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Starting

By: Ziten



Before reading: Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.

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Marie stood in her kitchen starring out the window. Her eyes were on her neighbors. Mr. and Mrs. Thorp. They were playing their usual games groping and fondling each other in their garage. It would start with Rachel giving her husband his morning coffee. He would kiss her thanks and one thing always led to another.

This morning wasn't any different. The couple disappeared into their house to take care or built up urges. Marie wished several times after watching them she was Rachel. Truth was she hadn't had a man in several years. Most people would think her E-cup tits would be enough. She could squeeze into a D-cup but not as easily. If not that her long sexy legs would surely reel them in, but nothing did.

She knew men wanted her. He always turns heads when she walks down the street. Often received cat calls when at the store. She was a knock out and lonely. Two things that shouldn't go together. Marie had two children one from her last marriage and another can't be explained by science. Her daughter Alice would be sleeping until ten o'clock after her night of partying. As for her son Adam he had school at eight.

The coffee machine bell rang bringing Marie's mind from her wondering. She quickly made herself a cup. Her eyes went back to the window and wondered why she was so alone. Marie felt eyes on her and turned around. There was her youngest child Adam. "Morning mom. Are you all right?" he asked. "Good morning. I'm fine honey." Marie said.

'He's such a nice boy. And quite a handsome stud.' she thought. 'No he's your son.' Marie quickly turned around before her eyes came any lower. Adam knew what his mother was going through. She devoted her life to raising him and his sister. No one helped her. It must be lonely as hell even though she was constantly surrounded by people.

Adam approached his mom wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. Marie felt warm. Her son's touch felt good. "Are you sure your all right?" Adam asked squeezing her tighter. She melted in his arms when she felt him nuzzle her neck. She then felt something. Something she knew was wrong and shouldn't happen. Her heart became faster she felt flushed.

Then her bum bumped into something. It was hard and firmly wedged between her ass. Her son was getting hard by touching her. She had to stop this. Adam's hands moved up her body and squeezed her heavy mounds. "I know you want this mom. I know you've been wanting this for quite some time now. You need it badly." Adam whispered into her ear. "These are filled with milk aren't they. Soft and smooth. Would you like for me to suck them? Just like when I was a kid?"

'NO!!' she screamed in her mind. "Oh yes." Marie moaned. She pushed back against him making his hardon press harder against her. Adam reached down and pulled her robe open. Her tits spilled out into the cool air. He slowly pulled it down and off her shoulders. Marie was completely naked now. A hand reached down and cupped her steaming cunt. Marie was over the edge and running on auto pilot now. Her eyes shut so she could only feel him. But her body was alive and working Adam's hand was immediately soaked.

"Remember this smell?" he asked holding up his hand. Marie sniffed the air. "Its my pussy." she said without opening her eyes. "Come on. Were going to bed." he said pulling her by the hand. Marie walked behind him. She had plenty of time to say stop or we shouldn't be doing this, but choose not to. Her body needed a cock and it didn't care if it was from her own son.

Adam opened her room door and headed over to the bed. He picked her up and laid her gently on the mattress. Adam wasn't naked however. He still wore his gray sweat pants that he slept in. Adam stepped off the bed and went to remove his pants. Marie almost came when she saw what her son was packing.

"Sweet mother of Christ." she exclaimed. Adam stepped out of his pants and joined his mother on the bed. His eyes were boring down on her breasts. She looked like a bride on her wedding night, who was about to be deflowered. Adam's hand cupped on of her breasts. "Want me to suck them?" he asked. Marie could only whimper and nod. When his lips touched her breasts Marie arched her back to get more of him on her. Adam sucked one tit for long time. He knew his mother was lactating and wanted to taste her.

Adam cupped the other tit and pinched and pulled her nipple. Another hand moved down her body and found her soaking cunt. He had almost given up when her felt something warm flow into his mouth. Marie breathed a sigh of relief as her milk flowed. Adam wasn't sucking as hard anymore. He gently nursed himself like he had done many years ago. She cried out as his fingers played with her clit moving back and forth.

When Adam was finished with one he went to the other. Sucking hard to get her going and then softening as she fed him. Marie was ecstatic. Nothing she had ever done with men felt like this. Adam seemed to know exactly what buttons to push. He finished nursing from her and held up his cock.

"Um...Adam. Your so big...and...its been a long time for me...so um please...be gentle." Marie stammered. "I'm not going to be doing much." Adam said getting off the bed. He grabbed one of her chairs and pulled it to the full mirror. "Come over here." he called. Marie moved off the bed and slowly made her way over to him.

Adam sat down on the chair. "You want it, then you have to take it yourself." he said. Marie moved to straddle him. "No turn around so you can see yourself in the mirror." he instructed. Marie obeyed and moved back until she could feel his cock pressing against her ass.

She lifted herself and until she could feel his head. "Before you move, tell me you want it. Admit that you've been walking around the house in skimpy clothes because you were trying to get me to fuck you. You know its incest. And you still want to fuck me don't you? Tell me you want me to fill you pussy walls. Tell me how you want me to fuck you mom!!" Adam ordered.

"Adam please don't make me." Marie begged. She tried to lower herself but Adam grabbed onto her hips keeping her from making contact. "Nothing happens until you say it." he said. "I want you to fuck me. I want to feel my son's incestuous cock stretching my pussy's walls, filling me. I want to wrap my hot, incestuous cunt around your big prick and fuck you back with every ounce of energy I have. I want to fuck and fuck until I cum and cum. I want you to cum inside me, flooding my womb with your thick, incestuous seed."

"Then you can have it." Adam said. Marie lifted and shifted her hips, centering her son's blood-engorged cock in the mouth of her pussy. As she sat down, Adam thrust up with his hips. His cock buried itself inside his mother's open cunt. It felt like someone taking her virginity all over again. Adam bumped into her back wall. "Are you ready?" Adam asked. "Take me." Marie sighed. Adam pulled his mother against him. Something broke and sent the rest of his cock plunging to it's full depth in one motion. Both mother and son gasped as they came together. And then they began to fuck in earnest. "Oh, yyyyyeeeesssss, Adam. Fuck me! Fuck me hard and fast. Ram your hot cock into mommy's hungry pussy. Fuck me, you mother-fucker. Fuck me harder!"

Marie was driving her hips hard against her son. She would lift up and then slam down again. Her clit buzzed with the force of each thrust. Adam was responding to his mother's wild movements. Again and again he pushed his pelvis up, forcing his cock deep inside his mother's willing body. In no time their chair was bouncing with the force of their fucking.

Adam was slamming his cock up into his mother's open pussy as hard as he could. Marie was bouncing on her son's hard shaft for all she was worth. Their chair bounced and bounced, creaking and shaking from the force of their incestuous fucking.

It was Adam who was now giving the encouragement. "Ride my cock, honey! Fuck me! Your pussy is so hot. It feels like it is burning my cock. You are so hot! ... so wet! ... so tight! Take it! Take my son-cock deep up into your wild, incestuous twat. Your son is going to fuck you until you cum and cum. I'll make you die from cumming. Ooooohhhhh, fuck!"

Crash!!! Adam's and Marie's chair suddenly gave way under the assault of their wild fucking. They were hurled to the floor in a pile of broken wood. Still they fucked on, totally caught up in their incestuous lovemaking. Marie landed on her back, her legs spread wide, her pussy wide open, with Adam on top of her. His cock never left his mother's twat. As he came down on top of her, he drove his prick deep into her hungry cunt, as his pelvis ground against her engorged clit. Again and again he slammed his cock down into her. Both were building to a powerful orgasm and nothing was going to stop them from achieving their ultimate fulfillment.

"Do it, Adam. Fuck me! Don't stop! I'm almost there. Keep fucking me, you mother-fucker. Make your mother cum and cum! Ooooohhhh, yeeeessss! I'm there. Adam, I'm cumming! I'm ccccuuuummmmiiiinnng!" Adam felt his mother's pussy walls collapse around his cock as she came! He felt the hot rush of her cream as it bathed his shaft. Her whole body trembled with the force of her orgasm. Adam's mind and body went into overkill. He buried his cock one last time into the depths of his mother's willing body, held it there, and came. His cock throbbed again and again, sending spurt after spurt of hot, incestuous cum into his mother's womb.

"Mmmmooooommmm! I'm cumming! Take it, mom! Take it all! Ooooohhhh, shit! I'm filling you with my hot, sticky seed!" he moaned into her ear. "Yes! I feel it, Adam. Flood mommy's pussy with your cum. Give me all of your hot, incestuous sperm! Oooooohhhhhhhh! I'm cumming again." Marie responded. Marie's arms and legs held Adam tight against her body as she came down from her orgasmic high. She could feel his cock jerk over and over inside her as he sent wave after wave of his thick seed into her overflowing cunt. Slowly they both relaxed.

She could feel her son's cock, still hard and throbbing deep in her cunt. His hot sperm burned her pussy walls and was beginning to escape around his shaft to drip out of her vagina and onto his nut sack. Her clit throbbed, demanding more stimulation. Her pussy pulsed with pent-up lust. She loved the full feeling inside her that Adam's cock caused as it stretched her cunt. Suddenly she realized she loved her son. She loved fucking. She loved fucking her son. She loved incest.

Adam pulled away from his mother. His cock came free of her sensitive hole. Marie groaned at the loss. Kneeling, Adam got his first real good look at his naked mother. It was a blur from the kitchen to her room he didn't really get the time to look at what he was feeling. Her body was flushed from her orgasm. Her breasts were red and blotchy from where they had rubbed against his chest. Her pink nipples were still stiff and hard with sexual excitement.

Her legs were spread wide, revealing the cum-matted pubic hair that surrounded the puffy lips of her well-fucked pussy. Her cunt gaped open and He could see his white cum slowly leaking out to seep down her ass crack onto the floor. He thought she was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Slowly he leaned down and kissed his mother's mouth, and then each nipple, and finally her cum-covered pussy. Marie groaned again at her son's soft kisses.

"That was the best incest fucking I've ever seen, so far." Alice called entering the room. Incest! The word penetrated Marie's lust-filled brain. She was committing incest. She was having sex with her son. They were fucking! He had just cum inside her pussy! But instead of filling her with shame like she thought it would, the idea of incest excited her. Would she get knocked up. It might be fun to have his child.

Then another idea entered her mind. Alice had said the best so far. Did that mean she had seen more, or even worse taken part in some of the action? Was it with Adam or a cousin. She had several her age to choose from.

Starting a New Family



I'm Brent and I'm 18. One month ago I was an only child to with a beautiful mother and a great dad. My mom, Eve, is only 38, blond, blue eyed beauty that is built like a model although she is only 5' 2". My dad was 40 and didn't look after himself very well. He worked too much, ate too much and drank too much but he was good to mom and me. Like I said, a month ago I was an only child. Ten months ago mom came home from a checkup and announced she was pregnant. Three months later I guess the stress of another child that was too much for dad and he died of a heart attack. The doctor said it was from too much work and drinking but mom and I knew it was from the added burden another child at this point in his life.

Mom took it as well as she could. Dad left us well off financially so we didn't want for anything but Mom missed him especially at night. Ever since I was 12 I have watched mom and dad having sex. I think mom knew but I'm sure dad never did. She would always smile at me the next morning and wink or make comments like "Did you have a good time last night?' without referring to why I would be having a good time. Mom started wanting me to spend more and more time with her. I guess that was only natural thought being pregnant, having a child and losing your husband all within a year. 

One Saturday night the weather was bad and I had made plans to go out with some friends but mom ask me to stay in saying she was afraid of me getting caught in the storm. I got the feeling there was more to it than she was saying but by now my little sister was 3 months old and mom was so tired she wasn't getting around very well. So I relented and call off my plans. I ask mom what she wanted to do after dinner and she said she wanted just to watch some TV, maybe a movie, and relax. So I told her that if she would pick out a movie I would do the dishes and be right in. 20 minutes later I joined mom in the den on the couch. She had a movie in and ready to go. She told me to grab a bottle of wine before I sat down.

"Mom is you sure?"

"Yes, I've already checked with the doctor and she said I could have a glass or two if I wanted. After all your sister isn't taking to breast feeding so I've started her on formula."

So I got the wine and settled in with mom. Mom started the movie and in 10 seconds my eyes opened wide. Mom had started a porn movie and I don't mean one of the R-rated hotel types, we were watching hardcore porn. Big dicks, big tits, fucking all over the place porn. I looked at mom and my mouth fell open. 

"Why do you look so surprised? You've been watching your dad and I having sex for years so I know you know what is going on."

"But mom, sitting here watching this with you....I...I...."

"Don't worry, I won't attack you. That is unless you want me too."

I turned back to the movie and started to watch. A few minutes later mom leaned her head over on my shoulder and wrapped her arms around mine. We watched the movie and I could feel mom's big tits nestled against my arm. I was getting hotter and hotter as mom was holding me tight against her. My cock had already started to get hard and was pushing against my jeans. 

"Brent, are you uncomfortable?"

"It's just a little warm."

"Well why don't you get out of some of those cloths. As a matter of fact it's warm in here to me too. I think I'll get out of some of my cloths too."

With that mom got up and slipped off her slacks and opened up the front of her blouse. Her huge tits were bulging out of her bra as she sat back down.

"Brent go ahead and get comfortable."

I slowly stood and took off my shirt and started sit back down when mom told me to get out of my jeans.

"You have underwear on don't you?"

"Of course I do but..."

"No buts, it's not going to bother me."

So I stood up and slipped my jeans off. I was standing in front of my mother in just my jockeys and a huge hard on. Mom took one look and licked her lips. 

"Sit down sweetheart. Lets watch the movie."

I sat back down and mom again grabbed my arm. We continued to watch the movie and sip the wine. A little while later mom started to shift in her seat and tugging at her bra. 

"Brent would you mind if I took my bra off. It's cutting into me and my tits need some relief."

"I guess that would be OK."

Mom let go of me and unsnapped her bra. She then slipped the straps off her arms letting her huge tits swing free. This is the first time I had seen them in months and never this close.

"That's better. I hope my disgustingly big breast doesn't disgust you."

"No.....No....I think they are beautiful."

"Why thanks honey. I didn't know if you would want to run away or you would like them."

Mom took hold of my arm again and snuggled close. We started watching the movie again with me in my jockeys and mom in just her panties. The movie was getting hotter and so was I. Mom then took my left arm and slid my hand over to her right thigh. 

"That feels good. I've always like it when you rub my legs."

I began rubbing her thigh as mom continued to hold onto my arm. Slowly mom inched my hand higher and higher up her leg until the back of my hand was resting against her pussy. Mom shifter and opened her legs and slowly started humping her pussy up and down against my hand. Her breathing started getting deeper. The next thing I knew mom was resting her right hand on my thigh and was rubbing the back of her hand against my swollen prick. I was almost ready to come out of seat. I turned toward mom which had the effect of pushing my left hand harder against her pussy. I looked directly into mom's eyes.

"Brent, you can have me if you want."

I reached over and started to rub her huge tits. Mom moaned and turned more towards me. She reached up with her left hand and put it behind my head and pulled my face to her left breast. As my tongue touched her nipple mom started moaning and moving harder against my hand. I started to lightly suck on her breast and was surprised by the sweet flow of milk. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised but I guess I just hadn't been expecting it. The taste was wonderful and I started sucking harder and harder. Mom kept holding my head against her tit as I kept milking her. Just then I felt mom's hand start rubbing my prick with her right hand. I almost came in my shorts. As hard as my cock was I swear it grew another 2 inches. It had gotten so hard that the head was peaking out the top of my shorts. After a couple of minutes of my sucking mom told me to get my shorts off. I rose up just enough to remove them freeing my 9-inch cock from the confines of the material. Mom's eyes widened as she looked at my cock. 

"Brent I had no idea. I've got to have some of that!!"

With that mom slipped her panties off and moved over the top of me taking hold of my cock. She started sliding the head of my prick up and down her pussy lips and I could feel her pussy juice running over the head of my cock. Mom lowered her pussy over my cock pushing the head into her dripping cunt. 

"Suck my tits Brent. Suck the milk out of your mama's tits."

Mom, with just the head of my cock buried in her pussy, lifted her right breast and fed it to me. I started to suck on her nipple as a new rush of baby's milk started flooding my mouth. Just as I did mom started to lower her cunt onto my prick burying more and more of my cock in her pussy. 

"Oh fuck.....oh fuck Brent your cock is so good. I've never had something this size in me. This is fucking incredible. Oh fuck your cock feels soooooo good in mama's cunt."

Mom had taken about half of my cock in her cunt when she raised up leaving only the head buried before she started to lower herself down taking more and more of me deep inside her. After several attempts she finally took all 9 inches in her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhh.....That feels soooo good. Your cock feels so good fucking me. Fuck your mama. Fuck your mama with your big fucking prick. Your mama needs to be fucked good!!!!"

Mom started raising and lowering her cunt on my cock faster and faster. I could feel her cum juice running down my dick and balls. I kept sucking the milk out of my mom's tits moving from one to the other. Milk was running down my chin and was dripping on my chest. I was bucking my hips trying get more and more of my cock into mom's tight cunt. 

"Ohhhhh fuck Brent!!! Fuck your mama. Fuck me....I'm cumming. Your making your mama cummmmm!!"

With that I could feel my mom's cunt start to spasm as she buried all of my 9 inches as deep as she could.

"Cum with me.....fuck me....fuck me.....Oh fuck I'm cumming again!!"

Mom started orgasming for the second time and this time I couldn't hold back. I unleashed a torrent of cum deep inside mom's cunt flooding her pussy with what felt like gallons of cum juice. I was in heaven as my cock was flooding mom's cunt with juice while my mouth was filled with mom's huge tit and being filled with baby's milk. 

"Fuck me.....keep fucking me.....give me that big fucking cock.....don't stop...Oh fuck your big prick is gooooood!!!!"

Mom collapsed against me as her orgasm and mine subsided. Out of breath and exhausted mom wrapped her arms around my neck holding my head between her heaving breasts. My cock was still buried in her throbbing cunt as mom sat up and looked at me.

"That was wonderful. I have never felt so satisfied. I've never felt a cock that big or cum that hard in all my life."

"Thanks mom. Anytime you want more just let me know."

"Thanks, I will. Just one thing."

"Yea?"

"Now that you've fuck your mother how do you feel about anal sex?

I looked at mom and with her big tits still hanging in my face I could feel my cock starting to rise. Mom smiled and said "You don't have to answer that. I think I already know."

With that mom and I got up and bent over the end of the couch. 

"I'm ready when you are honey. Just take it easy. Your old mom hasn't been ass fucked in a long time but I just know it's going to be good!!!"

With that I got up behind mom as she reached around and grabbed my already hard cock. She pointed it at her already wet asshole and without hesitation she pushed back on my cock slipping over half of it in.

"Oh fuck baby that's good!! Easy now, let me get use to that monster!"

Slowly she started fucking me. I didn't even have to move. She was doing all the work moving back and forth on my cock. Damn this was good! She kept moving until all of my cock was buried in her tight ass.

"OK baby, you can start fucking me now. You don't have to be easy anymore. I like it rough in my butt hole."

I grabbed my mom's hips and started pounding her ass with my cock. I knew almost immediately that I wasn't going to last long but it seemed that she started cumming immediately.

"Oh fuck yea.....fuck me. Pound that motherfucking big cock in my ass baby! Fuck your mother... yea....fuck me hard....harder you big fucker! Fuck meeeeeee!!!!"

She started cumming just before I let loose a quart of cum into her tight asshole. I never thought I would stop cumming and even after I did mom just kept on trying to fuck my softening cock.

"Oh baby....that was so fucking good!!! I've never had such a big cock up my ass before but you can have it again anytime you want!"

And man did I ever want it again!

The end.....



Starting a New Semester



"Have you guys seen Ms. Evans?"

"Yeah, she looks even hotter. I mean, man, she was hot before, but NOW ... FUCK, what a MILF!"

Another student ran up to join his two friends. "What are you guys talking about?" The Cindy-haired youth wanted to know.

"Ms. Evans."

"Oh yeah, although I heard she's divorced now and she's gone back to being Ms. Silvers."

"Christ, what idiot would divorce someone that looks like THAT?"

"Maybe her ex is gay."

"He'd have to be." The three youths laughed, not aware that Victoria Silvers had been walking to her next class and had heard every word. She was highly flattered and felt good about herself. Always an attractive woman, she was feeling even more so in the last 6 months. Her divorce, which at first had made her feel worthless and unloved, had turned out to be liberating. No more bullshit from Eric, his cheating, useless dick was gone and all the bullshit had gone with it.

Part of her new outlook was due to her former teaching assistant, pretty blonde Cindy. Cindy had been there when Victoria received the papers and instead of letting Victoria wallow in self-pity, doubt and regret, Cindy had taken an entirely different approach.

Cindy taught Victoria that she had lots of options. The slender, kinky, adventurous blonde seduced her mentor. Cindy taught Victoria the pleasures that could be derived from another woman's body, how her own body could also give pleasure. Over the next several months, Cindy taught her teacher how to let out her inner slut and Victoria would be forever grateful.

She also imparted several more life lessons which the older woman was going to use for a long, long time to come. Cindy taught Victoria to be more aggressive. She told Victoria that she should just take what she wanted and how to about getting it. At the last meeting of the School Trustees, Victoria had told them she needed more money for her Pop Culture class. Dressed in a snug, pin-striped black business suit that had a very short skirt and a very low-cut blouse underneath, she wasn't denied so much as a nickel. She didn't have to do anything more than lower her voice and octave and offer just the barest hint of sex and she had them all eating out of her hand, including a few of the women. It was just as Cindy had told her "There's always at least one or two in the crowd Doc, you just don't know it."

Sadly, Cindy had now graduated and wouldn't be there as a constant playmate. She and Victoria got together frequently, but their near-daily dalliances had come to an end. That simply would not do. Now that Victoria had discovered her own sexuality the fact remained that she was a slut and needed to be fed. Although she knew her general preference was for women, this term she decided why bother to make a choice? She wanted pussy and cock. Victoria determined it might be easier if she found a cute young couple to act as her toys and proceeded to look for them.

Being a sexy woman on the prowl, it didn't take her long to find them. A young couple was seated in the front row of her class the first week, she found them very appealing. From the way they chatted together and the furtive little glances they shot each other, it was obvious they hadn't been a couple for too long.

The young woman's name was Casey Lee and she was lovely, a slender brunette with nice, long legs and an easy smile. She laughed a lot and you could see the mirth in her brown eyes. Under her snug sweaters, Victoria could tell the girl had a nice set of tits.

Her companion's name was Paul Benton and if a man could be described as beautiful, then Paul was beautiful. He was very fair and had the palest blue eyes Victoria had ever seen. He had lovely, high cheekbones and a gorgeous profile, a cleft chin and a very nice build. Paul dressed nicely; right out of GQ magazine. Victoria had yet to see him in jeans. He seemed very attentive to Casey and had the most beautiful old school manners, he carried her books, opened doors to her and seemed devoted to his girlfriend. Victoria sensed these two were a couple that would likely marry someday, so why not let them have some fun in the meanwhile?

Victoria carefully plotted her seduction. She assumed the pair might be susceptible to flattery, so she plotted her course, with a bit of input from Cindy. She "thanked" her friend for 4 hours that evening.

A few days later on a lazy Friday, Victoria set her plan in motion. She approached the young couple as they were leaving class.

"I wanted to compliment you both on your hard work and the excellent questions you always have and such insights," Victoria flattered them. "It's a pleasure to have such motivated students in my classroom."

"Thank you, Dr. Silvers," Casey smiled as she spoke in a soft, melodic voice. "I find popular culture fascinating and you teach it so well, you make it come alive. It's my favorite course this semester."

"I'm flattered, thank you Casey. What about you Paul? Are you enjoying the class?" Victoria asked.

"Oh yes, very much. My family's made money from culture, my father owns a Publishing House and a few television stations, my older brother works in the comic book field, my mother is an accomplished author. Popular culture has always been prevalent in our home," Paul smiled. His teeth were as white as Victoria had thought they'd be.

"Do you two have any plans for the evening?" Victoria asked, hoping she'd get the response she wanted.

"No, not really," Casey smiled. Her teeth were as perfect as her boyfriend's.

"Then, would you like to join me for a small meal at my favorite Italian eatery?" Victoria asked again. "Nothing fancy, we can all laugh and talk a bit more."

"Doesn't the University frown on students and faculty socializing?" Paul asked.

"I really don't give a fuck what the University likes, I make my own rules," Victoria told them. She noticed her blatant use of the word "fuck" had surprised both of them. She smiled inwardly, knowing if she had her way, they'd be hearing it a lot more in a few hours.

"I'm famished honey, I could sure use a nice meal," Casey said, snuggling up to her boyfriend. It was apparent to Victoria that Casey had this handsome young man wrapped around her little finger.

Dinner was lovely, pasta and salad, good coffee and even Tiramisu for dessert. They all laughed and talked about culture, the media and other matters. Slowly, Victoria managed to divert the topic over to sex.

"Do you think there's too much sex in the media today?" Victoria asked both of them, curious as to see what their responses would be.

"No, not really," Paul replied after a few minutes. "I think it's a reflection of our own society, we're becoming freer with our sexuality and how we approach things."

"I actually don't think there's enough, they're not pushing the boundaries," Casey said. "You still don't see Gay or Lesbian couples in advertising; they're barely scratching the surface in film and television. There's a large segment of the population they're ignoring, the Gay, Lesbian and bi-sexual community."

Victoria smiled. "So, seeing an ad with a Gay or Lesbian couple wouldn't offend you?"

Casey smiled back. "No, and depending on the product, it might be bold, daring or even ... sexy." Casey put down the coffee mug and leaned close to Victoria, her brown eyes nearly hypnotic. "I find it very sensual and erotic to see two women kissing."

Victoria was right on schedule. She turned to Paul. "What about you Paul?"

"I agree with her. If we're being honest, two men together look a bit ... awkward to me. But two women together, it's very sensual and aesthetically appealing."

"So, if your girlfriend were to, say, kiss another woman, you wouldn't be jealous or try to stop her?"

"You don't stop Casey, she does what she wants," Paul laughed. He took the last bite of his Tiramisu and smiled at his girlfriend.

"Is that true?" Victoria asked, not wanting to tip her hand too fast. Casey nodded. "Have you ever kissed another woman or, for that matter, had sex with another woman?"

If Victoria expected the chestnut-haired beauty to be embarrassed, she was sadly mistaken. "Kissed yes, sex no. It's on my `to do' list, though."

Victoria took the girl's hand. "Would you be interested in taking it off your list?"

Paul looked at them both, he was a bit surprised, but Casey barely blinked. "Listen kids, I'm putting my cards on the table. I'm newly-divorced and looking for some playmates and I think the both of you are verrrrryyy sexy. You're good looking and you're smart. That's a winning combination in my book. I'd like to take both of you back to my place and fuck you both and if it's as hot as I think it'll be, I'd like to keep fucking you both. You game?"

Casey squeezed Victoria's hand. "I'm game. Having someone as sexy and hot as you for my first woman lover, I'd be crazy to turn down such an opportunity."

Paul's blue eyes stared at both of them intensely. He didn't speak for a few minutes and then he asked "You know I've never put any limitations on you baby, I'm fine with you if you want to have sex with Miss ... Victoria. But you really wouldn't mind watching me have sex with her?"

"Hell no Paul, I think it'd be hot as hell!" Casey laughed.

"Look kids, we should settle something right here," Victoria smiled. "If we're going to do this, you need to use the words. We're all going to fuck. YOU'RE both going to fuck me and I'M going to fuck your brains out, dig?"

They nodded and got into Victoria's car for the short drive back to her home. Victoria was already damp with excitement and the thrill of seeing these sexy young people naked and in her bed.

They were in the door and looking around when Victoria reached for Casey and pulled her close. She held her tight and moved her hands down to Casey's smooth, round ass, clad in a tiny skirt. She squeezed hard as she showed Casey how another woman kissed. Casey whimpered, but sucked on Victoria's tongue when it was in her mouth.

"What do you think, Paul?" Victoria asked when the two of them broke their embrace.

"I think that was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life," Paul said, meaning it.

"Your turn Paul, come over here," Victoria said, crooking her little finger at the young man. He pulled her close and kissed Victoria, she was taken by surprise, not expecting him to be so aggressive. She was also pleasantly surprised to find out Paul was quite a good kisser!

"Now, all of us," Victoria panted. She had them both on either side of her and their tongues all met and twirled around. Victoria was feeling very warm and couldn't wait to feel HOT.

"Oh Wow," Paul sighed as they moved apart. "This day has been ..."

"Not over yet, loves," Victoria grinned. "My bedroom is right through there, let's get in there and make this a memorable night."

Casey led the way, with Victoria next and Paul following her. Victoria sensed there were unplumbed depths to Casey's sexuality and she looked forward to exploring them all.

Victoria smiled and undressed, seeing the admiring glances she was getting from both Casey and Paul. She was proud of her body, sexier now than she had been in her 20's. Paul commented "I love your lingerie." Underneath her teaching clothes, she had taken to wearing expensive, silky Victoria's Secret lingerie; the set she wore today was black and one of her favorites.

"Thank you, darling," Victoria said to Paul. She walked over to him and planted a kiss on his lips and then urged them to undress.

"I've tried to get Casey to wear it, I've offered to buy some for her, but she won't wear it," Paul said.

"Heavens Casey, why not?" Victoria asked with slight surprise.

"I just don't see the point, you're just going to be naked anyway," Casey stated. Victoria shook her head.

"There doesn't have to be a point to everything in sex Casey, I'm going to teach you that. Don't I look good? Lingerie is like gift wrap and it's fun for the man ... or woman ... to take off. You can leave your stockings on in bed sometimes, a lot of men like that. Paul's right, we're going to work on that," Victoria said as a gentle chastisement. "Speaking of getting naked ..."

Paul and Casey got out of their clothes. Victoria looked at them both with undisguised admiration. Casey was a tanned, slender, sexy brunette with great legs and gorgeous tits, Victoria couldn't wait to suck on those. Paul was as beautiful as she had expected, a swimmer's athletic build and once she saw his cock, she wanted it. It had been quite some time since Victoria had enjoyed cock and she looked forward to the experience.

"You're going to look fabulous in lingerie baby," Victoria said to Casey. "Get on the bed, I'm going to eat your pussy. Paul, you lick mine. How is he at oral, Casey?"

"Incredible," Casey giggled. "I wouldn't keep him around if he wasn't."

Casey lay in bed, a bit nervous, but the minute Victoria's tongue touched her pussy, her nerves vanished. She felt new, fascinating sensations, totally unlike the way Paul made love to her. She looked over to see her boyfriend behind Victoria and he was really doing it to her, licking their teacher's blonde pussy. From the way Victoria was digging into her pussy, she must have enjoyed Paul's work as well.

"Oh God, you're right Casey, what a talented little tongue-fucker you are Paul!" Victoria groaned. She moved up Casey's body and their tits mashed together, the two women kissed and ground their pussies together. Paul saw an opportunity and ate his girlfriend and Victoria at the same time ... well, as best as he could, given the way they were undulating about on the large bed.

"I want to do you, Victoria. May I, please?" Casey sighed.

"Of course, gorgeous girl. Paul, I bet you love having your cock sucked, so why don't you let me do that while your girlfriend licks my horny cunt?"

"Sure thing, Victoria," Paul said, getting on his back. Victoria's pussy was now facing Casey, the sexy brunette didn't hesitate, she began living out her fantasy and slid her tongue deep into Victoria. Victoria sighed and then went about the task of sucking Paul. She knew she had the lips for giving a blowjob, full and lush. Paul seemed to like it, if the look on his face was any indication. She hadn't sucked dick in almost a year, so it was a nice variation and Paul's cock was growing rapidly. It wasn't big around, but was fairly long and she looked forward to having it inside of her. Meanwhile, Paul's pretty girlfriend was really doing her best to make Victoria cum, she was putting her all into it. Victoria would have given the girl a B+, but was sure she'd be working her way up to A's and even better in short order.

"Oh God Casey, you sexy little slut, you're doing wonderful, keep eating my cunt, you little whore," Victoria groaned. "Don't be afraid to use dirty words in bed kids, it heats things up a lot!"

"Suck my cock, Victoria, you fuckin' slut," Paul groaned, getting into the spirit of things. Victoria put extra effort into it and Paul felt himself cumming. He tried to pull away, but Victoria wasn't having it. It had been a long time since she'd tasted cum, she wanted all of it and she got it. She moved to Casey and shared a few drops with the brunette.

Paul couldn't believe it. "Casey never swallows my load, she usually has me cum on her ass or back," He confessed.

"I was dumb, you're delicious and I'll swallow your cum anytime," Casey grinned. "He's out of action for a while Victoria, what next?"

"You and I can do a sixty-nine sweetie, that'll inspire him," Victoria smiled. She showed Casey what she needed and they were rolling around, clutching each other tight within minutes. Paul watched and felt the tingle in his crotch as his girlfriend and the gorgeous blonde ravished each other. They shook and broke apart, then both of them were on either side of him. Two sets of lips were on his cock, kissing each other on occasion, then working on him once again. It hadn't even been 30 minutes since he'd cum and Paul was raring to go again.

"FUCK HER, Paul," Casey snarled, a new personality slowly blossoming. "FUCK the blonde slut, really shove your cock in the bitch and make her cum, I want to see that." Casey grinned over at Victoria, who nodded at both of them. They'd progressed quite quickly in a short time span.

Paul pulled Victoria too him, spread her gorgeous legs wide apart and began fucking the sensual, earthy blonde teacher. He hadn't been with too many women before Casey and this was the experience of a lifetime. His cock hammered the teacher's cunt, not too hard as to harm her, but hard enough to let her know she was being fucked by a strong, self-confident man. Paul was surprised to see Casey straddle Victoria's face and lower her body down. Victoria grabbed Casey's hips and pulled her closer and began eating Casey's dripping cunt again. Casey's head threw back and her eyes closed, she was lost in a world of her own.

Paul moved in and out of Victoria, making sure he didn't overdo it. He wanted to hold back, he thought it important that he let the women cum first, so he kept up a steady pace. From the "UhUhUh" noises Victoria was making as she ate Casey, he was pretty sure she was cumming soon.

"Soon" turned out to be a few minutes later and Victoria's cum was a loud, thrashing about the bed orgasm. She dislodged Casey and when Paul began cumming, Casey was as good as her word, helping Victoria take his 2nd load.

"That's it, ladies," Paul panted. "I'm done."

"Not with two willing sluts like us, you're not," Victoria said. "Come on gorgeous, I have an idea." She led Casey to her large, walk-in closet and when they came out, both were wearing slinky lingerie. Again, Paul was treated to a double-BJ, but this time, both women were in naughty silks and lace with stiletto heels. Once he was stiff again, Victoria told him he had to fuck Casey. It didn't take Casey long to cum, every nerve ending on her body was raw with passion.

Paul protested he couldn't possibly make it 4 times and again, the women proved him to be a liar. Victoria suggested he alternate fucking them and nastily suggested he cum inside of Casey. Casey nodded and Paul wondered what they'd conspired about, but he did as he was told. When he flooded his girlfriend with his spend, Victoria dove in and began eating it out of the girl's cunt. Paul felt his cock twitch. No way. 5 TIMES?!!

5 was the magic number and they all crashed, sharing a late breakfast next morning. Casey liked to cook, so she did most of the work while Paul and Victoria chatted amiably.

"How serious are you about Casey?" Victoria whispered.

"I was thinking about proposing at the end of this semester, why?" Paul whispered back.

"Good. That'll give me months to really loosen her up, your girlfriend-cum-fiancée will be one of the hottest fucks around. Would you mind if I shared her with another friend of mine sometime?"

"Not at all," Paul smiled. "I know I'll reap the eventual rewards."

Victoria had a warm smile on her face as she thought of Casey between her and Cindy. The smile grew broader as she envisioned Cindy being fucked by Paul while she and Casey watched. Cindy hadn't enjoyed cock in quite some time and it would be a nice "Thank You" to her friend for showing her the true path to happiness. 



Starting Another Year Of Marriage



The time was 3:15, and the last guest just left our anniversary party. Although the place is a mess, we're very happy because the party went so well. Also, we know that now we have our own personal celebration to look forward to. After all, we have to start off another year of marriage right!

I take you by the hand into the bedroom; our shadows dancing in the candle's glow. We sit down on the edge of the bed, next to the ice bucket & champagne I strategically placed earlier in the evening. I pour us both a glass, and we sip on the champagne as we look into each other's eyes. Slowly we come to each other and join in a soft kiss; the bubbles from the champagne tickling our tongues as we meet. Our hands gently caress each other as we kiss deeply and passionately. Lou's hand finds my tits and feels my nipples poking through my blouse. He starts to massage my tits, and he can tell by my beating heart that I want him to continue.

By now we break our kiss, and Lou's begins to kiss my neck, biting gently as he goes. I tilt my head back and allow him full access to my neck, and he's more than happy to oblige. He makes his way up to my ear, and softly nibbles on my lobe. I feel his warm breath in my ear as he lightly traces my outer ear with his tongue. My soft sigh confirms that I'm pleased.

Lou's hands have also been quite busy. He grabs the bottom of my blouse and begins to pull it over my head. As he slowly raises it, the fabric rubs against my pert nipples, sending shivers through my body. Lou pauses his kissing of my neck long enough to get the blouse over my head, and also to get a view of my firm tits in the soft candlelight. His shadow rests between them, and he knows that soon he'll be there also.

I run my fingers through his hair, and pull his head to my chest. Lou can feel my heart beating against his cheek, and he fees my soft breath on the top of his head. Lou traces a circle around my nipple with his tongue, and feels the tiny bumps on my aureole. He then takes my nipple between his lips, and very softly suckles it, careful not to be too rough. He moistens it with his tongue, and rubs his teeth on it delicately.

Not wanting to neglect other treasures, his hands begin to unzip my skirt. He pulls the zipper down in the back slowly, hearing the teeth unclasp as he goes. Lou slides his hands down the back of my skirt, and feels the lace on my panties. His hands cup around my ass, and he squeezes them firmly. He runs a finger under the edge of my panties and traces a path along the contour of my cheek. The softness of my skin drives him crazy.

Lou then removes his hands, and I slide off the edge of the bed and stand, so that he may remove my skirt with ease. He takes hold of my skirt and begins to drag it down my body, admiring the shape of my legs as he goes. Lou's also treated to the vision of my white panties, which are slightly transparent. He can see my swollen pink lips of my cunt through the lace. He sighs in anticipation.

I step out from the ring my skirt has left on the floor and move towards him. Lou looks up at me and sees a light glow around my dark auburn hair from the candlelight. Lou wonders to himself if I've ever looked so beautiful. I smile a tiny smile, and slowly sink down to my knees. 

We are now nearly face to face, and we gaze deeply into each other's eyes. I reach forward and I start to unbutton his shirt, top to bottom. As I reach his navel his shirt begins to open wide, exposing his upper body. I lean forward and softly kiss his chest.

Lou removes his shirt, and I begin to undo his belt, slowly pulling it from his waist. He leans back so that I may undo his zipper, and slide his pants down his legs. The hair on his legs rustles as I pull them towards me. He kicks off his shoes so I may completely remove his pants, and I toss them aside, knowing that he won't be wearing them again tonight.

I look at his crotch, still concealed by his silk boxers, and notice that my seductive work has not gone unappreciated. The growing bulge tells me all that I need to know. I run my hands up his legs, stopping at his thighs. Lou can tell from the look in my eyes what I wish him to do.

Lou reaches down and takes my hands, and slowly pulls me to the bed. 

I roll onto my back with my legs hanging over the edge, feet touching the floor. He now notices that I have left on my five inch stiletto heels, and he silently thinks his approval. He slips off the edge of the bed to his knees and admire the wonderful view that I have allowed him.

Lou caresses my beautiful body, starting at my feet and working all the way up to my face. I take one of his fingers into my mouth, and gently suck on it, driving him wild. His other hand continues its caresses, first running through my soft thick hair, and then kneading a firm tit. He slips his finger from my mouth, slick with my saliva, and traces a path from my mouth down to my navel. He circles and teases my bellybutton, finally sliding his finger into it. I arch my back suddenly and he realizes that he's found a ticklish spot. He playfully tickles me for a few seconds, and then stops, knowing that there are other matters much more deserving of his attention.

His hands slide down to my panties; which now have become slightly more transparent from my wetness. Lou slips his fingers into the band, and start to pull them down, wiggling them over my hips. I lift my hips upward so that he may get them down further, and he admires the firmness of my stomach. The panties slide easily down my legs once past my hips, and I raise my knees to my chest so that he may get them over my shoes. This also allows him a glimpse of my hidden treasure, which he's dying to explore further.

I put my stilettos heels gently on his shoulders, being careful not to drive the spikes into his flesh. I still kept my thighs together, not yet giving him the full view he wishes to see. Lou begins to kiss my ankles softly, alternating from leg to leg. Each kiss lands a little higher and higher, until he's at my knees. I slide my legs over his shoulders so that the back of my knees rests firmly on them. He runs his fingertips up from my butt and over my thighs, making me shiver. Lou brings them around my legs, to my knees and begins to pry my legs apart. I resist at first to tease him but I succumb and give in. He takes a few seconds to stare at my vagina, fascinated and pleased.

Lou continues kissing my legs, working up my inner thighs. He lands soft feathery kisses all over, in no particular rush. He wishes to savor the moment himself, as well as build my anticipation. 

Soon thereafter Lou reaches my pelvis, at the point where my leg meets my hip. He's careful to avoid my cunt, making me squirm in disagreement. He kisses around my lovely cunt and follows my tan line, all the way up my hip. He follows it back across my lower abdomen, and over to my other hip.

The quick rising and lowering of my stomach tells him that I'm ready. Lou kisses downward from my hip, and reaches the top of my leg. His mouth is just inches away from my most delicate prize. He takes a deep breath and he begins to blow gently, making sure to hit the spot he desires. I moan my approval. Lou takes his fingers and pries apart my cunt lips, so that he may be granted access to all my desire. The pinkness of my inner lips is glistening with my juices.

Not quite ready to rush in, he forms a small ball of saliva upon his lips. Lou lets the droplet fall slowly down, like a pendulum on a clock. He dangles it enticingly above my clit, and let it falls upon my love button. I squirm in delight, and it runs down my slit, and settles somewhere below. He feels that I've suffered enough, and should be rewarded for my patience.

Lou begins by taking his tongue and gently running it up the length of my outer lips, starting at the bottom. He circles the entire course, and then settles upon my opening. He's waited much too long to taste my sweet nectar. He plunges his tongue into me, thrashing about. His tongue will go no further, and his nose is presses against my smooth pubic mound. His tongue explores deep inside me, his chin wet from saliva and juices.

After he feels his exploration is complete, he withdraws his tongue to give attention to other needing areas. Lou gently flutters his tongue over my clit, only touching every so often. He's careful to not give too much stimulation to this most sensitive spot. He plays off of my reactions, letting me thrust my hips to him. I grind my pelvis into his face, and he's only too happy to tend to my need. He could do this forever, but he has a different idea.

Lou reaches over to the champagne bottle, and removes an ice cube from the bucket. I spot this and I shudder. I know all too well what he has in store for me. He takes the ice cube and places it into his mouth. The coldness of the cube makes him want to spit it out, but he suffers through it so he may do what he wishes. When the cube has melted, Lou takes his cold tongue and touch the tip onto my clit. My reaction is immediate. I withdraw at first, but then my curiosity gets the better of me and I thrust my hips to him and suffer the initial shock. He can tell by my reaction that I felt I made the right decision. We continue until his tongue returns to its more natural temperature and then some.

Not feeling like we have explored all options, Lou takes another ice cube out of the bucket. He brings it above my stomach, and let a drop of melted icefall into my bellybutton. He slowly brings it downward, letting droplets make a little beaded path down my lower abdomen. He can see water droplets sparkling; the shiny beads a stark contrast to my tan skin. He takes the cube & gently touches it to my swollen lips, trying to let me adjust to the temperature as well as I can. Lou slips the cube between my cunt lips and inserted it into me, making me gasp loudly. He takes his tongue and plunge it into me, trying to lick the cube. He plays this game of cat and mouse until the cube has finally melted, soaking both me and his face.

I take a deep breath and you know that I'm ready for new pursuits. Lou removes his silk boxers and let loose his swollen organ, which is aching for some attention. He climbs on top of the bed, slowly rubbing his chest up my body as he goes. He feels my nipples poke into his chest, and He presses harder, rubbing them even more. I run my fingers through your hair, and down your back, leaving tiny scratches along the way. 

We now are face to face, and we take a moment to gaze passionately into each other's eyes. My face still wet from our previous endeavor, we join in a kiss. I do not care that I taste myself within your mouth. We kiss each other deeply, and continue to enjoy the sensation of our rubbing flesh.

Lou's erect shaft is pressed against my waiting cunt, throbbing in anticipation. He begins to rub it against me, my lips still very wet and providing ample lubrication. We grind our hips together, without any penetration. Our pace steadily quickens.

I bring my legs up to his waist, and wrap them around him. I don't care that my heel is stabbing into his back. He arches himself up on his arms, and I reach down and gently grab his cock. I slowly guide it to my awaiting cunt lips and place the head just barely inside. He wanted to thrust in immediately, but he held back.

I bring my hips up to him, and his cock slides in slowly and easily. He feels my warmness start to engulf him. We continue until it is in all the way. We pause, and enjoy the sensation of being joined as one.

We begin to grind, very slowly in circles. Lou can feel my inner walls surrounding him. Our grinds start to turn into thrusts, and we begin to move in unison, still keeping control.

Still perched upon his arms, he's able to look down and see himself plunging in and out of me. Lou finds this sight to be very erotic, and start to slowly quicken his pace. My movements keep time, and we continue, picking up speed slowly.

Lou lowers himself down so that he may kiss me, and our chests press together. He can feel my heart pounding, and know that it won't be much longer. Our gasps and moans turn louder and louder, our kisses more frantic as we go. My fingernails sink deeply into your back, and the pain just intensifies what he's feeling. By now we are thrusting as hard as we can, and my tits are swaying in small circles. I let out a loud gasp and he knows my time is about to come. Lou thrust even harder, wanting to share my climax with me.

My body convulses, and he knows that I've hit my peak. His body also tenses as he ejaculates deep inside of me, spraying his love into me. I sink my teeth into his shoulder and he hardly even feels the pain. We continue our motions far after he's cum, until I'm ready to stop. Lou collapses on top of me, our bodies' slick with sweat.

We kiss each other softly upon the lips, and close our eyes. We drift asleep knowing that whatever may happen, other year of being married has gotten off to quite a beginning.



Starting My Last Semester



It was Christmas break at college. I had just returned to my apartment after visiting my family for the holidays. It was my final semester before I graduated. I wanted to get back before the crowds of other students so I wouldn't have to fight the lines at the book store.

It was a fairly brisk day and after sleeping in until about noon, I decided to drag my ass out of bed, take a quick shower and run to the book store to get my books for the spring semester. It only took a few minutes to drive there and parking was a breeze since no one was on campus. I grabbed my empty book bag and headed into the book store.

When I arrive, I saw Mary and Rhonda. They were a couple of friends that I had met while dining at the campus café. Mary and Rhonda were both BBW's.

Mary was 5 foot 3 inches with 48 GG breasts. She had a bubbly personality that was infectious. Whenever you were around her you always felt good.

Rhonda was 5 foot 10 inches and pear shaped. She was easily double Mary's weight. Rhonda was always kind of mousy and just kept in the sidelines until she felt comfortable with you and when she let down her guard she was a lot of fun to be around.

While at the book store, we chatted about the grades we received and how excited we were about starting our final semester of school. I asked the girls if they were back for the semester or if they were just in for the day.

Both girls, with a sluttish grin, said they were back for the semester and ready for action. 

To play along with their flirting, I replied that I was back as well and I was glad they were back because I was tried of jacking off to porn at my apartment. I told them, with a thrust of my groin, they should stop by and take care of my constant hard on. 

Of course, they couldn't let that go without some type of comment or action. So, Mary grabs my cock and gave it a quick squeeze and Rhonda slaps my ass. The slap was louder than we all expected and the clerk at the book store glared over at us with a "take it outside look."

We quickly broke off our conversation. I went about buying my books and the girls left.

I returned home, threw my books on the table and popped in one of my favorite porn movies. I thought about my meeting with the girls at the book store and was pleasantly surprised when the screen had a threesome with 2 girls and a guy going at it. I was watching as the guy was getting blown and eating some sweet pussy at the same time. I wondered if I would ever be in a situation like that. 

I was pretty horned up at this point. I whipped my cock out and started stroking it. It was still hard from talking with the girls. Needless to say, I shot my load all over my shirt without much of a warning. I decided it was probably best if I just stripped down to nothing rather than risk getting cum stains all over my clothes. I quickly ran into my room and stripped. Then, I got my lube and some paper towels and got ready for a marathon jacking session.

I didn't realize how much the flirting at the book store affected me. Over the course of three hours, I came several times. My cock felt completely drained. It was sore but I felt relaxed.

I must have drifted off to sleep. The next thing I knew I was awoke by the sound of knocking at my door. I was still naked and there were used paper towels scattered all around me. 

I immediately jumped up and started picking up the mess. After a second, it came to me that I didn't ask who was at the door or even look through the peep hole. So, I cleared my throat and asked, "Who's there?" 

To my surprise, it was, you guessed it, Mary and Rhonda. I quickly stated that I had just got out of the shower and to give me a minute.

They immediately told me it was cold out and they were sure they had seen what I had before.

Being somewhat modest, I quickly disposed the paper towels in the garbage, grabbed a towel from the bathroom and opened the door....all within 30 seconds.

The girls quickly entered because it was indeed cold out. The cold air rushed in as I opened the door. My nipples hardened and my body was covered with goose bumps. However, the cold air felt SO GOOD on my sore cock.

The girls immediately noticed my attire and hardened nipples and praised my choice of wardrobe. Mary said, "We must have gotten you worked up at the book store. Look Rhonda, he has porn on the TV and is only wearing a towel."

I said, "Busted!" In my hurry to clean the place, I forgot to turn the TV off.

Rhonda just looked at me and then at Mary and said, "Care if we join?" She promptly took off her coat.

I thought this was extremely out of character for Rhonda. She was usually the quite one. Mary, on the other hand, had taken off her coat, shoes and shirt. 

At this point, I couldn't believe what was happening. I had flirted with these girls for three semesters and nothing had happened. Now, my wildest dreams seemed to be coming true.

While I was thinking this, Rhonda had gone to my room and grabbed some pillows and a blanket. She laid them out on the floor in front of the TV while glancing at a women being double teamed by two guys. 

Mary was just finishing undressing and she walked over to me and whispered into my ear, "You like?"

I replied somewhat hoarsely, "What's not to like?" I dropped my towel hoping my cock would spring to life.

Mary smiled and said, "Nice package." After she stared for a few seconds, she heard Rhonda clear her throat and said, "It looks like Rhonda is over dressed, why don't we help her."

I immediately knew something was up. Did these girls script the events that were going to happen prior to coming over? My mind was racing.

We both approached her. Mary helped her with her shirt and bra. I helped with her shoes and jeans. We both were kissing Rhonda's newly exposed skin. I heard a slight moan escape Rhonda's lips. The heat coming off her pussy was incredible. I smelt the alluring odor of pussy juice and loved every minute of this.

Mary finished removing Rhonda's clothing at the same time I did. She was behind her friend cupping the newly exposed breasts. I was kneeling before Rhonda with my nose inched from her sweet pussy. Rhonda shyly spoke, "Taste it, you will love it."

Mary quickly replied, "You better get in there before I do."

At this point, I leaned in and delicately spread her pussy lips and started to lick her clit. I would lick, suck, hum and repeat. She was going crazy. Her knees were trembling and her speech was slurred.

Mary began the same behavior as Rhonda. I couldn't figure out what was going on with her since my face was buried in Rhonda's pussy. So, I broke free for a quick second and looked. Rhonda was rubbing Mary's clit and lips. The sloppy sloshing sounds were amazing.

Rhonda looked down at me and winked. Then, she asked if we could take this someplace a little more comfortable.

We all smiled and walked into my bedroom. I was in the middle of the bed and the two girls positioned themselves near my cock. Without a word, they both attacked my cock and balls with a fiery passion.

I was still limp from my marathon jacking session earlier. The girls didn't seem to mind. Mary had my entire cock in her mouth sucking as there was no tomorrow. Rhonda had moved my legs so my knees were in the air so she could lick and suck on my balls. Their tongues were licking and swirling. I listened to the slurping, moaning and the sounds of passion. I began to feel a stir in my cock. I moaned for the girls to keep up their assault on my prick. 

Mary popped off my cock and turned to Rhonda and said, "NOW!" She quickly returned to my cock and continued her blow job. Rhonda sucked and "popped" my balls out of her mouth and split my legs open. Without warning, she slithered her long tongue into my ass. 

I had never had anything in my ass until this time. "WOW! OH, GOD!" I shouted! It was incredible. My cock was being sucked better than I had ever experience and I had an experienced tongue in my ass. I was on the verge of cumming. I screamed, "I'm going to cum!"

The girls went into overdrive. There mission was to make me cum. Seconds later, I gave Mary a taste of my cum. Once she was satisfied that she had gotten it all, she turned to Rhonda and they shared my treat with a wonderful kiss. I watched as their tongues danced and I saw my cum drip down the sides of their mouths. Each girl, not wanting to waste my seed, quickly licked the white gold from the others mouth.

After their shared meal, the girls assaulted my deflated cock again each taking the role the other previously had. This time the girls attacked with more vigor than before. I wondered how I was going to get another woody. Then, as Rhonda had my cock and balls in her mouth, Mary removed her tongue from my ass and suck one of her fingers up it and gently massaged by prostrate.

I was hard within seconds. Rhonda choked and coughed. She wasn't expecting my 7 inch cock to spring to life so quickly. I heard Mary giggling and leaned over to see the expression on her face. She was definitely enjoying the show.

I decided I had better shift gears with these girls. The blow job and anal assault felt wonderful but I wanted to fuck these girls before I lost my woody for good. I asked the girls, "Who is going to be first?"

They looked at each other and Mary said, "We drew straws at home and I won. You are fucking this CHERRY first!"

I looked at Mary and then Rhonda and said, "CHERRY? You guys are virgins?"

They both nodded and said they decided during Christmas break that they had to lose their virginity before they graduated. They felt they were missing out on the ultimate college experience.

I excitedly replied, "Assume the position!"

Mary said she wanted her first time to be the missionary position, so she lay on her back as I quickly maneuvered between her legs. I wasn't sure what Rhonda was going to do until she stuck her head down between my legs. She grabbed my cock, put on a condom (I have no idea to this day where it came from) and place my throbbing man meat at the door of Mary's virgin pussy.

I slowly pushed my cock into her tight tunnel of love. It was so wet, warm and tight. I slowly moved in and out. I barely had the head of my cock in and she was panting and groaning that it hurt and to slow down. Knowing that both girls were virgins, I slowed way down. I didn't want to scare Rhonda because I hurt Mary. 

Because I was moving slowly to let Mary get used to my manhood, Rhonda had the opportunity to stick her tongue back in my ass. The attention my backdoor was receiving was fabulous. I was so glad she was doing that to take my mind off the mind blowing torture I was enduring by ever so slowly working my cock into Mary's virgin hole.

After about five minutes of this slow, yet methodical assault, I finally reached the promised land of Mary's hymen. I asked her if she was ready to become a woman and she said, "Give it to me big boy" with a rather sluttish grin on her face. 

I withdrew nearly the full length of my shaft and pushed forcefully down with all my might. I felt the tearing of her hymen and I froze still only about half way inside. Mary yelped and was repeating, "Stop! Stop! Stop!"

I waited for Mary to get used to my size and for the pain to subside. As I was waiting, Rhonda was gently licking my ass and playing with my balls. I look down at her and she saw me. I mouth to her "Mary's pussy."

She immediately nudges her head into position and starts licking my shaft and Mary's puffy pussy lips. I slowly reposition myself to remain in Mary but to give Rhonda more room to work. I watch has best as I can from my vantage point. God, it is sexy as all hell.

Finally, after a few minutes, Mary groans, "Finish what you started." Rhonda had moved out of my way and I worked my cock into her oh so tight pussy. Each stroke was a little deeper than the last. Finally, I reached bottom; I felt my cock knocking against her cervix.

Mary was in heaven. She wrapped in legs around my ass and was really getting into it. This moment in time was all about Mary and what I could do to make her first time special. I felt her girl juice running down my balls and knew she had to be close to her first "real" climax. She was really vocal by this point telling me to "Ram that big fuck stick into her tight pussy and make her cum." I answered the call and started "long dicking" her with long, strong strokes that bottomed out with every stroke.

With a sudden, "OH MY GOOOOOOOD!" Mary let the world know she had cum. I stayed in her to the hilt until she came down from the experience. Then, I roll off her and look at Rhonda who was fingering her clit like there was no tomorrow. I nodded to her and she leaped up and started cleaning my cum and blood covered cock.

After she cleaned me, she moved between Mary's legs which were still quivering, and ever so gently caressed her swollen lips with her darting tongue. I just watched in amazement at the tender loving attention Rhonda was providing for her friend. 

During this time, I was amazed that my cock began to inflate yet again. I thought to myself, "How in the hell can this be happening?" My next thought was "Who cares? This is fucking awesome!"

Rhonda had her big ass in the air eating her best friend and roommate. I reached over on my nightstand and grabbed a new condom and quickly put it on. I then slowly moved into position behind Rhonda and slowly started working my cock into her tight, wet pussy. 

I worked just as slowly with Rhonda as I did with Mary. I took my time to ensure she was getting used to my size. After several minutes of slow strokes, I reached her hymen. I waited for a few seconds to let her enjoy the feeling. I was awe struck at the sight of my cock half way in her pussy and Rhonda happily lapping away at her friend's pussy while Mary was tweaking her nipples and on the verge of another orgasm. 

Then, Rhonda wiggled her ass drawing me back to my senses. I pulled back again so just the head of my cock was in her pussy and pushed hard until I broke her hymen. I put on the breaks when I broke the barrier and waited for the OK to continue. 

I heard the "MMMFFF" as she groaned. Mary, who was just calming down from her orgasm, smiled and welcomed Rhonda to the Woman's Club. Both girls started to giggle over that.

After a few minutes, Rhonda wiggled her ass again and I continued the slow process of devirginizing her. I continued to marvel at the tight, wet walls of her pussy and the incredible feeling it was having on my cock. 

After some time, I could tell Rhonda was getting close to her first fuck orgasm. I started pumping like crazy. I had no urge at all to cum so I just kept hammering away at her tight pussy. 

With an "Oh My GGGGGGGGGG," she came. She barely got it out of her mouth before she slammed her face into Mary's pussy and pushed her over the edge. These two girls were now cumming together. I thought this was the coolest thing in the world and wondered how many times they had achieved this "simultaneous cum" in the privacy of their own apartment.

As the girls came down from their high, I slowly removed my prick from Rhonda and lay down next to Mary. Rhonda and Mary quickly changed positions and Mary began to so tenderly attend to her friend's puffy pussy lips. 

Some time during this whole experience, I fell asleep. I awoke the next morning to another blow job and some serious fucking. At some point during the day, I thought this is going to be the best semester ever; and it was.



Starting My Morning Off Right



This is my first submission. I'd love some constructive criticism, or effusive praise.

xoxo - Pebbles



I'm home "sick" from work today. I love days like this when I can just lounge in bed, lazily playing with myself. Just teasing. Warming up for the day ahead. It was chilly last night, so I slept in flannel pj bottoms and a tank. I usually wear panties with my pj's so I don't have to wash them as often, but last night I never put any on after my bath.

Anyway, laying in bed, hand in my pants, just teasing myself, thinking about coffee and work, and the girl in the cublicle right outside my office. I started getting good and horny. My fingers were slick and I could feel a little trickle seeping from my pussy down to my ass. It was a hard decision, but I had to stop for a little bit, at least. I needed to catch up on my other blog and make coffee and all that real life shit.

With my coffee made, I sit down to start working on the other blog. Mind you, working on that blog means looking for, sorting through, and commenting on pictures of beautiful, sexy women. It's not long before my coffee's forgotten and I'm sorting through pictures with one hand and the other's back in my pj's. This time, it's not so much teasing as it is me wanting to get off. NOW.

My fingers are running through my wet lips, just barely poking into me, then running back up through them to spread my juices on my clit. I'm looking at a picture of two teens, topless in contrasting thong panties, smiling at the camera. Ther firm young tits standing out proud. Thinking of myself there with them, I slide my finger inside myself. I'm so wet, it slides right in. It feels so good. I give it a little squeeze with my pussy, then slide it out, rubbing it over my clit. Circling my clit a few times with my finger, then I bring it back down to my pussy. And in. Deeper this time, I lift my hips off my chair a little bit. And I'm inside myself deep. I twist my finger a little bit, then push forward, rubbing against the front wall of my pussy.

I move to the next picture. It's of a striking woman in her 30′s. She's sitting on her bed with an office skirt hiked up to her waist. Her legs are spread and she's got one foot up on the bed with her. Her pantyhose and panties are hanging in a tangled mess from her foot. One hand is propping herself up, and the other is holding a camera. There's a burst of light that obscures her face, but that's not where I'm looking right now. I can clearly see her pussy. Her dark brown bush is trimmed close, but it's not shaved. I can see that her pussy is wet because it's glistening in the light of the flash. Her pubic hair is matted with her juices near her pussy lips.

My fingers are running over my clit ever faster. Sliding down between my lips and then inside me. Two fingers now, pinching my swollen clit between them as they come up, then plunging back down into my wetness. Deeper, and harder. My pj's are soaked now...the entire area under my ass is a mess with my pussy juices. Worse, the waistband is keeping me from going as deep as want to. Not wanting to stop, but knowing I have to, I stand up quickly and pull the pj's off and kick them across the room. Or try to. They get caught on my foot and end up draped on my desk- the enormous wetspot looking up at me.

I sit back down in my chair, legs spread wide now. My right hand is rubbing furious circles around my engorged clit while my left hand is plunging two fingers into my pussy. In. Squueze. Twist. Out. In. Squeeze. Twist. Out. Faster and faster. My pussy is making loud squishy noises and there's a thin white froth at the bottom of my fingers. Faster. And now I can't squeeze anymore. I'm so close to cumming. I just relax my pussy as my fingers piston in and out, my clit tingling like mad as my other hand rubs it.

Closer and closer. My breath is shallow and I'm moaning now. My eyelids close briefly as my orgasm almost hits. A false start. I open my eyes again and look at the woman on my screen. At her wet pussy. Another small convulsion. Another loud squelchy sound from my pussy. My office now reeks of my wet pussy and I wonder what the girl in the cubicle next to my office would think if she could see me now. If she could smell me now...

And I explode. The strength of my orgasm makes me jackknife in my chair. My thighs clamp around my hands, trapping them against my wet sex. Wave after wave of pleasure convulses through me- starting from me clit and extending outward towards my toes and fingers. I see purple. My scalp tingles.

Slowly, the feelings subside and my sticky thighs unclench. I'm feeling so warm and glowy. I give a little shudder as I pull my fingers out of my pussy...look at the sticky wetness on them. I smell myself. Smile. Ah. That's better.



Starting Out



My senior year at high school would see me turn eighteen years old. As a youth I spent my time developing. I developed my body, my interests, my goals, my likes and my dislikes. Others around me helped to shape my ideas and thoughts but I knew that I was independent. My journey in life would be one of the pursuits of a hedonistic lifestyle, balanced with health and emotion.

Following the celebration and pageantry of my eighteenth birthday I set out on this journey. My mentor had been my mother's hairdresser Gloria. Gloria was a beautiful single 32 year old woman that I met when she was 24 and starting out in business. On Saturday mornings Gloria would pay me to do odd jobs around her house and clean the yard. She would frolic with her clients throughout the day preparing for whatever social gathering was planned for that night. Sunday's as I cleaned the pool I would hear the stories from the parties the night before. Sometimes when the event was at Gloria's I would see the remnants of the night before.

Today I awoke to Gloria and my mother having coffee at the kitchen table. The way Gloria talked with such a sexy throaty voice stirred my loins. Waking up with a stiff morning hard on listening to her made me reach below the covers. The initial sense of satisfaction I felt from stroking my cock was heightened by their conversation. As I slowly rubbed my throbbing dick I was entranced to hear Gloria talking about me. She was asking my mother if I was still a virgin. My mother responded with bewilderment. Gloria pressed on citing examples of my dad's hijinks at the Cole's pool parties. From what I could tell my dad showed off his endowment at these parties. It was something that I was shy about in the change rooms and around the pool. I stroked my cock and came in a sock then jumping up to prepare for a shower and lunch.

As I came into the kitchen the room was silent. Had the cat caught the mice at play I thought. I went to the cupboard to make a sandwich. I was dressed normally with a jock strap that cupped my balls and held my cock tight to my body over which I wore spandex tights and cotton work out shorts. The ladies started to jabber away at me. I indulged their mid age prodding but I couldn't help notice Gloria checking out my shirtless chest. At 18 I had filled out at 6'3" and 190 lbs. keeping in shape playing very competitive hockey, baseball in the summer, and always in the weight room. We had a good laugh.

Gloria persisted in asking me if I had gotten lucky for my birthday. Blushing I told her that I was more focused on the party and doing well in school but I did have lots of kisses from the girls. As I readied to meet up with my friend Jim; Gloria enquired if I was available to help her late in the day. She had some client bookings through the afternoon and would need me by 5:00 PM. As she talked with me her intent gaze and seductive mannerisms caused me to blush and look away. Gloria was a regular jack off image for me. She was 5'8" and about 130 lbs. She had firm breasts and a pert little ass.

After my fun physical day I made my way to Gloria's. I made fast work with the few things that she needed done. She was always so appreciative giving me hugs I thought of her like an aunt. She told me that Norma would be along soon for a waxing treatment soon but I could go for a swim in her pool. I politely declined as I had on only work out clothes. She indicated that would be no problem that in the pool house was as selection of trunks and the blue pair was my dad's. I loved the fact that she let me swim in her pool. In the summer it was so refreshing. She would often lounge around or take a swim herself. Once when Jim and I were both in swimming she asked me to cover her back in lotion. Jim thought that was so cool.

Off to the pool hut I went to find a pair of swim trunks. I slipped into the blue pair that my father used. They were the Speedo kind and the length of my dong was clearly visible. As I put them back I heard Gloria checking that I was ready. I was startled so I jumped into a big pair of swim shorts as she walked in. I think she caught a glimpse of my bare ass as she walked in. A little embarrassed I asked her what she wanted. She said that since I was swimming she would launder my clothes so when I left I would smell fresh. As startled that I was; I handed over my clothes. She bounced into the house as I jumped off the diving board. 

After a few dives I felt like playing a little game. I would start at one end and swim underwater as far as I could. After I tired of this I started to swim laps. This felt so great but it was getting on in the evening and I should catch up with the guys. We were going to go cruising tonight.

I got out of the pool and went to shower and change. In the pool house was a nice fluffy towel to dry off but Gloria forgot to return my clothes. I thought it best to cover up with the towel and go inside. As I made my way inside I was startled to see Norma naked on the treatment table with Gloria between her legs. I didn't even see Norma come in Norma is a trophy wife to Leo my dad's best friend. Norma is well made up, wears lots of diamonds and is always got her hair done and wearing nice clothes. Norma had large brown nipple that sat firm on chest. She is over 40 and still in great shape. They must not have heard me come in but as I approached Gloria tore a sheet from between Norma's legs. My God Norma must be getting her pussy waxed. I had heard about women shaving but I couldn't imagine that. I retreated out the back door to the pool house. I sprinkled a little water on my hair to make it look wet again and noisily made my way to the house. 

As I came bounding up the stairs Gloria passed going to the laundry room. Gloria stopped me and said I should jump in the barbers chair for a quick trim. I did as was told and got up for the trim. I like to keep my hair neat and knowing Gloria sure helped that. Gloria returned with my folded clothes and placed them on the counter. Having Gloria cut my hair was sheer ecstasy. She ran her hands trough my hair as her hard firm mounds pressed against my back I had to keep my hands out of my lap for fear of arousing my cock. As my arm sat on the armrest it seemed that Gloria would slide the v of her cleft into my elbow. The whole time she would talk to me about my plans for the night, my future, what girls did I like typical hairdresser chat but it teased me like hell. Then she asked me why I wear all these clothes she had laundered. I explained that an athlete needs support and can perspire excessively and it was also for comfort. She told me that lots of her boyfriends played sports but it was only me and my dad that dressed like that. I knew where this was headed.

Gloria finished up and offered to show me the latest in treatments that she had been training for. As we were about to go into the treatment room I asked about Norma. Gloria replied back to me that she had left following her treatment. She also enquired how I knew Norma was here as Norma had entered when I was underwater and didn't greet her arrival. I think I may have gotten caught but I mumbled a poor excuse. Up onto the table I got under the sheet. Gloria explained that she was going to perform a sweedish style massage. She turned on some background music and lit incense.

Gloria began by lowering the sheet to my waist and working my back. She talked more about sex and my virginity. She mentioned that since I helped her she could help me learn how to pick up girls. My back felt great as she moved the sheet to expose my leg. Working up my leg she caressed my inner thigh. I knew she could see my hairy ball sack. Her talk subsided as she rubbed my other leg and prepared to do the front. My cock was hard from the stimulation she was providing I worried how I was going to turnover

Gloria held up the sheet and gave me the privacy to turnover. What a relief but the massive bulge would be evident through the thin white sheet. My cock when hard reaches at least past my belly button. Gloria worked my legs all the way up to the ball sack. Caressing my inner thigh Gloria enquired why I didn't shave the hair on my genitals. I jokingly told that I was not so good with a razor. She said nonsense that is why an esthetician is trained. Gloria then went to work on my chest; the playground as I told my girlfriends. Gloria then asked me whether I or my girlfriends had oral sex or masturbated. I told her that I love to masturbate but I would never tell my girlfriends As Gloria went along she noted that my nipples were very sensitive like a women's. I told her that is why it is called the playground. As Gloria worked down my abs and delts I knew the top of my penis was visible. Abruptly Gloria questioned me "If she should just finish me off. I agreed this would prevent me any further embarrassment. 

At this point Gloria went to the sink. She was preparing some treatment. She came back and took each ankle and moved it out to a Velcro strap on the edge of the treatment table. With my hands at my side she then strapped them to the table. Gloria told me this would facilitate her treatment to fish me off and the she removed the sheet to expose my rock hard cock.

She was impressed. She commented on how big it was. I told her it was at least a couple handfuls. She said she just had to measure it. No sooner does she have a measuring tape like a tailor than she runs it up my shaft from the pubic bone to the tip and wraps it around the middle. She blurts out ten and one eighth and seven and a quarter. Over 70 square inches of cock. She rgained her composure and lathered up my cock she deftly shaved my cock and balls. Following this she used a witch hazel astringent to prevent razor burn. Gloria asked me if I wanted to come. 

I agreed wholeheartedly. Gloria examined my cock running her fingernails along the veins and the underside of the head. My cock was leaking profusely. Her hands felt great on my smooth balls. She would lift one and roll it around and switch to the next while stroking her petit hand slowly up and down the length. Alternating to tweak my nipples she had me turned right on. I couldn't move. I tried bucking my hips but she would release my cock and I whimpered in agony.

Gloria urged me on asking me if I was going to come. I told her I would but I needed her help. She asked me what kind of help. I told her I need her to wrap her lips around my cock and stroke it hard. She told me that there was no ay she would get that in her mouth. I begged her. She said she would try to lick it. She then pushed me further by licking it like a Popsicle. Her warm tongue and soft lips felt good but I needed more. She asked me if maybe I needed my cock milked. I knew this worked with cows and I hoped it worked with me. Gloria explained that I would have to promise to be a good boy and she would milk me.

Gloria explained that I would need to get on all fours to get milked. She was going to release my restraints and allow me to get on all fours. She told me the rules of my release and that I would be punished if I did not follow the rules. As she released me from the restraints I was able to sit up and admire my newly shaven genitals. As I turned over I lightly played with my balls and stroked my long hard cock vigorously. Oh that felt good. Gloria strapped my arms and legs in place it was strange having my ass up in the air and open. But I was looking for to being masturbated in a new position. Gloria stood in front of me and explained that twice while turning over I had broken two rules and needed to be punished.

Gloria now behind me explained that I would be punished and additional rules added. I was to be spanked 5 times for each offence. If my spankings exceeded twenty then the discipline would be raised to a new level. After each spanking I was to count the spank and thank my mistress. I was only to refer to Gloria as princess. So it looked like I was going to receive 10 spanks from Gloria ah er Princess. How bad could that be it was not like it was my dad. The first spank hit me wow I didn't know she used a paddle. I had forgotten to count and thank her 5 more. I got through the first five okay. The second five were okay. But we were forgetting about the milking. I asked Gloria to stroke me. Opps I forgot to address her properly.

The next level of discipline. I felt her apply some lube to my asshole. As she rubbed it felt very good. Periodically she slipped a finger into my rectum it took my breath away. Before she returned to finish my spanking she rolled a rubber o-ring down my cock. It was tight as she stroked my cock. My cock was rock hard again. Princess resumed the spankings and I remembered to thank her and call her princess. Gloria then said I was ready to be milked. She slid both of her hands up and down my rod piston like but the o-ring on my cock was tight. The veins of my 10" cock bulged and throbbed. I could feel the come filling my shaft. She stopped

Ahhh! I pleaded relentlessly. Gloria then probed my asshole it felt good. She explained that she was going to stimulate my prostate. As she hit the spot cum shot out of my cock head. Gloria resumed stroking me and stimulating my prostate as more shots of come shot from my cock head. Gloria drained me completely and I was exhausted. She let me off the treatment table. I thanked her for a wild experience and she said I think it has only begun. She told me she would like to teach me some things that would help me in life. She also said that if I learned to use my cock properly that I would live a very happy and fulfilling life. She suggested that I shower and told me I would get a treat. 

I went off to the shower to clean up. As I reflected on my experience I truly felt my life was changing. Shockingly Gloria stepped into the shower completely nude. This is the first time I had seen her naked and been with another women. A smile as wide as the Grand Canyon covered my face as I reached down to warmly embrace. Gloria. My 6'3" 230 lb frame enveloped her petit 120 lbs. I scooped her under the buttocks and pulled her firm breasts into my chest hugging a sharing a passionate kiss. Shy Troy was being released and I could feel it but Gloria seemed to have the power to rein it in and make me a little boy again. 

After we sat and talked in the afterglow we agreed that this project was for only us together. She would not be my girlfriend or me her boyfriend but the emotional attachment would grow. We agreed that I needed work and she needed the help so Saturday was for us. You will hear of her influence in my life as I have grown and lived the full life. Experiences that happened in my life were shaped from this very day. Gloria taught me how to control my power and please women so that I could explore my hedonistic lifestyle. What a journey it is.



Starting Over



She fought hard to hold back her smile as she stepped, for the first time, on campus. The feeling of freedom and independence overwhelmed her. For the first time she had no one to answer to, no one to check in with. She could do whatever she wanted, with no one to tell her otherwise.

Kristy walked through campus to where her dorm room was, as promising thoughts of her upcoming year raced through her head. She was just 18 in July, and felt as if she was just beginning life. She was a tall slender girl, with a beautiful face and a body to match. 

In high school, she was very popular. She was the girl that all the guys wanted to be with. She hung out with the "in crowd", and was very active in her school. She had the same boyfriend since freshman year, who was equally popular, and as handsome as she was beautiful. They were the envy of most of the school, most likely to succeed in whatever they set out to do.

Her personality as well as her looks equally attributed to her popularity. She was friendly with everyone in school, and always treated everyone with the same kindness and bubbling demeanor, regardless of how they looked or acted. Sometimes her close friends were put off by the fact that she would "even be seen" with some of the people she talked to, but it never bothered her. Kristy felt that every person was unique in some way or another, and that every person she got to know had the potential to broaden her own personality. Why anyone would deny themselves of such an experience, simply because someone doesn't look or act like you do was beyond her. It seems that is what the whole point of getting to know other people was about.

Although, despite all of her wonderful traits, something was not right with Kristy. It seemed to her that ever since she could remember, she lived her life doing as she thought other people would expect her to do. Being the person she is, she always tries to exceed the expectations of others around her, be it her parents, friends or her boyfriend Matt. She rarely takes the time to live her life for her, which is why she is overwhelmed with excitement now. She has decided to cease this opportunity, and from this day on, live life more for herself. She has the chance to start over, and let herself experience life on her own terms.

She entered her dorm room, dragging her things behind her, and noticed that her roommate was already there and gone. Her things were left half unpacked and scattered across one side of the room. Kristy began to neatly unpack and put away her things, unaffected by the untidy first impression of her roommate. She was to enamored by her newfound freedom to worry about anything else.

Days later, Kristy had once again found herself falling into her old habits, struggling feverishly to make a good first impression on her professors. Her feelings of freedom and independence were soon replaced with overwhelming feelings of anxiety. She spent her first week closed in her room studying, and wondering, as she listened to the other students laugh and carry on in the hallways, how anyone else had any time for themselves. 

She had only seen her roommate twice at this point, and wondered how she managed to stay away for as long as she did. Her name was Mary, and she was a very quiet person. Not in a shy way, but more like, "it's too bothersome to answer your boring questions using more than one word" way. She wasn't nasty or rude, just not the type who liked to talk. She was a pretty girl, but seemed to hide it underneath her jet-black hair and pale face.

As Kristy sat among her piles of books and papers, she began to feel her stomach sinking as she thought. Not even one week and the only person she's met doesn't talk. She began to think about her parents, and what advice they would give her. She wanted to call, but did not want anyone to think that she was already homesick after a few days. Her thoughts then slowly drifted to Matt, her boyfriend. She wondered how he was getting along, as they were across the country in different colleges. She thought about how they had agreed to split-up before college. It was obviously the right thing to do, seeing as how they would be apart for four years. They both knew that pretending to carry on a relationship when they were over three thousand miles apart was just ridiculous. Still, she wished he was there with her.

She let her thoughts overwhelm her, and began to cry. As she sat alone in her room, wishing to see a familiar face to comfort her it hit her. She didn't need Matt or her parents! She didn't need anyone. She was free to do whatever she wanted. Her feelings of independence came rushing back to her as her tears dried up. She pushed aside her books and got up to pace the room, thinking out loud about all the things she was going to do with her freedom. She had worked herself up into such an excitement, she was almost breathless, and sat back down to regain her thoughts. 

Again, her thoughts turned to Matt, but this time not just him, but of the times, they spent alone. Matt was her one and only lover. She thought about how Matt used to tell her how he loved her after they made love, and how wonderful he said she had made him feel. She remembered the things that he used to say, and the words he used to describe how he felt when he was with her. And as if she were looking at herself from another point of view, realized that she never truly understood what he was feeling. She could see herself saying the same things back to him, and not understanding why, but only that it made him happy. Her mind became a flood of thoughts, as this revelation crashed upon her. She felt like she was watching a movie that didn't make any sense until the last minutes when everything seemed to tie itself together. She began to realize what had been missing from her life. She never really loved Matt, and didn't face it until this moment. She definitely had feelings for him, but not in the way that she pretended. Matt was just the expectation she needed to live up to. She realized that their relationship was just following her pattern of life.

She sat back as a cold rushed over her body. She felt like she had been told bad news, but it somehow liberated her. She realized that it wasn't just Matt himself that was the problem, but the lack of feeling that she had denied herself. She wondered how she could ever let herself sink into such a situation. How she could be so deep in a place that didn't allow her to feel anything for herself, and worse, why did she feel so content there? She gazed at the books piled on the desk in front of her and smiled. She had the rest of her life in front of her, and was determined to find whatever she had been missing.

As she reveled in her thoughts, she felt as if she had broken out of a cage that had confined her for years. The feeling was so overwhelming she was almost finding it difficult to breathe. Suddenly she wondered what she had missed out on in her past four years. She wondered if there was anything, or anyone that could have given her the passion she was missing. Maybe she was so blinded by what she thought was love and passion that she wouldn't have known it if it was ever really there. Did she miss it? Was it there for her all along, and she just didn't recognize it? Her mind began to race through all of the faces of people she knew all of the places she'd been, hoping that something would spark. Instead, the more she thought, the more she realized that her life was never her own. Her mind began to slow down, as if it were running out of gas, and she soon fell asleep.

It was hours later when she was jolted awake. It took her some time to focus on where she was. Her neck was stiff from the chair she had fallen asleep in. She was alone in her room, and everything was quiet for the first time since she came here. She got up, turned off her desk lamp and fumbled into bed. There was a full moon out that kept her room lit enough for her to see the outline of the things around her. As she began to close her eyes, she realized what it was that had woke her up in the first place.

It was a night, just like tonight. She closed her eyes and started replaying it in her mind. The more she thought, the more vividly it came back to her, and it felt as if she was there again. All the sensations, everything she felt, were as if it were happening to her all over again.

It was shortly after her freshman year of high school had begun. Her and her friend Kim had arrived back at Kim's house after a party, where she had just met Matt. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach, just like she had that night. It has been so long since she felt like that. She remembered sitting on Kim's bed, talking and laughing. 

Her eyes flew open briefly breaking her concentration. She held her breath as her eyes scanned around the moonlit room. She exhaled slowly as her body relaxed again, and she gently closed her eyes. She could see Kim's room, lit dimly from the light of the television, just the way the moon lit her dorm. Kim slept next to her, closely huddled into her body. It felt warm and comfortable. Kim's leg was uncovered, and draped across her body. Her mind re-lived the way her eyes were drawn onto her skin, glowing from the blue light. Her mind's eye scanning back and forth over the smoothness of her skin, starting high above her knee, just below her hip, straight down, over her ankle to the tips of her toes. She could feel her warmth on her fingertips as she gently reached out to touch her. Her body tingled with sensations she had never before experienced.

Kim's body shifted tighter into hers, and she could now feel her sleeping breath on her ear and neck. Her body was hot and she began to perspire. She felt a breeze coming from Kim's bedroom window, and as it blew over her, she became aware of every part of her body. Her breasts felt heavy lying on her chest, and her nipples were hard and straining the fabric of her shirt, the way they did when she was cold. They were sensitive, and felt as if they were burning when her shirt lightly brushed them. There was a tingling sensation between her legs, and as she became more aware, she felt a dampness there. Her heart was pounding in her ears, and her stomach felt queasy at the thought that she may have wet herself while she slept next to her best friend. Her hand shook as she reached down to inspect herself, praying that it was just her imagination. As her fingers came in contact with her damp panties, her body was jolted by what felt like an electric shock coursing through her body in an instant, causing her to wince out loud. She quickly pulled her hand away. Her body felt as if it was being stuck with millions of pins and needles all at once. Her toes tingled, and she felt an almost painful throbbing between her legs. Her body, now soaked with sweat, crawled with a feverish sensitivity. Her mind was working hard, but all she could concentrate on was the sensations within her. She could not tell what was happening, and held her breath anxiously. 

Again, Kristy's eyes flew open. Her body experiencing all of the sensations as if it was happening all over again. She grabbed at her shirt anxiously and pulled it over her head. Her breasts throbbing, she gently took her nipples between her fingers and squeezed lightly, rolling up and down the stiff flesh sending shivers through her body. Her mind was vividly recapturing the image of Kim's smooth skin against hers. She was again drawn to the intense throbbing between her legs, and quickly rolled her damp panties down over her ankles and slipped them off. Her hand instinctively reached between her legs and cupped tightly over her pussy. She pressed hard against herself, and her body uncontrollably jumped as the heel of her hand pressed into her sensitive clit. She slowly slid two fingers up to her clit and circled the spot where the throbbing was coming from. Her body shook every time her fingers glided over the hard little bump. As she gently massaged it, the sensations grew steadily, more pleasurable each time. She was almost scared to keep going, unsure of where this feeling would lead her, but it felt too good to stop. She pressed harder and faster as her pleasure built, and spread throughout her body. She could feel that something was going to happen soon, but she didn't know what. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, bracing herself for what was to come. Suddenly, images of her friend came rushing into her head. Her soft, naked skin on hers, her warm breath tickling her ear and the shape of her foot resting on her leg sent her over the edge. Kristy's hips lifted off the bed uncontrollably towards her pressing fingers. Everything around her seemed to disappear as her body shook and convulsed with pleasure. She couldn't breathe, and she felt as though she was screaming but couldn't hear. A sharp pleasure washed over her body for what seemed like days, and she could feel wetness pouring out between her legs onto her fingers. Every muscle in her body clenched tightly around her center, and then as quick as it came, washed away. 

She lay still on her bed, naked and sweating. Her senses slowly beginning to return. She managed somehow to crawl under her covers, and as she basked in the wonderment of her very first orgasm, she drifted to sleep.

Kristy woke the next morning with the same excited feeling in her stomach that she used to get on Christmas morning when she was young. She looked over at her alarm clock, which read 10:38. She had missed the start of class, and didn't even make an effort to get up. Her mind buzzed as thoughts of last night were rushing back. She had never experienced such a powerful emotion, and as she thought more about what happened, she wondered what it meant. Was she attracted to women? Was she a lesbian? Maybe it was just Kim who she was attracted to. She thought hard to remember any other incident where she may have felt the same as she had that night at Kim's, but nothing seemed to click. Nothing that strong at least. She remembered incidents where she caught herself looking at other women, but didn't recognize them as sexual, until now. She remembered admiring outfits, or shoes, but as she thought harder, she realized there was more to it. She could vividly remember the way they moved or their smell. She could see herself admiring her friends for more than just their clothes or hair. She remembered the shape of their bodies. She remembered how their breasts looked, or the curve of their hips. It wasn't the shoes or the clothes she was noticing, but the way those things made a girls body look. The way a tight shirt would strain against their breasts, making them round and firm, or show off some belly. The way shoes might make their legs look.

As all these different images flashed in her mind, this time for what they really were, she felt her body start to tingle again. She concentrated hard, until her thoughts settled on one incident in particular. It was graduation, and she was sitting in her living room talking to her friend Lisa. Her parents had thrown a small pre-graduation party for her and some friends, before they went to the big party that night. Lisa looked exceptionally gorgeous that night. She wore a short black dress, and sexy strap heals. Kristy recalled their conversation, and the way Lisa sat across from her with her legs crossed. She remembered staring at her shoes, and the way her eyes traveled from her foot all the way up her leg to the hem of her dress. Kristy recalled the way she sipped her drink, and how delicate her manicured fingers looked when she held her glass. She could smell her perfume, and delighted at the way Lisa's bright eyes widened, and the warmth of her smile as they spoke. The harder she focused on Lisa; everything else in her memory seemed to dissolve, until just the two of them were there. The conversation seemed to fade as well, and all she could hear was the sound of her breathing and her heart beating. She concentrated hard on Lisa's image. In her mind, Lisa leaned into her, uncrossing her legs, and began to speak to her again. Her voice rang louder and clearer in her ears. Lisa was telling her to touch herself, begging to see it. Lisa began to run her fingers up and down her own legs. Kristy's eyes followed Lisa's fingers to the darkness beneath her dress. Lisa was speaking to her softly, whispering Kristy's name. Her mind flashed images of Lisa's body, as she felt in intense pressure welling up inside her. She could almost feel Lisa there with her, as she quickly became aware of her own body. Still concentrating on the scrambling images in her mind, she became aware of her hand working feverishly between her legs. Her mind now jumbled, flashing pictures of Kim and Lisa, one after another, all the while hearing Lisa's voice encouraging her. Her mind was moving fast and everything was beginning to become blurry. Images of Lisa and Kim combined with others began to mesh, until they didn't even make sense, until she finally felt her body tense up, and waves of pleasure overcame her.

Two days had passed in a blur since Kristy became aware of her feelings. Although she felt relieved, as though she had found a big part of her that had been missing, she didn't know how to cope with the fact that she was attracted to other women. She was finding it difficult to concentrate on anything else in her life, and often found mind wandering off. She wasn't able to recall anything she had heard in her classes the past two days, and hadn't opened a single book. Her mind seemed to be set off by the slightest incident, and blocked everything else out. She found herself fantasizing about different girls she would see. She tried hard to think of boys, but it just didn't happen. There was no denying the way she felt.

She sat in her dorm room, wishing desperately for someone to talk to. Who would she tell? Her parents? Her friends? There was no one for her to turn to. She was going to have to figure it out on her own. She decided to log on to her computer and see if she could find anyone to talk to. She read through some of her mail, but there was nothing interesting. Just a few jokes and notes from her friends asking how she was getting along. She even entertained the idea of visiting some of the chat rooms, but she knew that it wouldn't do her any good to tell her feelings to a stranger. Besides, you never knew who you were really talking to anyway, so she just logged off. 

It was still early, and she was feeling hungry. She decided to take a walk and get something to eat. She found herself in this little pizza place, just off campus. It wasn't crowded like it usually was, but there were a few people there. She took her pizza, sat down at an empty table and began to eat. Not even a minute passed when she heard a voice from behind her. 

"English lit with Brogan right?"

She turned to see a girl that she thought she recognized from one of her classes. She was cute. About 5'6. Long brown hair, and dark eyes. Kristy's eyes darted up and down the girl's slender frame, and felt her mind start to wander. 

"I sit right behind you I think."

Kristy's mind snapped back.

"Oh yea... hi... I'm sorry, I just spaced out for a sec."

As she spoke, she realized that it might have been the first thing she said in days.

"It's okay," the girl said as she sat down at Kristy's table. 

"I'm Kate, nice to meet you."

"Kristy, same here."

"You're not expecting anyone are you?"

"Not at all."

The two sat, eating their pizza and talking about their classes. They seemed to hit it off pretty well. As it turned out, they were in a few classes together, and Kristy was able to get some of the assignments she had missed the past few days. They finished their food, and had remained talking for well over an hour. Kristy liked Kate, who reminded her a lot of herself. Even better still, she took her mind off the things that had been troubling her for the past few days, and Kristy felt almost normal again. Not once since they started talking did Kristy think of her in a sexual way. As that thought occurred to her she felt relieved, fearing lately that she had turned into some kind of lesbian pervert who could only think about sex.




Starting over



I had to go back to work! There was no way I could sit in this house by myself any longer. All of the tears are gone now, I know it is time.

I called management at the HMO where I work as a General Practitioner and talked to Sally, the Chief Resident. She was tickled pink, they were always short of staff.

It had been nearly 4 months, the last few months I had spent caring for my late husband, Ted. Some of you know of him from his writings under the name of Magichands.

I spent nearly a Month by myself, with myself, after his passing. I did go spend a day with my Mother, she is 78 and frail. She is from the old school, I was "supposed" to grieve for a full year.

But my mind was already beginning to play tricks on me, and my body, used to release 3 to 4 times a week, was beginning to scream out for comfort!

Yes, I had to go back to work!

My first appointment did little to cheer me. It was a lady, barely 40 years of age. She was a good 50 pounds overweight, blood pressure through the roof, smoking 2 packs a day and 3 bottles of Vodka a week. I sighed and checked her vitals, going into my lecture on eating right and quitting all of the things that would likely kill her before she was 60.

No real conviction in my words, I see it all day, every day. I closed her file, and told her to check back, offering as much encouragement as I could. I got the usual murmured promise to "try" in return, and ushered her out.

Then I glanced at the report for my next patient. His name was Norman. 52 years old, 6', 200#, It all looked familiar but I couldn't quite place it. So I checked farther back, sure enough, there was my report on him.

He had come into my office for a normal Health checkup just bit over a year earlier. His reports had looked normal, and I expected the usual. But I took his blood pressure at 260/80!! OHOH...I took it again on the other arm, same reading.

I looked him over, nice looking man, a sprinkling of grey mixed in with the black hair, good strong features, the lines around his eyes were from a perpetual smile. Off with his shirt, I pressed my fingers into his abdomen. The white spot left by my fingers stayed. I had him remove his socks, there were the heavy telltale lines from the elastic, no doubt about it! Serious fluid retention was obvious.

I asked him about shortness of breath, he confirmed, describing it as "Like there is no air in it!" adding, "but I have been working long days, that's probably it!"

"Damn men!" I thought. "Always in denial!"

I listened to his heart, the sounds of struggle were clear as a bell. This man was near dying right in front of me and he had no idea at all!

The first step was to get the fluids out of him, and get his blood pressure down before a blood vessel let go! I had Pharmacy bring up some fast acting medicine, sorry, I can't name it here. It encourages urination, and often works quickly.

Then I called transport, and explained to Norman that I was going to put him in the hospital!

Now this was a bit of a shock to his system, he was just coming in for a usual checkup! He tried to argue but I would have none of it, finally I was right in his face telling him to listen to me and do what I told him to do!

He blinked and said, "Yes, M'am". Then he laughed, and I watched a beautiful smile come over his face.

The rest of my shift was uneventful, I cut out early and drove to the hospital to see Norman. That isn't the usual scenario, other staff takes care of problems that crop up in the HAP program, but I was curious about him.

He gave me that big smile as I stepped into his room. I looked at the monitors, blood pressure 160/80, much better! "What the hell did you give me, Doc?" he asked. "I peed for so long I was getting bored!"

I started to giggle at the way he said that, somehow it was hilarious! I reached down and slipped his gown down as he lay there, and pressed my fingers into his stomach. I was pleased to see the flesh spring back quickly. Then I noticed the bulge at his crotch and realized he was looking down the front of my blouse.

"Sorry!" I said for some reason, straightening up. I have no idea why, I sometimes do that with clients in my office, this was different.

"Hey, don't stop on my account!" he told me with a grin. I swear, I blushed all the way to my toes, I had just given Norman a clear shot at my nipples, which usually should excite me but for some reason, embarrassed me!

I checked his charts, the admitting had diagnosed his condition as Salt/preservatives allergy since the Kidney and Liver function tests all came back normal. Even his Cholestrol was normal.

So I left, the guy was going to be all right.

Now here he was, in my office again! I stepped in and said Hi, looking him up and down. "Remember me, Doc?" He asked. "I think you saved my life!"

"Well, maybe," I thought. "Yes, glad to see you looking good!" I told him.

I had him step behind the curtain and undress. He was sitting there in the skimpy gown as I stepped in. I ran his vitals, all normal, blood pressure 122/75, then slipped his gown up to check for Hernia. At the last checkup I had never gotten this far, the blood pressure issue was serious. So I was a bit surprised to suddenly realize that I had my hands on a set of the largest testicles I had ever felt! I have seen and felt literally hundreds, his were about halfway between a Large Chicken egg and a goose egg, I mean big!

He must have caught on to my surprise, he grinned but said nothing. I reached out and took his penis in my hand, it was nice and just over average, no sign of erection. Just for kicks since it had been quite awhile since I had touched or seen one, I gave the back side of the head a couple of light rubs with my thumb, pretending to "inspect."

It bounced a bit but that was all. I looked at it, nicely formed, about 5" in it's current state, not bad at all. I was leaning forwards a bit, I knew he could easily see the top of my titties. But the bra I was wearing that day wasn't really one of my flasher bras, so I couldn't get out of it easily. I was already beginning to regret that.

I had left the house feeling not the least bit horny, and here I was, my 2nd patient of the day, and I had that familar flushed feeling in my stomach. 

I realized suddenly that I was standing there with Norman's cock in my hand and I had been standing there way too long for it to be even close to appropriate!

I looked up at his face, so nice looking. I felt the first flood of moisture between my legs, I couldn't stop it, I couldn't hold back, I honest to god had a baby orgasm right then!

Norman just looked at me, that same look on his face, the expression didn't change but he knew! I released my grip on him, I had actually squeezed him as it hit me, and he had started to grow in my hand, out to a good 7" now.

"I am so sorry!" I managed to stammer, my shakey voice doing nothing to hide my sudden flush of embarrassment. "I don't know what came over me!"

Norman just grinned and said, "No Problem! You can do that anytime!" That just made me turn completely Scarlet, I took a deep breath.

I managed finally to compose myself, thinking "Damn, this guy has my number!"

"I need to do the Prostate exam." I told him, using my best bedside tone of voice, still having an inner struggle to control myself.

"Sure," he said, and slid off the edge of the table and turned around, opening his legs.

I pushed the gown up over him, looking at his nice smooth hairless buttocks. No way could I miss those huge testicles hanging down. I also noticed the sac had snugged up, and his erection was even larger.

I lubed up my gloved finger, and carefully inserted, pressing forwards against the gland. His cock pulsed with each motion, then ejected a small amount of clear fluid. "Nice and healthy," I thought, still fighting crazy visions and the almost overwhelming urge to reach out and grab him and shove his cock in my mouth, just bury myself in him!

I managed to withdraw, told him to get dressed, everything was fine, and rushed out of the office to the staff bathroom. I had my hands in my crotch before the door swung all the way closed, and was orgasming in throes. "What the hell is wrong with me?" I thought as my stomach churned.

I managed to get myself reasonably together, wiped myself clean and washed up. Norman was fully dressed, sitting on the edge of the table when I walked back in and handed him his charts.

He gave me that nice smile, I was relaxed now, I smiled back.

"I hope you won't think me forwards," he said. "But may I ask you to a nice dinner with me this evening?"

I started to mumble something about not dating patients, my mind was still not in check.

"I know you are widowed now, I am single too, what is the harm?" he said, with that same steady gaze.

I opened my mouth to say "Thank you, no!".

"OK!" came out.

We set a time, and he left with a soft, "Thanks!" 

I smiled and then it hit me! 

How did he know I was now a widow? 



Starting Over



Where do you go when you've lost everything, your employment, worldly possessions, reputation, and even your self-respect? 

Do you seek shelter and solace from an ex-wife, an ex-girlfriend or a best friend? Not if you have none of those.

Lack of time had prevented me from having more than a brief, passing relationship with the opposite sex, and marriage had never been a consideration. The friendships I had formed on my way to the top crumbled on my way down. My 'way to the top' took five years; my 'way down' took forty seconds. 

"Clifford, Mr. Siegel wants to see you in his office," Miss Gloria Fletcher whispered in my ear, backing away before I turned to question her. 

"Me?" I asked, whispering too. Miss Fletcher nodded.

Much later that night, I reflected on the ten seconds it took Miss Fletcher to whisper in my ear and the next thirty seconds it took me to walk past my fellow brokers. That's how it's done at Cutter, Crescent, and House; Miss Fletcher comes and whispers into your ear. I wondered if that was her only function in the company. Her presence on the floor was dreaded; her whisper in the ear was like the kiss of death; it announced to everyone that the broker being whispered to was being shown the door.

Mr. Siegel graciously handed my severance check to me and advised that I find another line of work, something outside the scrutiny of the Securities Exchange Commission.

I could have told him I had operated within company guidelines, but we both knew that wasn't exactly true. My methods had made the company a lot of money. Why couldn't he have let me off with a warning? That wasn't possible. The company was in trouble with the SEC and I was the scapegoat. Like I had seen many times before, I was out on my ear. 

Why hadn't I seen this coming and prepared for it? The money had been good, but my expensive tastes had put me in debt. If I could avoid my creditors, the small severance check would barely get me through the month,

In the next few days, I saw my car being towed away, my ATM cards voided, and the utilities in my apartment turned off. The final straw was when my cell phone stopped working. 

What to do? Where do you go when you've lost everything? You can't go home, can you?

My brother met me at the bus station. His handshake was powerful, making me recall the reason I had let my gym membership elapse; lack of time. 

"What brings you back to Millville, Cliff?" Dave asked as he tossed my expensive luggage in the back of his truck, next to a can of gasoline. Was that a tone of sarcasm in his voice?

"Sorry I didn't make it to your wedding, Dave," I apologized, avoiding his question.

"That's okay. We understood you were busy. Say, that was a nice gift you sent."

I remembered asking the department secretary to shop for the gift, but she didn't tell me what she had selected for my brother and his new wife. What was the bride's name, anyway? Did I know her?

"I hear you had a kid!"

"It wasn't me. Tracy did all the work," Dave laughed, before adding, "Jerry's learning to crawl."

Dave is three years older than me and has always been my biggest supporter. When it came time for college he elected to stay at home and work, telling the folks to send me instead. At thirty-one, he looked fit and contented.

"Marriage seems to agree with you," I commented. 

"We'll have you over as soon as you get settled. Tracy's dying to meet you and you'll get a kick out of Jerry. He's at the age when kids begin to recognize the difference between their uncle and the dog." 

We were driving through our old neighborhood and Dave filled me in on the changes that had taken place. "The Petersons added on right before he got transferred to Cleveland. A couple named Newman moved in. You must remember the Harrison family? I'm still cutting their grass after all these years."

Dave and I started a landscaping business when we were young. He stuck with it; I went to college.

"How's business?" I asked, to be courteous. 

"Couldn't be better, I keep three crews busy and that's mainly cutting grass, but the real money is in landscape design, stone walls, walks, arbors, that sort of thing. I'm doing more and more in Brentwood. Those people don't mind spending real money on a quality job."

"That's great, Dave. I'm glad you've got everything going your way."

We were pulling into the drive at our parent's house. 

"What brings you to Millville? You didn't say." 

If there was anyone I could level with, it was Dave. He was not only my older brother; he was probably my best friend in the world right now. "I'm between jobs, Dave. I decided to take some time to recharge my batteries and the old home town seemed a good place to do it."

He was handing me my luggage. I didn't expect him to carry it into the house but... "Aren't you coming inside?"

"We're a man short today. I've got to get back to work," he shouted, already backing his truck out of the drive. "Welcome home, Cliff, we'll be in touch."

That's the last I saw of Dave for three days. Was he staying away to let me get adjusted? Or had he surmised that I was going to be between jobs for a long time and was here to sponge off mom and dad until I could find a way to resurface in another city, under an assumed name?

Mom and Dad welcomed me with open arms, keeping their curiosity to themselves. Mom's question, "how long can you stay with us, Honey?" was the nearest they got to what you would call meddling. 

"As long as you can put up with me," I answered, jokingly. 

My brother brought his family over on Saturday night to meet the black sheep, me. I was a little relieved when it became apparent that I didn't know Tracy. She had moved to town a few years after I left. The kid was alert, but when they left, I didn't expect him to recognize me the next time we met. 

I walked around to reacquaint myself with the town. Millville, as the name would imply, was located on a river that powered the machinery back in the days when fabric was produced there. The town had been a thriving community until the production of wool and cotton moved south and the mills stood empty. The town's population decreased steadily over the next century and some of the mill buildings were torn down. The town was all but forgotten when the company that employed my dad decided to move its electronics business into one of the mill buildings. That was twenty-five years ago and my dad still works for the same company. Other companies have followed suit, and that brought more people to our little town, more lawns for Dave to maintain. 

After two weeks at home, I was becoming bored. The town was smaller than I remembered, and the people who recognized me, while friendly, had nothing in common with me. 

One thing that set me off from the townspeople was my clothes. Three piece suits and Italian shoes just didn't fit in Millville. I had nothing else to wear, so I stopped going for walks. I began to feel sorry for myself.

And then the first of several telephone calls interrupted my already troubled existence. One of the credit card companies had found me; I put them off, but when the third call came for me, my parents suggested that I move to the basement. 

Eventually they found out who was calling. "How bad is it, Cliff?" they wanted to know.

"In numbers, or the toll it's taking on my stomach? Are you asking how much I'm in debt, or how near I am to taking my own life?"

Dad and Mom handled this the same way they handled any family crisis. Downstairs bath clogged; call Dave. Car won't start; call Dave. Checkbook won't balance; call Dave. Number two son considering suicide; call Dave.

Big brother arrived, and when he asked, 'how bad is it?' I was forced to spell it out for him. Dave and I talked until midnight. Well, he did most of the talking, asking questions, which I willingly answered. He didn't criticize my behavior, although I'm sure he would have liked to beat some sense into me. It was good to have someone to pour my heart out to.

"Be ready at seven AM. We'll have breakfast," he said as he was leaving. 

I agreed to have breakfast with him, although I can't remember the last time I ate anything that early. What else was there to talk about? I had told him everything. Wasn't he supposed to offer some suggestions?

"You're early," I complained, when he shook me the next morning. It was ten minutes before seven.

"Put these on," he said, throwing a shirt and pair of short pants on the bed. The shirt had 'Dave's Landscaping Service' on the back.

"I'm not..."

"Wear your fancy running shoes. I'll wait in the truck."

I didn't like this one bit. Landscaping with my brother was one of the reasons I had applied myself in college. This was his answer to my problems? Besides, his pants didn't fit me. 

That was the second of May, two summers ago. By June, I had lost ten pounds and was working full time with Jesus. He was the boss of our two-man crew, but since he didn't have a driver's license, driving the truck fell to me. In July, when the immigration authorities caught up with Jesus, I was given a college kid as the second member of my crew. 

Duane wasn't exactly a college kid yet. He was just out of high school and headed to college the third week of August. During the five weeks we worked together, we talked about college and girls, but nothing more personal. When he left for school, I considered us friends. He promised to write and tell me how he was doing in school. "Fuck school, tell me how you're doing with the girls," I joked.

"Will you still be here next summer?" Duane asked. "Maybe we can work together." 

"I don't think so, Duane."

I was putting out feelers, looking for a firm that would take me on as a rookie. Dave was sending my pay directly to the credit card companies and although it would take forever to pay them off, we were making a solid dent in what I owed. 

Landscaping had changed since Dave and I used to push our mowers down the block to mow the neighbors' lawns and wait around after we finished to be paid. For one thing, the mowing machines were much larger and a two-man crew required other equipment that filled a trailer and a truck to pull it from job to job. The lawns in Brentwood were larger than the old neighborhood and the customers were more particular about the impression their lawn made on their neighbors.

"You're doing great, Cliff," Dave complimented me, when I complained about having to work alone. I was working long hours, six days a week, and had no time for a personal life, not that my brother would give me any spending money to have one. 

"The housewives are the worst. They watch me out of their windows and come running out if they even think I'm getting too close to their shrubbery or flowerbeds."

"I haven't heard any complaints. The ladies may just want to come outside and admire your physique. The labor has been good for your body and you'll soon be free and clear of debt. I'm sorry you got yourself in debt, but having someone I can trust has been a blessing for me."

"Am I really that close to being out of debt?"

My brother never could keep anything from me. He grinned. "We're almost there. With the added hours, you'll be getting a weekly allowance and if you keep your customers happy, there'll be a nice bonus when the season is over."

I worked the long hours with a renewed pride, taking time to double check my work before leaving each job. Dave kept his word and one hundred dollars had not felt so 'fat' in my wallet for a very long time. 

When things slowed down, my hours were cut back to the point that I had time to reflect on the changes in my life. My pay was a fraction of what I had made in the stock market, but for the first time in years I was debt free. I asked a girl I knew out on a date.

Julie and I had been friends in high school. Like me, she had returned to Millville, moved back into her old room, and taken a job at the library. We went to a movie and for a pizza afterward.

"What happened to you, Cliff?"

I was seeing a new side of Julie, quite different from the reserved girl I knew back in high school. The old Julie would never have asked such a direct question.

"I climbed a tree and couldn't get back down. What happened to you, Julie?"

For a second, she stared at the floor before looking directly at me. "I got swept out to sea and barely survived a stormy marriage."

I liked being with her and we dated again, avoiding further discussion of the things we feared most, height and storms. 

"Why are your hands so rough, Cliff?"

It seemed natural to reach for her hand and I guess my hand did feel rough in hers. She had library hands, small and smooth. 

"My brother has me building a wall."

"Doesn't he supply gloves?"

"He does, but I don't wear them when I work with stone because I need to feel the weight and shape."

Julie frowned and ran her hand over the nicks and crannies created in my fingers by the stone's sharp edges. "It's getting too cold to go without gloves."

The wall I was building was shaping up nicely. Both Dave and the customer admired my work, saying I must have lain stone in a past life. I declined Dave's offer of help; preferring to work alone. To me, the wall was a work of art.

Julie invited me to Sunday dinner. I hesitated to accept until she assured me that it wasn't a 'meet-the-family' dinner. "I've been through one storm. You don't hear thunder, do you?"

Her father took me aside after the meal. "I hear you're a financial wizard, Cliff." 

"I'm no longer active, Sir," I answered, careful not to ruin his opinion of me; being called a financial wizard was almost as good as being praised for my wall building skill.

Mr. Lambert let the subject of finances drop and we talked about the weather. He mentioned that his company was requesting bids for snow plowing and I agreed to have Dave drop by his company to see him. 

Talking to Mr. Lambert was just like talking to his daughter, free and easy. My dates with Julie were always casual, usually a movie, followed by pizza or a drink in the local pub. She was fun to be with and we could talk about almost anything, except past relationships. As the weeks passed, our goodnight kisses became longer, but I didn't press her for more. I liked the way she reached for my hand in the movie theater or rubbed up against me while we were waiting to be seated at a restaurant.

"My dad's having trouble allocating his retirement funds," she said one night when we stopped for a drink. "I think he would like your advice."

"I'm completely out of the business, Julie. I haven't even looked at a trade journal in months."

"The company's changing their investment plan and he doesn't want to make a mistake, not this near to retirement."

"I guess I could look at the options as long as he understands that I can't advise him." It was the least I could do; Mr. Lambert had awarded his company's snow plowing contract to my brother.

"That will be sweet of you, Cliff." 

Julie had let her hair down, both literally and figuratively. Gone were the long 'library' braids and her tongue fought mine when we kissed goodnight. It was the middle of January and too cold to linger at her front door. Living at home had its disadvantages. 

All this changed the week after I consulted with Mr. Lambert regarding his retirement investments; it snowed. 

The snow set new records in Millville. We couldn't keep up with the downfall with pickup trucks and had to use Dave's dump truck with the bed full of sand for traction. He drove and I manned the cell phone, and I drove while he served as my guide. We operated that way on very little sleep for three days and nights, not daring to let the other one go out alone. 

During those three days and nights, Dave and I talked constantly, telling each other things about ourselves that we would never have revealed if it hadn't been for the fear of falling asleep at the wheel. 

I also got to know my sister. Tracy relayed calls from people needing plowing done, and we kept her up to date on our progress so she could prepare an invoice as soon as we finished a job. 

"Why was your phone busy, Clifford? Was that Julie calling again?"

"She's just trying to do her part by helping to keep us from falling asleep."

"Alright, how many jobs did you finish while talking to Julie?" Tracy asked, feigning irritation that Julie tied up the line so long. 

When the plowing was done, we had dozens of grateful customers, all vowing to use us for their landscaping needs in future.

Tracy gave me orders to send her husband home and for me to go home and get some sleep. "I'll ring Julie and let her know you're safely off the road."

It was six AM when I got home. My mother offered to make me something to eat, but all I wanted to do was go to bed. She and my dad must have left for work about seven. I was awakened by a tapping on the basement window. 

"What time is it?" I asked, as I opened the back door for Julie and noticed her slacks were covered with snow.

"It's my lunchtime. You didn't answer the front door," she said, already removing her boots and dropping them next to her coat.

Returning to bed was all I could think of. Why was she taking her slacks off? As sleep deprived as I was, I still couldn't help but notice her legs; they were bare and very shapely. Why was she following me downstairs? 

Almost mechanically, I got into bed and would have fallen back to sleep if it hadn't come to me that Julie was removing her sweater.

"I haven't shaved in three days."

"I don't care," Julie said, slipping her bra off. Was I dreaming? Her breasts were lovely.

"I haven't showered for a long time."

"I don't care," she said, as she added her panties to the stack of clothes and slipped in bed next to me. 

It wasn't a dream; I was wide awake. 

My parents came home and found Julie's coat, boots, and slacks in a puddle of melted snow. We woke up and made love for the second time before taking a much needed shower. 

While eating a late night supper, Julie admitted that she had hardly slept either. She called her parents to tell them she was going to stay the night with me. Our families couldn't have been more pleased that we had found each other.

When spring came, we hired more people and I was made supervisor because Dave was kept busy quoting new business. Duane was surprised to see me still working for my brother when he came home from college. I told him that I had changed my mind; "You can go home."



Starting Over



She's late again; well this was one part about being separated that I didn't miss. She's the one who made the appointment with the tax-man, she's the one who called me to say we had to be there, and now she's the one who's late. With Sara on my mind, I couldn't help but go back to that Saturday morning that sent my life into shambles. The night before I wanted to have sex with her but she said she was tired and turned me down. I tried to turn her on but to no avail, then I began begging like a little boy in a candy store, finally she got mad, said fine just do it, and then she turned over on her back and spread her legs. If she thought she could shame me into not doing it, she was wrong. I pulled off her panties, gave her a couple of licks to get her wet, and plunged my dick inside her.

The problem was that I'd become so worked up I came in seconds and now as we lay there in silence I knew she was angry with me. I tried to kiss her but she turned her head to avoid my lips then she pushed me off her, got up, and went to the bathroom. When she came back in, I tried to make amends, 

"Sweetie, just give me a minute and I'll be ready to go again..."

"I wouldn't want you to over exert yourself," she said, she grabbed her pillow and the blanket and headed into the other room. As for me, I lie there most of the night thinking not only about my lack of self-control but of the shameful way I had acted.

Saturday morning and I determined to be a new man, one my wife would be proud of and to show it I made pancakes for breakfast. When Sara came out, I could tell she was still upset but she did accept my good morning kiss. We sat, eating in silence then I put my fork down,

"Sara I want to apologize for last night, I'm really sorry..."

"Roger, how can you think a pancake and a god damn sorry will make up for what you did?" 

"I know dear but..."

"No you don't know, if you did you wouldn't keep doing this to me. That was exactly why I didn't want to fuck you last night, you get me all ready, and then you get yours and just leave me frustrated."

"Sara you are absolutely right and I am trying to do better."

"When will you tell me something I haven't heard before," she held her hand up to stop me from talking, and I watched the tears began to trickle out and down her cheeks. 

"Roger I can't take this anymore, I want you to move out." 

She grabbed her purse and as she headed for the door, she told me to be gone by the time she came back. I sat there in a daze, but not wanting to face her rage I packed my stuff from the bathroom, some underwear, and socks and whatever clothes I could fit into my gym bag then I left before she returned. I rented a room in one of those fleabag joints near Main Street because I was sure Sara and I would have things patched up soon. I called her all morning Sunday but she refused to pick up so I left her alone the rest of the day. 

Sara and I had met at work and in fact, we still worked together so I knew Monday would be strange but at least I'd see her and I hopped we'd be able to talk. When she wasn't at her desk, I went to look for her and soon I found her in the warehouse. I could see she was openly flirting with one of the bruisers who work there. She looked and saw me staring at her but that didn't stop her from giggling, then leaning over and whispering in his ear. I turned and fled the warehouse in shame. The next day was even worse for now he was at her desk and pawing her as if she were his plaything. I could see the whole office staring at me staring at them and I knew they would be laughing at me. This was all too humiliating and so I quit my job without a thought and left the office that day.

The next week she answered when I called and I told her I needed to stop by and pick up some of my clothes so I could go out job hunting. 

"Well about that, you see I talked the boss into giving Jack a chance at your old job and of course he had to dress nicer. The funny thing is even though he looks so much bigger than you do, he's still the same size so I just gave him you old things. I'm sorry, I just thought the way you left them here you didn't want them."

"Wait a minute, you mean this guy has my wife, my job, and all my clothes? What's he want next the heart out of my chest?" Then I slammed down the phone in disgust.

"Sorry I'm so late have you been waiting long?"

I looked up in surprise, I started to give her a snide answer but then thought the better of it, "No not for long," I lied. God she looked beautiful and so sexy in a low cut dress that I didn't remember ever seeing. I could feel my face turn red when she caught me ogling her cleavage but she made a joke about trying to get the tax- man to give us a break. 

As we left the office, Sara told me she'd walk me to my car and I had to tell her I'd sold it.

"Roger do you mean to tell me you still don't have a job?" I just sheepishly shook my head no. "Well come on I'll take you home."

In the car, she offered to buy me lunch and I didn't have enough pride left to turn her down. She stopped at a small bistro with al fresco dinning we use to go to, and as we sat down I mentioned how much I liked this place. Sara said she remembered but also because Jack hated the place was another reason for choosing it. We had a glass of wine and we chatted as we waited for our meals, then she put her hand on mine,

"So tell me about your love life, are you seeing anyone?"

"Are you kidding, with no car, and no money how do you think I could meet a woman who'd go out with me?"

"Do you remember Sue Ellen, I don't think she's seeing anyone, you want me to try and fix you up?"

There is a Sue Ellen in every office, too fat and too desperate to ever get a date, besides what I wasn't telling Sara was that I'd lost all confidence with women and was afraid to try intimacy with anyone even Sue Ellen. Mainly to chance the subject I blurted out,

"So how's your love life, is Jack everything you dreamed for in a man?"

"Well, he sure can fuck if that's what you mean. but if I can be honest here," she then took her hand off mine and put it in my knee, "When we're done he turns over and falls asleep and as I'm lying there in that afterglow sometimes I can't help but think of your soft tongue and how nice it felt between my legs." She began to laugh as she said, "You remember those mornings when I'd spread my legs and offer to fix you my special breakfast?"

"Are you kidding, your pussy for breakfast is the only thing you cook that I can eat."

Then with the worst timing possible the waiter showed up with our food and she stopped talking.

Back in her car after lunch, she said she had a box of my stuff that she forgot to bring with her and asked if it was all right if we stopped by her place on the way home. At her place, I don't know how we got from retrieving the box out of her bedroom to naked and in her bed but somehow I found my lips around her clit. I have no idea how many times she came but finally she pushed my head away, telling me her clit was now too sensitive to touch. I started get up, not wanting to spoil the moment with any thoughts on my pleasure but she stopped me and asked me to fuck her. I surprised both her and myself with how long I lasted and when she asked me about it I laughed and said that I'd been jacking off so much I must have lost some of my sensitivity.

As we lie beside each other, I remember thinking that the world really did care about me and then it all came crashing down when she said, 

"Roger I have to tell you, Jack is moving in with me next week..."

"That's great, just great, first this bastard gets my wife, then my job and my clothes and now he's getting my side of the bed to make it all complete."

"Come on honey don't be that way, it's just we can save money by only renting one place and we want to take a nice vacation next year."

Epilogue: 

After that day, my life just seemed to turn around as if by magic. A couple of days latter Sara called to say a friend of hers who worked at a rival firm had mentioned they had an opening and that she would put in a good word. I knew Georgia from a couple of parties and remembered her to be a wild open kind of woman who was always hitting on the single men in attendance. I not only got the job but a date with Georgia as well (OK I confess she asked me out)and in fact I guess you could say we now are going together.

Even better is, occasionally Sara will call me and offer to fix me her 'special breakfast' when Jack is away fishing or hunting or whatever he does. So what it comes down to is, my wife is now cuckolding her boyfriend with me, her husband and somehow, I think of this as justice.



Starting Over



Ann and I were married for a little over 53 year. Actually, it was 53 years, one month and two days. For the first 40 plus years, we each had our own careers and friends, but we spent our spare time together. That union produced three Wonderful sons and six beautiful grand children. We kept very busy.

Ever since we both retired, we spent almost every hour of our life together. We had been High School sweethearts. She was the first girl I ever kissed, let alone had sex with. We were both virgins on our wedding night. I can remember the combination of raw nerves and total excitement beyond words as we made love for the first time. Together we learned, loved, and built a wonderful life together...and then it was over in a flash!

Ann was killed, I say murdered, by a young hood that was high on something and behind the wheel of his daddy's big Lexus 460 Sedan. Ann was just leaving St. Michaels Church where she volunteered every Friday. The car tore recklessly out of the Bar's parking lot. She never saw him coming. 

I descended into a deep depression. Family and friends tried to console me but they had very little success. One person who refused to give up on me was Judy. Judy and her husband Dan had become dear friends with Ann and me. When Dan died, Ann and I were there for Judy. In the ensuing months, the three of us became even closer. We helped Judy. Now I was the one who needed the help. 

Ann and I loved Baseball games. One day, Judy told me that she just happened to have two great seats to our favorite team. After a lot of cajoling, I agreed to attend with her. It was like old times. I had a great time. 

One day, Judy called me and told me she needed a favor. "Sure," I said, "What can I do for you?" Judy said she didn't want to ask over the phone. Instead, she invited me to her home for dinner that night. Judy had all of Ann's recopies and she knew just what I liked. After dinner, we moved to the patio desert. Judy then broached the topic of her favor. She explained that she was the Class Reunion Committee Chairperson. Their 50th reunion was fast approaching. They had decided to have a dinner dance at a very expensive restaurant. "It will be semi formal..." She stumbled over her words. "And I was wondering. That is I would..." More hesitation. Finally the dam broke. "I need a date and I was wondering if you would agree to escort me to the dance?" I'm not certain, but I think she was trembling as the words spewed forth.

Well, what's a gentleman to do? Besides, I think Judy knows that I love to dance. "I would be honored to escort the beautiful and sexy chairman of the entire shindig!"

The Dinner dance went off perfectly. Judy's planning was exceptional. She looked stunning in her floor length formal. It was sort of like being at the senior prom with Ann. We danced almost every dance. One slow dance, as I held her in my arms, I couldn't believe how intoxicating her scent was. I was a little embarrassed when I realized I had the hardest erection I had experienced in years. I hoped Judy didn't notice it...or possibly, she did.

One day a week or so after the reunion, Judy called me. "I hope you're up for another favor!" she said. "I need your help again. Can you come over this evening? I have a new hobby to show you."

A few hours later, I knocked on Judy's door. She answered the door wearing a white cotton tee shirt and a pair of very tight white stretch pants. A white cotton robe completed her outfit. I had never seen these clothes before. 

She excitedly told me, "I'm taking a massage class at the Y! Come into the spare bedroom and take a look at my new table." She went on to tell me that the final exercise of the class was to give a massage to someone not associated with the class and to have them report on the experience. "I'm hoping you will be my subject."

Several thoughts raced through my mind. The first was the idea of her long slender fingers touching and caressing my body. The second was a concern. What if I got a woody from all of the stimulation? What would I be wearing? What was Judy wearing under that robe?

A gentle tug on my arm interrupted my reverie. "Please?" Then she batted her eyes and flashed that wonderful smile. "What's a guy to do? Of course, I said yes.

"How do we begin?" Judy indicated a dressing screen where I could hang up my clothes. "There are luxurious towels for your comfort. Get out of your clothes and climb on the table on your stomach. Throw a towel over your butt and then put your hands above your head and grab the handholds.

I'll get the oils I have warming in the kitchen."

Nervously, I slipped out of my shoes and socks. Next came my slacks and golf shirt. I hesitated at my briefs but finally slipped them off. I hadn't been naked with a woman since Ann died. I quickly banished the thought and climbed on to the table, on my stomach, with a towel discreetly covering my ass. "I'm ready, Judy", I called to her.

The first sensation of her approach was the delicious smell of eucalyptus. Then I heard Judy softly walking into the room. The smell grew stronger. My head was buried in a hold in the table, so I couldn't see too much. Fortunately, there was a mirror placed so I could see some of Judy's movements. She was holding a large bowl and waving a fan over its contents. 

"This is called incensing the body. It relaxes your muscles and prepares you for the rest of the massage."

Whatever was in that bowl, it was working on me. I was so relaxed I began to feel almost sleepy. I realized I was content for the first time in months. 

Judy moved to the head of the table. She began with my fingers. She would dip her hand into the oil, drizzle it over my skin and slowly and firmly caress it into me. I noticed that every so often, she would take some of the oil and caress her breasts and her vagina. Her clothes became transparent from the moisture. I could see her beautiful areolas and her erect nipples. I realized that I had been wondering how they looked, but until just now, I never admitted that to myself. My gaze drifted to her crotch. I was presented with the most beautiful camel toe I had ever seen. 

That little tease had shaved her pussy. The lips were beginning to open like a beautiful flower. Every time she touched herself, she pushed a little more fabric into her sex. I realized I had the biggest hardest erection that I had experienced in years. That's when I noticed the wonderful aroma. In addition to the eucalyptus, I noticed a distinct new smell. OMG, it's Judy. It had been a long time since I had noticed the scent of a woman other than Ann. I think every time Judy slid her finger along her gash, she released more of her pussy juice and also her delicious scent. My head was spinning even faster now. 

Judy moved to the foot of the table. Even though she was out of my line of sight, the memory of her tits and pussy was still vivid in my mind. My cock seemed to get harder every time Judy touched my skin.  

By now, Judy was working on my toes, then my feet and on to my legs. Wow, this woman certainly knew how to excite a man. She probed her hands under the towel, caressing my butt. She slipped a hand between my legs and toyed with my asshole. I heard someone moaning and then realized I was the one making those sounds. This was getting better and better. Judy pushed my legs apart and began to caress my balls and then finally, gently, she carefully brushed my cock. I thought I might cum right then.

"Jack, this is so beautiful. I've wondered what you would look like ever since Ann first told me what an expert lover you are." 

What? Me? An Expert lover! I'd never thought of myself like that. Now don't get me wrong. Almost every man want's to imagine that they are a great lover. But to be laying here being massaged by this gorgeous woman and being told that she's been told that I am a great lover. Wow, it's like a fantasy coming true. Between the aromas and the silky touching, and the music. Did I mention that Judy had turned on some slow romantic music?

"Time to turn over lover!" Judy tugged at the towel that had been covering my butt. "I don't think we need this anymore. Besides, it would just be in my way."

I managed to turn myself over and lay on my back. My cock was sticking straight up. Every time my heart beat, my cock would pulse. Judy acted as though this was no big deal. She moved to my head, leaned over, and began to massage my chest. Doing so, she positioned those magnificent tits right in from of my face. I couldn't help myself. I lifted my head and attempted to take one of those extended nipples into my mouth. All I got was a mouthful of soaked cotton.

"Here let me help you." Judy stepped back a bit and slowly lifted the hem of her top. She slowly pulled it up... up until it caught on her pendulous breasts. Then with a little more force, they both popped into view. The next thing I knew, she was back working on my chest and her bare-naked tits were hanging one on each side of my face. I turned my face to the right and one slipped into my mound. I lovingly caressed it with my tongue. At the same time, I gently closed my lips around it and sucked it s deep into my mouth as I could. I repeated this several times with each breast. Was it my imagination? Was Judy beginning to breath harder?

"Oh lover, that feels marvelous, but I need to move to do your legs." Judy stood up and moved to the foot of the table. As she did, she never completely lost contact with my body. As she moved along the table, she moved her hands down my chest, across my abdomen and paused briefly to give my cock a squeeze. Then she positioned herself at my feet. 

Judy worked my toes, my feet, my calves, and finally my thighs. Again, I was in heaven. This was so relaxing but at the same time so sexually exciting. I had never experienced anything like this in my entire life.

Judy stopped and dipped below the table. I couldn't see her. "I have one special technique that I haven't tried out for years. Now seem the right time to expose it." With that, Judy popped up crawled on the table with one leg on each side of my legs. She had slipped off her pants. Now we were both naked.

She crawled up the table and brought her mouth close to mine. "Oh Jack, I hope you are enjoying my ministrations!" She almost whispered. I took her face in my hands and pulled it even closer. I opened my mouth and slid my tongue into hers. Then I wrapped her in my arms and held her as tight as I could. Judy responded by wrapping her arms around my head and sliding her pussy up and down my cock. Her tongue and mine licking each other probing to our very souls. I lost track on how long we stayed in that erotic embrace.

Without breaking the embrace, Judy raised her pelvis. Positioned her pussy expertly over my cock. In one motion, she slid herself balls deep onto my cock. OMFG! I was driven by the pleasure into another world. My breath was coming in short gasps. But the very best part was Judy's reaction.

"Oh yes! Oh, this is so good. I needed this for so long. Oh Lover, Jack, fuck me. Please fuck me. Make me come. I want to feel you shoot inside my body. I want us to both come.

With that encouragement, we both increased the pace of our thrusts. We were both moaning with pleasure now. Faster. Faster. Harder. I grabbed her ass and slid one finger in her anus. She shrieked with the pleasure. I could feel my cum getting closer. I had to control it. I wanted this expert lover to come first.

I wrapped my arms around Judy's but and in one motion moved my legs to the floor. I turned around and gently laid her back on the table. I reluctantly let my cock slip out of her cunt and moved between her legs. I positioned my mouth at her sex. I began to lick her outside lips then sucked her clit into my mouth and lashed it with my tongue.

"Oh fuck Jack. That feels fantastic. Don't stop, oh please don't stop! Oh fuck, I'm CCCCCCCCCCUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNG." Judy arched her back, driving her clit harder against my mouth. Her body went stiff. I'm not certain, but she may have briefly passed out.

After a few minutes, she finally relaxed. "Oh Jack, Lover, that was the best cum I've ever felt. I never imagined it could be this good." As she relaxed the vise hold that her legs had on my head, I slid my body over hers. We embraced in a series of passionate and deep French kisses. As I moved higher on her torso, my raging hard on came into contact with her cunt. It was now wide open. It was shinny and dripping with a combination of her fluids and my saliva. As I flexed my hips, my cock slid seductively along her gash.

"Oh Jack, please fuck me again. I want to see the look of lust on your face as you shoot your hot cum deep in my womb!" Judy dropped her arms off the table. Her legs splayed open. She was totally open to me. She was offering her very soul to me for the taking. I raised up on to my arms. One hand steadied my position while the other one went to her clit. I took it between my thumb and fore finger and massaged it. Judy began to thrash her head from side to side. "Oh Jack, don't tease me! I need to feel that beautiful hard cock deep in my pussy.

I flexed my hips so that the tip of my cock was right at the entrance to her sex. Judy's pace quickened. "Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck, you feel so big and hard." I began to slowly slide my cock deeper into her pussy. Then I stopped and pulled it back out. "Oh Noooooooooooo. Don't take it out. I want it deeper. I want it as deep as you can force it in my body. Please, I'm begging for your cock.

With that, I began a series of thrusts forcing my cock into Judy's wet, open pussy. The feeling was fantastic. Here this beautiful woman was giving herself totally to me. The sight of her lying under me combined with all of the scents of the oil and both our bodies was overwhelming. I began to thrust as hard and as fast as I could. My arms began to ache from the strain. I could tell that my cock was ready to explode. "Oh Judy, I am so close. I'm almost ready to cum!"

Judy opened her eyes and look directly into mine. "Yes, lover, cum for me. I want to see the expression of pure pleasure on your face as you shoot."

My toes curled and my legs went taunt. And then it happened I began to shoot jet after jet of hot cum deep into her body. The release was accompanied by wave after wave of intense pleasure. I shouted out, "Oh fuck I'm Cumming!"

Judy got this big smile on her face. "Yes lover I can see that you are...and so am I!!" With that Judy wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled my cock as deep into her body as it would go. Every time my cock jerked, Judy's arms, legs, and cunt flexed against me. Wow, this woman really knows how to please man. I should say this woman really knows how to fuck.

To be continues...(If there is approval and interest. ) Let me know what you think!

Thanks HOM1954 (Jack)



Starting Over



It's been two months now since I became single again for the first time in thirteen years. The transition hasn't been the easiest of processes, but, life goes on as I keep getting told and I need to move on for the sake of my own sanity.

So, with this in mind, I hit the good old 'net and scoured a few swingers and singles sites. I'm not really looking for dating as such, but I do need someone to help relieve my frustration. The trouble with all of these sites is that the ratio of women to men is about 1:5 so the women are, as always, in the driving seat. Anyhow, after a week or two of sending messages to likely candidates, I finally arranged to meet with Rowena at a quiet pub just outside town.

Prior to meeting, we had exchanged messages and spoken on the phone and she had told me that she's quite dominant and that suited me as I am keen to further explore my sub side. I had only seen a photo of her face before meeting but, on her instruction, I had sent her a good few photos of my body, so she knew exactly what she was getting. Thus, it wasn't without some anxiety that I looked forward to us meeting.

I parked my car in the pub car park and walked into the garden. It was five in the afternoon and the weather was pleasant for late September and there was no mistaking the shock of red hair that my eye was drawn to as I scanned the tables. Of the eight or so tables in the garden, only four were occupied and Rowena had chosen one well away from the occupied ones. I took a second to view her form from behind before approaching her. She was dressed in a simple white blouse, slender shoulders tapering to an even more slender waist. Below the waist was a black skirt, pulled taut across her buttocks as she sat on the bench. I approached and she turned to look up at me, smiling and squinting against the low sun.

"Rowena?" I asked, smiling back to her

"Leigh?" She replied

I was pleased that the photo she had sent me was a recent one and I wasn't disappointed, her red lips returned quickly to the familiar pout that I had become accustomed to from her picture. Her green eyes were gently creased at the edges and, as I looked down, I could see an impressive cleavage between the unbuttoned fabric of her blouse.

"Take your glasses off please, I want to see your eyes." She said, firmly.

Without hesitation, I removed the dark Oakley's from my face and slid them into the pocket of my shirt.

"Can I get you a drink?" I asked

"No, thankyou. But you can get some ice in this one." A hint of a smile.

She handed me her glass, looked like coke, and I noticed the bright red lipstick around the rim. I walked into the bar and had the girl behind the counter put some ice in Rowena's coke, ordering a second one for myself. I paid and returned to the garden, placing the glasses on the table and moving to take a seat opposite Rowena.

"Sit here." She patted the bench beside her. "Now," she continued as I sat as instructed "have you done as I asked?"

I thought back to her email, confirming our meet, where she had instructed me to make sure that I was freshly shaved and I was to wear nothing beneath my jeans. Those jeans were also to be zip fly and not buttons.

"Of course," I replied, starting to feel a little nervous.

"Good, I will be checking shortly." She didn't look at me as she took a sip from her glass, leaving more lipstick on the rim.

We spent the next half hour chatting, just the usual getting-to-know-you chit chat, during which I was aware that she was slowly shifting closer to me. After ten to fifteen minutes, I could feel her thigh pressing against mine. The chat got a little more sexy at that point and we discussed boundaries and what I would or would be prepared to do -- I was offering to be her sub after all. I told her that I couldn't think of anything off the top of my head that was off limits, a comment which raised a wry smile from her blood red lips.

"So, anything goes?" She asked, her right hand dropping beneath the table and resting on my thigh.

"Anything." I stated, sounding more confident than I felt, although my cock was beginning to stir, both as a result of her hand being in close proximity and in anticipation of what might be to come. I nervously looked around the garden as I felt her finger tips trace the outline of my stiffening member through the thick material of my jeans. I noticed that two of the tables had now been vacated, leaving a table of three men and a woman in office clothes directly in front of us about ten yards away. The other table, slightly further away to our half right was taken by a couple in their mid to late twenties, deep in conversation, gazing intently at each other.

I felt the zip of my fly being dragged down and the cool air rush into the opening. I'm fairly sure I gasped out loud as I felt the breeze against the sensitive and now exposed flesh of my semi erect penis. I wondered if I might be now visible to the table opposite as I felt Rowena's fingers slip into the open fly of my jeans, her warm fingers closing around my cock and fully pulling it free of its denim enclosure. I looked at her and saw her smirk as her fingers slid back inside, cupping the smooth skin of my scrotum.

"Very good" She smiled, dragging her fingernails across the soft skin, careful to pull my balls outside of my fly as she removed her hand.

I was now getting more nervous, sitting in a public garden, with other people present, my cock and balls exposed to anyone who happened to glance in the right direction. I was excited, but aware that this could go very horribly wrong at any moment. Rowena's hand came back above the table, closing around the glass of coke in front of her. I was unsure what to do now, sitting there, exposed, should I zip up? Should I just take a drink as though nothing was going on? I moved my hand, I figured the best thing to do would be to at least cover up.

"No." She said firmly, you will keep your hands above the table.

She spoke a little too loud for my liking and I noticed the office woman looking round at us, I hoped that the table top was blocking her view and I convinced myself that it was.

Rowena reached into her handbag and retrieved a pack of cigarettes, taking one from the packet and offering them to me. I took one and placed it between my lips. Going back to her bag, she got out her lighter and turned to me as if to light me up. She purposely dropped the lighter on the ground between us, it fell silently into the grass beside my feet. I went to pick it up, but was stopped by Rowena's hand on my arm. She shifted herself away from me and bent down, her head and shoulders dipping below the table. As she felt for the lighter, I felt her warm mouth fully engulf my exposed cock, making me gasp aloud once more. I quickly looked around as Rowena's head bobbed twice on my now fully hard shaft, her tongue swirling around the head. The woman opposite now was in no doubt about what was happening, I watched as she dipped her head to see under our table, nudging her colleague beside her. I'd be very surprised if I didn't blush at this point.

Rowena returned to the upright position, firmly clasping the fallen lighter in her hand. She lit her and my cigarettes as cool as ice. I took a long draw and exhaled slowly, catching the glance of the woman opposite, relieved to see her smile knowingly rather than reaching for a phone to call the police. Rowena took a draw on her cigarette, held elegantly between fore and index fingers, the smoke being exhaled through those beautiful lips. I looked down, she'd left a ring of bright red around the base of my now softening penis. My penis which was now glistening from her saliva in the fading sunlight.

"Now, you can taste me." Rowena stated, seemingly locking eyes with the woman at the next table. "You can put your fingers in me and then I want to watch you lick them clean." She turned her head to me slowly.

I complied again, my left hand dropping below the table, her legs parted gently as I ran my finger tips along her stocking clad thigh. I felt the lacy top of her hold-ups and beyond it, the soft, warm flesh of her thigh. I slowly let my fingers wander higher, not wishing to rush this experience, the heat from her groin increasing as I got closer to the top of her leg. I smoked nonchalantly as my fingers brushed against the damp lips of her soft, freshly shaved pussy. Her thighs parted further to give me greater access, I could see the woman opposite adjusting her position to be able to see what was going on as I turned my wrist, slipping two fingers deep inside her. She was very wet and the heat felt as though it would burn me. I saw her eyes roll in her head as I pumped my fingers deep into the gluey wetness of her cunt, parting them slowly to open her as I withdrew. A little self-consciously, I lifted my fingers to my mouth and licked them clean, the office woman now staring open mouthed. She saw me looking and blushed, looking away quickly, engaging herself back into the conversation at her own table. 

I was aware that I was rapidly stiffening again, the initial embarrassment now turning firmly to excitement. I had always been turned on by the idea of outdoor games, but always imagined that it would be somewhere slightly more private. I was relieved to see the younger couple to our right get up to leave, the audience was reducing. 

"I think we need more drinks." Rowena whispered, "Perhaps you should make yourself decent before you go though."

She let me struggle to get my hard on back into my trousers, careful not to catch the zip on anything important as I dressed myself before standing up. The office woman grinned at me as I passed her table, heading into the building and the bar. I looked at my watch as I got to the door, it was now gone six pm and the light was fading quickly. It would be fully dark in another hour, god knows what she had in mind for then. As I returned from the bar, I noticed that the office workers had departed, leaving us alone in the garden, now the only risk would be if anyone else arrived and decided to sit outside or, if anyone came out from the bar to smoke. I looked over to Rowena, she held her hand up for me to stop and then motioned that I should unzip before walking back to the table. I thought briefly about her instruction, quickly looking around to make sure that there really was nobody else in the garden with us. Two cars moved away from the car park as I placed the two glasses on an adjacent wall. Taking a deep breath, I lowered the zip of my jeans and looked again to Rowena. She mimed taking myself out of my fly again and I shook my head in disbelief, but complied nonetheless. So there I was, stood in the garden of the pub, the lights on the wall illuminated above me, clearly visible to anyone in the garden or car park. As I looked beyond the car park, I noticed that I was also clearly visible to anyone on the main road. I dismissed this as the traffic was moving very quickly and it's unlikely that anyone who did see would actually have the time to register exactly what they were seeing. And that was a man, carrying two glasses, with his knob hanging out. On a Wednesday.

As I got back to the table, before I could sit down, Rowena grabbed my now completely flaccid penis and sucked it deep into her mouth, her tongue licking my balls as she easily accommodated my deflated length. Of course, being deep in her hot, wet mouth, it didn't stay deflated for long, I didn't have chance to put the glasses on the table, she grabbed my ass in both hands and moved my hips for me, fucking me with her mouth, taking my now rock hard cock deep into her throat at each stroke. I threw my head back and closed my eyes in ecstasy as she fellated me, her saliva running freely down my balls, I wouldn't be able to handle much more of this. I was trying hard not to spill any of the drinks I still held, I was aware that my legs were now trembling as her pace increased, my cock growing ever harder in her welcoming mouth. She moved her head back, concentrating on the head of my cock, one hand cupped and gently squeezed my balls, the other dropped to her blouse, unbuttoning it all the way. I watched, transfixed as she opened her blouse, reaching under it to scoop her breasts from her black, lacy bra. Her tits were perfectly round, a good C cup I would suggest, she teased each of her nipples to full erection as she continued sucking hard on the head of my cock. I felt her hand reach deeper into the fly of my jeans, her finger probing beyond my scrotum, picking up some of her saliva on the way. She drew me deep into her mouth once more as I felt her finger gently, but insistently penetrate me. She slowly pushed it deeper inside me, her throat constricting around the head of my cock as I felt her first knuckle pass through my sphincter. She was humming softly as the second knuckle entered, the vibrations of her throat transmitting to my ready-to-burst cock.

I felt the air on my wet cock as she backed off, looking up at me as her spare hand closed around my shaft. Our eyes locked as she wanked me, her saliva the lubricant as her hand squeezed and ran the length of my shaft. Her finger fucked me slowly and deeply in time with her hand. I was looking into her eyes, looking at her tits, concentrating on the sensations emanating from my groin and I knew then that I was not going to be able to do anything about this. She felt my cock twitch, felt my ass squeeze her intruding finger and, with a final long stroke of my cock, I erupted onto her waiting chest. She continued fucking me slowly, continued stroking my cock, milking every drop of semen from me onto her perfect tits. I couldn't stop my legs shaking, I dropped both glasses onto the grass either side of my feet. My whole body shuddering and bucking at her touch as she milked stream after stream of cum from my balls, spattering the pale skin of her breasts.

When she was satisfied that there was no more, she let go of my cock, wiping a stray blob of cum onto my leg and then withdrew her finger from my ass. I watched in amazement as she adjusted her cum covered tits back into her bra and buttoned up her blouse. My semen immediately seeping through, creating wet patches across her chest. As I put myself away, I noticed a car in the car park, the driver's seat occupied, something that I hadn't seen earlier. Office woman was readjusting her clothing, her eyes reduced to narrow, lust filled slits as she fired the engine and drove quickly out towards the main road.



Starting Over



Mila sat in the passenger seat of her Ford Escape with tears in her eyes. Her dad had just driven her 6 hours from the college she had been attending back to La Jolla, California, aka, home. She was back home with no college degree, no boyfriend...just an emotional wreck. 

Her dad, Taylor, reached over and put a comforting hand on her upper thigh, right under where her short shorts stopped. "It's going to be okay, mi Mila." He rubbed his hand soothingly up and down her upper inner thigh. "Daddy is looking forward to having you home." He grinned over at her and she couldn't help but preen a little in her seat.

Mila's outfit was something that her boyfriend, Jack - now EX-boyfriend, wouldn't have approved of. The shorts were tiny and with no panties on, you could occasionally see flashes of Mila's pink pussy, depending on how she moved. Her top was pretty tiny as well... it was really an old t-shirt that she had cut up, turning it into a crop top; making it end a couple of inches under her large DD breasts. She had cut out the neckline of the t-shirt, making it a deep V-neck, showing off her lovely breasts. The arm holes were cut large, giving peeks of side boob and nipple. She had no bra on, as was her custom - she hated them. The outfit was a little over the top but Mila didn't care. After two years of being suppressed by Jack, she felt free in a way she hadn't felt in a long time. 

"That's the only good thing about this shitty situation, Daddy... I get to spend more time with you." Mila leaned over and kissed her dad on his cheek. This caused one of her breasts to fall out the side armhole and caused her dad's hand to travel higher up her thigh, bumping into her covered pussy. Mila settled back into her seat, but didn't bother covering up. She had secret hopes for her time at home. Hopes that involved she and her dad furthering their relationship.

Mila purposefully spread her legs and her dad's hand slid into the leg hole of her shorts and on her pussy. His hand stilled and then moved, his fingers touching her pussy lips, between her lips. When they grazed her clit, Mila couldn't hold back the whimper as electricity shot through her body. 

At her sound, her dad's hand stilled. "Don't stop, Daddy," Mila whispered. Her hands pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her gloriously topless with her big boobs bouncing about. She grabbed her nipples and played with them, looking at her dad's hand between her legs. "Make me feel better, Daddy, please?"

Taylor, unable to deny his little girl anything, started moving his fingers again. It was a little tight maneuvering so Mila lifted her hips and pulled her shorts off. She tossed the shorts on the floor and slumped down in her heat with her legs spread wide.

Taylor returned his hand to his daughter's pussy and resumed his light touches. He familiarized himself with her outer lips, inner lips and finally her clit. She bucked her hips up when he touched her clit, a breathy sound escaping her lips. 

Finally Taylor moved his fingers down and found his daughter's hole. He slowly inserted a finger in her pussy, groaning at the sensation and the wonderful squishy sound it made. He swirled the finger in her before pulling it out and jamming it back in. He added another finger to her pussy, marveling at the tightness of her young pussy. "Mi Mila, you feel so good." He thrust his fingers in and out until she was writhing in the passenger seat, her breasts heaving as she breathed heavily. 

"I'm gonna come, daddy," Mila groaned. Her fingers pulled hard on her nipples as she moved her hips in time with her dad's fingers. 

Taylor worked another finger in his little girl's pussy, making it three fingers he was thrusting in and out. Her silky walls and sweet wetness had him hard as a rock. But this wasn't about him, this was about his Mila and he was willing to do whatever it took to make her feel good. 

"Harder, daddy. A little harder," Mila gasped, her back arching in response to his fingers. She shifted a little more sideways so he would have a better angle to go deeper.

And deeper he did. Mila's pussy sucked up his fingers, pulling them deep into his little girl. She screamed her pleasure and her pussy constricted as she let go, her juices spilling out over his hand. Taylor continued pumping his fingers in and out of her as she shuddered around him. 

Mila collapsed back into her seat, her legs spread wide, her breasts jiggling as she tried to slow down her breathing. Taylor gently removed his fingers from her pussy and nearly came when he saw her glistening pink pussy wide open from his fingers. He couldn't resist rubbing her pussy some more - he had a feeling that he would be addicted to his daughter's gorgeous silky walls. 

"Thank you, daddy." Mila smiled at him, her smile blissful and dazed. She couldn't believe what had transpired and if this was the only thing she had to look forward to, it was a hell of a thing.



Starting Over



Disclaimer: This is work of fiction. If you are offended by sexually explicit material, or, are under the age of 18 years, read no further. No part of this material can be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without the express permission of the author.  

Prologue 

Chapter 1

Sophie breathed a sigh of relief as she heard Jack close the front door, and listened as David's Mustang roared off down the track toward the main road. It had been a long three weeks, but now they had the house to themselves and she and Jack had a lot of catching up to do. Sophie heard Jack down in the kitchen tidying away David's breakfast dishes. She stretched languidly across the middle of their big bed. It was still early, too early for the domestic routines that always followed his infrequent visits. She got out of bed and stretched, catching sight of herself in the full-length mirror. Her 5 foot 4 inch, latino, dusky-skinned body was looking pretty damn good, she thought, as she went through some limbering up exercises. Her waist was trim, her small breasts well rounded and pert, and her ass as firm as ever, the cheeks split by a flimsy,almost not there thong . She picked up her kimono, pulled it on and went back to bed.

Jack came back up the stairs carrying two cups of coffee.

"Morning, hon," he said as he placed the coffees on the night table.

"Morning," she replied. 

She pushed herself up into a sitting position. He sat on the side of the bed beside her and she leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was returned passionately, his tongue probing deeply into her mouth. Sophie broke off and pushed him gently away and picked up her coffee. It was good and strong and hot, and went a long way to easing that slightly fuzzy feeling brought on by last night's going away party. She looked across at Jack as he went over the en-suite bathroom and listened as he brushed his teeth. Sophie watched him come out of the bathroom, wrapping his dressing gown around his lithe athletic body and crossed to the bed. He was incredibly attractive and made no effort to hide it. She recognised that 'You know what I want and I know what you want' smile, but quickly arose, slipping teasingly out of his reach.

Sophie entered the shower, slowly removing the kimono wrap and letting it fall to the floor. She was intensely aware that her husband's eyes were following her every move. With a sly smile in his direction, she taunted him by bending forward from the hips and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the thong, presenting her neat bum to his gaze, knowing that this would cause his prick to harden. Sophie was in love with Jack, but she lusted after his long, thick cock. She shimmied her butt as she stepped out of the thong and remained bent from the hips, stealing a glance behind her to see if this was having the desired effect on Jack. Sure enough, Jack's dressing gown showed a distinct bulge and she knew that if she didn't get into the shower soon he would discard it and take her there and then, bending over the shower stall. A second glance turned into a prolonged look when she realised that he had opened the gown and was gently stroking his erection, bringing it to the full hardness she loved. 

"More than enough to fill me", she thought. To prolong the tease she slid a hand between her legs and ran a fingernail down the crack of her ass cheeks. The knowledge that she was turning Jack on was also turning her on. She realised that she was becoming wet and could feel the moisture on her fingers as she moved her hand to and fro along her ass. With a smile she transferred some of her pussy juices to her fingers, and moved her hand to her smooth ass-hole which reacted as she knew it would, immediately relaxing, allowing her probing fingers to pass beyond the sphincter muscle and into the hot, dark recess. One, two and then three fingers disappeared into her ass. With a moan, she realigned her fingersand slid them slowly deeper as the juices continued to flow from her soaking pussy. Her sphincter was now fully relaxed and the fourth finger went in and joined the others with ease. Full on anal sex was nothing new to Sophie. She and Jack had indulged in this from the start, when Sophie had had a particularly heavy period and was desperately in need of a fuck. At that time she and Jack were anal virgins, but her need was so great that when she pushed her ass at his prick he needed no second bidding. The memory of that first time stimulated her further and she moved her hand a little more quickly as she became more and more turned on. This wasn't masturbation, Sophie realised, she was actively, wantonly fucking herself in the ass.

Still bent at the waist she turned slightly and bent even further, thus displaying to Jack all that she was doing to herself. With a start she realised that Jack had quietly crossed the room and had moved their camcorder onto a nearby table. The camcorder was attached to the TV and now was reproducing her finger fucking in close up detail. Jack was back on their big bed, his dressing gown cast aside and was working hard on his cock which by now was as big as she had ever seen it; fully erect, towering away from his lower belly, looking for all the world like a purple headed missile about to take flight. The mushroom head was engorged seemingly to the point of bursting and she noted with pleasure that he had forced on one of the smaller cock-rings she had bought for him and the rest of his prick was rapidly swelling, leaking pre-cum like a dripping tap. The sight of Jack alternately stroking and then quickly gripping and working his cock hard, combined with the live action replay on the TV was more than enough to push Sophie to the edge of orgasm, her clitoris screaming for attention. Her free hand, which she had been using to keep some semblance of balance, moved to her sopping smooth pussy and she inserted three fingers harshly,using her thumb to massage her aching clit. The sensations peaked and With a loud shriek she came hard, falling to her knees and tumbling into a black void where every sense was multiplied ten-fold. When she regained her composure she realised that Jack had also climaxed the trail of cum that was now streaked across the bedroom floor telling it's own story. 

When she was at last able to stand, Sophie crossed to the washbasin. An evil thought ran through her mind. Fuck the shower, she thought as she washed her hands and then leaned over to wash her pussy and her ass-hole, she looked up and saw her reflection in the mirror. She was flushed, hot and, she realised, still incredibly horny. This fitted in very nicely with the plan that was beginning to take shape in her mind. She became aware that Jack had moved in behind her. 

"That was the most fantastic sight I have ever seen " he said, "the sight of you fucking yourself was just unbelievable". 

Quietly, he took a soft towel off the heated towel-rail and draped it around her lower body, gently patting dry the recently washed areas. Sophie took his hand and led him to the bed. An early end to their activities did not form part of her plan and she realised she would have to rethink a part of it if she was to be successful. She smiled to herself as she thought of a way. Just a few well-chosen words would suffice and she could leave the rest to his imagination....

Chapter 2 (in which the tease continues and leads to its wanted conclusion).

Sophie sat quietly for a moment and then said with a smile, "Jack, you ain't seen nuthin' yet, I want you to use some of that new massge oil around my pussy and asshole". Jack moved to Sophie's dressing table and removed the oil from the top drawer. He returned to the bed and then as if remebering something, went into the en-suite shower room and came back with a jug of hot water. He dropped the tube into the jug and allowed it a couple of minutes to warm up. Having taken the now warmed tube from the jug, he removed the domed top and squeezed a small amount into the palm of his right hand. 

"Roll over, hon," he said quietly in the deep husky voice that Sophie recognised as meaning that Jack was becoming increasingly turned on. She did as she was asked and turned onto her tummy, presenting the twin globes of her ass to his gaze. Jack's cock began to re-assume it's fully erect state and the small, tight cock ring began to tighten it's grip. Sophie felt the warm oil at the base of her spine as Jack allowed it to trickle from his palm. Now that it was warm it had taken on a heady, incredibly sexy aroma and this immediately went to her head. 

She remembered that it had been Jack's idea to try this new product and when he brought it home, she had put it in her toiletries drawer and all but forgotten it. 

She felt a warm, no, hot tingling sensation as the oil found its way between her ass cheeks, into her anus which was still distended slightly from her earlier ministrations. As more of the oil found its way into her ass-hole she found the sensations it was causing increasing her need to be fucked hard. Some of the oil seeped past her ass to her labia and into her vagina and this too was warming up, increasing her needs even further. Jack had been tending to the distribution of the oil about her ass cheeks and she felt his fingers massaging the triangle at the base of her spine. The middle finger of his right hand now slid between her cheeks and found the rosebud that was her anus. A little gentle pressure and the finger slid in easily and was quickly joined by a second. Gently he began to finger-fuck her. Sophie's hips rose from the bed automatically, striving to increase the depth of his penetration. Jack's left hand slid around her left leg and copied the actions of his right in her hot wet pussy.

"Fuck me, Jack", she said, "Give it me", "Give it to me hard". Jack removed his fingers and grabbed her hips, pulling her up onto her knees and she dropped her forearms adopting the doggie position they both loved. "Wait," said Jack, getting up off the bed, his big cock swaying heavily as he moved. He quickly crossed the room and came back with the camcorder, which he re-positioned on Sophie's dressing table. 

A profile picture of Sophie in the classic provocative pose swam into view on the TV. He returned to the bed and Sophie. 

More oil, trickled down from the base of her spine. Jacks hands went to her breasts and he massaged them lovingly. The heavy sensations in her breasts and pussy, the TV picture and the perfume of the oil combined to make a proper fuck essential. 

"Now Jack " she pleaded, "Now" Jack removed his left hand and transferred some of the oil to his prick and he too felt the full effect of the oil. With no more than a slight pull on her hips his cock entered Sophie's wet cunt, sliding in to his full length. A series of hard, slamming, full length strokes, followed by short gentle strokes. By using this routine they could prolong the act for as long as either one wanted. Jack had reckoned without the full effects of the oil however, and after just a couple of minutes he felt his balls contracting, rising to the point of no return. Sophie sensed this as well and she felt her own orgasm approaching like an express train, threatening to overtake her, but the oil was making her want more. 

"In the ass, hon" she shouted, " I want you to come in my ass"."Now."

She felt Jack's rampant cock slide from her pussy and plunge into her ass. Where his cock had been she now put her own hand, plunging her entire fist into her hot sweaty sex, her thumb working hard on her screaming clit. Jack continued his pounding action into Sophie's ass as she frigged herself senseless. They came simultaneously, Sophie with a scream, Jack with a bellow and the world stopped for both of them as they crashed through the barriers which are neither pleasure nor pain. Within minutes they were both asleep, in the middle of the big bed, exhausted by their efforts. 

The camcorder clicked to standby as the tape ran out.

Chapter 3 (In which Jack is introduced to a different Sophie and a little bdsm).

Much later, Sophie awoke and prepared a light lunch and took it, along with a bottle of wine, upstairs. She woke Jack and they indulged in a bedroom picnic. After tidying the bed, she took the tape from the camcorder, and replaced it with a fresh one. Jack crossed to the shower and turned on the water at full pressure and stood luxuriating in the heat that permeated through his body, standing so as to present a back view to Sophie. He was fully aware his butt was firmly muscled and was a constant turn on to Sophie just as her ass was to him. After a few minutes he became aware of her presence in the shower behind him, the bush of her pubic hair pushing into his upper thighs. She was gyrating her hips against his butt and he felt the beginnings of another erection. 

"Hi, sexy," she whispered huskily in his ear, circling her arms around his waist and playfully grabbing his hardening cock. He turned and they kissed long and hard, their tongues searching and battling, seeking out the deepest penetration. Finally they broke away and stepped apart, taking in the sight of each other. Tracing a line down Jacks neck with a fingernail, Sophie moved on to his hairless chest and to his right nipple. Taking it between the thumb and index finger of her left hand she squeezed it tightly, nipping it with pincer like movements. Her fingers nipped and relaxed, nipped and relaxed, and Jack felt his erection hardening, his cock growing as she had known it would. She placed her mouth over his left nipple and suckled on it before nipping gently with her teeth, moving her left hand down to his now full erection and teasingly stroking it from its base to its tip, tickling the cum-hole with a fingernail. Jack groaned and tried to increase the friction and the speed of the strokes, but Sophie was running this show and just chuckled without removing those sharp little teeth from his nipple. Sophie sank slowly to her knees as the hot water continued to beat down upon them. She took Jack's cock into her right hand and stroked it gently, lightly scratching the skin with her nails. His cock was now rampant and desperately in need of relief. Sophie's mouth provided the warm hole he was seeking and she brought her mouth down onto his cock taking in and massaging it with her tongue. Jack was now losing control and he wanted to fuck her mouth the way he had previously fucked her pussy and her ass. She pulled away and allowed his cock to fall from her mouth, before regaining it in her left hand and balancing it on her flattened tongue. He felt Sophie's right hand at the base of his cock and he knew he was about to cum yet again. He felt his balls tightening up and was ready to shoot his load down Sophie's throat when she firmly circled the base of his cock and squeezed hard. The feelings of immediate ejaculation died slowly away. "Not yet, hon, I've not finished yet", said Sophie. 

She stood and turned off the water and threw him a bathrobe, taking one for herself at the same time. 

"Put it on but don't fasten it" she said. 

Similarly attired, she took his cock in her right hand and led him across the bedroom and up onto the bed where she had him kneel. He noted with surprise that she had stripped the duvet from the bed and that all that remained was one firm pillow and the bottom sheet. She leaned over and hit the record button on the camcorder's remote control. "Jack, I want you to close your eyes and remain just as you are." Her voice had taken on a more demanding tone now, one he was not familiar with, but he complied nonetheless. From his position he could place where Sophie was in the room as she stepped lightly around seemingly moving this and that. He heard the slight squeak of her dressing table drawer being opened and closed. Then silence. Total silence. He was tempted to open his eyes but decided to play along. This was a new game and he wasn't sure of the rules.

The silence seemed to go on for an age but finally he felt movement on the bed behind him. "Keep them closed for just another minute, hon" she said quietly in his ear.

He felt a scarf being draped across his eyes and then tied behind his head. It had to be a scarf since it smelled strongly of the perfume she habitually wore. He felt her hands move across his shoulders as she removed the bathrobe from his body. She removed the belt from the robe and pulled Jack's hands behind him. Quickly she tied his wrists together and tied them in turn to his ankles. 

"They say the removal of one of the senses increases the efficiency of the others", he heard her say. "I want you to tell me what it is you think you feel, smell, taste or hear". 

Immediately he felt a light touch down his spine and he squirmed at the lightness of the touch. He guessed it was a feather, in fact it was a blusher brush from her make-up kit. She moved in front of Jack and transferred the feather-like touch of the brush to his nipples. Jack had incredibly sensitive nipples and his squirming continued, a light pleasant torture. Sophie continued the subtle stroking as his cock grew larger still. The brushing stopped and then he felt a light scratching as if a needle were being lightly touched onto his left nipple. A more persistent pressure and a sharp quick pain replaced the scratching sensation. Jack squirmed yet again and he felt Sophie's lips kissing the nipple and the short, sharp pain was forgotten. The same light scratching was repeated on his right nipple and again the short, sharp, pain as the needle, if that's what it was, penetrated his sensitive skin then again he felt Sophie's warm caressing lips on his right nipple. 

"A lot of pleasure, a little pain", she whispered. This was a side of Sophie he didn't know about. Jack felt Sophie's hands on his nipples, still tender from the needle treatment, gently nipping, and then something very cold being applied to them. Whatever it was it wasn't ice he thought, as it oozed down his chest. Then he caught the distinctive smell of strawberries and vanilla and realised it must be ice cream. This was confirmed when he felt the same cold substance on his lips. His tongue moved out to receive more of the ice cream, and he was duly rewarded. The ice cream treatment was repeated on his neck, on his chest, and those parts of his back that were accessible. Wherever the ice cream went it was followed immediately by Sophie's tongue seeking to remove that which she had strategically placed. He could feel Sophie's warm and naked body as she moved around him, but could do nothing in his trussed up condition. When he recognised the feel of her pubic bush being moved across his nipples he moaned loudly. 

Quickly she unfastened the knotat his ankles leaving his hands still tied and the makeshift blindfold in place. She pushed him forward onto his chest. She placed the pillow under his hips, causing his buttocks to be raised off the bed. His rampant cock was again ready for action and stretched out painfully backwards between his legs, but Sophie wasn't ready to give him the relief he sought, she was enjoying this too much to end it just yet. Silence again. Sophie got down off the bed and Jack was left there alone in silence for about five minutes, wondering what was next. Then Sophie was back, her warm hands on his shoulders and his back, before moving down onto his tight buttocks. He felt the ice cream being applied to the base of his spine, felt it melting and trickling down his ass crack and finally dripping onto his cock. He again felt Sophie's tongue lapping up the ice cream, slowly moving down the cheeks of his ass. Her hands moved to his ass cheeks and he felt her spread them apart. Her tongue gently lapped around the tight hole of his ass and then it seemed that more ice cream was being pushed into his ass by her tongue. He bucked his hips up off the bed and she playfully slapped his bare buttocks. More ice cream, more tongue, until finally she had lubricated his ass sufficiently to get her tongue inside his ass-hole, probing gently as she sought to gain deeper entry. Sophie removed her tongue from Jack's ass and replaced it with a finger. She transferred her attentions to his hot throbbing cock; he wondered how long he would last before involuntarily let go, but still she persisted to tease his cock sucking ice cream from it, only to replace it with more of the same. "I am going to untie your hands but I want you to remain face down and please keep still, I don't want you finishing just yet". Sophie's voice broke through the roaring in his head as he fought to stop himself cumming.




Starting Over



The divorce despite being the obvious best choice had not been easy. Undoing all those years took a toll she had not anticipated and left her feeling drained, empty, even a little angry. Self-pity reared its ugly head. She had let it run things for while and found herself somewhere she never wanted to be. It was at that point she had decided to move. Relocating was fairly simple, she was in high demand in her field and there was always someone hiring. She wanted a change. Why not start with climate?

The call from the company in St. Croix was the sign she needed. The interviews were conducted in a whirlwind of emails, teleconferences, and trips to their New York office. The fit was perfect, the job comfortably challenging without being overwhelming, and the compensation package excellent. The company even provided on-site housing, a seemingly cozy cottage with its own private beach. She wasn’t sure she wanted to live in something that sounded so small, but the appeal of a beach and privacy quelled her uncertainty for the time being. Arrangements were made, contracts signed, and she was told to report for her first day in three weeks. Until then, she was free to move in at her leisure and become acquainted with the island.

It’s was amazing how easy moving could be when you want to start over. She gave away most of the things in her apartment, it was all “their” stuff, nothing she wanted to take into her fresh start. Even her clothes, suited to New York, would not do where she was going. After everything was sorted, there wasn’t enough left to fill a U-haul. She had purchased a suitcase’s worth of clothes, but decided to get a better feel for the environment before she went on a spree. One thing had caught her eye though, a beautiful blue bikini.

Nothing too risqué, an underwire top and scooped bottom, but the fabric was breathtaking. A blue like the clearest lake on a sunny day, it was dotted here and there with clear, iridescent pieces that strongly resembled scales. As she ran her hands over the suit, the pieces caught the light and danced a rainbow of colors. There was even a matching pareo with a heavenly drape and the same iridescent pieces. It fit like it was made for her. She had never in her life owned anything like it; her clothes had always been so conservative. That cinched it. She bought the suit and made a silent promise to never do mundane again. 

~

The flight was uneventful and surprisingly short. A driver had been waiting for her and with the perfect efficiency that only comes with experience, soon had her at her new residence. A perfunctory explanation of what, where, when, and whom and she found herself alone with a home to explore. It was a simple design with a kitchen and breakfast nook, a fairly spacious front room, powder room, a well windowed office and master suite. The front porch was covered and equipped with a few rocking chairs and there were French doors in the kitchen that beckoned to be opened. A cursory glance revealed a sheltered deck, steps that must lead to the beach, and much to her delight, a hammock. 

She took her suitcase into the master suit. An outstanding feature of this place was the windows. It was a good thing she wasn’t into paintings and such, there wasn’t enough non-glass area for much. The master suite was no different. Wide windows covered with sheer white curtains filled two walls. Thankfully, there were blinds under the curtains. She wanted a more relaxed environment, but wasn’t quite ready for that relaxed. She began putting her things away.

The flight left her a little sleepy, they always did and she decided to test the hammock. Besides, it would give her an opportunity break in her bathing suit. Someone had graciously provided for basic needs, there were towels in the bathroom and an assortment of juices and teas in the refrigerator and soon she was settled comfortably out on the deck.

The back of the house was a flawless oasis. Sheltered by the house on two sides, the rest was surrounded with lush vegetation, thick enough to be an effective screen while still allowing the ocean breeze through. A small set of steps lead away from the deck to the beach. From the hammock, she could just make out the white sand and blue green water. They would be investigated later, for now she was content to simply relax. The heat of the sun tempered by the breeze coupled with the soft swaying of the hammock lulled her into a dreamlike state, freeing her mind to wander.

How long had it been since she had nothing on her mind? She had forgotten what it felt like not to think. One by one, she closed the open questions in her head, filed away the images, and quieted the thoughts. Eventually she was only aware of this exact moment. She could hear the sound of the waves and the leaves in the breeze, and smell the strange flowers and the salt in the air. The heat of the sun made her feel as though she were melting, fluid, while the wind caressed with an almost tangible intimacy. On a whim, she unhooked her top, exposing her nipples to that caress.

The sun and breeze sent a tingle through her as she felt her nipples harden. Carelessly, she moved her fingers over them, feeling the contrast of the hard flesh against her soft breasts. She had forgotten how lovely her skin was, soft, smooth, full of the heat from the sun. Her hands traveled over her breasts and tummy, savoring the silkiness. They continued down her hips and stroked her legs. A small sigh escaped her lips as fingernails trailed over her inner thighs. Up they went until they reached the edge of her bikini bottom. One leg dropped over the side of the hammock, allowing her fingers to continue their journey. Cautiously, she slid one finger under the lustrous material. She had gotten a Brazilian wax before leaving and was bare. She moaned as she slowly ran one finger over her smooth outer lips. She could feel a dampness spreading between her legs.

Any hesitation she might have felt dissolved in the light of need. Slipping out of her bottoms, only the sheer pareo partially covered her. Heat, breeze, fingers and the thrill of nakedness converged in a growing heat in her moist cunt. She opened herself to the wind as her fingers teased her clit, drawing it out into the light. Rolling it between her finger and thumb, she slid another finger into her wet cunt. She arched her back, moving against her hand. The contrast of such intense feeling with her prior relaxed state only fueled her arousal. Her fingers slid over the bare, now wet skin, taunting, teasing her clit until she trembled under their ministrations. She looked down, amazed at how beautiful her body was, firm breasts, hard nipples, hairless pussy all shining in the sun. The joy that welled up in tandem to her orgasm brought tears to her eyes. She climaxed like never before, laughing for the sheer pleasure.

She lay on the hammock, gathering her composure, enjoying the all around glow she felt. She smiled, a real smile for once, happy again. This was a beginning, a very, very good one.



Starting Over



The morning sun streams in through the windows of the bedroom. Andrew opens his eyes slowly. "What a night," he thinks to himself.

He turns his head slowly to see the sensuous figure sleeping next to him in blissful slumber. Her reddish-blonde hair is wrapped around her peaceful face. The sheet is pulled down just enough that he can glimpse her perky breasts, now standing "at ease." Her lightly-tanned skin is marked in indiscriminate patterns with tiny beauty marks. Her breathing is shallow, relaxed and barely audible in the silence of the new day.

The sight of her breasts brings a tingling and familiar hardening sensation to his loins. "How did this all happen," he ponders, unsure whether the question was spoken aloud, or confined to his pounding head. . . .

The night started innocently enough. He went to the local corner bar, as he had every Friday night for the past two years, looking for nothing but distant companionship. Even though the last thing he wanted was to meet someone, he certainly needed the comfort he gleaned from the proximity of other people during this troubled time. It had been a long hard road back to sanity after the separation from the woman he still considered the "love of his life." The divorce papers he had received in the mail earlier that day shattered his wounded heart all over again. The stitches that had begun to heal were ripped apart like the shredded envelope he left on the floor. He was flooded with the guilt and shame he had been trying to bury, for what now seemed like a thousand lifetimes.

Why they had separated was still a nagging question he asked himself each and every morning when he awoke from his solitary slumber, and each and every night when he put his weary head on his pillow. Sure, he worked too much. But, she certainly loved the money and power he garnered as he climbed his way to the top of the legal tower at the law firm. It was only after she hit her "mid-life crisis" that the time he spent making a living for them became an issue. Could he have pulled back a bit from work? Yes. Could she have been more patient and understanding? Hell yes. In the end they just moved in different directions. She was lonely, and he was obsessed with the money and power he thought would make them happy.

After pulling himself together from the shock of receiving the divorce papers, he stripped out of his lawyer uniform, shaved, and donned a stylish, two-tone, silk button down shirt and a pair of easy-fitting jeans. He debated and eventually decided on his "scent-of-choice" for the evening.

Walking into his familiar watering hole, he immediately made his way to the little table in the back of the bar, where he had sought refuge on so many lonely nights. The bar-maid quickly brought him a tall Labatt's and he tried to warm to her obvious overtures. She was young, probably a little too young for him, but nonetheless extremely attractive. Her thin, supple legs beneath her short black skirt, certainly tempted him in the most basic of ways. However, on this night he could barely offer a smile to the gorgeous pearly whites she flashed his way. Tonight, more than any other night, he just wanted to be alone.

As the evening progressed, he idly watched the commotion of the bar around him: friends meeting up to share a drink and a laugh; the two attractive couples sharing a game of pool and, by the looks of things, a whole lot more later that evening; and the baseball game playing on the televisions above the bar, periodically drew his idle attention.

As the hours passed, he proceeded to once again drink himself to numbing intoxication. . . .

Andrew rolls onto his back and places his fingers to his throbbing temples. "How the fuck did this happen?" he whispers to the devil on his shoulder. Seeing that the angel to his right is still tucked away in heavenly sleep, he closes his eyes and turns introspective once again. . . .

He knew she was there even before he lifted his eyes from his beer glass. He could sense her with every muscle and nerve in his body. 

"Howdy stranger," she said as she stood with her hands on her hips a few feet in front of his tiny table. Her face was amazing- smooth shiny skin, light make-up and a brilliant smile. Her hazel eyes burned into his soul with a fire and intensity that melted through his growing numbness. She was at most 5 feet tall. Her shoulder-length, light colored hair, hung loose about her shoulders in seamlessly never-ending spiraled curls. She wore a white t-shirt, cut tight to her taught bosom, with a sparkly sequin heart nestled between her ample breasts. Her ruffled jean skirt was short, but not too short, so as to remove any mystery from the equation. Her proportions were perfectly symmetrical and, for a moment, Andrew thought that he was seeing an angel sent from heaven to mercifully take him from his self-inflicted misery. She had never looked this beautiful to him before.

He was barely able to stammer a "hello" in return as his breath caught at the sight of the beauty before his, red-tinged, brown eyes. He realized in that moment that he had secretly hoped she would be there on this night.

"Do you mind if I join you," she said with a subtle smile.

"Sure, if you really want to," he muttered, feeling a rush of blood to his cheeks.

As she lithely moved to sit across from him, he caught a whiff of her perfume. His nostrils flared at the invasion and his heart began to race. If beauty had a smell, this would be it.

"Can I get you a drink," he asked her. Even before the words escaped his lips he noticed that she already had a mixed drink of some sort in her hand.

"I am good, thank you," she said, kindly not bringing out his lack of attentiveness.

Still he felt obligated to utter a quick, "Sorry. I see that you are already taken care of. How silly of me." Inside his mind, he kicked himself hard.

Silence.

Andrew quickly drank down the last 1/3 of beer from his glass and leapt with both feet into the fire.

"I was really hoping that I would get the chance to talk with you," he said mustering as much of a smile as he could on his weary face.

"I came here to see you," she said bashfully with her head down, only lifting her beautiful eyes to look into his own.

Andrew's heart raced at the thought that she had descended to this watering hole just to see him. Dare he hope that there was a chance?

"You seem sad, handsome," she said with obvious concern.

"I was until you sat down," he exhaled through shallow breaths.

"Is there anything I can do to pick you up," she said coyly, while reaching across to place her manicured hand on his own weathered hand.

The touch of her hand on his own sent electrical shocks throughout his entire body. He could sense in her eyes, for a fleeting moment, that she felt the jolt as well.

"You being here has erased all of my sadness dear lady," he said in his smoothest delivery. "Anything more at this point would be sheer pleasure."

"Anything," she said slowly breaking the word into minute syllables. "That certainly sounds like an invitation to me."

With her words Andrew immediately felt a hard-on sprouting in his suddenly un-relaxed jeans. He wanted to grab her hand, pull her around the suddenly giant table between them, and clutch her into his aching arms. It had been so long since he had wanted a woman this much. He could feel all of the pain, sadness and misery of the last two years melting from the heat generated by the dazzling woman before him. He wanted her, and he was pretty sure that she wanted him. Was it too soon? He had so much baggage to lay at her feet. He wondered to himself whether she was willing to sift through all that. Maybe, she just wanted some fun and done. Hell, what did it matter at this point. He had hit bottom, it was time for him to start "rising" again.

"Follow me," he said getting up from his chair, and taking one of her lovely hands into his own strong hand.

Andrew knew exactly where he was taking her. He pulled her across the room, negotiating the tables and patrons, to the small door on the side leading to the restrooms, kitchen and storage area. 

He could not even recall if she said anything to him, or if she showed any hesitation.

As they pushed into the hallway, he felt her free hand come around and begin to caress his strong chest. As they pushed through the door to the storage area, his lips sought hers. The collision was explosive and passionate. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto a broken bar stool so that she was seated with her legs open and her mouth at the same height as his own. 

Andrew quickly shut and locked the door and pulled the chain hanging down from the sole source of light in the room: a solitary, uncovered, light bulb. It's soft light shed a warm glow on their irrelevant surroundings. He moved in and continued to kiss her. Their tongues darted heatedly in their mouths. Their aggression was equal and relentless. He brought his hands up to her breasts and felt her nipples hardening beneath the t-shirt and lace bra beneath. With both hands he pulled on the t-shirt at the bottom of the cut-out on the front tearing the shirt in two from top to bottom, slightly exposing her incredible breasts. His hands worked feverishly up her back and quickly unclasped her bra freeing her breasts to his eyes and his eager hands. The feeling of her nipples between his fingers gave him an immediate rush of adrenaline. They were engorged and there for his taking. So he did.

He moved his mouth from her lips, to her neck, gently sucking and nibbling his way to the point where it lusciously met her collar bone. He then descended with his tongue to her right, and then her left, breast. At each stop, he lightly flicked her nipples to get their attention. Her hands sifted through his short, dark, hair, urging him further in his exploration of her body.

His hand moved to her legs, which had somehow become wrapped around him, like a trap holding its prey. He pushed his hand up her thigh and moved aside the thin barrier provided by the very wet, pink, thong. His finger were singed by the heat emanating from her sopping center. His mouth returned to hers. As he thrust his tongue deep into her waiting mouth his finger plunged upward into her wanting pussy. She came instantaneously.

The feeling of her juices running across his hand and down his arm only provoked him into fucking her with his finger more. He gently turned his hand over, so that it was facing palm up, and thrust his index and middle fingers into her eager pussy. He sought out and located the rough spot on the roof of her vagina and began to coax, with a come-hither motion, her g-spot.

She wrapped her hands around his torso, and dug her nails deeply into his back through his silk shirt, causing him to grunt in the painful pleasure of it all. A low moan escaped her full lips as his hands began to toy and tease her towards another orgasm. 

He once again moved down and took her left nipple into his mouth. He sucked down very hard - so hard that she caught her breath. He did not stop, and she did not make any sign that she wanted him too.

As her pelvis and hips raised he knew that she was nearing another climax, so he increased the pressure of his fingers on her g-spot. With a sexy whimper, she came again: her lips clenching and spasming on his invading fingers.

Andrew now reached up with both hands and removed her thong. He lifted her skirt high enough to take in the beauty of her clean-shaven pussy. Her lips were pouting eagerly at him.

"I want you inside me," she said in a husky voice.

Her hands began to work on his belt and zipper. She tugged at his engorged cock, letting out an audible sigh of pleasure at finding his immense arousal. She used her feet to remove his jeans leaving him standing before her with his throbbing cock poking though the slit in his boxers.

Andrew pulled down his boxers and stepped closer leaving the head of his manhood nestled on her smooth labia.

His hands reached down and grabbed her taught ass and pulled her closer to the edge of the stool. Agonizingly, he slid her to the edge until her ass was barely on the seat. Slowly, he lowered her opening onto his incredibly hard shaft.

The feeling of her heat enveloping his cock as she slid lower, and lower still, ultimately resting balls deep on his cock, was incredible. He pulled out and thrust quickly back in. He continued this assault on her pussy gradually increasing the tempo. She reclined her torso backwards finding the wall behind her with her hands for support. This position raised her breasts up for close and intimate inspection by Andrew. He definitely liked what he saw.

His need to fuck this woman; cum in this woman, was incredible.

He began to grunt with exertion as he repeatedly embedded his dick into her slick, warm, wetness.

The stool fell over leaving him holding her up to him with the only support being his hands beneath her ass. Her legs were wrapped around his back. Her moans began to keep time with his labored grunts. Their breathing fell in unison with the chain swinging from the solitary light casting its shadow on the wall.

Her legs dropped down his and she reached towards him grabbing him around his neck.

As her feet hit the floor she pulled away from him. The loss of her heat on his cock brought a chill up his spine. She dropped to her knees and grabbed hold of his penis with her hand. He felt her tongue start at the base and begin to lovingly move up lapping her juices into her mouth.

"Hmmm . . .I taste sweet," she muttered from below.

Andrew began to enjoy the feeling of her mouth, lips and tongue on his dick and balls. His hands reached into her curls and pulled her mouth further onto him. She moaned, and began to move her mouth faster, taking care to tug at the head of his cock with her lips and tongue.

After what seemed like an eternity, Andrew knew that if he did not stop her soon he would cum into her mouth. As great as that would feel, he wanted, no he needed, to cum inside her fire-hot pussy.

He grabbed her ears and gently pulled her up before him into a long and tasty kiss. She had not lied. She tasted sweet and musky. The taste of her drove him crazy with want for more.

He slowly walked her backwards, in a gentle tango of kisses, gropes and passion, towards a covered pool table in the corner. As her fine ass hit the table, he not too gently flipped her around placing her hands on the oak rails.

She turned to look back at him with fire gleaming in her hazel eyes, "cum in me, make me yours," she said with sultry lust in her voice.

As he flipped up her denim skirt to reveal her heart-shaped ass, he could not help but marvel at the beauty of the moment.

Her pussy was still very wet and he slid into her easily, deeply. He began to thrust with animal passion. All of the pent up anger, emotion and heartbreak he had felt the past two years was delivered with each smack of his balls on her pussy and ass. He wanted her to beg him to stop. He wanted her to plead with him to stop fucking her. His hands moved up and grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks apart to further enhance his attack on her. 

She laid her head down on the rail and closed her eyes, clearly lost in the moment. Her right hand slipped down and began to caress his balls, while her left hand toyed with her clit. The feeling she provided to him only served to make him drive into her harder and faster.

Over and over he thrust into her. She began to moan and move her head about rustling the plastic cover on the table. He continued to fuck her harder; faster; deeper. His eyes closed as he began to feel the release welling up inside. With one final earth-shattering thrust he drove into her releasing his seed and fluid into her center. At the same moment, she came mixing her juices with his own. Her walls clenched on his draining cock as if to suck every last drop of him into her.

They collapsed to the floor leaning against the legs of the pool table.

He looked over into her hazel eyes, blazing now with the glory of orgasm, and he melted.

His hands came up to his face as the tears of two-years of guilt, frustration and loneliness welled up uncontrollably.

His walls had finally come down. He could start over now.

She sat there in silence with him. He was surprised, but very glad, that she did not leave. After what seemed like forever, his tears dried and they each began to go about dressing themselves. He put his silk shirt on her, to replace her shirt that he had unceremoniously destroyed earlier.

The walk back to his place was golden. She held his hand and he hers. No words were spoken. She gave him space and time.

As they entered his home, she went to the restroom to freshen up, while he went to get her a replacement t-shirt from the bedroom.

As he stood with his back to the bedroom door, he sensed her once again behind him. He could smell her perfume. He could taste her still on his lips.

"I am here for you," she said easing all his fears.

"I . . .," he uttered while turning around only to be interrupted by her mouth and tongue descending on his own. Her kiss was passionate and gentle with just a hint of tease. Her lips tasted like strawberries.

He took her into his arms and pulled her close to his naked chest. His need for her this time was no longer animal - it was the need to be close with someone special.

They made love all night. It was intimate, gentle at times, rough when expected. The feel of her incredible body beneath his own was mesmerizing to his aching heart. With each touch, kiss, caress and thrust his heart repaired itself to be ready to start over.

After she rode him like any good cowgirl, she collapsed on the bed beside him. Her naked body glistened with a cool sheen of sweat in the full-moon light coming in the windows.

He laid there in bed beside her for what seemed an eternity. He watched her fall into sleep. Everything he had always wanted was lying there beside him, but what did it all mean? Finally, he too drifted to sleep. . . .

Andrew hears her begin to stir. She turns and looks at him, while slowly opening her eyes.

"Were you watching me?" she asks, in barely a whisper, her face partially hidden by the falling tresses of her hair.

"Yes. It has been such a long time since I last slept with an angel," Andrew whispers, with hope pounding in his heart. "I wanted to capture this moment forever."

"Forever started last night my handsome husband," she says with a smile spreading from her hazel eyes to her full, pouting lips. "Care to help me burn those divorce papers?"

"I was hoping you would say that my love," Andrew exhales, as his life, and love, start over again.



Starting Over



Its hard starting over after a divorce, but she was trying. She wasn't into the bar scenes and was having a hard time meeting men. So her sister suggested she sign up for an online dating service, just to check it out.

The first couple of messages she dismissed without a second thought. Then there came the instant message that caught her attention. He was polite and very sweet. After a couple of nights of chatting online he asked for her phone number. She hesitated but finally gave him her cell phone number explaining her daughter tied up her home phone most of the time. After about two weeks talking on the phone whenever they weren't online together, he asked her out. He called her on his way home from work on a Saturday afternoon to see if she was busy. Since she had no plans, he asked her to meet him to watch the local college football at a local sports bar. She nervously agreed to meet him telling him what kind of vehicle she drove so he could watch for her. 

When they met at the bar, she was surprised to find that he was so handsome. Well more than six feet tall and very muscular. He opened her car door and offered his hand as she got out. Once she was out of the car he gave her a hug and kissed her on the cheek. Once inside they found a table in the back so they could watch the game while they got better acquainted. They ordered drinks and after the drinks came he asked her if he could hold her hand. She nervously agreed. They talked and laughed and enjoyed each others company a lot.

The game got started and they split their attention between each other and the game. When the home team scored a field goal he kissed her hand. Then when they scored a touchdown, he kissed her cheek. His touch made her tingle and all she could do was hope they kept scoring. At half time, their team was ahead 17-0. She had been kissed on both cheeks and hoped for a real kiss on the lips with the next touchdown. They stepped outside for some fresh air and walked around a while holding hands. As they walked, they made plans to see a movie that evening. They went back inside and finished watching the game.

When the game was over, he walked her to her car, kissed her very passionately and helped her into her car.

Before she arrived home, her cell phone rang. It was he thanking her for their first date and asking her if she had a good time. Then he told her he didn't want to share her with a theater full of people so could they watch a movie at his place instead. She nervously agreed and he gave her directions. They agreed to meet in an hour. On the way to his place she had second and even third thoughts about how safe this was.

He met her at the door. He had candles lit and a fire in the fireplace. He gave her a warm hug and another passionate kiss. He took her coat and then led her over to the sofa. He gave her a choice of movies. She chose 50 first dates because she knew they both enjoyed comedies.

Pizza was delivered and they ate. After they ate, they snuggled up together to watch the movie. He held her close, and they held hands. He caressed her and then very gently kissed her. She felt her body responding to his touches and kisses. He gently lifted her up and sat her on his lap. While they kissed, he slid his hand under her blouse to caress her breasts. When he felt her, responded he unhooked her bra. When she sighed, he began to unbutton her blouse. For each button he undid he kissed her exposing skin. She kissed his neck, his face and anywhere she could reach. When he finally had her breasts exposed, he leaned down to taste and tease them. Her breasts were nice firm and full.

Taking his lead she reached down and pulled his shirt out of his jeans and over his head. He had a massive chest from lifting weights and the nicest arms. She felt safe and protected sitting on his lap wrapped in his arms. Then their lips met again and the sparks were there. She slid her arms around his neck and caressed his back and shoulders while they kissed. Then she felt his hand moving up under her skirt. He caressed her pussy through her panties waiting to see if she wanted him to stop. Instead she kissed him even more passionately. He then slid her panties aside to touch her. Just as he found her clit she made him stop.

She took a deep breath to calm herself. Then she kissed him and began to undo his belt. She could feel his erection through his jeans. He broke the kiss to lean over and suck on her breasts. She got his jeans undone and set his impressive cock free. Her mouth instantly went dry at his size. Then it began to water. She wanted him. Oh boy! She wanted him, but first she wanted to taste that cock. She slid off his lap and down on her knees between his legs. She looked up at him and smiled as she licked her lips. She licked down his shaft and back up. Finally sliding his cock into her hot wet mouth. She licked and sucked until he pulled her away. He kissed her and asked her to wait.

He left the room only to return with a blanket which he spread out in front of the fireplace. Then he gently led her to the blanket grabbing some pillows from the sofa on their way. He gently removed the rest of her clothing and laid her down on the blanket. 

She nervously smiled up at him. He knelt down and kissed her gently, then licked each nipple as he gently ran his tongue down her stomach. He got between her legs kissed her pussy lips and began to stroke her with his tongue. As her breathing changes he inserted his index finger into her pussy. He kept it there moving it ever so gently, all the while letting his tongue explore the recesses of her pussy using his thumb to caress her clit. As she moaned under his loving attention he inserted his middle finger to join his index finger. As his two fingers found her g-spot she clung to him. Her body exploded with her orgasm. He let her ride the waves of her orgasm then just as her breathing was returning to normal he used his tongue to lick up all the pussy juice from her orgasm. He removed his fingers from her pussy. As he teased her pussy with his tongue, he slid his pinky into her anus. When she didn't resist, he took it out and replaced it with his index finger. When he felt her pussy, begin to constrict on his tongue and her moans became louder he thrusts his finger in and kissed her deeply. 

When her breathing returned to normal, she laid him on his back. She began to touch and caress his cock. Then she licked and sucked his balls taking each one, one at a time, into her mouth and sucking on it. She gently slid her finger into his anus while she took all of his cock into her mouth. He moaned words of encouragement to her and softly repeated her name. She let him cum in her mouth taking all the cum he had to offer. Then she straddled him and let him suck and play with her breasts. She backed up and began to suck on his cock again. Once he was fully erect, she slid the tip of his cock into her pussy. As his cock felt her pussy he reached up and grabbed her hips and shoved his cock into her hungry pussy. He reached up to caress and play with her breasts letting her control the speed as she fucked him. He gently pulled her toward him to suck on her breasts. She started out slow and gentle then the harder he sucked on her breasts the faster and harder she rode his cock. As he got closer he reached up and grabbed her hips and he pushed up and into her pussy. They came simultaneously. She laid on his chest while their breathing returned to normal. Then he gently rolled onto his side and held her in his embrace and covering them with the blanket.

He kissed her forehead and they talked and cuddled for hours. Eventually they dozed off. When she awoke, he was gone. She sat up and was nervous and unsure of herself until he came into the room fresh from the shower and still smiling. He gave her a cup of coffee and sat down beside her and pulled her toward him. He cuddled her as she drank her coffee. When she was done with the coffee, he offered her a shower. When she accepted he stood and helped her to her feet and then carried her to the bathroom. She wasn't surprised when he joined her but pleased that he did. As he washed her, his erection returned and they both smiled . . .



Starting Over



It had been a couple of weeks since I'd seen her last. Often I thought about our last encounter and if she would ever speak to me again. I was strangely attracted to her, more so than any girl I've been with in quite some time. She had this magnetism to her, this playful, sassy attitude that wasn't snobbish or overt, but rather sexy and subtle and made you want to get to know her more.

The last time I saw her we happened to meet in the same Irish bar we were in now. I met her randomly through another woman I'd met there a few weeks prior. Just by chance she had come up to talk to her friend and we were introduced. That was two Saturdays ago.

Immediately I was drawn in. She was absolutely gorgeous, even in the dark light of the bar. I guessed she was in her late twenties to early thirties. She had wavy, sandy blond hair that was layered just to the top of her exposed, defined shoulders. She sported that sexy indentation between her clavicle and shoulder that made you want to bury your lips in it and kiss up the side of her neck. 

The short-sleeved top she wore was black and sheer that gathered just below her perfectly rounded breasts, showing off enough tanned cleavage that was sprinkled with those ever so feminine freckles here and there. She held her shoulders back and chest out proud, with her soft face cocked at a mischievous angle. 

Her playful, cat-like eyes were what drew me in the most. Perfectly spaced over her high cheekbones and Cheshire grin, they sliced through the smoke and darkness as they met mine and we shook hands. 

"Hi, I'm Jessica," she said with a wide grin. I saw her quickly glance me over from head to toe and then resume eye contact, her smile never fading. 

"Mike," I said, forcing myself to not glance at her breasts and holding her hand a little longer than usual, on purpose. "Pleasure to meet you."

She had already had a few vodka drinks in her and was being very playful. We began talking about ourselves and before we knew it, we found out we had much more in common than we thought. Both of us were recently separated from a failed marriage and were slowly trying to make our way back into the single world. She had a very easy way about her and began to open up to me ever so slightly.

We shared details about our marriages, what went wrong with them, how it seemed to drag on forever when in reality we were both only married for about two years. I was with someone I wasn't in love with and who wasn't being a good partner. Jessica was in the same boat, except her case was a little more severe than mine, with her husband not putting forth any effort at all and leaving it to her to shoulder the responsibility of keeping things together. I could tell it had worn on her, noting the look of exhaustion in her eyes. She seemed so sweet and determined to make things work out, but in the end she had to make the decision to cut her losses and move on before she was dragged deeper and deeper into a situation in which she was not happy at all. Right now she just wanted to try to forget about the whole ordeal and focus on something that had been missing in her life for the past two years.

As the night wore on, we drank more, talked more, become much more friendly, and a definite spark had been ignited. She would find reasons to touch me randomly, a slight brush of her hand on my arm, pressing her hip to mine as she talked in my ear over the band, a squeeze of my wrist. I couldn't believe that she had been neglected for so long, someone has fun and beautiful as she was. Her thirst for human contact was subtle, yet obvious and I wanted to be the one she turned to.

After some time, Jessica pulled me aside and said she had something important to tell me. Immediately I could tell a change of mood in her as her expression went from soft and playful to serious. She crossed her arms and kind of pulled away from me and told me she had a two year old daughter. As soon as she told me this, she looked away and said I could run now if I wanted to. I wanted to do nothing but kiss her as hard as I could right then and there. 

I put my arm around her and told her I didn't mind at all, that I had had a stepdaughter in my marriage. She still looked at me warily, bracing herself in case I told her that I wasn't interested anymore because she had a kid. She wasn't self-conscious about having a daughter, she was just wondering if it would scare me away. So I reassured her it wasn't a problem at all and gave her a quick kiss on her warm cheek. She sighed and seemed glad that I was still there, and she eased her cheek into my kiss and smiled.

Not too long after, the drinks had been flowing pretty steadily and I was beginning to feel the effects of way too much vodka. My stomach began to churn and I knew I had had too much. This posed a severe problem, because by this time, we had exchanged several quick but passionate kisses at the bar, and were now heading hand in hand to a cab. 

I knew there was no way I was going to be able to go home with her as sick as I was feeling. I was pissed for allowing myself to get in this condition because all night long I knew how the evening was going to end, I wanted her so bad. 

When we got outside to the waiting line of cabs, I hugged her, kissed her again, put her in a cab and wished her a good night. The stunned look on her face sent a thousand daggers to my heart as she was expecting the same thing I was. However, I was too embarrassed to tell her I was feeling sick. Looking back on it now, I wish I would have. 

I never thought for one second what was going through her mind until later the next day, and it sickened me even more. It dawned on me that she thought I sent her home alone because she had a child, and it absolutely crushed me. The expression on her face as the cab pulled away with only her in it was one that would stay with me until I saw her again two weeks later, on this night.

Jessica had been on my mind every day since that night. I was out of town the next two weekends and was unable to go out and find her to set things right. I really wanted to see her again and let her know why I went home alone that night. I got to the bar a little early with my roommate and we began our usual jager bombs to start the night off right. However, I was going to make sure not to have too much this evening, in case I ran in to her again.

A few hours passed by and I was beginning to think I wouldn't see her. I began making my way through the crowd to the bathroom, I thought I heard someone call my name. I'd been scanning the entire place since I'd gotten there looking for her, so I turned immediately and saw Jessica leaving the bathroom, passing the other direction with a huge, beautiful smile on her face.

"Hi!," she said over the crowd. "How I are you?"

"Great," I answered, thrilled to death I found her. She was still moving away from me with the crowd.

"Good to see you again. Maybe you should stick around," she said with a wink and that sexy little expression of hers.

"Maybe I will," I said catching her grin and returning her inviting smile.

By then we'd been separated by the crowd and I was in the bathroom. I hurriedly finished and washed up and dashed back out to find her. She was at the same bar up front with her friends where we'd met two weeks prior, grin still plastered across her face. My roommate was already talking up one of her friends. I was thrilled that she didn't seem angry with me.

"There you are," I said, walking up to them. "I was wondering if I was going to see you again."

"I know, you've been missing in action the past few weeks. Where ya been?"

I was ecstatic that she had noticed I was gone. That meant she was looking for me too and it made me feel great.

"I flew home to visit the family and then had to fly out for a trade show the next weekend. You know how it is."

"Yeah I do. Well it's good to see you again," she said.

"It's very good to see you too, Jessica" and I gave her a brief hug and kiss on the cheek. I'd thought about her so much while I was gone, I needed some sort of physical contact with her. As I leaned in for the hug, I inhaled her completely. She smelled of flowers and perfume and a light sweetness I could almost taste. 

I wanted to immediately tell her what happened the last time we were together, but I decided to take it slow.

"So how is you're little girl?" Her mood changed so fast from happy and cheerful to cold and resentful that I was taken aback.

"Don't you ask about my little girl," she said and looked away. I was stunned. I didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry. You told me about her the last time we were together. Remember?" I kept trying to see if she was playing with me or not, but her glance gave every indication she was not happy.

"She's doing fine. That's all," was the reply I got, with her still looking away.

I had to say something at this point. I knew she was hurting from thinking I let her go because of her kid and I needed to let her know it was a big misunderstanding.

"Jessica, listen." She turned and looked at me, taking a sip of her vodka drink. "The last time I saw you, I had such a great time with you. I thought we hit it off well. But when we were leaving, I..." 

"Stop," she said. "It's okay." I could tell she was feeling disappointed.

"No, you don't understand. I put you in that cab and left because I was sick. Do you remember buying me that huge drink right before we left? You wanted to leave almost immediately after getting them so I chugged mine. I was feeling so bad I knew there was no way I could go home with you."

Her expression began to change slightly and she looked at me with a cautious stare.

"Are you serious?" 

"Yes I'm serious! I wanted to go home with you so bad but I was not feeling good at all."

She looked at me straight on now. "I thought you were leaving me because I had a daughter," she exclaimed.

"I know, I know you did. And it's been eating at me for the past two weeks now. I didn't get your number before you left and it's all I've been thinking about. It has bothered me to no end because I enjoyed being with you so much that night and I didn't get to tell you the truth. I was embarrassed because I got sick. I just went home and crashed and I didn't realize until the next day what you must have been thinking. I am so sorry."

Her eyes lit up and that gorgeous smile began to creep back across her face. I put my hand on her waist, pulled her close to me and whispered in her ear. "I don't care if you have a child or three for that matter. I had a great time with you, and I'd love to finish what we started that night." I gave her a long kiss on her neck right below her ear. She exhaled and bent her head towards mine and pulled my head closer to hers.

"Well, then lets get out of here."

I pulled back and looked at her and saw a raw hunger in her eyes that spoke volumes. I don't think I've ever closed a tab so fast before. I grabbed Jessica's hand and led her back out front to the waiting line of cabs. Opening the door for her, I caught a glimpse of her black thong poking out from her jeans as she got in and I gave her a quick smack on her tight ass. She looked back at me with the evilest grin and winked.

"Take 14th to Lakeland and make a right," she barked to the driver. As we pulled away, she slid right up next to me and put her hand on my leg just above my knee and squeezed. It sent shock waves up my leg. Instinctively I put my arm around her neck and pulled her closer to me. She turned and began softly kissing my jaw and upper neck. 

I could feel her body getting warmer as she progressed. With one swift motion, she threw her knee over my lap and strattled me in the cab. She grabbed my face in both her hands and began kissing me hard, as if she hadn't been kissed in a really long time, which I knew she hadn't. Her tongue explored my mouth with an urgency and she playfully sucked on my lower lip.

I slid my hands over her perfectly taught ass and up her hips, pulling her into me harder and kissed her back. In the rear view I could see expressionless face of the cab driver. I guess he had seen his share of over-served customers making out in his back seat.

Jessica thrust herself harder against the growing bulge in my jeans. I knew she could feel it. She reached down and adjusted my cock so that she could feel the fullness of it against her. She let out a soft sigh as she grinded slowly against me.

Finally making it to her home, I threw the cabbie a ten and we stumbled towards her door and walked inside.

"Shhh," she said. "I have to pay the babysitter first. Go in there and wait for me." She pointed towards the living room and I obeyed, after briefly saying hello to the sitter.

Jessica took her into the office and I could hear mumbling and papers being shuffled. She had a beautiful home, a spacious living room and I took a seat on the couch. After a few minutes she emerged from the office, said goodbye to the sitter and shut and locked the door.

I stood up and walked towards her and met her halfway across the living room. I grabbed her with both my arms and pulled her as tight to me as I could. She felt so small in my grasp. I ran my hands up and down the length of her back. I gripped her ass and lifted her slightly, pulling her up and towards me some more. She kissed me fervently and sucked on my tongue. I left her soft, hot lips and made my way down the side of her neck and directly to her shoulders where I kissed and sucked and bit slightly. She let out a half sigh and pulled away.

"Come on, lets go upstairs. Now." We turned off all the lights and started to make our way upstairs.

We both were a little drunk and were trying to be as quiet as possible. She led the way up the stairs and I held on to on of her belt loops, exposing her thong again and the top of her ass.

Barely making it inside her room, we tore at each other again. Jessica immediately began removing her shirt and I helped lift it over her head. As soon as it was gone our lips found each other again. She tasted so wonderful. I looked down at her as I began unbuttoning her jeans. Her breasts were held firmly in place by a black lace bra. I buried my face in her perfect cleavage and began and kissing her breasts lightly. She let out a soft moan and pulled my head deeper into her cleavage, running her fingers through my hair.

I unzipped her jeans and ran my thumbs around the waistband and began to lower them. Her ass was so tight and perfect, she had to wriggle a little, shifting her hips from side to side, so I could get them over her cheeks. As they hit the floor in a halo around her feet I looked at her for a long time, soaking her gorgeous body in. Her body was absolutely mesmerizing. She had on a matching black lace thong that barely covered her. It had thin spaghetti straps that dug into her hips as they disappeared behind her into a T-back. 

I couldn't wait any longer. The look on her face said everything I already knew. She was desperate to love and be loved. She had been neglected for so long, every time I touched her she jumped a little as if it was the first time. For so long she had not been taken care of by the one person who had promised to do so. Jessica had so much to give and no one to take it. Not anymore. She had so much energy coursing through her that she was almost shaking. 

I pulled her body to mine and we fell on her king size bed together. My hands roamed her entire body as we kissed passionately. She was breathing heavily and tearing at my belt and jeans. I reached down and helped her, kicking them off the bed and climbed on top of her. I was almost tearing through my boxers at this point.

She opened her legs for me to lay between them and then wrapped them around my waist. I pressed my fully hard cock against her warm center and could feel her heat radiating out. She gasped a little as I slowly began to rub my erection on her through her panties. I made my way down to her breast, her nipples poking straight through the black lace. Slowly I pulled the material to the side and began making gentle circles around her nipple with my tongue. 

She threw her head back and moaned gently as I sucked on her nipple until it was standing straight out. I deftly slid my hand under her back and with one snap unclasped her bra. She sat up a bit and shifted her shoulders out of it and took her breasts in her own hands, pushing them together as she licked her lips.

I made my way slowly down into her cleavage and up on to her other nipple as I squeezed the first on, still wet and slick from my mouth.

"Oh my god, I think my nipples are directly connected to my vagina," she said with a smile, eyes still closed. She began rubbing her warm, panty-clad center up and down my shaft as I teased her nipples some more.

Finally she couldn't take it anymore. She thrust her hips up in the air and slid her panties off. As she pressed her warm pussy against me, I could feel her wetness soak my boxers and her warmth radiate over my cock. I reached down and pushed my boxers down to my ankles and kicked them off. Almost immediately she reached down and grabbed me fully with both hands.

"Damn, you're huge. Do you know how big you are?" she said breathlessly. She tried to put me inside her, but I backed off, just rubbing my tip along her hot sex, up and down, as she moaned and tried to scoot down so I would enter her.

"Not yet, baby," I said. "I have plans for you." She giggled a little, still writhing underneath me.

I began kissing her stomach, making slow circles around her belly button until I made my way to the top of her pubic hair, which was trimmed nicely in a one-inch strip. I kissed her lightly in the very corner of her leg, making sure not to get to close to her sex just yet. She arched her back slightly and let out a deep breath as I kissed slowly up her inner thigh.

I rubbed my hands softly over her flat tummy, which was already starting to bead with sweat. Bringing my hands down, I placed them on opposite sides of her pussy, and drew them outward along her inner thighs.

She was so beautiful down there. Everything was small and neat and tucked nicely away like perfect little package. I could smell her sex and it made me harder than ever. I wanted to take her so bad, but my favorite part was just about to begin. I nibbled her a little more along her inner thighs and slowly made my way towards her warm center. She was jerking her ass and hips back and forth, as if begging to be fulfilled.


I lowered my face down and began outlining the outer folds of her soft lips with just the tip of my tongue. Instantly she let out a moan and reached her hips up farther for more. I spread her legs as wide as they would allow me to and softly kissed her around her opening. I traced my tongue lightly over the top of her creases which were already slick and warm with her juices. I gently kissed her clit, lightly flicking it with my tongue, then taking it into my mouth. "Oh God," she let out. "Oh my God that feels so good."

I sucked delicately on her clit and felt it swell in my mouth. Releasing it, I began to kiss all the way down her sweet folds to the bottom and then back to the top again. By this point she was so wet I couldn't take it anymore, and neither could she. 


I used my tongue to lick from bottom to top along her outer lips, on both sides separating her inner lips from the outer ones. She was so soft and delicate down there. I could tell this part of her hadn't been paid much attention to in quite some time, at least not by someone else.

She moaned again and continued to feed me herself by lifting her hips up towards me. I used my thumb and forefinger to spread her pink lips apart softly and began to kiss her on the inside. I put my entire mouth over her, pushed my tongue inside her and gave her the longest, deepest French kiss I could. She tasted so wonderful, it felt as if I could not get my tongue deep enough inside her to taste all of her. Her sweet juices ran down my chin. I licked the inside walls of her and up towards her clit. I took each lip in my mouth and kissed it separately, gently tugging at it until it pulled back and folded over, then I would do it again. 




Starting Over



It all started my first year of teaching. I was teaching freshman science, and I was a thousand miles from where I grew up. I'd moved to Texas knowing nobody in the state, but the principal I'd interviewed with, and having only met him once.

One curious thing I hadn't expected was how much teachers drink. It seemed there was a happy hour every Friday. Going to the happy hours caused me to fall in with the coaches. It didn't take me long to develop a huge crush on Terri, the freshman volleyball coach/biology teacher. She was 29, with sandy blonde hair that cascaded down her back, blue eyes, and a body to stop traffic. She was also, unfortunately, married. 

It didn't help that she spent the bulk of our conference period most days in my classroom. She'd help me out with the issues of being a new teacher, and I listened to her vent about whatever her asshole husband was doing. 

It all came to a head the week after Thanksgiving, when he announced that he was leaving her for his secretary. It was a miserable few weeks for her, until winter break. Corralling her at the faculty Christmas party pretty much meant I wasn't drinking, so when it came time to go, I was able to deliver her and a couple of the other coaches safely home. She ended up the last one to be dropped off, and only barely able to find her way her front door. 

As I helped her to her door, found her keys for her, and opened the door, she finally stood up straight, under her own power, and hugged me close. "You're such a sweet guy." Before I could respond, she grabbed me by the head and kissed me. I was instantly hard and almost fell down because of the shock. When I could think, my first thought was, "She's still a married woman! I shouldn't be doing this." My second thought was, "SHUT UP!" followed closely by, "Wow! Her tits are fantastic."

I have no idea how long we stood there kissing, but it was, and still is, the longest single kiss of my life. We stopped kissing long enough for her to say, "I really don't want to be alone right now. Can you stay a while?" 

Of course, I agreed. 

"Good," she responded, besides, I don't think you can drive in your condition." As she briefly kissed me again, I caught on to her meaning, realizing that she had her stomach pressed against my hard-on. 

As we moved into the living room, she pointed me to the couch and excused herself to the bedroom. By the time she came back, I'd managed to will my hard-on to go down by thinking about hockey. When she came back, so did it. Though she was wearing a baggy t-shirt and flannel pants, she was clearly not wearing a bra, and seemed to be as excited as I was. She curled up next to me on the couch, kissed me again before killing me. "I really want to have sex with you, but that's probably not such a good idea right now. Is that okay?" Kissing me after I told her it was okay didn't help much either. 

Long story short, we built a fire in the fireplace, laid out some blankets in front of it, and snuggled up. She found a pair of her soon-to-be-ex-husband's sweat pants for me to wear before she snuggled her beautiful ass up to my crotch and went to sleep.

It took me a while to get to sleep, but I couldn't have been asleep long when I woke up to her almost silent crying. The fire was burning lower, but not down to coals yet. I also realized that the way she was clutching my arms around her filled my hand with the most fantastic tit I'd ever felt. Not thinking of what else I could do, I squeezed my arms tighter around her. I fully expected her to pull my hand away, but I wasn't expecting her to turn around, roll me onto my back and straddled me. As we kissed, we worked our way out of our clothes and she treated me to my first view of her incredible body. Amazingly, it wasn't the beautiful, huge tits with areolas the size of silver dollars that turned me on so much. It wasn't the neatly trimmed bush, or silky thighs that drew my attention. For the first time in the months I'd know her she had her flowing blonde hair down around her shoulders instead of pulled back somehow. 

Before she could mount up, I pulled her down to kiss her. As I held her naked body, I whispered into her ear, "Are you sure?" We both gasped as she slid onto me. As much as I wanted to grope her, it was all I could do to just lie there and let her set the pace. If I did anything else I would have exploded inside her much faster than I did. 

I managed to resist caressing her beautiful breasts, which were far more incredible than I'd ever imagined. The size of cantaloupes, they bounced and swayed, defying gravity, as she rode me until I filled her with several months of frustration. By some miracle, or maybe because of how horny she'd made me all year, I managed to stay hard. As she worked herself into her first orgasm, I just held her by the hips, enjoyed the view, and prayed it wasn't a dream. 

She continued riding me and I finally started moving my hands. While I explored the beautiful ass that I'd wanted to squeeze since forever, Terri leaned down and kissed me. As she finally broke the sloppy kiss, and began to sit up, I slid my hands forward and cupped the tits that had been in my dreams for months. We continued like that until she had her second orgasm and collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. I held her until she finally spoke. "Fuck me. Please."

Rolling her onto her back, I fucked her hard in the firelight. Having already come inside her once, I was ready to last. While on top, she'd only made gasping noises and a quiet moan as she came. As I pounded her, it was much louder. If we'd been in my apartment, she'd have entertained the whole complex, as loud as she was. As she grunted and moaned into her third orgasm, I felt that familiar pressure rising, and just as I was thinking I should slow down so I could make sure to finish her off, she began screaming and bucking her hips against me. All I could do was keep pumping and which kept her screaming until I started shooting another load inside her. When I finally collapsed on top of her, she kissed me again gently and lovingly until I was finally able to roll off of her.

I awoke the next morning holding the angel of my dreams who was crying again. I leaned up, kissed her on the cheek, and held her until she was done. Finally she spoke. "Thank you for staying."

"You're welcome." I was too dumb to leave it at that. "You okay?"

"No." 

"Anything I can do?"

"Haven't you done enough?"

Not dumb enough to keep going, I just shut up and didn't let go.

After a while, I asked her, "You want me to take you back to your car?" 

"It's never going to be the same again."

Again, too dumb to shut up. "Your car?"

"No, us. We shouldn't have slept together. I'm sorry."

"Don't be." I relaxed my arms around her and sat up halfway, and leaned over her. I managed to look her directly in the eye and ignore the beautiful naked body in front of me. "I've wanted to do that for a long time." Staring into her lovely eyes I asked, "Can I kiss you again?"

Smirking, she leaned up. "Funny question after last night." We kissed softly, lying naked on the floor. Before long, she felt my reaction pressing against her thigh.

Breaking the kiss, Terri said, "We really shouldn't." She didn't sound convinced.

"We shouldn't have last night." I continued kissing her.

"I'm not having sex with you on the floor in the middle of the living room again." Sitting up, she continued, "Let's go to the bedroom."

As we stood up and walked to the bedroom, I took her by the hand and spun her around in the morning sunlight.

"What are you doing?" Terri looked confused. Beautiful and naked, but confused. 

"I've been fantasizing about what you looked like naked all year. Don't wanna miss my chance."

"Well, get an eyeful then." She smiled raised her hands up, turned fully around once and walked to the bedroom. 

I followed her and watched as she climbed onto the bed, laid back and opened her legs. Walking to the foot of the bed, I climbed onto the bed between her legs, crawled on top of her and started kissing her again. I could feel my dick rubbing against her crotch and as her hips started to move against me, I kissed down her neck, stopping at her tits, I kissed each of her nipples, and worked my tongue around each of them as she squirmed under me until they were ready to cut glass. 

Kissing my way down her belly, I let the tip of my tongue run through he closely cropped blonde hair. As I slipped into her, and savored her tangy pussy, she arched her back and moaned loudly. Finding her clit, I focused on it until she started bucking under my face. Climbing up, I kissed her and slipped into her sopping pussy. She immediately hooked her ankles behind my ass and held me inside her. When she finally let go, I slowly started working myself in and out. Suddenly inspired, I grabbed her ankle and guide her onto her knees. Try as I might, I didn't manage to stay inside her and as soon as I touched her lips with my dick, she slammed her butt back, impaling herself on my dick.

Kneeling behind her, with my dick disappearing beneath the ass of my dreams, I grabbed Terri by the hips and fucked for all I was worth. Slamming my hips into her ass was apparently just the thing to help send her over the edge again into the loudest orgasm I'd ever heard. As she collapsed onto the bed under me, I was so worked up I straddled her ass and kept fucking until I filled her pussy. Exhausted, I flopped down on top of her and nearly passed out. 

When we could walk again, we got in the shower and I took my time soaping up every inch of her beautiful body. When I stood up from washing her legs and my hard-on bumped into her ass, she turned around and put her hands up. "Oh no! Keep that thing to yourself. I haven't been this sore since I lost my cherry." 

I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just kissed her again. After I finished washing her, she returned the favor, saving my dick for last. Once she had my dick rinsed, she dropped to her knees and gave me a blowjob that wound up with me nearly collapsing in a heap in the shower. 

As I drove her back to where she left her car, Terri informed me that it could only be a one-time thing. She didn't wasn't ready to start a relationship. She needed time to recover. As much as I wanted her, I just told her to call me if she needed anything. With a quick kiss, she climbed into her Jeep and drove away.



Starting Over



It was my first time visiting the gym down the street after moving into my new apartment just a couple of weeks ago but I was ready to make a new start, put the old life, the old guy, into the forgotten place in my memory. I dressed in a short halter top and my favorite black workout pants, knowing how stunning I look in that outfit and hoping to catch the wandering eyes of a few men admiring my shape as I worked out, pretending to be unaware of their stares, and it worked. As I jogged a steady pace on the treadmill, men all around were watching my full breasts pump back and forth, my hips rocking in perfect rhythm with each step I took. Their glances weren't hard to miss and I made sure to give them a good show, even playfully winking across the room, hoping one of them would have the courage to speak to me. I was here to put my old life behind me and that's exactly what I planned on doing. It had been too long since my last date, since my last fuck...

An hour later I stepped off the treadmill, disappointed that most of the men had left and I still had no prospects for a date anytime soon. I gathered my things and headed to the locker room to shower, resolving in my mind that the next time, I would be the one to initiate. If a man can't be bold enough to make it happen then I need to control my own destiny. I wandered into the locker room not really noticing my surroundings as I headed to the wall with my locker and began to remove my clothing. The sound of the water running from the showers was inviting to my sore muscles and it was all I could think about as I tried to push out the images in my mind of a man's hands on my body...

It was only then that I realized I was being watched by a tall, attractive man on the other side of the room. In my surprise, I forgot that I was naked and turned only to then realize what I had missed before, the sign on the door... MEN. 

I blushed a crimson shade and began fumbling around for my clothing. The man smiled at me and said softly, "It's ok sweetheart we aren't going to hurt you." Momentarily confused by his use of "we" I glanced around the room and realized only then that there were 2 other men in the showers. A quick glance downward revealed 3 very hard cocks. I smiled, biting my lip as the blood rushed to my clit at the sight of 3 muscular, gorgeous men, all with hard cocks from watching me undress. I dropped the towel I was holding and made a bold step towards the man by the door. With no resistance from him I pressed my lips into his, my leg wrapping around his as he kissed me, his cock throbbing against my leg. His hands went to my ass squeezing it hard making my already aching pussy want him even more. I dropped to my knees in front of him, my eyes taking in the beauty of his long, thick cock as I pressed my mouth to it tasting the flesh of a stranger . He pressed his hand to the back of my head and pushed his cock between my lips. 

My tongue wrapped around the base as I pulled him in deeper. He groaned loud as the full length disappeared into my mouth, thrusting himself in and out, fucking my mouth with hard, methodical rhythm. I then felt a second set of hands on my back and moaned with the realization one of the men from the showers was touching me, his fingers sliding down my back to the crack of my ass. He spread my ass cheeks with his fingers as he slid down to my already soaking wet pussy, easily sliding his fingers into me. I sucked harder on the cock in my mouth as he fucked my tight hole with what felt like 3 fingers. I moaned and whined as I approached orgasm, the pure thrill of pleasuring these strangers bringing me to new levels of ecstasy. 

I didn't think I could take any more, my throbbing clit already overly sensitive with multiple orgasms and aching to have a cock inside of me still, when I noticed the other man standing close by. I watched him stroking his fat cock as he watched the 3 strangers pleasure each other. I motioned for him to come closer and released the cock from my mouth, continuing to stroke him while I took the other cock to my lips. All 3 men were groaning, watching as I sucked another cock. The first man instructed me to lie down and I was more than eager to please. I rolled over on my back as man number 2 positioned himself between my thighs, spreading them wide with his hands as he buried his face into my wet cunt. His tongue flicked at my clit as I came again giving him a mouthful. Another set of fingers pinched at my nipples and clit as his cock penetrated me. He lifted my legs over his broad shoulders, fucking me hard as I continued to stroke the cock in my hand until he groaned squirting his load all over my tits. I was high on lust, cumming over and over. 

The guy fucking me pulled out and gripped his cock tightly in his hand and with just a few pumps he was squirting a load of hot cum all over my stomach, a look of satisfaction on his face as he moved away from me, motioning the last guy to take his place. He obliged, flipping me over to my knees and ramming his hard cock into my still wet and eager pussy as the other men watched he bucked against me causing me to scream out as I continued to gush my own cum all over his cock. His finger penetrated my tight ass as he fucked me, making me cum again and again. He leaned down into my ear and asked if I had enough. A nod was all I could manage as he pulled his cock out of my pussy, teasing my ass with it for a moment before I felt a load of hot cum spraying against my back and ass. I collapsed in a pile on the floor kissing each of my lovers as they laid with me. For several minutes we laid like that, breathless and speechless, caressing and kissing one another until I stood, moving toward the shower, inviting them to come in to the steamy water with me where we took turns soaping each other's bodies until one by one they left. 

I waved to the receptionist as I made my way out into the warm air, realizing only then that I never got the names of the 3 men in the locker room. Next time, I thought as I smiled to myself and walked back to my new apartment...my new life.



Starting Over: A Love Story



Very little sex in this story. Thanks goes to 'Techsan' for editing this story.

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I just got through reading an erotic story on line about a double standard. It was about a man who cheated on his wife but wanted her to forgive him. But when the tables were turned and she had an affair he couldn't forgive her. Damn, I wonder how many guys felt that way? I started thinking about my views and how I felt. Here I was twenty seven years old, single, considered good looking according to my past dates. Then I realized that I was one of these 'Double Standard' guys the author was talking about.

I have dated ever since I was a teenager. I had my share of sex and it was good, sometimes really good. I really cared for a number of these women who were all good looking, most had decent personalities, all were single or divorced. They were all hard working women and I almost always enjoyed their company. All my dates were more than one night affairs. I probably dated these women for months at a time. I know I got serious about a number of them. What happened? Why was I still single? Most of the women I dated would have made good companions. A few had children from their previous marriages. I do have to say they were all good decent woman.

Then it dawned on me. It was me. I had the double standard that the author talked about. Deep down I guess I didn't want to marry a woman who had been with another man. I wanted a virgin. I was willing to date these women and have sex with them but when it was time for commitment I always back away knowing they had been with other men. Damn! I didn't like being this person. I was two-faced and it began to bother me.

My parents, God bless them, were always worried about me not finding the right woman. They probably fixed me up with a half a dozen dates, everyone of them a knockout. They would be so happy that I was dating these women. After a few months we would each go our own way. In most cases we remained friends. I just couldn't tell my parents about my hang up, that I had a double standard. Hell, I didn't know it myself until after reading that stupid story.

My parents were throwing another cookout at their house. My sister, Nita, showed up with her clan of five kids and my other sister, Cindy, was there with her husband and two kids.. Bob, my younger brother, showed up with his wife, Barbara, who I had dated in the past. She was pregnant with their second child. They seemed so happy together. I always felt a bit uncomfortable around Barbara knowing I had slept with her and she ended up marrying my younger brother. Luckily he didn't have my hangup and ended up with a really wonderful woman.

I liked kids a lot. I had to since I was always surrounded by nieces and nephews every time we had a family get together. The nice part was I enjoyed the kids but then at the end of the night they always returned to the fold and I had my peace and quite. It worked for me. Not everyone needed to be married.

My parents said they had a surprise for me. I said. "Okay, mom, who is it this time?" as I smiled.

She went in the house and brought out a guest. "Do you remember Kathy who used to live next door?" My mom was really smiling.

How could I ever forget Kathy? She was my childhood sweetheart from about age six to age fourteen. Then her mom died and she and her dad moved away. I was remembering back when she had left. I felt so bad. I was just a kid who lost his girlfriend. I remembered how we would kiss and she would let me touch her boobs. We never had sex, we were just too young. We always said that someday we would get married and have a family. We always argued what we would name our kids. She wanted two kids, Bart and Sarah, I wanted two also, Jacob and Mary. I always liked biblical names. I had heard that she had gotten married about five years ago. I remember mom telling me and I took it kind of hard. Funny, isn't it. You have these dreams as a kid and they seem to stay with you forever. Like they just sit on the back burner of your mind. Never to be fulfilled.

I believe that's why when we get older we want to buy our kids, in my case nieces and nephews, the same toys and games we had when we were young. Or go to the candy counter and get our old favorites, mary janes, blackjacks, squirrels, juju bees, I could go on and on but that was our childhood candy. Then you think back about your favorite car that you never did get or you wrecked it like I did mine. Always thinking someday I wish I could afford to buy one just like it. That's how I always thought about Kathy. She was always there in the back recesses of my mind. 

Mom brought out Kathy. It was so good to see her. It brought back the old memories. I hugged her, she felt so good. She was a little heavier than I remembered but was still so pretty, now beautiful. She sure filled out as a woman. She smiled at me and had tears in her eyes as did I. God, it was so good to see her again. I asked her about her husband.

She said, "He was killed in Iraq last year. He was a good man and you would have liked him. He was so much like the way I remembered you."

I apologized for not knowing and told her how sorry I was for her. 

She then introduced me to her two kids. She looked at me and said, "This is Jacob who is four." He held out his little hand for me to shake. "And this is my precious little girl, Mary, who is three."

My God, she picked the names I had chosen. I was ready to cry but did my best to hold back. Little Mary, who was hardly able to walk, grabbed my leg. I picked her up and gave her a little hug. She looked just like her mother. She gave me a little peck on the cheek and said, "Dada". Kathy said, "I'm sorry, she doesn't know too many words and dada is one of the first they learn."

I said, "Please don't apologize for that. It was nice to even hear her say it." We walked over to the patio table and just talked. I looked up at mom standing over by the door. She had her hands together under her chin as though she was praying. I could see tears of joy in her eyes. That was my mom. The old matchmaker.

Kathy said that after her husband had died she wasn't sure where to go. She remembered the old neighborhood and how much she loved it growing up here and decided to move back here to raise her children. She was able to buy a house about a block away next to the park we used to play in. She said she knew the kids would love it as they grew up. She stopped by to see if mom still lived here. She always like my mom. That was when mom invited her to the family cookout.

I told her I had an apartment across town. It wasn't homey but was good enough for a single guy. If she wanted, she could bring the kids over some day and we could use the pool. That was one of the perks of having the apartment. I could register her name with housekeeping and she could bring the kids anytime to swim. She said she would love to and would probably take me up on the offer.

My sisters both came over to see Kathy and the kids. They were doing their girly things, hugs and kisses and all. I got up and took a breather. I had to decide if I should ask her out. The childhood thoughts were still with me. I loved her as a kid and I probably could love her now. But she was a widow with two kids to raise. I wanted to date her but was afraid of maybe building up her hopes. What to do, what to do? I needed to think on this.

I know I wanted to see her again and she gave me her address and phone number. While we were talking mom came over and offered her babysitting services to Kathy if she ever needed one. I know mom wanted to see us together. I just didn't know if it would happen to the extent of marriage.

As I said goodnight to everyone I gave Kathy a kiss on the cheek. She just smiled and said how nice it was to see me again. Jacob came over to shake my hand good bye. He said. "Boys don't kiss boys". Then I picked up little Mary and gave her a big hug. She hugged me back and said "Dada" again. I smiled and handed her to Kathy.

I owned my own independent insurance agency. I was the only agent and had two office girls to help take care of business. One was also licensed to sell insurance so she was allowed to sign legal documents. Business was good and I made a very good living being my own boss.

Mom called me at the office and told me Kathy stopped by the house to thank her for inviting her to the party. She was glad to see everyone again, especially me. Mom then asked what I thought of Kathy? I told her she was just like I remembered, a beautiful girl and a great personality. Mom then told me that Kathy's father had died of a heart attack about three and a half years ago and then lost her husband last year. She was an only child so she was pretty much alone in the world. Then mom surprised me. She said, "Gary, please don't mislead her. She has had a very rough life and deserves better." I was stunned and asked my mother why she thought I would use Kathy?

"Well, Gary, you have dated for years now and we know a lot of the women got their hopes up and then nothing ever materialized. I would hate to see Kathy hurt. If you date her, just be totally honest with her. That's all I ask."

"I promise, mom, the last person I would want to hurt on God's green earth is Kathy." Then I had to ask mom a question. "Mom, did Kathy say why she named her kids Jacob and Mary? Did she say anything about it?"

"Well, Gary, I did say that they were good biblical names and Kathy said a very good friend suggested those names to her many years ago. Why do you ask, Gary?"

"No reason, mom. I just thought they were pretty names." I didn't know what to think about that. I would have to ask her why.

After I hung up the phone, June, my office gal who was married and about seven months pregnant, asked if she could talk with me. She came in and said she had seen her doctor and he told her she should stay off her feet more. She wanted to know if she could work part time during the rest of her pregnancy. She didn't want to leave me with no office help at all. I told her that would be fine, that I would find someone to help her with her bookkeeping and billing duties.

I was wondering if Kathy could use a job? Maybe I'd stop by and see if she might be interested. I sure would like to help her out if possible.

After work I drove straight over to Kathy's house. It was like I was driven from inside to go there. Kathy answered the door and said, "Oh, my God, I didn't know you were coming. Look at me, I'm a mess and the house is a mess."

I just blurted out and said, "It's okay, Kathy, you look beautiful with peanut butter and jelly on your blouse and your hair the way it is." It was combed but just kind of hanging there. Kathy looked at me but didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She invited me in and offered me something to drink. I told her I'd take some of whatever she was having so she laughed and handed me a glass of milk. She was just so much fun. Just like I remembered. She asked me what brought me to her neck of the woods and I told her the truth. I didn't know but seeing I was there I had a couple of things I would like to talk over with her.

I told her I know that it was personal but how was she doing financially? She said she got a death pension from her husband being killed and she received social security. Things were tight but she could survive. I asked her if she wanted a job. She looked up at me and said, "I'd love one but I'm going to be here for my kids. We may not have money, but I can give them love. That's much more important." She was right, she put her kids first. To bad more women didn't think that way.

I then asked, "How about a part time job that you can do at home? I have an office girl who can only work part time and I need someone who can operate a computer and do billing. What do you say?" 

"I know how to do billing, I did it before the kids were born. But, Gary, I don't own a computer. I had to sell it when we moved."

"Boy, you drive a hard bargain. I'll buy you a computer, set in up for you in your living room, so you can do billing for me when your kids are sleeping. Just don't put peanut butter on my statements," as I laughed. "Is it a deal?"

"Only if you answer one question honestly for me. Why are you really doing this, Gary?"

"Well, Kathy, I really do need the work done. But mostly so I can have a reason to come over and see you without making excuses. That's as honest as I can get."

She came over to me said, "I'll take the job and we'll seal it with a kiss." She put her hands around my neck and kissed me gently on the mouth, not once but twice. It felt good, really good. She backed away and said it had been so long since she was kissed liked that.

I had to change the subject so I asked her if she wanted to go out and have dinner? She said, "Not tonight. It would take too long to get ready and getting the kids ready would be a chore." Then she asked me if I wanted to stay and eat with her and the kids. She would love the company.

I said, "Wow, a home cooked meal. I only get that at mom's. What are we having?"

She laughed again and said, "The kids favorite. Hot dogs and maccaroni and cheese." God, she was so much fun to be around. I told her I would love to have dinner with her and the kids. She got up and said that while she got it ready I could baby-sit. 

"Baby-sit. Me baby-sit. You've got to be kidding." 

She just laughed and said, "Just talk to them. They love people," as I sat down on the couch. After moving a half dozen toys and sitting on a truck little Mary came staggering over to me saying, "dada." I picked her up and hugged her. You couldn't help loving her, I don't care whose kid she was. She was just so darn sweet. She would sit in my lap and I guess she was talking. Mostly a bunch of mumbo jumbo but it sounded so cool. I just had to laugh.

Then Jacob came over and asked me if I loved his mother? God, out of the mouths of babes. I started to answer when Kathy came in and told Jacob that's not the kind of thing you ask guests.

He said, "But mom you said last night that you. . . " Kathy cut him off it mid-sentence and said to him, "We'll talk about it later," but she did give him a loving hug. What I wouldn't give to hear the rest of his answer. I guess it will have to wait.

We all sat around the table and ate our hot dogs and macaroni and cheese. It was almost like a family eating dinner together. After we got done eating, I told Kathy that I had business to attend to so I had to say my good-byes for the night. When I hugged and kissed little Mary, I got my usual dada message. Kathy laughed every time Mary said it. 

Then Jacob came up to me to give me his handshake. He looked at me and said, "Sir, what should I call you? I know Mary calls you dada but she doesn't know any better. You see our daddy got killed last year protecting us against the bad guys but Mary doesn't know it yet."

I just had to hug the young boy. He was only four and had already lost his father. I told him it was okay for friends to hug even if both were boys, and that for now he could call me Uncle Gary.

He looked at me and said, "I like you, Uncle Gary, and so does my mom." I looked up and saw Kathy with a tear in her eyes as she quickly turned away. I said, "Jake, is it alright to call you Jake?"

He said, "Sure, Uncle Gary, it sounds like a big guy's name."

"Well, Jake, how about me and you taking your mom and Mary out for dinner tomorrow? You pick the place and I'll pay for it."

"Wow, that's so neat." He ran up to little Mary and said, "Mary, me and Uncle Gary are taking you and mom to McDonald's for dinner tomorrow, we get to play in their playground." They both starting jumping up and down, Mary was just doing what her brother was doing. Kathy, on the other hand, was just laughing.

"Well, Kathy, is it a date?" I asked

"Do I need to dress up or can I dress casually?"

I looked at her, she even looked good all rumpled. "You may dress casual for tomorrow's dinner but you have to dress up for our date Saturday. I'll ask mom to watch the kids." Then I left wondering what I was getting myself into.

The next day I went to the computer store and picked up a laptop for Kathy. I also got a printer so she would be able to do the billing. I had April, my licensed office help, take everything she needed over to Kathy's and help set it up and explain how our billing program worked. I figured it would be better than me trying to explain the office stuff.

I called my mom and asked her about watching Kathy's kids Saturday. She said she would love to but for me to remember our little talk. I called Kathy and asked, "Has April arrived and set up the billing system for you?"

She said, "April is a wiz. She had everything set up and is already showing me test runs on the billing system. She is a great instructor and you are lucky to have her in the office."

I agreed with Kathy, "April is a great asset to the agency." I was thinking of making her a full time licensed agent where she could do outside sales if necessary.

I mentioned to Kathy that mom would baby-sit Saturday for her and that I would see her and the kids tonight for our dinner at McDonalds.

When I arrived the kids were so happy. You could tell they didn't get to go out very often. We went in and Jake asked if he could order for himself? We said sure but the counter help wasn't overly pleased. We all got our food and sat down. Kathy and I actually talked about her business duties while the kids were busy playing on the playground equipment. When we got back to the house Jake said, "Thank you, Uncle Gary, that was really fun. Can we do it again? Can we, huh?"

I said, "Sure, little buddy, we can do it lots of times." Then he hugged me. Of course little Mary saw him hug me and she always did what her brother did so she hugged me also. I gave Kathy a peck on the lips and then said my good-byes for the night.

I arrived Saturday to pick Kathy up. She had already taken the kids to mom's house. She looked fantastic. She only stood around 5'1". I have no idea what she weighed. She had probably 36B boobs. I really don't know much about size. All I knew was in my eyes she was one beautiful creature. She asked me for one favor before we left. She asked me if I would kiss her one time and then hold her for at least thirty seconds. I thought it a bit odd but would never turn it down.

She kissed me passionately but only one time. Then I held her for much longer then a minute. She was shuddering and I held her till she felt calm again. She said she wanted to do that ever since she saw me at mom's. It was just something she needed to do. I told her anytime she needed to be kissed or hugged to please give me a call. I knew there was more to it and would probably find out what it was eventually.

We went out and had a great time. We had an elegant dinner at one of the best restaurants where I could get reservations. We went into the lounge and had wine to drink while listening to the music. We danced a couple of slow dances as I held her close. God, I could hold her forever.

She said she needed to talk to me when we got back to the house. She looked a little nervous but said it was extremely important to her. We stopped by mom's and picked up two sleeping little children. We laid them gently on the back seat and I drove everyone home. After putting the children to bed and changing into something more comfortable. Kathy came back out to talk to me. More comfortable meant pajamas and a robe, but she even looked good to me in that.

As we sat on the couch talking, things became more serious. I kissed her gently and she kissed me back. I wanted to hold her. She told me, "We need to talk. Things are beginning to get serious between us but you need to know things about me and how I feel."

She looked at me teary-eyed and said, "Please don't interrupt me because it has taken a lot of courage for me to tell you what I'm about to say."




Starting Over: A Love Story



I was very nervous, I had no idea what to expect. My feelings for her were very strong so I held her hands in mine and listened to her story.

She began, "As you know after my mother died, dad and I moved away. I had a lot of trouble adjusting and was always down in the dumps. I began to gain weight. I was a pretty heavy teenager so I really wasn't into the dating scene. I think the only guys that I dated just wanted in my pants. It didn't happen. I couldn't just have sex. That wasn't part of my makeup, poor or not. I always thought of you and the talks we had when we were kids. About how we were going to save ourselves for each other, get married and have a family."

"After graduating from high school, I went to a community college. I started feeling better about myself and joined a weight class and started losing weight. I found that my eating was caused by my depression. I started a new job and was making a life for myself and dad. I still lived at home at the time. Dad wasn't in the best of health and we lived on his disability checks and my income from working at the office."

She stopped for a minute just to look and see if I was really listening. I knew this was important to her.

She continued, "One day as I was leaving the building and headed to the parking lot, I was attacked. Two men tried to rape me. They had most of my clothes torn off," she began to cry," and were beating on me. I was screaming, kicking and yelling as I was fighting back. That's when Don, who became my future husband, came to my rescue. It wasn't as much him beating them up as them being caught in the act. My screaming attracted attention. Don was the first one there. The would-be rapists saw him and ran. The police caught them and they were eventually tried for attempted rape and are now incarcerated. Don took off his jacket and covered me. He stayed until the paramedics arrived. I was taken to the hospital and was taken care of and then released."

She stopped for a moment and got a glass of water before continuing. "Don came by the hospital to see if I was alright. That is really the first time I met him. I thanked him for being there and for helping me in the garage situation. I don't know what I would have done if he didn't show up. I almost felt an obligation to him. He worked in the recruiting office for the military and was in the same building that my office was in. We began dating. He was a good man. He did take my virginity. Shortly after, he asked me to marry him. I cared for him a lot, in a sense I loved him. Not in an exciting man-of-my-dreams way. But as a caring loving individual."

"We got married and about ten months later Jacob was born. Yes, I named him Jacob. Believe it or not it was in honor of you. Don made me laugh and of course he is the father of my two kids. For that I will always remember him. He was a good man and I vowed always to be faithful to him. And I have been. He is the only man I have ever been with. I was about seven months pregnant with Mary, when he was sent overseas. He had only seen Jacob as a baby and of course never had a chance to see his daughter. He was reassigned for an extra year and due to be released within weeks of his death." 

Kathy started crying. I held her till she could regain her composure. "Don lived in an orphanage before being on his own. I guess that's one of the things that brought us together. We were just two people pretty much alone in this world. Dad died while I was pregnant with Mary. Thank God that was a couple of months before Don was assigned overseas. I had a shoulder to lean on during that time. Then after Don left for Iraqi it was only his letters that held everything together. Then one day I got the official letter that Don was killed in action. I was devastated. In my short life I had lost my mother, father, and husband. I had two babies to worry about. I didn't know what to do. I was lost. That's when I decided to just 'Start Over' from scratch with my two babies. I was going back to where my life started and hope for the best. That's why we are here today."

Kathy looked at me with tears in her eyes. "Gary, I still have feelings for you. I don't know why. Maybe because you were the one constant in my early life. The one person who was there for me. Maybe it's something deep in my mind. I don't know what it is. I want to be with you. I know you like me. I'm not blind. But now there is more to it. My little ones mean more to me than anything. I don't want to see them hurt. They deserve a chance in life. I'm going to see that they get it. The only way I will carry on a relationship with you is if you think there is a chance for a future for us. That's me, Jake and Mary. We're a package now and it's going to stay that way."

God, she was honest and put it right out there. How do I respond?

Wow, I never expected all that. Now I know she was waiting for a response. I just decided to tell her the truth. I didn't want to lie to her. So I began:

"Kathy, I have very strong feelings toward you also. But I have a problem that I have never told anyone. I'm going to tell you and there's a good chance that it might end our relationship. I have a problem that I recently found out. The reason I never married is that I wanted a woman who has never been with another man"

"What? I don't understand, Gary, you want to marry a virgin? You're twenty-seven years old. Are you expecting to start dating teenagers? My God, Gary, you've been dating women for at least ten years or more. I know you must have had sex with them."

This wasn't going the way I planned but I had to continue. "Kathy, I think that's why I never married. I've been serious with a number of women but never committed myself to them. I don't know why I have this problem but I do. I have never had problems dating, just committing myself to someone."

"Let me get this straight, Gary. Using me as an example, I would be good enough to have sex with but not to marry. Is that what you're trying to tell me? All because I had sex with my husband."

"Not you, Kathy. The women I've dated. I guess I've used a double standard. I don't want to be this way. You see I really care for you and I'm just trying to be honest with you. God, I really care for you. I just thought you should know."

"Gary, here's something you should know. I want to stay good friends with you. My kids love you and so do I. I will not have sex with you. I've gone a year and I could go longer until I find the man that wants me for who I am. We can date and enjoy each other's company if you want to. If you haven't got your mind straight by News Year's Day, I will just consider us good friends and move on with my life. Life is too short to wait for what might have been. I found that out losing my husband."

Did I understand her correctly? I have two months to get my act together or lose her. I just looked at her as I left and said, "Kathy, you must understand that it's me, not you." With that said I left the house.

For the next few weeks I tried to figure out my problem and where it came from. I didn't see Kathy as often. Maybe just once or twice a week. She was always smiling and treating me as though nothing had happened. She let me kiss her but that was it. I was becoming frustrated. I didn't want to date anyone else. I wanted Kathy. Damn, damn, damn, I was ready to go see a doctor. Maybe even a shrink.

Mom was having a huge Thanksgiving feast. Every relative I had in the area was going to be there. Mom made sure I invited Kathy and the kids. Every relative I know would see us together. Was my mom setting me up? I had to talk to my mom before Thanksgiving. I had to tell her my problem. The last thing I wanted was to hurt Kathy in any way, shape or form. I knew I was falling totally in love with her and wanted to be able to commit to her before losing her.

About two days before Thanksgiving I stopped by to see my mom and have a talk with her. I wanted her to understand that Kathy and I might not be together forever. Mom looked at me and said she didn't understand. She knew Kathy loved me and that she was pretty sure I loved Kathy. So what was the problem.

I just told her that when I had dated other women and had sexual relations with them I always felt I was being compared to their other lovers. I was always afraid that I might not meet up to their other lovers' standards. I don't know if it was true or not but that's how I felt. I knew that sometimes I compared the different women I was with so I was sure the women did the same. I can't spend the rest of my life wondering if Kathy was comparing me to someone else.

"Is that your problem, Gary? You don't think you're good enough. You don't know if you're man enough for any one woman? Oh, God, son, I wish you would have told me this long ago. I think I know where this problem originated. At Thanksgiving dinner, pull your Uncle Frank aside and talk to him."

As far as Kathy working for me, she was great. She reported directly to April. I didn't want the responsibility of being her direct boss. I wouldn't know how to handle her. April said Kathy picked up on the billing and was a big help. She'll be able to handle it all when June takes her maternity leave.

April also looked at me and said, "It's none of my business, boss, but the woman is madly in love with you and her kids are as well behaved as any kids I've ever seen. She would be quite a catch for someone," as she looked at me.

The family ended up renting a hall for Thanksgiving dinner. We must have had sixty or more people. I arrived with Kathy and the kids. We were the center of attention. The family rumor mill was flying. Everyone ran up to meet Kathy. They wanted her to feel at home. Many remembered her as the little kid I use to play with. Some of the divorced and single guys wanted to know if we were a couple. Kathy just looked at them and then at me and said we are for now and smiled.

Damn, that kind of hurt. I went looking for Uncle Frank. I found him and he said, "Your new girlfriend sure is pretty. I heard through the grapevine that she is going to be the one to tame you Is that true?"

I told him, "I need to talk to you alone and I could answer your question." We went into a side room of the hall and had a little talk. 

I told him about the problem of marrying a woman who was not a virgin and didn't know why. 

He looked at me and said, "Oh, my God, it came home to roost. I'm afraid your thinking is all my fault. Please let me explain. God, I'm so sorry."

"When you were just a little lad, maybe nine or ten years old you spent a lot of time at my house. Your Aunt Rose whom I divorced maybe fifteen years ago would always complain about my lovemaking. She had many sexual partners before we met. Every time we had sex she would complain about how good this lover was, how much bigger that one was, how another was always able to last longer. I never thought about you being in another room of the house sleeping. Then one day you asked me about all the things you heard over and over again. I told you that if you ever get married make sure it's to a virgin. Have all the sex you want in your life when you're old enough. But when it's time to marry, make sure she has never had another man and you will never have the problems I've had."

"Uncle Frank, it's hard for me to believe it was you telling me that so many years ago that has caused my problem. It's got to be more than that?"

"Gary, through the years you reaffirmed that you wanted a woman that was yours only. Every time you got serious about a woman you always talked about her past. I do believe your mind retained our conversation about sexual thoughts and you rejected these women. The problem is now you found a woman that you truly love. You fell in love with her before your mind could reject her. Now you have an internal problem. Do you think she is the type of woman who would throw her past love life up to you? Do you believe she really loves you? Do you know if you truly love her? If you can answer these questions, then I think you can make the ultimate decision."

I thanked my Uncle Frank for the discussion. I didn't know if it was true or a bunch of bunk. I just stood back and watched Kathy. Her kids were busy playing with all the other kids there. Mom had a few of the teenagers watch all the kids. Kathy jumped in like part of the family helping put the finishing touches on the Thanksgiving feast. She fit in so perfectly. She looked up at me and just smiled. God, I had to marry this girl. I knew it in my heart, that's where it really counts.

Thanksgiving passed and the Christmas Holiday began. I stopped by and asked Kathy if she wanted to go Christmas shopping. Something I loathed in the past. But with her it was fun. We bought the kids the needed clothes and then started in on the toys. We had lunch and listened to the sound of Christmas all around us. This Christmas just seemed magical to me. One that I looked forward to. Was it because I had Kathy and the kids to share it with?

Kathy told me she wasn't going to spoil the kids with tons of toys. She limited them to five toys each. She said even with the extra money she made doing the insurance billing she still had to keep a close watch on her finances. I mentioned to Kathy that I wanted to buy the kids something just from me. I picked out a bike for Jake. His first bike, it made me feel good. What to get little Mary was a lot harder to figure out. After all she was only three. I decided on a big wheels tricycle. If she saw Jake riding his bike, she would need something to ride also. She followed her big brother everywhere.

One day I stopped by and told Kathy to hurry up and get ready. I wanted to take the kids to see Santa Claus. We stood there in the mall and watched Jake talk to Santa. The old guy looked at Kathy and I like we were from outer space and then he lifted up little Mary on his lap. We heard her say dada then blah, blah, blah. We had to laugh. They both got their pictures taken with Santa and then we headed over to - you guessed it - McDonald's for dinner.

I mentioned to Mary that one of our big insurance companies that we represent asked us to come to their company Christmas party. April and her husband were going. June said she would attend with her husband but depending on how her future baby acted would determine how long she stayed. Mary said, "I'd love to be your date. Who knows, it might be our last."

That shook me up a bit. Kathy was staying with her schedule. Less then a month to decide my future.

Mom said she would be glad to take the kids for the night when we attend the Christmas party. The kids would be sleeping and Kathy could pick them up the next morning. Mom said, "I just love Jake and Mary and I think as much of them as I do my own grandchildren. No matter what happens between Kathy and you, she will always have an open house as far as the kids are concerned. Did you have your talk with Uncle Frank?"

I just told her yes. I still didn't know what to think of that conversation.

I stopped by to pick Kathy up for the party. Damn, was she ever beautiful. I can't even explain how good she looked to me. She was wearing a low cut blue dress showing enough boob to be sexy but not slutty. It came down maybe five inches above her knees. When I looked at her the only thing I could think of was I wanted her. I wanted to make love to her and told her so. She of course just smiled and kissed me gently as we headed to the party. We took a cab just in case we drank too much.

The party was fun, no business, just fun. Alice and June's husbands were really nice guys. We all danced except for June who was afraid of having to deliver the baby on the dance floor. She was due any day now. Kathy danced with both husbands but turned down offers by many of the other men at the party. She was in a sly way letting me know that she wouldn't have problems finding suitors. We both drank quite a bit and were feeling pretty good. I held her while we danced, inhaling the fragrance of her perfume. God, her scent was just getting to me.

We left the party and arrived at her house. She noticed I sent the cab away but didn't say anything. As we entered her house I took her in my arms and kissed her. I mean really kissed her and she kissed me back. I told her how beautiful she was and how much I needed her. She just melted in my arms. She felt so good. We walked into the bedroom and I slowly removed her clothes. All but her panties and bra. It's so much sexier when removing them in bed. I then quickly removed my clothes, all but my briefs.

I lay in bed next to her kissing her, hugging her, making love to her. I removed her bra and gently sucked on her nipples as she made low breathing noises. I slid my hand down inside her panties resting my hand on her soft brown mound and just gently rubbed her. I kissed her some more while continuing to rub her mound. I looked at her face saying, "I want you, I need you, I love you."

I got up and slid her panties down. She lifted her butt to help me. I slowly pulled them down her legs and then I mounted her. At first I was gentle, slowly slipping my penis into her moist, very hot vagina. It was so hot I was ready to cum almost instantly. I did my best to hold back as I used a slow in and out motion until I could feel her vagina tighten around my penis. I exploded into her. I felt her orgasm at the same time. That was the only time we did it that night. I crawled up next to her, put my arms around her and we both went to sleep. It was the best sleep I had in months.

When I awoke the next morning I was alone in the bed. Now I was worried. Why did we make love? Did we have too much to drink? How will she react when I face her? Should I apologize?

I got out of bed, slipped on my briefs, undershirt and pants and went out to face the music. There was Kathy sitting there in her pajamas sipping a cup of coffee. I spoke first saying how sorry I was for taking advantage of her the night before. She looked up at me and said, "You didn't take advantage of me, Gary. I wanted you as much as you wanted me. Besides being in love with you, I did it for another reason."

"What reason, Kathy?"

"Who did you think about while we were making love?"

"My God, Kathy, what a stupid question? You, of course, only you."

"Well, Gary, who do you think I was thinking of while we were making love?"

"Me, of course, you called out my name over and over."

"That's my point exactly, Gary. When two people are in love like we are, there is only one person we think about while making love: each other. I wanted you to know I understand your fear. But you needed to know that it is you I love and only you." I finally understood. When true love hits there is only one person you worry about during love making.

Kathy took me home to my apartment and then picked up her kids at mom's.

The next few days flew by. I didn't get a chance to see much of Kathy that week due to business and the holidays. Then June called and said she went into labor.

April called Kathy and asked, "Would you be able to take on some additional work due to June's maternity leave?"

Kathy said, "I'll do all I can to help out. Just bring me the work and I'll see it gets done."

I called my mom and asked a bunch of favors from her. I told her I did not want anything to get back to Kathy. I gave her a list of what I needed and told her to contact the rest of the family but just make sure it doesn't get back to Kathy. Even if it took not talking to her for a week.

Mom promised me she would get it done. Once mom made a promise you could count on her. I told her Kathy and the kids would be over on Christmas and then there would not be any more secrets.

I called Kathy and asked if I could spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with her and the kids? I wanted to see the joy in her family's eyes.




Starting Over: A Love Story



Kathy said, "Of course you can be here. It wouldn't be the same without you. Your mom invited us all over for Christmas dinner and your brother and sisters will be there with their families."

I went over to Kathy's house on Christmas Eve. It reminded me of when I was a kid and how much fun Christmas was. I haven't had that feeling for a long, long time. Just watching the kids get excited and putting cookies out for Santa and making sure there was sugar for the reindeer was fun. There was holiday music and such a wonderful feeling in the air. The Christmas tree with all the presents under it. I had forgotten how much fun it really was. But watching Kathy with the kids brought joy to my heart. I was so glad I was a part of it.

Kathy put the kids to bed and came back and sat on the couch with me. She brought out a pillow and some blankets and handed them to me. She said, "You have to sleep on the couch. My kids aren't going to get up and find a man who is not my husband in my bed. But I will sit out here and neck with you for awhile," as she smiled at me.

We woke up Christmas morning, both of us asleep on the couch. We didn't do anything but cuddle and hold each other. It was funny when you think about it. I got up and made coffee as Kathy went to wake the little ones. They jumped out of bed and ran in the living room. Jake yelling "Santa was here, Santa was here. Look, mom, he ate the cookies and drank his milk. You were right, mom, Santa does like milk." Little Mary was running around behind her brother.

They both ran to the tree to see the extra presents that weren't there the night before. God, what a beautiful sight, watching the happiness on Kathy's face and watching the kids. Life doesn't get any better than that, or does it?

The kids started opening presents. Of course they liked the toys more than the clothes. When they opened their bicycle and big wheels, they wanted to ride them right then in the house. Kathy told them, "Later you can take them outside and ride them. Uncle Gary will watch you," as she smiled at me.

Kathy got me some nice things: shirts, a new watch and a few other things. I got her some perfume, the kind I thought she smelled so good in. I also got her a couple of outfits I had my sister pick out.Then I gave her a big box. Each time she unwrapped it the box got smaller. The present was down to the size of a shoe box. She looked up at me as the present got smaller and smaller until she got down to one the size of a jewelry box. As it got smaller, I saw tears well up in her eyes. She knew what was coming next, a tiny little box that only a ring would fit in. She opened up the tiny box and saw an engagement ring and started crying. I got down on one knee and said, "Kathy, will you marry me and make an honest man of me?"

She jumped up, put her arms around my neck and said, "I was afraid you would never ask." As she was crying she spoke the words, "Yes, yes, a thousands times yes, I will marry you."

We cleaned up some of the mess and Kathy dressed the kids as I took them outside to watch them ride their bike and big wheel, watching them smile every time they went by. Kathy finished straightening the Christmas mess up and told the kids to come in and have breakfast. I told Kathy that I had a few things to do and I would be by to pick her up and take her to mom's this afternoon. Before I left I hugged the kids and told them I loved them. Jake hugged me and said he knew I loved his mom, he just knew it. I had to hug him again and said, "I love you and Mary too, Jake." Then I squeezed little Mary, kissed her on the cheek and went to take care of business.

I stopped by mom's before going over to pick up Kathy and the kids. I asked her if everything was ready. 

She asked me, "What was Kathy's answer?" 

I just nodded my head yes and mom said, "Then everything is in order."

I went over to pick up Kathy and the kids. They were all dressed in their new duds. I kissed her the minute I walked in the door. That would be something I intended to do the rest of my life.

By the time we got back to mom's, most of the family was there. Kathy showing everyone her ring. Of course I got harassed by everyone but that was okay, it was worth it. My brother finally asked Kathy when the wedding would be.

Kathy looked at me and then said, "I don't know. Everything just happened so quick we haven't had time to discuss it."

Mom said, "Not to change the subject, Kathy, but we rented a hall for a big New Year's Eve bash. Will you be able to attend it with Gary? It's very important to him."

"Well, of course I'll attend it with him. But why is it so important to him?"

Mom handed Kathy an invitation that read:

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Please attend our New Year's Eve bash. It will be the party of the year. At 12:05 A.M. there will be a wedding of Gary Adams and Kathy Mason. The reception will continue after the wedding. Everyone is invited to come and enjoy the festivities. There is no charge. Please don't bring presents. Just come and join us in this happy union. It's been a long time coming.

Sincerely

The Adams Family

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Kathy read the invitation, looked up at me, started crying and ran to me and kissed and hugged me. "I love you," she said.

I said, "You told me that New Year's Day is my deadline and I am not going to make any mistakes. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Jake came up to us and asked, "Does that mean he'll be my daddy? 

Kathy knelt down and said, "Jake, you and Mary will always have two daddy's. One daddy died defending our country and we must always remember him. Uncle Gary will be your second daddy. You will have to listen to everything he says. You will obey him just like you do mommy. He loves you very much and will always be there for you."

"Do I call him daddy or Uncle Gary?"

I looked down at Jake and then knelt down next to Kathy. "Jake, you call me what ever you feel most comfortable with" Then little Mary came over to me, put her little arms around my neck and said, "Dada." I squeezed her as Jake looked on. He said, "You're right, Mary, daddy it is." We all had to laugh.

My sister Nita asked Jake how Christmas went. Jake said, "It was great. I got all kinds of wonderful toys and Uncle Gary - I mean dad - got me a bike. He got Mary a big wheel and we already rode them this morning." 

Kathy looked at Jake and asked him if he remembers when we took him to meet Santa. He said, "Yeah, mom, he gave me my special present."

"What present was that, Jake."

"I told him I wanted Uncle Gary to be mine and Mary's dad and that my mom loved him and we did too. So please arrange it if he could. And he did mom, Santa did it."

Kathy looked at me and we both had to laugh. No wonder Santa looked at us so strangely.

Epilog:

Well, life went on. We had over 200 people attend our New Year's party/wedding. It couldn't have been better. Kathy looked like an angel and, in my book, she was. I couldn't love my two kids more. I moved into the little house by the park. We could afford a bigger place but this is what Kathy wanted. We spend most of our evenings home together. We do make it to McDonalds at least once a week. Jake's favorite restaurant.

June had her baby, a cute little baby boy, her second child. She will be off for a few months. When she starts back it will only be part time. She wants to spend more time at home with her kids. I don't blame her.

I gave April a big raise and made her a full time agent. That way I could take more time off to be with the family.

Everyone wanted to know about our honeymoon. It was fantastic. We took the kids and went to Disney World. We got two rooms with connecting doors. We ran the kids everywhere all day and then the night belonged to us. We took full advantage of it.

I don't know to this day if uncle Frank told me the truth or whether mom put him up to it. But right now I don't care. I now have my childhood sweetheart and I can guarantee life couldn't be better.

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Hope you enjoyed my story.

I guess I need your vote for the holiday contest

Comments always welcome

DG Hear



Starting Over Ch. 01



It started innocently enough. They were driving from the mall when Jessica asked her mother — it was in the context of something on the radio — if she’d ever had a lesbian experience.

Jessica was surprised when her mother, Ann, didn’t drive off the road, she half expected she would, but she didn’t, she just kept driving, and she seemed to be concentrating or thinking, Jessica didn’t know which, but soon she spoke, “I might have. I’ve often wondered if it was.”

Jessica didn’t show it, at least she tried not to, but she was shocked by her mother’s answer and it confused here, too, “Can there be a doubt? I mean, if you’re having one, isn’t it, ah, kinda obvious?”

“I don’t know?” her mother said with a shrug, “what’s a lesbian experience to you? A kiss? A touch? Something more, something involving fluids?

“Mother!”

“Well what is it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Nor do I,” and a silence lasted all the way home.

It was a few days later when Jessica brought the subject up again, in the car again, but her question was more direct. “I’ve thought about what you said before, about lesbianism, when you said you may have had an experience but you weren’t sure. What did you mean, … ah, exactly?”

“I meant that I wasn’t sure if what I was doing could have been considered a lesbian act.” Ann thought her point had been self-evident.

“Yes, well, but what were you … ah, doing, exactly?” annoyed that her mother had made her be more specific.

“It was in college, in third year, like you, a girl, as you kids say today, came on to me and I sort of, well, I sort of let her. I don’t know if I was unusually horny that day or curious or what, but she came on to me and I guess I let her.”

Jessica waited for more details but she got only silence so she asked the question as casually as she could, as if she didn’t really care about the answer, “What did you actually do with her?” 

When she spoke Ann Clark was surprised at how matter of fact her voice sounded and how relaxed she was in discussing something that, with exception of the co-participant, no one knew about. “We touched each other mostly, through our clothes at first, then under the clothes, on the bra, on the panties, that sort of thing, then a kiss or two before someone came into the room and we had to stop. That was my bout with sexual adventure, it took maybe 15 minutes then it was over.

“Were you sorry?”

“Sorry? Sorry I did it? Sorry it ended?”

“Both”

Ann thought for a moment before saying, “Yes and no, or more precisely, no and yes. No, I’m not sorry I did it, but really, what did I do? And yes, I think I may be a bit sorry that it ended so quickly,” she hesitated, then added, “I’ve always been a little bit curious about what might have happened.”

Jessica studied the rain on the car window and said nothing.

Well, nothing for a week or so when they were once again driving, this time Jessica was behind the wheel and she filled a silence by making a statement designed to shock her mother, “I’ve been thinking of having a lesbian experience, I’m really curious … too.” She was watching her mother from the corner of her eye and was disappointed not to see a reaction, instead her mother said, 

“What’s stopping you?”

“Ah …”

“You’ve got lots of friends, statistics say that, what, 10 or 15% of them are lesbians or have had lesbian experiences, it shouldn’t be too hard …”

“Mother, I’m serious!” Her mother’s easy response, the statistics, the … encouragement, shocked her, even scared her a little, as if her mother was challenging her.

Ann looked at her daughter, a little surprised at the troubled look on her face, “Well I‘m serious, too. You’re no lesbian but if you’d like a lesbian experience I’m sure you can find a willing partner, especially at university.”

“Well you didn’t.” Jessica’s voice was defensive, petulant.

“I wasn’t looking.”

“You said you were.”

“No, I said I was always curious about what would have happened if my one tawdry tryst was allowed to take it’s course.”

Jessica stole a quick look at her mother, “Are you still curious?”

Ann Carter continued to look out the side window, there was nothing wistful in her voice, she sounded almost matter of fact, “Well, yes, I guess I am, I don’t think about it much, but ya, I guess I’m curious, that’s why I’m not freaking out that you think you want to experiment.”

Jessica felt a nervous fear grow in her chest. “Well I want to have one.” There, she had said it, but it was not all she wanted to say. Would she have the nerve to complete the task, to add the most important part, to say what she’s wanted to say to her mother for all of the past 10 years? Would she? Well, if nothing else, Jessica Carter had guts. She blurted out the words the very moment her mother spoke.

“Good for you, if done properly a lesbian tryst is probably healthy.”

“I want to have it with you.”

“What did you say?” Her mother was looking at her now.

“I want to have my lesbian experience with you.”

Ann Carter had always prided herself on being, well, contemporary: she kept up on the news, read many of the more popular novels and genuinely cared about social trends and followed them closely. To her, cultural evolution was mystical and fascinating and something to be embraced and that’s why she didn’t dismiss, out of hand, her daughter’s proposition. Instead, she simply said, “Now there’s a startling proposition,” and she let it go, changing the subject, cleansing the thought from her mind. She knew her daughter was a trifle immature, she blamed herself, it was an immaturity brought on by overly-protective parents, and she chalked it up to that.

But a tantalizing proposal has a way of lodging in the darker recesses of the mind, and Ann did think about it, a few-times-a-day think about it and she even started to sneak peeks at her daughter, with thoughts that were very, very disturbing, but even so, she was prepared when her daughter brought up the subject again a few days later.

“That is a monumentally dumb idea, Jessica.” Her words were meant to sound censorious, to signal to her daughter that the subject was closed, but they didn’t, they simply inspired a question.

“Why?”

“Need you ask?” Her words dripped with derision.

“Yes, why?”

Let me count the ways, Ann said to herself, before saying, “I refer you to a variety of references on the subject including the Bible, the Law …”

“The Bill of Rights?”

Ann laughed at the rejoinder, surprised she was enjoying the conversation, it was kinky, but it was interesting, too. “What’s the Bill of Rights got to do with it?”

“I’ve got the right to do whatever I want to do whenever I want to do it, as long as I don’t hurt anyone in the process, and so do you.”

Bingo. “Now there you’ve hit on the problem, well one of the problems. Hurt. I’d have no problem with something like this if there was a guarantee of two things, one that it was a loving experience and two that no one got hurt.”

Jessica’s knuckles whiten on the wheel, her eye’s locked on the back of the blue van ahead. When she spoke, her words were combative. “Then we can agree there’s only one problem, right? Because there’s no doubt that we love each other.”

Ann was silent.

“Right?” Jessica insisted, she sensed a winning argument. 

“I see where you’re going with this, Jessica and fine, you’re very clever, but it’s not going to happen.”

“Yes, it is!” There was utter conviction in her words. She had waited 10 long years for this confrontation and she wasn’t going to fail.

“No it’s not.” Ann said the words, and she believed them, she just wonder why she had to say them.

Who was right?

It took about three months of talk, call it negotiations if you want, but they finally agreed to go away for a few days to someplace where they could have fun and, it was Jessica’s take, if something happened and there was every assurance that no one would be hurt, well, then, c’est la vie; they were both very curious.

And they were both a little nervous when they got out of the car at the Riverview Health Club and Spa. But it was a wonderful place, a beautiful, tasteful lobby, attractive, attentive staff — a bright, clean, even fresh space, the kind of place that will sooth even the most ragged of nerves. And their room was perfect, too, identical to the one in the brochure they had studied together, except this one had only a single bed, a rather large single bed, but everything else was the same, the large balcony, the plants, the flowers, the pictures, the Jacuzzi, the couch and chairs. The room was beautiful and the large wet bar allowed Ann Carter to enjoy a glass of wine the moment she sat down, sat down across from a daughter who looked at her mother with such eager, child-like expectation that she could only pity her, so she motioned her over and pulled her near to her, hugging her.

“God I’m happy, mum,” she said, as she pressed her face into the nap of her mother’s neck, a place she had been many times before.

“I can hear your heart.”

Jessica laughed, and hugged her mother, “That’s not mine, mum, that’s yours.”

And it might have been.

Jessica’s words seemed unusually cryptic. “I don’t want to be your daughter here, mum,” she spoke the words softly, into her mother’s neck, “I want you to be my mum, but I don’t want to be your daughter.”

Ann cast her eye’s down, as if trying to read what was in her daughter’s head, “And me? I’m mum to me, but who are you?”

“Who ever you want me to be.”

The thought scared Ann so much that she gently pushed her daughter away and struggled to get up, “I want you to be my daughter, Jess, just like you are, OK? And I want my daughter to join me in the Jacuzzi.”

There were two bathrooms in the suite, they both claimed one and met at the Jacuzzi, each admiring the other’s bathing suite, newly purchased for the trip. 

But neither suit fully conceal their nervousness. If the water was warm, the air was charged.

Ann poured the wine into her daughter’s glass, then topped up her own. When she spoke her words sounded almost business-like, “I’ve always been very proud of you Jessica, always. I got lucky. One child, one perfect child. I’m not going to ruin that.”

“Improve on it.”

She didn’t think that was possible and said so.

But Jessica wasn’t listen, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, mum and I know there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for me.”

“Oh, there’s one thing,” Ann said, with an empty laugh.

“What?” 

“Break a rather fundamental taboo.”

“It’s no taboo to me,” there was anger and defiance in Jessica’s voice, she was beginning to see her plan might fail. “I’ve been thinking of this day since I was 12.”

Ann’s eyes opened wide with surprise. “You have?” 

Jessica hadn’t moved her eyes from her mother’s, “I lied to you, mum, I’ve never wanted a lesbian experience, I’ve only ever wanted an experience with you.”

Ann’s wide eyes narrowed in fright, “But why?” 

“Don’t know. Don’t care. It’s not that you’re pretty, you’re smart, you’ve got a great body, you’re funny …” Her mother tried to interrupt her but she talked over her, “it’s none of those.”

“Then what is it?” said Ann, trying to understand.

“I love you, mum, I love you so totally that not to be here is simply unthinkable and you know what? I’m not surprised you’re here, either, because you’re just that cool.”

“Or stupid.”

“Cool,” she said, as she moved across the Jacuzzi to sit beside her mother.

Ann Clark suddenly realized that somewhere during this brief exchange, this harmless verbal flirtation as she thought of it, her daughter began to take control. The realization was a shock, a profound shock because this was no longer an experiment where she could call the shots, where she could sooth her daughter’s expectations and deflect her childish fantasies. When the conversation turned, she could feel herself being pulled into something that reminded her of how an unwitting bug is captured in a spider’s web, not that she was a bug, not that her daughter was a spider, but she did seem to be spinning a very alluring, very sticky, very tangled web. So she drank her glass of wine and contemplated leaving the tub when her daughter, the spider, kissed her on her shoulder and took her by the arm.

“I can’t begin to tell you how glad I am you’re here with me, mum, that we’re together.” 

Ann grew tense, even frightened, it was the line of a seductress and she nudged away from her daughter, just a little, imperceptibly — seeking some distance, however little, from the body and the soul, and she smiled at her daughter, a motherly smile, and was about to give a motherly response when her daughter kissed her on the lips, lightly, without passion, but leaving her lips there, lingering, perhaps waiting for a response, testing her mother’s resolve, tempting her, playing with her, teasing her, but it scared Ann so much that she pushed herself out of the Jacuzzi and almost ran to her bathroom.

At dinner, the food was far better than the conversation, that is until the main course came and Jessica, frustrated with her mother’s obvious discomfort and aloofness, laid her cards squarely on the table. “I think of you at night, mum, I think of you in my arms. I kiss you and touch you and taste you and smell you.”

“Jessica!” No words could have shocked Ann Carter more.

But the daughter was just beginning, “Did you think I was kidding about wanting to be with you, about wanting to come here with you?”

“God, Jess, I never really thought it through. Obviously, I love you and love to be with you, coming her was a great idea, but that kiss …”

“Yes?” 

The fire in her daughter’s eyes almost made Ann flinch. God, I wish she wouldn’t stare into my eyes, she has the look of a predator, eyes locked on the kill. “It was just so, I don’t know, so unsettling.”

Jessica got to her feet, “Come on, mum.”

Ann looked at her plate then looked up at her daughter. “But the food?”

“Are you hungry?”

Ann looked away from her daughter a little afraid, “No, I guess not,” and she got to her feet feeling like a dutiful child.

They didn’t talk as they walked back to their room, and Ann didn’t protest when her daughter took her hand and held it insistently, rather like a policeman would, and she didn’t protest when her daughter threw her purse onto the couch when they got inside their room, but she did protest when her daughter angrily pushed her onto the bed.

“Jessica!”

Jessica’s face was white with anger, her eyes wet with tears. “This is supposed to be the best, the most exciting day of my life,” tears now flowed down her cheeks, “and you’re making it the most miserable.” The mother was about to say something but the daughter stopped her. “I’ve waited years to have you alone like this, and I’ve dreamed, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamed of being with you like this, of having you touch my skin, touch my breasts, kiss my lips, my stomach and feel me, like I want to feel and touch and kiss you. But you shun me, you shun me as if you …”

Ann could feel her daughter’s misery and succumbed to the mother in her and she opened her arms and asked her daughter in, and they were together, together on the bed holding each other, not moving, just squeezing and crying, little sobs, sobs that can easily turn to laughter, but they didn’t, not this time, instead they turned to kisses, violent, muscular, even angry kisses and then Jessica was tearing at her mother’s dress, not caring about the rips and tears, not caring that her mother had curled in defense, but she had it off the breasts that were now covered only in a thin black bra so flimsy that it easily broke and seemed to sail from the bed and then the mouth was on the breast devouring it, sucking on it, swallowing it, seeming to lock it in her throat and tugging on it. But it was the sounds that really scared Ann, the animal sounds, primordial sounds, bestial grunts as frantic as the action and then her daughter tired of the breast and yanked up the dress and tore down the pantyhose and she clamped her mouth on her mother’s pantied sex and burrowed as she thrashed her pelvis on the inert, unresponding bed, as inert and unresponding as the mother. And then, but for the whimpers, it was over. She lay there, fully clothed, her body curled around her hands locked together between her legs and she shook gently as she cried, a mournful cry, a cry her mother had never heard before, a cry that shocked her, shocked her into action. She pulled her daughter, her almost catatonic daughter, into the centre of the bed and she put a pillow under her head which she stroked, gently, soothing strokes as she cooed the words she wasn’t sure were true, “It’s OK, Jess, it’s OK.”

But the daughter didn’t move and the sobbing didn’t stop so the mother lay down beside the daughter and took her in her arms, but from the rear, it was easier there, smoother, she could fit her body around the quivering frame, to hold it, to reassure it, to stroke it along the arm and along the hip and the head and the hair until gradually, like a flower coming to life, the body opened, opened in response to the touch and soon the mother could feel the face, the chest and the stomach, dragging her fingers along the silky fabric, along the young body, so hot and so sad. 

Her eyes were open now, red from tears and hollow from shame but they pleaded for understanding, for sympathy. ‘You don’t know what I’ve been through,’ they said and her mother didn’t, she didn’t understand and she couldn’t, she wasn’t the one who had waited ten long years only to be rejected, to be shunned.

Later, she would have no doubt where she crossed the line, the line between the soothing care-giver and the seeker of pleasure, the line between the mother and the lover. It was when she gently moved her daughter so she could drop the zipper and pull the dress from the body, then the pantyhose. She was on her knees now, with her ripped and torn dress bunched around her waist and she lovingly, soothingly dragged her fingers across her daughter’s nose and lips, along her chest and her belly to the panties, then she bent down and kissed her daughter’s belly, gently, dragging her tongue, listening for encouragement. But such was the shame of the daughter that there was none, only whimpers and a body immobile, a beautiful body, healthy, brown, downed with tiny white hair and fragrant, a special fragrance, unique, her own. 

There was little overt response from the daughter when she removed the silken bra, but the nipples were erect and she bent down and sucked on one of them and then bit the stiff nub, nibbling at it gently, then as she played with it with her tongue the mother began to pant and moan, slightly at first but then more noticeably as she sucked on the breast, taking it into her mouth, just as her daughter had taken hers, but tenderly this time, lovingly so the pleasure would flow to them both, the daughter and the mother. Then she sat back on her heels and studied her daughter whose eyes were lightly closed as if she was dreaming and the mother ran her hand down her daughter’s body, tracing a finger across her stiff and slippery nipple then down across the trim and trembling belly, slowly, allowing the fingers to feel the heat, the youth and the exquisitely twitching muscles until the fingers were on the panties and the knees moved out, slowly at first, almost imperceptively, and then the legs opened as the daughter moaned. 

“You’re so pretty, Jessica, so beautiful.” The mother kissed her daughter’s belly, her face nestling in the soft heat, the mouth drooling and the tongue licking while she studied the mound that rose between her daughter’s legs. It was such a pretty mound, red and delicate, the panties only hinting at what they hid, the juices of love and the scent of anticipation and then she smelled it, the sex in the air, it washed over the mother like a delicate wave, it smelled so like her own, so like her own that the fragrance drew her mouth along the belly, across the panty to suck on the wet heat of her daughter’s sex, to suck in her flowing juices, to breath in her pungent scent, the intoxicating odor of her sexuality and then she lost all control and tore at the panties, just as her daughter had torn at her dress, and she buried her face in her daughter’s pink gash and pushed her tongue into every crevice, every exquisite crevice of her cunt while all the time drinking and sucking and smelling, particularly smelling, inhaling her daughter, sucking in her sexy stink through a nose wet with juices, and then the orgasm she didn’t want hit her, feeble and limp but enough to break the moment and she lay down, with her face in her daughter’s crotch and she rested, happy, the cum on her lips and the scent in her nose, so familiar, the signal for sleep.




Starting Over Ch. 01



Starting Over, Chapter 1. 
 This story will take a little time to build up with the background required, but it's been bouncing around in my head for a while. It's a more serious story with some romance in it. Bear with me....
I have all 5 chapters drafted and I'll post each one in as the previous one is posted so I can finish editing.

Main Characters:
LTC (Retired) John Jackson, 5'11", 180, 46 years old.
Marie Jackson, John's widow, 5'8", 140, 44 years old.
Angelica Jackson, John and Marie's daughter, 5'5", 125, 19 years old.
Mary Bradford, bartender, 5'5", 120, 34 years old.
Juliet Margolin, waitress, 5'4", 145, 24 years old.
Samantha (Sam) Walker, 5'6", 130 pounds, 39 years old.
Joyce Walker, Sam's daughter, 5'4", 120 pounds, 19 years old.
Marion Walker, Sam's daughter, 5'4", 115 pounds, 17 years old.


20 September 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.

Everything was in place in my new apartment and I felt good about it – except for the absence of my wife. I had just finished getting all the furniture I wanted into position and was having a beer. Now I had to either find work, or mope around and feel sorry for myself. The latter was why I tried not to drink too much. When I drank, I ended up wallowing in self-pity about the loss of my wife and I needed to get past that. At 46 years old I felt like I was in great shape and still had many years of life left. I just wish those had been with Marie.

My wife and I had always assumed that she had many years left since her family lived into their 90s. But then the breast cancer appeared. She had always been careful, doing all the self-tests recommended by the medical community, but when she received her first mammogram, they found that she had some cancer. It was not only in the breast tissue, but in her lymph nodes as well. It had progressed quickly and despite all the treatments she was dead within two years after it was found. It was the worst possible scenario for me. I couldn't even properly comfort my daughter. She was in high school when it happened and I knew she missed her mother as much as I did, but I was useless for a while after her death. 

So the big question is: how do you start over at 46 years old having lost your partner of 20 years, the mother of your child, and the woman you still loved when you woke up every morning? There were still days when I woke up and thought I could smell her scent on the pillow next to me. Some days, I would go into the bathroom and I could swear that I could smell her shampoo. Sometimes I would be sitting down in front of the TV and find something so funny that I would turn to her favorite easy chair to say something to her, only to find it empty.

My daughter was the one who finally convinced me that I needed to move out of the house we had lived in for the last 10 years and try to start over in a new area. She was right. I had tried to work the same job, drive the same car, and live in the same house. Everything about this situation kept me from moving on. She was starting college and was very independent, just like her mother.

When I started looking around, I decided to go back to Seattle. I had met my wife there in graduate school at the University of Washington. Neither of us was from Washington, but we both ended up there in the computer science graduate school; she by choice, and me because I was in the military and stationed at Fort Lewis when the Army offered me a chance to go back to school on their dime. It had been easier for me to stay in Washington for school.

We met just after the first month and I pursued her doggedly. I had been attracted to her from the time I first saw her at one of the early Computer Science Department parties. Okay, I have to admit that initially it was the attraction to her body. One day she wore a tight skirt and blouse to school that got me interested. I started talking to her in the small lounge and found her to be smart (yeah, she was in graduate school, but that doesn't automatically equate to being smart about life), engaging, feisty, pushy, and a little bit of a smart-ass. I liked her – a lot. She was not a swimsuit model; she was a little more hippy and voluptuous than that. She was also one of a few female graduate students, so she ended up in my line of sight a lot. 

Marie, however, had decided that she didn't want any relationships or distractions during graduate school, so she kept putting me off. She had finished her undergraduate degree and had taken a couple of years off before coming to graduate school, wanting to concentrate on her studies. I could remember one of our conversations clearly and the night was representative of our early relationship. This occurred in October 1992, about a month after we met.

1992

"Hello?"

I heard her voice on the phone over the noise of the football party going on behind me. I was with a bunch of buddies watching some of the college games on a Saturday afternoon and we had been drinking ever since they started. Oh, yeah, the East Coast games can sometimes start at 9am on the West Coast so we started early. "Hello, Marie, do you know who this is?"

I heard a chuckle and then this: "Being drunk doesn't change your voice, John."

Was I slurring my words? Damn! She's good! "I was hoping to ask you out for a drink tonight. What do you think? Want to grab a beer down at Jimmy's?" It was one of the local bars on the "Ave", which was a main street just off the UW campus. It had several blocks that consisted of small stores, restaurants, and bars that were almost completely supported by the university students.

"I'm studying for my Algorithms class right now. I don't think so."

"C'mon. You have to take a break at some point. Come out for a couple of beers and relax." I was always hoping for more, of course. I was, after all, a single, drunk, horny male.

"Okay. Maybe one pitcher. I'll meet you there at 8:30." 

That was easier than I thought. Algorithms must've been getting to her. "Cool. See you there." I looked at my watch. It was only 6pm, so I had about two hours before I met her there. I decided to get something to eat. Yeah, that would be good.

I grabbed a quick bite at a Mexican restaurant next to the bowling alley and made my way to the bar. I parked and went inside. It was 8:35. I didn't see her, so I found a table, sat down, and ordered a pitcher. She arrived a few minutes later and I poured her a beer. We talked about school and where we were from. I finished emptying the pitcher into our glasses and we both drank as I watched for the waitress to order another one, but Marie saw what I was doing and headed me off.

"Don't worry about getting another pitcher. I'm not staying."

"What? You don't want to leave now. At least stay for one more pitcher. You can always get back to Algorithms later."

"Nope. Gotta run. See you later." She laid half the cost of the pitcher on the table and left. 

I went home and went to bed – unhappy.

Back to Present Day

That had been how it was between us. She was a hard-headed, single, independent woman, and I was a hard-headed Army officer, being paid to go to graduate school. I had always admired strong-willed women. I liked being around people who challenged me and that were feisty. I wanted someone who I could debate with and wouldn't back down. It was fun and stimulating and, to me, sexy.

In any case, I had chased her and she had met me at some restaurants and bars, always paying her own way, until I finally took her to one that she couldn't afford on the budget she had set for herself.  That had been considered our first real date. It went from there. We lived together for a while and then married the next summer, in 1993. It was kind of fast, but sometimes you just know when you've found someone that you feel comfortable and compatible with. Our daughter, Angelica, came along 12 months later.

We had a great marriage. We were stationed overseas, but travelled a lot, raised a beautiful daughter, saved for our retirement, and then she was taken from me much too early. I was older than her, worked in a dangerous environment, had been to Afghanistan where I was wounded, and should have gone first. I wasn't prepared for this eventuality. I wasn't supposed to be a single, grieving, widower at 46. It really sucked. 

Fuck! All this reminiscing was making me angry and morose again. I had to get out of the apartment, so I walked down the stairs, exited my building, and went to the bar across the street. It was one reason I liked the apartment, although alcohol was not always a good thing for this mood.

I entered the bar and sat down at the very end. I said hello to Mary, the bartender. She was about 5' 5", not more than 120 pounds, probably mid-30s, and just from the few times I was there I knew she was a tough one. I knew her because I had been in here almost every night for the past three weeks. I knew Mary and Joe, the two bartenders, and Juliet, the waitress, very well. I had been there until closing a couple of times and they already knew my habits and drinks... the sign of a good tip-earner.

"Hey, John, what can I get you, tonight? Guinness?"

"Hey, Mary. Yeah, that sounds good."

She walked back and worked on drawing me a Guinness. It always took some time to draw it when it was on draught. While she was doing that I looked around. We weren't far from the UW campus and there were some undergraduate students in the bar, but there were more graduate students. They were talking, laughing, flirting, playing, and drinking without a care in the world. I would have given anything to be able to fit in, but I knew I couldn't. I was old compared to most of them – positively ancient.

"Here you go." Mary sat my beer down. I think she sensed my sadness. "You okay? Get you anything else?"

I tried to smile, but it was weak. "No thanks." I looked up to the TV. "Anything on ESPN tonight?" I was hoping for anything that might distract me from my thoughts. Just being in a new place wasn't enough. I needed something to distract me. 

"Nothing worth watching. You want it on anyway?"

"Sure."

Mary went and put the TV on ESPN and I sat and watched some second-tier sport being shown on it. I was not paying attention to the screen, just staring as I gulped down my third beer. I figured I had had enough, so I paid, left a good tip, and made my way back home. I made it to the bed, looked at the clock, and lay down. It was 12:30am. I was exhausted, but sleeping in an empty bed was still a new thing for me so I tossed and turned until my body could take no more. I finally crashed sometime after 2.

21 September 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.

I woke the next morning to the sound of a garbage truck. I looked at the clock. 9:30. Ugh! I had finally slept and when I did it was deep and unmoving. My body was stiff.

I got up and stretched and prepared for a job interview that I had that afternoon. I had been a pretty highly paid project manager and database engineer back east after retiring from the Army as a Lieutenant Colonel, so I was hoping I could at least find a decent job. It didn't have to pay much. Between the life insurance, a little retirement pay, and the money from selling my home, I had made more than enough to be comfortable for a while. I put aside enough for my daughter to finish her undergraduate degree and even go to graduate school if she wanted and that still left me with a very tidy sum.

I hit the shower, brushed my teeth, shaved, and finally looked for something to wear. I had a few nice suits and I laid one out. Another sad moment came to light then. I stared at the suit, shirt, and tie I had selected. The one I had selected had been a nice salmon shirt that my wife had liked and a very nice tie that my daughter had found. It brought to mind the shopping trips just after Christmas. After retiring from the military, I loved getting my work clothes (dress shirts, pants, suits, ties) at the after Christmas sales. My wife and daughter would look over what new suits I wanted and make sure that I wasn't following the old "blue suit, white shirt, red tie" work uniform of the uninspired. Another family tradition shot down by the big "C".

I fixed myself some breakfast and sat and watched an hour of Sports Center and an hour of CNN news. I was now well informed about news items that were worthless and that I would never use or speak of again. Even those items that were of key interest to me were covered in the typical fashion of today – all teasers and no real depth.

At about 1:30pm, I got dressed and headed downtown. I parked, went into the building, met the manager, did the interview, and left all in a daze. When I got home, I could barely remember what we discussed in the interview. I could only remember that the guy stared at me funny for applying for a job that was about $30,000 less than my last salary. He had wondered why an over qualified individual would want this sort of job. I had told him the truth. I knew he wouldn't call.

I puttered around the apartment and then went to the grocery store. When I was returning, I ran into the family across the corridor from me. She was a very nice woman who couldn't have been 40 yet, but had two pretty, adult-looking teenage daughters.

I was trudging up the stairs and had just reached the landing of the small three- story apartment building when they were coming out of their apartment. 

I smiled and said hello.

"Oh, hello." The mother put her hand out and I switched the shopping bag from my right hand to my left to shake.

"Hi, I'm John; I just moved in across the hall."

"Yes, I know. I saw the furniture delivery. I'm Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam. These are my daughters, Joyce and Marion."

It was an attractive family. Sam was about 5'6", maybe 130 pounds. She was just barely showing any signs of aging, had brown hair and a nicely rounded figure. Joyce was the older daughter and was close to adulthood. Marion was the younger, and was not far behind. This was evident by the display of body parts in their clothes, if you could call what they were wearing clothes. Joyce, a blonde, standing at about 5' 4", was wearing a pair of super-tight jeans that rode low on her hips. I'd always wondered about these. They were so low-cut that the zipper in front looked like it was only 2" long. Her midriff was bare for about eight inches before her equally tight, v-neck t-shirt started, revealing her whale tail thong in the back and her very healthy (and barely constrained) bust in the front.  Marion was about the same height with her hair a little darker, almost brown, but still lighter than her mother's. She was wearing a turtleneck, but being skin-tight, it did nothing to hide the fact that everyone in the family got their share of tits. The skirt she wore was almost knee length and loose, swishing around her as she walked. 

"Well, we were just going to get dinner. See you around."

They trudged down the stairs as I entered the apartment. I made myself some linguine for dinner, another reminder of things I did for the family. There was nothing that I could do about it. After 20 years together, there is nothing I could do that we hadn't done together. I knew where I was going to go. I was going to head back to the bar. I was going to surround myself with other lonely people who were trying to make a connection, but seldom did, and drown my sorrows. Billy Joel was right about it being a place where people were "sharing a drink they called loneliness."

It was almost 10:30pm when I got there and Mary was working again. Juliet said hello sweetly. I smiled. She had to be barely older than my daughter and I looked at her like a woman. She was a little heavy around the middle, but not unpleasantly so, and was always smiling. She seemed completely comfortable with herself which made her attractive. I looked her over whenever I saw her, and it reminded me that I hadn't had sex in a year. It also reminded me that I was looking at her as a sexual object, while I still looked at my daughter like a little girl. I wondered about that and how men in general looked at their daughters. Did we ever get over them being our "little girl"? I hoped I could see my daughter as an adult and treat her that way, but that she would still always be my little girl. She was my one remaining connection to the wonderful woman that had been my wife and her mother, even though it hurt to see or hear something from Angelica that mimicked her mother. 

I grabbed a seat on a bar stool and Mary brought me a beer. I managed to keep slurping them down until about 1am. It was closing time for them since it was midweek and I was very drunk. I tried to stand up from the bar stool too quickly, and wobbled a little. Juliet saw that and came over to me.

"I hope you are not driving."

I looked down at her sweet face. "I just live across the street." I tried not to slur anything, but I had really put away too much in a short time.

"Okay. Be careful." She let me go.

I started walking toward the door, but I caught my right foot on one of the stool legs and went sprawling. Mary and Juliet were helping me up in an instant. 

"Okay." Juliet sat me in a chair. "Stay right there for a couple of minutes."

I sat in the chair. I felt something wet on my face and realized that I had hit my nose on the floor. I put my hand to my face and a little blood was coming from my nose. I retrieved a napkin from one of the napkin containers on the table I was at and blotted it a little. Mary and Juliet finished cleaning up and then came to me.

They looked at each other and smiled. I guess I wasn't their first drunk to have to toss out. Mary spoke. "Okay, John. You live right across the street you said?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"Okay, let's get you back there in one piece. There shouldn't be much traffic, but we'll make sure you get there, okay?"

I nodded and stood. They each took an arm and I remember most of the trip home. I remember them asking which apartment I was in. I told them and then I felt Juliet searching my jacket pocket for the keys. She found them and they helped me up to the third landing and opened my apartment door. I remember them walking me in and finding the bedroom. I remember them laying me down. And then I remembered nothing else of that night.

22 September 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.

I woke the next morning very early and realized I was still in my clothes. I needed to pee, my head felt terrible, and I was in a fog. I moved and felt a body next to mine. It was warm and cuddly and turned facing away from me. I turned and spooned for a second, my semi-hard dick nestling in her ass all the way thru my Dockers and her jeans. I put my arm over her, nuzzled her neck, and instinctively said. "Marie, you smell good!"

Suddenly there was movement and the body first went rigid and then leaped out of bed. I sat up too quickly, my head spinning, and then it cleared. I was looking at Juliet.

She was staring at me. "Oh, shit! What did you say?!" She was looking around in a panic. "Shit! I fell asleep in here? Fuck!"

"Juliet!" I tried to get her attention without yelling. My head felt like a soccer ball that someone had been kicking. "I'm sorry. Please, I wasn't trying...."

"Fuck!" She screamed again and ran out of my bedroom. I got up as quickly as I could with the major hangover I had and moved into the living room. She was already out the door. 

I stared at the front door for a moment, realizing I wasn't going to catch her now. I went to the bathroom and back to bed. There was nothing I could do.

I awoke later that day and puttered around. I was bored and I wanted to make sure I apologized to Juliet. I waited around the apartment until about 8pm and then went to the bar.

I entered and Mary looked up at me with a look I couldn't place. I looked around and saw Juliet waiting on a table. I went to the far end of the bar, my normal place and took a seat. Mary came over and she didn't look happy.




Starting Over Ch. 01



"Just what did you say to Juliet last night?"

"It wasn't last night, it was this morning. I don't think she heard me right. I was waking up and didn't know who she was."

"What? Wait!" She leaned closer to me. "She was in your bed?"

"It's a long story. Can it wait until I can speak to both of you?"

"Sure. It's a quiet night. Everyone will be out of here early on a Wednesday night and I want a full explanation. She has treated me like I have the plague and said something about you and me hooking up. If you implied that you were sleeping with me I'm gonna have your balls!"

I stared at her. Fuck! What was Juliet talking about? "No way, Mary. I wouldn't make up something like that."

She looked directly at me for a few seconds, trying to ascertain if I was telling the truth. She pointed her finger at me. "Okay, but we'll talk later."

We both looked over at Juliet and she was staring at us with contempt. I was really confused now.

I had a couple of beers and now the place was empty except for a couple of tables near the front windows. The bar was empty except for me, so Mary called Juliet over.

"Okay, Juliet, spill. What the hell is going on here? Why were you in his bed this morning?"

Juliet stared at her. "Like you have a reason to talk. He woke up and tried to fondle me and was saying your name. I thought you said you were in a committed relationship and changing your ways, you slut!"

Mary's face turned red. "You have no idea what you are talking about. I have never even touched John except for carrying him back to his apartment with you. I wasn't the one in his bed this morning, so don't turn this against me." She turned to me with a glare.

It was finally becoming clear to me. I smiled a little, thinking it was a little humorous, but stopped when I noticed how the two women were glaring at me and put both hands up in surrender. "Okay, look. I know what happened. I woke up and found a warm woman's body next to me, and I...." I hesitated a little. It was still hard to talk about her. "I... I guess I thought it was my wife, Marie. Juliet thought she heard me say Mary, but what I said was Marie." I sputtered a little on her name. The two women continued to stare. Recognition was in their eyes, but there was still a question there. "I don't know why you were there Juliet, but it was a mistake. Sorry."

Mary looked over at Juliet, her eyes narrowing. "Yeah, why were you there?"

Juliet looked at her feet. "I... I guess I was tired. I just meant to relax for a minute after we put him on the bed and the next thing I knew, John was trying to fondle me. I must have just zonked out."

They looked at me. "Look, I'm sorry. I had no idea it was you. But why do you care so much about what Mary does anyway?"

They looked at each other and then at me. Something passed between them and Mary spoke. "Juliet is my cousin and has decided to 'keep an eye on me' to prevent me from falling into my old ways."

I shrugged, wondering what that meant, but knew it was not the time to pursue it. "Sorry, didn't mean to pry."

They looked at each other and finally grinned.  I looked back and forth and Mary finally spoke again. "Well, shit. That is pretty funny. So tell me, where is this missing wife? What happened? You guys split up recently?"

I stared at her, my breathing increasing. I could see the unease enter her eyes as my pain flashed in mine. I'm sure my face was white as a ghost. I looked at Juliet and she was looking concerned as well. "She... ummm... uh... she died eight months ago." The two women stared, their eyes going wide. Juliet's hand came out and she put it on my left forearm. It was warm and soft. "Cancer." I clarified.

"Oh, my god. I'm so sorry." Mary reached over and grabbed my right hand. Her hand was cold from serving the drinks. Juliet stepped up and put her arm around me.

"Sorry, John. I'm... sorry." Juliet searched for more, but couldn't come up with much else to say. There never was much to say about something like that.

"It's okay. I'm trying to start over."

Mary looked at my left hand and the ring that was still on it, but didn't say anything. "You want anything else? Drinks are on me tonight."

"Sure. Guinness." I tried not to wipe my eyes.

She went over to pour another and by the time I finished that one, the final patrons had left and it was just the three of us. They started drinking as well, and then Juliet asked. "Tell us about her." I did. Suddenly, I was glad to tell someone about her and our life. It became therapeutic for me. I told them about our meeting, dating, marrying, having a child, travelling, etc. I made it as brief and as upbeat as I could. I described the little things that Marie did that could piss me off and how I would love to be pissed off by any of them right now. I talked about how my daughter was just like Marie, headstrong and opinionated. I told them many of the good things and stayed away from the cancer. I couldn't face the pain of telling them what it was like to watch your wife of 20 years waste away. I finished and sat there. Even doing it briefly meant that it had taken me an hour to tell them about her. They looked at me. 

Mary took my hand. "I wish I could find somebody who would feel and talk that way about me. I'm beginning to wonder about David, my current boyfriend."

"God, me too. I'd love it if someone spoke about me like that!" Juliet echoed. 

Mary rolled her eyes and gave me the 'God, she's still such a baby' look.

"Well, I guess I should head home now. You guys need to close up."

"Yeah, another day done." Mary turned and started cleaning. 

Juliet hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. "See you later."

I trudged home. I wasn't very drunk tonight and I felt a little better. It was getting easier to tell people about Marie. I enjoyed talking about all the good times. 

I went to my apartment and plopped down in front of the TV. I started flipping some channels. I ran across the Cinemax channel that was commonly called "Skinamax" because of the soft porn it shows, but that didn't even hold my interest. I had been sitting there for about 20 minutes when my doorbell rang. I looked at the clock. 12:30am?

I walked to the door and checked the peephole.  Juliet and Mary were standing there so I opened the door. "Wanna go to a party?" Mary spoke and Juliet just smiled.

I hesitated. "Uhhhh... I don't think so. I'm afraid I wouldn't be much fun."

Mary stepped up and put her arm thru mine. I could feel her firm breast on my arm. "Oh, c'mon. It's just some of our local friends and they won't mind. Their parties usually last until about 3."

I still hesitated, but looked back at the lonely, empty apartment. "Okay, just one request. Please don't tell anyone about my wife. Pity sucks."

Mary pulled herself against me with her arm in a semi-hug. "Okay. I understand, but I have a question. Why are you still wearing the wedding band?"

I lifted my left hand and stared at it for a second. Then I lifted my head and looked directly into her eyes. "Because I'm still married to the woman."

Mary looked like she was going to say something then stopped. She looked over at Juliet and then back at me. She avoided any response at all. "Okay, let's go!"

We went downstairs and all piled into Mary's car. It was a Prius, just what I would have expected of her, and Juliet said she'd get in the back.  Mary drove for only a few minutes and we were at a large house on a residential street. There were a few cars there, but not that many. We piled out of the car and walked up to the house. Mary didn't even knock, just opened the door and walked in. Juliet and I followed.

The house was old, the furniture had seen better days, and the people in there were all talking so loudly that I was assaulted by a constant buzzing from it. Mary put a bottle of something that she brought on a table with all the other alcohol and took my arm. She led me up to a couple about her age and introduced me to them. They were the homeowners and were evidently old friends of hers. I forgot their names as soon as we walked away. Then she led me over to the drink table, made us a couple of scotches on the rocks and led me to an open spot on the couch. She sat on my left as she told me that these were friends of hers from school. She told me how she had led a "very wild" life when younger, but finally found that she wanted more out of life and was going back to school. She told me she was always good at academics, but was distracted by sex and alcohol, although no details were offered. She was trying to get her act together now. As she talked I looked around and most of the individuals there were between 25 and 35. I wondered again about Juliet's age. A woman sat down on my right and Mary introduced me. Her name was Jo and she was a grad student. I started talking to Jo and Mary got up to go talk to some other people.

"So what are you studying, Jo?"

"Business. I want to get my MBA so that I can compete with all the jerks out there that think a woman is just a plaything."

I could detect the bitterness in her comment. I figured there was some history there. "That's cool. An advanced degree is always a good thing to have in the job market." I didn't know what else to say.

We talked a little more and she seemed relaxed until she noticed my ring. "Where's your wife?"

I looked down at my ring. "Uh... she's not here."

"So she's at home?" Her question sounded a little accusatory and caught me off guard. 

I was not prepared to answer questions about Marie at a party, so I tried to avoid it. It turned out to be a mistake. "Uh – no, she's just not here."

At that Jo snapped. "So you're out at a party, flirting and looking for a little something on the side, is that it?" She had definitely been treated badly by someone.

"No. I'm not. Jo, it's not like that...."

She was angry so fast. She stood up and was yelling at me, everybody turning and looking. "You misogynistic fuckers are all alike. Take a fucking hike." She stormed off.

Now I was mad, too. We had just been talking, there was no sexual flirtation going on. She leaped to some pretty fast conclusions and no matter how she had been hurt before, I was insulted. She had yelled at me in a public forum and I didn't like it. In the back of my mind my logical side was telling me that since I'd been drinking I should stay away from her. I should have just left, but I was angry and hurt and was going to take it out on someone. I jumped up and followed her into the kitchen. She was standing by the stove, her arms crossed, fuming. There were other people in the room, but I didn't give a shit. I had had too much to drink and I was still angry at life for taking my precious Marie, so when she attacked me my anger boiled over and I later realized that it had been held in check too long.

I walked right up to her and stared right into her eyes. She was a little intimidated by my invasion of her personal space. "Before you jump to conclusions, get your fucking facts straight. For your information, my wife is dead!" I could see the blood drain from her face, but I continued. I was too mad. "That was a pretty quick conclusion you jumped to out there, and I resent it. What's the female equivalent of a misogynist? I don't know the word, but I'm looking at one! Fuck off!" I turned and stormed out.

I walked directly out the front door and started in the direction of home. I had only gone a few steps down the sidewalk when Mary came running after me. 

"John! John! Slow down!"

I stopped and looked back at her, barely able to stand still with my heart still racing and the anger coursing through me. She came up to me quickly.

"What happened in there?"

"Your friend Jo jumped to some quick conclusions, basically accusing me of being a philanderer and scumbag. As soon as she saw my wedding ring she thought I was out looking for a piece of ass while my poor little wife sat at home. Bitch!"

Mary stared at me and held my arm, not letting me walk away. "Okay... okay! You got worked up pretty quick. Why didn't you just blow her off? She's just had a couple of not very nice, or faithful, boyfriends."

I tried to smile, but the anger was still pulsing thru me. "I don't know. I can't say why it happened, but it did. It just pissed me off! She assumed she knew all about me in an instant, and I wasn't going to put up with anyone's shit anymore."

She smiled and took my arm. "Okay, calm down. She was just taking her anger at her shitty boyfriends out on you and you were apparently taking your anger at losing your wife out on her. Let it go. Relax." She looked around. "Let me take you home. You can't walk from here." She definitely had the soothing bartender rap down pat.

"What about Juliet?"

"She's going home with her roommate anyway. Jo is her roommate."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, great! That's just beautiful."

Mary laughed and once again put her arm in mine. "Yeah, pretty funny, eh?" She led us back to her car and we got in so she could take me home. 

I looked at her while we were in the car and my anger abated. "Thanks. You were pretty good back there."

She smiled. "It comes from years of practice, believe me. As a bartender you have to be able to diffuse some tough situations – or just call the cops. Besides, after watching and listening to you describe your wife, I know you're not like that."

When we got to my apartment building, she got out with me. "Mind if I come up for a while?"

I looked at her closely, wondering if this might lead to where I immediately thought it might – sex. I also wondered if I could to anything about it. "Uh, sure, no problem."

She could sense my hesitation. "Look, I'm not a serial killer or anything!" She gave me a wide grin.

"Sorry. Sure, come on up. After all, the night is still young; it's only 2am!" I put a touch of sarcasm in the time.

She laughed. "Well, those are the hours of a bartender. Is it past your bedtime?"

I could tell she was just poking fun and I grinned. "Yes, as a matter of fact it is, you smart ass woman!"

She put her arm in mine once again and led me inside the apartment building. "Yes, I am a smart ass. But I usually get what I want." Wow, did that sound familiar to me.

We went into my apartment and she immediately went to the fridge. "I'm going to have a beer, you want one?"

For the first time in a while, I didn't. "No, thanks." I moved into the living room, sat down, and fiddled with my iPad to play some music on my sound system. 

Mary came in and sat next to me, turning so that she was facing me. "It really is true, you know." She smiled.

"What's true?"

"I usually get what I want." Now her grin was wide and she winked at me.

I laughed. "I can see that you would. In fact, I think any beautiful woman today can get just about anything she wants."

She looked at me closely. "So you think I'm beautiful?"

I looked her over, but I had been doing that for three weeks now. I didn't really need additional confirmation. "Of course. I'm sure you don't need me to tell you that. You know you are a beautiful woman and that I'm attracted to you."

She kept staring at me. "What does that mean?"

"Look, you are nicely built, have an open, honest, and very pretty face, you are nice to everyone, and you've taken a liking to my old bones, so what would I not find attractive about that?"

She looked down, slightly embarrassed, but then looked up again directly into my eyes. "Is that the same as beautiful to you?"

"Hey, I'm a guy. If you ask me to appraise someone I've never met, then I'll probably do it only on looks; body, face, all physical characteristics. But once I get to know someone, then obviously there is more to it than that. You have impressed me both ways."

She smiled, getting the point I was making. "Yeah. But would you have sex with me right now?" She stayed locked onto my eyes, checking out my response.

I'm sure she saw the slight flicker of surprise there. I thought that she might be thinking that when she invited herself up to my apartment, but it was still a surprise to hear it from a woman who was at least 10 years my junior. I looked down for a second; unable to take her firm gaze, then looked back up. "Not sure if I can."

She cocked her head and looked at me funny. "Not sure if you can or if you want to?"

"Well, I really want to, but I haven't had sex in a year and with nobody except my wife in 20 years, so I'm not sure if I can." I looked at her closely as I paused briefly. "Besides, what about your boyfriend?"

"Dave? Humph! He can piss off. He thinks I don't know that he's been trying to get into the pants of one of the neighbors and almost succeeded except she changed her mind at the last minute. Guys! Are all of you like that? Were you?"

I was still working on getting up for sex when she hit me with that. "You mean always looking for a conquest, even while I was in a relationship?" She nodded. "I thought you knew I wasn't like that?" She shrugged and waited for me to continue. "Okay, I was never like that. I was always a one-woman-at-a-time man. I may have dated and slept with a few only once when I was young, but when I was in a relationship, that woman was the only one I bedded. Sure, I liked to flirt, but never, ever cheated on a girlfriend or my wife. It's just the way I'm wired. My wife even laughed at the way I flirted, but she was not threatened by it. She knew me."

She stared at me. "You never, ever had sex with someone else while even just dating someone?"

"Nope! I think that comes from growing up in a household full of strong women. Of course, it's also true that taking care of one good woman is a full time job!" I gave her a grin. "And one other thing; I've never been attracted to women who were not strong willed. I like someone I can wrestle with mentally as well as physically. They wouldn't put up with that." I smiled at my own attempt at humor.

She stood and took my hand. "Of course – now will you please have sex with me?"

I stared at her for a minute and then reached over and took her hand, pulling her back down to the couch. "Mary, I would love to have sex with you, but...." I looked at her and tried to explain it, but I knew I was probably going to fumble it a little. "Look. I really do want to have sex with you, but how about we cool it for tonight and just remain platonic friends for a while longer. I want to think about it and I want you to make sure you don't make a mistake about Dave before you are sure."

She stared at me for a second. "Hmmm. That makes too much sense. I wish you weren't making sense right now because I'm horny and Dave hasn't been taking care of that." I watched her closely. I think she could tell that I was a little surprised by her frankness. "Well, he hasn't. I guess what I'm trying to say is that Dave and I don't appear to be that physically compatible."

"Have you discussed it with him?"

"Ugh! Getting him to discuss it is worse than pulling permanent teeth! He just can't imagine why I'm not completely satisfied with his 5-minute sex routine." She looked up at me and could tell I was a little uncomfortable discussing the details. "Well, maybe I'd better stop there. Too much information, right?"

"Yeah, really!" I ran my hand over my forehead, giving her the 'Whew! That was close!' gesture. 

She laughed and then looked at me with that look of intensity she gets sometimes. "Can I at least stay here tonight? I probably shouldn't be driving."

I hesitated for just a second, wondering if there was an ulterior motive behind that request, but finally acquiesced. If there was an ulterior motive, she was probably thinking that she could work her way into the one bed in the apartment, but she didn't know the full extent of my apartment. "No problem. I'll show you the guest room." 




Starting Over Ch. 01



She looked around. "What? I thought this was a one-bedroom apartment?"

I smiled. "Yes, but I rented both this one and the one next to it. I use the other one for my 'other' activities and I want to have a place for my daughter to stay when she comes from college to visit."

"Oh, okay. Well, lead the way."

I led her toward the kitchen and showed her where the connecting door was. We entered the other apartment, which was a mirror image of my first one, and I showed her the bedroom. She eyed me closely. 

"I know that rents are not extremely high here, but renting two apartments is not cheap. You're keeping this just for when your daughter comes to visit?"

"Well, there is also the problem I have with late night visits from bartenders who are trying to sleep with me."

She smiled and punched me. "That wasn't the plan, it just sort of came up."

I looked at her and answered playfully. "Whatever!" I pointed over to the bathroom. "Everything you need is in there. I have extra towels, soap, toothpaste, toothbrush, and even other sundry necessary 'female' items." I made quotation marks in the air with my hands around the word female.

She laughed. "Really? You really went and bought things like tampons and pads to have on hand, just in case?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Are you sure you aren't running a kidnapping ring to trap girls in here while you wait for your partners to pick them up?" She was being playful again.

"No, I'm not. Of course, I wouldn't admit that even if I was." I gave her a rakish grin. "But why is that so hard to believe?"

"Dave and the other guys I know wouldn't be caught dead buying those items."

"Why? It's part of life. It's not like you can ignore it or get away from it. I've been buying them since I was in high school for my mother and sisters."

"Well, it appears that you keep surprising me."

"That's good! Now if you don't mind, young lady, it's well past my bedtime and I have to get some sleep. I am, after all – well, 46!"

"OMG! Are you that old? We'd better get you one of those medical emergency alarms!"

"Smart ass woman! Go to bed!" I was shaking my head at her and laughing.

She smiled and went up on her toes to give me a quick kiss. "Goodnight." She kissed me on the cheek and I could smell her scent. It was a mix of a little perfume, a little alcohol, a little bar, and a little sweat. It was actually quite intoxicating. 

When she pulled back I looked down into her eyes. I suddenly wanted her. I took her by the shoulders and stared into her eyes for a second and then slowly brought my face down to hers. She was receptive and turned her head to kiss me back. Our mouths met lightly at first, but then more strongly as our lust took over. Her tongue came out and fenced with mine and we went into a strong embrace. For the first time in quite a while I wanted to have sex with a woman. I pulled back and looked down at her. "Can I change my mind? I want you. I want you bad."

She smiled and kissed me on the lips. "Yes, please. I've wanted you all night."

I smiled at that admission. "Let's go into my bedroom." We walked back thru my apartment and entered my bedroom. She turned to start getting undressed, but I had other ideas. "Wait!" She stopped and waited for me to explain. "Let me do that, please. I want to unwrap you like a beautiful present."

She smiled and almost purred. "Mmmm. I think I'd like that. Please, do so."

I unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, revealing some very nice breasts in a pink push up bra. They looked delectable and had some freckles running across the top of them. I gave a quick kiss to each of the bared, pushed up portion of the breasts displayed above the bra, eliciting a small murmur of approval from Mary. I placed the blouse over the back of the chair in my bedroom. I knelt and removed her shoes, which were nice flats, probably because she bartended tonight. I then undid her jeans button and unzipped them. She watched closely as I grabbed the waist band. They were tight so I pulled on each side in an alternating manner and she wiggled her hips to help me get them over her hips and down her legs. She giggled at the effort it took for me to do that. I took them off and put them on the chair as well. I turned to take in the vision before me. I had not been in this position with a woman since my wife was taken ill and it was wonderful, if bittersweet. Mary's panties matched her bra; they were bikini cut and accentuated a very nice pair of legs. She seemed a little shy as I stared at her, not moving for a second. I turned her around and pulled her to me. I ran my hands from her thighs up along the side of her body, up over her waist and then around onto her stomach. I moved them up over her breasts lightly and then up to her neck. I turned her head sideways and kissed and nibbled on her neck. She moaned slightly and I pushed my now very hard dick against her ass. It was as hard as it had been in the last year and I was glad that I was taking my time. Her breathing was becoming more labored.

She turned when I pulled back. "I don't need this kind of seduction, John, I'm horny and ready now."

I smiled and whispered. "It's not for you. It's for me. We dinosaurs can't change our ways." And I realized as I did it how much I missed my wife. I was wishing it was her standing in front of me, but at the same time, extremely excited that it was Mary. The familiarity that had developed between my wife and I meant that I knew all her buttons and how to push them, and conversely, she knew mine. We were comfortable together and enjoyed each other physically very much. I know my daughter may have been shocked a couple of times because we knew she had come home to hear us having sex, but that's real life.

And now here I was with Mary. I had not had sex with anyone except my wife in over 20 years, but I really wanted Mary at this moment. I released the clasp on her bra, let it slide forward, and slipped it off her arms. I took it and put it on the chair. I turned her around and looked at her breasts. They were not as firm as they may have once been, but they were hers and she was giving them to me. They were almost a C-cup and had light brown areola and very nice, rounded nipples. My wife had had very similar tits. I moved in and kissed her hard, our tongues fighting for position, and ran my right hand up to tweak her nipples. She groaned into my mouth. I pulled back and kissed my way down to her tits. I sucked and licked each nipple in turn as she held my head and moaned. I moved down over her belly, feeling her twitch and jerk as my moustache tickled her. I looked up at her and could see the desire and want in her eyes. I slowly pulled down her panties and took them off. I tossed them at the chair, but couldn't see if they made it. My focus was on a completely shaved pussy. 

I must have stared for a few seconds longer than Mary expected because she looked down and moved to cover herself, right hand over her tits and left over her pussy, suddenly hesitant about showing it to me. All the women I had slept with in my life, save one, had that look when I first saw them naked. There was something about our society that seemed to make them self-conscious the first time that a man saw them nude, even the beautiful ones; like they wouldn't measure up. They knew every little flaw of their own body and seemed to think that each one took away from the overall vision of a woman giving herself to a man. Mary was not model-thin, and okay, so her breasts sagged a little, but she was still a sensual, sexy vision. I smiled at her and loved her sudden coy look. "You are gorgeous." 

"Thanks." She seemed uncomfortable with my looking her over. 

"You're shaved bare. I've never had a shaved pussy before."

"Really? I like it that way. Don't you?"

"We'll see!" is all I uttered as I pushed her towards the bed and pushed her back onto it. I removed my clothes while she watched her lust now evident. I, too, was not as young as I once was, and I hoped she was not disappointed with the old body in front of her. I was still in pretty good shape from mountain biking, basketball, and weights, but had the beginnings of some love handles, several nasty scars from biking and my time in the military, and both my chest hair and pubic hair had a touch of grey in them. Ugh! Grey pubic hair! Even with all the workouts, I knew I couldn't measure up to a 25 year old who was in any shape at all.

I finished undressing and looked up at her.  Her nipples were hard little nubs and her pussy was becoming blood engorged. She was definitely turned on now. I moved over her and kissed her again, my dick pressing her hip between us. 

She reached down and grabbed it. "I don't think you are going to have any problems tonight!" She grinned as I groaned.

I moved to her glorious eraser topped mounds and sucked on each nipple. She groaned and held my head as I suckled. I started kissing my way down to her pussy, but she pulled my head up.

"I can't wait much longer; you have been teasing me for 30 minutes. Just fuck me now or I'm going to explode!"

I looked down at my dick, hard and throbbing. It was me who was going to explode tonight. It had been a long time since I had last felt a nice warm pussy enveloping my dick. I had not even jerked off that much, my mind being completely swamped with my personal misery for so long. 

"That's the general idea." I said as I smiled down at her. I reached over to the nightstand and retrieved a condom. It had been extremely wishful thinking and Army training to always be prepared that had even caused me to buy them, but here I was, actually having the need for them. I ripped open the package and Mary extracted it and rolled it on me. 

I grabbed her by the knees and pushed them up and out, giving myself all the room I could get to impale her on my staff. I pushed it forward and she grabbed it and put it in. Her cunt was tight and so very, very hot. I groaned as I buried my dick completely into her now soaking honey pot. 

"Oh, yeah, John, fuck me!" She had her eyes closed as she made a request for an act that was already underway.

I thrust in and out, feeling the pull of her lips in each direction. Her tits were bouncing with each thrust, now covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her head was back and I was relishing the feeling of fucking again. The physical closeness of two human beings was something that I had missed recently. I pushed into her, wondering about this gorgeous woman who was now writhing underneath me. Why had she decided to grant me this pleasure? What was going on in her head? I finally pushed all those thoughts out of my head as I felt her hands move down to my ass and her hips tilt as she pulled her knees back to her chest. She wanted me buried in her and I obliged her. She pulled and I pushed and we tried to get more of my body than would fit into her tight pussy. We were now thrusting hard at each other, the slapping of my hips against hers signaling our impending release. She was moaning now, but not talking. I was never much of a talker during sex either.

I started rotating my hips, ensuring that I found her clit with each thrust. Finally, she started squealing a little 'Oh' with the impact of each thrust until she groaned and shivered and came under me. Her body clenched several times and her eyes were now held tightly shut as she grimaced thru her orgasm. I kept up my pounding for only about three more strokes before I emptied myself into the condom. It felt wonderful and I collapsed on top of her.

"My god, I've just had sex with a man who loves to please a woman and actually knows how to do it." She smiled up at me and winked.

I laughed. "Well, it's been a while for me, so I might be a little out of practice." I really didn't believe that.

She groaned and grinned at me. "I don't think I could take anymore teasing and buildup than that. If you are out of practice, I won't be able to stand it when you are back to your old self. Nobody does that sort of seduction anymore. The way you undressed me was delicious. I loved the slow buildup as you revealed my body."

I laughed again and rolled off her, laying there, catching my breath. As I disposed of the condom, I relaxed.  I had enjoyed the sex and didn't miss her comment about her not being able to stand it when I was back to my old self. She was indicating that this might happen again. I was all for that!

I could smell our sex and it was a new, but familiar smell. I turned to her. "Well, I don't bounce back like I used to so I make sure I get it right the first time. And if nobody you are having sex with does that for you, then you are sleeping with the wrong men!" I put my hand on her hip. "In any case, thank you for making an old man feel good. Can you tell me why?"

She turned and smiled. "You're welcome and I can't say why. I just felt attracted to you all of a sudden. I think I was attracted to you because of the way you spoke about your wife and how you loved her. And now... whew! I'm glad I did! I didn't realize what I was missing with Dave's five minute routine until just now."

 "Sorry."

She laughed. "Don't be. You just made me realize that we've got some work to do. I can't be happy if my sex life isn't also satisfied."

I smiled. "Any time you need a reminder of what a wonderful, sensual, sexy woman you are, just let me know. I can do that any time you want."

She looked at me a little funny. "Okay. I may have to take you up on that."

We lay there recovering for a few more minutes and then she rolled over against me, putting her left arm and leg up over me. "Do you mind if I sleep here tonight?"

"You don't need to get home to Dave? Won't he wonder where you are?"

She sighed. "Dave who?"

I giggled. "You know I've never done this."

She rose up on her elbow. "What?"

"Had sex with someone who was already in a relationship."

"Yeah, so you said before. But you can't say that anymore!"

"True. Yes, you can stay the night." I sang an old Rod Stewart song a little as a joke. "I'll pay your cab fare home, you can even use my best cologne, just don't be here in the morning when I wake up." She stared at me. "Sorry, an old Rod Stewart song off an album when he was with the 'Faces' called 'Stay With Me'. I'm a fan of old rock."

"Strange reference."

"Sorry. I meant it as a joke. You don't have to be gone when I wake up."

She cuddled back down against me. "Well, I suppose you can make one joke considering we're lying here naked after sex and you took such good care of me."

"Mmmm. Oh, by the way, I love shaved pussy." She didn't respond. I laid there for a couple of minutes, but didn't say anything more. I could feel her breathing slowing. She was going out quickly. I reached down and pulled the sheet up over us.

A couple of minutes later I could tell she was asleep. I reviewed my night and was amazed at what had occurred in the three weeks since I moved here.

As I finally drifted off to sleep I looked at the ring on my finger and was glad that I had had my wife as long as I did, but also glad that Mary had come to me tonight.

 To be continued... 




Starting Over Ch. 01



She felt the shake before she heard the voice, the tone was quiet and confused and worried, “Mum?”

She opened her eyes and saw the smooth white flesh of her daughter’s thigh, felt the gentle caress on her hair and she followed her daughter’s gentle tug and rose up, surprised at the stickiness on her cheek and she allowed her daughter to pull her back and they both fell onto the pillows propped against the headboard. They said nothing, the daughter holding the mother, stroking her hair, gently, as she had been stroked.

“Ever since I was a little girl,” the mother finally said, in a dull, mechanical voice, “I would take the juices from my pussy and taste it, lick it, not all of it, just some of it because I wanted the rest on my fingers to leave beside my nose as I went to sleep. Later, when I married your father, when we’d have sex, I always touch myself before he came, touch myself to get my own, pure juices and when he grunted and rolled off me, it was my time, my time to lick myself, to taste myself, to smell myself. It is my sleeping pill, Jessica. It’s sick, I know, but I’ve never cared, I’ve never cared until now. Who could I hurt? That’s what happened here, Jess, I was like a bee to honey. When I smelled you, I think I smelled myself and I went, I went as I’ve always wanted to go to my self. But something happened here tonight, Jess, and it shouldn’t have, I can’t explain it. And I’m utterly, utterly ashamed.”

Jessica jumped out of bed and pulled her mother with her. “Get dressed, hurry!”

“For what?”

“For anything, hurry,” and Jess opened her drawer and even though it was night time, quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and her mother, watching, stripped off her tattered dress and followed suite and they were in the lobby in minutes.

“This way,” said the daughter and she headed for the main entrance. The mother followed, but she didn’t know why, she didn’t know why she was in the lobby but she was glad to follow, she was glad she didn’t have to think about …it, but she would have to, at another time, an awful time — and when she did, she knew she would be in front of a mirror where she could look at herself, study herself, search for clues, try to understand … but that was another time.

They stopped just outside the doors. Ann was conscious of the cool air and the soft breeze and the arm that rapped around her shoulder and turned her around. Jessica’s words were loud, as if to a crowd, “The Riverview Health Club and Spa, mum, doesn’t it look great. I’ve always want to come here with you. I’m so excited I can hardly stand it,” the words were an eager child’s, full of gaiety and hope, then she added in a lower voice, words only for her mother, “we need a new beginning, mum, we’ll be starting over when we pass through those doors.”



Starting Over Ch. 02



(To fully understand this story, please see Chapter 1.)

They straightened the room when they got back, and while Jessica took a quick shower, Ann drew a bath and had just settled into its soapy warmth when Jessica, wearing a white terry cloth robe and a toweled turban sat down on the toilet seat next to the bath. Neither said anything for a moment, both enjoying the proximity and silence.

“It’s funny what you said, mum.”

“About what?”

“About your juices.”

Ann wanted to slip beneath the water, to make it cleanse her of her shame but her daughter sensed this and kissed her mother’s shoulder with a warm and encouraging smile.

Her words were decidedly frank, as if there was no possible need for inhibition. “When I was about 11 or 12, I think it was about then, I was downstairs just fooling around, I don’t remember what I was doing, it isn’t important, but I was in the laundry room and I saw a pair of your panties on top of the hamper.” Jessica told the story to the wall, not wanting to look at her mother, not want to see her reaction. “They were so different from mine. They were bigger, of course, but they were brighter, yellow, high cut yellow nylon panties, and softer and they were so pretty, so pretty like you. Anyway, after I looked at them for awhile I brought them to my nose and I smelled you. I’ll never forget that smell,” Jessica laughed, and she thought her mother did, too, “it wasn’t like tonight, it was different.” She shrugged, “Hard to explain, hard to explain smells that make you tingle with excitement. Anyway, I put those panties on, they didn’t fit but I put your panties on and I wore them all around the house, even when I was beside you, touching you. It felt so great, it felt so exquisitely naughty. That was the first time I did that, the last time was about two days ago and I’ve been doing that off and on from that very first day. Why am I telling you this?” She knew why she was and didn’t wait for her mother to speculate, “Because you’re not alone, mum, I love your juices, too.” Then she got up and playfully pushed at her mother’s head, as a team mate might. “I don’t blame you for smelling and licking yourself, mum, you’ve got a great taste.” Then she left, leaving a mother alone with her very troubled thoughts.

It was late and they were hungry now so they ordered room service, something light. Jessica sat on the couch with the plate on her lap, her mother sat at the table. They nibbled at the food and drank their wine. There was a little nervousness in the air, a little tension. What did starting over mean? It could mean one thing to one and an entirely different thing to the other, but that’s not what was on Ann Carter’s mind. No. Having pushed a personal matter, an entirely personal matter to the farthest reaches of her thoughts, she dwelled on her daughter’s conduct and it troubled her deeply. Jessica will have a long and she desperately hoped fabulously happy life ahead of her, but her animal passion could never be an ally. But how to discuss it? She tried a round about way of getting there, kind of coming at the problem from the rear. 

“This is none of my business, hon, and don’t answer if you don’t want to, but have you been sexually active.”

The daughter was not surprised by the question, only surprised that the inquiry was being made in her 23rd year and not in, say, her 16th when she understood it was normal. So her first thought was why now? And when she asked herself the question, the answer became obvious, but she thought she’d make her mother work a bit for it.

“Yes, I’ve been sexually active …, sort of, a bit like you and lesbianism, I haven’t had intercourse, but I’ve done pretty much everything else.”

“Is it difficult, is it difficult to hold off?”

“Intercourse?” Her mother nodded, “No, not really, but I’ve decided to try,” when she saw her mother’s confusion she clarified, “try to hold off. I want meds school, mum, I really, really want meds school and if I get there that’ll be another thousand years of school. I don’t need a man in my life just now and I won’t fuck a man I don’t want to spend a lot of time with.” There, how does that help you with your next question?

It didn’t, Ann Carter didn’t know what to say. If her daughter wasn’t really engaging in sex how could the beast within her matter? Drop it, she said to herself, forget about it.

But Jessica had other plans. “I lost it tonight, mum, I know I did, I lost it, but it will be the last time in my life I do.” Her mother was about to say something, but she stopped her. “I want to tell you why I did. OK?

Her mother nodded, probably because even with the wine, her mouth was too dry for her to speak.

“I’ve told you how much I wanted to be here with you, I’ve told you I’ve thought about you day and night for years, I’ve even admitted to wearing your panties,” she laughed but without a shred of self-consciousness, as if it meant nothing at all, “hell I’ve even admitted sniffing your panties! So how did you expect me to react when you seemed to toss me aside, treat me like some infatuated school girl? Well,” she laughed innocently, “I reacted like … an infatuated school girl.” Then she got very serious. “But that was only because I love you so deeply, mum, and you hurt me so much,” then she brightened as if she hadn’t a care in the world, “but, trust me, I’m over that,” and she said, getting to her feet, “come over here and I’ll show you.”

Ann Carter was surprised to find herself on her feet, so surprised that she thought about it. Why? But as she watched her daughter climb onto the bed she had her answer. This was no impressionable school girl, this was a bright, attractive, wonderful woman who knew precisely what she wanted, what she needed, and a woman who had the courage to go after it. Love, Ann thought, as she walked towards her daughter, has so many faces.

They lay against the pillows propped up on the headboard, they lay as close to each other as they could, Jessica’s arm around her mother’s neck.

The silence wasn’t awkward, but it was there, so Ann used it to clear up a matter that had been on her mind, not surprisingly, since her daughter had mentioned it, “Did you really wear my panties, or were you just saying that to make me feel better?

“Both,” she said, playfully squeezing her mother’s neck, “I wore your panties and I love your scent and I hope like hell you are flattered.” Jessica kissed her mother’s hair and left her nose in a hairy tangle as she always did, “Do you think that’s weird?”

“I don’t know?” Ann’s words had a touch of fascination in them. “As weird as sleeping with your own scent on your fingers? I doubt it.”

Jessica squeezed her mother again in reassurance and buried her face deeper into her hair, “That’s not weird, that’s delicious. God, mum, you are a sexy, sexy woman, you can’t believe what that did to me when you told me.”

“Wanna bet?” When Ann looked up at her daughter she almost flinched at her youthful beauty, “I didn’t exactly find the image of my fabulously attractive, 22 year old, beautifully built, sexy daughter standing in my panties disgusting.” Then she added, “Are we sick?”

“Do we care?” With Jessica’s laugh, genuine joy pulled the mother to the daughter and they held each other, laughing together, reveling in their happiness, their intimacy then they slowly separated and Jessica kissed her mother’s lips, lingering on them, waiting, wanting the intimacy to last, wanting the acceptance to be total then she soaked her tongue and dragged it between her mother’s lips, playfully poking into the corners of her mouth until it opened. 

From time to time their lips moved in questions, but mostly they just kissed and bit on each other lips and sucked, sometimes on the lips, sometimes on the tongue. “Is this what you were dreaming about, Jess?”

Jessica was cool now, gone was the animal frenzy, she knew now she was in charge and she knew now, for the first time, she could do anything she wanted with this woman at her side, this wonderful, sensitive, sexy, loving mother who gave her her sexuality and the courage to explore it. When she heard her mother’s words a moan escaped her lips. Oh, God, yes, this, your breath, your smell, your touch, your breasts on mine, your hair in my eyes, your spit on my lips, your heart beating like mine but most important, most important of all, your permission, your permission to love you the way I’ve always dreamed of loving you and she reached for the buttons on her mother’s blouse. “We’re starting all over mum, so I haven’t see these yet.”

Ann helped her daughter with the buttons, neither one in a hurry, and she helped her pull the blouse from her body and discard it on the floor. As she looked at her mother’s lacy white bra she said, “I think I have a fetish, mum,” there was a slight snicker in her voice, “I’ve spent so much time in your underwear I think I’d rather see you with it on, then with it off.”

“Did you wear my bras, too,” Ann lifted her eyebrows in curiosity.

“Yep, but not as much, they don’t smell, mum, I could feel you in them, but I could never smell you. But I loved the touch, I loved to know that my tits were resting where your tits had been resting. It excited me, still does when I touch your bra.”

Ann laughed a little self-consciously, and gave her daughter a quick, approving peck on the forehead, then she said with a laugh, “Well you can put your tits in my bras any time you want,” then she added more cautiously, “but it’s probably a lot better to see me in my underwear then without.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” said Jessica, as she kissed at her mother’s bra, feeling the heat, making sense of the smell below the fabric. “Oh, God, mum, you are just so fucking fantastic,” and she let her hand go down to her mothers slacks. This was the moment! All she had to do was slip her hand under the waistband of the pants and she would be there, there on her panties, not her mother’s panties while she worse them, as good as that was, but her mother’s panties on her mother. She was just about to push her fingers forward, hooking them under the waistband of the pants, when she stopped. It was wrong, the timing was wrong, the situation was wrong — and she knew how she could improve it.

Jessica Carter sat up and when her mother started to rise with her she gently pushed her down. “I want to tell you something, mum.” She looked down into her mother’s blue, clear, inquiring eyes and almost shuddered with pleasure, shuddered with love for this woman who had given her so much, who had lingered so erotically for so many years in her fantasies. “Every night, well not every night, but a lot of nights, especially lately, I have dreamed of one thing, of putting my hand down there and feeling you, feeling your heat, your wetness, feeling you, feeling the panties I used to steal and wear and smell. I was just about to do that, and I can’t begin to tell you how I’m feeling right now, how turned on I am, how much I want you, I was just about to feel you in your panties for the first time but there was one thing missing, and that was having you see me do it, having you watch my pleasure, my love.”

Ann reached out and took her daughter’s hand and brought it to her lips. She opened it, kissing her palm, letting her lips linger, letting the palm close on her face then she slowly lowered her daughter’s hand down to the waistband of her pants and as she pushed at the elastic she had a sudden change of heart and quickly sat up. 

“If this is going to be that moment, I’m damn well going to look my best.” She jumped off the bed, rushed to her drawers, found the sexiest underwear she owned and in what seemed like a single motion stripped off her pants with her underwear and pulled the others on. Then she looked at her daughter, “Should I put the pants back on?”

Jessica considered the question but just for a second, “The negligee.”

“Bra?”

“Off.”

Ann removed her bra, put on the pink negligee and was about to hurry back to the bed when she had a thought. She bent down pulled the yellow panties from within her pants on the floor and sling-shot them at her daughter. 

Jessica was laughing even before she caught them and she jumped from the bed, pushed down her pants and underwear and stepped into her mother’s yellow panties. Standing, she faced her mother, who was kneeling on the bed now, and slowly and dramatically took her fingers and dragged them across the soft nylon on her stomach. “Oh, God, mum, I can’t tell you how great this is: the first hot one’s I’ve ever had,” she laughed.

“And wet, too.” They laughed together as Jessica took off her top and bra and put on a grey negligee from her second drawer. 

They kneeled together on the bed, holding each other, kissed softly when Ann’s hand went down and felt her daughter’s ass through the panties that she had worn just moments before. She let her hand roam as far around the ass as it could, marveling at its roundness, its smoothness, its perfection, then Jessica placed her mother on her back and smoothed out her negligee, then with three fingers traced a pattern on the silk, a pattern that began at her mother’s navel and followed up her stomach, across her nipples, now two small silky tents, then up her mother’s throat to her chin then onto her lips. “The next time my fingers are here, mum, they’ll be bringing you a treat.” Then she reversed their course, the fingers slowly moving down the silky body until they hovered over the hidden seam, “Watch me, mum, I have never been more excited.”

Ann stiffened a little, the anticipation, yes, but also the prospects of her daughter’s disappointment, then she felt the fingers, just a hint of them as they stole down the fabric to touch the hem and slowly pull it back. When she felt her negligee tighten, she lifted her ass, God, it was happening, her daughter was lifting her cover and she was lifting her sex, pushing her pelvis upward, not thrusting, but pushing it upwards towards her daughter’s face and then the negligee was free and she fell back almost in disappointment. But the look on her daughter’s face!

Jessica let the negligee fall on her mother’s narrow, white waist with the shallow, crinkled button. She studied the waistband first, how it dug in so lightly to her mother’s delicious white skin. Then the expanse of red, delicate, silken red, almost liquid red, barely translucent, red that seemed to cling to every sweat-filled pour of her fabulous fragrant body and then the colour disappeared, into the smooth skin of her hips, into the deep moist gullies of her groins and over the marvelous mound of her sex, that place that she touched so many time on her panties, knowing it wasn’t herself she was touching but her mother. 

Jessica’s hands were on her mother’s legs now and she was parting them, gently pushing them open, stretching them, opening the mother for the daughter, “Oh, Jess, I hope it’s what you want, I hope it’s what you’ve dreamed of.” 

“I want to kiss it, mum, please ask me to kiss it, please tell me to kiss it, say to me ‘kiss me Jessie, kiss me where you’ve dreamed of kissing me.’”

And her mother did, she said the words exactly as directed, not robotically, but fervently, with a passion she didn’t know she had, and at her daughter’s touch, she opened her legs still further and watched her child, the one she had held on her lap while feeding her swollen breast into her hungry mouth, knowing it would never last, knowing she would grow up, knowing she would leave, but she was with her now.

That is my daughter lowering her lips onto my pussy, her hands are wrapping round my bottom and she is delicately kissing all around the panties and licking, too, kissing and licking and sucking gently, sometimes on the nylon, sometimes on my thighs which I turn slightly so her tongue can slide along the elastic. She is in no hurry, she sits up from time to time and runs her fingers around the panties, curling her fingers under the elastic at the waist and at the crotch. She blows on my legs and on my centre, I can feel it there, feeling it cool my wetness, then she strokes my lips and runs her finger along its length, three times, four times, then she goes further and presses into my anus, now wet with my own juices

“Do you think it’s wrong, mum, do you think it’s wrong for me to have wanted this so badly?”

The mother reached out and pulled her daughter’s leg, coaxing her to lie down beside her, forcing her face into her daughter’s soft fleshy thigh, trying to shut out the sweet smell of her sex. She said nothing. There was nothing not already said, instead she rose up and watched the light brown hair on her daughter’s head bob between her legs. That is my daughter with the pretty face pressing so lovingly between my legs, into my pussy, licking, sucking, moaning. She still needs me, she will need me always and I will always give her everything I have. 

Ann was glad. She didn’t want an orgasm, it would have cheapen the moment, as if all this had been merely sexual and not an act of loving, an act of loving like none she could have imagined. But she accepted her daughter’s gift, her daughter’s wet and stinking fingers pressed into her mouth and she sucked on her own juices as the daughter smiled and petted, then bent down to kiss the sucking lips, kiss the slippery fingers. 

“Mum, it was better than I had ever hoped.”

“But you didn’t come.”

Jessie shook her head then spoke her mother’s thoughts, “It wasn’t about coming, mum, it was about living my fantasy of being with you, being with you after so many nights with these,” and she swept her fingers across her mother’s panties.

She was hugging her mother now, squeezing the breath right out of her and when she let her go, the mother pushed the daughter down, kissing her and then she moved on the bed and brought her hand to her daughter’s sex, gently massaging it, slowly, carefully, skillfully, first above the panties then below, all the time looking into her daughter’s eyes, watching her build and build and build and when she erupted, when her cunt furiously beat at her mother’s fingers, when the daughter let out a moan the mother would never forget, she thought of the ways she loved this girl and she dragged her tongue over the tears on her lips.



Starting Over Ch. 02



It was late Saturday morning on the first morning of winter break, and I was just arriving home from the best night of my life. I'd been fantasizing about Terri, the teacher across the hall, since I'd met her in August. I'd spent the better part of the previous night and that morning living out those fantasies. 

Exhausted, I climbed the steps of my loft apartment, flopped on the bed, and passed out. I slept hard for several hours, waking finally due to the pressure on my bladder. The afternoon was spent watching whatever sport I could find on cable. As I was sitting in front of the TV, scratching my balls, remembering Terri's body, there was a knock at the door.

When I opened the door, I found Terri, crying again. Before I could say anything, she grabbed me, buried her face in my shoulder, and bawled. Guiding her inside, I cleared off a spot on the couch and held her until she could tell me what was wrong. Johnny the Jackass had come over and acted like his usual jackass self. It seemed he'd found out from his lawyer the previous day just how much his inability to keep his dick his pants was going to cost him. Screaming and threatening her for thirty minutes must have made him feel better, so he'd left in a huff. 

Once she'd calmed down, I drove her to the home improvement store and we picked up new locks for the front and back doors. As an afterthought, we went back in and got one for the door between the kitchen and garage. A couple of hours later, she had new locks on the doors, and we were stuffing his remaining belongings in plastic bags and putting them out on the lawn. Once we were done, I disabled the garage door opener, she called him to tell him where his stuff was, and we drove back to my apartment.

When we got to my place, Terri was still upset and decided my apartment was a mess, so she began cleaning. Try as I might, I couldn't help. She was upset, she cleaned when she was upset, and I was getting in the way. I decided the best thing I could do was to make dinner. 

After dinner, I followed her home. Whether, Johnny had been there or not, his stuff was gone. Terri quickly packed for a couple of days, then we put her Jeep in the garage and took my car back to my place.

We were beat by the time we got back to my place. I told Terri she could have my bed, and I'd take the couch.

"No you won't. We can share yours; I trust you."

I didn't own a pair of pajamas, because I never wore them. So when Terri went into the bathroom, I changed into pair of boxers and a t-shirt. When Terri came out, I went in to pee and came out to find her sitting naked on my bed. 

Stunned, I stood there, looking at her tits, until she spoke.

"I'm sorry." She reached for her t-shirt. 

I stopped her by taking her hand. "I'm just surprised. This morning you said it was a one-time thing. I never expected to see you like this again" 

"Last night was the first time since college I'd gotten laid by anyone but Johnny; I haven't cum like that since long before he came along. I've never had a fuck-buddy, or even a one-night stand until last night. I'm still not ready to date, yet. Hell, I'm still going to be married for a few more weeks. So I figure that as long as I'm staying with you, we might as well enjoy ourselves." And we did.

I was naked in record time, and the first thing I did was push her backward onto the bed, kneel in front of her, and dive between her legs. Hers may not have been the best pussy I'd ever tasted, but it was the best I could remember. I skipped most of the preliminaries, and immediately started licking her pussy. I found her clit and started flicking it with the tip of my tongue as I slid my index finger into her pussy. Soon she was bucking against my face, and grunting in time with her hips, so I slipped a second finger into her. She immediately started screaming as her orgasm exploded through her. I tried to keep her going but she grabbed my free hand, and started slapping me on the head, demanding I stop, screaming, "Too Much!" 

I stood up in front of her, still holding her hand, and enjoyed the view. Her chest heaved as she tried to get in more air. He legs were wide open, displaying her soaked pussy. She looked totally spent, but she had enough strength to pull me down on her self and kiss my sloppy lips.

When we broke the kiss, Terri demanded, "Fuck me."

Giving her a quick kiss, I climbed into the center of the bed and pulled her with me. "You'll have to wait. I'm not done playing with your body." 

I lay back on the bed, and directed her crotch over my face. As she lowered her crotch over my face, I said, "This is why I got the tall headboard, hold on."

I continued where I'd left off, attacking her clit, taking the opportunity to grope her heavy tits as well. After several minutes of groaning and moaning, Terry surprised me by standing up, turning around, and plopping back onto my face. With my nose buried in her ass cheeks, I went back to work. Soon, I felt her lean forward and grab my dick. When I felt the warmth of her mouth envelope the head of my cock, I nearly spewed right there. I must have paused, because she ground her pussy back into my face.

I filled my hands with her ass cheeks, spread them so I could get a better view, and went back to work. I kneaded her ass cheeks while licking her box until I began to feel her grinding harder into my face. I'd been fucking her off and on with my right index and middle fingers. Suddenly inspired, I slipped the tip of my middle finger against her ass hole. As soon as my finger touched her there, she moaned loudly around my cock and pushed her ass back against my hands. Encouraged, I slipped the finger in to the second knuckle, and started fucking her ass with my finger. She immediately responded by screaming, clamping down on my finger, and making a mess of my face when she came.

I stopped licking, to give her time to recover, but I kept fucking her ass with my finger until she crawled down so that her hips were even with mine, grabbed my dick, and lowered herself down onto me. I moaned loudly as I split her open, wanting nothing more than to come in her as soon as I could. Grabbing her by the hips I slammed her back down every time she lifted up. I'd hoped to make her come again, but she was too much for me, and I was soon shooting my load inside her.

Climbing off of me, Terri grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bathroom. "We need a shower." Remembering our last shower, I didn't argue. 

We made out under the spray for several minutes pressing out wet bodies together. Finally I turned her around so that I was behind her, reached around, and started soaping up her front. Reaching between her legs, I parted her lips, and found her clit. With the other hand, I toyed with a nipple, while kissing behind her ear. Soon, I was rock hard again and my dick was pressing between her slightly spread legs.

Impatiently, Terri reached between her legs, grabbed my dick and guided me into her pussy. She leaned forward until the spray was hitting her back (and my chest) and without looking back said, "Do it hard." 

Grabbing her by the hips, I started fucking her. I used her hips like I had earlier, to pull her back to me hard, but apparently not hard enough. "Harder!"

I pounded her as hard as I could without banging her head into the shower wall (more than once). As soon as she put her hands up to stop her head from hitting the wall, I pounded even harder. Looking down at her beautiful ass, I was mesmerized by how it rippled as I repeatedly slammed my hips into it. Inspired again, I let go of her right hip, slid that hand back and slipped my thumb into her asshole. It wasn't easy, but I managed to keep pounding without breaking my thumb.

Soon she was screaming in orgasm, but I kept going, trying to get off with her. Pulling my thumb out, I grabbed both hips again, and went to town. Her orgasm continued for several minutes, until finally her legs wouldn't take her weight and buckled.

I managed to catch her before she hit the deck, and holding her up, I turned us both sideways in the shower. With my dick still barely inside her, I held her up against the shower wall, kissing her neck. When she could, Terri gasped, "Oh Damn!" I started slowly slipping back in and out of her, but she stopped me. "Can we finish in bed? Want to be on my back when you cum in me."

It was difficult, but I slid out of her and we rapidly finished washing up. I dried us both off, took her hand, and led her to the bed. Crawling into the middle she laid back and opened her arms.

I stood there admiring her body for a minute and then climbed in next to her.

As we kissed, I explored her body with my hands and lips again, spending extra time when I found someplace she seemed to like. As soon as my tongue touched her pussy though, she pulled me up. "I want you in me."

As I entered her, she arched her back, shoving her fabulous chest up at me. As I slowly worked in and out, we kissed again. When we stopped kissing, we kept fucking at the same slow pace at first. Gradually, we picked up the pace until she started breathing heavy again. I was feeling that familiar pressure, and when she finally came, it was much quieter than in the shower, but even still, her moans helped send me over the edge. I gave her two or three more thrusts and let my cum spew inside her.

I collapsed on top of her, and we lay like that for a long time until I finally rolled off of her. We kissed one more time before we drifted off to sleep.

I was awakened the next morning by the phone ringing. Without thinking, I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Steve? It's Lydia." A loud, and familiar female voice nearly split my skull open.It was Terri's best friend, and the girl's track coach.

"Hi, Lydia."

"Sorry for waking you up, but I'm trying to find Terri. Her jeep's in the garage, but she won't answer the door. Have you seen her?"

Without thinking, I handed a somewhat groggy Terri the phone.

"Hi, Lydia." Terri wasn't completely awake yet either, but the explosion on the other end of the phone was loud enough to wake me the rest of the way up, so I'm sure it got her.

"What do you think I'm doing here?" Loudness on the other end. "Yes, and it was great. In fact, as soon as I hang up with you, we'll probably do it again." More loudness on the other end. "No, he's not taking advantage of me. I'm the one demanding more sex." More loudness. "Let's talk about this later. I need to pee, and then I expect to get fucked silly." 

When she hung up the phone, Terri turned and glared at me. "Why did you just hand me the phone? What if I didn't want Lydia to know we were fucking."

"Sorry," I tried to dig out of my hole. "I was barely awake."

"You'll have to make it up to me with sexual favors." She grinned, "Besides, I'm sure I'd have told her the next time we talked."

We spent most of the rest of the day naked. We fucked again before getting out of bed, and again in the shower. We laid on the couch watching football, and fooled around of and on the rest of the day, until we finally got dressed and went out to dinner. We went to bed early after dinner, since I had to fly home early the next morning, but we didn't manage to get to sleep early. The next morning, we repeated our performance in the shower again, except this time, when I pressed her against the wall after her orgasm, I fucked her until I came inside her.

After the shower, she drove me to the airport. The plan was she would stay at my place while I was gone so Johnny wouldn't be able to find her. He'd left several nasty messages on her cell phone over the weekend. As I was flying across the country, she was talking to her lawyer about a restraining order.

After four uneventful days in my hometown, with the family, I was ready to get back to Texas, and really ready to get back to Terri. As I walked toward baggage claim, I saw her. She was wearing a small black skirt and a black leather jacket zipped halfway up over a low cut white t-shirt. Her flowing blonde hair was down, and her stunning blue eyes shined with what I hoped was lust. She met me with a tonsil-licking kiss. We found my luggage and walked hand in hand to the parking garage. Once there, we walked past all the parked cars to the nearly vacant last row. Only my sedan was that far back. There wasn't another car within fifty feet. 

"Get in the passenger seat." It was my car, but I didn't argue, I just did as I was told.

Once behind the driver's seat, Terri leaned over and kissed me. Immediately, our hands started roaming. I unzipped her jacket and reached in to discover that she hadn't worn a bra under her thin t-shirt. While I had one hand buried in her hair and the other groped her tits, she opened my pants and pulled out my already hard cock. 

As much as I griped and complained about my old car, at that moment, I loved the bench seat. There was nothing impeding her access when she broke our kiss and started sucking my cock. With her leaning over like that, it looked like I could reach behind her and easily slide a hand into her panties. Of course, when I tried it, there were no panties. In my groping, I found a zipper at the back of her skirt, which I unzipped, giving me much easier access to her ass and pussy. However, almost as soon as I touch her soaked pussy, she stopped sucking and climbed into my lap, facing me. 

Without waiting, she impaled herself on me, which left her tits perfectly at face level. I was in heaven. I had a handful of tit, another one of ass cheek, a beautiful pink nipple in my lips, and I was getting fucked like mine was the last cock on earth. 

We kept fucking like that for several minutes, with only my lips and hands occasionally trading off tits, until she started to scream, and shake wildly. Once her orgasm hit, I came too, filling her with quite a load.

She'd shed her jacket along the way, and when I pulled her thin tank top down to cover her tits, it left nothing to the imagination. She slipped into her tight jacket and zipped it up enough to keep the girls in, but still leave a great view.

I tried to zip her skirt, but with her still straddling me, there was no way it was going to happen. "We're meeting Lydia for lunch, why don't you drive."

I slid out from under her, into the driver's seat, as Terri laid a towel under her ass, "...to keep the cum stains off the seat."

Stuffing myself back in, I started the car, and backed out of the parking space. It was then that we noticed the security guard in the golf cart about twenty feet away. As I drove past him, he gave us a thumbs-up in approval. Terri's face was beet red, but still we both were laughing as we arrived at the restaurant. 

Lydia was already sitting at a table when arrived. Lydia was a stunning Hispanic girl. She stood about 5' 2", was small, athletic, and knew just how hot she was. She did a double take when she saw Terri. As we slid into the booth, she commented, "Damn girl, dressed like that, I'm surprised you guys didn't run home first for a quickie." 

Before I could respond, Terri piped up, "I couldn't wait. We did it in the car in the parking garage." That set the tone for the rest of the encounter. Nothing was of limits, and I found out a whole lot more about Lydia's sex life than I ever expected. I also confessed a whole lot more than I'd ever planned.

As we wandered out to the parking lot afterward, Lydia hugged us both. "Tony's out of town tonight, so if you two ever come up for air, gimme a call so I don't get too bored." 

As she walked away, I couldn't resist checking out her beautiful ass in her jeans. Of course, I got caught by Terri. I tried to apologize, but she stopped me. "That's okay, she does have a great butt. Besides, as much as you play with my ass, I know you like it too."

We drove back to my apartment and got in the shower to clean off. We started by washing each other from head to toe. Of course we spent extra time on the fun bits. Once clean, I turned her to face the shower wall and pressed her against it with my body. She shoved her ass back at me, expecting me to slip my dick I her, like I usually did at this point. Instead, I kissed the back of her neck and continued kissing my way down her spine until I reached her ass. I alternate kissing and nipping her ass cheeks, while caressing her hips. I guided her around so she could lean over and grab the faucet. Once she was bent over, I centered my kissing and nibbling between her legs. It wasn't the best angle to eat her pussy from, but it was a great angle for what I wanted. I slid the thumb of one hand into her pussy, while licking away. She was breathing pretty heavily when I pulled the thumb out and found her clit with my tongue. I flicked it a couple of times, the spread her ass cheeks with both hands and licked her from her clit to her asshole. As soon as my tongue hit her asshole, I slipped my thumb back into her pussy, and started fucking her with it, making sure the inside edge of my hand was rubbing her clit.

"What are you doing?" She started to protest, but she never said stop or pulled her ass from my face. I rimmed her asshole for a few seconds, while Terri started to get louder with unintelligible moans. Finally, she very clearly shouted, "Enough! Fuck me now!"

Replacing my tongue with my thumb, I stood and pressed my dick against her pussy. As I slipped into her warm pussy, I slipped my thumb into her ass. Bent over like she was, I could give her a good, hard fucking without having to pull out my thumb. Before long, she was screaming and I could feel myself about to lose it too, so I pulled my thumb out, grabbed her hips and slammed her back into me, hard again and again until I exploded inside her again. 

Spent, I hauled Terri upright and she collapsed in my arms. I turned her around, and kissed her, letting the warm water rinse away the mess we'd made of each other. 

Once she could stand again, I reached out of the shower, grabbed a towel and dried her off, taking extra time to make sure her beautiful boobs were dry. As I fondled them, she finally spoke, 'Enough of that, take me to bed."

I dried myself quickly, took her by the hand, and led her to bed, where I was hoping for another round. When we snuggled up in bed, I found I was wrong.

"We need to talk." 

"What's wrong?" I was pretty confused. Nothing good ever started with those words, but no one had ever given me that line while naked and in my bed.

"I think we're going some place we shouldn't go."

"I think we did that a while ago."

"That's not what I mean." She paused a moment and continued. "You've been great, and I want to keep having sex with you, but I don't want to jump into a new relationship yet. My divorce isn't even final for another week."

We let that hang there in the silence for a few minutes. Finally I spoke. "Well, you said you never had a fuck buddy. We can still be friends and fool around sometimes too."

"Yeah, but it's just that for over a week and a half, we've been fucking like rabbits whenever we are around each other. I've been living here most of that time."

"Well, once school starts back up, we won't have as much free time for sex."

"Don't remind me. I've had more sex since Johnny left than in the last two years of our marriage."

"His loss, trust me." Looking down the length of her naked body, I couldn't help it. "I still find myself stunned thinking about how anyone could fool around on you."

"Please, I don't want to go there." But she went there. "What really pisses me off is him telling me I'm getting fat. Then he fucks that skinny bitch with no tits. As much as a tit man as he is, he's going to be fucking around on her soon enough."

Not being stupid, I just held her and let her keep venting. 

"Then that useless fucker tried say I'd driven him to it because I wouldn't let him fuck me in the ass, and she does."




Starting Over Ch. 02



This is the second in what I hope will be a series of stories about Jack, a senior citizen who discovers there is still life after loosing his wife of 53 years in a tragic auto crash. There are some references in this episode to facts that were described in the first post. If you are interested, please search for it and read it to get a better idea of Jack's sexual reawakening. 

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After the fantastic, mind blowing, toe curling, sex that Judy and I had on her massage table, we spent a lot of time together. It was a different relationship than I had ever experienced before. We were not in love, although we cared for each other and greatly enjoyed giving each other great pleasure. (I think I had forgotten what it was like to give someone else great pleasure!) We didn't want to spend the rest of our lives together. But almost every time we were together, we were really together. That is we were having the most wonderful sex I had experienced in a long time.

We each had families. Judy had a son and a daughter and six lovely grandchildren. I had three sons and five grandchildren. We were welcome, and comfortable, in each other's families. We had some very candid discussions about our relationship. We decided that marriage wasn't called for. We kept our own homes. We agreed that we were not exclusive to each other. Judy called our arrangement, "Friends with Benefits."

One day Judy called me and invited me to drop over after dinner. She said that it was time for me to meet an old friend of hers. "Be there about 8:00 tonight. The weather will be warm, so we can swim." 

I stopped at the local wind shop and picked up a couple of bottles of my favorite White Zin and a couple of bottles of a good Chardonnay. I didn't know anything about Judy's friend that I was on the way to meet, but between the two selections, I thought I had it covered.

Right at 8:00pm, I eased my new Avalon into Judy's driveway. I couldn't help but marvel at her gorgeous house . It is a large, long, low profile California Ranch. The garage is attached to one end making the ranch look even bigger. The entrance is warmly landscaped and features a large patio where Judy often welcomes her guests. The formal living room has a wall of glass panes that can be retracted, opening it to the front flower garden.

The back of the house features a six foot high redwood privacy fence that encloses a large swimming pool and Jacuzzi. The back features that same type of movable glass panes which allows the family room to open to the pool area. Judy rearranged her furniture to have her massage table right there. When the weather was nice, like tonight, the table was essentially outside.

I picked up the wine caddy and headed to the back gate. My reverie about this gorgeous setting was interrupted by sounds I didn't recognize...at first. As I walked into the back yard, I could see the massage room was open. There were two people on the table. I couldn't see much about the person with their back on the table other than the fact that she had coal black hair. Her body was covered for the most part by another woman laying on top...in the sixty Nine position. I immediately recognized the round ass and beautiful blonde hair. It was Judy on top!

Judy was moaning and mumbling in total pleasure. "Oh Yes, Nan! Right there. Right there. Oh fuck don't stop. That is so fucking good!!!" The rest was lost to me as Judy lowered her mouth to Nan's pussy. I could see Nan open her legs, raise them and give Judy even better access to Nan's clit. I couldn't make out what Nan was saying because Judy had Nan's mouth completely covered with Judy's own pussy. I could see that Nan was attempting to move her head from side to side, but Judy's beautiful legs had Nan trapped. Based on Judy's obvious pleasure, Nan was attending to Judy's clit and pussy. I could see the two figures tighten their grips on each other. All of their cries of pleasure were muffled since each had their mouth on the other's cunt. 

I suddenly realized I had a raging erection! Let me explain that a bit. My cock is about 7" long. I never measured the girth, but when I hold it in my hand at the base, my thumb and index finger just meet each other. I'm tempted to claim it is 7 ½" or 8 ½" since you can't see it, but I've resisted that temptation. It is an honest 7 inches. When I was a young man, my erect cock used to stand out from my body at about a 45 degree angle. It was a magnificent sight, if I do say so myself. Today, this 73 year old cock still gets the job done. It doesn't stand as proud as it used to, but it still, with a little help from Viagra, gets hard enough to curl a partner's toes. As long as I'm on the subject, I love to show hard. I love to walk along the nude beach. I love to watch and be watched. I don't know if there is anything similar to a woman, but having an erection makes me feel alive. And boy was I alive at ths moment. 

After a prolonged period of holding each other tightly, Judy's and Nan's climaxes subsided. The two women were spent. They relaxed and Judy rolled off Nan. That's when she saw me, "Hi Jack! You must be glad to see us." She looked right at the tent in my shorts that my cock was making. "I think you're overdressed." As we talked she walked to my side. Judy opened the belt on my shorts and pulled them and my briefs down. After getting them over the tent from my cock, she dropped them to the cement. Then she motioned for me to remove my shirt. When I was naked, Judy wrapped her arms around my neck and slowly massaged my naked body with hers. I involuntarily thrust my cock between Judy's legs. 

I kissed her on her neck. "Oh Judy, you feel so good!" She wrapped her arms around me. And that's when I felt it. Two warm points pressed against my lower back. 

"Jack, this is Nan. We've been friends for a long time. She has wanted to meet you ever since I told her about us."

"Hello Jack! It really is a pleasure to see you in person." With that, Judy took a small step back and Nan wrapped her arms around me, under my arms. One hand went to my right breast and the other to my cock. Nan began to slowly, gently stroke my already hard cock. "Ummmmm...this is even nicer than Judy told me."

Judy moved to my side and took my head in her hands. She opened her mouth and planted a most sensual kiss right on my lips. I opened my mouth to allow our tongues to begin to pleasure each other. Pam shifted to my other side, never releasing my cock. She took my left nipple in her mouth and began to lovingly suck it.

Oh my God! I was in heaven. My senses were on overload. My knees were weak. I might have collapsed from the pleasure, but I couldn't fall since I was being held upright by these two beauties.

Nan took her lips from my nipple and began to kiss her way down my body. I could feel her breath along with her wet open mouth. When she got to my cock, she began to lick its entire length. Slowly, agonizingly. Meanwhile Judy was caressing my upper body, tenderly, lovingly. Nan positioned her mouth at the head of my cock. She licked it and then began to slide it into her mouth. I could feel her wrapping her tongue around my cock, licking, and teasing me. She began to suck me deeper into her mouth. I felt my cock bump against the back of her mouth and then enter her throat.

How did she do that? I never felt her gag. What a woman!

I freed my mouth from Judy's kiss. "Oh ladies, I can't take much more of this. If you keep it up I'm going to shoot my load." I managed to find Judy's pussy with my right hand. I slid two fingers inside. Judy was soaking wet. 

"Oh jack that feel so fucking good. Finger fuck me while Nan sucks the cum right out of your cock." 

That did it! I grabbed Judy with my free arm and pulled her tight against my body. I forced my hips forward, driving my cock even farther down Nan's throat. I began to shake all over. The pleasure was so fucking intense. Here were these two gorgeous woman giving me so much pleasure. It was as though my skin became electrified. Every sense was heightened. I thought for a moment that I might pass out. "Oh fuck I'm going to shoot! Yes. Yes. Yesssssssssssssss. I'm Cummmmmmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnggggggg. Oh God this is so fucking good!"

Nan took her mouth off my cock and grabbed it with both hands. She aimed it at her tits and began to stroke it fast and hard. I felt spurt after spurt shoot out of my cock. I heard Nan begin to moan as my warm juice landed on her body. "That's it Jack, Give it to me. Give it all to me" Nan extended her tongue and licked the last little dribble of the end of my cock. I jumped. My cock gets so sensitive after a climax. "Ladies, I need to sit down, please!"



Starting Over Ch. 02



 

Not much sex in this chapter, just the story.

Main Characters:

LTC (Retired) John Jackson, 5'11", 180, 45 years old.

Marie Jackson, John's widow, 5'8", 140, 44 years old.

Angelica Jackson, John and Marie's daughter, 5'5", 125, 19 years old.

Mary Bradford, bartender, 5'5", 120, 34 years old.

Juliet Margolin, waitress, 5'4", 145, 24 years old.

Samantha (Sam) Walker, 5'6", 130 pounds, 39 years old.

Joyce Walker, Sam's daughter, 5'4", 120 pounds, 19 years old.

Marion Walker, Sam's daughter, 5'4", 115 pounds, 17 years old.

SFC (Retired) Craig Smithson, 6', 190, 46 years old.

Jeanne (aka Jasmine) Welch, 5'5", 110, 20 years old.



Previously:

A couple of minutes later I could tell Mary was asleep. I reviewed my night and was amazed at what had occurred in the three weeks since I moved here.

As I finally drifted off to sleep I looked at the ring on my finger and was glad that I had had my wife as long as I did, but also glad that Mary had come to me tonight.

Sunday, 23 September 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.

As I woke, I found that I was alone and that it was later than I expected. It had been a while since I slept so well. I guess I had Mary to thank for that. I slowly rolled myself out of bed and rose to a standing position. It was more effort than I expected. I was pretty worn out from the last week. I pulled my robe from the back of the door and went in search of Mary.

As I entered the kitchen I realized that there was no Mary. She was gone. Lying on the table was a note she had written. Uh-oh! A morning note from a lover. Maybe my joke last night from the Rod Stewart song was not so funny. I picked it up to read it. Was it going to be as cliché as I expected? Her penmanship was very good and, yes, it was just as cliché as I expected.

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Dear John,

Sorry about last night. I was feeling sorry for myself and got carried away. Please forgive me for doing this. It's not what I meant to have happen. I'm sorry if I made my relationship with Dave seem to be over, because I don't think it is. I really need to go talk to Dave and see if there's anything left there before I move on. I hope that your initial offer to just be friends is still there. 

Mary

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I put the note down. Damn! My first sex since losing my wife and she runs back to her boyfriend. That's not really an ego-booster.

I decided to keep up my physical conditioning if I was going to have sex with these younger women, so I went for a long bike ride. It felt good to get the blood pumping and work up a sweat. Even in the somewhat cool weather, I got a good sweat going.

When I got home, I showered and then puttered around and cleaned up the place. It was about 2pm and I was doing some laundry in the small washer and dryer set in the apartment when I heard banging. I went and looked out my front door peephole and there was a guy banging on the door across the hall and yelling for Sam. It was definitely Sam's apartment, but she didn't appear to be home. The guy didn't give up though and kept banging and getting rather worked up. After about 15 minutes of this, I decided I had had enough. I opened the door and stared at him for a second.

"I don't think anyone is home."

He turned to face me. He was about 6', skinny, maybe mid-30s, with a scraggly beard and long, stringy hair. He gave me a menacing glare. He was wired, definitely on some sort of chemical enhancement, and his eyes looked wild. "Fuck off!" He turned back and pounded on the door some more.

I closed my door. I was pissed at this asshole now so I went to my lock box. I withdrew my Glock19 and a magazine. I slapped it in and, after thinking about it, worked the slide to put one in the pipe. I was not going to face someone who was jacked up unless my weapon was ready to go. I walked back over to my door and opened it again, hiding the gun behind my back.

"I still don't think anyone is home." I said it calmly, hoping this guy would take the hint and it wouldn't come to anything, but I was prepared anyway.

He turned to me. "I thought I told you to fuck off!"

I pulled the Glock into view and made it obvious when I flipped off the safety. His eyes went wider, if that was possible. I started speaking in a kind of flippant tone. "And I think you are being rude and uncooperative. If you want to be more cooperative, then I think I can put this away. If not, you are going to have a very bad day and I'm going to have to explain to the cops what a fuckwad you were. I would hate to have to do all that paperwork and explain myself to them for hours on end, but you know what?" I stopped being so nonchalant and changed to a more commanding voice. "One way or the other you are leaving. I don't care if it's on your own power or after I have to call an ambulance, but you are leaving. You have ten seconds." He just stared. I waited for about 5 seconds and then started a countdown. "5... 4... 3..." He bolted down the stairs toward the front door. 

As he reached the last landing he yelled something about coming back to take care of me. Fuck! Why did I have to threaten a lowlife like him? He was now going to be a continual problem and I was going to have to do something about it. I shouldn't have let my anger get the best of me, but I was also afraid for the three women in that apartment. I can't imagine what business he had with them, but maybe Sam was not the best at choosing her male companions.

I waited in my apartment for a while, keeping the weapon readily available. I finally decided to go out. I had made sure that I applied for a permit for carrying the weapon, but I had not received the approval yet and I was very wary of carrying it anywhere. If I had to go into a bar or restaurant, many of them had further restrictions and I didn't want to have to worry about that.

I went out to my car, a used nondescript Honda that I had purchased just to have something to drive. I still had one other car that I was going to have to sell or transport out here soon. I had to find a place to park it. I couldn't leave it outside in this weather. It was a 1965 Mustang convertible that I had purchased on a lark. It had some mileage on it and didn't have all original parts, so it was not a show car. But it was fully restored and painted so it looked good. It was also fun to drive and I had always wanted one. When I moved out here I left it back in Virginia with my daughter. She was working in that area during the summer and spent a lot of time there when out of school. She said she had no problem living there. I think it was a comfort to her because all of her childhood friends were there, but it had been torture for me.

I drove over to a movie theater and found a movie to occupy me for a while. I wanted to get out of the apartment and see something on the big screen, so I found an action film that was at least somewhat entertaining and enjoyed some popcorn. After the movie, I wondered if I should head home. I figured I had to at some point, so I left and got home when it was around 8pm. It was just getting dark and I made sure to hurry my way upstairs to my apartment. I went inside, locked the door and retrieved my weapon. 

I was hoping I was not going to regret it too much, but I already did a little. I grew up with a bit of a chip on my shoulder and hated it when anyone got pushed around. I hated it when people were treated unfairly and that's part of what drew me to the military. I had wanted to do something that I thought was "right" for the country and military service was something I felt right about, and also felt that many more people should do. It worked for me. I got a degree out of it, an advanced degree, and several tours in foreign countries, some of which were a blast. There were also a couple of "other" tours where I was sent unaccompanied to deal with assholes. Those were not fun, but anyone who has been in those situations realizes that the feeling of accomplishment and camaraderie with the other soldiers was something that could not be duplicated anywhere else.

So there I was, sitting on the couch, surfing on my laptop, the TV on, not really paying much attention to either when there was a loud knock at the door. Very loud. It made me jump. I picked up my 9mm Glock and walked into the second apartment and looked thru the peephole. Nothing was visible. I cracked open the door slightly and was able to peek around the jamb to see who was there. There were three guys. One was the guy from that morning and the other two were bigger. One was a massive body builder type and the other a mean looking tattooed man with a crowbar. I ducked back inside and made my way to my kitchen. I held my gun in my right hand and punched in 911 on my cell with my left, leaving it ready to dial immediately if things went bad. "Who is it?" I said it in a sing-song voice.

The door was hammered with something heavy three times before it burst open. I was standing behind the kitchen counter with the weapon leveled at the door. My cell phone was next to me and I had dialed 911 as soon as the first blow had struck. The operator was asking something, so I picked it up and spoke when the three men stopped and stared at my gun. "There are three men who just broke into my apartment and I'm getting ready to shoot them. Please send the police and an ambulance."

The three stared at me. The very large body builder looked closely at me. "You don't want to do that, man. There are many more of us, and we will find a way to get to you. We'll make sure you don't ever threaten one of my men again."

"Guess I'll have to buy more ammo."

The large tattooed guy held up his hands. "Whoa! Whoa! Let's calm down here. We just need to know why you threatened our boy Jack here." There's the leader.

I stared at him and thumbed the hammer back. "You have a funny way of just 'stopping by' to ask that question. Your boy Jack here is a major fucking idiot, and because I asked him to leave when he was pounding on the door across the way for a half hour, you come back and break down my door. I'll have to have the entire door and frame replaced. Are you going to pay for that?" Without a word being spoken, they started spreading out a little and I stood up straighter. "Move too far away from each other and I'm going to shoot at least one of you to be able to focus my attention on the other two. I suggest you exit the way you came or I'm going to shoot and worry about the police later."

They stopped and the other two looked at the tattooed man. He was so cocksure and full of himself that he grinned and challenged me. "You got the balls to pull that trigger, little man."

The sound of a gun going off is loud enough that everything else seems real quiet for a moment afterwards; all you hear is a ringing in your ears. When I pulled the trigger it was aimed between the tattooed man's legs. I was trying to miss him, but if I hit him, so what. I would worry about that later. Evidently, I missed, but he knew where it went. They all stopped moving and the other two looked down at the ground between the tattooed man's legs where the bullet had entered the floor. The fear in their eyes was apparent, but the tattooed man just looked angry. I decided to bait him a little. 

"Anything else you want to say, smart-ass?"

He stared at me and motioned for the other two to get out. "That was not a smart move. I'll find a way to fuck you up, you piece of shit."

I smiled. "We'll see won't we?" Oh, well, we were well past the point of me getting out of this without completely pissing them off.

Suddenly, before they could get out onto the landing there was banging and shouting and lots of noise as the cops swarmed up the stairs. I put my gun on the counter as they reached the landing and put my hands up. The tattooed man just stared at me, his glare full of menace. The other two were not as calm and acquiesced to the cops' commands immediately. The tattooed man just stood there and stared at me as they took him and cuffed him. Then another cop came in and looked at me and the gun. He told me to put my hands on the counter and I did so. He took my Glock, did a quick search of my person, and then handcuffed me. He picked up my phone and shut off the connection to the 911 operator. I guess there was no avoiding this.

We got to the police station and I didn't see the other guys. They must have arrived before me because I could see the cars they had been transported in. I was muscled out of the car and into the station. They processed me like any other suspect. They took and inventoried my wallet and keys, which was all I had in my pockets. I was photographed and fingerprinted and then taken into an "interview" room where I was handcuffed to the table. After about 30 more minutes a detective came into the room. At least I thought it was a detective because he was in street clothes with his badge displayed from his belt.

"Are you John Jackson, Lieutenant Colonel, U. S. Army, retired?"

"That's correct."

He held up my Glock. "Is this your weapon?"

I looked at it. "Appears to be."

"I see you just applied two weeks ago for a concealed weapon license."

"Correct."

He stared. "Nothing to add?"

"Like what? You didn't ask me a question."

"So, it's going to be like that, eh?"

"Like what? You didn't ask me any other questions. The fact of the matter is that three guys tried to break into my apartment and attack me. I didn't shoot them. I even tried to talk them out of it. You probably have a recording of the entire incident, so why is it taking so long for me to get some attention and get out of here? You haven't even taken a statement yet."

He smiled and acted like he was going to hold this over me. "You're pretty sure of yourself. You still discharged a weapon illegally and can be charged with that. We'll have to see what the other perps have to say before we can make a decision. One of them said you tried to kill him."

"Well, then, when is someone going to take my statement?"

"We'll get to that."

It was late, I wasn't happy, and I decided I had had enough of this. I couldn't figure out why he was stalling me, so I said in my most sardonic voice. "Well, in that case, you'd better call me a lawyer. I can see you and I are not going to get anywhere." 

He glared at me. "Okay, big shot. We'll see."

He left and I only waited a couple of more minutes before three men came in. One was the same detective as the first time, but the other two were a little older and one had a gold badge. He was the boss, I figured. He spoke first.

"Are you the LTC John Jackson who was in Afghanistan with the 101st in 2002-2003?"

I looked at him warily. He looked a little familiar, but I knew I hadn't met him before. Where was this coming from? "Yes, I am."

He waved my initial protagonist over. "Uncuff him." He did so reluctantly. The senior detective continued by sticking out his hand to introduce himself. "I'm Jeff Smithson. My brother Craig served with you there and told me some things about you."

Oh, Smithson. SFC Craig Smithson had been a rock solid NCO in my battalion and I had been out observing with his platoon when we were ambushed. He and I had both taken shots during that exchange and his platoon leader had been killed, but we both survived -- with bullet wounds. I shook his hand and tried to smile. "Okay. Thanks for taking the cuffs off." I didn't want to talk about the incident in Afghanistan. 

"Well, we aren't going to get too excited about the discharge of a firearm towards a major drug dealer and his henchmen. The 911 call is pretty clear about what happened and how you tried to warn them off. You were, after all, in your own apartment."

"Drug dealer, huh?"

"Yes. It seems that the guys you pissed off are part of the major drug shipment group in this town. They arrange for the shipment of items coming into port for distribution throughout the northwest. Maybe you can tell me how you got on their bad side."

"Do I need a lawyer? Are you going to charge me with anything?"

He looked hurt by the suggestion. "We have no intention of charging you with any criminal charges. I cannot account for the lawyer of the assholes you met. They may try to file civil charges just to piss you off and try to get the criminal charges against them lowered."

I shrugged. "The skinny, scraggly one was beating on the door of the family across the hall from me. After about 30 minutes of him pounding on the door I opened the door and told him that they probably weren't home. He was a fucking jerk about it and seemed threatening and high so I retrieved my Glock and went back and asked him to leave, making sure he saw the weapon. About 6 hours later, the three you got showed up. I guess I bruised his macho ego enough that they were going to kick my ass. I was holding the Glock on them when they broke into my apartment to teach me a lesson."

He smiled. "I figured it was something like that. You've only been in town for a few weeks." He looked at his watch and then turned to the first guy. "Kick him loose. We had a larger than normal response to some other incidents tonight so he can come back tomorrow to make his official statement." He turned back to me. "Do you want to file any charges against them?"

"What are my options?"

"Well, we have the 911 call where we can hear them breaking down your door. Then we have the conversation where he threatens you. We also, however, have you discharging your weapon in their direction, which the defense will be able to use against their charges and you."

"I'll take my chances. Charge them."

The first detective just had to speak up and it seemed like he was just trying to maintain some semblance of pride. "They will make the case that you tried to kill them."

The senior detective looked at him and scowled. I decided to put my two cents in against him. "If I had tried to kill someone in that room, from 10 feet, someone would be dead now. I'm not going to miss three people from 10 feet with a Glock."

But he couldn't shut up and obviously didn't think about what he was saying. "Everyone gets rattled when they are threatened. Maybe you just missed."

His boss let him have it. "Shut up, Gary. You have no idea who you are talking to. John and my brother fought together in Afghanistan and John is probably more qualified with a handgun than most of our police force. He even has a Silver Star to prove it." 

The younger detective stared at me. I look so average and unassuming that I guess he was shocked by the revelation. I think many people are surprised nowadays by the looks of the people earning combat awards. Most do not look like Schwarzenegger or Stallone; we're just average guys doing our job until we find ourselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. Of course, I was firing an automatic weapon during that battle and never touched my handgun, but I wasn't going to mention that.

I didn't say anything. It was something that I had tried to get away from, but when you are in the military, everyone knows just by looking at your chest when you wear Class As what you have and have not done. The Silver Star and Purple Heart were obvious giveaways that I had done something more than just served my time in a combat zone. I had been shot in the left shoulder just outside where my body armor was. Jeff's brother had been shot in the left leg, just above the knee. Jeff looked at me and could see my unease. I'm sure he got the same thing from his brother. Talking about that battle brought back more than we wanted to remember. We saved 20 guys, they said, but we also lost 6. It was those 6 that had haunted me for a couple of years afterwards. I had thought I was over it, but now I was sweating again, feeling uneasy in that room. 

Jeff saw it and stood up. "Let's get out of here." He stood up. The younger detective, who had never introduced himself, released me. 




Starting Over Ch. 02



Jeff walked me out to the front door and down the steps to the street. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. "John, let me give you some advice. Stay away from these guys if you can. I know they may look for you, but they are smart enough to know that their best option is to just ignore you and move on. They have a multi-million dollar operation and we haven't been able to break it. They don't want to threaten that." He handed me a business card that he had taken out. "Here's my brother's card. He started a private detective agency and is trying to make a go at that. He could use some help if you could spare the time. He just lost his last partner. The guy thought it was going to be all glamorous women, chasing bad guys, making lots of money, and shooting people. But that's not exactly the normal PIs daily fare. Most of what Craig does is grunt work, research and stuff, but it pays the bills. Give him a call, at least, and say hello. He'll be glad to know you are in the area. Like you, he doesn't talk about that day and as far as I know doesn't even know where his Silver Star is. You're free to go. We have your address and phone number if we need to contact you. Oh, and those guys are in jail until at least Monday when they go before a judge."

I stared at the card and at him. "Uh... okay, thanks. I'll give him a call."

He left me at the curb and I looked around. They were not going to transport me home. I was going to have to hail a cab. I walked down a block and found a cab and got home a little after midnight.

I found that my door had been hastily taped over by someone, so I entered my other apartment entrance and checked out what I would have to have done to make it functional again. The lock and jamb had been pretty well damaged with the jamb fairly well splintered. The door was actually okay as the jamb had been the part that gave way. I got a hammer and nails and went back out into the hall. I ripped down the plastic and hammered a few nails into the jamb to hold it in place. I had to remove some of the wood. I then went in and closed the door. I toe-nailed a few nails into it to hold it closed from that side and then did the same in the hallway. As I finished I turned around to see Sam standing in her door.

"Hey, Sam."

She looked at me for a few seconds. "Hi. I hear you had a run in with Justin and his band of thugs."

"Is that his name?"

"Yeah. He's sort of a former boyfriend. When I found out he was starting to use drugs heavily, I told him it was over."

"Yeah, he didn't seem to believe that."

"I know. But why did you have to challenge them? You know that you put a target on all of us, right?" She almost seemed a little pissed off at me, but I figured she was just scared.

"I know I'm a target, but why you?"

"Because they are assholes. They will give me and my daughters a bad time. I wish you hadn't done that. You should have just left it alone."

I looked at her and tried not to get pissed off. "Well, what's done is done. I'll deal with 'em. You just keep yourselves safe."

"That's easy for you to say. I don't need my daughters being harassed or even worse because you have poor impulse control."

She was starting to piss me off. "Poor impulse control? Where'd you learn that phrase, from watching TV?"

"Yeah, so?"

I took a deep breath and tried to calm my anger. "Look, I didn't mean to make your life harder, but you know him well and you know that he really acted like a jerk and pissed me off. Sorry if that upsets you." 

"I just don't want my daughters involved. They have enough to deal with in this world without low lifes like Justin and his friends."

"Okay, look. I'll keep an eye on them when you're not around. I'll do what I can. I didn't mean to put them in harm's way. Okay?"

She looked at me for a second, probably trying to determine if she could trust me. Then she nodded. "Okay."

I finished and went to bed. Ugh! What a day.

Monday was uneventful. I went to the police station to complete my statement and sign it and it went smooth. Nobody there seemed to even blink at my involvement or the outcome. They told me I'd hear more after the D.A. decided on whether or not to press charges against my attackers. I also stayed away from the bar and Mary. 

I spent Tuesday and Wednesday taking my time and repairing my door. The landlord was giving me a hard time about it, so I just did it myself. There was a Lowe's nearby and I fixed it up easily. On Wednesday I went to the bar and Mary looked at me sheepishly until I tried to alleviate her fear that I was angry with her. I think we're fine as friends.

On Thursday, Sam had confronted me again and was still not happy about what she considered I had done, which was put her and her daughters in harm's way. I didn't point out that just associating with that asshole had already done that. 

Friday, 28 September 2012, downtown Seattle

I took Friday off and wandered around down by the Space Needle. There was some construction going on around it, but I enjoyed the day. The weather cooperated and the sun tried to peek out of the clouds every so often. I again stayed away from the bar when I returned to my apartment, but I had a late night visitor -- Mary.

I was just getting ready to get into bed at about midnight when there was a knock at the door. I went and looked out the peephole and saw Mary. I opened it and she walked quickly past me and into the living room.

I waited for her to turn and tried to be a little funny. "Hi, Mary. Won't you come in?" I grinned and the proverbial lead balloon would have gotten more of a rise out of her.

"Can we talk?"

"Sure." I moved toward her and pointed toward the couch. "Do you want something to drink?"

"No, thanks." She sat on one end of the couch and I sat on the other. She looked tired and worn down. Her eyes were a little sunken and it appeared she had had a little to drink, too. "It's about Dave." I nodded and waited for her to continue. "He moved out of our house and in with a woman he works with." She looked at me, waiting for me to say something.

"Okay. Are you mad?"

"Hell, yes, I'm mad. He didn't give me any warning. There was no talk about our future, just a sheepish goodbye as he finished loading the last of his items into a truck."

"Were you guys getting along better than the last time I saw you?"

"Not really."

"Well then, isn't this what you wanted to happen? You wanted to know if he loved you or you wanted him to move on, right? And this proves that he doesn't love you, right?"

"Well, yeah, but it really pissed me off the way he did it!"

I reached over and grabbed her hand. "Mary, I know you are angry because of how he did it, and that hurts your pride. But if you two weren't meant to be together, then just accept it and move on. You are a beautiful, desirable woman and will have no problem finding somebody to be with who really appreciates you. If you dwell on this, you'll just make yourself crazy."

She stared at me for a second. "I've been angry all day about this and now that you say that, I can't imagine why. You're right. I wanted him to change and be what I wanted him to be, and he wasn't going to do that, so why was I staying with him? Why were we living together other than for convenience? God, you are so right!"

I smiled. "It's much easier to notice these things when you are the disinterested party."

She moved over and hugged me. "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

She didn't release the hug for a couple of minutes and then pulled back. "Can we have sex?"

I laughed. "Talk about changing the subject!"

She giggled, got up, and disappeared into my bedroom. "Waiting..."

I chuckled and got up to go into the bedroom. She was already under the covers. I took off my sleeping shorts since I only use them to have something to wear, and crawled in beside her. She was as naked as I was. She turned to me and kissed me. I pushed her back and looked at her. She was exhausted.

"Mary, turn and face the other way and let's just cuddle for a while." I figured this was better for her than sex right now. I wanted to fuck her, but it seemed to me she was a bit out of it. She turned and faced away from me and I spooned up against her. She was warm and I stroked her along her side. I slowly stroked from her thigh, up over her hip, to about where her waist started. I did that a few times and I felt all the tension drain from her body and she started breathing deeply. She went to sleep in about 5 minutes. I smiled to myself and pulled away, already getting too hot from having another warm body next to me. I was out 5 minutes after that.

Saturday, 29 September 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.

When I awoke the next morning, there was again a note from Mary. She said she was sorry she had to leave, but she was supposed to meet her family for brunch and didn't want to wake me. She thanked me for being so understanding (shit, I was the horny one now) and she said she'd call me later.

I decided to call SFC Smithson, or Craig. When it was a guy who you knew from the military, it was tough to set aside the ranks and names you were used to calling them. I called the number and he answered.

"Smithson's Investigations."

"Don't you have anything better to do than work on a Saturday morning, Sergeant Smithson."

I heard him laugh. "Is that you Colonel Jackson?"

"Yeah, it's me."

"My brother called earlier this week and told me about the incident. Sounds like you pissed off the wrong people."

"You mean they pissed off the wrong person, don't you?"

He laughed again. "Roger that." He chuckled again and then stopped, becoming more serious. "Jeff said you were not working and he gave you my card. Are you looking for something to do?"

"Yeah, I just moved out here and I'm looking."

"I mean it will be strange if you come to work for me to think of myself as your boss, but I guess it could work. Didn't you have a master's degree?"

"Yeah. I have a master's from U-Dub in computer science." [ Author's note: U-Dub is the short name for the University of Washington, a shortened, spoken version of UW.]

"Cool! That would be really helpful in my line of work. We always need computer stuff done and if you also know how to do research, that's what most of our work is."

I thought it over. It would be a little strange working for someone who was in my battalion when I was the operations officer, but it could work. "Sure, I'd love to do that. What do I have to do to get a license?"

"Well, that's a little more difficult. I see you applied for the concealed weapon license. That won't take too long. They just have to do the background check and since you just moved here, that might take two months. Then we have to get you to study for the exam, which is time-consuming. Since you don't have any experience at it, they'll schedule you for the exam right away and you'll have to start studying. Are you ready for that?"

"Sure, what have I got to lose?"

"Outstanding! Until then, maybe you just help me with the computer side of the game."

"Sounds good to me."

"Give me your email address there and I'll send you a note from my official work address and we can discuss pay and the kind of work you'll be doing. We can skirt the license thing for a little while and say you are just getting training from me. That sound good, Colonel?"

"Sounds great, but I think you'd better start calling me John."

"Yeah, well, that may take some getting used to. If you call me Craig, that may remind me that we are using our first names now."

I chuckled. "I'll try." I passed along my email address and we hung up. Well, at least I would be doing something. Even if it was just boring computer research, I could probably make enough to get by for a while. 

Mary called later and said she'd be spending the weekend with her family and would see me on Monday. Damn, I was still horny!

Sunday, 30 September 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.

I got my first assignment from Craig on Sunday. It was a mother and stepfather looking for their daughter, Jeanne Welch. She was legally an adult, but they were worried since she had just turned 20 and had left home a year ago. They hadn't heard from her in a while and just wanted assurances that she was okay. Craig was working on a 16-year old missing person request, so he asked me to look into this one. 

I didn't hear anything from Mary, but I had my weekly Sunday phone conversation with my daughter. She seemed to be doing well. We decided not to get together for Thanksgiving, but spend two weeks together at Christmas doing what her mother loved to do -- skiing. I would have to quickly make arrangements as it was already the end of September.

I went for another long bike ride and tried to keep up my physical conditioning up.

Monday, 1 October 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.

Craig passed along that he had a contact at the DMV who would look up driver's license addresses for a small fee. I called her and she looked up the driver's license and gave me the current address on it, then faxed me a copy so that I had a basic picture. That would cost us $100, but he said it was chargeable to the customer, so I didn't care. Craig had also sent a photograph that the parents had, so between the license and this photo I felt that I had a decent idea of what she looked like. The license said 5'5", 110, brown hair, blue eyes. The pictures showed a somewhat cute young girl. 

Craig told me that about 50% of the addresses on the licenses are still accurate with the way people move around, and this one had been recently renewed. I packed a lunch, hopped in my Honda, and headed over to check it out. By now it was 11am, so I figured that if she worked late or some kind of shift that I might catch her as she got up or did some errands. If not, I'd wait a while and then check it out the next morning. 

I found her apartment building with no effort. It was in the middle of the block and easily identifiable. I parked just down the street and approached the building. I looked at the mail boxes and found her name. She was in 5A. It was a 6 story apartment building, but not very big. It wasn't new, but looked fairly well maintained. Not a bad place, overall. She must be working at something that at least pays the bills.

I walked back to my car and opened the small cooler I had brought. It contained my obligatory Diet Pepsi, a turkey sandwich, and a small bag of some vanilla cookies. I didn't know how long I would be, so I had come prepared. I opened the Diet Pepsi and the sandwich and ate. It was overcast, so I didn't have to worry about heat and I could just keep my windows cracked while I sat there. There were no trees in my line of sight, but the parking area was behind the building and I couldn't see it from where I sat. I didn't want to park in the occupants parking area. I was afraid that that would draw attention. I just had to hope that I had a decent look at her as she came out and drove away. That was the only way I was going to get to follow her. I figured I'd wait until about 1pm, and then try again tomorrow. If there was no easy way to catch her coming in or out, I'd have to start knocking on doors and asking about her. I had an idea on how to do that, but didn't want to unless absolutely necessary.

Just after noon, a late model Toyota Sentra pulled out of the driveway and drove straight past me. I got a good look at the drive and I was pretty sure that it was her. I followed her and she drove to a Denny's for something to eat. Damn! I could really use some more chow, but I didn't dare enter it for fear that if she saw me more than once that she might think I was stalking her. Instead, I waited in the car in the next parking lot over, which was pretty empty. When she got out, I could see that everything about her fit the description of Jeanne. She had the right height, weight, and hair color. She was dressed in as short a skirt as I had seen that could be designated a skirt and not a belt. Her top was a tank top with a light zippered sweatshirt over it. She went in and for the next 45 minutes I salivated over what she might be having... western omelet with hash browns, or maybe waffles. That turkey sandwich was not holding up very well.

At about 2pm, Jeanne pulled out of Denny's and I followed her north of Seattle until she pulled into the mostly empty parking lot of a "gentlemen's" club. Where there hell did they come up with that euphemism? In any case, she entered and I waited for a few minutes. Was she working there? Stripping? Bartending? Was she just meeting someone? After about 30 minutes, I called Craig's cell. He answered right away. I told him where I was.

After laughing, he finally answered my question. "Yes, go in there. If she's working there, get a lap dance, buy her a drink, and then bring up her real identity and tell her why you are there. It's all chargeable to the client. We have to tell them where she is and what she's doing, so there's no secret if we put table dance on the charge sheet." He chuckled. "Although mommy and daddy may be less than thrilled."

"Okay. I got it. This sounds like a tough job, but I think I can handle it."

He laughed again. "When was the last time you were in a strip club?"

"20 years ago."

He chuckled and added. "Have fun!"

"Yeah, right." I hung up and headed toward the club.

I approached the entrance and noticed the hours said 1pm to 2am. They had just opened. That explained the lack of cars in the lot, along with the fact that it was a work day. As I entered, even though it was not sunny outside, I immediately had trouble seeing. It was very dark in there and it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. There was a small entrance desk, but nobody was there, so I figured they charged cover after a certain hour or maybe only on weekends. I walked into the middle of the room and saw that there was a central stage that jutted out into the middle of the floor and in a horseshoe shape around it was a line of stools at the stage and a couple of rows of tables on the floor. The lights were very low, with almost everything pointed at the stage. I went to a table and sat down. 

The waitress came over and I ordered a beer. I would just have to nurse it since I didn't want to imbibe very much. She was dressed in a g-string bathing suit and it did nothing to hide her well proportioned physical attributes. She was stacked. On the stage, a woman was going through the motions of dancing and was perched in front of two guys who were sitting there feeding one dollar bills into her g-string. She was naked except for that and her tits were definitely artificially enhanced. I sat there for a couple of minutes when, low and behold, Jeanne came out and walked right over to me. 

"Hey, baby, I'm Jasmine. Would you like a table dance?"

She was wearing a schoolgirl's outfit, only I was sure no school had ever seen an outfit like this. She was small and young and definitely looked the part. The top was tied in a knot just under her breasts and not a single button was buttoned. Her cleavage was not impressive since she was a pretty small, lithe, and small-boned person, but there were definitely tits under there. Her nipples were showing through the material, which looked like it had been washed within an inch of its life. Her skirt was short enough that her ass was hanging out the back and her cheeks with the g-string showing were readily visible. Ah, men. We are visually stimulated, aren't we?

I smiled when she said that so she took that as an approval to sit on my lap. "C'mon. I know you want at least one table dance."

I grinned. "How much are they?"

She smiled. "$20."

"Sure, I'll have a table dance." I reached into my pocket and pulled out a twenty. I was glad I just went to the cash machine, although I noticed there was one in the corner to ensure us poor saps were separated from as much of our money as possible. Besides, it wasn't really my money since I was going to expense it.




Starting Over Ch. 02



Jasmine/Jeanne kissed me on the cheek. "Good. You just turn this way." She pulled on my chair and made sure I rotated so that my legs were facing out. She sat back on my lap. "What's your name?"

"John."

"Well, John, we'll get started with the next song so that you get the whole song, okay?"

"Okay." I didn't mind too much since she was sitting on my lap, and rubbing her barely covered body around on me, searching for my hard dick. It was going to get there pretty soon.

I noticed on stage that the dancer had taken off her g-string and was now dancing fully nude, including doing the splits in front of the guys, leaving nothing, and I mean nothing, to the imagination. It was the first time I had been in a club like this. Jeanne saw where I was looking.

"She's hot, isn't she?"

"Uh, yeah."

"First time in here?"

"Yes."

"New to this area or just now getting around to checking us out."

"Pretty new to the area -- and I haven't been to a strip club in a while."

"Really? How long since you been in one?"

"20 years."

She grinned. "Wow. I'm 20. You haven't been in one of these my entire life. That's hard to think about. In any case, yes, this is a fully nude club. We dance fully nude on stage, but have to keep our bottoms on for table dances." She grinned salaciously. "But in the back, in the VIP lounges, we can be completely nude -- and completely private. Interested in that?"

I hesitated. "How much for that?"

She smiled. She was getting everything she wanted out of me. "Well, 20 minutes is $200 and 30 minutes is $250. Interested?"

I looked at her. She was actually a very pretty girl and had a nice body. She was pretty irresistible to an old dog like me.

"Let's do the table dance first, and then we can discuss that."

She grinned and leaned over to whisper in my ear, although I think it was so that she could rub her tits on my chest. "After I get done with the table dance, honey, you aren't going to want to leave."

I smiled at her. "Then show me, gorgeous."

I could tell that she liked the gorgeous comment. The song ended and the announcer called for the next dancer, named Crystal, to take the stage. I guess none of them used their real names.

Jeanne/Jasmine got up to start dancing. She pushed my legs apart and stood between them. She leaned over, took my hands, and put them on the arms of the chair. "I can use my hands, but you can't -- at least out here. In the VIP lounge, you can do whatever I let you do." She stood back up and started rotating in front of me in time to the beat of the music. When she was facing away from me, she bent over slightly and rubbed her ass back and forth on my crotch. I just watched as her little bubble butt rotated across where my dick was getting hard. Then she slowly sat on my lap and leaned back into me, still facing away, lying completely up against me. She put her head on my shoulder. I could smell some kind of light perfume and I was getting more of a chubby. Jeanne then stood and bent over in front of me, displaying that wondrous ass fully. The g-string she was wearing was nothing but a string between her cheeks and the slightly brown rosebud around her asshole was visible along with most of her asshole itself. The string widened to the patch of cloth covering her crotch, but it barely did that and I could see a small portion of her lips peeking out. She ran her hand over it, patting her pussy to make sure I got the message. She stood up and turned around, tugging on the knot of the shirt. She pulled it open, took it off, and tossed it on the table, baring her very pert, probably B-cup tits. Her areolas were very pink in this dim light, and the nipples had hardened a little. She grinned at me and crawled up over me, putting her tits right in my face. I stared at them and then looked up at her. She grinned. "You like my tits?"

"Oh, yes. They're beautiful."

"Thank you." She put her legs together between mine, leaned against me so that my face was pressing up against her chest right between her tits, and proceeded to slowly slide off me, dragging her tits past my face, down my chest, and over my crotch until she was kneeling on the floor. She then rubbed them over my now turgid cock. She could feel it in my jeans and she gave me a knowing smile.

She stood up and started dancing between my legs again and sat on my dick, rubbing her tight little ass all over it. She knew right where it was. Then, suddenly, the song ended. She slowly stood up and turned around. She grabbed her top and draped it over her shoulders, but didn't tie it. "I like you, John. Do you want to try the VIP lounge now?"

"Not right away. Why don't you sit for a minute and let me buy you a drink." 

Her face brightened a little at that, although I'm sure she would have preferred the VIP lounge, and she sat on my lap, waving at the waitress. The waitress was there in two shakes of -- well, everything on her was shaking and wiggling - even for a few seconds after she arrived!

"Gloria, get me a club soda." Gloria wiggled her way back to the bar.

I looked at her. "Don't you want something alcoholic?"

She smiled. "I'm only 20, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. I forgot. Well, that table dance made me forget everything except the shape of your body."

She laughed. "Well, thanks." She leaned over to whisper in my ear. "The bartender will know it's for me and she'll make sure I have a little something extra in my drink."

"Okay, good." I decided to start getting to the point. "How long have you danced here?"

"About 6 months."

"Is this your first job as a dancer?" I stayed away from the word stripper.

"Yes. I was a little nervous at first, but hey, it's only a human body. And the money is great. I'll have enough to take some classes next semester at UW."

"Yeah? College? What do you want to major in?"

She looked at me with a smirk. "Physical education!" She giggled at that.

I laughed, too. "Well, you are certainly qualified to educate people in the ways of physicality."

She finally got off my lap and sat next to me, but very close. She kept running her hand up and down my thigh, teasing me with the possibility of grabbing my dick. We discussed some mundane items and after I got a second beer, I decided that I had to tell her what I was there for.

"Jasmine, I have something very important to tell you and I hope you aren't mad at me."

She looked at me quizzically. "What?"

"My name is John and I know your name is Jeanne. I'm a private investigator who was hired by your parents to check up on you and make sure you were okay." She stared at me. "Please don't be mad. I like you, but they just wanted to make sure you were okay." She sat there and looked down at her hands. "Are you okay?"

She finally looked up at me. "You were hired by my mother and step-father?"

"Yes."

She took a deep breath. "You said private investigator, so they will pay for your expenses like they show on TV, right?"

"Of course."

"Good. If you want any more information out of me or want to talk to me any further, you can take me to the VIP lounge for 30 minutes." She stared at me. 

"$250, right?"

"Yes." She got up and walked back toward where the lounges were. She stopped and turned back to me and held out her hand. I got up and followed. Shit! I hope this wasn't too much for Craig to take and charge a customer. I couldn't even begin to imagine how he would list it on the expense report. But Jeanne was definitely going to make sure she got paid for this discussion.

She led me back down a corridor to where there were three VIP lounges, VIP marked on the doors with a large bouncer in the hall. "This is George."

I looked at her. "I don't think I have $250 cash on me right now. Let me hit the ATM, okay?"

"Fine." She didn't sound fine, but I hurried to the ATM, took out another $300, and went back to George. He was sitting there patiently, but I didn't see Jeanne. I started to hand him the $250, but he shook his head no and pointed behind him.

He smiled. "Right there." He pointed to the middle door and I entered.

The VIP lounge was actually a small room with a large shelf coming out of the wall. The shelf was covered with a very thick shag-like carpet to make it more like a bed. There was also a small table that had a new drink for Jeanne and a new beer for me. I walked over and sat next to her on the shelf. She didn't look up. "Are you okay, Jeanne?"

She looked up at me. "Please use Jasmine in the club, okay?" She seemed smaller and frailer now. She had lost her swagger.

I took her hand. "Jasmine. It's okay. I will only tell them what you want me to say, but they will probably want to contact you to make sure you are okay."

I handed her the $250 and she put it in her little purse, which was filling up with money. She pushed me back and I lay down. She stood and lifted my feet up and I realized she wanted me completely prone. I lay down and she took off all her clothes, well, at least what there was of them. She was completely shaved, only the second one I'd seen. Her body was small, tight, and extremely hot. She climbed up and sat on me. "I'm going to tell you something and you can decide how much and what to tell my mother, okay?" She didn't mention her step-father and I was soon to find out why. "My mother married my step-father when I was 13. By the time I was 16, he was making sexual comments and trying to cop feels of me when my mother wasn't looking. I started avoiding him as much as possible and I stayed away from home a lot. My mother acted like she was oblivious and ignored what I told her. He tried to talk me to blowing him one day when I was 17 and a senior. I didn't tell my mother about that, but I punched him in the balls pretty good and left. I was only home when I had to be and when my mother was there. Even then, he'd try to sneak into my room at night. I left as soon as I turned 18, finished high school by living in a girlfriend's basement and moved here as soon as I got a paying job. My mother was completely distraught by my actions and I think she was starting to believe me, but she still didn't leave the asshole." She stopped and took a breath. "So what do you have to say now?"

I pulled her down and hugged her, talking into her ear. She let me. "Jasmine or Jeanne or whatever. I will pass along that you are fine and only whatever else is necessary, okay?"She pulled back and looked at me with big eyes. I decided I would try to lighten the mood. "Besides, I don't remember anything after you took off your g-string and showed me that you were completely shaved." I grinned, hoping she understood what I was saying.

She stared at me and realized I was trying to break up the seriousness of the situation. She punched me playfully. "Smartass."

She pushed herself back up, sitting directly on my hard cock. I hoped I didn't get a wet spot there, but she didn't seem to be getting that excited. I guess this was the status quo for her. "Thanks for that." She wiped her face and I couldn't tell if there was a tear there, but then she smiled. "Okay, time's a wastin', let's get started." She started humping me and grabbed my hands to put them on her tits. They were marvelous; young, ripe, firm, and responsive. As soon as I thumbed the nipples, they stood up. She was rocking back and forth on my dick, teasing it. It seemed to me that that was all you could get out of a strip joint, a good teasing and blue balls. That was my real reason for avoiding them. She grinned and looked down at the bulge in my jeans. "Hmmm. Now since my step-father is paying for this, I think it's only right that I take care of that."

I stared at her as she ran her hand down under my polo and into my jeans to grab my now rock hard cock. "Uh, that's not necessary -- and won't you get into trouble?"

She kept smiling as she worked her hand along the length of my shaft. "Whatever happens in the VIP stays in the VIP."

She kept stroking me the best that she could and I groaned. "This is probably a bad idea." 

She started working on my belt and button. "No, it's a great idea. Nobody will know but you and I that the son-of-a-bitch paid for me to get you off when what he really wants is for me to suck him off." She now had my jeans open and was pushing on my boxers. "Help me out a little. Rise up."

She had her confident swagger back now that she was in charge of the situation and I was so fucking hard I wasn't about to stop her. I lifted my hips and she yanked down my jeans and boxers. My dick and balls were available to her now and she looked up at me as she sat just below them, stroking me. "Mmm. Nice girth. I bet you can fill a girl up good." I think my eyes opened wider at that. "Don't worry, I'm not going to fuck you or suck you. I don't have a condom in my little stripper purse and I don't do that -- at work." She grinned and ran her other hand up and over my chest and stomach, pushing my shirt up. "You're in good shape for being over 40. You're in better shape than about 80% of the men I see in here."

"Thanks." I groaned as she rose up, kneeling next to me and facing my crotch. She had her ass pointed in my direction. 

"See if you see anything you like." She wiggled her ass at me and I put my hand on it. "Oh, you like my ass?"

"No, I love your ass." 

She grinned and turned and kept stroking my cock. I was amazed at what was going on here. She was kneeling next to me and I could play with her, so I ran my hand over her ass, trailing my finger down over her ass and pussy. She rose up and turned to me. "No penetration." I nodded and she went back to work on my cock. I just stared at the gorgeous young private parts and kept running my hands over them as she jacked me. She was pretty good and her hands were small and soft. Her touch was just right. Even though I was a little apprehensive at first, I let go and let her have her way. I just closed my eyes, ran my hand over her ass, and enjoyed the hand job. It only took about 5 minutes of this before I was ready to cum.

"I'm going to cum!" I warned her, but she kept working on it. Finally, I erupted and she kept jacking me until she was done. I could feel some of my cum pooling on my lower abdomen and when she turned I could see why I didn't feel it squirt up onto my chest. She had put one of her hands right in front of my head and blocked the squirts, letting it hit her hand and dribble back onto my stomach. When I was finally done, she sat back on her haunches and looked at me. 

"How was that?"

"Pretty good! Not as good as a blow job, but damn close."

She grinned. "Good. It's the first time I've ever taken a guy's dick out in the club."

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah. I don't trust anyone and there are a lot of assholes that come in here. For some reason I trust you and wanted to think about doing this and making my step-father pay for it. I haven't made a mistake, have I?"

I grinned at her. "No, you haven't. You can trust me. And I'm not going to tell your parents anything except that you are fine. I'm going to have to mention the club, but I'll only give them your phone number if I can get away with it. They paid for us to find you, though, so I may have to provide your address, too. Any problems with that?"

She looked at me for a few seconds. "No, I guess not. I can handle myself and my roommate and I can take care of my step-father if he decides to show up."

"Is your roommate tough?"

She grinned. "Yeah, she's tough. Now, let's get you put back together and enjoy our last few minutes."

She retrieved a couple of tissues out of her purse and I wiped up my spunk the best that I could. I held the tissues in one hand while I waited for a place to dump them. She looked at me and smiled. "Here." She held out her hand and I put the tissues in her hand. "Ew! Cold spunk! Yuck!" She grinned and then dumped them into her cup that still had half her drink in it. "That will cover it up. Just looks like I put a table napkin in there." 

I rearranged my pants and she got dressed. We sat and I asked her about working there and she told me some stories about how the bouncers had to throw guys out who would be drunk before showing up and start pawing at the girls like animals. I asked her about the bouncers and she told me if I wanted to make a friend of George, to tip him. She had to give him the house take, but tips would be appreciated. I pulled out $40 and asked if that was enough. She said that was more than enough. What the hell, I was going to expense it anyway.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Jasmine smiled. "Two minutes. That's the warning that our time is almost up."

I looked at her. She was barely older than my daughter and I was old enough to be her father. I suddenly felt very old and very dirty for doing what we had done.

"Jasmine, I'm sorry about all this."

"About what?"

"You know, all of this." I swept my hand around the room.

She put her hand on mine and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "It's not your fault. You just do what you have to do and I'll do what I have to do."

"Okay."

We stepped over to the door and opened it. George was sitting there. He looked at me and I held out my hand. "Thanks, George." I handed him the money, including a tip, and he looked at me. He smiled and nodded.

We walked out into the main area and I sat back down at the same table. Jasmine sat with me and Gloria appeared. She was definitely the voluptuous type and I loved the way she jiggled. I ordered one more beer and Jasmine sat next to me, her arm intertwined with mine. She told me some funny stories about working there, but nothing specific. I figured they (strippers) were probably experts at that. 

Finally, I got up to leave. I felt rather than noticed someone quickly come up to me from the right side. I was just able to overhear my name being shouted since the music was pretty loud. Because of those two things I flinched and that's what probably saved me. I felt the blow to the back of my head, but fortunately it was a glancing one. That flinch was purely a reflex action; otherwise I fear what might have happened to my head. I was dazed and I remember looking up and thinking that it was one of the guys from the drug gang, but I was too out of it to do anything about it. And then everything faded to black.

 To be continued...



Starting Over Ch. 03



Slowly I recovered from the wonderful climax that Nan and Judy had provided. It's difficult to articulate how I was feeling: warm, satisfied, cared for, mellow, but most of all virile. Somehow Judy and Nan helped me get to the closest chair. As I seated myself, Judy headed for the kitchen to get wine glasses. Nan laid out in a recliner near me. This gave me my first opportunity to get a good look at my new friend. I guessed she is about 5ft 4in. She's trim with only a few extra pounds. Her black hair extends about half way down her back and is matched by a neatly trimmed hair around her vagina. Nam has relatively small breasts that hang low on her chest. Her areoles are a dark brown in color and feature nipples that stand out almost an inch. Despite these sexy details, by far her best feature is her face. She has dark, almost black eyes and a huge smile, highlighted by very white teeth and beautiful full lips. Oh those lips! As I thought about her, I remembered the exquisite feeling of those lips wrapped around my cock. Nan is beautiful. She could be a magazine model.

My increasingly horny thoughts of Nan were interrupted by Judy's approach. What an impressive vision she is, carrying three Waterford Chrystal wine goblets. Judy is about 5ft 10 in. She has muscular arms and legs. You can see at a glance that she is a natural as a masseuse. She has large, beautiful breasts that probably hang a little lower on her chest than they did 40 years ago, but gravity takes its toll on all of us. Her short blonde hair accents her blue eyes. Her smile is almost mesmerizing. Watching Judy cross the patio from the Kitchen to our table, I am struck at how confident she is. She is in charge. She is happy in her own skin.

Nan was the first to speak. "Oh Judy, thanks so much for sharing! This is a fun evening."

"No need to share. I brought plenty of wine!"

Judy began to laugh uncontrollably. "She not talking about the wine, Jack. She talking about you! Now lets get two of those bottles open. Chardonnay for Nan. White Zen for you and me." 

I took this opportunity to excuse myself. I grabbed my kit bag and headed to the bathroom. I could tell that this evening wasn't over yet and that it would most likely be physically draining, so to speak. After a quick bio break, I washed the sweat off, splashed some cologne on my face and arms, and downed a couple of Viagra. I rejoined the ladies on the patio.

.Someone had poured two glasses of White Zin and a glass of Chardonnay. I handed out the wine and raised my glass. "Ladies,, here's to great friends and mind blowing sex!"

Judy chimed in, "It's not your mind I want to blow." We all laughed. The Viagra began to kick in and my cock jumped in anticipation.

After some small talk and another glass of wine, Judy suggested that we adjourn to the hot tub. We agreed and Nan led the way. We all climbed into the Jacuzzi. "Here Jack, sit between us." I did so and the two ladies cuddled up one on each side of me. As I settled into my seat I immediately felt four hands begin to caress various parts of my body. Nam began to stroke one of my shoulders and pet my hardening cock. Thank God for Viagra! 

Judy had an arm around my neck and one stroking my thigh. Judy moved her mouth to my ear, "Do you like my choice of friends tonight? Nan is fascinated with your cock. She can't take her eyes off of it. She really want's to fuck you. And I want to watch and help us all cum again." 

Nan moved her lips to my other ear, "Oh Jack, I'm so happy that Judy invited both of us here tonight. You have such a beautiful cock. I can't leave it alone. Please let me fuck you."

That was a strange way to say it. I was expecting that I would carry her out of the hot tub. Lay her on her back on one of the sun chair recliners. Hold her legs over her head and drive my cock deep into her cunt. What did this little minx have in mind? 

"Oh Nan, you had me at hello." I quoted an old movie line I had heard somewhere. "And now you can have me any why you choose!"

Judy and Nan each took one of my arms and eased me toward the hot tub stairs. The air felt cool after the tub. They led me to Judy's play area. This is an inflatable pad about 10 feet square off to the side of the pool. "Lay here Jack." They eased me down onto the pad, on my back. Nan crawled between my legs. By now my cock was rock hard (At least as hard as it gets!) Nan took it gently in her hands and began to slowly stroke it. She reached between her legs and scooped up some of her own fluid and brought it to my cock. Then she moved up my body and positioned her dripping pussy over my cock. She manipulated my cock so that it laid along her protruding pussy lips and she began to slide herself on my cock from base to tip. When she reached the tip, just when I expected to feel it slip into her warm slick tunnel, she stopped and returned toward the base. This was exquisite torture. I don't think I've ever been so ready to fuck in my entire life!

I had lost sight of Judy while my mind concentrated on Nan's ministrations to my cock. Then I felt her warmth at my head. She gently laid my head back on the pad and positioned herself with one leg on each side of my head. She began to massage my torso, moving her hands from my chest to my cock. When she got to my cock, I could feel her move her hand to Nan's clit and tweak it. Every time Judy contacted Nan's clit, Nam would moan, "Oh Judy, that feels so good.

Nan finally relented and on one of her approaches to the head of my cock, she moved just far enough for it to slip inside. Slowly she slid my cock into her pussy. "Oh Jack, I knew this would be good, but it is even better than I expected." The pleasure was overwhelming. I wanted to thrust my cock into Nam faster and harder. I wanted to cum. I wanted to cum right now! When Nan felt my attempts to thrust faster and deeper, she admonished me, "No Jack! I said I wanted to fuck you. Just lay back and enjoy this. I'm in control."

"Yes Jack! Let go. We are in control." With that Judy moved her pussy forward passed my eyes and nose and settled it on my mouth. I extended my tongue and began to swab the inside of her pussy. Judy was dripping wet. I had never experienced anything like this before. I couldn't see anything. Judy's nether regions had my eyes completely blindfolded. Any sound was muffled by Judy's legs which had a firm grip on my head. I had difficulty getting enough air, although that just seem to intensify the experience. I could smell Judy's intoxicating scent. I could feel her dripping wet slippery pussy. The overwhelming sensation that I felt was Nan's pussy slowly massaging my cock. She seemed to be able to tell whenever I was about to cum. She would slow down even more and wait till the urge subsided. I was approaching sensory overload. I felt like my skin was electrified. I felt the hair on my body stand up. Oh my God! This is fucking fantastic! 

Judy must have leaned forward to get closer to Nan, because she tilted her pelvis forward which brought her clit in contact with my lips. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it as deep into my mouth as I could. I could tell that Judy enjoyed this by the way she tightened her legs and I think I heard her shriek. 

The level of moaning increased as we all three neared our climaxes. Judy was the first to cum. She mashed her pussy down on my mouth even harder. Then she jumped off my body and turned around and began a series of deep French kisses. 



Now I could hear Nan! She was moaning and babbling about how good it was. She was still fucking me slowly And she was enjoying it tremendously. "Oh yes! Yes! Yessssssssssssss! Oh fuck this is so good! Oh God I'm cummmmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnnggggg!" 

She tightened her pussy walls on my cock. I could feel my toes curl. My entire body flexed and tightened. And then it happened! I began to shoot. Involuntarily I yelled out, "Oh Fuck I'm cumming toooooooo. Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yesssssssssssss!" Spurt after spurt shot out of my cock and blasted into Nan's waiting pussy. Her insides became even wetter, if that was possible. It was almost like an out of body experience. I pushed my cock as deep into Nan as I could. My entire body tensed for what seemed like a long time. Then I relaxed. 

"Oh Nan, come lay beside me! I want to feel your body next to me." And so the evening ended. Judy on one side; Nan on the other; and an exhausted Jack in the middle. We cuddled and slept like that for hours. 

Thank you Judy! Friends with benefits is a fantastic concept!



Starting Over Ch. 03



 
I posted the first two chapters before the first one was up and I saw the comments about the error in the cast of characters with the widow reference. Thanks for pointing that out. Also, I have to apologize to all the gun enthusiasts out there who pointed out that I didn't do the research on the operation of the Glock. I guess I'll have to fire my editor – oh, wait, that's me! Shit! In any case, thanks to all who have taken the time to comment. We're all busy and I appreciate it.

Main Characters:
LTC (Retired) John Jackson, 5'11", 180, 45 years old.
Marie Jackson, John's dead wife, 5'8", 140, 44 years old.
Angelica Jackson, John and Marie's daughter, 5'5", 125, 19 years old.
Mary Bradford, bartender, 5'5", 120, 34 years old.
Margaret (Maggie) Bradford, Mary's sister, 5'6", 115, 36 years old.
Madeleine (Maddie) Bradford, Maggie's daughter, 6 years old..
Juliet Margolin, waitress, 5'4", 145, 24 years old.
Samantha (Sam) Walker, 5'6", 130 pounds, 39 years old.
Joyce Walker, Sam's daughter, 5'4", 120 pounds, 19 years old.
Marion Walker, Sam's daughter, 5'4", 115 pounds, 17 years old.
SFC (Retired) Craig Smithson, 6', 190, 46 years old.
Jeanne (aka Jasmine) Welch, 5'5", 110, 20 years old.


Previously:

I was in a strip club, working as a private investigator, finding a young woman (real name Jeanne, stripper name Jasmine) whose parents had wanted to make sure she was okay. As I got up to leave, I felt rather than noticed someone quickly come up to me from the right side. I was just able to overhear my name being shouted since the music was pretty loud. Because of those two things I flinched and that's what probably saved me. I felt the blow to the back of my head, but fortunately it was a glancing one. That flinch was purely a reflex action; otherwise I fear what might have happened to my head. I was dazed and I remember looking up and thinking that it was one of the guys from the drug gang, but I was too out of it to do anything about it. And then everything faded to black.

Monday, 1 October 2012, A Gentleman's Club, Seattle, Washington.

When I finally came to, I was lying on a couch in a small office. I could hear the music of the strip club through the door, but it was pretty well muted. I turned and looked to my left and Jeanne/Jasmine was there talking to an older man with a goatee and to George, the large bouncer.

I groaned and sat up, my head was throbbing and it hurt along the right side. They all moved over to the couch. Jasmine went to her knees and held her hand to my head. "How are you feeling?"

"My head feels like somebody stomped on it, other than that, okay."

Jasmine smiled. The older guy stepped forward and put out his hand. "Hi, I'm Marcus Candiotti, the owner and manager here."

I shook his hand. "What happened? I don't remember much after some guy tried to take my head off."

Everybody looked at Marcus. "Yeah, we need to discuss that with you, too. Some guy took a swing at you with a small iron bar that he must have had hidden when he came in. You ducked enough to keep from getting it too bad and then George took the guy down. I didn't know the guy and he only seemed angry with you, so obviously there's some history there. We have him locked in one of the VIP rooms until we can talk about it with you."

"I didn't see the guy, so I have no idea who we are talking about."

Marcus looked up at George. "George, bring him in here." George left.

"I notice that you didn't call the cops."

"We try not to. It just brings us unwanted attention and sometimes it's just a domestic thing. You can tell us if you know the guy and we'll decide what to do. Also, we're not sure if you need medical attention. He didn't break the skin, but you still got knocked out. You can decide if you want to go to the ER or not." 

I can imagine that strip clubs try to keep all unwanted attention away from them, law or otherwise.

George then reentered the room with a guy in plastic cuffs. It was Justin, the drug using asshole that had pounded on Sam's door so hard that I had drawn a gun on him.

I stood up. "Hello, Justin." He just stared at me. "Does your employer know you took a run at me? Aren't you still out on bail for the last incident?"

"Fuck you!" He spit it at me.

I turned to Marcus. "Yeah, I know this guy. He is part of a drug operation here in the area. He was messing around in my apartment stairwell, so I asked him to leave nicely, and then not so nicely. He and some buddies came back and broke into my apartment, but I held them back with a gun and now they are under arrest. He's out on bail awaiting trial."

"You fucker. I'll get you, asshole. You can't hide forever." He struggled and wrestled against being held and cuffed, but George made about two of him and just held him in place.

I stared at Justin. "Justin, let me explain something to you. I'm going to call the cops now and you know what? Since you are out on bail for breaking and entering my apartment and communicating a threat against me, I think they'll love to have you back. Your bail will be revoked and you can wait in jail for your trial. Sound like fun?"

"Fuck you!"

"Maybe while you are in there, you can work on your vocabulary."

He started to say more, but George yanked on his arms and he yelled at the sudden pain. George pulled him out of the room.

Marcus looked at me. "I guess there's no way to convince you not to call the cops from my club, is there?"

"No, I really need to get this guy off the streets."

"Okay. Let's take it outside so that they don't have to come in and disturb the customers."

I stood up and wobbled. Jasmine held onto my arm. "You are still wobbly. You shouldn't be driving."

Marcus went to my other side. "I agree. Jasmine, after the cops come out run him home and make sure he's okay. It's pretty slow today, so you can take the rest of the day off." He turned to me. "I'll call the cops while she helps you out to your car."

"Okay." She smiled up at me.

We walked outside and Marcus called the police. A couple of minutes later, two cars pulled up and I explained the situation while George held the still cuffed Justin. After hearing the story one of the officers checked it out and verified the information with a couple of witnesses. They put him in the back of one of the cruisers and asked if I needed anything else. I told them that I was going to head home to rest. One of the cars left with Justin while the second stayed and took some statements. I turned to George and shook his hand. "George, I think I owe you more than a little tip."

He smiled."No problem. Maybe you can help me sometime. Jasmine tells me you're a PI."

"That's correct. I'll owe you one." I reached into my pocket and took out the small notebook I was carrying. I wrote down my contact number and handed it to him. "Here."

He took it and put it in his pocket. "You be careful now. See you later Jasmine."

Jasmine grinned as we got into my car and I handed her the keys.  She drove to my apartment, following my instructions, and then helped me inside. She got me some water and some Tylenol and then sat next to me. "This is a nice place."

"Not too bad, eh? Here, let me show you something." I stood and showed her that I had the adjoining apartment as well and gave her a general tour. She liked that.

When we got back to the living room, I sat and pulled out the TV remote. Jasmine remained standing. She pointed to some blood on her blouse and skirt. "I got some blood on me when George beat up that guy, do you mind if I take a shower and wash these in your washer and dryer? I did give up a day's worth of wages for this." She grinned at me.

"No, I don't mind, go ahead."

"I'll be just a couple of minutes, okay?"

"No problem, Jasmine, go ahead."

She turned and went into my master bedroom. I could hear the shower come on. About that time there was a knock at the door. I looked at my watch. It was about 5pm now. I got up and went and answered it and there was Joyce, the 19-year old from next door.

"Hey, Mr. Jackson, how are you doing?"

I reached up and touched my head. "Not well. One of those guys who busted into my apartment last week tried to take my head off."

"Oh, my god!" She reached up and felt the bump on my head. It hurt and I flinched. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine." We walked back into the living room and sat down. She had just asked me to tell her about what happened when Jasmine walked in – wearing just a very short towel. 

Jasmine stopped short. "Oh, sorry, I didn't know we had company." She had a towel on her head, too, and her clothes in her hand. I also noticed the use of 'we' in that sentence. "I just need to get this in the washing machine." She turned and walked toward where I had a small stackable washer and dryer for the apartment. The towel barely covered her ass.

Joyce stood up. "I'm sorry. I can see I came in the middle of something." 

Jasmine answered from where she was loading the washing machine. "I'm just washing my clothes, so don't get any ideas."

Joyce looked at her and then back at me so I quickly explained what happened, hoping she wasn't too shocked by the bit about the strip club. Of course, I left out the table dance and the VIP Room. I just said I went there to make contact.

"Oh, I see." Joyce looked pointedly at Jeanne. "You work at a strip club?"

Jasmine walked toward us, having loaded the washing machine. "Yeah, that's right. Why?"

"Just curious. I've heard a lot about them from a friend of mine, but never seen one. She wants to work at one. She said you can make real good money there."

Jasmine looked her over. "Well, you could make good money there. You have a nice shape and great tits. Men love natural tits."

Joyce blushed. "Thanks. I think I'd better be going, though."

I remembered that she had knocked on my door for something. "What was it you wanted?"

"Oh, yeah, I forgot that I was going to ask if you had any eggs I could borrow."

"Sure." I walked into the kitchen and retrieved the egg carton. I handed it to her. "Here, take the rest of this carton and you guys can just replace it later."

"Okay, thanks. Well, I'd better be going. We are cooking over there." She turned to Jasmine. "Bye."

"Bye." Jasmine sat on the couch as I closed the door. 

"I think I'm going to lie down for a while." I was feeling pretty tired from everything that had been going on. "Make yourself at home." I knew I should have been checked for a concussion before lying down and sleeping, but I didn't think my injury was that bad. They say that self diagnosis is a bad thing, but - well, fuck it. I also thought about leaving Jasmine alone in my apartment. I looked at her and decided that she was trustworthy enough after what had happened today.

"Okay." She picked up the TV remote and I heard it come on. I stripped to my boxers and lay down. I went to sleep immediately.

I woke up about an hour later and heard talking. I slowly sat up. I felt much better.  I walked into the living room and was greeted by quite a sight. Jasmine was sitting on the couch, slumped down, wearing one of my t-shirts and her tiny panties and Joyce, pretty little Joyce from next door, was wearing only her bra and panties and dancing between Jasmine's legs. She was giving her a table dance. 

"Keep your hips moving." Jasmine was giving instructions, her hands on Joyce's hips. I watched as Joyce did a pretty good job. And Jasmine was right about her tits. They looked scrumptious.

"Uh, excuse me." I finally made my presence known and they both jumped. Joyce looked startled into inaction for a few seconds and then reached for her blouse, covering her tits. Jasmine stood up and came over to me. 

"Joyce, don't get dressed. Let's get a man's opinion and you'll learn more about how to dance for a man. You can practice all the moves I was talking about." She took my hand and led me to the couch. "Sit."

Joyce stood there staring at me as I sat. Jeanne moved over in front of me. "Okay, now watch me." 

Jasmine waited for the music, which was playing on some radio station, to start a new song. Then she turned and did her patented hip and butt wiggle against my crotch. "You have to make contact with their crotch. Men love that and it will increase the number of dances you get and your tips." She then stood up and pulled off the t-shirt that she was wearing, revealing herself to be wearing only that small g-string. I saw Joyce stare at her nudity in front of me. Jasmine bent over from the waist, wiggling her ass in my face and reached up and stroked her crack from top of her butt to her clit. "Bend over like this and run your hand along your crotch. They will stare at your ass and pussy. That's what they came for and you can tease them like this forever. Remember, that for table dances you take off your top, but not your bottoms." She continued to stay like that for a few seconds. "Now, after you do that, you climb up onto their lap." She crawled up over me, putting her legs on either side of mine and sat on my thighs, facing me. "You can do all sorts of wiggling in this position. Since they can't touch you or anything, you can initiate any contact by pulling their face between your tits. With your tits, guys will be lining up for a face full of those babies." She did it to demonstrate it. I went along only because this was a teaching moment. Yeah, right! "After that, one of the more common lap dance moves is to rise up and pull your legs between his legs. You lean forward against him like this." She leaned forward into me, putting her head in my neck. "You then slide down along his body, making sure you drag yourself over his dick. And believe me; you'll feel it by this point. Make sure you drag your tits over his dick and then when you get to the floor, get on your knees and keep looking up at him as you slowly breathe on or feel his cock through his pants. They love when you stare at them like that." Jasmine did exactly what she said and, as expected, I was hard.

Jasmine suddenly looked up at Joyce. "You want to try now?"

I tried to stay non-committal and not nod like a bobble-head at the suggestion. Joyce looked at her and then at me. "I don't know. I'm not sure I'm ready."

Jasmine stood up. "Well, you'll need to work on your technique to make sure you make some money, but sometimes it's easier in the club because everyone there is doing it and it's darker."

"Yeah, it feels funny since it's my neighbor."

Jasmine started getting dressed at this point. Her clothes were on the table and apparently the laundering was done. Joyce finished dressing, too. Damn, the free show was disappearing.

"Well, I need to go. My roommate and I are going out since we are both off." Jasmine picked up her purse and came over to me. She gave me a quick hug. "Thanks for letting me use your washer and dryer. Let me know what happens with my mother and step-father. If they want to meet, I will probably want you there." She turned to Joyce. "Remember, it's just a human body and we all have them. Don't be shy about showing off that rockin' bod you have."

Joyce smiled and glanced at me. "Okay, thanks. I'll let you know about my friend."

"Okay, got to go. See you two some other time. Bye."

And then she was gone. Joyce made her good-byes and left quickly, leaving me alone with my thoughts and a hard dick. Shit! Now I was horny again!

Friday , 5 October 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.

I had spent the last few days doing mostly computer research for Craig. He had been getting a lot of business from friends of his brother. There were some who were in the prosecution or defense business as lawyers and would use Craig to do verification and checks on various times, dates, and locations of their clients or the perpetrators. It wasn't exciting, but it kept me busy and that's all I really needed right now. Mary had been on vacation from the bar, so I didn't know what was up with her.

Finally, on Friday, Craig called and told me that Jeanne's/ Jasmine's mother and step-father had received the information and they were not really surprised that she was working in a strip club. He had given them her phone number, but not her address, so they had called her so that they could meet with her. She had tried to talk her mother into coming alone, but she wouldn't do it, so Jasmine had requested that I be there. Craig was also going to be there to make the introductions.

I got ready and dressed fairly nicely. I wore a pair of dress pants, a long sleeve shirt, and a jacket. I left off the tie. We were meeting at a restaurant downtown. Once I was ready, I drove down there and parked nearby. I got to the restaurant about 20 minutes early so I went to the bar. I was just finishing my first beer when Craig and Jasmine came in. They waved and I was pleased at the restraint that Jasmine had shown in her choice of dress. She was wearing nice jeans, nice blouse, and a light jacket. She had done her makeup and hair in a fairly conservative fashion and looked young, gorgeous, and nothing like the stripper I had just met earlier that week.

Jasmine's mother and step-father arrived a few minutes after 8, our reservation time. As soon as they entered, I could see where Jasmine got her beauty from. Her mother was still very pretty. She was an older model of what Jasmine looked like and was dressed nicely as well. Her step-father was dressed in jeans and a polo shirt, so he was the most dressed down individual in the group. 

Jasmine walked over to her mother and I could see her mother's eyes go wide like she either couldn't believe that the young woman in front of her was Jasmine or she was surprised at how much they looked alike. In either case, her face lit up and I could see the relief in it. They hugged briefly and then the mother said something to Jasmine and she just turned and nodded to her step-father. He stood there a little sheepishly and didn't say anything at the snub.

The dinner went fine and apparently Jasmine's mother, Liz, had had a long discussion with Earl, her husband and Jasmine's step-father, about the situation that had occurred. Earl appeared to be ashamed of this fact and after that the dinner went well. Jasmine and Liz were apparently making up, but Liz did make it known that she was not happy about her vocation. Jasmine explained that the club was very secure, everything was under control, and nothing happened that the girls didn't want to have happen. Liz was a little happier, but not convinced. However, she did say that she would support her daughter in whatever she wanted, so they seemed to part on good terms. Earl was quiet the entire night after the discussion about him being chewed out for trying to get Jasmine to have sex with him.

We departed and Jasmine told her parents that she would give them her address and they had her phone number. She wanted to stay in touch and felt better about the situation with Earl.

When I got home, it was almost midnight and I had just gotten undressed when there was a knock on the door. As I was walking to the door, I smiled, figuring that it was probably Mary. She was the only one who came that late. But when I looked through the peephole, it was Joyce and another young girl.

I opened the door. "Hello, Joyce." I looked at the other young woman and she was built about the same as Joyce, small, but curvy.

"Hi." She was fidgeting. "Can we come in?"

"Oh, sorry. Sure, come on in." She entered and went straight to the couch. She was wearing a jean skirt and light turtleneck. It hugged her delicious figure.  Her friend was dressed in yoga pants and a t-shirt, also showing delectable curves, especially that ass. Man, I loved yoga pants as outerwear.

She sat on the couch and looked at me. "I've been thinking about what Jasmine said and I think my friend and I are both going to audition at the club. Neither of us has a job right now and we are having trouble finding one. If you have Jasmine's phone number I'd like to call her and talk about it."




Starting Over Ch. 03



"Sure. Let me get it." I retrieved it from where I had written down all her information near my desk and brought it back to them. "Here it is. She didn't work tonight, so you may catch her at home. I only have her home, not her cell."

"Okay, thanks." Joyce took the number. "Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce Livy, short for Olivia." 

Olivia put out her hand and I shook it. "Nice to meet you Livy."

She grinned. "Nice to meet you."

Joyce used her cell to call Jasmine immediately. They discussed when they would have to perform an audition and I listened with interest, marveling at how I came to be acquainted with a stripper and possibly two more. Considering that I had not gone to a strip club while married, it was an interesting development. I also have to admit that my horniness led me to hope that they would need a "practice dummy" – so to speak. I was definitely ready to volunteer my services. 

After Joyce got off the phone, she and Livy thanked me and left. Drat! Why was it that now I was always horny yet when I was married we'd sometimes go a couple of weeks without sex and I was comfortable with that? Oh, yeah, back then I was working my ass off and there weren't nubile young things around all day. 

Saturday, 6  October 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.

I got some decent sleep, but was still napping a little in front of a college football game when the doorbell rang. I got to my feet slowly, a little groggy from dozing and made my way to the door. I checked the peephole. It was Mary. Outstanding. My libido was imagining all sorts of scenarios.

I opened the door. "Hey, Mary. C'mon in."

She smiled and seemed hesitant, but eventually entered. "Hi. I just wanted to come by before I go to work and see how you were doing."

"Pretty well." She seemed a little distant, so I waited to see what was going on.

"I know that I've been a little bipolar when it comes to our relationship, but I wanted to stop by and let you hear it from me." She looked at me closely and I tried not to give away my feelings. "When I was on vacation I ran into my old boyfriend from a couple years ago. We got to talking and then spent the week together. We're going to get back together." She looked at her hands and then back up at me, trying to judge my reaction.

"That's great, Mary." I tried to sound very happy for her. I think I was, but I still wanted this woman. She was a very nice, pretty, and sexual woman.

"You're not mad? I mean we didn't discuss anything about us dating or anything, but you are a little more old fashioned and I thought you might think we had some sort of arrangement."

I had to chuckle at that. "Okay, I know I'm old, you don't have to rub it in."

She looked concerned. "That's not what...".

I interrupted her. "I'm just kidding. Mary, you are a free agent. You can do whatever you want. Of course, I loved having you in my bed, but we barely know each other and we can just look at that as two friends comforting each other, okay? I'd still like to remain your friend."

Mary looked relieved and then hugged me. "I do want you to be my friend. You never know when I might need more comforting."

I grinned. "I'm always available for comforting." I held her by her shoulders. "Now do you have time for a beer? I'd like to hear about this old boyfriend."

She looked at her watch. "Not really. I have to be at work in 20 minutes."

"Okay. Well, I expect to hear more about it. And I guess he's at least more physically compatible than Dave and can 'comfort' you."

She laughed and I loved her laugh. "Yes, things are much better in that department."

"Okay, good. I expect to hear more about him and maybe meet him."

"You will. Now, I'd better get going." She headed toward the door and then stopped and turned around. "Don't be a stranger because of this."

"No way, Mary. I'll be over there to visit my favorite bartender often."

"Okay, good." She turned to leave, but again turned to me. "Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you let me invite you to my parents place for a birthday party for my sister? You can come as just a friend of mine. I won't try to hook you up – much."

"Yeah, yeah. Get out of here. I'll come to your party, but don't expect your other sisters to take a liking to the old guy."

She grinned. "Don't worry, you're very likable." And she turned and left. Damn! When I saw her face I was immediately thinking sex.

I spent the rest of the night relaxing, watching some college football and finishing a book. I was going to have to hit Amazon and the bookstore again. I needed some more books, both electronic and paper. 

Saturday, 13  October 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.

I spent the entire week working on mundane computer research. I found out that Justin, the drug addled idiot who attacked me, had been severely beaten in jail. The police suspect that his boss was sending him a message for being so stupid. Mary was also true to her word and had invited me to her parents' house for her sister's 36th birthday party. She told me her sister was divorced and had a daughter. Oh, great, she was trying to fix me up with someone with a kid. Not in my plans. I had already raised a daughter and was not thinking of more children at my age.

Mary sent me directions and I followed them to a very nice house in the Queen Anne area with a view of Puget Sound. It was a large and very nicely appointed house with a well-manicured lawn. I arrived and made sure to time it to show up with Mary. She met me on the sidewalk and walked me inside. Her boyfriend had to work and she was alone.

We entered the house without knocking and there was nobody in the living areas and it appeared that everyone was outside. This made sense since we were having a sunny day for the first time in several days. We went over and she pointed toward the back yard. There were plenty of kids and Mary explained to me that she had three sisters and a brother. From them she had four nephews and one niece. The niece was from Margaret, who she said they called Maggie, and she was the birthday girl. I could tell that was the one she was hoping I had an interest in. She had been divorced for four years and didn't get out much in Mary's opinion. I got a complete mini-family history, including the fact that her father was from old money and Mary, because of the direction she had taken, was the black sheep of the family.

Mary took me through the kitchen and got me a beer. Her father drank Guinness and she knew that was my favorite. Then she led me outside and introduced me to her brother who was the first person we ran into. He seemed nice, but quiet. Her parents were next and her father was not very friendly. He seemed a little surprised that Mary had brought me and didn't seem all that happy to see her. Her mother led us away from him toward the rest of the yard and apologized for him. I hated that. I always hated it when one spouse felt he or she had to apologize for the other. 

Then, as we came around a tree there was a small table there with a girl, who was probably about 6 years old, playing with a tea set by herself. The boys were further out in the yard playing, as boys do, at being rough and out of control. Mary introduced me to the girl. She was pretty, with blonde curls, and big blue eyes, and wearing a very nice flowered dress. Definitely a girly girl from all appearances.

"John, this is my niece and goddaughter, Madeleine. Maddie, this is Mr. Jackson."

The little girl stood up and offered her hand. "Hi, Mr. Jackson." She was more polite than most adults.

I shook her hand. "Hello, Maddie. You look like you are all by yourself. Is there nobody who wants to have tea with you?"

She shook her head. "No, sir. The boys don't want to play teatime."

I looked up at Mary and made a motion toward the table. Mary knew what I meant and just shrugged her shoulders. I handed Mary my beer. I had done this many times with my daughter and her friends.

"Maddie, I'd like some tea. May I join you?"

She stared at me for a second and then looked at Mary with a wide smile. "Yes, sir. You can sit right there." She was so polite and pointed toward the seat opposite her. 

"I'll be right back." Mary excused herself and left.

"So what kind of tea do you have here?" I sat down in the very small chair, but it was kind of interesting. This brought back good memories from my time with my daughter.

"I have Earl Grey tea."

I chuckled, thinking she was kidding, but then she poured what looked like tea out of her little teapot into a small cup and put it in front of me. 

"Would you like some sugar, Mr. Jackson?"

"Uh, yes, that would be great." She was quite the little hostess.

She spooned in a couple helpings and then sat back down. "It's still warm."

I picked up the cup and tried it. Damn! That was really tea. And it was still warm. "This is very good, Maddie, thank you."

"You're welcome." She took a sip of hers. "Are you a friend of Aunt Mary's?"

"Yes, I am. I just moved here from Virginia on the East Coast and she wanted me to meet you guys."

"I like Aunt Mary. Grandpa doesn't like her, but me and my mom like her."

Kids. Never say anything to or around a small child that you didn't want everyone to know about. "I like Mary, too."

"Are you her boyfriend?"

I wondered if she even knew what that meant. "No, we are just friends. She has a boyfriend, but he had to work today."

She looked at me with those big blue eyes and I got the feeling that they didn't miss much. They reminded me of my daughter's. Even at a young age you could tell she was taking in everything and thinking about it. "Okay."

Then suddenly, Mary was back at my side and standing next to her was a goddess. I knew immediately who it was. She had blond hair and big blue eyes, just like Maddie. She was wearing a sundress like her daughter and I could tell she was thin, but shapely. Everything about her exuded charm and grace, just a glance told me that.

I stood up before they could say anything and spoke. "You must be Maggie."

She smiled. "How did you know?"

I looked down at her daughter. "No mistaking that resemblance."

She smiled larger looking at her daughter. "She is a lot like me, isn't she?"

I loved her smile. Her face was pale, with a few freckles. She was about 5' 6" and she appeared to be not just shapely, but athletic. "Yes, she is. She's very pretty."

Maggie blushed a little and Mary laughed. "I can see you're in good hands. I'll go get us some more wine." She took Maggie's glass out of her hand before she could say anything and left.

Maggie looked away from my gaze and I realized I was probably staring. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare so intently."

"No, that's okay. I was just wondering if I had something between my teeth or on my lip."

"You have neither, but even if you did, you'd still be beautiful."

She looked back at me. "Well, Mary sure can pick them."

"What?"

"You know what I mean. Mary always dates you guys who are constantly flirting and trying to be so smooth."

I didn't know if she was putting me on or not. "Mary and I are not dating. Her boyfriend had to work and couldn't make it so she asked me. We're just friends. And I'm so out of shape at being smooth it's ridiculous."

"Really?" She looked at me intently and then back down at her daughter who was watching us. "Well, um, let's go over to the food table and get something." I could tell she didn't want to say too much about that in front of Maddie.

I looked down at her daughter who would then be left alone. "No, thanks. Maddie just invited me to join her for tea and poured me a cup, so I'm going to stay here."

She looked down at her daughter and her daughter got this big smile on her face, like she had beat out her mother for my attention. "Do you want some tea, too, Mommy?"

Maggie smiled at her daughter and I could see that she immediately understood what I was doing. "No, thanks, honey. But I will sit here and keep you two company."

"Okay, good." 

Maggie turned toward me and then noticed my wedding ring. She seemed a little surprised and it was easy to follow her gaze to it. "Interesting; you're married?"

I glanced at Maddie and then went back to Maggie. "Um, no. I'm, um," there was no way around this in front of Maddie; "actually I'm a widower."

Maggie's eyes went wide for a second. Maddie looked confused. "What's that, mommy?"

Maggie turned to her daughter. "That means that his wife died and went to heaven, like Uncle Mark."

"Oh." She looked at me intensely. "Do you have any kids?" 

I could never understand how kids got from one thought to the next, but it was always interesting. "Yes, I do. I have a daughter. She's 18 years old and just started college."

"Oh." She appeared a little crestfallen, thinking she might have a playmate, I guess.

Just then Mary reappeared and handed Maggie her wine. "Here you go. How are you guys getting along?"

Maddie spoke immediately, 6 year olds having no filter. "Aunt Mary, did you know that Mr. Jackson's wife died?"

"Yes, dear, I did. It was almost a year ago."

Maggie again looked down at my ring and raised her eyebrows a little. I answered her question before she asked. "It's a tribute to Marie, my wife. I promised myself that I'd wear it for a year after her death."

Maggie stared at me more intently over the top of her wine glass as she took a sip. 

Mary decided to change the subject. "Anyone want anything from the food table?"

Maggie stood up. "Sure, I'll go with you." They left me with Maddie and we continued to drink tea as she peppered me with questions about my daughter. I pulled out my wallet and was showing her a picture when the two women got back with some munchies. They both leaned over and looked at the picture as Maddie was holding my wallet.

"She's pretty." Maddie handed it back. 

"Thank you, Maddie. I think you are very pretty, too."

"Thank you." She went back to fiddling with her tea as Mary and Maggie put a plate on the table with some veggies, ranch dip, cheese, and crackers. 

We munched and talked about nothing important or in particular until it was time for the birthday celebration part of the party. Maggie stood and looked over at the group gathering around the food table. "Oh, god. Here we go. Another year older."

I stood up next to her. "And still beautiful."

She smiled at me. "Thanks, but I think you have an ulterior motive."

I looked at her in mock shock. "Who, me?" When I glanced at Mary, she winked at me.

"Mmm hmmm." Maggie grinned, gave Mary a knowing glance, and then walked toward the group standing around the food table where there was a birthday cake. Even if she hadn't been out much, she was still funny and could flirt.

They all sang Happy Birthday and Maggie opened a few token presents. Then her father told a funny story about her. I noticed that Mary stayed on the fringe of the gathering and wondered about her relationship with the rest of the family. So far I'd only seen her talk to Maggie and Maddie, nobody else. 

After Maggie cut the cake and everyone was having some, Mr. Bradford came over to talk to me. As he approached it looked like he thought that he was approaching a used car salesman. Several people were still hanging around while the kids went back to playing. It turned out to be a good thing that the kids disappeared.

"Mr. Jackson." He held out his hand and I shook it.

"Mr. Bradford."

"Tell me, what do you to Mr. Jackson?"

"Well, I'm a Project Manager and Database Engineer by trade. I just moved out here from Virginia and don't have a job yet, so I'm doing some computer research work for a private investigator friend of mine."

"Interesting. And you are a friend of Mary's?" He said it like he was disgusted that he had to talk to me and that he couldn't wait to get away from me. I was a little peeved by this.

"Yes, that's correct."

"Unfortunately, she's not the best judge of character, is she?" He eyed me when he said that and I took it as a direct insult. This guy didn't care at all about me. He was just trying to make a point about his daughter, Mary, and the type of people she hung around with.

"Better than some." He just looked at me as he took a drink of his beer. "But what do you care, Mr. Bradford? You seem to have forgotten that she's your daughter." I could see everyone getting quiet and some looked like they didn't want to be around for this.

He stared at me. "Pretty bold observation for a stranger."

"Sometimes being new means you see everything more clearly. Am I wrong?"

He glanced over at Mary and she looked at her shoes. Everyone else seemed to be waiting and holding their breath. "Mary made some very bad choices when she was young. I made it clear how I felt about that, so she knew what she was getting into."

"And there's no chance she can ever redeem herself, is that it? So the sins of our youth can never be overcome?"

"She's had her chances."

"Yeah, I bet." I put as much sarcasm as I could into that.

"I think it's time for you to leave Mr. Jackson."

I stared at him. "Yes, sir. I think it is. I don't think I can put up with the level of hypocrisy that exists in this house." Mr. Bradford glared at me and then I turned and strode for the house. I was just through the kitchen and heading for the front door when Mary caught up to me.

"John, wait!" Mary grabbed my arm to stop me. 

I stopped, but I was so angry that I yanked my arm out of her grasp and whirled around. "What?!"

She stood there, a little surprised at my show of anger. "I'm sorry about that." Maggie came up right behind her.

"Quit apologizing for your father. It's not your fault."

"I know, but I brought you here and he acted that way toward you only because I brought you."

"Absolutely right. He could have gotten to know me for who I am, not the kind he thought I was because I'm your friend, but he didn't."

"I know." Mary hung her head and Maggie put her arm around her.

"Mary went through a wild period and Dad has never forgiven her for that. He still treats her badly."

I stared at Mary. "And yet you continue to try to earn his approval, don't you?"

She looked at the floor and I saw a tear run down her cheek. I could see her start to tremble. Shit! Why did I have to say that? I took her in my arms and held her. She sobbed against my chest and Maggie put her arms around both of us. There was obviously a lot of emotion and history in this relationship.

I stepped back from the hug and held Mary by her shoulders. "Look. I'm sorry about what happened out there. I did the same thing at that party a couple of weeks ago. I don't know why. I used to be very accepting of people and able to control my anger, but, I don't know – suddenly I'm less accepting of anything that I feel is not right anymore. Sorry."

Mary moved in and hugged me again. Maggie just smiled. Mary looked up at me. "Okay, I'll try to explain it to my father. He wants to talk to me after the party, so I'll probably hear about it again. No problem, though. I'm used to it. Are you still going to leave?" She was close to me and motioned toward her sister with her eyes. Damn! After all that and she was still trying to play matchmaker.

"Yeah, I think so. I don't want to be here causing a major problem amongst the family."

"Okay. I've got to go to the bathroom. See you later." She leaned up and kissed me on the cheek then scampered toward the hallway leading to the bathroom. 

Maggie was still standing there looking at me. "Sorry about that Maggie. I didn't mean to spoil your birthday party."

She waved my comment away. "Don't worry about it. He deserved it. I wish I could be as forceful with him, but he's my father and I have a hard time with it."

"Anyway, tell Maddie I'm sorry that I had to leave without saying good-bye. She's an impressive little girl."




Starting Over Ch. 03



"She seemed very taken with you."

"I know. It's because I treated her like an adult. I had a daughter who was an only child and I know how important it is when you are an only child to feel like you are part of the group, even if they are all adults."

"Well, thank you for that. She'll probably be talking about you for a week."

I looked at Maggie and was very attracted to her. Mary was right about that, I did want to date this woman. "Now that you mention it, why don't you two come over for lunch tomorrow? I have a small balcony and can cook something on the grill, or I can make something else if that's not appealing. What do you say?"

She looked me over. "Well, I don't know. We usually have so much to do on Sunday." She paused. "However, since you didn't take shit from my father and my daughter and sister are obviously impressed by you, I guess we can do that." She gave me a little smile. "We can be there by about 1pm. Is that too late for lunch?"

"Not at all. I look forward to it." I reached for my phone. "Now give me your number and I'll text you all the information you need."

She gave me her number and I entered it into my cell. I then sent her a text with my address. When I was done I looked up and she was smiling at me. It was a good smile. Then I caught a glimpse of Mary peeking around the corner and giving me thumbs up.

"Okay, I have it. I look forward to it. The grilled food option sounds great."

"Anything you want me not to cook for Maddie?"

"No, I let her eat hot dogs and burgers occasionally. Whatever you want to do is fine."

"Good. See you tomorrow at one. Now make sure you tell Maddie good-bye for me. I really like her."

"Thanks. I'll tell her."

I left and was very happy about my date with two beautiful women. It put me in a good mood for the rest of the day, despite my dislike of Mr. Bradford and my inability to control my anger at him.

Sunday, 14  October 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.

I had just finished preparing everything and was waiting for the doorbell to ring. I had an aluminum foil bowl with the salmon ready. I had already applied some lemon and butter and seasoning. I also had a few hot dogs and some marinated chicken ready. Since I wasn't going to cook immediately, I put out some chips and salsa and some crackers and cheese. Maddie had seemed to like cheese yesterday. I also had a small birthday cake as a surprise for Maggie. It was a lot of food, but whatever we didn't eat would make for good leftovers.

At 12:50, Mary called and told me she had to go to work at 3pm at the bar. I invited her to join us and at first she said she would just get in the way, but then I reminded her that we would have a 6-year old chaperone so she agreed to join us.

Finally, at about 1:15, Maggie and Maddie arrived. They were both wearing jeans and a nice t-shirt. And boy did Maggie's butt fill out those jeans. It was a nice, tight, bubble-butt. Maddie was cute as a button with her hair in curls and carrying a small Winnie-the-Pooh bear. Interesting. Maggie gave me a peck on the cheek and Maddie gave me a hug. 

We made small talk and noshed on the appetizers for a couple of minutes and then Mary showed up. Maddie obviously loved her aunt and godmother as she rushed into her arms for a big hug. I then started up the grill and we all had a beer (root beer for Maddie) while I cooked and we chatted. They asked questions about my history and my time in the Army. I told some funny stories about it, but we got very little out of Maggie. I finished cooking and we finished eating about 3pm. It was delicious. The chicken was nice and moist, the hot dogs were good, and the salmon was excellent. The side dishes I had purchased were potato salad, a pasta salad, and a green salad. Everyone ate well. Mary had to rush off to work and then I decided to introduce Maddie to my Winnie-the-Pooh. 

When my wife had her first surgery for the cancer, my daughter and I had been in the hospital gift shop purchasing a couple of little things when she spotted a very large Winnie-the-Pooh. My wife had loved those stories when she was young and still had her original books from when she was a kid, which she had used to introduce our daughter to the series. So we bought it. When you held it up on its legs, it was about 27" tall.

"Maggie, Maddie, I haven't shown you the entire apartment, so let me show you around." We had spent all our time in my living/dining room and kitchen so I showed them the bedroom. Then I led them to the door to the other side.  "And this is the other half of the apartment." We entered and now they saw that I had some room. I showed them the living area, which was a mirror image of the one we had been in all day, and then led them toward the bedroom. "Now, before we go in here, I need to tell you something." I looked down at Maddie. "There are some stuffed animals in here that belong to my daughter and they are probably lonely, so feel free to play with them, okay?" She nodded gleefully and Maggie chuckled. I opened the door. 

I knew that there were lots of my daughter's extra animals in here. She had kept some of her favorites to take to college, but still packed some up to go on her bed out here. There was also a small child's rocker that we had had for years from when she was little. It was at the foot of the bed, facing the door and sitting in it was the large Pooh bear. Maddie's eyes went wide and then she squealed. "Pooh!" She exclaimed as she ran over to the bear. "Can I pick it up?"

"You can play with it all you want when you are here, sweetie."

"Yea!" She grabbed it and picked it up to give it a big hug.

Maggie smiled, punched me in the arm, and said quietly. "You are evil, you know that?" I grinned. "You know she's going to want to come over here a lot to see that bear."

I smiled at Maggie and put on my innocent face. "And what would be wrong with that?"

"You're a real smartass!"

"True. But I'm also a good guy."

She looked at me for a few seconds. "Yeah, maybe. C'mon, let's go back to the other side."

We made our way back and Maddie looked up at me. "You can bring Pooh back with you."

She grinned and raced into the other room, almost tripping in her hurry to carry the large bear.

We all went back in there and sat. We had a couple of more drinks and I suddenly noticed that Maddie was yawning. I turned to Maggie. "Does Maddie need a nap?"

She looked at her daughter. "Yeah, she's probably worn out. She was up late and up early. I'd better get her home."

"Why don't you put her in the bed next door? She can sleep there and we can continue to visit."

She looked at me funny and then got up. "Maddie, honey, it's time for a nap."

"But, Mommy...", she began.

"It's okay, honey. Mr. Jackson is going to let you sleep in the bed with all the stuffed animals and Pooh, okay?"

Maddie looked at me with joy on her face. "Okay." She was definitely pretty agreeable for a six year old. Maddie got up and Maggie took her to the other apartment. I busied myself cleaning up a few things and it was about 15 minutes before she came back. 

"She's already out. She was exhausted. She also wouldn't let go of Pooh."

"That's fine." I looked at her. "Another drink?"

Maggie looked at me for a few seconds and I started to get nervous.

"No, I don't want anything else that might dull my senses." And with that, she walked up to me and kissed me. It wasn't a quick thank-you kiss. It was a horny, I need to get laid kiss. When she stepped back she looked up at me. I could see some hesitation in her eyes.

I took her in my arms and kissed her hard and she returned it. She was as hungry for sex as I was, at least I thought so. "Shall we make use of my bed while Maddie sleeps?"

She stared at me for a few seconds. "Ummm, sure."

"You seem a little hesitant."

"I know. Look, I think you are a great guy," she looked down at her hands "and I haven't had sex with a man in a year." She suddenly looked at me with something approaching fear or trepidation at this. "Are you sure?"

I grinned and pulled her to me. "Do I look stupid? Of course I want to make love to a beautiful woman."

I took her hand and led her into my bedroom. We kissed hard there, tongues fencing, and hands exploring. Finally, she broke it off and looked up at me. "Please, do it now."

I grinned and went to work much like I had done Mary. I started by slowly undressing her and kissing each part of her body as it came into view. Her tits were about a nice B-cup and I kissed the freckled tops after I removed her shirt. She ran her hands through my hair as I did that and I reached around and flipped open the clasp of her bra with just my left hand.

Her eyes widened. "That was slick."

I grinned as I slowly took the bra off. "The result of a wasted youth." 

Then I bent over and kissed each nipple wetly. She continued to run her hands through my hair. If only I had more. I kept it short and I think I was starting to lose it. Oh well, I had this goddess in my bedroom and that was all that mattered. I knelt and unbuttoned her jeans. We worked together to remove them and then I reached up to grasp the sides of a very brief thong. It was barely opaque enough to hide her charms and I smiled up at her as I started to pull it down. She smiled back and I think she actually blushed. I got them down and was staring at another shaved Bradford pussy. Damn! I decided that I loved shaved pussies. I could really see and feel the texture of the skin and enjoyed eating pussy, so it was great.

I stood and moved her toward the bed. I sat her down there and then let her watch as I got undressed. She noticed the scar from my bullet wound immediately. She looked up at me as she raised her hand, but stopped before touching it, wordlessly asking for permission. I nodded. She moved her hand over it, feeling the texture and the scar tissue. "Is this what I think it is?"

I nodded. "Yes, it's from a bullet wound I got in Afghanistan."

She continued to run her hand over it. "Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore."

She stood up as I removed my pants and boxers. When I was naked she leaned over and kissed my scar. Many people had been saying "thank you for your service" when I was out somewhere and they realized I was a vet. But Maggie kissed my scar, said "thank you for your service" and grabbed my very hard dick. This was the best thanks I had ever received for my service. The very best.

We then rolled onto the bed and made out like teenagers, feeling each other's body parts. Her nipples were sensitive and her pussy immediately wet. She pulled back and looked into my eyes and said only one word. "Now." I grabbed a condom from the bedside table and rolled it on. I climbed on top of her and she grabbed my dick, aiming it toward her wet opening. I pushed in slowly and she moaned. I think I moaned, too. She was so damn tight for a 36-year old mother.

And then we slowly fucked in the missionary position. It was probably the first time in a long time that I had had sex so slowly and passionately. Maggie came three times and I finally reached my own orgasm.

As we lay there in the afterglow, Maggie cuddled up to me. "That was nice."

I chuckled. "Nice?"

She rose up and little and I saw her get this teasing grin. "Okay, it was better than I've had in at least a year."

I laughed. "You're a smartass, too, aren't you?"

She grinned and put her head back on my chest. "Takes one to know one."

She put her head back on my shoulder. "Thank you. I'm so out of practice with dating and sex that I had forgotten how nice it is. But I guess you are out there sowing your wild oats again, eh?"

"Yeah, that's right. Counting you I'm up to two women after 20 years with my wife. I'm really out there getting some." She just grinned and I got more serious. "Should we be worried about Maddie?"

She sighed. "Damn. I was hoping to lay here and enjoy my first fucking in a long time and you have to remind me I have responsibilities." She rose up and kissed me. "Just kidding. I was thinking the same thing."

Maggie got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I smiled. She appeared to be a good woman, had a great kid, and was just in my bed. That was a pretty good thing. Plus she just said "fuck". First time I had heard her swear. 

She came out of the bathroom and got dressed. "C'mon. You have to be up, too."

I got up and got dressed and she went in and checked on Maddie. She came back. "Still sleeping. I think I'll let her sleep for another half hour."

"Would you like something to eat or drink?"

She considered that for a second. "Just water for now. I don't think I want any more alcohol."

I got her a glass of water and her cell rang. She picked it up and looked at me as she rolled her eyes. "Hi, Mary. [pause] Yes, everything is fine. [pause] I'm not going to say anything about that. [pause with chuckling and eye-rolling] No, I'm not saying that I had sex with him. [pause] I didn't say that either. [pause] Okay, I have to go, he's coming back and I don't want him to hear me talking to my sister about my sex life. [pause and she blew me a kiss] Okay, talk to you tomorrow. [pause] Don't call me that you slut!" She cut off the call and laughed. "Oh, man, you are going to get the third degree from my sister asking about whether or not we had sex and how it was, etc., etc."

I sat down next to her. "I'll just tell her the truth."

Her head turned quickly and she eyed me suspiciously. "What?"

"Yeah. I'll pop over to her bar after you guys leave and tell her that her sister is easy."

"Asshole!" Maggie slapped me on the arm, but grinned.

"Yeah, a few frilly words and you were counting ceiling tiles."

Maggie laughed. "I know that line. That's from the movie Roxanne."

I finished chuckling as she got that reference, then I turned to her and got a little more serious. "Okay, all joking aside, how do you want me to play it?"

She sighed. "Well, she's definitely going to figure out we had sex, so just tell her that I was fantastic, your best lover ever, and all that stuff."

"Oh, you want me to lie."

"Hey!" My shoulder got slapped again. Then she looked at me closely. "I'm glad we can joke around about this a little. I hate it when everything is so serious that you resort to a deafening silence."

I smiled. "Yes, but are we just covering up our real feelings and insecurities?"

She stared at me. "Are you trying to make me uncomfortable now? You know I already feel kind of slutty since I did this and it wasn't even after an official first date." Then she leaned in and hugged me. Whew! That comment had me a little worried at first.

"Of course not. I want you to be comfortable here – and in my bed."

"Men. Always thinking of their penis, or at least on behalf of it."

I grinned. "That's from something, too, right?"

"Yes, I believe so, but I can't remember where. I just knew when I heard it that it was the truest statement I ever heard."

"Ouch! That hurt!"

She looked up at me. "Is it not true?"

"Well – for most men, maybe, but not all the guys I know are like that."

"What about you?"

I pushed her away a little and looked down at my crotch. "Just a second. I need to confer with my buddy before I answer."

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, this conversation is getting weird. I need to get Maddie up and get her home. She has school tomorrow."

We went in and woke Maddie. She was such a good kid. She didn't try to take any of my daughter's stuffed animals and didn't hold on to the Pooh like she wouldn't let it go. In fact, she quietly and politely rearranged all the animals on the bed and put Pooh back in the child's rocking chair. She looked up at me and her mother. "Pooh likes the rocking chair. He'll wait for me there."

Maggie smiled. "Are you coming back?"

Maddie looked from me to her mother. Now she showed a little trepidation at leaving the beloved Pooh. "Aren't we, mommy?"

Maggie looked over at me and I just gave her a cheesy grin. "Yes, honey, we can come back," she turned to me, "just to visit Pooh."

I gave her a little pout and we left the room. At the front door, I hesitated, not knowing how to say good-bye to someone I just slept with after one little lunch while her young daughter stood there. Maggie knew it immediately and leaned over and kissed me quickly. "Thank you for a wonderful day, John." She turned to Maddie. "What do you say Maddie?"

Maddie came up to me and put her arms up like she wanted to be picked up. I picked her up. 

"Thank you Mr. Jackson." She gave me a hug and kissed me on the cheek. That got a raised eyebrow from Maggie and I was a little surprised, too. I put her down and she scampered out the door. 

Maggie watched her turn the corner and then kissed me hard on the lips. "Yes, thank you, Mr. Jackson." Then she grinned and ran after her daughter who was probably already out the door. 

I closed the door and smiled, pretty satisfied with life right now. I really liked Maggie and Maddie. They were both so beautiful. 

 To be continued...



Starting Over Ch. 04



 In this chapter I will try some new things for me, so I hope you enjoy it. I only have one more chapter planned right now.

Main Characters:

LTC (Retired) John Jackson, 5'11", 180, 45 years old.

Marie Jackson, John's dead wife, 5'8", 140, 44 years old.

Angelica Jackson, John and Marie's daughter, 5'5", 125, 19 years old.

Mary Bradford, bartender, 5'5", 120, 34 years old.

Margaret (Maggie) Bradford, Mary's sister, 5'6", 115, 36 years old.

Madeleine (Maddie) Bradford, Maggie's daughter, 6 years old.

Juliet Margolin, waitress, 5'4", 145, 24 years old.

Samantha (Sam) Walker, 5'6", 130 pounds, 39 years old.

Joyce Walker, Sam's daughter, 5'4", 120 pounds, 19 years old.

Marion Walker, Sam's daughter, 5'4", 115 pounds, 17 years old.

SFC (Retired) Craig Smithson, 6', 190, 46 years old.

Jeanne (aka Jasmine) Welch, 5'5", 110, 20 years old.

Previously:

I had just finished having sex with Maggie for the first time. She was playful and I liked the playfulness of the Bradford women. If only their father had any of that. She had put her daughter down for a nap while we did the deed and they had just left. I was feeling pretty satisfied and decided to go to Mary's bar and watch football.

Sunday, 14 October 2012, The bar, Seattle, Washington.

When I got to the bar Sunday Night Football was on. It was on all the screens and I bellied up to my favorite spot at the end of the bar. Juliet was working, too, and waved. Mary saw me and smiled. She started the Guinness right away and then came over.

"So, you and my sister?"

I gave her my most innocent 'Who, me?' look. "What do you mean?"

"C'mon, I could tell something had happened between you two by the way she answered me. She and I have always been close, so I know something happened."

"Well, it was a bit difficult with Maddie there, but we did make out a little."

"Just a little?" She was such a tease.

"Like I said, having Maddie made it pretty difficult."

She eyed me suspiciously. "Hmmm. I'll call her and wrangle the truth out of her."

"That is the truth. What else do you want to know?"

"I want to know if you nailed your second Bradford sister." I just looked at her, trying to give away nothing. "Well?"

I looked back at her with the most offended look I could put on without laughing. "How crude! I detest the word 'nailed' and I'm not going after the Bradford's like I need to collect the whole set."

Mary eyed me suspiciously. "Hmmm. I think you like her and want her."

I chuckled and shook my head side-to-side. "Mary, I really had fun with your sister and her daughter. She seems to be a great person and Maddie is adorable. She reminds me of my own daughter at that age. I think you just like being the matchmaker."

She grinned. "Maybe." Her smile vanished and Mary seemed to get a little more serious. "Did she tell you anything about her husband?"

"No. Do I want to hear this from you or should I wait for her to tell me?"

Mary shrugged. "She was single until she was 24. Then she took a real liking to one of daddy's brokers, Jonathon. He didn't want to be called anything except his full name. He was a real asshole, completely self-serving, and took advantage of Maggie."

"In what way?"

"He took advantage of her innocence. Up until then she had had some experience with men, but nothing like him. After they were married, he abused her psychologically by calling her names, telling her she was fat or out of shape, and just denigrating anything she did or wanted to do. When they had Maddie, I hoped that things were getting better, but Maggie later admitted to me that she had a baby just because she wanted someone to love her unconditionally. Finally, he hit her a few times. That was it. She showed up at mom and dad's house one day with just what she and Maddie could carry and a black eye. That was three years ago. I don't think she's seen a man since."

"Yeah, that's not good."

"I only introduced you because I know you are a good guy. I could tell from the beginning, but now, after knowing you for a few weeks, I'm sure of it. I'm a good judge of character."

I eyed her suspiciously. "Yeah, I can tell by your choice of boyfriends."

"Hey!" She grinned. "Okay, so I sometimes ignore what my head is telling me for my libido."

I stared at her. "Are you sure you're not a guy?"

She laughed. "I don't know, aren't you sure?" She cupped her crotch like a guy and I rolled my eyes.

"Pretty damn sure."

"Good." And with that she went to attend to some other patrons and I was left there to contemplate where this was going. It could be great, but it could also be a train wreck. I didn't really know if the relationship with her ex had caused Maggie any lasting problems. I had known her too short a time.

I finished a couple of beers and then called it a night. I was tired.

Monday, 22 October 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.

I was busy as hell the week after having lunch with Maggie and Maddie Bradford. I continued to do some interviews with some companies for a job as a project manager or database engineer, but to no avail. So I kept working for Craig Smithson. I did some online research on some people. I even went out and did some checking on some alibis for a couple of folks. Since Craig's brother was a detective, he got regular work from some prosecutors when their office investigator was overly busy. I had talked to Maggie once, but she was busy all last weekend. I was watching Sports Center at about 1000 when there was a knock at the door. It startled me and I got my gun out just in case. I went to the door and looked through the peephole. It was Maggie. I put the gun behind a large plant on the table near the door and opened it.

Maggie was standing there in tight jeans and a t-shirt. She looked edible. "Good morning, beautiful!"

She actually blushed a little. "Good morning, John."

As she walked in I got a good look at her tight ass in those tight jeans. It was a crotch-tightening sight. "You look fantastic today."

She looked at me a little askance. "You don't have to pour it on. We've already had sex so you can be honest."

I looked at her confused. "What do you mean?" I hadn't seen much of this type of attitude the last time she was here, but the discussion with Mary had at least given me a warning.

"You don't have to keep laying on the complements. I'm a big girl; I know I'm not the perfect woman. I tried to be brave last time, but I was afraid that after your conquest you wouldn't want to see me again. I know that once men get sex from a woman their whole outlook changes."

It was my first glimpse into the kind of impact the men in her life had had in mentally beating her up. I reached out and took her hand. "Come with me." I led her into my bedroom where there was a full length mirror. I stood her in front of it. "What do you see?"

She looked and sighed heavily, her shoulders drooping. "I see a single mother who is having trouble raising her daughter, with bags under her eyes, wrinkles forming on her face, and a body that has seen better days." She looked at me in the mirror. "Satisfied?" She dropped her head.

"You are so wrong. You see all that because you want to see it and because too many people have run you down. Now, let me tell you what the normal man sees." I put my hand under her chin and held her head up so she had to look into my eyes in the reflection. I also pushed back on her shoulders to indicate I wanted her to stand up straight. "He sees a woman with great bones in her face. She has mesmerizing blue eyes, great skin, a comforting smile, and gorgeous blonde tresses." I moved my hand down to her waist. "When he looks at your body, he sees a lithe, sensual person. Your hips are not wide, but you have them, your waist is narrow and your breasts are the perfect size for your frame. You have, in other words, a very sexy and physically appealing shape." I took her and turned her to the side. "And look at this." I ran my hands down over her ass and squeezed a little. "A cute little bubble butt. Every man I know would love to watch you walk away from them because then they would see the nicest, tightest butt in Seattle. I know every time you walk by me, I take a good look."

Maggie turned to me and I could see a tear forming in one eye, threatening to make her mascara run. I thought she was going to say something about my description, but she suddenly reached up behind my head with her left hand and pulled me down into a kiss. This was not just any kiss, this one was making the crotch in my pants even tighter and I thought she was going to suck my tongue out of my mouth. We kissed like that for a minute or so and then she pulled back. She looked up at me with a little wistfulness. "Why couldn't I have met you first?"

I grinned. "Because then you would have been seducing a married man."

She smacked me on the arm. "You know what I mean."

"Yes, I do. Some men in your life have really done a number on you, Maggie. You are a beautiful, sexy woman, and any man who says different is gay or blind. No, I take that back, gay men still know when a woman is beautiful and sexy."

Maggie reached down and started undoing her jeans. "You really mean all that?"

I reached over and took her hand and put it on my erection. "What do you think?"

She grinned. "I think I'm gonna get fucked."

I pulled my head back in surprise. She was turning into the playful Maggie and also talking dirty. "Are you turning into a potty-mouth?"

She grinned wider, but looked a little unsure. "A little. Do you like it?"

"Absolutely."

"I've been reading romance novels and some erotica, too. That's how I've been keeping myself company."

"You mean you've been taking care of yourself." I accented the last four words to highlight the double meaning.

She blushed and looked at me sheepishly. "Uh, yes. In the absence of a man in my life I had to take matters into my own hands -- so to speak."

I moved in and kissed her hard. "Yes, you are going to get fucked, and you're going to love it. There's no little girl in the next room now, so you can be dirty, vocal, and loud. I don't mind. In fact, it's actually an ego boost to a man when the woman gets noisy."

"Figures. Men need more ego-stroking than dick-stroking." 

"Ummm. I'm not sure that that's true. But we do enjoy all forms of stroking."

Maggie finished undressing quickly and I was not far behind. She climbed into the bed and gave me a smoldering look. God, this woman was hot when she wanted to be. She smiled and ran her hands over her body. "Are you going to prove to me what you just said?" She was completely different from the woman who entered my apartment 15 minutes ago.

I crawled up next to her. "As many times as physically possible."

She grinned and we went into another clinch, kissing hard, tongues fencing, our hands finding each other's erogenous zones. When I lightly pinched her tits she broke the kiss and moaned. "Please, fuck me now. I've actually been wet most of the morning trying to figure out if I should come here or not."

I crawled up over her and centered my dick. I slowly worked it in and she threw her head back and groaned. Her shaved pussy was delectable and still very tight. It took me a couple of thrusts to pick up enough moisture to get it all the way in. Once I was buried, she put her legs up around my waist. "Why would you not have wanted to come here?"

She looked at me quickly and I could see something approaching fear pass over her face. She put her head back down. She seemed to be trying to determine if she should tell me. Finally, she did. "Because I have had bad taste in men in the past and you scare me." She looked up at me again as I slowly began to move in and out. "I'm afraid you'll think I'm pushy or trying to capture you. I don't want to scare you off by coming on too strong and I also am afraid that I will fall for you and you'll turn out to be some sort of asshole."

"Well, I don't think you are pushy, but if I don't want to be captured, I won't be. And I don't know why you said that since we've only known each other a couple of weeks. It's a little early, don't you think?" I started a little faster rhythm, dragging my dick all the way out and pushing all the way in.

"Uh!" She grunted each time I bottomed out. "What -- about -- the -- asshole -- part." Each word was punctuated by a small release of air and the speaking of each word, timed at the point where I thrust deep into her.

"Maybe I am. In that case, you can just use me for your fuck toy."

She grinned. "I'm already doing that."

We then stopped discussing anything other than the actual sex act. Maggie really got into it and I could tell that, like Mary, she loved sex. She had just controlled her urges more from the way everyone talked about the two of them. I watched as her excitement ran over her face. She would smile at me and then close her eyes and concentrate on the enjoyment her nerve endings were sending to her brain. I slow stroked her and her body was very responsive. She humped back up at me, her pubic bone and mine coming together and stimulating her clit. Her nipples were at attention and I would lean over and suck on them occasionally and she loved that, too. We thrashed and made the hump-backed animal until I filled her with cum. She had two orgasms and seemed to love them, but her talking died away as she got into it so she was not noisy at all. When we finished I moved off her and we lay there recovering. Maggie was flat on her back and I was on my side, slowly running my hand over her very flat stomach. She really was in excellent shape.

"That feels good." Maggie was purring as I rubbed her belly.

"You are in very good shape. You deserve to relax and enjoy life a little, so I'm trying to help with that."

"I certainly enjoyed that. It's been since my husband left that I've had sex more than once with anyone."

"That's a lonely existence."

"Welcome to the life of a single mother with a daughter who is living with her parents."

"Why do you live at home? Why not somewhere else? Isn't he providing child support? And you said you were doing part-time teaching until you got a permanent job."

"When he first left, I was a mess and I needed the help, not financially, just the day-to-day psychological support you get from people that love you. My parents, really my entire family, rallied around me and when my mother told me I could live at home I figured I would until I got a permanent job. Jack pays decent alimony and child support. I've just been too lazy to get out on my own. And grandparents really do make the best babysitters."

I left that alone. I wanted to say that maybe she was hiding because her self-esteem was so low, but I was afraid to even broach it. Finally, I leaned over and kissed her. "I don't know about you, but I'm getting hungry."

She smiled. I loved her smile. "Good idea. After we eat, we'll be replenished enough for another round of sex." She stood up, still naked.

"What? Again? What are you, a nympho?" I stood up on the other side of the bed and we both started toward the bedroom door. 

Maggie laughed. "No, but I do have some lost time to make up for." She reached for her clothes before leaving the bedroom.

"It's pretty warm in here. Would you mind staying naked for me? I think that'll make it easier to make up for some of that lost time."

She grinned and seemed to be feeling better about herself. She seemed to hesitate only slightly before murmuring, "Okay". She went into the bathroom to clean up a little and then while I was standing there waiting, she bounced into the kitchen, and I do mean that everything bounced. 

We made some sandwiches and sat on the couch and watched some of the news. I had an old blanket that I had used as a cadet thrown over the back of the sofa, so we pulled it over ourselves and Maggie cuddled up to me with her head on my shoulder. I was thinking that maybe things were moving a little fast, but I did enjoy having her around. She could be a smart-ass as right back at me when I threw a barb her way, she was gorgeous, she was obviously a good mother, and she liked me. I was still worried about where it was going, but I decided to just relax and enjoy the day with her.

After a while Maggie started running her hands over my cock to awaken it for more fun. I grinned and let her until it was hard. Then I pulled the cover back and lightly pushed on her head. I wanted some head. She got the idea and leaned over to suck me. She was pretty good and knew how to give a blowjob while making it slow and sensuous. There was no hurry, that's for sure.

Finally, I pulled her up and pushed her back on the couch. She lay back and I took in the view. She seemed a little reticent to let me look her over, still wary of me, but I looked her over good. She was flushed across the top of her chest and neck. Her hair was mussed and her face glowed showing both good health and our recent exercise. Her tits were probably bordering on c-cup and the nipples were sensational. I had sucked on them before, but they were just so delicious that I had a hard time not diving in again. But I had other things in mind. I looked down at her crotch and her shaved pussy stared back at me. It was also swollen and flushed from both our earlier tryst and her new arousal. She watched me carefully and then I smiled. "Absolutely gorgeous." She grinned.

I crawled between her legs. Her pussy was still a little wet, but she assured me that she had washed herself. I was not fond of going down on a woman with my cum in her, but she said she had cleaned it and it had been over an hour, so I went to town. She thrashed and moaned and really let herself go. She seemed to have no reservations with being physical, regardless of her self-esteem issues.

Her pussy was very pink and extremely wet. I nibbled on the lips, licked the entire slit up to her clit, and gave her what she needed. I licked around her asshole and that made her tremble. I kept licking all the way up to her clit, which was making itself known, and that really got her going. I put a couple of fingers into her pussy, finding her g-spot, and then went to town on her clit. When I finished off her second orgasm by sucking and humming on her clit while two fingers rubbed her g-spot, I thought she was going to crush my head. She had obviously stayed in shape. I don't know if she just was active or the psychological trauma from being called fat by her husband was the motivator, but she definitely had strong legs.

After the second orgasm she was lying there like a limp wet dishtowel. I let her recover for a couple of minutes and then knelt between her legs and smiled at her, my cock pointing at her delicious pink cavern. She grinned back. "Go ahead; I'm certainly ready for it."

I looked down at where I was lining up the male and female ends of our sex. "Me, too."

As soon as I entered her, she smiled at me and pulled me down for a kiss. I slowly humped her and she held onto me by keeping an arm around my neck. "Don't worry about me," she whispered, "you already took care of that, just cum." 

But I continued to slowly and methodically fuck her. She was really starting to get into it and I was getting close. Her body was rocking every time I hit bottom. She stared at me with her mouth open, a little gasp occurring with each thrust. Her tits were bouncing with each thrust as well, so I tweaked her nipples as I fucked her. Finally, I reached down and started running my right thumb over her clit and within ten seconds she was thrashing again. It was enough for me. I went into a tight clinch, slammed into her, and pumped her with cum. Each time I needed to spurt I had the undeniable desire to pull back slightly and slam into her. It was a good one and it lasted a long time. When I was finally done, I almost collapsed on top of her. She ran her hands all over my back and was just humming as we relaxed.




Starting Over Ch. 04



"Mmmm. I like having sex with you." She purred this lightly into my ear and I had to grin.

I pulled back and looked down at her. "Yeah, and I guess you can tell I absolutely hated it."

She smiled and reached up to kiss me. "Yeah, you came so hard I thought you were going to bruise my pubic bone. You looked like you really hated that."

We got cleaned up and Maggie left. It was a Monday, but I needed a drink. I had no tasks from Craig, so I went to the bar at about 6pm. Mary was working. She grinned when she saw me and I rolled my eyes at her. She grinned even larger.

I sat down and she started the Guinness. She came over and leaned toward me. "My sister says that she was very satisfied when she left your place today."

I shook my head. "I guess there no secrets between you two, are there?"

"Nope. She also told me what you said about her when she was first got there and was feeling a little depressed. It was just what she needed to hear and you were amazing. Thanks for that."

"Well, she is a very beautiful woman, but I did have an ulterior motive." I gave Mary a big grin.

"Yes, and you achieved your objective."

"Achieved my objective? Have you been reading some of my military books, or what?"

Mary shrugged. "Just heard it on TV."

I shook my head and she went to finish off the Guinness. I had a couple of them and things got a little busy, so I left. There wasn't going to be much chance of talking to Mary that night and Juliet was not working. I went home and got some sleep.

Friday, 26 October 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.

It was about 3pm and I had just finished some work for Craig on researching some items for a client when there was a knock on the door. I peeked out and saw Maggie and Maddie. I had not seen Maggie since Monday, but we had talked every day. I opened the door and Maddie ran to my legs to hug them.

"Hello, Mr. Jackson."

"Hello, Maddie. How are you?"

She stepped back and Maggie gave me a side hug around her daughter. "I'm fine, Mr. Jackson. Can I go get Pooh?"

"Sure. He's been lonely lately."

"Goodie!" She rushed out.

Maggie gave me a kiss and grinned. "She's been talking about the big Pooh all week. I hope we're not interrupting anything."

"Not at all. Can I get you something to drink? What about Maddie?"

"Just water for us both will be fine."

We sat down and Maddie came back with the big Pooh and started playing like she was giving it drinks of her water and Maggie and I talked. She was doing well and was still doing some part time teaching. She had taught the third grade for three days and loved it. My phone rang and it was my daughter. I answered and told her that Maggie and Maddie were there. I had already told her about them and when I mentioned that they were there in a way that indicated my daughter knew about them, Maggie's eyebrows went up. I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders. I talked to my daughter for a couple of minutes and she updated me on her weekend plans and how things were in school. As soon as I hung up, Maggie grinned.

"So, you told your daughter about us."

"Sure. No secrets there."

She grinned. "None?"

I smiled. "Well, I don't provide details, but she does know that we've been intimate." I glanced over at Maddie and she didn't seem to understand that.

She looked a little shocked. "Your told your 18 year old daughter that?"

"Well, I talked about you and she asked. I'll never lie to my daughter."

She eyed me for a moment. "What did you say about us?"

"Well, I told her that this bartender friend of mine was playing matchmaker with her sister and I agreed to meet her. Then I said that she was nice looking and her daughter was adorable." I saw Maddie smile while she played. She really doesn't miss much, but she didn't say anything.

"Nice looking, huh? That's what you told her?"

"Not exactly."

"So you won't lie to her, but you'll lie to me?"

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, do you really want to know what I said? Are you sure?"

She looked at me closely. There was some apprehension there. I could tell she was not sure about this and that her problems with men in the past meant that she didn't feel that confident about this. But then she steeled herself. "Sure."

"Okay, I said that I met this beautiful, but somewhat damaged soul, and I really liked her. I wanted to get to know her more and that my daughter should be prepared to meet her over Christmas."

She eyed me closely. "Hmmm. I'm not sure how I feel about that."

"You said you wanted to know. And I think it's an accurate description."

Maggie finally had to come into the conversation. "Mr. Jackson, what's that mean about the damaged soul?"

I grinned. "That means that your mother has not had as much fun in her life as she should have."

Maggie looked at her mother and, while still on her knees because she had been playing with Pooh on the coffee table, knee walked over to her mother's legs. "Mommy, aren't you having enough fun?"

Maggie patted her daughter on the shoulder and leaned forward to look at her. "I'm having plenty of fun now that I have you sweetheart."

Maddie looked over at me and then back at her mother. She wasn't quite sure about all this. "Okay." She went back to Pooh.

I looked at Maggie. "So maybe we should go have some of that fun now, right?"

She looked at me a little askance. "What, now? Where?"

"Let's take Maddie down to the Space Needle and then walk around the Market."

She thought about it for a second and then turned to Maddie. "Honey, do you want to go down to the Space Needle and then to the Market?"

She stood up. "Is the Market that place with all the fish and little shops?"

"Yes, honey, it is. A lot of folks call it the Pike Place Market."

She started hopping a little bit on her feet. "Yes, mommy, let's go. I want to go there."

We all stood up and I grabbed a jacket and we went out. We had a blast and Maddie was indeed a very well behaved little girl. I was really enjoying my time with them. We stayed out until about 9pm and then Maggie took Maddie home and I stayed in my apartment reading. It had been a good day.

Three weeks later....

Friday, 16 November 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.

It had only been a month since I met Maggie and Maddie and I definitely enjoyed being with them. Maggie and her daughter had come over several times and Maddie was a darling; well-behaved, interested in everything, and sharp as a tack. Maggie would sometimes be the strong-willed person I expected and sometimes would show her insecurities. I was hoping she'd get over that, but was also a little afraid that if we didn't work out, it might exacerbate the problem.

Also during this time, I was trying to keep my workouts going and my daughter told me she had a boyfriend. Okay, so I know she's 18 going on 19, but I'm still her father and I couldn't help but be a little worried for her. She had never really had a serious boyfriend and I wasn't sure how this was going to work out. I knew she was not a virgin either, but I still worried about that, too. I wanted her to be safe and protected, but I couldn't do anything about it from 3000 miles away other than ask her to be careful.

I was working full time for Craig now, doing private investigation work. It was enough to keep me busy and in money so that I was not going to drain my savings. I was just doing a little better than breaking even, which was all I needed.

Thanksgiving was a week away and I was caught up in the invitation I had received from Maggie to join them at her parents' house for the holiday. I had forgotten about my earlier run-in with the drug dealing dirt bags. I would regret this before the end of the day.

It was about 3:30 and this was the time that Maggie and Maddie would stop by after they both got out of school. Maggie was substitute teaching this week and enjoying the kids. When they arrived Maggie gave me a quick hug and then let Maddie run and jump into my arms. This was a ritual with which she could not do without. She squealed when I lifted her high and then I put her down so she could go get the big Pooh. Maggie gave me a more serious kiss. 

I pulled back. "Mmmm. You taste good."

Maggie grinned. "Cherry lip balm."

Maddie ran back in with the Pooh. "Mommy, I forgot baby Pooh out in the car. Can I go get him, please?" She was trying to prove that she was a big girl and was always coming up with ways to show she could do things without an adult. 

"Okay, honey. Be careful and hurry back." Maggie handed the car keys to Maddie. She raced away.

I pulled Maggie into a hug. "So, how's my favorite sex toy?"

She grinned. "You mean your only sex toy, right?"

I gave her my standard smart ass response with plenty of sarcasm. "Yes, dear." 

Maggie started to say something to me when we heard a scream. It was a small child's scream; a little girl. It was Maddie.

The time from the end of the scream to reaction could have been measured in milliseconds. A mother instinctively knows her children's voices and reacts immediately to something like this. Maggie was out the door in a flash. I followed immediately behind her. On the way down we heard squealing tires as a car sped away. Those few moments were heart-stopping. When we got to the street, where Maggie's car was parked right in front of my apartment building, there was no sign of anyone. The car that had pulled away with squealing tires seemed to be an SUV heading west from my apartment building, but I couldn't be sure. Maggie's care keys were on the ground and it was obvious that Maddie had never reached the car. We frantically looked around her car and the immediate area. Maggie was frantic. I noticed the brown envelope on her windshield before she did. She was yelling Maddie's name and rushing back and forth. I did the same for a few seconds and then came back to the envelope. She looked at me.

"What are you doing? Where's my daughter! We have to call the police! I think that SUV took her!" 

I picked up the envelope. It had my name on it and I knew what it was immediately. I took a deep breath and steeled myself. I didn't have to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce who did this. Maggie stared at me as I opened it. There was a short note inside and a cell phone.

Dear asshole,

Bring $25,000 and a personal apology to me to get the girl back. I'll call you at 9pm today. No cops.

The Offended Party

Maggie ripped the note from my hand and read it. "What's going on? What does this mean? John, what the fuck is going on? Who has my daughter?"

I closed my eyes and took another deep breath. This was going to be bad. I tried to calmly explain to Maggie about the situation with the drug dealers with whom I had had a run in. I told her that I thought it was over, but that they obviously didn't believe so. I must have wounded their pride. Maggie was pretty good through most of it, but by the end she was sitting on the steps in front of my apartment sobbing and rocking back and forth. I called Craig and told him what was happening. He said he'd be here momentarily.

While waiting for Craig, Maggie called her father and he also said he'd be right here. I tried to hold Maggie, but she shrugged my attempt off and glared at me, while tears continued to roll down her face. This is what I was afraid of. She was going to blame me for this. Hell, she was probably right. It was my fault. I was an idiot for thinking that these drug dealing assholes would just go away. They were just waiting for things to cool down and then come after me -- only Maggie and Maddie got in the way.

After everyone arrived at almost the same time, there was no way to calm down a mother whose child had been kidnapped and that just ramped up the emotions of everyone else. Nothing substantive came out of the yelling, screaming, and crying that was going on. We had moved upstairs into my apartment and now there were all kinds of discussions, none of which appeared to be productive. Finally, Mr. Bradford came over, glaring at me.

"So, what do you intend to do about this?"

I stared at him. I hated him in that moment, but he was right, it was my fault and it was my decision about what to do. I looked at my watch. It was now 7:30. "I'm going to tell them that I'll get the $25,000 on Monday and bring it to them." There really wasn't any other choice.

"I can't bear the thought of Maddie being with them for the weekend." He was actually appearing more human now.

I thought about it. Maybe he would like to help. "If you have $25,000 cash laying around that you can get your hands on this weekend, then I can do it tomorrow. You loan me the money and I'll pay it back next week."

He looked at me a little askance. "You think you will be around next week?"

I took a deep breath. He knew exactly what was going on here. "That remains to be seen."

He stared at me and then pulled out his phone. He called someone named Frank and asked him to meet him in the office in 20 minutes. He turned to me. "I'll be back in an hour with the money." Then he turned and left. 

I was a little shocked at this turn of events. He was actually helping. Of course he was. It was his granddaughter that was in trouble. I wondered if he would have reacted that way if it was Mary, the black sheep.

The ladies were all together and commiserating with each other so Craig came over. He pulled me into the next room. "I have three buddies from Ft. Lewis who will be here in 30 minutes. They left just after I headed over here. They are young, single Rangers. I served with them before and they said they would do anything they could when I told them about Maddie. They're idealists with a strong sense of reality."

I stared at him. "They reacted that fast?"

"They are all experts, they are bored, and they hate drug dealers. They owe me and they'll do whatever we want. They also have excellent private weapons since they are all hunters. We'll have two excellent shooters here in a short time and the other is not bad."

I thought about it. "Okay, but we will have to work out how to employ them very carefully."

"Right." Obviously, while I was working with distraught people, Craig had been thinking about this. "Okay, look, we can't finalize anything until he names a place. But if we come up with one that he considers neutral, maybe we can control a few things. For instance, we can get good vantage points for a couple of shooters and some clear fields of fire for them on anyone he brings along. In any case, two can be shooters and the third can take out anyone they try to put into position like we are doing. I think we need to see if we can name the place, but if we can't, then we have to work on how to do it on his turf, which could be bad. Do you think you can get him to go do a neutral place?"

"Maybe." I thought it over. "I think I can get him to do that by appealing to his machismo. I'll call him out and see how it works."

"Okay, but if you can't we'll need some time to reconnoiter his location. So if you want to do a location that we pick, let's check out some things on the net." I was glad he was there so that I could focus with him on a logical approach to things and keep out of the emotions flowing on the other side of the room.

Craig and I went over to my computer and he brought up several locations and we discussed the advantages and disadvantages they gave us. We used both regular mapping and Google maps. We both felt that first priority went to protecting Maddie. After that, it was protecting me. Then finally, the last priority, but certainly not the least, was taking out at least the leader and letting the drug trade find another one the hard way.

It was 8:30 by the time we finished and Mr. Bradford came back in. The ladies all rushed to him and he pushed them away and came towards me. He handed me a leather satchel and nodded. I didn't open it. He went over and consoled his wife and daughter and Maggie wouldn't look at me. Craig noticed and he grabbed me by the arm and turned me away from her.

"Don't worry about that right now. Nothing can be done about that until we get the girl back. Focus on that for now." 

I understood what he was saying, but it was hard. I was falling in love with this slightly broken woman. I was hoping it wasn't my desire to 'fix' her or make her better. I didn't think so. She was just a highly attractive, intelligent, smart woman; a good mother; a great sex partner. Damn! Falling for her was not the best thing in the world for me, was it?

Craig's phone rang and he answered, walking away. He came back to me and told me the Rangers were here. I looked over at the Bradfords. Oh, well. They were going to find out anyway. I told him to have them come up.

When the Rangers entered the room, the atmosphere changed instantly. They were all about 6' tall and lean; hair cropped very close, and carrying what had to be rifle cases. Two were white, one black, and all three were wearing their serious, here-to-kick-some-ass faces. Craig met them at the door and shook their hands, then came over to introduce them to me. The Bradford family was watching closely. Each of them walked up to me and shook my hand, calling me 'Colonel Jackson' and then stood back and waited for me to say something. I motioned them all into my bedroom and told them I had to talk to the family of the missing girl. They all nodded and I could see the anger in their eyes. They had been raised and trained to protect those that could not protect themselves and were always pissed when someone took advantage of a child. Child molesters and kidnappers were the lowest of the scum in their eyes. I shared that view.

I went back into the living room and the air seemed to have chilled like an air conditioner was on high. I walked up to Mr. Bradford and Maggie, who still wouldn't look me in the eye. 

"Mr. Bradford, Maggie, my support team has arrived and we will be putting together a plan to make sure that we get your daughter back safe. I want you to know that our first priority is to get Maddie back safe. If you want to stay here, Maggie can show you the adjoining apartment, which is also mine. Do you need anything?"

Mr. Bradford seemed to be warming to me. "Maddie is the first priority, what's second?"

I looked directly at him. "Me."

He nodded and the others looked at me like I was crazy, except Maggie who looked like she would agree with anything to get her daughter back. "Look folks, this is the way things have to be. I will get Maddie back. Do not doubt it. Also, do not doubt that those young soldiers in there share my position. We abhor people who hurt, abuse, or use children. Please try to get some rest. We should be getting the phone call," I looked at my watch, "in about 5 minutes."

I turned to walk away and as I did I saw Mr. Bradford hold the women back, who obviously had plenty to say to me. Maybe he wasn't so bad. I also hoped my rah-rah speech had convinced them that things were really going to be all right. I certainly hoped so, but drug dealers are not easy to deal with and don't follow the rules of any convention.

I stood in the kitchen and stared at the throw away phone they had provided. It was on the counter. At precisely 9:02 it rang. I picked it up.

"Yes?"

"Hey, asshole, what's shaking?" He was such a smartass I couldn't see any way around killing him.

"Let me speak to Maddie."

"Now hold on..."

I cut him off. "We have nothing to discuss unless I can speak to her every time we contact each other."

I could hear the wheels turning in his head. He knew this would happen. Nobody negotiates for a person without knowing they were okay. Anyone who watched movies knew the phrase 'Proof of Life'.

"Just a second."

Suddenly, I heard Maddie's voice. She sounded pretty good. "Mr. Jackson?"

"Hey, Maddie." She sounded good enough that I put the phone on speaker. "We're all here and we are going to get you back tomorrow, okay?"




Starting Over Ch. 04



"Okay. Mommy?"

Maggie rushed over near the phone and started speaking. "Maddie, honey, are you okay? Is everything alright? They haven't hurt you, have they? They..." I shushed her by putting my hand in front of her mouth and her eyes shot daggers at me.

"I'm okay, Mommy. I just want to come home. How come I'm going to sleepover at this place?" They had obviously been trying to keep her calm by telling her lies about why she was there. 

Before Maggie could speak again I took the phone off speaker. "Maddie, just be patient. I'll be coming to get you tomorrow. Everything is going to be fine." Maggie was trying to get at the phone and her father was holding her back. I nodded to him. She was making too much noise, so I walked into my bedroom.

The icy tone of the head drug dealer returned. "Okay, that's enough. You just bring the money and apologize to me and my friends and everything will be fine."

"Don't worry; I have the money right now. I can bring it first thing in the morning. I suggest we do it someplace public."

"No, we do it at my location or not at all."

"What's the matter? You afraid I might get away? You afraid you won't get your chance to kick my ass personally?" I thought goading him in this manner might work.

"Fuck you, asshole. I just don't want you thinking that you can play any tricks on me."

"Then I'll give you several locations and you pick one."

"No, it's here or it's off."

I thought by poking at his desire to personally kick my ass that he'd fold, but he was smarter than that. I also had no leverage. "Okay, agreed. Where is it?" He gave me an address. I wrote it down and showed it to Craig. He gave me the thumbs up. He knew where it was and we could work with that. "Agreed. What time?"

"9am sharp." He hung up.

I went back into the other room and Maggie attacked me. She was calling me names and yelling about her daughter. I just took it while her father and Craig pulled her away from me. 

I directed everyone from the family into the other room. I told them to make themselves as comfortable as they could. Then I closed the door and turned to Craig and the three Rangers. I asked them for their first names. The two best shooters were Marty and Carl. The third guy, who was touted as the kind who could get into anything and take someone out quietly was Vernon. We sat down and Craig explained what he knew about the place. He also said that this guy was sloppy since he gave us the address the night before. He should have withheld it until the morning. He was probably just a cocky shit who knew nothing about strategy. He probably also assumed that we had our hands full with the family and could not call on assistance.

We went on Google maps and most of the area had been filmed, but the interior was still an unknown. It was a large warehouse in a line of warehouses, but we had no description of the inside. We figured that that was not his normal place of business. He wouldn't want to bring attention to it or burn his usable drug dealing location, but he either owned it or it was abandoned. Craig got on the phone to see if he could find that out this late. 

Marty and Carl said they had just been to the range with their rifles and everything should be perfect for them to get a shot pretty well exactly where they were aiming. Anything within 500 meters would be easy. After that it would be a little iffy to be too accurate if people were bunched up. We studied the place and figured there was nowhere in or around that building that would require a shot that long. We discussed whether or not I should take any weapons at all, but we figured it would be immediately lost when they frisked me. We went through the most common scenario.

I would approach the building and be watched. Once there, they would let me in the door after frisking me for wires and weapons. All I would be allowed to bring in was the money. Then there would probably be a location within the warehouse where the leader and Maddie would be. They would take me there for the exchange. We decided that if I took the money in initially we would lose leverage so we decided that I would leave that outside with someone and go in to make contact. I would ensure that Maddie was freed before the money was handed over. I would use myself as the collateral at that point. After that, we were unsure about what the leader's goal was. He was either predisposed to kill me or he just wanted to humiliate me and make a point. We figured that if he just wanted to humiliate me or make a point that he would probably just send a couple of guys to beat me up and put me in the hospital. So we settled on the fact that he planned to kill me. That gave us plenty of motivation, especially me, to make sure we had a very good plan. 

Since the guy made the mistake of giving us the location already, we decided it was time to check it out and put some more details in my plan to save my own skin as well as Maddie's. It was approaching midnight and the three Rangers gathered up their stuff and we left. We rode in Craig's SUV, a large Bronco. We stopped at a Subway and got them something to eat and I called my daughter to speak to her one more time. If things went south, I wanted to say bye, though I didn't tell her that. She was a night owl and was still up on the East Coast after being at a party. 

We decided we had to reconnoiter the location to see if we could pre-stage at least the two shooters. We got near the location and approached a neighboring warehouse from the rear. There were several warehouses all in a line here that shared a common roof. Marty and Carl were going to try to find a place to set up for the night. Vernon was also going to get set up. He wanted to find a good place to maybe eliminate some of the drug dealer's henchmen as we got closer to the rendezvous time. Vernon also reminded everyone to do slow movements. 

"Remember, quick movements really catch the eye. If you think someone can almost see you in the shadows, move very slowly to cover. The eye and the brain are immediately drawn to quick movement."

I grinned. Another military lesson that we never forgot.

We were able to get onto the roof of the neighboring building and make our way quietly to the building in question. The roof was flat and had a lot of items on it. There were air conditioner units, heat release pipes, and, fortunately for us, fire escape hatches. We found the fire escape hatch for this warehouse and started to open it. Vernon hissed at us and we all turned. He pulled a can of WD40 out of his backpack and gave us a big grin. He then sprayed any moving part on it. We cracked it open a little and there was just a momentary grinding noise and then it quieted down. Vernon just nodded his head at his smart action and smiled. We got the hatch all the way open and slowly crawled down inside. 

The warehouse was set up with two offices in the northwest corner and it was wide open the rest of the way around. The fire escape was in the southwest corner and there was some equipment stacked in a few locations around the warehouse, otherwise it was empty. It was good that the roof, the fire door, and everything else around us were quiet, because we saw movement in the end office. We could also hear some music or a TV playing in that room. We maintained our position for about 30 minutes to see if there were any roving patrols, or any other movement, but there were none. Vernon, dressed in black with very dark skin, and well camouflaged, made his way down a ladder to the floor. He made his way stealthily along the wall and toward the office. When he got there, he crouched below the right hand corner of the window closest to the wall and then leaned slowly up to take a long slow peek. He was in darkness and well hidden. He turned to us and held his hands up against the wall. He motioned that there were 3 people in the room. He then used sign language, which I didn't get and it turns out that he and Carl had deaf brothers and spoke sign language to each other a lot. Carl translated softly. 

"Three people. Girl is there. Two henchmen. Large, armed. Semi-automatics leaning against wall."

We all looked at each other. Did the leader really believe that we might not check this location out? We had snuck in, but had been ready for action at any time. Now it appeared that we could settle things tonight. Was there a trap? Craig and I looked at each other, both knowing what we were going to say. The Rangers knew it, too.

"Do we go now?" I whispered to Craig.

He looked around. "Better than in the morning." He called Carl and Marty close. "Carl, stay here and watch for others, but keep your weapon trained on that room. Marty, come with us to the floor. Stay back in the shadows and keep your weapon ready to shoot whoever comes out of that room, too." He turned to me. "It's your call, Colonel. Do you want to enter the room first or should I?" He held up a flash-bang grenade and grinned. Then he described what he wanted to do. "We'll have Marty drop something over where he'll be hiding and see if one of these assholes comes out. As soon as the door opens, we'll take him with a shot or let Vernon take him down. One of us will immediately toss the flash-bang into the room at the furthest point from the girl and then we'll enter. Leader goes left, next person right. We take the fucker down and get that little girl back."

I looked at Craig. These guys were going through a lot for me. I pointed to my chest. "I'll go first."

He nodded. He looked at Marty and Carl and they nodded. They looked at each other and Marty said 'left' and Carl said 'right'. Carl lay down on the small landing we were on and got into a good prone shooting position. The rest of us slowly made our way to the floor. Marty moved back into the far shadows and set up. Craig and I approached along the wall toward Vernon in a low crouch. When we got there, we told him the plan. He pulled out a long, serrated edge, hunting knife and nodded. He drew a plan on the floor of the office and where Maddie was. She was on a cot in the far, left corner. It was a great position for what we had in mind. We were ready.

Craig and I crawled along the wall, beneath the two windows that showed the office and got on the far side of the door. It opened outward, so it opened toward us. Vernon would need to get the guy coming out first, and then Craig and I would have to swing around the door to enter. Craig and I cocked our weapons as quietly as possible and I pulled the pin on the grenade, holding the handle down until we were ready. Craig waved at Marty and he managed to drop something that sounded like a tin can onto the floor. In that silent room, it echoed loudly. We could hear movement in the room and then the door opened.

It is said that all plans are only good until first contact and that was true here as well, but it worked in our favor. We had evaluated this situation like we were going up against professionals. But these were buffoons and they both decided to come out the door, the second guy carrying his weapon, but the first showing no sign of arms. Vernon was already moving at the first one when he saw the second one. Instead of killing the first one he quickly swiped the blade across the guy's large arm, sending blood flying and the guy to the floor and then tried to do the same to the second one. When the second one reacted a little quickly and pulled back, he missed. I started to stand up and shoot the guy, but Vernon dropped to the ground and yelled 'Go'. 

Evidently, these guys were a good team and worked together because the cavernous warehouse was suddenly rocked with the sound of two loud shots from the rifles almost simultaneously. The two guys went down, dead before they hit the ground. Obviously, the left and right directions between Marty and Carl was their way of deciding who had which individual when shooting.

I turned and handed the flash bang to Craig, who carefully took it so the safety handle was held down. I then scampered quickly around the dead bodies and into the room towards the far corner. Maddie was lying there on the cot, her hands tied in front of her, her ankle tied to the cot, and a gag in her mouth. Her eyes were wide, tears spilling out, and she was shaking. I took her in my arms and held her as I removed her gag. She didn't say anything, just burrowed into my chest and cried. Her little body was shaking from the hard sobs and my heart was breaking for her. Six years old and exposed to this. It was unthinkable.

Craig helped untie her other bonds as I continued to hold her. I told her how brave she was, how she had been so good, and tried to make her feel better and relaxed. She had wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist and was refusing to let go. I just sat there and waited for her to calm down. I heard Craig tell the others to remove the evidence and then I heard the sound of bodies being dragged across the floor outside. It was almost over.

A couple of minutes later Marty and Vernon came back and put the contents of the two guys pockets in two neat piles on the table. One had a cell phone. I looked at the two driver's licenses and then at Craig. He looked back and pointed to his watch. "It's 3:30. Do you want to wait for him?" We both knew who 'him' was.

I thought about it. "I would love to, but I need to get Maddie out of here and to her mother."

Craig nodded. "That's probably best." He looked at the others. They nodded.

Carl was smiling at Maddie. "You are such a brave girl. Very, very brave and smart." Maddie smiled at the compliment and hid her face in my chest.

I stood up with Maddie clinging to me like a barnacle. "We only have one vehicle."

Craig looked at the others. "Carl, why don't you drive Colonel Jackson and Maddie back to his place and come back immediately. We're going to stay for the big cheese. The colonel can come back after he reunites Maddie with her mother."

Carl nodded. "Roger that. Let's go Colonel."

We left and were back at my apartment at about 4am. I entered quietly, but Maggie was awake on the couch, head in her hands, and thinking about the worst case. When I entered she screamed and leaped the couch to run to us. Maddie finally released her grip on my neck and turned to her mother who grabbed her and held her in a return bear hug. They both cried and we woke the others because they came in, one by one, rubbing their eyes, but all gasping and smiling when they saw Maddie.

I turned to Mr. Bradford and pointed to the satchel on the floor. "Didn't need it."

He looked up at me. "Do I need to ask what happened to the perpetrators?"

"No."

"Do I want to know?"

"No."

He stared at me for a couple of seconds and then stuck out his hand. "Thank you for taking care of this so quickly."

I still felt responsible. "It was my fault; my problem to solve."

He looked at me closely, nodded, and went back to the group who were all touching and talking to Maddie. I went into my bedroom.

I let them have about 45 minutes to themselves, and then I came out of my room. I addressed them all, because they all looked up when I came in. "Okay, folks. You can stay or leave, your choice, but I have more work to do. I'll be back much later today."

They all just nodded and Mr. Bradford held my gaze for a couple of seconds. I started towards the door when a small missile barreled its way into my legs. I turned to Maddie and picked her up. 

"Thank you, Mr. Jackson." I got a very strong hug from her.

"You're welcome, Maddie." I put her down and she raced back to her mother. Maggie didn't say a word and barely looked at me.

When I got back to the warehouse it was 6:30am, I didn't see any problems out front, so that meant that the leader had probably shown up and been captured by Craig and the boys. I walked up toward the warehouse and Carl stepped out from behind a dumpster. He grinned. "We have him inside."

We walked over and he opened the door for me. We stepped inside. Craig, Marty, and Vernon were sitting on chairs, having more Subway when we entered. The leader, whose name I had never known, was sitting in the middle of them, facing backwards in a chair, tied over it with his chest pressed tightly up against the back. He looked up at me with anger and I just smiled. "It's a beautiful day, eh?"

He just glared at me and the others chuckled. I motioned to Vernon, the closest individual. "Remove his gag." He did so and the guy just continued to glare at me. "Nothing you want to say?"

He thought about that for a second and then spoke. "If you let me go, I promise to never intrude in your life again."

"Your promises don't mean anything to me. I only believe promises from people I trust."

He glanced around the room. "Then you're going to kill me?"

"Isn't that you had planned for me?"

"Probably. I hadn't made up my mind yet. I wanted to see how you reacted to my demands."

I looked around the room. As I got to each man with my eyes, he answered. Carl nodded, agreeing with killing him. Vernon agreed. Marty did, too. Craig, however, stood up and came over to me.

"You think you will be okay with that?" He spoke low and kept it between us.

I looked at him. "I don't know. The man is a menace to so many people its ridiculous. On top of that he personally threatened me and a 6 year old girl. You think we should let him live?"

Craig looked over at him. "I just don't like killing someone so coldly. Maybe there's another way out?"

"Like what?"

"We have him rat on somebody and we check out whether or not that's a good deal with my brother. Once he rats on someone, he won't stick around here. They'll kill him in an instant."

I thought about it. "Okay, ask him. But the deal is that we have to have access to all his monies and we'll let him keep half. The rest we get to use for others."

"Sounds good to me." Craig went over to the leader, who was looking a little frantic, but controlling his physical reaction pretty well. "What's your name?"

"Ken."

"Well, Ken, here's the deal. We have decided that you have one chance to live. If you lie to us, you die. We'll give you an overdose of your own product and leave you here. If, however, you give us the name of your supplier, we'll give you until tomorrow to get out of town with half your money. The other half stays with us. What do you think?"

"75%."

Craig stared at him for a second; shocked that Ken's first words were a bargaining of the amount of money he could keep. "50% take it or leave it."

Ken hesitated and Vernon came over with a large bag of what looked like heroin. I was not sure, but they were. He looked up at me. "Found it over in the office."

Ken suddenly perked up. "Okay, 50%. I have about $25 mil in some accounts and I can move half to wherever you guys want it. The man who is our major supplier is Jon J-O-N Yong Y-O-N-G. If you let me go, I'll get my half and get the hell out of here. Just give me until tomorrow noon before you tell the feds."

I looked over at him as Craig walked away, making a phone call. "It's going to be a little different than that. First, we get a computer over here so that we can have you transfer half the monies to another account. Then you can do whatever else you need to do to move your 50% somewhere. Then we drop you at the airport. As soon as we feel you are out of the country, we'll provide the name to the Feds."

He looked around. "Deal." He was suddenly much more relaxed and I was amazed at how easy this had been.

Craig was over by the door and jerked his head toward the outside. "Be right back." He was gone for a couple of minutes and then came back in with a laptop. "You should be able to do whatever you have to do on here." He set up the computer, logged in, and then went into the office to make another phone call on his cell. He shut the door so we couldn't hear.




Starting Over Ch. 05



 To all who have written me about this story. My original intention was to end it with this chapter and I have resolved this initial story line. I have had requests to continue it since people seem to find these characters enjoyable. I'll see if I can come up with some ideas on how to continue it. I can't say for sure. It took me about 4-5 months to get this story out because of the intrusion of real life. But I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to read, comment, and send me a message about this story. 

Main Characters:

LTC (Retired) John Jackson, 5'11", 180, 45 years old.

Marie Jackson, John's dead wife, 5'8", 140, 44 years old.

Angelica Jackson, John and Marie's daughter, 5'5", 125, 19 years old.

Mary Bradford, bartender, 5'5", 120, 34 years old.

Margaret (Maggie) Bradford, Mary's sister, 5'6", 115, 36 years old.

Madeleine (Maddie) Bradford, Maggie's daughter, 6 years old.

Juliet Margolin, waitress, 5'4", 145, 24 years old.

Samantha (Sam) Walker, 5'6", 130 pounds, 39 years old.

Joyce Walker, Sam's daughter, 5'4", 120 pounds, 19 years old.

Marion Walker, Sam's daughter, 5'4", 115 pounds, 17 years old.

SFC (Retired) Craig Smithson, 6', 190, 46 years old.

Jeanne (aka Jasmine) Welch, 5'5", 110, 20 years old

Olivia, 5'4", 120 pounds, 20 years old, called Livy

Previously:

We had just finished taking out a drug kingpin and his henchmen, who had kidnapped the daughter of the woman I had been dating. This was the weekend before Thanksgiving and I had originally been invited to the Bradford's for dinner. 

Wednesday, 21 November 2012, Dennis' apartment.

I had visited Mary Bradford at the bar across the street. Maggie was still having problems with the fact that my run-in with some drug dealers from a couple of months before had led to her daughter being kidnapped the previous weekend. I got her daughter back, but she was still upset and refused to see me or take my calls. I left the bar shortly after that. So now it was the day before Thanksgiving and I had nothing to do and nothing planned except for a visit to Craig's for Thanksgiving dinner. My daughter, who was in college back east, was not going to come out for Thanksgiving. It was too long a trip for a short weekend. She was going to come for Christmas and we were going to ski.

The coverage of a major drug ring bust was all over the news, and the local police took credit for it. There was no mention of the group that Craig and I had put together to take them down. That was good -- very good.

I was trying to watch the ESPN coverage of the upcoming weekend football games and had had a couple of beers and a shot when I changed my mind. I decided to have a few at the strip club and see if Jeanne/Jasmine, Joyce, or Livy were working. At least I could wallow in female flesh and alcohol and spread my newfound wealth around to those who needed it. I went to my apartment and grabbed several hundreds on my way out.

I got there about 5pm and it was pretty empty. Everyone else was getting ready for the holiday weekend. But after a few minutes I saw Livy walk on stage to dance and Jasmine came out from the back. She was in that damn schoolgirl outfit again. Shit, that always put my libido on high alert. I had my first beer and a shot in front of me. She made her way between a few tables, stopping to work on earning a few bucks with a lap dance when she spotted me. She walked over and sat on my lap. I had just finished my shot.

"Hello, Mr. Jackson."

I shook my head and laughed. "Didn't I tell you to call me John? Weren't you calling me that the last time I saw you?"

She grinned. "Yeah, but I thought it might get you interested in spending some money on a good little schoolgirl." She gave me a mock pout.

"Okay, I'll take a lap dance, but not until Livy finishes. I want to see her dance." The waitress came by and I ordered another two shots and a beer. 

Jasmine raised her eyebrows at that, but said nothing. She turned back to watch Livy. "Yeah, she's hot. She is still learning how to work the boys when she's trying to get lap dances, but her tits are just so good."

I laughed. "Yeah? You like them, too?"

She turned to me and leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Yeah, I want to suck them and play with them just like you do."

"You like girls, too?"

"I like anything and everything to do with sex." I squirmed and she gave me a very inviting look. "Mmmm. You like that idea, eh?" She wiggled her ass. On stage, Livy took off her top and was moving around in front of the few patrons who were there. "Look at those tits. She has great nipples. Can't you see me sucking on those nipples, making them hard and wet?"

I wiggled some more. "You are a mean tease."

She grinned. "That's what men come here for, to get teased." 

I watched as the waitress set the drinks on the table. I then took another of the shots and chased it with some beer. "Not me. I just came to see some friends -- and get drunk."

She leaned back at this point and looked at me more seriously. "What are you doing for the weekend?"

"Nothing." I was starting to feel a little fuzzy, but I didn't care. 

She stared at me. "I thought you had a girlfriend now?"

"Yeah, but we kind of had a falling out."

"Want to talk about it?"

"Not now." I took the second shot and a little chaser. "I just want to get drunk." The song stopped and Livy was on her last song and ready to take off her g-string. "And besides, right now I want to watch Livy finish her stripping. I want to see if her pussy is as nice as her tits. But you already know, right? How is it?"

Jasmine grinned, but looked at me with concern. "Perfect. She has a beautiful little pussy with a little arrow over it pointing to her slit and her little nubbin."

We watched as she took it off and danced around, giving glimpses of it to the patrons and getting as much cash as she could out of it.

When she finished, Jasmine stood up. "Now it's time for your table dance." She started dancing and I got the same king of dick rubbing that I got last time. She had just finished when Livy came out. She waved Livy over and when Livy got there she grinned sheepishly at me. 

"Hi, Mr. Jackson."

I groaned. "Can't any of you call me John?" The alcohol was hitting me hard now.

Livy gave me a nasty grin. "Yes, sir. Whatever you want, sir." Her playfulness was obvious even through the fog of the alcohol and that just made me like her even more.

She sat next to me and Jasmine sat on the other side. I saw the waitress and ordered more shots. Jasmine frowned at me.

The waitress was back quickly and I held up the first one. "Here's to the two most beautiful scantily clad women I know."

They both smiled, but I could tell that they were not impressed. I was getting drunk too fast. That may have been the norm for some, but Jasmine knew I was not like that. Jasmine got up and left and I watched her nice bubble butt go. Then I turned to Livy. "So. How are you doing?" She looked at me funny. "What?"

"Why are you getting drunk so fast?"

I stared at her a little. "Doesn't matter. I just want to get drunk." I was a little surprised since they were allegedly around drugs and alcohol all the time.

I took the last shot and leaned back. I could tell this was going to be a doozy of a drunk, but at this point I didn't care.

I turned to say something to Livy and her form started swimming a little. Let's see. One shot and two beers at home, then 5 shots and two beers here, all on an empty stomach. Yep, it was going to be a doozy. Livy was staring at me. 

"You're not going to last much longer."

I shrugged. "Whatever." At least that's what I thought I said. I wasn't really sure how I sounded at this point. Nor did I care.

Everything started getting fuzzy now. I had been so wiped out from the weekend and now I was getting way too drunk. I should have had something to eat. Oh, well, fuck 'em.

Jasmine came back and she and Livy said something and then they got me to my feet. This wasn't easy because everything felt like it was fuzzy and in slow motion. They dragged me into the back and I could just make out George in the darkness and my alcohol fog. I tried to say hello, but my mouth wasn't working too well. I suddenly realized that I was in a VIP room and they were putting me down on my back. Oh, that's nice. I could use a little nap. I remember lying there looking at the two scantily clad women and then nothing.

Thanksgiving, 22 November 2012, Dennis' apartment.

I slowly came awake in the darkness. I felt comfortable and I was sleeping on my back, which I don't do very much. It felt like I was in bed. I reached up behind my head and felt a nice pillow. I tried to look around but it was very dark. I then worked on trying to recollect my last conscious thoughts, but it was difficult. I sat up and turned to the side to get out of bed. Ouch! My head reminded me of my previous nights activities with a heavy throbbing. I got really drunk really fast, which is not hard when you're tired and haven't eaten much. I realized I was in my own bedroom. I had to go to the bathroom, so I walked in and emptied my bladder. I was wearing only my boxers from yesterday. Another puzzle to solve. I tried not to look in the mirror and I was glad that I had installed the adjustable light switches. I can't turn the lights on normally in the middle of the night if I want to be able to see for the next two minutes. The clock in the bathroom said 0300.

I finished and headed back to bed. I sat on the bed and turned to lie down. When I did, I put my arm out and it came in contact with a body on the other side. What the fuck? I leaned over and looked. I couldn't tell who it was in the dark, but the shape of the body as she lay on her side, was unmistakably feminine. I was still drunk and tired with no energy to try to figure out what was going on, so I just lay back down. I could find that out in the morning.

When I awoke later that morning, there was a little light coming in. It had to be getting to be around 7:30. The sun hadn't appeared yet, but the sky must be lightening up a little. I turned on my side and there was just enough light for me to determine that the woman in my bed was Livy. How did that happen? I thought about it. I must have passed out in the strip club and she helped get me home. I sat up and decided I needed my hangover refreshment. I always took some regular aspirin and a glass of Gatorade when I was hung over. I grabbed my robe and headed for the kitchen. When I got there, I noticed another bundle on my couch. I walked over and determined that it was Jeanne or Jasmine or whatever I was going to call her today. I went to the kitchen and got a drink. When I closed the refrigerator door, Jasmine stirred. I stood over her and waited for her to see me. When she did, she smiled.

"Good morning, Mr. Drunk."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Sorry about that."

"No problem. We didn't feel much like working last night anyway. There were more girls there to work than guys to watch. They let us off early."

"How did you guys get me up the stairs and into bed?"

She grinned. "George."

"Oh. Did you guys drive my car home, too?"

"Yep." She looked over my shoulder. "Did you wake Livy?"

"No, she's still sleeping."

"You should go in there and wake her with a little sex. She's got a crush on you and she's really horny."

I took a deep breath and let out a big sigh. "Unfortunately, I think I've fallen in love with this other woman and it would feel strange to have sex with somebody else. It's not really my style. You know me, Mister Conservative."

Jasmine grinned and looked at me carefully. "But you said you guys broke up?"

"I told you that? Well, she won't talk to me right now, but I'm going to keep trying."

Jasmine smiled. "That's fine. In the meantime, you need to help out a friend in need. Livy is horny as hell and even let me play with her a little last night. She's spurned my advances before, claiming that she didn't like girls. But last night, when we undressed you, she was paying close attention to your body and checked out your junk through your boxers. If you had gotten hard, you would have been awakened by a horny bitch riding you."

I grinned. I was horny as hell, angry at Maggie, and really did want to fuck Livy -- and Jasmine, too. I knew it was a little out of character for me but for once I wanted to be the bad boy. I wanted to be the one who had the outrageous story to tell. I wanted to be the one that fucked two women at once, both strippers. "Okay, let's go." Jasmine leaped from the couch and that's when I noticed she was wearing only a thong. "Nice." I looked her up and down.

"Thanks." She posed, sticking one hip out to the side and making sure her tits bounced.

I waved my hand nonchalantly. "I've seen all that stuff before." She grinned and stuck her tongue out at me. I grabbed her hand. "C'mon, cutie."

We went into the bedroom and Livy was still sleeping. Jasmine put her finger to her lips indicating to not make a sound and then parted my robe. She pushed my boxers down to my feet and I stepped out of them. My dick was hanging there. She knelt down and, while staring up at me, slowly licked me from my balls to the head of my cock. I started getting hard. Then she took me deep and started swallowing. Fuck! That was sensational. I really got hard then. She stood up. "Now you're ready."

I crawled into bed where Livy was lying on her back. I pulled the covers down slowly to see that she was braless, too. Her tits were probably a c-cup and her youth meant that they were still young, pert, and very firm. I leaned over and lightly licked her very pink left nipple. Nothing. I lightly sucked on it and her body twitched a little. Then I pushed the covers down the rest of the say to see that she was totally naked. I liked this. Her body was a little fuller than Jasmine's. She had more curves, hips and tits, and it made her look more womanly. I started to crawl between her legs but I hesitated. What the fuck was I doing? This was not me. There's no way I should be doing this while trying to get Maggie back. It was not a good decision.

I sat back on the edge of the bed and shook my head at Jasmine. "I can't. If I want to try to make a life with Maggie, there's no way I should be doing this."

Jasmine sighed and sat down next to me. "Too bad. Livy will be sad."

Suddenly, Livy sat up. She was a gorgeous young thing. "What's going on?"

Jasmine gave her a wan smile. "I tried to talk John into waking you up with a little sex, but he's committed to Maggie."

Livy crawled up behind meand hugged me. Her tits were up against my back and her nipples were poking me. "That's so sweet."

I groaned. "You two are not making it easy, you teases."

"Oh, no, don't lay this on us." Jasmine waggle her finger at me. "We're willing to have sex and now you are the tease." She reached over and ran her hand over my erection.

I stood up and grabbed my robe. "Sorry, ladies, but a man in love doesn't do this."

Livy sighed. "Do you have any younger brothers?"

I laughed. "Yes, but he's married."

"Too bad. I never meet any men like you."

"Well, look where you work."

She grinned. "Oh, yeah."

Jasmine put her hand on my arm. "Well, Livy and I are joining George and his wife for Thanksgiving dinner. Do you want me to finagle an invitation for you?"

"No, thanks. I already have an invitation to join a friend and his family at his house."

She stared at me. "Really?"

"Yes, that's the truth. I'm not just saying that. It's Craig, the guy who runs the investigation agency that I work for and for which I found you." I poked her in the ribs and she gave a ticklish squeal.

"Okay. Livy and I need to get going so that we can be there on time. Will we see you later?"

"You bet."

At that, the two of them got up, got dressed, and left. I showered, shaved, and cleaned up the place a little. I wasn't due at Craig's until noon. It was almost 11am and I was 30 minutes from heading out the door when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Jackson, this is Marshall Bradford." It was Mary and Maggie's father.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Mr. Bradford. What can I do for you?" I tried to be nice since he had acted so well during the most recent crisis with Maddie's kidnapping.

"I know that Maggie has not returned your calls and cancelled your invitation to have dinner with us, but could you stop by for a few minutes around noon? I just want to discuss something with you."

Now what the hell did he want? "Sure, I can do that. What's this all about?"

"I'd like to discuss that in person, if you don't mind. Don't ring the bell. I'll keep an eye out and let you in the side door, where the glassed in portion of my office is."

"Okay, I'm on my way."

"Thank you, Mr. Jackson." He hung up.

I put the present that I had gotten for Maddie -- a large Pooh like the one I had that she loved so much -- in the car. Then I picked up the pie I had ordered to take to Craig's since I didn't feel like making one and was not very good at baking. I got to the Bradford's at precisely noon. I waited a couple of minutes and thought about what I had just done with the two youngsters. Fuck! That was so out of character for me. What the hell was I thinking? Now I felt extremely guilty as I headed toward the house where Maggie and Maddie lived. I got out and walked up to the side of the house where there was a small glassed in sitting area off of Mr. Bradford's office with Maddie's present in my hands. He was standing there waiting and immediately let me in.

"I'm sorry for the short notice, but I'm glad you could stop by." He put out his hand and we shook. His was cool and wet. "Oh, sorry. I was just holding my drink. Would you like something?" He pointed over to a small bar in his study with a few bottles of scotch on it. He was definitely different from before.

"No, thanks." He picked up his drink and I followed him into his study. I set the present down on a chair. He paid it no attention and took a sip of his drink which looked like scotch on the rocks. I looked around his study. It was just as I would have expected. The furniture and built-in bookshelves were all in dark cherry. The books were all leather and hard bound no paperbacks in sight.

"Mr. Jackson, I wanted to say two things to you today. First, I wanted to apologize for the way I behaved on Maggie's birthday and second, I wanted to thank you for saving my granddaughter." He pointed over toward the other side of the study that looked out into the backyard. Maddie and Maggie were there, along with Mary and some others. It was cloudy, but not raining, so they were playing in some big piles of leaves. We walked over toward his desk and I walked around behind it to see the backyard from there.

"I accept your apology and you are welcome for Maddie. I like that little girl a lot and it was due to my history that the kidnapping occurred."

He looked at me closely. "I also need to thank you for reminding me of what's important in life." I turned to look at him. "I had an epiphany that night when you were rescuing Maddie. I realized that I have been neglecting my family and these recent events and your response to them has forced me to review how I've been living. Since that day, I've done a lot of thinking and I am going to make some changes in my life. I realized that I was spending so much time worried about my business and making money that I was neglecting one of the most important things in life, my family." There was nothing to say to that so I just nodded. He pointed outside again. "Because of what we have all gone through I am going to immeidately change my interaction with my family and I wanted you to know since you were the catalyst for this. I'm going to welcome Mary back and I'm also going to drop some hints about you with Maggie. Who knows, maybe I can help wear her down. I like and respect you. You showed yourself to be a man of principles, which I seem to have forgotten about, and also one that has earned the respect of others. The way those individuals reacted to you showed me that you are an honest, straight forward individual."




Starting Over Ch. 05



"Thank you -- and I'm sure Mary will be overwhelmed. She has been working hard to get her life back on track and only wants your approval."

"Well, she's going to get more than that. I'll do whatever I can to help her get her education or whatever else she needs. She's a beautiful young girl and, though she made some major mistakes, seems to be doing exactly what you said before -- trying to turn her life around. She is, after all, my daughter." He turned towards me. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

I looked outside and took a deep breath. "No, nothing. I think I just need to give Maggie some time. Maybe in a couple of weeks she'll talk to me."

"If you want to mention it to your boss, I need someone to do personnel investigations of people we hire. Perhaps he might be interested."

"I'll discuss the business opportunity with Craig. I appreciate the thought."

Mr. Bradford nodded. "Well, call me at any time. As for Maggie, I think you would be her first good choice of all the men she's dated."

I looked at him and back outside. Everyone was gone. "Sorry to hear that about Maggie, except that I hope that it gives me an edge with her."

He gave me a small smile. "Yes, I hope so, too. I haven't had much association with military individuals. Are they all as idealistic and forthright as you?"

"Well, they represent society in most ways. They generally come from all walks of life and types and races. However, I would say that most of us have a shared ideal of wanting to do something important and purposeful for ourselves and the country. I also have to say that you see much fewer who come from a wealthier background."

He nodded. "Yes, I can understand that."

Before we could discuss that further, the door from the house to the study burst open and Maggie, Mary, and Maddie came bursting into the room, led, of course, by Maddie.

"Grandpa!" Maddie came rushing in and rushed to him to be picked up. It wasn't until she was in his arms that she spotted me standing over by the window slightly hidden behind a floor lamp. "Mr. Jackson!" She squirmed out of grandpa's arms quickly and he chuckled as she rushed to me. 

"Hello, gorgeous." I picked her up in my arms and lifted her up over my head like I always did -- she squealed like she always did. Then I held her on my hip. I looked over to where Mary and Maggie were standing. Mary was smiling and Maggie was staring at me.

Mary looked at me. "What are you doing here John?"

Mr. Bradford spoke before I could answer by making good on one of his promises immediately. "Mary, come over here." She advanced toward him looking a little cowed. He reached down and took her hands in his. "Honey, I owe you an apology. You are my daughter and a beautiful person. I can see that you are trying to get your life pointed in the right direction. You will always be welcome in this house and I will help you in any way I can. If you need assistance to finish your education or get started in a new career, I'm there for you. Please forgive me."

Mary broke down and crushed her father with a hug as she cried on his shoulder. I even saw Mr. Bradford struggle to keep his emotions in check, which of course he would do. I looked back over at Maggie and she was smiling at her father and Mary. 

Finally, Mary pulled back and wiped her eyes. "Thank you, daddy. I've missed you."

He cleared his throat. "Well, I've always been here, I just kept myself clammed up and was being an old fool. Can you forgive me?"

"Of course!" Mary then turned toward me and slowly walked over. She smiled at Maddie and then leaned up and kissed me on the lips. "And thank you, John. I have a feeling you had something to do with this."

"No, not really. Your father was just thanking me for saving Maddie again when he told me that he was going to make up with you."

She looked at me askance. "Okay, but thanks anyway."

She turned towards where Maggie had been and started speaking. "Maggie, don't...." Maggie was gone. She turned back toward me. "Sorry."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Don't worry about it. I wasn't expecting anything today anyway." I turned to Maddie who was patiently watching us while I held her. "But I do have a present for you."

Maddie grinned. "Me? What is it? Where is it? When can I have it?" She was practically jumping out of my arms.

I shushed her. "Slow down, slow down." I put her on the floor. "Look over in that big chair."

Maddie looked over in the chair and saw the huge box. She rushed to it. "Can I open it now, Mr. Jackson? Can I have it?" She looked over at me expectantly and smiled.

"Sure, you can."

Little kids have a knack for opening presents. She ripped the paper off the box and had it open in record time. She shrieked when she saw the big Pooh bear inside. "It's Pooh!" She reached in and yanked it out.

"That's the mate to the one that I have Maddie. You can come over and play any time you want, they would love to get together."

She looked at it closely. "This is the mommy, your's is the daddy, and I have the baby upstairs. It's just like the three bears story." She grinned and smiled at her astuteness and everyone else laughed. 

I decided it was time to make my exit. "I should be going. I have an invitation to Thanksgiving dinner with my friend Craig and I'll be late if I don't hurry."

Mr. Bradford came over to me and clasped my hand in a firm handshake. "If you ever need anything just call. I can't say what will happen with Maggie, but you will always be welcome by the rest of the family." He held out his hand and I shook it. 

Mary came over to me and gave me a big hug. "Thank you, John, for being a good friend." She pulled back and looked at me. "Happy Thanksgiving."

I turned to go, but the small fry of the group again attached herself to my legs. I turned to her and she put her arms up. I lifted her over my head and she gave me her patented squeal and then I hugged her. "Thank you for my Mommy Pooh, Mr. Jackson."

"You're very welcome." I put her down and she grabbed her Pooh and raced from the room. I walked to the door and let myself out. I walked down to my car and started to get in. As I did, I turned and looked up at the Bradford house. I caught just a glimpse of someone in one of the upstairs windows before they backed out of sight. I could only hope that Maggie was feeling something and would act on it soon.

I got in and drove to Craig's. We had a great Thanksgiving dinner and I enjoyed being with him and his family. The family was aware of our discomfort at discussing what had happened in Afghanistan, so even though the two of us were together in front of them, nobody even mentioned it.

Saturday, 24 November 2012, Dennis' apartment.

I woke slowly. I had had a very interesting and 'stimulating' Thanksgiving and then a relaxing Friday. I watched the college football games and did some reading. I also did some thinking about Maggie and Maddie. I really did want to be in their lives. I certainly couldn't be running around fucking 19 and 20 year old women when I was in love with and trying to win the trust of someone else. I had always wanted a threesome. What guy hasn't thought about that? But I'm glad I passed. I would have hated myself and felt very guilty around Maggie.This made me rethink what to do about Maggie. Was I going to approach her slowly and indirectly? Or would it be better to take the direct approach and make a frontal assault, so to speak.

I decided to let it sit for a couple of weeks and see how it went. I wanted her and her family to think about it and ruminate on the events surrounding the kidnapping and recovery of Maddie. Fortunately, I had my daughter's visit to look forward to and I needed to ramp up my workouts to stay in shape. 

24 November to 15 December 2012

I used the small gym in the building we had, which was basically a converted storeroom, but it was enough with my bicycling to keep me moving. I worked out religiously during this period and did small jobs for Craig as a private investigator. I had the large bag of cash stashed and used it sparingly. All I had to do was to stay afloat and make sure my daughter had everything she needed.

16 December 2012

My daughter arrived mid-afternoon on the 16th. She was even more beautiful than when I last saw her. She had matured appreciably during her first semester at college. She seemed more assured and confident, even though she had inherited her mother's logical and pragmatic outlook and always seemed older than her age.

We had a nice dinner and were leaving on the 19th for a week of skiing. We had included Christmas since it was just the two of us. My siblings families had asked us to visit, but I wanted one Christmas with just my daughter before I started visiting all of them.

19 December 2012

We arrived at Stephen's Pass ski resort at about 4pm. It had been a pretty easy drive considering what it could have been if the snow had been falling fast. I had used my newfound largesse to rent a four wheel drive vehicle so we had plenty of traction and space just in case.

On the way we talked about what had been going on. My daughter wanted to know more about the night that I called her at 3am, but I put her off by saying that I was just lonely and missing her mother. She didn't ask about it again. I asked her about her boyfriend and she told me he was a lot like me. I turned to look at her and she smiled. 

"You know what I mean. He's computer savvy but not a nerd. He likes to play sports and enjoys going to the movies and plays. He's majoring in civil engineering. He's 20 and he's a junior. Anything else you want to know?"

Well, since she put it that way -- no. Where did she get such a smart mouth?

19-25 December 2012

We had a wonderful ski trip and enjoyed almost all the trails. I'm not an expert skier, so I stay away from some of the more advanced slopes and anything with moguls.

Without her mother around, I began to feel closer and more connected to my daughter. I realized that during most of the time that her mother was alive, they had more in common and had communicated much more than she and I did. It felt different having her all to myself. We discussed all her interests, most of which I knew, but then she talked about selecting Art History as her major. She wanted to study abroad one semester, too, and asked about our monetary situation. I tried not to grin too hard as I thought about that stash in my apartment, but I told her that it was not a problem. She accepted it.

26 December 2012

We got back to my apartment about 4pm after a little more challenging drive on the way back. It had been snowing heavily in the mountains and it took us a while to get out of there. Once we got closer to sea level, it changed to rain and now it was just drizzling. I was unloading the rental vehicle when my neighbor Sam approached me. 

"Hi, John."

"Hey, Sam, how are you? Merry Christmas."

She smiled. "Merry Christmas. I wanted to tell you that some woman came by a couple of times with a little girl. One time I was just getting home and she asked me if I knew where you were. I told her you went skiing and she left. Do you know who I'm talking about?"

"Yes, I know them. Thanks." It had to be Maggie and Maddie. I wonder what that was about. Maybe the slow and indirect approach was working.

"Okay. And thanks again for the present." I knew she was referring to the cash. "Do I want to know where it came from?"

"You probably already know right?"

She looked at me. "I heard about the breakup of the drug ring. I just assumed...."

I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders.

"Okay, well, see you later." She left and I kept hauling stuff in.

27 December 2012

I told my daughter more about Maggie and Maddie, but she already knew most of it. I finally confessed about the kidnapping and why Maggie didn't trust me anymore. My daughter stared at me for a while and was pretty pissed off that I did that without telling her I was putting myself in danger. After a while, she seemed to calm down and we were able to discuss it without acrimony. About 8pm that night I received a phone call.

"Hello?"

"John? This is Marshall Bradford."

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Bradford. What can I do for you?"

"I am having a New Year's Eve party and wanted to invite you to it."

I thought about it for a second. Did I really want to be there with Maggie? Of course I did. "Okay. I have my daughter with me; can I bring her, too?"

"Absolutely. We'd love to have you both. It's not really dinner. It's just drinks and as many hors d'oeuvres as you've ever seen." He chuckled. "Party starts at 8 and I'm really looking forward to seeing you again and meeting your daughter."

"Okay, we'll be there." 

We hung up. This was like a different man from before. I guess he really was changing his life.

I told my daughter about the party and, as usually happens in these cases, we had to go shopping for a dress and new shoes. She said 'we' and I knew I had to go. So on Saturday, the 29th, I went, got dragged around for about three hours, and finally paid $350 for a dress and $200 for new shoes. I guess it could have been worse. One of the dresses we looked at was $1000.

My daughter and I discussed the situation with Maggie and she said I should just be honest and tell her I was in love with her. Women always think you should be honest, but I was a guy. I was hesitant to just open up and tell her like that until I had some indication that she wanted me, too. I decided to play it by ear.

31 December 2012 -- 1 January 2013

We arrived at the Bradford house at about 8:20. I didn't want to get there too early. As it was, the place was pretty well packed. Everyone must have arrived on time for once. Mr. Bradford let me in.

"Good to see you again, John." He turned to my daughter. "And as much as it pains me to say so, your daughter may be more beautiful than mine are." He grinned and I introduced them. 

He told me that Maggie had not come down yet, but Maddie was running around somewhere. My daughter and I wandered around the crowd but we didn't really know anyone. Then we found Mary and her new/old boyfriend. I got both of us a drink and we talked. Mary questioned my handing my daughter a glass of wine, but I shrugged it off.

"She's been getting alcohol at family dinners since she was 12. She's a responsible individual." I turned to my daughter. "Right, Angel?"

She grinned. "You expect me not to answer positively?"

Mary laughed. "Well, I see you have your father's smart mouth."

She grinned wider. "You know it." 

Damn, smart-assed women! And she blamed it on me! The nerve! I chuckled.

We mingled and were making our way around one of the food tables when a small person attached herself to my legs. "Mr. Jackson!"

"Hi, Maddie." I put my plate down and picked her up, putting her on my hip. She was dressed in a very pretty red party dress and looked adorable. "Happy New Year." She smiled and looked at my daughter. "Maddie, this is my daughter, Angelica. We call her Angel. Angel, this is Madeleine, but everyone calls her Maddie." 

My daughter shook Maddie's small hand. "Nice to meet you, Maddie. I've heard all about you from my father. You're very pretty and look very nice in that dress."

"Thank you." Maddie answered, but held tightly to me and seemed a little shy around this new person. "I like your dress, too."

Wow. She's only 6 years old and she already returns clothing complements. 

I wondered where her mother was. "Where's your mother, Maddie?"

"She's upstairs. She says she has a headache and will come down later."

"Okay, how are your Pooh bears doing?"

She grinned. "They are very well, thank you, but I want to come over so they can all be together."

I related what this was about to my daughter and then movement on the big staircase got my attention. It was Maggie. She was coming down in a green chiffon something-or-other. I don't know women's fashions, but I knew that it was light and swished around her beautiful form and made me want her.

"Look, Maddie, here comes your mother."

Maddie wrested herself from my grip and rushed over to her mother. She took her by the hand and led her directly to us.

"Look, Mommy, Mr. Jackson is here with his daughter, Angel."

Maggie grinned and approached my daughter putting her hand out. "I guess that takes care of our introductions." She shook my daughter's hand and then turned to me. I moved toward her to give her a socially acceptable peck on the cheek and she accepted it.

"I hope you are enjoying yourselves."

"Yes, we are." I watched her closely for any signs of her still being angry.

Then Maddie wanted back up into my arms. I picked her up and she looked at her mother and then at me. "Mr. Jackson, are you going to be my second father?"

Maggie almost choked on her drink and my daughter started laughing. Kids this age definitely have no filter. "Well, Maddie, I'm not sure. Your mother and I still have a lot of talking to do."

"My friend Jennifer has two fathers and she loves it. She says her first father comes and takes her places and they go out to dinner every couple of weeks. Her second father lives with her and they also do a lot of fun things. I think she's lucky having two fathers."

I sighed at smiled at Maggie. How the hell do you answer that? Fortunately, Maggie decided to answer her daughter. "Honey, Mr. Jackson and I need to talk about this. We have not discussed it and are not ready yet."

Maddie looked at her mother. "But Mommy, the other day we went to try to see Mr. Jackson and you said you wanted him."

I'm not sure she got the real meaning of that phrase and I doubt her mother said it to her like that.

Maddie smiled. "Honey, I do want him. But he and I have some things to discuss before we do that."

I stared at her. She just said she wanted me. She didn't say she wanted to date me or see me, she said she wanted me. I liked that. I grinned at her and she blushed.

I turned to Maddie. "Maddie, I want your mother, too, so let us talk it over and maybe in a few days we can discuss that again. Okay?"

"Okay." I put her down and she raced off. I think she was going to tell her grandmother or grandfather that. Oh well.

My daughter, being perceptive, managed to find something she just had to have at the food table, leaving me alone with Maddie. She stepped closer to me. "I'm still angry that you didn't tell me about the drug dealer before you put my daughter in danger, but my father and Mary seem to be on your side."

I sighed. "I already told you I was sorry and how this all came about. They waited long enough to let me get comfortable. I was just not thinking about anything but you and your daughter. I thought they had moved on to other things and I had, too. I can't change that now, but please don't let this get between us. We need to see if there's any chance for us." She said nothing and the lack of response was getting to me so I tried to lighten it a little bit. "Besides, it was only because I was blinded by the beauty of the two of you that I forgot." She tried not to smile, but did a little, so I continued. "Besides, I'm not saying that we will never be angry with each other if we live together, but I want to know if we can work it out."

She smiled this time and moved closer to me. "Is it true that you love me?"

"Yes."

"And my daughter, too?"

"Yes."

"What about your daughter? What does she think about us and your involvement with a woman with a child?"

"She is happy for me. She saw how much I was affected by her mother's death and just wants me to be happy. She's a very grown-up woman already."

"So you think we have a future?"

"At this point, I hope so, but we need to be together and work on our relationship before we can make that decision."




Starting Over Ch. 05



She came into my arms and rested her head on my chest. "Does that include treating me like you did that one day when I showed up at your apartment depressed?"

I grinned. I knew she was talking about the day that she came in depressed and I went over her attributes and told her why she was so beautiful. She had perked up right away and we had had very good sex. "Of course. All the time."

"Good. I liked that part a lot." She kissed me. "I forgive you and I think my room upstairs is empty right now. Maybe I can think of something to do to make it up to you."

I smiled, took her hand, and we snuck through the kitchen and up the back stairs toward her room. I felt elated and I hoped that I would be as lucky in love this time around as I was the first.

 The end 



Starting Small



It happened all of a sudden. None of this was planned. Yet the events that unfolded seemed so well orchestrated, so natural. It has opened my eyes no a world I knew very little about. And I couldn't have done it without my boyfriend, Jithin who opened me up to a world I knew little about.

Jithin and I have been in a relationship for little over a year. Though it took us some time to "open up" to each other, when we did finally start having sex, it came second to nothing. He was both gentle and rough when I needed him to be and what I liked most is that he listened and paid attention to my every move, longing to please me. In many ways, he helped release that sexual energy that lay pent up in me for over 19 years.

Sadly, over time the excitement started to fade and Jithin was starting to get the drift. Most of our rendezvous were late in the night in his dad's car or in the afternoons at a friend's apartment. Although my friend, Ravi was out at those times that we fooled around at his apartment, I once found out that he had set up his webcam and recorded most of our sessions.

One day I was supposed to meet Jithin directly at the apartment and reached there an hour early. As my friend had given me a spare key to use, I let myself in only to find Ravi in the bedroom, sitting in front of his computer and staring intently at the screen. Wanting to scare him, I quietly closed the door, and tip toed towards the room. When I reached the open door, I noticed that his hand was moving vigourously in his lap. Figuring what was happening, I looked at the screen to see a video of myself lying on the bed with my feet in the air, Jithin's face buried in my crotch.

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I wasn't sure how to react. I wanted to leave the room but at the same time I wanted to confront him. Right then his head leaned back and he started to stroke even more vigorously. Knowing he was about finish soon, I cleared my throat. His head turned and in a fraction of a second he jumped up in shock, covering the screen with his hands, not realizing his shorts were at his ankles, and his ass was exposed.

'Er...what are you doing here...when did you come in?' he stuttered, covering the screen with one hand while the other searched hard for the mouse. Something came over me. May be it was the realization of the sudden power I now had over him. Looking angry, I walked over and stood close to him. I was close enough to him to feel the head of his hard cock gently poke into my stomach. He stood there frozen, not sure how much trouble he was in. There was pin-drop silence as I stared into his face when all of a sudden I could hear my voice through the speakers asking Jithin to 'put it in me now...fast!' I could hear him gulp.

I looked directly down at his cock touching my stomach. I moved back an inch to see a patch of pre-cum on my top. His cock was fairly small. Knowing that Jithin's was around 7 inches, I pegged Ravi's to be no more than 4. It was a little thicker than my thumb and the foreskin was pulled back tight as the small mushroom head pointed upward at me. Without a thought, I reached out and held the head, punching it gently between my index finger and my thumb. A drop of pre-cum oozed out of the slit and dripped onto my thumb. I couldn't believe what I was doing.

I didn't bother to look up at him. He just stood there, almost lifeless as pulled on his foreskin, drawing it over the head and pushed it back. All of a sudden he gasped, his feet pushing him up a little and moments later, his cock twitched, spurting out thick loads of cum into my hand each time. I could feel the warm jelly hit my palm as I held his foreskin back. As the orgasm subsided, the squirts got weaker until a think gob peeped out of the slit. I wrapped my hand around his cock and pulled gently, feeling it begin to soften.

We remained in silence as I heard myself moaning on the computer. Jithin was still pounding into my cunt, my hands holding his ass and pulling him into me. I sat down on the chair, his now soft cock still in my hand. Only three fingers could hold it. I wiped my hand on his t-shirt and pulled him closer to me, my legs together, between his. His soft cock was inches from my mouth as I leaned forward to inspect it. Limp, it was no longer than 2 inches. The head seemed to remain the same size. It was slick from the cum that was still on his cock.

I put a finger under it, lifting it up to face me and placed just the head between my lips. It felt like a thick nipple and I could get the familiar taste of warm cum. I sucked his cock further in and I could already feel it begin to grow. I sucked it clean with my lips and tongue, circling the head. In minutes it was back to its old self, staring up at the ceiling. Wanting to take full advantage of my current position, I pushed him back and got up. His face looked a little pained, thinking I was done with him.

Pulling him by his cock, I led him to the bed and made him sit down at edge. Wheeling the chair over, I pushed him backwards, making him lie down while his legs hung over the edge of the bed, his cock sticking up like a miniature flagpole. I sat down in the chair and proceeded to feel his balls. I rolled them between my fingers, feeling his smooth scrotum. His cock twitched once or twice.

I lifted his knees up high, his balls and ass exposed to me. He didn't seem to mind as I pushed his knees back over his stomach, holding them there with one hand as the other continued to play with his balls. Feeling naughty, I lightly trailed a finger down the line behind his balls, down towards his anus. He wasn't very hairy and I could see the puckered hole twitch with anticipation. I continued slowly until it reached his asshole. Ever so lightly, I circled it with the finger. It seemed to respond to my finger, opening and closing.

I pushed his knees back and spread his legs as I moved my face closer, licking his balls and kissing him on his inner thighs. 'Get up and turn over!' I said firmly and he readily obeyed, turning over and getting on his hands and knees. His little cock hung downwards a little, as I spread his knees with my hands and pushed his back down, his asshole now looking me in the eye. I reached out for his cock and alternating between the fingers of each hand, I pulled his cock just as one would when they milked a cow. I could hear him sigh deeply as I started to lick the back of his balls. My horniness was bringing out the "dirty" in me as I instinctively let my tongue trail down the line, leaving behind a wet track as it neared his asshole. The anticipation was driving him mad and he arched his back, pushing his ass out even further. The moment it touched his asshole, he moaned and shivered a little. My hands were still milking him and his balls were drawn up taught into him. As the tip of my tongue poked into his asshole, I could feel it twitching in uniform pulses. He let out a throaty moan and his cock twitched and spurted cum onto the bed, some of it on my hands.

As it subsided, his knees grew week and he slumped sideways, rolling over onto his back. His feet we still on the bed, kneed folded and spread, his cock and balls displayed in all their glory. I wiped my hands on the bed sheets and sat back, looking at his softening cock, covered in a little cum. I just couldn't have enough of it. I leaned forward and took it in my mouth, sucking it clean once again. I pulled back to check the time on the wall clock, still holding Ravi's cock when I noticed Jithin standing in the doorway.

To be continued...



Starting the Day



Julie grabbed the bottom of her short nightie and lifted it above her head enjoying the touch of it's silkiness sliding over her naked breasts, tossing the cream coloured nightie onto her bed she walked into the bathroom rubbing her erect nipples with the palms of her hands to warm them up from the cool summer morning.

Turning on the hot tap the bathroom immediately filled with steam, Julie stepped into the shower dodging the flow of hot water until she adjusted the temperature. Standing directly under the shower spray the warm water streamed over her dark long hair and over her face. Julie pushed her hands across the top of her head forcing the water to flow down the length of her hair to the small of her back, the water trickling slowly down between her toned buttocks and onto her anus before falling to the black and white tiled floor and into the drain.

Julie leaned forward allowing the water to rush faster along her back spreading her buttocks with her hands granting her anus better access to more of the warm flowing water. Julie let out a sigh from the sensation allowing her anus to be pleasured for a few minutes she could feel the tension welling inside her pussy and the wetness start between her slightly swollen pussy lips. 

Julie removed her hands from her cheeks and reached for her body shampoo, giving the top of the container a pump, the pink coloured shampoo squelched onto Julie's hand. Lathering it up between her palms, Julie slowly stroked her smooth shoulders her hands followed the contours of her body first down along her slim arms and up again then along her neck and down the sides of her body, up along her taught tummy reaching under her petite teardrop breasts. Julie cupped both her breasts and closed her eyes as she enjoyed gently kneading them, stopping quickly as she resisted diving her hands down on to her pussy relieving its want, her attention momentarily turned to her tight erect dark red nipples as she slid her soapy palms over them. 

Julie pumped the container once again and lathered the shampoo, she placed her foot onto the step and ran her hands down her thigh over her shin along the top of her foot pushing her delicate fingers between her toes then under her foot, Julie let out a little giggle as she tiggled herself. Julie hands moved up the back of her leg along her calves gently massaging slowly sliding them up along her soft inner thigh. 

Julie paused before slipping her hand in between the top of her silky inner thigh and the outside of her pussy lips enjoying the first touch of the day. Julie then repeated the process on her other leg once again giggling as she tickled the bottom of her foot and pausing once again enjoying the feel from the touch of her hand on the side of her pussy and inner leg.

Julie rubbed her hands together lathering the remaining amount of shampoo and glided them over her pussy gently washing her lips, she took a deep breath and removed her hands swiftly away she needed to take control, and she could not be late for work again. Julie turned her body facing the shower rose allowing the water to cascade over her firm breasts caressing her nipples, and then slightly moving back spreading her pussy lips permitting the water to penetrate her wetness and wash away the soap. Julie quickly turned the shower off and dried herself smiling as she dried her pussy leaving the remnants of her glistening juices on the red towel.

Julie rummaged around in the dresser draw until she found a new packet of stockings, sitting down on her bed she ripped open the packet with her teeth. Julie leaned slightly back rolling the first stocking up and then slipping it over her toes, she slid the black stocking up her leg with both hands enjoying the touch of its sheerness, the elasticized top snapping against the top of her soft thigh bringing her back to reality. 

Julie carefully slid the other stocking on and stood up, the coolness of the summer morning had quickly disappeared and the warmth of the suns rays danced over Julie's naked body through her bedroom windows. She turned and greeted its warmth against her pert breasts and shaved pussy deeply sighing from its touch, Julie wished it was the weekend so she could let her fingers dance with the suns rays across her smooth slim body enjoying their combined pleasure.

Julie grabbed her little black summer dress from the hanger behind the door and pulled it over her head checking in the full length mirror that the tops of her stockings were covered by it shortness. Julie admired how the dress hugged her petite tits in a way they didn't need to be restricted by a bra she ran the side of her hand down the inside of her cleavage watching her nipples push out against the cotton fabric from her touch.

Picking up her stilettos Julie pushed her feet into them and raised her foot onto the seat of the chair, she leaned forward threading the strap through the buckle of her shoe and felt her pussy lips partially opened restricted by the stickiness of her juices. Julie placed her other foot onto the chair this time she pushed her body further forward until she felt her puffed lips fully open, when she finished buckling her stiletto's she stood up and squeezed her legs together sliding her inner thighs together enjoying the sensation of her wet pussy lips together in the hope of scratching her itch.

Julie noticed the time and realized she had only five minutes to make it to the bus, she quickly grabbed her bag and headed out the front door towards the bus stop as she ran she felt a slight breeze against her wet pussy and realized in her haste to leave forgot to put on her panties, she smiled as it wasn't the first time she had not worn panties to work.

Julie reached the bus stop as the bus arrived and she hopped on flashing her pass and quickly moved to the back trying to sit down before the bus took off and jolted her forwards. Julie managed to reach the back window seat and started to sit down when the bus moved off, she grabbed the rail to gain control of her balance and sat quickly down. Her motion lifting her dress and exposing her pussy to the cold vinyl seat her first reaction was to slip her dress underneath her buttocks however the coolness of the seat sent a tingling sensation through her hot pussy and she decided to enjoy the moment.

The bus hit a bump in the road and Julie' buttocks lifted off the seat she felt her pussy unstick from the seat and with in a second being smacked hard into the vinyl. Julie closed her eyes she was so wet and horny she beared her hips down and pushed her pussy harder into the seat trying to relieve her ache, once again the bus hit a bump and again her pussy was forced down hard into the vinyl. Julie looked out the window trying to look ahead on the road hoping there was numerous more bumps in the road, the bus shifted slightly and exited onto the freeway, Julie knew that would be the last of any bumps.

Julie gazed out the window trying to distract herself from the want her pussy needed, she thought if she could just wait till she arrived at work and clock in and rush of to the toilets and finger herself in one of the cubicles, the thought of doing this made her juices flow even more.

Julie slightly parted her legs and slid her hand under the little black dress and parted her swollen lips with her fingers the sensation of the vinyl touching her hot wet flesh forced Julie's back to slightly arch she ran her finger along her pussy up to her clit it hardness accentuated by her splayed pussy lips. Julie gently pinched her clit with her thumb and finger tenderly milking it in and out. Julie felt the cotton fabric of her dress tighten around the fullness of her tits, her erect nipples pushed further out she felt the tension of her orgasm building deep inside of her, she stroked her clit faster with her finger. Julie's thighs started to tremble and she pushed her finger hard against her protruding clit, as the wave of pleasure filled her groin with tiny explosion from her orgasm.

Julie clasped her soft thighs tight around her hand pushing her pussy deeper into the vinyl, she felt her cunt hole touch the seat the feeling making her pussy muscles spasm sending another explosion of ecstasy through her. Julie slowly released her grip on her hand and she reached discreetly into her handbag for a tissue wiping the juices from her hand. The bus pulled up at Julies stop she gently lifted herself from the sit looking back and smiling at the wet glistening marks she had left.



Starting the Day Off Right



Even though my wife and I are currently separated we still manage to have a nice friendly relationship and occasionally we do have sex. Seems the sex now is better than when I was still with her at home. One night we decided to engage in some chat involving some of the nice sexual encounters we had when we were living together and this is one of them.

One morning my wife got up earlier than I did and got into the shower. I finally came around and heard the shower running and then stop…so much for some fun in the shower. I slipped off my shorts and sat down at the bottom edge of the bed. She came out of the bathroom naked. Susan stands 5’9”, weighs somewhere around 125 and being Italian descent and going to the fake-and-bake (tanning salon) maintains a nice year round tan with no tan lines. I like going to the fake-and-bake as well and am nice and tan too with no tan lines. As I watched her brush her long hair I couldn’t help but notice her nice ass. Since she was on her period I could see the string hanging out of her nicely trimmed pussy. The more I watched her the harder I was getting. She knows that I masturbate on a daily basis, most of the times in the morning when she and her daughter are out the door leaving me alone to bring myself to a morning climax.

This morning I thought would be a little different since I wont be able to pleasure myself but could later when I stop home for lunch and take care of business then. All of a sudden she turned around and looked at me with a gleam in her eye. She knows that I wont be able to do anything until I relieve myself of the hardness between my legs. She grabs the bottle of lotion to rub it on her legs and starts a slow sensual applying of the lotion on her legs. She puts a foot up on a chair and spreads her legs while applying the lotion to the inside of her thighs. Her pussy is trimmed with a small landing strip that starts at the top of her clit to where her hair line ends about ½” wide. I was getting more and more turned on and just kept on watching her. I was about ready to stand up and go to the shower when she said “Hold on, I don’t want you to go into the bathroom until you are relieved.” 

She stepped in front of me, took some lotion and reached down and grabbed my cock. I could not believe this. I felt the tingle in my balls and for some odd reason I felt the tip of my cock being super-sensitive today. I laid back and let her stroke my cock, slowly moving her hands in a circling up and down motion. She says that my daily masturbation sessions add more to intercourse because I have been known to keep my erection hard for 30-45 minutes inside her and she really enjoys it. Her other hand was free and she knows that the more excited I become the more my prostate becomes sensitive as well.  She took a finger, rubbed some lotion on it and with it played with my anus and then wham! Her finger went inside my asshole and hit my prostate. 

With her stroking my cock and the finger massaging my prostate it wasn’t much longer before I came shooting cum all over myself. My cock started to subside and as she went back to applying the lotion on the rest of her legs she said “If everything goes right today, I should have my period and when you come home tonight, hopefully you will be able to finish me like I finished you.” I gave her a nice long kiss and whispered to her “If this morning is anything like tonight will be, I wont be leaving my desk today because my cock is going to be hard all day thinking of tonight.” As I jumped into the shower and went about my routine when I got out she had finished dressing and gave me a kiss good-bye, a nice tug on my limp cock and walked out of the room and the front door.

Working that day was almost a struggle. I kept on thinking about what had happened in the morning and it was sad but true, the more I thought about it the more my dick would get hard, go limp, get hard again and when I concentrated on my work, my cock would subside.

Finally, the day is over and I am out the door and driving down the interstate thinking of what is going to happen when I get home. “Did she have her period today?”, “If she didn’t have her period do I still get to have some fun with her and eat her out and earn my red-wings?” Thoughts like this were going through my mind the whole time, my cock is straining to get out of my pants and even though the traffic is getting to me, my cock is still hard. I pull up to the driveway and when I walked through the front door I noticed to my left that she is sitting on the couch with a towel under her butt. I am thinking that she didn’t have her period and she still wants me to make love to her anyways.

I eagerly started to get undressed and as I was doing that she mentioned she had her period. “So what is the towel for?” I asked. She said “I have been thinking about this morning and I have been getting so horny today that when I got home, my panties were completely soaked and since I have been sitting here on the couch the wetness of my pussy would not stop and I had to put a towel underneath me to keep from ruining the couch.”

I walked over to her stood in front of her as she leaned in and took my cock into my mouth. I stopped her very quickly and said that before she does anything to me I would love to lick her and make her cum. She laid back on the couch, I knelt down on the floor and stared at the lovely pussy in front of me. She was very very wet and her clit was so engorged that as soon as my tongue lightly touched her pussy she let out a very loud moan. 

Tonight was going to be different. I started my ABC’s on her clit and before I got to the letter M, she had wrapped her legs around my head, her hands were on top of my head pushing my head further into her sex and the moans and groans of her going over the edge were rocking her so much that she stated later she almost passed out. As she released her legs from my head she looked down at me and saw that her cum was all over my face. As I knelt up she gave me a very nice kiss and then licked some her juices from my face.

As I stood up her hand reached down to my cock and with it so hard I knew that a couple of strokes and I would be cumming on her and the couch. She whispered in my ear “Please, please Mickey, I want you inside me now!”

I moved a little closer to her as she spread her legs to await my cock. She didn’t need any additional lubrication and my cock slid inside her very easily. Her hands were running over my back and every now and then her hands would reach down to my ass spreading my ass cheeks with her trying to get a finger near my asshole.  As I was moving inside her I would stop every now and then before I climax so that we would enjoy more intercourse time. As she and I talked what we would like to do next I kept on getting more excited because she was telling me things that I have never heard her say before like “Fuck me” or “Your cock feels so good right now” or “My pussy is still not satisfied yet”.

I could not long hold back and I felt the charge build from the bottom of my balls until I felt the tip of my cock explode with my cum entering her pussy. Unbelievable to me was at the same time I was cumming, she was cumming as well. After I cum, I like to stay inside a woman until my erection calms down and slips out of them. Finally my cock had become a little flaccid and she asked me to stand up, where upon she took my flaccid cock into her mouth licking both of our juices off of it and one hand was cupping my drained balls. 

I felt the finger move from under my balls to my asshole and then she did it again, her finger rested on my prostate. She started to massage my prostate and as she did so my cock started to become hard once again. She looked up at me and said “I want you to fuck me again, this time I want to do it doggie-style.” This is one position I like as well, especially when I am standing. She turned around, pointed her nice ass at me and as I guided my cock to her still hungry pussy, I felt her fingers massaging my balls. I reached down between her legs and started to rub her clit. We both were getting quite worked up and when she came I felt her pussy grab my dick with force. I could not hold back and I came again. We both felt like we were in a super workout session and were both wet with sweat, the towel was soaked and at that point didn’t feel like getting up, so we cuddled up and without supper that evening took a nice long nap with smiles on our faces.



Starting the Day Right Pt. 01



She was in the middle of rinsing the conditioner from her hair, enjoying the sensation of running her fingers through her tangle-free, chestnut locks. She was thinking about the previous night, eyes closed and smiling, remembering how it had felt to have held him deep inside her, her legs shaking afterwards, their shallow breaths gradually slowing down together. Her thoughts were thus pleasantly occupied when she heard an "Ahem" behind her. Her eyes snapped open at the quiet indication that she was no longer alone. She found herself staring at the object of her daydreaming, apparently standing in the tub with her.

"Wha—how—what are you doing in here?" Shocked at his sudden appearance, she automatically whipped around, facing the showerhead mounted on the wall and turning her back to him. "I thought you'd left for work already."

"You were taking an age and a half in here, babe, and I got things to do."

There was a pause.

"Seriously, Josh?" She looked back at him in disbelief.

"Yep. Could you scoot over, Kate?" He gently edged around her on the outside, brushing past the shower curtain and shifting her five foot eight frame easily along the length of the tub. There was so little space between them that she was essentially hugging the wall at one point, before realizing they had switched places -- he was now under the water, and she was where he had been.

She stood there dumbfounded, before managing to ask, "How did you get in here so quietly?"

Josh, washing his hair, languidly responded, blue eyes closed, "The door was unlocked, and you were singing Adele too loudly to hear me."

"Ah. Embarrassing."

"Not really -- you know I love your voice, babe." Kate blushed at the compliment, when it dawned on her that she was just watching him shower. And as much as she liked looking at all six foot three inches of him, she only let her eyes wander over his wide chest, and down to his strong legs, for a moment. She needed to finish what she came into the bathroom to do, so she turned around to the shower caddy attached to the wall behind her, and squeezing some body wash onto her loofah, began to wash herself. She had just started in on her arms when she felt hands encircle her waist.

"Let me do that," murmured Josh as he came up behind her. Evidently finished with his hair, he took the sponge from her.

"I thought you had things to do," she teased without turning around.

"They can wait." Her back still to him, he started soaping up her right arm, taking his time, starting at her shoulder and moving gently down towards her hand. He made sure to get each individual finger lathered. He moved onto the other arm, repeating the process. She had started giggling at first, amused at his intense concentration and thoroughness. But as he continued, she became aware of how he was making sure to touch every inch of her, and her laughter died away.

By now he had moved onto her back, making the transition from her shoulders. He was drawing lazy circles with the loofah in a downward spiral, while resting his left hand on her left hip, caressing it lightly.

In the middle of all this, he paused suddenly. "Your body never ceases to fascinate me," he said, almost contemplatively. He seemed to be talking to himself -- Kate barely heard him over the rushing water. But his words proved unnecessary for her to hear; his hands were the ones to emphasize his thoughts, as he ran them down her body from behind, from the sides of her breasts, inwardly to the curve of her waist, and out again over her wide hips. Then, just as suddenly as he'd started, he stopped, and went back to what he'd been doing before, the abrupt changes leaving Kate's body quivering.

After making sure he had gotten the entirety of her back, he stopped at her tailbone, and moved around to her stomach. He came up close behind her so that he could better reach her front, and she could feel him pressing against her ass. She gave a start, surprised at feeling the sudden hardness of him against her after all the soft touches, and began to ask, "Josh, are you—?"

"Shhh. I'm not finished, yet, Kate," he whispered in her ear, his lips brushing the outer rim.

What he had been doing so far had been pleasant. But knowing he was standing behind her, getting hard, pushed her past pleasant and turned her on. Now she was getting wet. His hands paused for a moment on her abdomen, drawing her attention back to them. He began moving up to her breasts. She inhaled sharply as she felt his left arm snake around her waist, making sure there was no space between her back and his chest now. She was only distracted by the movement for a moment before she felt the loofah begin to massage her breasts. She let out a small moan as the sensation of the material on her now sensitive skin shot through her. He focused on the taut peaks of her breasts, letting the semi-rough sponge brush against her in torturous ways.

"God I love your tits," he whispered, his eyes lowered to the ministrations of his hands. She sighed at the sound of his voice, his low words heating her skin. Unable to bear the pleasure, her arms rose over her head and behind his, sliding down his shoulders and gripping his neck and back. She started squirming, the intensity of the sensation climbing, the mere act of focusing becoming too much. She could feel herself getting more and more turned on. Her wetness began to slide down her thighs, and her body didn't seem to understand why she wasn't doing something about it. He seemed to sense her restlessness, and slowly decreased his rhythm, eventually sliding his hands down her stomach. She made a small sound of protest.

"Why are you stopping?" she asked, her voice thick with desire.

"You know why," he said slyly, turning her around. They were finally face-to-face, hers flushed, his calm and smiling.

He pushed her up against the wall, the shower still running to her right, and slid a hand down between her legs. She let out a moan, trying to grind up against him, loving his touch.

He chuckled before saying, "I don't think so, Kate. Not yet. Open your legs for me, baby." She looked up at him, her hazel eyes confused, trying to guess what he had in mind. He simply stared back at her, evidently keeping his ideas to himself. Kate decided that she didn't care -- whatever he had planned, she knew it would be pleasurable -- and, without looking away, inched her legs apart, bracing them against the tub wall behind him.

He smiled back at her, "Good girl." He leaned forward and kissed her deeply, one hand on her back, another behind her neck. His tongue slipped in her mouth, forcing it open, playfully sliding his with her own. She gripped his waist, her hands slippery, and began to subtly move them downwards.

He broke the kiss almost instantly. "Nice try," he said, and kissed her smartly on the mouth with a grin. He took her hands and slid them up her body, over her breasts, and above her head. He moved closer to her, and nuzzled her neck, kissing, licking, gently biting, and breathed, "Keep them up there, Kate, or I'm going to have to take drastic measures." She gasped at the feel of his teeth grazing her skin and his hot breath floating over her neck, and nodded at his words. He began edging downwards, kissing his way down her body. He paused at her breasts, taking a hard nipple into his mouth, jolting her body in surprise. But he only paused, giving the other nipple a lick before starting his way down again, his hands on either side of her body, accompanying his descent. By now he was crouched between her legs, and she felt his hands leave her.

She held herself perfectly still, waiting impatiently for what she knew was coming. But when she felt his touch again, it was on her legs. Confused, she looked down at him.

He had gone back to washing her.

She let out an unsteady breath, gritting her teeth. There was no way she was going to start begging. At least not yet. She began to think of when the most dignified time would be to start -- would immediately be too soon? -- when she glanced down again.

Josh was kneeling now, and the sight of him there between her legs was so arousing that she felt herself immediately react; the muscles from her legs up to her forearms tensed, and her hands clenched, itching to touch herself. But remembering his words, she managed to keep them above her head. His hands were moving up and down her legs, simultaneously lathering and caressing them. Irritatingly, he was once again completely focused on the cleansing process.

She hissed in frustration. She started counting in her head, attempting to distract herself from just how turned on she was. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe meditatively, as he seemed wholly engrossed in his task, and unconcerned that she was about to start strangling him if he didn't do something soon. What was even more agonizing was that the shower was hitting the lower half of her legs. So all the soap he was putting on her was just getting washed away, anyways. If she let him continue, it was just going to be a pointless, endless, repetitious, waste of—

"Open your eyes," she heard his voice drift through the haze of lust clouding her mind, and she looked down at him.

His mouth was an inch away from her pink pussy, his hands holding her hips. He exhaled, stirring the hair on her mound, the V shape serving almost as an arrow, pointing towards her exposed clit. She could feel the hot warmth of his breath hitting her slick pussy lips, and the sensation made her even wetter. Without breaking eye contact, he gave her a long, slow lick, all the way from the bottom of her opening to the hood of her clit.

The direct touch that she had been craving made her throw her head back in pleasure, and grab his head with both hands. Too late she remembered his threat from before about keeping her hands up, but he seemed to have forgotten all about it as he lost himself in her. He began to kiss and lick more earnestly, swirling his tongue feverishly around her clit. Her hips began to gyrate slightly against his grip, unable to stop themselves from moving in tandem to his rhythm. His tongue slipped lower, sliding around her labia, taking them into his mouth and sucking on them gently. Her fingers curled into his hair as her mouth opened in a silent cry, her face turned up towards the ceiling. He lapped at her, licked at her, and finally, pushed inside of her. The wet warmth of his tongue met the wet warmth of her pussy, and she could feel herself quickly climbing towards an orgasm.

"Oh God, Josh, don't stop, don't stop!" She managed to get out, the effort to speak almost being too much. She could feel him smile against her pussy, and he moved back up to her clit. She started grinding herself onto him, helpless against the pleasure flowing through her. Just as she thought it couldn't get anymore intense, she felt two of his fingers slide into her. She groaned, moving insistently now against his one restraining hand on her hip, as he quickened the pace of his fingers.

"Josh, I'm...I'm so...close...yes, right there..." she gasped.

"I want you to cum," he said against her clit. She looked down at him, meeting his eyes. "I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you, feel you shaking from the force of it. Cum for me, Kate. Cum..." He paused, his fingers never breaking their stride. "Now." Then, as he spoke that final word, he slipped another finger inside, stretching her, and filling her. She moaned louder, holding his mouth firmly against her as she felt his tongue continue it's flicking and sliding around her clit. His fingers went faster, and faster, fucking her harder, making the walls of her pussy tighten, and tighten, until she could feel herself right on the edge, knowing that in just a few more seconds, it was going to be too much.

And then it was.

"Josh! I'm—I'm cumming! Oh God!" She arched her back and felt herself clamp down around his fingers, and couldn't stop herself from moving up and down on his hand, her orgasm spreading from her pussy outwards until she felt it all the way from her curling toes to her tingling scalp. She could feel his fingers gradually slowing as they continued their stroking, even as she shuddered around them.

Eventually, she stopped jerking, her body still slightly twitching on his fingers as she rode out the aftershocks. He slowly withdrew his fingers, and gave her clit one final kiss, before rising up to stand in front of her. She was breathing heavily, her eyes still squeezed shut, and resting back against the tiled wall. He leaned in close, pushing his right leg between her thighs, offering some support for her shaky legs. The water, still running, coursed down their entangled limbs.

"Did you enjoy that?" He spoke into her shoulder, kissing her lightly. She could feel his erection pressing against her, and the thought made her aching pussy begin to throb again.

"You know I hate it when you ask a question you know the answer to," she breathed. She felt him smile against her skin.

"Humor me."

"Yes, I enjoyed it very much," she sighed. She opened her eyes and he raised his head, meeting her gaze. "I enjoyed it when you kissed my clit, I enjoyed it when you licked inside me, I enjoyed it when you fucked me with your fingers, I enjoyed it when—." 

"Okay, okay! I give in!" He stopped her. She had felt him getting harder when she had spoken. "You don't play fair, Kate," Josh said with a smile.

"And you do? How much time did you spend washing me, exactly?"

"Are you complaining?" He asked, eyebrow raised, his eyes wandering over her flushed body.

"No. Just...it was a really long time, Josh!"

"It really wasn't." She opened her mouth to argue, and then slowly closed it. 

"What?" He asked, seeming to catch the mischievous glint in her eye. Instead of responding, she smiled, and picked up the loofah where it lay forgotten at the bottom of the tub.

"Your turn."



Starting the Day Right Pt. 02



Author's Note: This story is a continuation of "Starting the Day Right Pt 1," so I'd recommend reading that first before reading this one. 

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"What do you mean, 'your turn'?" Josh asked slowly, eyeing the loofah Kate held. He was still standing with his back to the shower, rivulets of water winding their way down his shoulders and chest.

Kate was feeling the pulsating after-effects of the intense orgasm she'd just experienced. Josh had used his hands and his tongue to bring her to a climax that was almost too powerful for it to be just eight in the morning. She was even now trying to recover from the surprise of their shower, and trying to regain her composure, acutely aware that what had just happened had been all about her. She had certainly loved it, but she didn't want to be the only one having all the fun. He had just licked her into an orgasm, completely unprompted, and she had been too surprised to do anything in return -- she had simply enjoyed it. Kate was trying to think of how to get equal footing back in the situation, but she really just had no idea. And when in doubt...bravado's a good substitute for composure, right?

"What do you think I mean?" Kate replied, giving him a half-smile and taking a small step closer to him, shortening the distance between their bodies. Ideas of what she could do started trickling through her mind.

"I think you shouldn't play around with threats," Josh said, his blue eyes locked onto her hazel ones. "I really do need to get to work, you know."

"Firstly, that was hardly a threat. And secondly, you seemed pretty unconcerned about work thirty seconds ago," Kate pointed out. She squeezed a little body wash onto the sponge and began gliding it down his shoulders. She could feel his muscles tighten underneath her touch, and saw his eyes close.

"Kate," Josh began, hesitating. He took a breath, "Honestly? I just couldn't resist, once I got into the shower with you. But I seriously never meant to start this -- I thought I was just going to shower and get out." He opened his eyes and looked off past her head, remembering. "But you just looked so good. And I'm not sure why, but in the beginning, when you thought you were alone, and I was in here watching you, it just...really turned me on." He paused, thinking. "Maybe it was because I was witnessing this incredibly private moment, and once you realized I was here, you let me stay, and share it with you."

He turned his eyes onto hers, giving her a sheepish expression. "Okay, I didn't explain that very well, but do you know what I mean?"

While he'd been speaking, Kate had been washing his upper chest and arms with the sponge. But as he'd continued, she'd slowed down her movements, until she stopped entirely. She found herself just looking at him, both hands curved around his shoulders, an unreadable look on her face. But at his question, she started back into reality. Her arms tightened around him, and her hands slid up to caress his neck.

"You know I love you, right?" Kate asked quietly, looking up at him. Josh smiled down at her.

"Yeah, baby, I know," he said, his smile becoming a grin as he kissed her pointedly on her nose. He leaned down so his forehead touched hers. Kate closed her eyes, letting the warm water rush over their bodies as they stood together in their own little time bubble, embracing.

"I love you, too," he whispered. Kate smiled, eyes still shut. She didn't respond to his words, though. Instead, her eyes snapped open, and she pulled away, simultaneously beginning to go over his body with the loofah, giving him a hasty but thorough wash. "Kate? You okay?" Josh asked, trying to find her eyes, the sudden change in her movements startling him. He wanted to know what she was thinking in this suddenly vulnerable interlude.

"Mhm," Kate, unexpectedly business-like, focused on getting his body cleaned as quickly as possible.

"What's going on?" He winced as the material of the sponge scrubbed at him. "And do you need to be so rough?"

Kate paused in the middle of washing his legs, and stood up to face him, arms crossed. She had told him she loved him, yes, but what she wanted to say was just how much she loved him, right then, right there. His eyes unbelievably clear from the water; his lips pressed together in confusion; the line of his brow furrowed in concentration -- she loved all of it.

She didn't know how to put the thoughts into words, but maybe she could show him. Just...outside of the bathroom. Making up her mind, she took charge of the situation, hoping he would understand her need to be in control right now.

"Don't get me wrong, Josh -- I loved what we just did in this shower. But now I'm going to do this quickly, so that we can get the hell out of here and move to the fucking bedroom."

She grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. With the water hitting his chest, she ran the sponge over his back, focusing silently on her task. She heard nothing for a few seconds, before Josh murmured a quiet, "Oh."

"Yeah. So just hush for a second while I finish this," Kate responded briskly, hoping the authority she was desperately attempting to put into her voice was working. She thought sounding more in control might help in distracting herself from thinking about how much she wanted him.

She couldn't stop her thoughts, though, and so went back to her task with determination, flushing out the images that were rushing through her head. She finished washing him, and shoved him under the water, spinning him around so that all the soap slid off his body. She stopped once he was facing her again, his eyes trying to focus on her after all the spinning. Kate saw the uncertain confusion in his eyes and silently promised to show him exactly what he meant to her. She reached behind his back for the knob to shut off the water. She could feel herself begin to move faster, her movements almost becoming frantic, as her thoughts began to race. The anticipation of what they would do together was seeping into her mind, and her muscles. She yanked open the shower curtain and, stepping out of the tub, snatched a couple of towels off the rack. She threw one at his chest, and he caught it deftly.

She gave up trying to reign in her thoughts and just let them go. Where? The bed? The couch? The dresser? The floor? Different places, different settings, kept speeding through her head as she dried herself off. Her ideas and fantasies ran a little wild as she got lost in her thoughts. Habitually, she dried her hair while standing in front of the mirror, and this is what she ended up doing. She fell into her normal post-shower routine, though it was admittedly more hurried this time than any other before. Josh, five feet away from her, was done drying off, and had tossed the towel onto his shoulder. He stepped out of the tub and stood there, looking at Kate. Her eyes were slightly unfocused, staring into the steamed-up mirror, a dreamy smile on her face. His eyes wandered over her body, drawn almost immediately to her hands, which held the towel in front of her, reaching up to dry her hair. From there they traveled down to where he could see the tantalizing curve of her breasts, and his hands twitched, longing to cup them and feel the familiar softness. His eyes then followed the arch of her back down to her firm ass, continuing the line of sight down her strong legs. But they flicked back upwards, to her back; he could see the little droplets she had missed, trickling downwards. And upwards again, to the flush of heat on her cheeks -- whether it was from the hot water or from her recent orgasm was unclear. The steam created a little mist of condensation, just sitting on top of her smooth skin. He licked his lips.

Kate saw the flicker of his tongue out of the corner of her eye, and she turned her head, her eyes locking onto his. He smiled back at her, and she felt an immediate tightening in her abdomen as her heart started to beat a little faster. She grabbed his hand and started to lead him out of the bathroom, both of them leaving their damp towels bunched on the tiled floor.

The change in the air was instantaneous. The bathroom had been steamy and warm, and the bedroom was comparatively cold, though Kate hardly felt it. She stood there for a moment, gripping Josh's hand, standing just outside the bathroom door, and facing her dilemma. Where did she want to take him?

The bed looked inviting -- still unmade, it made her think of last night's activities, and how it was just open to whatever possibilities they could come up with. Her eyes flicked over to the cushiony chair in the corner, and an image of her riding him, going up and down on him while he gripped her ass, flashed briefly through her head. Then onto their low dresser; Kate sitting on top of it, legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he pounded into her again and again. She even looked at the bare wall close to one side of the bed, and thought of her hands braced against it, Josh thrusting into her from behind. She was getting a little lost in the possibilities when she felt Josh actually come up behind her, his arms encircling her waist.

"Kate?" He murmured in her ear.

"Yes?" She answered reflexively, her mind still trying to work out a decision. Her right arm automatically went up behind his head, caressing it.

"What're you doing, baby?" He whispered, his lips touching her ear.

"Trying to make a decision," Kate whispered back, curling her fingers into his hair, remembering what he'd been doing the last time she'd done this.

"About what?" His lips were moving down her neck, offering lazy kisses.

"About where I want you to fuck me." He stopped kissing her, and she felt his cock twitch behind her. He paused before responding.

"I'd personally very much appreciate it if you'd expedite the process in whatever way you can," he said slowly.

"I'll take your input into consideration," she replied just as carefully, giggling. She was still going through the options when something occurred to her. She untangled herself from his arms and walked over to the bed, placing herself at the foot of it and simply standing there confidently. She turned to him, and gestured to the bed behind her. Josh looked back at her, eyebrows raised, and sauntered over, putting himself between her and the bed.

"You beckoned?" He asked, one eyebrow raised teasingly, a sly smile on his lips.

She smiled back up at him, and put her hands on either side of his face, gently cradling it. His expression softened, and she felt her way down to his chest. Still smiling lovingly, she roughly shoved him backwards onto the bed. Josh's eyes widened and his mouth opened in surprise as he bounced on his back.

"Kate, wha—?" he started, trying to get up. She didn't let him finish his question, swiftly climbing up his torso, straddling him. He opened his mouth again, but before he could speak, she covered his lips with hers, kissing him deeply. His hands, gripping the sheets for balance before, now wound their way into her hair, holding her tightly against him. She kept kissing him, letting her tongue play with his, loving the feel of him against her stomach as proof of how much she could turn him on. Eventually she broke the kiss, gently pulling her head away from his.

"I made a decision," Kate said, lying down on his chest, her chin resting on her crossed arms.

"What about?" Josh asked, one of his hands still playing with her hair.

"Remember before? When I said I couldn't decide on where to go?" She closed her eyes briefly, enjoying his fingers running lightly over her scalp. The sensation sent tingles through her body, all the way down to her toes.

Josh paused, and then smiled. "Oh, right. Yes, well, I can see what you decided -- you chose the bed."

"Well, not really. I changed my mind about something." Kate said coyly, and started kissing his chest. She loved how sensitive her nipples would get when they were rubbed up against his body, and brushed them surreptitiously now against him while she spoke. She began to move her body suggestively against his, grinding, sliding downwards subtly.

"Changed your mind about what?" Josh asked, not really hearing her words so much as feeling her body on top of his.

"You'll find out," Kate said playfully, returning to covering his skin with kisses. Josh inhaled, about to speak again, but Kate's hand moved up and over his lips, covering them. When she was sure he got the message, she pulled her hand back. Josh stayed silent.

She continued moving lower, taking her time in kissing and licking him, flicking her tongue over his nipples, trailing down to circle his belly button before nudging his legs apart and settling between them, so she was level with his waist. She knelt there, sliding her hands to his thighs, stroking and caressing the thick muscle there. She eyed his cock, already hard for her, and she bit her lip in anticipation.

Then she kissed him.

That was all -- just a kiss, her lips closing gently around the very tip of his cock. She heard Josh sigh in pleasure and felt his head hit the bed. She began to kiss her way down the length of him, carefully keeping her tongue inside her mouth. She wanted to draw this out as much as possible, and she knew just how much he loved her tongue on him.

But, as she reached the base, she couldn't help herself, and gave a long, full lick from the bottom, all the way up to the head. He started in surprise before settling back into the bed, his hands gripping the sheets on either side of him. Kate kept kissing and licking, touching every inch of him with her wet lips. Then, when she had gotten her fill of his shaft, she gave the tip a slow lick, and began swirling her tongue around the head. He started to moan in pleasure and frustration.

"Kate, please...I—," Josh began, his head coming up off the bed to look down at her.

"Yes?" Kate asked innocently, looking into his eyes as she licked him.

"Please. I want to feel you," Josh said, gasping and closing his eyes as she continued to use her tongue on him.

"Look at me," Kate said, stopping. Josh's heavy lids opened, and his blue eyes stared down into Kate's. She smiled briefly, and without taking her eyes off of his, she slowly and deliberately took the tip completely into her mouth. Josh closed his eyes and dropped his head back with a moan, letting Kate fully take over. She turned back to the task at hand, and started moving her head slowly down his length, testing herself, trying to see how much of him she could fit inside her mouth. She could feel his thigh muscles tense under her hands, and she paused slightly, enjoying how much pleasure she was giving him, and how much power she had over him in that moment.

But she had hesitated too long, and now she could feel him getting restless beneath her, rocking his hips a bit, and grinding upwards into her. She pulled back, and he immediately propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at her. 

"Why are you stopping?" He asked through gritted teeth, the lust clear in his eyes. She just looked at him for a few seconds, taking in the view. His hair was mussed from tossing his head around; his eyes had gone a darker shade than their usual clear blue; his cheeks were redder than before; his chest was rising and falling rapidly. She smiled up at him, and slid her body upwards, making sure to get her face right in front of his.

"If you move, I'm going to stop," she said sweetly, speaking slowly and clearly. He looked at her in shock.

"What? What do you mean?"

"I mean," she began, using a finger to trace circles on his chest, feigning unconcern over the state she was putting him in. "If you lose control, I'm going to stop. If you start moving your hips, I'm going to stop. If you try to fuck my mouth, I'm going to stop."

"But...I can't stop myself from moving," Josh replied in disbelief.

"Oh, you can move your upper body, of course," Kate said, again nonchalantly. "But nothing below the waist." He was silent for a moment before responding.

"Why?"

Kate thought for a second, trying to form her desire into something he might understand. "I want this to be about me giving you pleasure. This isn't about you taking something you want from me. This is about me giving you something. It's a gift," she said softly, looking at her still moving finger on his chest rather than meeting his eyes. "I want you to cum, and I want it to be me making you cum, rather than you making yourself cum."

She ended still quieter, unsure how he would react. She felt a hand lift her chin up, forcing her gaze onto his. They looked at each other for a while, her words hanging in the air. Then his eyes dropped to her mouth, and he was kissing her -- passionately, craving her lips on his. He tried to make his kiss show her what he couldn't find the words to say.

She broke the kiss first, her breathing a little heavy. Then, without any preamble, she slid back down his body and slipped his cock back into her mouth. The suddenness with which she did this made Josh's body jerk, before his arms gave out and he collapsed back onto the bed.

Kate had had enough teasing; she wanted him to feel the way he had made her feel in the shower. She began moving her head up and down on him, faster and faster, sucking, flicking her tongue, covering his cock with her mouth, knowing and remembering exactly what he liked. She wanted to taste him, and feel him, and savor him. His thighs were rock-hard now, but she continued to caress and massage them.

"Oh God, Kate...don't stop," she heard him groan. "Baby, it's so...you're so...it feels so good."

She kept her rhythm going, bobbing up and down on his cock. But she took one hand and slid it onto the base, and began stroking in time with her sucking. She felt his body respond and, encouraged, she took her other hand and cupped his balls, teasing them. Josh was openly moaning now, getting louder as she continued her movements.

"Kate, oh my God, Kate, I'm so close, baby, I'm so close. God it feels so nice having your mouth on me -- feeling you licking me and tasting me and taking me into you. Don't stop, baby, please, you know what I like," he inhaled sharply as a wave a pleasure hit him. "You know what I want," he gasped out. She kept going, and she could feel his body getting tauter as she brought him closer and closer to his climax.

"Baby, I'm...I'm gonna...you're gonna make me..." he stammered, trying to speak through the pleasure. She wanted to get him there, to give him what he'd given her, and so she removed her hand from his cock and brought her mouth down as far as she could onto him. She heard him cry out her name, again and again, and then he was there. She felt his cum fill her mouth, and felt his body shudder over and over, and heard his voice gasp out.

His body was still shuddering when she slid him out of her mouth, leaving only the head inside. But she didn't move any further, and so when he looked down at her to see what she was waiting for, she made sure he was looking into her eyes when she slid him out completely, and swallowed.

Josh groaned at the sight, and slumped back down onto the bed. Kate crawled up his body, intending to curl into his side. But as she was doing this, Josh leaned forward slightly, and pulled her upwards until their faces were barely apart. Kate didn't have a chance to react before he claimed her mouth, kissing her, deeply, gently using his tongue to excite hers. Then, just as suddenly as he'd started, he stopped, and dropped his head back down, apparently exhausted.

Kate smiled, and slid off his body until she was laying half on his chest and half off on his left side, her left leg slung between his thighs. His right arm was flung out on the bed; the left he curled around her shoulders to pull her into him. She hugged his side, wanting to push herself as close to him as possible. She could feel Josh's chest rise and fall beneath her as his breathing began to return to normal. They were quiet for a bit, just enjoying the closeness of their bodies together on the bed.