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True Love

By: sexmate



Finally! This college semester was coming to an end; I would be graduating. My name is Jeff. I am a 22 year-old man. At 6’, 230 lbs, much to my dads chagrin, I am the biggest male in my family--ever. I am handsome in a rugged, outdoorsy way; but I do not give my looks much thought.

I was excited that school was finally over and I would begin another phase in my life. I would be staying with my older sister, Sherri. I say older, but she is only two years older than I. She is a very petite 5’2”, blue eyes with sandy brown hair with some blonde streaks. 

My sister is good looking with a smile that would brighten anyone’s day. She invited me to come out where she was living because of the excellent job market. She had found a job in her field almost immediately out of college. Our parents objected; mainly because they would then have two kids living about 800 miles away. I knew I would miss them, but had gotten used to being away from them at college for four years. 

My drive to Sherri’s place was uneventful. As I was checking addresses, I found her apartment building. I left my belongings in the car and went up to her door and rang the bell. I found myself filled with great anticipation as I waited for my sister to answer. My mind was racing through memories of us when we were kids. I hadn’t seen her since Christmas.

Just then the door flew open and she leapt into my arms in an instant, calling out my name and showering kisses all over the side of my face. Here I was, standing there with a smile from ear to ear with my beautiful sister’s butt in my hands and her 36C breasts pressed into my chest. (I must admit I felt a stir in my groin). She jumps down and I take in her beauty. She obviously had been cleaning.  She was wearing a pair of cut-off sweat pants that were so tight they left little to the imagination, with her teardrop butt proudly on display. Her top was a tee shirt tied in the front with no bra. Her nipples were as stiff as rock candy.  Sherri grabbed my hand and led me into her apartment. We talked for hours, catching up on each other’s lives. As we talked, my eyes worked her over. My god! She was beautiful! Her skin was perfect and had a richly toned bronze to it. She was obviously going to a tanning salon. Her breasts were as firm as overfilled water balloons; they bounced nicely when she laughed. I was starring into her blue eyes when I realized she was repeating my name. She was saying it over and over: 

“Jeff! Jeff! Jeff!” she called.

“Oh shit,” I thought, “I am totally busted.” When I finally acknowledged her she was smiling at me; she then leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I closed my eyes; time stood still. My heart was beating out of my chest. When I opened my eyes, the kiss was over; she was starring at me with a quizzical look. What she didn’t see, was the bulge in my shorts that was very obvious to anyone that was looking! I thought to myself, “Why is this happening to me? She is my sister! But god she was hot! And I realized that I had missed her terribly. Sherri broke the silence, saying,

Sherri broke the silence, saying, “I think we better get your things in out the car before it gets too late.” 

Still, she had a confused look on her face. I told her that it sounded like a good idea.

We settled in and I fell fast asleep. The next day we headed off so I could submit my resume around town. Later, after lunch at her apartment I asked my sister when she had to go to work. She said she didn’t. I looked at her puzzled. Sherri explained that she had taken the week off to be with me and to help me job-hunt. I looked at her with tears in my eyes.

She smiled and said, “ I love you Bro.” then leaned over and kissed me on the lips again. She looked at me and laughed. “Forget what it’s like to be kissed by a girl?” 

I must admit it has been about 4 years since my senior prom. I asked her if she had a boyfriend. She looked at me like I just slapped her. Tears welling up in her eyes, I obviously hit a raw nerve. I took her by the hand, stroking it to soothe what ever it was that had upset her.

Sherri took a few minutes to compose herself, then looked at me and said, “All the guy’s I have met are after one thing--a piece of ass!”

I felt guilty. I told her I was sorry she had not found love. Inside, however, I felt pissed and wanted to go out and kick every guy’s ass she ever met. “How dare they! Insensitive bastards!” I thought to myself. I knew how sensitive and caring my sister was and it tore me up inside to think of the guys trying to use her like that. She looked at me with that serious look she has.

And what she said next blew me away. “I can’t find anyone like you! You and I are so much alike. Sensitive, caring, funny.” 

I was tingling inside; I couldn’t find my voice. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips again. I was lost. My thoughts were racing around. “Oh my god!” I thought to myself, suddenly realizing that my sister was in love with me! My thoughts continue to swirl. “Why do I feel like this around her? She is my sister for god’s sake!” Then she kisses me again, I return her tentative kiss this time. I had butterflies in my stomach, my head was spinning, I am totally consumed by her. I then realize that I am in love with her too! I reach up and cup her left breast in my hand. She lets out a slight moan. Our kiss has now become a deep passionate one with our tongues sliding over each other. When our lips parted, our eyes opened. I see tears rolling down her cheeks like a dripping faucet. I ask her what’s wrong? 

She smiles and says, “I knew it!” I look into her eyes, my hand still on her breast, my cock now rock hard, hurting to be adjusted. But I am frozen in place trying to collect my thoughts. Sherri’s mouth moves, I cannot fathom what I hear. She repeats it

“I love you Jeff.”

My stomach is turning inside out. Still, starring into her eyes. I manage to croak out with a crackling voice, “I love you to sis.” Tears are rolling now not just from her but from me as well. Suddenly, we are passionately kissing, smearing our tears over each other’s faces. Tears are in our mouths, hair, nose; our faces are wet, as if we have run in from a rainstorm.

We gather ourselves; Sherri stands up taking me by the hand. I start to say something; she puts her index finger against my lips and leads me to her bedroom. My sister turns and kisses me again and I return it with a passion I had not known before now.

She whispers, “Help me get undressed.”

I take her shirt, unbuttoning it from bottom to top, sliding off her smooth shoulders. I unsnap her bra, letting the most luscious set of boobs free I have ever seen. The areolas are big with those rock candy nipples, I can hardly contain myself. The treats in front of me begged me lick them like an ice cream cone on a hot day.

I start to unbutton her shorts, but she stops me.

She whispers, “My turn.” She slowly unbuttons my shirt and I tilt my arms and let it fall to the floor. She embraces me pushing her tits into my chest; kissing the top of my chest down to my left nipple, running her tongue over it. 

Oh my god I feel like I am going to pass out. Sherri whispers “your turn.” I finish unbuttoning her shorts lifting her legs to let me slide them off. I then stand on my knees, put my thumbs in her g-string and slowly pull them down. I can smell her scent, it is intoxicating! My head is spinning, I feel like I am going to pass out again. I fall forward from the uneasiness with my nose burying itself in her pudenda. The smell is like that of expensive perfume. She is shaved except for a tusp of hair above her clit. I feel like I am going to cum any minute.

My sister then puts her hands on my shoulders to steady me and push me away. She whispers, “my turn,” I stand up on shaky legs as she unbuttons, then unzips my pants, lifting my legs so she can get them off. The bulge in my briefs is now very apparent. She runs her hand up and down my fabric-covered shaft. I was about to cum. Sherri stops. My knees weak, she grasps the waistband and slowly lowers them to the floor. She’s on her knees. I could feel her breath on my 7 ½” of steel. Sherri lowers her mouth over my throbbing manhood with her hand twisting around its base. Sherri’s tongue was licking around the swelled, purple head of my cock. Then she lowers her mouth down its shaft, repeating the steps over and over. My knees are weak and I am about to collapse, my mind is having trouble keeping them from buckling. Sherri’s left hand squeezed my balls, I let out one continuous moan “mmmmmmmmmmmmmm…..mmmm” I can’t stop it, I am cumming!

I cannot even talk to tell my sister that I am cumming. All I can do is moan. My semen is bursting into her mouth with force. I just moan while she is pumping my shaft, her lips never leaving the head of my cock. Spurt after spurt I shoot into her mouth. This orgasm is like none I have ever had. I collapse to my knees. I can no longer control my legs. Sherri wraps her arms around me waiting for my breathing to return to some normalcy. Sherri then kisses me pushing her tongue in my mouth. I can taste my cum. It’s too much, I pass out.

I open my eyes a minute later, I am on the bed she is stroking my face calling my name. I regain my thoughts, all I can mutter is “I love you.” 

She whispers back “I know.” 

Sherri tells me she had an orgasm too when I came in her mouth. She told me that had never happened before. She asks if I ever passed out during sex before. 

“No. I mean I never” My voice trailing off into silence.

Sherri asks, “Never had sex? Not even with Joan?” (My old high school sweetheart) I shake my head no. She says, “you’re a virgin?” I nod yes.

She holds me tight, pressing her fantastic tits into my chest again and gives me a wonderful full kiss.

Sherri whispers I never would have guessed. You are so handsome. I thought the college girls would be all over you.

My voice raspy, I say “None were my type.”

“So you never have any opportunities to have sex?”

“No. I didn’t feel the desire until now.” She looks into my eyes; they were telling her everything for which I couldn’t find the words..

I slowly prop myself up on my hands and I whisper “my turn”. I kissed her on the lips. I work my way down leaving a saliva trail running down her chin and down to each breast, with me kneading and sucking them, she was softly sighing now. I continued my kissing and licking down to the inside of my sister’s thighs. Her breathing was a little ragged now. I pulled her legs apart licking her like a dog lapping water. I circled her pink wet hole that was releasing a divine aroma, stabbing her with my tongue. My sister is shifting around some now saying,

“Yes, yes, yes!”

I am licking profusely now, dragging my tongue over her clit repeatedly. I finally reach up and slide two fingers into her wetness, she moans louder now and her breathing is totally ragged now as I run my fingers in and out of her at a blistering pace, with my tongue dancing on her engorged clit over and over. Sherri’s legs are tightening around my head pinning my ears against her thighs. I can feel her pulse beating rapidly. The faster I go, the faster her pulse gets.

She lets go screaming, “Cumming.! Cumming! Oh shit! Arghhhh!”. I lap at her clit till her breathing was like she just run the 40 yard dash. “Jeff, Jeff, Jeff, Jeff, stop, stop, stop, stop.” I stop. “Oh my god!” She whispered, breathing heavily.

I crawl up to her with her juices dripping of my chin. My goatee beard is just sopping wet, I kiss her like it’s the last time I’ll ever see her. Our tongues dance together like a practiced dance routine. We lay there starring into each other’s eyes, not saying a word. We are already talking with our eyes. Sentences being said without a word passing our lips.

My sister rolls me over. Straddling me, she reaches down and puts her hand around my cock putting it at the entrance of her vagina. She lowers herself down gently. My eyes roll to the back of my head. I think this is surely heaven on earth. Sherri’s tits are bouncing in front of my face, I reach up and put my hands on each one, smashing, kneading them pulling on her nipples. She is moaning now. I can’t believe the pleasure she is giving me. I tingle from the tip of my cock to the ends of my fingers and toes.

“Ohhhhhhh Sherrrrrrrrrri!” I growl. My dick feels like a baseball bat inside her. 

Sherri moans, “I’m so full!” She pumps her pussy up and down on my cock. The sheer pleasure is overwhelming.

I feel her pussy contracting around my cock it is just too much! She is orgasming. She emits a loud animalistic moan, “mmmmmmmm. Jeeeeeeeeeeefffffffffffff.” I can feel my balls tighten. 

I croak, “Cummmmmmmmmng.” She picks up the pace. I can hold out no longer, I cum, “RRRRAAAAAAA.” I bellow as I let loose the floodgates of my seed. 

She contracts again, I feel like my whole being is being released inside my sister as I cum spurt after spurt. I feel it bubbling out around the shaft of my cock as I continue to shoot my sperm deep inside her. Suddenly, she is like a dead weight on top of me. I am actually seeing stars from the force of my orgasm. I would have never believed that sex could be like this. My sister fainted as she was having her last orgasm I also momentarily lost touch as I pumped my last shots into her.

My sister finally came around as she lay on top of me. Looking into each other’s souls she weakly whispers “I love you” I finish saying it with her in unison. We fall asleep in each other’s arms. She on top of me, with me slowly softening inside her. I can feel my cum and her juices dripping on my balls as I drift off into the most contented sleep I have ever had.

As morning came she was still on top of me looking at me as I slept. As I cleared my head and focused my eyes. I hear her say the lovely words again.

“I love you.” I repeated them with a kiss. She whispers, “I never knew it could be like this,”

I said “Me either.”

That was five years ago. We now live as man and wife. We have a little boy from that first night of love. His name is Chance. He is beautiful in every way. We are expecting our second child in six months. I love to watch my sister grow rounded with my baby; it makes her sexier than ever. Our love for each other has never been stronger. We make love constantly. We repeat our first encounter every anniversary, and it never gets old.

Our parents have finally accepted our relationship. But only after Sherri gave them an ultimatum: “Accept us or leave our lives forever.” They finally understand our love cannot be broken.

The End

True Love



In passions embrace, Vix clinched tightly, her fingers grasp around the forearm of her lover. In a pendulum of swaying flesh their bodies mess. Breasts in swing and bounce hovered while grinding hips thrust.

Dim lit corner stone ornaments bare witness to the flowering of this feast, on desire's plate. Racing stripe colors of mod gray and black ripped around the room on deep blue walls and metallic silver trim outlining the change cubical and the placement plane.

"Yes Yes Yes!" Vix sounded as her feverish thrusts brought her to her destination. The delivery of her orgasm with the desired amount of warm cream. Like a push of a button on response Toppy released his warm soothing fluids deep inside Vix, in unison with hers. "Mmmmmmm," she purred.

Rolling back and sprawling out spent, Vix mustered up the words in a breathless tone, "Would you be a dear and get me something to drink. I am as parched as a desert neuron."

"Of course," Tobby replied, energetically springing to his feet and jetting off to the REF. Vix lay back in heavy breath and tired muscles regaining her strength. Her short black hair seemed up and spiked. Ruffed from the rolling she rolled to her side and retrieved a cigarillo. Laid back and clicked the mini-inferno and it flamed. Glowing was her face and hands around the fire puffing to begin her cherries delight.

"Here you are," Tobby sounded while bringing a tray with a beverage and some fruit chunks. Placing the tray on the placement plane and picking up the beverage. Walked to the bed's border with a huge plastered smile, handing the drink to Vix.

"Thank You," Vix absorbed the fluid in thirsty laps and settled into another draw from her cigarillo. Tobby stood watching, smiling. "You like to play with me Tobby?" Vix asked seductively. Her bare body shined against the dark sheets she lay upon. Statue toned skinned on a long slender body.

"I like what ever you like," Tobby replied.

"Do you like it when I ride the Tobby Comet?" Vix asked with a snicker.

"Yes I do," Tobby replied unmoved from his stance. Vix drew another puff from her cigarillo. The curling swirls of slivered smoke illuminated in the dim lit room. The blast of air out Vix's mouth releasing the white cloud into the air and over the bed like a fog.

"Would you be a dear and get the change cubical ready for me?" Vix asked in a lazy note. Snuggling deeper into the bed with a long hard stretch.

"Yes," Tobby replied and turned and walked to the change cubicle's opening and pressed the release button and the sliding door zipped out of sight in a quick dart behind the walls. The light came on automatically. "Are you going somewhere?" Asked Tobby.

"Yes, I'm going out. I told Casandran and Asterson I'd meet them at the Naut's Note Club for a few vermin busters," Vix snickered. The vermin busters usually left her with a headache the next day, a size 7 on the Richter scale, but she was sure to have a good time this night, mentally flying on the intoxication of the vermin brew.

"Why?" Tobby asked.

"Why what? Why am I going out?"

"Yes, Why are you going out?" Tobby repeated her line.

"Because it's Valentine's Day. The Day of lovers, I wouldn't mind finding Mr. Right. It's not to late you know, I'm still not over the hill yet." Vix rambled as she got up and went into the change cubical with a bottom bouncing motion. She ran her fingers along the selections of body suits then dress wear. "I'm still in search of True Love!" She said with her arm frilled out with the cigarillo's cherry glowing.

"True love?" Tobby repeated her words slightly confused.

"Yes ... true love," Vix pulled from the rack a dark chapped body glove with a slick leather like shine that V'd at the chest deeply. Struggling slightly to fit into the slick streamline outfit then turned her back towards Tobby. "Zip me."

Tobby reached out and pulled the fastener upward along Vix's back and secured the topnotch fastener. His slightly taller frame was towering over Vix when she spun around and danced back and forth to go around him.

"We're not going through this again, are we?" Vix barked as she shot passed Tobby in his fixed stance. She lowered her eyes and saw his hard cock protruding still. She paused then continued, "...and put that thing away and get dressed."

Tobby sulked and followed her into the great room like a long lost puppy. Vix was finding her foot wear and placing them on her heels when the uniphone rang.

"Hello, you have reached the residence of Lady Violet Boner, How may I help you?" Tobby answered. "Just one moment please."

Toby spun around towards Vix, "Mrs. Asterson requesting confirmation of your arrival and an estimated time frame of your appearance. How shall I rely?" Tobby asked.

"Yes, I'm on my way, I'll be there in 30 clicks of a ticker." Vix snickered.

"Ms. Vix replies ... Yes, I'm on my way, I'll be there in 30 ticks of a clicker. Shall I forward any other messages? No ... okay thank you and have a radiant day." Tobby turned with no more response. 

"I said 30 clicks of a ticker, Tobby. Why did you say 30 ticks of a clicker? Is there something wrong with your programming? I'm taking you in for an upgrade and virus detection tomorrow." Vix said then flashed past Tobby in her search for her universal phone and palm data keeper.

"I can only repeat what is told to me," Tobby replied with a fixed stare at Vix's haste in circle turns gathering her key cards and cling purse stuck it to her side and darted in front of the slivered mirror. A quick brush of her fingers through her hair and a lick of her finger then run a smoothing brush across her eye brows.

"I know this but you distinctly did not convey my exact words and this bothers me."

"Is this why you search for true love? I am not performing correctly?"

"Oh Honey, you perform very very well, you just did not repeat what I said exactly. Believe me there's nothing wrong with your equipment, it's the brain I'm worried about. Okay, your computer based main frame, I forget robots do not have a brain." Vix extinguished her cigarillo in a stone tray and turned to Tobby.

"I will strive to be more productive, I am capable of most house hold chores and a vast archive of entertainment and..." 

"I know, I know there's nothing wrong with your entertainment, okay Tobby, so chill out," Vix reached up and kissed Tobby's fleshed cheek. "I'll deal with this tomorrow, right now I'm late." Vix pressed the button and a vacuum sound swished as the door slide sideways. Turning she stopped and smiled, "Happy Valentine's Day Tobby." She said with a large grin.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Tobby replied as the door swished closed. Tobby stood there ... "I love you Vix." Tobby paused... "If this is true, isn't it true love?" In the still silence of the great room Tobby stood, motionless. The last rising sliver of smoke fizzled from the stone tray as the fire finally died out. 



True Love



This story is taken from real life. My (now deceased) wife just loved to tease me. I think back.   She, alone, had my trust and only for her would I abandon self-control, baring my soul and my nakedness in complete, utter surrender to the animal impulses of my desire. It gave her pleasure and I dedicated my life to gratifying her. 

Sometimes as I lie, naked in our bed, she would begin by throwing off all the covers; then using silk ties she would secure my wrists to the headboard and my feet to the posts. A final silk tie covered my eyes, leaving me in total darkness, vulnerable and helpless- but with an enormous hard-on waving in the air. I'd hear a rustle as she left me then water running and shortly after, the pad of her feet. 

I'd feel alive with anticipation. What next? Would it be the soft caress of her fingers on my chest? Would I feel her lips close on my incredibly sensitive nipples- followed by a lick across one of those selfsame nipples, which, she knew, could send me into orbits of wild desire? Would I feel her soft lips kissing and closing around the hypersensitive tip of my cock; just a hint of her tongue as it began its exquisite torture? 

Suddenly I'd feel the delicious warmth of the oil she had warmed, pouring over my cock, followed, quickly, by her incredibly soft hand and fingers. As she wrapped her hand around my cock, I'd strain to see through the blindfold, involuntarily thrusting into the heavenly pseudo-cunt of her hand. 

The pool of oil bathed my cock in a cocoon of near frictionless warmth. I would yearn to throw my hands around her in an embrace of all-consuming love and affection- yet I was powerless to do so because of my restraints. 

I'd exalt in the steel hardness and gigantic erection of my cock, knowing how delighted she would be by my extreme arousal. I'd try to picture the sight- a bound and blindfolded man closely observed by his naked wife. My inability to see allowed her to watch with no shame- to observe my feral, unadulterated, rampant craving- my total abandonment to hedonistic desire. 

I had to continue thrusting madly with my hips and my engorged cock. Suddenly, silently, and with no warning, she'd withdraw her hand. I'd thrust further, in a vain effort to find contact, but met only air. Was she silently amused by the desperate effort of my cock to seek release? Was she repelled by my base animal desire? Again, I could hear the rustle of her movement.   I began to gurgle- the depth of my desire made me incapable of forming words. I started to beg her for release. My madness was obvious; my desperation was so complete, that I'd say or do anything for relief. I found myself begging, "Please let me come, God!" The words stretched into a long drawn out wail. "Please. Please. Please." I screamed, "I love you, I love you. God, please let me fuck you. Please, oh God."

Silence ensued. Then I'd experience the exquisite feel of her touch as she lightly brushed the inside of my thigh. My thrusting continued and was met with more silence. In my blindness and false paralysis I thought I would go mad-- stark raving mad. 

  After what seemed an eternity, I could hear her movement and then feel her legs and knees at my hips as she straddled me from above. Holding my cock, she began to rub the tip and the shaft along the length of her pussy lips - back and forth, back and forth, along the whole length of her cunt, her lips caressed my shaft and sent waves of desire throughout my entire nerve system. 

I could feel her effort as she rose on her knees; then the exquisite moment when the head of my cock first touched her whiled she, ever so slowly, descended. It is a favorite memory-- that moment of initial penetration as my supersensitive cock was encased by the close fitting glove of her cunt. She slowly slid down on me, until I could feel the tip of my cock touch the farthest reach of her. That is fucking heaven. 

She'd begin to rise and fall as I would try to time my thrusts to match her movements. This was Holy Communion with my love, the time when we became as one to seek mutual, simultaneous pleasure. She'd lower her head toward my face and greedily smash her mouth against mine, inserting her tongue as she continued to grind in concert with my thrusts. 

She'd ask, "Are you close?" 

I would respond, "Not until you are ready." I could feel her hand on my groin as she furiously stroked her clitoris. 

Sliding in and out of her, I'd hear her exclaim, "I'm starting-- I'm going to cum." With a final burst of frantic thrusts, I'd feel the pressure build— then I'd explode-- spasms, gurgling, and jetting, muscles contracting, blackness. I always screamed at the top of my lungs even though there was no one to hear. 

Her grasp would tighten, as she held me for dear life, sliding down my body slippery from the streams of sweat that united us in our pleasure. All, then, would be quiet, save for the pounding of our hearts. 

The restraints binding my arms would then go slack and I'd wrap my arms around her with all my strength, seeking to crush her to my body and enfold her, hold her, always.



True Love



My name is Terri. My husband Matt and I have been married for 12 years. We are lucky enough to have two wonderful kids and satisfying, if demanding, jobs.

A few months ago, Matt was invited to give a presentation at a professional conference in Palm Springs, California. He works as a software developer, so the opportunity to speak to an audience of experts in his field was a big opportunity for him and we felt that it could be a real boost for his career.

He asked me to go with him on the trip. With both our jobs and family commitments, we haven't had a real vacation in five years -- not the two of us together alone, anyway. The conference was to be on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, and we planned to stay Thursday and Friday to sightsee and relax and then fly home on Saturday. Even though he would be busy at the conference and with preparing his presentation, he said, there would be plenty for me to do while he was busy, and then we'd have Wednesday night and all day Thursday and Friday to ourselves. The kids could stay with my sister.

It sounded ideal. We flew to Los Angeles on Sunday and then drove to Palm Springs. As we left the city, I was enchanted by the desert and the mountains. The highest mountains were white with snow, while it was warm and sunny in the valley.

We checked into an elegant resort hotel on a hillside overlooking Palm Springs. There were lots of activities: I spent the first day horseback riding and the second shopping. Tuesday night Matt mentioned that there was a spa at the resort and suggested I sign up for a massage. I decided to do so.

Late Wednesday morning I arrived at the spa for my appointment. I waited briefly in the waiting room and then looked up as I heard my name called. The receptionist introduced me to Hank, the masseur. 

As Hank led me to the massage room I couldn't help but noticing that he was a "hunk". Tall, muscular but not too much, and not an ounce of fat on his body. He was probably in his early 20's but carried himself with an assurance that made him seem older. His skin was lightly bronzed and his hair was crew cut blonde. He wore loose sweat pants and a cutoff T-shirt that did little to conceal his strong arm muscles.

Not that I was paying much attention. I'm not one to look at men other than my husband. I have been faithful to Matt since we began dating, and I'm sure he has been faithful to me. We have built a strong marriage on mutual trust, care and love, and I would be the last person to jeopardize this. Still, watching Hank walking in front of me, something within me stirred slightly.

Hank said he would leave the room while I undressed for my massage. I asked him what it was customary to wear. He said that most clients either wore bathing suits or bras and panties. "A few", he said, "prefer to go topless, because that gives me access to their entire back, but it's really up to you and depends on what you feel comfortable with." After that he left the room.

Since I had not brought a bathing suit, I stripped down to my bra and panties. I should describe myself. As I said, I'm 35 years old. I had a great body at 22 when I met Matt, but I've put on a few pounds. I'm still proud of my body, especially my large, high breasts, and Matt has never had any complaints.

Our sex life together has always been good. We don't make love as much these days as we used to when we were first married, but it's hard with children and careers to find the energy. But when we do have sex, it's usually wonderful, although not as intense as when we were first together and discovering each other and what we liked. But we know each other well (or so I thought) and are very good at giving each other pleasure.

Hank returned to the room. He had me lie face down on the table. He began rubbing oil into my back and then massaging it. We talked a little. I discovered that this was a part time job for him. He was a student at the local community college majoring in Computer Science. I told him he should meet my husband and that they would have lots to discuss.

After a while Hank suggested that it would be easier and less messy if I removed my bra strap. I agreed and reached around to do it. He said "relax. I'll do it," and undid it himself, letting the bra straps lie on the table. The massage continued. It was wonderful lying there with the sensuous pressure of his hands on my back. One or two times I might even have dozed off -- I was that relaxed.

Later Hank suggested that I roll over and he would massage my front. I carefully rolled over holding my loose bra on with my hands as I did so. I was now lying on my back with my bra loosely over my breasts. Hank began massaging my shoulders and sides, working around my bra. It continued to feel so good.

After a few minutes Hank said: "Some women like me to massage their breasts. I won't do it unless you feel comfortable with it. Remember, I'm a professional, and it's just a massage." Not having had many massages, I was somewhat surprised. I thought for a moment that I probably shouldn't, but everything else he had done was so pleasurable, I thought I should allow him to continue. 

"OK" I said. His hands continued the massage, working down from my shoulders along my sides and up, rubbing and caressing the sides of my breasts. Then he went back to the shoulders and down my front until he was massaging just the tops of my breasts. He still had not gone beyond the bra, which was still lying, loosely on my breasts. He continued in that manner for a while, first the sides, then the tops. Finally, he moved his hands over the bra and began softly massaging my breasts all over. I began to moan with pleasure. 

Something was happening. I was beginning to experience a sexual arousal that I had not had for a man other than my husband since I met him. I could feel my vagina becoming lubricated and wet and my nipples were hardening under his touch. I don't know what got into me, but I reached up and slowly pulled my bra off. Now I was lying topless and Hank, this stranger, was massaging my bare breasts. He ran his fingers around the aureole and across the top of the nipple, first of one breast then the other. Oh God, I thought. This feels so good.

Then he leaned over the table and took my left nipple into his mouth. I began to squirm on the table. I spread my legs, I'm sure my wetness down there was visible.

I pulled his head up and kissed him roughly on the lips. His hands kept working on my breasts. His tongue went into my mouth. I reached out and grabbed his waist and began to pull him toward me. I then ran my hand down the front of his sweat pants. I could feel his erection through the pants.

Suddenly, I realized what I was doing. I was about to make love to this stranger. What about Matt? I couldn't be doing this. 

I pulled my head away. "I'm sorry," I said. "This is wonderful, but I can't continue. I'm a married woman."

"I understand," he said. "Anyway, our hour is almost up."

I put my bra back on and got dressed. We talked a little more. The tension was very thick in that room. A part of me felt embarrassed and wanted to leave. A part of me was attracted to Hank and wanted to stay. Finally I said "Hank, I really enjoyed the massage. I'm sorry that I let things get a little out of hand. Is it possible that we could do another massage tomorrow -- just a massage?"

He grinned. "Sure," he said. "The only problem is that I'm not scheduled to work for the next two days." My heart dropped. I found myself really wanting to see him again. "I could come to your room tomorrow night," he said, "if that's OK with you and your husband. After all it's just a massage."

So we agreed that he would come to my room at 7:30 Thursday night.

That afternoon my moods went from one extreme to the other. Sometimes I would think of Hank, of his taut young body and how I had felt kissing him and being caressed by him. Sometimes I would feel completely guilty. I'm a good wife and mother, I thought, I shouldn't be having these feelings. Worst I felt guilty about how close I had come to being unfaithful -- to hurting Matt. He trusts me and loves me so much, I thought, and this is how I repay him.

At six Matt returned from the conference. His presentation had gone extremely well and he had spent several hours talking with people who had heard it. He was becoming known in his field and I was happy for him. But still I felt such guilt.

We went out to dinner to celebrate. I had a couple of drinks, something I rarely do when we're at home. At one point Matt said to me: "You look a little distant and distracted tonight, Terri. Is everything all right?"

At this point, all the guilt I had been feeling just overwhelmed me and I said "Oh, Matt, I feel so terrible. I almost did an awful thing today."

"What did you almost do?" he asked.

"I had a massage. I was very attracted to the masseur, and I almost had an affair. I love you and I don't want to hurt you. I'm so sorry."

There was a long silence. Finally Matt said, "I love you very much, Terri. If I ever lost you I don't know how I could live. I always thought our love could survive a lot, and it has."

There was another long pause. Then he said, "I'm grateful that you told me about this. And that you didn't go through with it. But I need to know how you are feeling right now before I can know what to think. Do you love him?"

"Of course not, " I said. "I only met him today."

"But you are attracted to him."

"Yes."

"If you had an affair with him, would you want to leave me?"

"No. I'm sure I wouldn't. You and the children are too important to me. I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize the life I have. That's ultimately why nothing happened today, I think."

Another long pause. He said, "You want to know something strange? Hearing you talk about him and being attracted to him makes me see you in a new light. You seem sexier -- more beautiful tonight than I've seen you in years. Maybe it's because I suddenly find I have competition, but I find you so desirable that I'd like to go back to the room, rip your clothes off, and make passionate love with you."

My mouth must have dropped open wide. I was astonished. And what was most surprising was I, too, felt suddenly and completely turned on. So we paid the check, practically ran back to the room, and had some of the best sex we had had in months.

As we were lying together after making love, I said: "I haven't seen you this randy in a long time. Wow. What happened?"

He thought for a while. "It's strange," he said, "but the thought of you having an affair is very erotic."

"Do you mean you want me to have an affair?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said. "I don't know how I'd feel if you did, but the possibility right now I'm finding very arousing."

At this point he pulled me over to him and began kissing him. I too was beginning to feel aroused.

I probably shouldn't have, but I said: "Well, I made another appointment with Hank for a massage tomorrow night."

"Oh?"

"Do you think I should go through with it?"

"Why don't you tell me more about him and how you feel about him." So I did. I told him about Hank's massaging my breasts during the massage and how good that felt. As I was talking, Matt was massaging my breasts. Then I told him about kissing Hank. At that point Matt kissed me and we kissed for the longest time.

"So that was as far as it went?" Matt finally asked.

"Yes. I think that if I hadn't stopped things right then we would have made love. I was at the point where I didn't have much resistance.

"Thank you for telling me all this," he said. And then we made love, slowly and for a long time. As we lay in the second afterglow of the evening, he said, "I think you should go ahead and keep your appointment tomorrow."

"Oh, Matt," I said, "you must really love me a lot to say that."

"I do," he said. "More than you will ever know. Do you think you'll do it?"

"I don't know," I said. "I need to sleep on it."

The next day was filled with tension. I knew Hank was coming to the room at 7:30 that night. I didn't know whether I wanted what was probably inevitable if I didn't cancel the appointment. I had fantasies about what it would be like making love with Hank, but at other times I felt afraid. Would I feel the same way about my wonderful husband and family if I went through with it? Was I getting into something I couldn't handle? Would I become a slut, addicted to sex? Irrational fears, perhaps, but I still felt them.

Several times during the morning, I asked Matt if he was sure that it was all right if I went ahead with meeting Hank. He consistently gave me the same answer: that if I wanted to, he wanted me to. Still I was unsure.

Matt left at noon to play golf. I went into town and had a light lunch at an outdoor cafe. Then I browsed through a few of the neighboring stores. One store sold lingerie. On impulse, I bought a pair of black lace, semi-transparent panties and a matching bra. I stuffed them into my shopping bag and returned to our room.

The afternoon passed slowly. At five, Matt returned from his golf game. We went out to have a light dinner at the hotel bar. Uncharacteristically for me, I had two champagne cocktails.

"I've reached a decision," I said.

"What is it?"

"I want to go through with it", I said, "but I want you to be there."

"Why?" he asked.

"A lot of reasons," I said. "What if he does something I don't want, like I change my mind and he tries to rape me."

"The way you've described him, I doubt if I'd be any help fighting him off," Matt said.

"I'd just feel more secure with you there. Not only do I love you, you're my best friend."

"I don't know if I could watch you and him make love," Matt said. "It would be hard enough just knowing that you had. And yet, a part of me finds that very erotic and would like to watch. If you really want me to, I'll do it."

So we went back to the room. I took a long, hot shower, then changed into my new panties and bra. I put on one of the hotel's terrycloth bathrobes over the outfit and then walked out into the room.

Matt had dimmed most of the lights. He had also ordered two bottles of champagne from room service which had arrived while I was in the shower. He poured me a glass, handed it to me, clinked it against mine, and said, "Whatever happens tonight, I just want you to know I love you very much." 

I walked over to him, put my arms around him, and held him close. "Thank you," I said. "I don't know what will happen, either, but I love you, too, and I always will."

We kissed. A long, loving kiss. I almost felt like a teenager. I felt aroused, excited, in love. There were butterflies in my stomach.

There was a knock at the door. I went over and opened it. There was Hank with a large bag with his massage oils and other equipment. He looked inquisitively at my husband.

I introduced them. I said, "Hank, my husband knows what happened and almost happened yesterday. I asked him to be here tonight." Matt offered Hank a glass of champagne, which he gratefully accepted.

"That's OK," said Hank. "Let's get to work."

I lay down on the bed, still in my terry cloth robe. I don't know why, but I felt very shy. My husband came over and started to undo the robe's belt. He gently spread the sides of the robe apart, revealing me in my skimpy outfit. I could feel Hank's eyes and Matt's looking at me. I had never been so self-conscious of my body, but then again, I had never before been nearly naked in front of two men.

I shrugged the robe the rest of the way off and turned and lay face down on the bed. Hank unpacked the oils from his bag and placed them on the bed table. He began to massage my back, working his way from the shoulders down to just above the bra strap. "Do you mind if I undo this?" he asked.

"No," I said, "that would be nice." He undid the strap and let the bra straps lie on the bed. He continued to massage my back, occasionally rubbing oil. I began to relax. At one point he had worked his way down to my hips and was putting quite a bit of pressure on them. It felt really good! Then he began to caress my ass cheeks. I felt his fingers lightly touching my legs, just below my panties. First he kneaded the outside of my legs. Gradually he worked inward until he was massaging the inside of my thighs. His fingers were an inch or less from my pussy, which by now was throbbing and dripping with desire. I'm sure he could feel my heat.

It was tantalizing. It felt so good. A part of me wanted to make love with Hank. Another part was content to lie there feeling his hands on my body and wanted this feeling to last forever.

Then Hank said, "Time to do your front." I rolled over. This time I didn't even bother to cover my breasts with the bra. As I rolled over, they came free, and I threw the bra to the side of the bed so I could lie on my back, topless. My eyes were closed. There was a long minute of silence and I could feel the two men looking at me. Then Hank resumed the massage. He started at my shoulders, and like the day before moved his hands slowly down my sides until they just touched the sides of my breasts. Then he moved back up to the shoulders and moved his hands down until they were just above the tops of my breasts. He did this again and again, first the sides, then the tops. Tantalizing me. Finally, when I thought I could take no more, he began caressing my full breasts. His fingers rubbed my nipples in a circular motion.

That was all it took. I had been moaning for a while, and now I felt the buildup of my first orgasm of the night. It took all I had to keep from screaming, it was so intense.

Hank continued his massage throughout my orgasm. It seemed that I would get no respite, but that was OK. I could go on like this all night.

Hank turned to my husband who was watching avidly. "Why don't you continue with her breasts," he said to him, "while I move lower." Matt was hardly able to speak. As he stood, I could see he had a huge erection. He walked over to the bed. And now I felt my husband's familiar hands on my breasts, but they felt good.

Meanwhile, Hank had moved his hands down to my hips and was massaging their sides and moving down to my upper thighs. Every so often he would move to the inside of my legs. Once and a while I could feel a finger brush against my panties.

Again, no one seemed to be in a hurry. We continued like that for quite a while: my husband caressing and massaging my breasts, Hank tantalizing my lower body. Finally he said, "Do you mind if I take off your panties."

"Please," I gasped. I raised my hips as he gently pulled my panties down. I felt them go down my legs, and then I was completely naked. I looked up at Hank. He was looking down at me and particularly at my pussy. "You're beautiful," he said. "She is," my husband agreed.

Then Hank began to massage my legs and hips again. Every few strokes his fingers would rub against my clitoris. I was becoming incredibly turned on. Suddenly I felt the start of another orgasm.

"You're not only beautiful, you're really hot," said Hank. All I could do was hold on through another incredible orgasm. I had never experienced anything so intense.

Hank leaned over and began to lick my pussy. It felt so good. By now one orgasm pretty much drifted into the next. No sooner did one end than another began. I was moaning and squirming. 

Matt was still stroking my breasts. I looked up at him. He smiled, then leaned down and kissed me on the lips. Then he began kissing my breasts, rubbing his tongue around my nipples and aureoles. I almost fainted. I had never felt such pleasure.

Through my reverie I became aware that something was changing. I was no longer being caressed by both my lovers. I looked up and saw Hank taking his clothes off. First he took off his shirt and I could see the perfectly defined chest and stomach. Then his pants. Finally his briefs. His penis was about the same size as Matt's, perhaps 8 inches, but somewhat thicker. Seeing Hank naked was one of the most beautiful sights I've ever beheld.




True Love



I knew now that there was no turning back. But I wouldn't have wanted to if I could. My husband stepped aside as Hank came to the bed. He kissed me, and I felt his body come along side of mine. I cold feel the hard pressure of his erection against my hips. He hugged me as we kissed and ran his hands over my entire body. I was his.

I lay back and spread my legs. I felt him move over me. I felt the end of his penis against my pussy lips. Then he began to penetrate. I could feel the pressure as he slowly moved up my vaginal canal. Slowly he entered me and slowly he moved in and out. My hands were on his tight butt feeling it rise and fall with a steadily increasing rhythm. I could feel his chest against my breasts.

As we were fucking, we kept kissing. It was incredible. A long kiss. A long fuck. All in one. I resumed my pattern of climaxing almost continuously. I could feel the juices from my pussy as they seemed to gush all over the bed. I could feel his cock as it moved in and out. At the end of each stroke he reached the end of my canal, and I could feel the head of his penis up against my cervix.

Hank began to move into me more and more quickly. I could tell he was nearing his climax. I wanted to do something to show him how much I appreciated the pleasure he was giving me. I reached my hand down from his but to his scrotum and gently touched his balls. Then I moved my fingers up and caressed his ass hole. 

That seemed to do the trick. I could feel the pressure as he exploded into me. He came and came. It seemed as though his orgasm would last forever. I could feel his cum as it flowed up into my cervix. I hadn't given a thought to protection. Dimly through my haze a part of me wondered, am I pregnant? But, satisfied as I was -- drugged, almost, with the pleasure of the experience -- it didn't seem to matter.

Finally we lay there locked together, still and quiet. I kissed him. He kissed me. My husband is a wonderful lover, but Hank was equally good in a different way. There is something about the unfamiliarity, the excitement of discovering someone new. I certainly had never had more pleasure (or more orgasms) in a single night.

After a while, Hank pulled out of me slowly. I could feel that his penis was softer -- not fully erect. I bent down and took it in my mouth. I could taste his sperm mixed with my juices. I began to move my tongue around the head of his penis. Hank lay back and groaned with pleasure.

"Thank you, Hank," I said. "That was wonderful. Is there anything I can do for you? Something special?"

"Just keep doing what you're doing," he said.

So I did. Little by little I could see and feel his cock getting harder as I continued to lick and suck it. I was completely oblivious to anything except Hank and his cock, and I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had given me.

At that moment I felt hands on my hips. Matt, whom I had momentarily forgotten, had come to the bed and lay next to me. He began rubbing my hips, my sides, and then reached up and caressed my breasts. I began to feel the stirrings of more arousal. Really! How much can one woman stand?

As I continued to work on Hank's penis, I could taste drops of pre-cum oozing out of it. I could tell he was very aroused. I moved up and whispered in his ear: "Do you want me to suck you some more, or do you want to fuck?" I couldn't believe my own wantonness.

He said in a soft voice: "I want to make love with you again. I love the way you feel. I love your body and how it feels when I'm inside you."

"Lie back and let me do it," I said. I raised myself up and kneeled with one knee on each side of his hips. I felt Matt behind me get up and leave the bed. As he did, I could feel his lips brush my shoulders with a gentle kiss.

I squatted down and with my hand placed the end of Hank's cock in my vagina. Then, very slowly, I lowered my body onto him, feeling his cock penetrate me like a searing spear. Like the slut I was fast becoming I felt myself on the verge of still another orgasm.

We stayed in that position for a while with very little movement. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me and it seemed to fill me as completely as I had ever been filled. It felt complete. I didn't want to move or for this moment ever to end.

Hank reached up and placed his hands on my shoulders. He began stroking them very tenderly. Still neither of us moved much. I never realized that shoulders were an erogenous zone, but maybe my entire body was one large g-spot.

Hank moved his hands down and began to lightly caress my breasts. After a while he bent his head up and took first the left nipple, then the right, in his mouth and sucked them softly. I moaned.

Suddenly a huge orgasm came crashing over me. We still weren't moving much, but I felt the walls of my vagina contract and release dozens of times. I flung my head back and moaned. Finally, after what seemed like hours, it ended, and exhausted I lowered my upper body on Hank's chest. We lay there, coupled, our arms around each other, cuddling, relaxing, enjoying each other.

I began feeling a pulsing in Hank's cock. Then, fractions of inches at a time, I felt it move up and back in my vagina. Slowly Hank began building the rhythm. I raised myself up a little to give him a better angle and found that this increased my ability to feel the delicious friction of his cock within my vagina.

What an incredible lover Hank is! He kept this beautiful motion, kept massaging my shoulders and breasts, and kept murmuring to me: "You're beautiful.", "I love making love with you.", "You feel so good.", "You're so beautiful."

Again, another climax for me. How many now? I didn't know or care. Ten thousand at least.

I reached down and felt the place where his cock joined my vagina. I found a place where I could put my fingers along the side of his cock as it entered me and could also brush against my inflamed clitoris. This action seemed to hasten his (and my) urgency. Hank began pumping into me with faster and harder strokes.

Oh, it felt good! I had never experienced anything like it. I was in heaven.

Finally, with a groan that was almost a shout, Hank began to climax. At the same time I began my umpteenth orgasm. We climaxed together, but this was unlike any orgasm I have ever experienced. It went on for what seemed like forever. It didn't end, either for him or for me. It was as if time stood still.

Hank must have shot a gallon of his sperm into my cunt. I could feel the slippery liquid the entire length of my channel and running down through my pubic hair along my thighs and down to where I knelt on the bed. Finally, he stopped spurting, I stopped cumming, and we collapsed together.

Minutes went by and there was nothing but the sound of our breathing, gradually lessening.

Finally, I said, "Wow!"

He said, "That was incredible for me." He kissed me.

We lay together some more. I was luxuriating in the feelings and letting myself really experience them. Suddenly it occurred to me: I'm in love. I haven't felt like this in years. 

Yes, I was sure of it now. It was the feeling of first infatuation, that wonderful feeling I used to get when I had a crush on someone in high school or college, and I last felt for Matt. That, plus I felt totally, completely sexually satisfied. Afterglow, infatuation, love, all together. It doesn't get much better than this.

"I hate to say it," said Hank, "but I have to go soon."

Suddenly, I was overcome by another feeling I hadn't had in a long time: jealousy. Where and why did he have to go? Did he have a girl friend, a wife? I knew very little about him and was surprised to find I wanted to know more, and, more than that, wanted him for myself.

I was partially relieved by his next statement: "It's after midnight, and I have a 7:30 class in the morning."

We relaxed our embrace. He rolled out from under me, sat up on the bed, then stood up. In the dim light I admired his body, his tight well-defined chest, his hard buns, his muscled legs. His penis, limp now, but still enlarged, hung down in front of him, but it still looked beautiful to me.

As he got dressed, I looked over and noticed Matt, still sitting by the chair on the other side of the bedroom. As Hank began to collect his oils and place them in his bag, Matt got up, stood next to Hank, and said something in a low voice that I wasn't able to hear. The two of them walked together out of the bedroom, and then I heard the door to the hall open and close.

"Matt?" I said. There was no answer. 

A moment or two later, I heard a key in the outside door and then the sound of it opening and Matt walking in. What had the two of them been doing in the hall?

Matt entered the bedroom. I had pulled the covers up over my naked body. It was hard to find a place to lie in the bed that wasn't wet from Hank's cum and/or mine.

I felt a flurry of conflicting emotions. Shame at my wantonness. Still a vestige of the love and attraction I had been feeling for Hank a few minutes ago. And here was my husband, the man I supposedly loved, the father of my children. How did I feel about him? It wasn't the same love I had been feeling for Hank, but I still loved him. 

Was he angry with me? Was our marriage over? I felt fear. I didn't know what I wanted. A part of me had a vague fantasy of living with Hank forever; a part of me had the distant realization that I had a home and family that I had worked very hard to build and didn't want to give up. I was very confused.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi, yourself."

There was a long silence.

"I don't know what to say," I said.

"Then I'll say something," he said. "It was very intense and very beautiful watching the two of you. I've never seen anything nearly so arousing. I felt a bit uncomfortable, as though I was intruding on your privacy."

"After a while, I wasn't really aware that you were here," I said, "and I don't think Hank was either. I think we both really got carried away."

"I guess that was one of the risks in doing this. But how do you feel? You obviously enjoyed yourself."

"I guess I didn't expect it would be this good. You hear stories about women who have affairs, and it all seems a little sordid, but this wasn't. It was beautiful."

"It almost seemed as though you two were in love. That was some of what was so beautiful and so intense -- and so scary."

I realized that Matt had been standing uneasily in the doorway to the bedroom. He was still completely dressed. I began to feel sorry for him. What had it been like for him to see his wife making love with another man? Not once but twice. And with such obvious passion and emotion. "Please don't stand there," I said. "Come here. Sit on the bed."

He did. I sat up next to him and put my arms around him, the bedclothes still around me. For a while it was just me hugging him. Then he put his arms around me. I kissed him. His kiss was unresponsive at first. Finally he opened his mouth and I felt his tongue.

"I love you very much," he said. "Watching the two of you was very scary for me -- much more than I ever would have imagined. I realized how much I want you and was afraid I would lose you."

I held him tighter. "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't know it was going to be like this. I never meant to hurt you."

"Don't forget that I agreed to this whole thing. And there were parts, as I've said, that were tremendously exciting and erotic. I'm still somewhat aroused."

"Poor boy," I said. "You watched Hank and me get our satisfaction, and you didn't get any. Would you like to make love with me."

"Do you want me to?" he asked.

"Yes, very much." I realized as I said it, that I really did. This was my husband. I loved him, but it was a different love than I had been feeling for Hank. Could it be possible that a woman could love more than one man? I had never thought so, but now I was beginning to doubt my previous convictions.

I lay back on the bed and threw the bedclothes aside. I must have looked awful: hair probably in disarray, sweat all over me, my pubic hair and skin damp with Hank's cum.

Suddenly Matt was all over me. His hands explored my body: breasts, hips, thighs, pussy. Urgently. Almost desperately.

I pulled his face to mine. "Slowly," I said. "There's no rush. Let's relax and enjoy each other."

I began unbuttoning his shirt. He lay back. He let me undress him. He lifted his hips as I undid his pants and worked them down over the large bulge. I began kissing his body. His chest. His nipples. His stomach. Finally his penis. It was hugely erect. In fact, it seemed much larger than I had ever seen it before.

I began to take his penis in my mouth. I began to lick it and move my tongue all around its head. I kissed it, then sucked it, then tongued it, and then repeated the whole process.

A moment later he pulled his penis away from me. "If you keep that up, I'll cum all over your face."

"That's OK," I said.

"No, I want to fuck you. But first, I want to do something else."

At this point he kissed me, perhaps a bit roughly. Then he moved his mouth down on my breasts and began sucking my nipples. I was aware, and I'm sure that he was also, that he was exactly where and doing exactly what Hank had been doing to me a few hours ago.

As he worked on my breasts, I could feel his hand go down to my hips and then around to my pubic mound. I knew that he was able to feel the cum that Hank had left there. Suddenly Matt began moving his head down my body, kissing and licking my stomach, and then below. Finally he got to my vagina. I knew he must be tasting my juices and Hank's, but that did not seem to slow his ardor. And as for me, I was becoming aroused again. I could feel more juices flowing from my cunt; my nipples were hardening again. This was the first time in my life that I had ever been intimate with two men in one night, and I was finding that I apparently liked it!

Matt pulled himself up onto me, and I could feel his cock entering my vagina. I expected to be sore, but to my surprise, I wasn't. Matt began thrusting deeply within me and I began responding. My arms were around his body and I kissed his chest. I began to suck on his nipples as he continued to fuck me deeply.

It wasn't long before he ejaculated within me. It was a powerful, strong, and short climax.

We lay together for a few minutes. "I love you," he said. 

"I know," I said. "You really must. And I love you too."

"You don't want to run away with Hank?"

"It's tempting," I said. "It was great with him, but it's always been great with you. I'm very lucky that I could have you both."

"Do you want to make love with him again?" Matt asked.

"Maybe," I said, "but there are a lot of if''s. I don't know that he would want me again or that you would want me to or whether I should."

"I don't think there's any doubt he'd want to again. I think he's very taken with you. As for me, I'm not sure I want you to, but I want you to be happy. If you want to make love with Hank again, I certainly wouldn't stand in the way."

"You're wonderful," I said. "I'm really lucky to have you as a husband. Most men wouldn't dream of giving their wives such freedom. Whatever happens, I don't want to hurt you."

"Incidentally," I asked, "what were the two of you doing in the hall?"

"We talked a little," Matt said. There was a smile on his face. "I asked him if he was free for another 'massage' tomorrow night."

I felt a tingle between my legs. Oh my God! It was going to happen again. I was going to see Hank again. And make love with him. And it was all right with Matt. I felt a rush of excitement and arousal. I could barely say: "And what was his answer?"

"He said he'd be here at 7:30."

"Good," I said. "He gives good massages."

My husband smiled and then kissed me again. "Enjoy," he said. "I don't think, however, that I'm going to be there tomorrow night. The two of you should be alone together."

"OK," I said.

So Hank and I got together the next night, my last night in California. It was incredible, I'll write about it in detail at another time. Suffice it to say, that we both experienced pleasure even more intense than our first time. As we got to know each other better, and were more comfortable with each other, it got better and better. We tried new things, some things I had never imagined, some things that my husband and I had never done. I continued to have record numbers of orgasms, and he was not far behind. 

Matt had gone to a bar and left us alone. After Hank and I had made love for several hours we fell asleep together and only woke up when Matt returned, a little tipsy from drinking alone for six or seven hours.

Matt and I went home the next day. We settled back into our old routines, although I've noticed that we make love a lot more often than we did before our trip. That's one apparent benefit. Another is that it turned out that I wasn't pregnant. Lucky! I'm not sure how I would have handled that or what I would have done. I'm glad I didn't have to deal with it.

If I ever have another affair, I'm going to have to do something about birth control.

I think about Hank from time to time. It was a wonderful experience, and I'm glad I had it, although sometimes I feel a little guilty. Not rational, I know, but I do. Matt and I almost never discuss what happened in California, but I know when we make love, he's thinking about Hank, and I do too, sometimes.

Then last week Matt dropped a bomb. It seems that one of the things he and Hank talked about in the hall that night (and never told me about) was the possibility that Hank might work for Matt's company as an intern during his summer vacation. Last week Hank called, asked if the offer was still open, and was told that it was. So he's going to be living in our town, working at my husband's company.

I'm not sure how I feel about this development. A part of me is very excited about seeing Hank again. To be very frank, I get extremely aroused at the thought of getting him into bed again.

At the same time, that first time was a "vacation" -- a one-time thing (OK, a two-time thing), or so I've been telling myself. I haven't been unfaithful to Matt before or since, and aside from daydreaming about Hank occasionally, haven't had the urge to. But now, suddenly, there is renewed possibility and I'm realizing that my tightly constrained emotions haven't really left me. I'm excited, aroused, even a bit in love again -- all these emotions that I've put the lid on for several months are suddenly bubbling up again.

What's going to happen? I don't know. I'm not sure what I want. I'm not sure what Matt wants. I'm not sure what Hank wants.

I wish I had less of a conscience. It would be nice to blithely sleep with whoever I want and not feel attachments or guilt. But I guess I'll never be capable of doing that.

So I sat down to write this story to try to connect with the emotions I felt in California when this all began and to try to sort out my options and my feelings. Has it helped? I'm not sure. I do know that I'm attracted to Hank. Let's not kid ourselves. If I have the opportunity, I'll go to bed with him and fuck him silly. But I also love Matt, although it's not the hot, burning emotion I feel for Hank. I'm a bit afraid that I'll risk losing Matt and my family.

So I'm not sure how this story is going to end. Stay tuned. I may have to write another installment when I know what happens next.



True Love



"Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends."

(2 Corinthians 13:7-8) 

"Mommy, tev me another story!" Alicia demanded, pulling her blanket up to her chin, and fixing her mother with her large, expressive eyes.

"But I've told you so many already!" her mother exclaimed, tucking back a strand of hair from Alicia's face. 

"Pwease?" Alicia begged, with all the innocence of a three year old. 

"Oh, okay then," her mother relented, and opened a book to read another story. 

"Mommy, don't wead 'em, tev me one just vike that, from your 'magination." Alicia said, frowning at the book her mother held. 

Her mother sighed, and then thought for a minute. She smiled as she recalled a story from her childhood, one that her own mother had told her. Recalling the sound of her own mother's voice, she started. 

"This is an old legend," she said, "one that my mother told me." 

Alicia listened quietly as her mother began. 

"When God made the world, he made all kinds of things. Most of all, he made people. He liked making people. He made good, honest people and helped them lead a good honest life." She looked at Alicia. "Do you understand?"

Alicia nodded and asked her mother to go on. 

"Well, when he made these people, they became families and for a long time, the world was a happy place. Then one day, God saw a young lady crying in the church. He listened as she poured her heart out. 

She said, 'No one loves me anymore; what can I do?' She was crying very badly, because she felt lonely." 

"Wouldn't you feel bad if no one loved you?" mother asked looking at Alicia, only to see a sad little face staring up at her from the pillow, nodding her head. 

"I wouvd fev bad mommy." Alicia said softly, feeling sorry for the woman in the story. 

"Yes, this young woman felt bad too. So, to make her happy, God called one of his angels. He said, 'That woman is unhappy. She has not met her soul mate yet. Could you help her find him?' the young angel, with wings of pure gold, said yes. Then, the angel flew down from heaven and helped the sad young woman find love." 

"Was she happy then mommy?" Alicia asked. 

"Yes honey, she lived happily ever after. 

When the little angel went back to heaven, he found that one of his gold feathers was missing and in its place was a pure white one. He was worried and went to God, to ask him why his feather had fallen off. God told him 'When an angel helps someone find love, that angel loses a golden feather and in its place grows a white feather. That feather shows that the angel has done a good deed.'

The angel, after listening to God, went away determined to have a lot more white feathers." 

"Where did the gold feather go then mommy?" Alicia asked her eyes wide. 

"Well, they say that the person who has found true love finds the feather, and keeps It.", her mother said softly, tucking her daughter in. 

"Wiv an angev hevp me too mommy?" Alicia asked, curious.

Her mother kissed her forehead and whispered, "Yes honey. An angel will help you too." 

* * * * * * * *

"Gimme another shot." Alicia told the bartender, after draining her seventh glass of vodka for the evening. She never drank, but today was a special occasion. Yes siree today was decidedly special. Today was the day she came home to find her husband in bed with his secretary. 

She had walked in that afternoon, intending to surprise Julian by coming home early to prepare dinner, but when she went in she heard the sounds coming from the bedroom.

Her first thought was the Julian had arrived home from work sick and was throwing up, but she was confronted with the real reason when she opened the door. There he was, kissing and pawing his naked secretary.

They were so engrossed in what they were doing that they didn't even notice she had come into the room until she walked over to them, yanked the bitch from her husband's arms and gave him a hard slap on his face. 

Distraught, she had walked away, tears streaming down her face, turning a deaf ear to Julian's explanations and apologies. She strode out of the front door and slammed it in his face when he tried to follow her. She then raced down the steps and made her way to a small bar near their house. 

Now here she was doing something she had sworn never to do. She was drowning her sorrows in glass after glass of alcohol. When the bartender placed yet another shot in front of her, she drained it quickly and asked for another. 

By this time, the bartender, who had plenty of experience with such matters, served her shots with more water in it than vodka. She drank on, visions of their life together passing in front of her eyes like a film reel: the time they were in college; the day they got married; their honeymoon; the day they moved into their house; the day they got their St. Bernard pup...and now the day when he cheated on her with his secretary.

Suddenly, she broke into loud sobs, startling everyone in the bar. The bartender slowly and gently managed to move her to a corner table which was secluded, so she could cry in peace. 

She lost count of time, and just sat there, wondering why he would do such a thing, why he would want another woman in his life when he already had her. Perhaps she wasn't good enough? Perhaps she wasn't a good wife? 

All these agonizing thoughts kept swirling around in her mind until she suddenly exploded in anger. All her anger was directed at Julian, at how he could possibly cheat on her. Didn't he say he loved her? And didn't people who love each other always stay faithful? She had always remained faithful, even though there was temptation everywhere. 

She was startled out of her reverie when she felt a hand on her shoulder. When she looked up, her eyes met the face of a strikingly beautiful woman. She had wild, black hair, a slender frame and gleaming brown eyes which were now filled with understanding and pity 

She sat down next to Alicia and ordered a beer. Turning to her, she said, "I know I'm a total stranger, but I am a good listener. Mind telling me what's bothering you?"

Alicia was never one to open up readily with strangers, but today she was ready to spill it all out. 

"I went home this afternoon," she said between sobs. "I found my husband, Julian, in bed with his secretary. Guess I'm not good enough for him anymore. Why did he have to do this...why?" And she broke down again, crying so hard that her whole body shook. 

The woman sitting drew her close, comforting her. 

Gradually Alicia's sobs subsided sufficiently for her to ask the woman's name. 

"My name is Agnes." she said. 

"Well, Agnes, I'm really sorry for dumping this on you but..." 

"Aw sweetie, its okay. I work as a counselor anyway; this is nothing new to me." 

"Guess I'll have to divorce him now." 

"Why do that?"

Alicia stared at Agnes uncomprehending. 

"Agnes, he cheated on me! I think that's bad enough for me to get a divorce! I can't possibly live with a man I don't trust." 

Agnes looked at Alicia thoughtfully and spoke, "Did you ever stop to think what he would be feeling now?" 

"Why should I? He's the cheater, not me. He's probably happy now. Once I'm gone, he can set up with that secretary of his and screw her brains out for the rest of his sorry life!" Alicia said angrily. 

Agnes sighed and didn't say anything for a while. When she spoke again, she chose her words carefully. 

"How long have you two been together?" 

"We've been married for four years, but we've been together since college I guess," Alicia said, puzzled. "Why do you want to know?" 

"I just want to. Now, why did you get married?"

Alicia stared at Agnes, not able to figure out why she wanted to give her cheating husband a chance, but she answered the question anyways. 

"Well, at that time, we loved each other. Both of us wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. Have babies, spend our lives loving each other...all those things you think of when you're stupid and in love." 

"Not when you're stupid," Agnes corrected, "Only when you really love each other." 

"But he's blown it now hasn't he? He just had to sleep with that tramp!" 

"Did he really sleep with her? Maybe he hasn't slept with her before. Maybe this was the first time." Agnes reasoned. 

"I don't care! I saw them together, and they certainly seemed cozy." Alicia cried, angry now not only at her husband, but also at Agnes for seeming to take her husband's side.

Agnes looked at Alicia again appraisingly, and then asked. "Alicia, Have you thought about a future without him?" 

Alicia slumped back in her chair, deep in thought. Would she be able to live without him? Would she be able to move on with her life? She seriously doubted that.

"I...I don't know." Alicia finally answered. 

"Ah," Agnes said, smiling, "Surely this means that you should give him another chance." 

"No it does not!" Alicia said loudly, a stubborn look in her beautiful brown eyes. 

"Alicia, I want you to think about what I say. I want you to think about your life with him so far. Will you do that?" 

"What use is that? No matter what I think nothing is going to change what I saw." 

"I want to ask you something," Agnes said. 

Alicia shrugged. "Shoot," she replied. 

"Remember the first time you met? The first time you saw Julian?" 

Alicia did remember; she remembered as if it was yesterday.

* * * * * * * * 

Alicia was late for class. She had been studying all night, and had fallen asleep. She rushed down to the lecture hall, hoping that the lecture hadn't started yet. She reached the hall just in time. 

She looked for a place to sit, but could see none. Suddenly, she saw a waving hand. Her eyes traveled to the person waving and saw Julian, the college football captain patting a free space next to him. 

Smiling gratefully, she made her way over to him and gratefully sank into the seat. She carefully balanced her huge pile of books on the floor next to her and turned to him.

"Thanks a lot!" she said with a smile. 

"No problem." he replied. "How come you're late today? You're usually the first one around." 

"Well, I studied until late last night and overslept this morning." Alicia replied, looking into his handsome face. 

"Oh, so you make mistakes too!" Julian teased her, his green eyes twinkling. 

She blushed and turned her attention to the professor who had just entered and started giving the lecture. But throughout the class, she kept sneaking looks at the man sitting next to her, blushing if he caught her looking.

After the lecture finished, Alicia quickly gathered her books and made to get up when she felt someone tugging her T-shirt. She turned to see that it was Julian. 

"I'll help you with those," he said, gesturing to her books and quickly relieved her of them. "Where do you have to go next?" 

"I've got Blueman's lecture next." She said, her face flaming red at being noticed by one of the most popular guys in college. 

"Me too," he said, "C'mon, we'll go together." 

Saying that, he started off down the hall and then paused and looked round when he realized that she wasn't following him. He called her, startling her out of her trance. She hurried after him, admiring the way his ebony hair framed his beautiful face. 

Yes, beautiful was the word to describe Julian. He had an aquiline nose, strong jaw and high, sculpted cheekbones. His green eyes could disarm anyone and his charm had women swooning. 

She caught up with him, and was surprised when he put his free arm round her waist and pulled her close so he could talk to her. 

"Wanna go out with me tonight?" he asked. 

Stunned, she nodded her assent feeling that she was the luckiest girl in the world.

* * * * * * * * 

"Yeah, I do remember." Alicia said slowly. "It was magical."

"See, you have something special. You yourself are accepting that!" Agnes said a soft smile on her face. 

Alicia remained adamant "But he still cheated on me." 

"What about Valentines' day? The first Valentines' day you both spent together?"

Once more, Alicia found herself going down memory lane, going back to one of the happiest days in her life.

* * * * * * * *

"Julian! This isn't fair. C'mon. Spill the beans. What're we gonna do today?" Alicia said and pouted, only to shriek in surprise as he suddenly grabbed her round her waist and pulled her against him. 

"That," he said, whispering in her ear, "if for me to know and you to enjoy." 

With that, he got up and let himself out of her room, saying that he had to get things ready for the evening. 

Alicia had spent that whole day wondering what he had planned. They had started going out two months back, and the relationship was going smoothly. 

Unknown to Alicia, who was under the impression that she was an ugly duckling, they did in fact made a handsome couple; Julian with his classic good looks and Alicia with her aura of mystery. 

She had large brown eyes set in a small heart shaped face, with long, lustrous brown hair that hung to her waist and short brown tendrils that curled softly around her face. Both were trim and fit. 

There was one thing about the relationship that was bothering Alicia though. Julian was supposed to be a womanizer, but he had never once suggested they have sex, he had been a gentleman. She appreciated that because she was a virgin and wanted her first time to be with someone she was sure she loved, but still couldn't help feeling uncomfortable. What if he had a woman waiting in the stands and if he was just using her? 

Alicia shook her head and expelled that thought from her mind. This was Julian she was talking about, and he would never do something like that. Smiling with anticipation at the evening that lay ahead, she went off to finish some work, so she wouldn't have to worry about that later on. 

At five o'clock that evening, Alicia received two parcels from Julian. When she opened the first one, she found the most beautiful cherry red dress she had ever seen nestling inside. 

It was made of a soft material and had a square neckline. It was held up by spaghetti straps. It had an uneven hemline, with one side longer than the other. 

It was a simple, yet classy dress. She smiled. Julian certainly knew what she liked.

When she took out the dress, she discovered that there was matching lingerie beneath it. She blushed as she picked up the red lace bra and panties. Carefully putting the clothes back inside the box, she opened the next parcel, which turned out to be a pair of red high-heeled sandals. She found a note inside the box which asked her to wear the clothes and be ready by seven that evening. 

She smiled as she read the carefully worded note that gave nothing away. She again looked at the clothes she had received. Although she knew that Julian was well off she certainly didn't expect him to buy her a complete outfit, especially one that seemed so expensive. 

Still, she was exceedingly happy and went humming into the bathroom to take a shower. She stripped and got under the warm stream, enjoying the feel of the water as it cascaded down her body. She thoroughly shampooed her hair and soaped herself. She washed herself and rushed out, needing the time to get ready. After she toweled, she had put on the lingerie and the dress. 

The dress fitted perfectly. It had a snug top and a skirt that flared out from her hips, sensuously defining her curves. She put on the sandals and studied the effect in the mirror. 'Not bad', she thought. She quickly pulled her hair back in a French braid, leaving soft tendrils to frame her face. 

She applied almost no makeup, using only eyeliner and lipstick to highlight her beautiful eyes and lips. 

Satisfied with what she saw in the mirror, she was just rising from her dressing table when she heard a knock on her door. Guessing that it was Julian, she almost ran to the door, opening it quickly. The sight that greeted her took her breath away. Julian was standing in front of her dressed in khaki trousers, a silk shirt and a casual blazer. He had a bouquet of roses in his hands.

She stood nervously as he looked at her, not knowing whether he liked how she looked or not. All her doubts were erased however when he suddenly pulled her towards him and brought his lips to the tender arch of her throat. 

"Maybe we should just stay here tonight," he said, pulling back and looking into her eyes. 

"No way!" she said. "I've waited all day to know what you were planning to do this evening, and I will find out if it's the last thing I do! 

He heaved a dramatic sigh and feigning heartbreak said, "You've dashed all my hopes!"

Laughing, she took the flowers from him and put them in a vase and then let him lead her down the stairs. When they stepped outside her apartment building, she saw a magnificent limo waiting for them outside.

She gasped and looked up into his face, her eyes shining with delight. He smiled as he saw the expression on her face, glad that he was able to bring her such happiness.

He helped her into the limo and got in after her, then he instructed the chauffeur and leaned back, watching in amusement as she oohed and aahed over the small bar, the entertainment system and the plush furnishing of the limo. She wasn't used to such luxury, and he was glad that she enjoyed all of this. 

They soon reached their destination and Julian helped her out of the limo and ushered her into an apartment building. She was surprised when he took her up to the penthouse floor and unlocked the door. 

"Julian, what are we doing at your house?", Alicia asked, a trifle confused.

"Wait and see," was all he said before pushing her inside. 

He led her to the dining room, which was decorated with lighted candles. In the middle of the room, there was a table set for two, also illuminated with candles. She gasped at the beauty of it all as he led her to the table. 

He pulled out a chair for her and she sat down, her eyes drawn to the food on the table. There was hot soup, a salad and a platter of bread. Julian went into the kitchen and emerged with a bowl of steaming pasta. 

He seated himself and they began the meal, talking about everything and anything. When they finished Julian stood to clear away all the dishes. Alicia also got to her feet and helped, carrying dishes to the kitchen and setting them on the counter. 

After they had cleared away all the dishes, Julian brought out two slices of black forest cake, which they ate sitting on the balcony. 

After they finished their dessert, Julian gently pulled Alicia towards the bedroom and began kissing her; softly at first, but with increasing urgency. Alicia lost herself in his magic kisses, forgetting everything but him. 

She felt his hands at the zipper of her dress, slowly drawing it down. He gently pushed the straps from her shoulders, all the while kissing her gently. She helped him push the dress down and then got out of her sandals. 

He undid her bra letting it fall to the floor, baring her breasts. He toyed with her breasts as he continued to kiss her, cupping them in his large hands. He lowered his face to her breasts, licking and sucking until he finally reached her small pink nipples. 

She arched her back as he took one sweet nipple into his mouth, sucking slowly, enjoying the way she stiffened against him and the little moans that escaped her lips. He then moved his mouth south, gently kissing her stomach while he drew down her panties.

He picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. Julian had managed to fill the large bath tub with soft foamy water and had sprinkled rose petals on it. 

He lowered Alicia into the warm water gently, and joined her after he'd quickly shed his clothes. He leant back against the cool marble of the bath tub and felt Alicia move closer to him and settle down with her back against his chest. They lay there like that for a long time, each lost in the pressure of each other's body. 




True Love



Julian suddenly pushed Alicia away from him and began rubbing her back slowly; letting his hands wander to her firm buttocks. He squeezed the two firm globes and was rewarded with a sudden gasp from Alicia. He moved closer to her now and cupped her breasts. He pulled her onto his lap and began suckling her breasts, his mouth and tongue working in harmony to bring her great pleasure. He alternated from breast to breast while his hands traveled all over her smooth body, touching and stroking.

Alicia was in heaven. Her body was responding to Julian's caresses in a way she'd never known before. Suddenly, she gasped as she felt Julian slip a finger inside her vagina and begin pumping slowly, all the while suckling on her breasts.

She started to gasp and moan as she felt her whole body tighten and coil like a spring, she moved restlessly against Julian's skilled fingers, desperate for the release that only he could give her. To her dismay, he pulled his fingers away and carried her out of the bath and into the bedroom where he dried Alicia and himself with towels. Then, he lowered her onto the bed, continuing to his work his magic on her body. 

Alicia couldn't bear it anymore and pulled him to her, feeling his hard manhood resting against her thigh. 

"Please Julian, do it to me now," she begged. 

"Are you sure?" he asked her, concern in his eyes. 

"Stupid time to be asking that question, don't you think?" she said breathlessly and wiggled her body beneath his, driving him crazy. 

He chuckled and placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He slowly pushed into her, stopping when he felt her hymen. 

He paused then, and looked down into her eyes, still unsure of whether she wanted to continue. She, on the other hand, was getting frustrated. Why wasn't he doing anything? 

Her body screamed for release, but he wasn't giving it to her. She met his question eyes with her own lust-filled ones. 

"Please go on Julian. I need you inside me!" she moaned, trying her hardest to get him to continue. 

Reassured that she wanted this as much as he wanted her, he continued, gently pushing through that thin membrane and kissing away the tears that had sprung to her eyes at his first painful entry. He lay still for a while, scared of moving lest he hurt her. 

Alicia couldn't believe how much it hurt when he first entered her, and was grateful to him for lying still while she adjusted to him. Soon, she began to feel a tingle of pleasure instead of pain and tried to move against him, instinctively knowing that only by doing that would her body get the release it so craved. 

Sensing that she was no more in pain, he began moving gently within her, excited by the feel of her vaginal muscle that gripped his cock. He thrust slowly, drawing out the pleasure, trying his hardest to get her to orgasm. 

Alicia moaned as she felt him inside her body, the pleasure making her delirious. 

"Don't stop!" she moaned, completely lost in the intense sensations of her body. 

He responded and moved faster, his hands around her small waist as he pushed himself in and out of her heavenly pussy. She began to breathe faster when she approached her climax. 

Julian, seeing this, increased the speed of his thrusts, delighting to see the pleasure written on her face and in her eyes as she climaxed. 

He felt himself exploding then, filling her with his seed. She had been sore after that, and they had gone off to sleep, his large, lean body curled protectively around her petite frame, her head nestled on his chest.

* * * * * * *

"Hey! Are you still with me?" 

Alicia was startled when she noticed Agnes waving her hands in front of her face. 

"Well, do you still want to leave him?" Agnes asked a knowing smile on her face.

But Alicia was stubborn. "Yes!" she said firmly, although her resolve was slowly weakening.

Agnes sighed, and said, "Now Alicia, I want you to recall the day he proposed to you." 

Alicia found herself doing just that, tears filling her eyes as she recalled that wonderful day. 

** * * * * * *

After Valentines Day, Alicia had moved in with Julian. 

It was on their graduation day that Julian suddenly asked her if she would like to meet his parents. 

Surprised and pleased, she had said yes. 

His parents were a kindly couple. Even though they were rich, they were down to earth and unlike most people. They warmed to Alicia immediately and treated her like their own daughter. 

They had lunch together and then went for a walk in the campus. Julian and his father had moved on forward when Alicia felt a small hand on her elbow. She turned to look into the green eyes of Julian's mother. 

"Alicia, you know that he loves you, don't you?" she asked. 

Alicia nodded, not sure where this conversation was going. 

"And you love him?" 

Another nod. 

"Then when are you two getting married?" 

Alicia looked at Julian's mother for a long time. 

"Soon" She said. "I promise." 

Julian's mother nodded, a smile on her face. 

Happy with that, they hurried to catch up with the men who were by now some distance ahead. 

That evening, after his parents left, Julian and Alicia were sitting on the couch curled up and watching a movie. There were a dozen parties they were invited to that evening, but they decided to attend none, and spend a quiet evening together. 

"Alicia," Julian said, pushing back a strand of hair from her lovely face. 

"Yes?" she asked sleepily. 

"Well, I was...will you marry me?" he said in a rush, looking at her anxiously. 

Alicia smiled and leaned back into him. 

"Of course I will!" she replied, bringing his face down to hers and kissing him gently. 

He pulled away, his eyes filled with desire.

"Want to consummate it now?" he asked playfully, already lifting her off the couch and making his way to the bedroom. 

She only had time to nod before they were both enveloped with passion, and their love for each other. 

* * * * * * * * 

Alicia furiously wiped at the tears that were again beginning to cascade down her face. But she was thinking now; all these memories, memories of the good times she and Julian had together now made her want to stay with him - give him another chance. 

Making her decision, she tried to rise, belatedly realizing that the amount of alcohol she had consumed would not allow her be steady on her feet. 

Clutching the table for support, she looked at Agnes. 

"You know, you're right. I will give him another chance. I don't think I'll be able to live happily without him. Will you drop me off at my apartment please?" 

Agnes smiled and nodded. She slowly helped Alicia out of the bar and into her small car. Alicia gave her the directions and soon they were parked outside the apartment.

Agnes helped Alicia get into the elevator and reach the penthouse. She waited while Alicia unlocked the door. 

As she turned to go, Alicia stopped her. 

"Please stay for a bit. In case..." 

Agnes understood and said that she would wait till Alicia came out and told her that everything was okay. 

When Alicia went into the house, she saw that the living room had been used to vent someone's anger. There were broken vases on the floor, the carpet was pushed to one side and cushions were strewn all about the room. 

Stepping over the mess, she made her way to the bedroom, where she found Julian sitting on the floor talking to their six month old St. Bernard pup. 

His back was turned to her, so he couldn't see her, but she certainly was able to see him. And hear him as well. She crept closer until she could hear what he was telling the huge dog that was patiently listening. 

"I can't believe how stupid I am! I actually tried to cheat on her! What in God's name was I thinking? And with my dumb secretary too! How can I possible trade Alicia for her? Oh God! Now Alicia isn't ever gonna come back. I deserve it too. Oh, I just wish she would come back. I love her so much....."

He stopped as he felt someone hugging him from behind. He breathed in the familiar scent of his wife and turned in her embrace, resting his head against her chest and crying his heart out. 

"I'm so sorry," he kept saying over and over again as Alicia comforted him. They sat like that until all the tears were spent. Julian had dozed off in her arms, exhausted from all the happenings. She managed to shift him to the bed when she suddenly remembered Agnes who was waiting outside the door.

She hurried to the door, but found no one there. Perhaps Agnes had gone home, she reasoned, and was about to go back in when she noticed something. 

There, where Agnes had been standing, was a single golden feather, shining brightly. She bent down to pick it up and looked at its exquisite beauty. She was still marveling over it when she heard Julian come towards her. 

"What's that?" he asked as he hugged her to him. 

"That," she replied, "is true love." 

Julian stared at her for a moment. 

"I love you Alicia." 

She turned to face him, and twined her arms around his neck. 

"Love you too."

()()()()()()()()()

Thanks a lot to my editor Ray, who not only gave me advice on how to write and enhance my stories but also gave me a few life lessons. 

Thank you so much Ray, for all your support....!!! 

^_^



True Love



The Priest in my theology class at school said that the Bible claimed that real love was being willing to sacrifice your life for someone else. I guess that means that I never really loved Francis.

I met Francis when I was fifteen. He was two years older than me and he was my mentor, my guide to my new school. My parents thought it was a good idea for me to go to a Catholic school in the north of Spain; my English father liked the idea of a three year diploma over the GCSEs and A levels of the English school system and my Spanish mother liked the idea of me being in Spain. Both of them agreed the Catholic school would prevent me from being caught on my knees sucking a guy's cock like my older brother had been caught doing a few weeks before. This last reason may have been the real reason.

Francis was taller than me by at least a foot; he smiled down at me as he opened the door to my hesitant knock.

"New kid, right?" He grinned, opening the door to reveal his toplessness, his boxers showing over the top of his jeans, his bare feet. "I'm a rubbish guide but I got in trouble last week and you are my punishment. You might as well come in." He walked away from the doorway, leaving me peering into the gloom of his room.

"They said there was only a few minutes 'til the next lesson." I murmured quietly as I went into the room. The room was dark because the curtains were drawn even though it was early in the day. There was a desk, a book case, a wardrobe and a bed; a door leading to the en-suite was on the same wall as the desk. Francis was stood in front of the wardrobe, he held two shirts in front of him.

"Yeah, we'll be late. I always am. Which shirt do you think suits me better?"

"The blue one." I shrugged, just picking one.

Francis put the white shirt back into the wardrobe and took the blue one off the hanger.

"What you do to end up here then? What did your parents catch you doing? I was caught doing drugs. I still get a supply, if you're interested. Theology isn't the way to reform people but this school hasn't worked that out yet."

"I, erm, I don't do drugs."

"So sex then?" Francis smiled, knowingly. "With girls or with other guys? If you've been with other guys this place definitely won't reform you."

I looked at my feet, knowing that Francis would be smirking at me. I saw his bare feet in my eye line, his hand reached out, cupped my chin and lifted my head so that I looked at him. He was smirking.

"Kneel down."

"Why?"

"Because I'm a nice guy, kid. I'm gonna make sure that no-one takes the fact that you have experience to be a reason for using you. Stick with me, kid. I'll keep you safe."

"The priests won't let them, will they?"

Francis grinned again.

"I've got a whole supply of illegal substances in my top drawer and my punishment is the pretty little English kid. How would they punish someone who fucked you? Kneel down."

I knelt down in front of him, expecting him to pull his cock out and tell me to suck it; expecting him to demand some sexual payment for his 'protection'. Instead, he handed me his socks, then offered me his foot as he rested a hand on my shoulder to steady himself. I eased the sock over his foot and then did the same to the other.

"Good boy. Come on, we're late to theology."

****

I woke up, I got washed and dressed. I went to Francis' room, I woke him up, I ran his shower, picked out his clothes while he was in the shower. I dressed him, I combed his hair. I knelt on the floor and waited his instructions. We were always late to lessons, we never got in trouble. For a year, we were late and we never got in trouble. Every Monday he missed morning lessons, went offsite and came back with needle marks on his arm. He always returned with a new supply of drugs. Some times he wouldn't get up, said he was ill. We never did sports, sometimes we'd go and watch but the coaches never tried to get us involved. For a year, I did what he asked. For a year, I knelt on his floor. No one ever questioned what happened in the hours we spent his room. I think everyone assumed he was fucking me. He hardly even touched me.

He left the school and went to university. He used to come and see me, every weekend. He'd come to my room and sit on my bed while I knelt on the floor, listening to his tales of university. He caught me kissing another boy once, shortly after he left. He'd walked into the room when I didn't expect him. He'd grabbed the other guy by his arm and marched him out of the room before he turned to me.

"Kneel down." He whispered, not smiling for once. "You don't mess around with anyone else. You belong to me."

"You don't come here anymore. You don't protect me anymore. You don't want me for sex anyway." I said defiantly.

"Were you going with other guys while I was here?"

"I didn't have time when you were here. I did everything for you!"

"Are you fucking him?"

"No. I haven't done anything yet."

He grabbed my hair, pulling me up so I had to stand on my tiptoes.

"You don't do anything with anyone, except me. Understand me?"

"Yes, let me go."

"Do you tell me what to do?"

I took a deep breath.

"Sorry, Francis. I won't do anything with anyone else ok?"

"Good boy. Kneel down."

He never shouted. When he was angry, he whispered, he didn't smile and he kept his voice low. Francis had this way of speaking that made everyone else do what he said, not just me, everyone. That's why he never got in trouble for being late to lessons, or for having drugs or for doing whatever he wanted. People were drawn to him but he only paid attention to a few people. Everyone was desperate for his attention but those who had it hated it. I had it, I hated it. I did belong to him, even now he had left the school, I still belonged to him.

****

He'd filled out my university application form, I'd applied to the same university as him, the same course as him. When I got accepted, he'd filled out my accommodation form. I wouldn't need it. I was living off site with him, in his flat. My parents helped move my things into the spare room in his flat, they liked Francis. They thought Francis was a nice, good Catholic young man who would keep me in check. He saw my parents off and then shut the door to the flat.

"Take your clothes off and kneel down." He grinned as he went into the kitchen to get himself a drink.

"Clothes?"

"You know I don't like repeating myself."

I started undressing, wasting as much time as I dared on folding up my clothes. I knelt on the floor, looking down, waiting for his instructions. I saw his bare feet come into my vision, and his bare legs. I closed my eyes, not daring to see how far up the nakedness went. Three years of non-sexual behaviour. Three years of kneeling and doing what I was told. I should have expected that it would reach this point. I should have expected that as soon as we were alone, in his flat, that this would become more than what it had been before.

"How long since you sucked a cock then?"

"Three years, before I met you. I haven't done anything with anyone since you."

"Well done. Now you can start practising again." Francis moved closer to me, I could feel his feet touching my legs, his cock resting near my face. 

"Must we do this, Francis?" I knew the answer. I couldn't argue with Francis, once he'd made up his mind, I couldn't change it. I opened my eyes, looked up at the thick, hard cock just above eye level. I'd seen it before, when dressing Francis, but not hard, not thick and angry and red. I frowned at him. Francis just grinned down at me while pulling a condom over his cock, didn't even bother answering me. He just took hold of his cock and pointed it towards my mouth.

"Don't use your hands. Open wide, kid."

I opened my mouth allowing Francis to manoeuvre his cock into my mouth. He took hold of my hair and began rocking his cock into me. I allowed him to instruct me, to direct me, as I always did. He told me what he wanted, pulled my hair to get me to move, grabbed the back of my head to make me hold still as he shot his load into the condom.

Francis knelt down in front of me, he kissed my nose then picked me up, took me into his bedroom. He lay me on his bed and then snuggled up behind me, pulling me close into his body. He wrapped his hand around my cock, began gently stroking me, running his other hand over my chest, pausing occasionally at a nipple but keeping all his touches too light, just teasing. I moaned and arched my back to his touch. He pushed a finger into my mouth, allowing me to suck it for a while, then he moved his hand down, gently pushing the wetted finger into my ass. It stung. Francis didn't seem to register my intake of breathe. He pressed further into me, then pulled out and added another finger into my ass. He quicken his pace on my cock, his fingers remaining in my ass until after I'd come. He lifted his hand to my mouth, silently commanding me to clean my come from him. Then he pulled his fingers from my ass and pushed those into my mouth, pulling me closer, keeping the fingers in my mouth and he began to talk, directly in my ear.

"I've been using drugs for years, you know that. I've been using needles, sharing needles. I've been HIV positive for five years now. Not all the drugs I take are illegal."

I pulled away from his grip.

"But you, you made me, you want sex?"

"Yeah, you belong to me. I want to fuck you, bareback, take the risk."

"No, Francis. No, that would, no, Francis. Maybe with a condom."

"Why not? You belong to me. You are staying with me. If I told you to do this, you would. I'm giving you a choice so don't make the wrong decision now." He was whispering. He turned away. "Go to your room. Wake me up in the morning."

****

I woke up, I went to Francis' room, I woke him up, I ran his shower, washed him and myself in the shower, picked out his clothes and dressed him, I combed his hair, I sorted out his tablets. I knelt on the floor and waited his instructions.

"Gonna let me fuck you today?"

I shook my head.

"You'd do it if I told you to. You'll regret this when I'm dead."

A new routine. Another year. If I walked out, I wouldn't have to listen to this emotional blackmail. I could leave and get alternative accommodation. I could leave and I could go out for coffee with the other first years on my course. Instead, I carried Francis' books and I sorted out his tablets and picked out his clothes and I made excused about why I couldn't go on weekends. Or weekdays.

"Can I go out tonight?"

"If you want to get laid, just ask me."

"I don't want to get laid. I just want to go out, its the end of the year, Francis."

"We went out last night."

I nodded from my place on the floor. 'We' went out often. To movies, to clubs, skating, bowling. 'We' went out to lots of places. Francis had loads of admirers. Francis had lots of people demanding his attention. I was his little English boyfriend. I was the 'chosen one'. Other people watched jealously as Francis kissed me, as Francis draped himself over me. Other people told me how amazing it must be to live with Francis. Francis had friends. I had Francis.

Francis cupped my cheek.

"Don't look so low, baby. You can go out if you want. Let me see what you'll wear."

He told me what to wear. He gave me some money and told me what I could drink. He checked my watch and told me what time I was to be home, how to get home, which taxi firm to use. I was nineteen and this would be my first time out by myself. Three years in boarding school and a year with Francis. I was nervous and excited. Francis grinned at me then gently pulled me towards him.

"I treat you right don't I? You know you're mine. You know that you are everything to me."

I nodded. This was the closest Francis got to telling me that he loved me, that he needed me.

"You won't have fun without me. It doesn't work for you, you're too shy to be alone."

"I'll be ok, Francis. I'll see you when I come home."

****

They were all shocked to see me. I never went out, they knew I didn't go out and here I was, in leather trousers, talking to third years, explaining why I was out without Francis. A first year girl came over to me, asking about my sexuality, about the third years, about Francis. I'd never thought about my sexuality, I'd been with girls as well as guys before I'd been sent to the Catholic school. Then with Francis for four years and the furthest we'd gone was a blow job and a hand job. I shrugged when she asked if I was gay and left her feeling confused when I admitted that I'd been with Francis for years, that the reason I didn't hang out with them, the reason I knew all the third years was because of my boyfriend. 

They brought a round of shots, I declined to drink one. Francis had told me what I could drink, shots were not on the menu. They thought I was odd. Maybe I was odd. Not many other people would stay in a relationship like the one I was in with Francis. Somehow he'd managed to control me through whispers. At school, he protected me, for a year and had kept me for three more. I'd be with him until he died. I'd looked at the clock, noticed the time and made my excuses. I think they were glad to see me leave.

****

He smirked as I told him about my evening. 

"Do you love me?" He'd asked, it wasn't a whisper, just a quiet voice.

I looked up at him from my place on the floor.

"No, I don't love you."

"So why do you stay with me?" He was whispering now.

I dropped my head, looking back at the safer option of the floor.

"It feels like I don't have a choice. As you keep saying, I do anything you ask me to."

"Because you love me." Francis insisted.

I shrugged, keeping my eyes trained on the floor.

He didn't like it when I didn't answer him, normally he'd tell me that and I'd respond to his original question. Tonight he didn't. He was probably still angry about me asking to go out without him. He told me lie over his legs as he lay on his bed then he started spanking me. When his hand got tired he told me to turn around and then proceeded to spank me with the other hand. He pushed a finger in my mouth and then pushed it into my ass; never gentle with me.

"Let me fuck you tonight."

"No, Francis."

"I'm going to fuck you tonight."

A cold chill ran over my body. He'd decided to do it. I wouldn't be able to stop him; he'd just spanked me without so much as a grumble from me. I had laid there, allowing him to do it, turning around when he'd asked. He was going to fuck me tonight, he'd ask and I'd do it. This wouldn't be rape because I would allow him to do it. If he asked me to ride his cock, I would. I gasped as he added another finger to his assault of my ass.

"You want me to fuck your ass. You're desperate for it. I shouldn't have asked you. You should know what you want by now. If I'd asked you if you wanted to be spanked or if you wanted to kneel on the floor all the time or anything else you would have said no. I ask if you love me and you say no, I ask if I can fuck you and you say no. I'm not going to ask anymore. In my bottom drawer is a scarf, get that. In my top drawer there's a bottle of lube, get that because you'll probably need it and I love you enough to care about your well-being."

I stood up and went to the chest of drawers. I stood there contemplating what Francis had said. I did love him, that was the only possible explanation for why I stayed with him. I had to love him. I didn't want to fuck him though. I really didn't want it. I turned to look at Francis, lying on the bed, watching me.

"I don't want to, Francis."

"I've told you to do something. Don't make me repeat myself."

I closed my eyes. Everything was screaming inside my head; every part of me telling me to do something different. Run; Give in; Talk to him; Run. I ran. I turned and walked out of the room. Francis wouldn't let me go. He'd follow me and tell me to go back in and I'd go back in because I wasn't strong enough to make a stand for this long. I got to my room, I got dressed, I packed a small bag of clothes and university work. I left my room, ready to make good my escape. Francis stood in the door way to his room, grinning. I took a step towards the front door, he didn't move, just kept grinning. My hand alighted on the door handle, two steps and I was free. Don't look back. Don't look back. Looking back was what caused the trouble. I'd attended enough theology classes to know about Lot's wife. I must not look back at the scenes of destruction behind me. I shouldn't have looked back but I did. I pulled the door open to me and stepped out. I didn't have to look back but I turned to shut the door and made eye contact with him.

"Don't be silly, kid. Come back."

I never loved Francis. No matter what he told me. I wasn't willing to sacrifice my life for his love. I wasn't willing to sacrifice my life for him.

"I'm not a kid. Say my name." I whispered to him.

"Come back, Silas." 

I shut the door. I walked away. He didn't follow me. His words had lost their power. He let me go.



True Love



I remember when I first met Sally Watkins. It was a warm summer day and I was six years old playing in the front yard of my house when a station wagon flanked by a large moving truck pulled up to the house next to ours.

She got out of the back of the station wagon with a smile on her face. Her blond hair in a pair of pigtails and wearing a light blue summer dress. Even thought I didn't know it at the time, I had just fallen in love at first sight.

While her dad instructed the moving men, she and her mom came over and introduced themselves to me and my mom. Our parents became close friends, and of course that meant that Sally and I became friends as well.

We hung out together all summer. I learned that she was a bit of a tomboy, preferring to climb trees and wrestle than play with dolls or have tea parties. That first day I saw her was one of the few times I remember ever seeing her wear a dress, her preferred attire being jeans and t-shirts.

As we grew up, we grew closer as friends. Our parents thinking nothing of us having sleepovers in the tent in one of our backyards were we would try and stay up all night, only to pass out shortly before sunrise.

Over the years, I started to understand what the weird feelings I had for her were. It was love. I was in love with my best friend. 

I remember when we were fourteen, we were talking about the rumors of some kids at school going out together, when I asked her what she would say if people starting to say she and I were going out. Sally stared at me for a moment before busting up laughing.

"That would be weird Brian," she said. "You and I are like brother and sister, we're so close."

I forced a slight chuckle and said, "Yeah... Yeah, that would be weird."

But inside I was crushed. I could feel each crack as my heart broke. Here I was, in love with the girl of my dreams, and she viewed me the same as a family member.

The years passed on, and me feelings for her remained the same. I was still in love with her, even through she didn't have those feelings for me.

During our senior year of high school, I was going to ask her to prom. I had been planning on how I would ask her for months. I was going to tell her everything about how I felt in the hopes that she would see me in the same way I saw her and say yes. However, the day before I was going to, Sally came bouncing up to me in the hall between classes with a huge smile on her face.

She told me about how this cute guy she liked in her science class had just asked her to prom.

I told her how happy I was for her, but once again, I was crushed inside. Sally then told me all that we needed to do was get me a date, and the four of us could go to prom together.

"That's okay," I said. "I'm not really big on the idea of prom. I was just planning on staying home and watching some Mystery Science Theater 3000."

"Come on, Brian," she said. "It's prom. You have to go to prom."

"I don't want to," I said as I put my books away in my locker.

"Why not?" she asked as I slammed my locker closed.

"I just don't," I said and walked away. Nothing more was said about it.

The night of prom came, and I watched from my bedroom window as her date picked her up. Sally looked even more beautiful and gorgeous than she normally did in her prom dress and with her hair all done up. This was the second time in my life that I had seen her wear a dress.

I spent the night watching TV, but not really paying attention to what was on.

It was a few hours after Sally left that I heard a car pull up next door. Looking out my window, I saw Sally getting out of her prom dates car, looking really pissed. 

"Come on," he called out to her, but she just kept walking while giving him the finger before she went into her house and slammed the door.

"Fine," her date shouted. "Be a bitch." He then got back into his car and sped off.

A half hour later, there was a knock on my bedroom door.

"Yeah," I said. The door opened and Sally walked in wearing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt with Kermit the Frog on it.

"Fucking ass," she said as she walked in and plopped herself down on my bed.

"What did I do?" I asked.

"Not you," she said. "My date. He was such a fucking tool. We got to the hotel were the prom is and the first thing he does is go talk to his friends. Then later when he actually spends time with me, we dance and he grabs my ass and tells me he got us a room... The fucking balls on him to actually think I was going to sleep with him."

"Sorry to hear your night sucked," I said. Sally moved next to me and rested her head on my shoulder. Instantly I smelled the green apple shampoo that she uses.

"I should've gone with you," she said. "At least then I would've had a good time, and not have to worry about you trying to get into my pants."

"Yeah," I said, once again feeling that pain inside as I was reminded that I could never have the woman I loved.

After high school, we went off to college. By some stroke of luck, or maybe misfortune depending how you look at it, Sally and I got accepted to the same school.

I never dated in high school, hoping one day that Sally would start to feel for me the way I felt for her. But in college, I tried to date. Those dates never went past the first one. As hard as I tried to move on, I couldn't. Sally was the one I loved and every girl paled in comparison to her.

Sally dated as well, and I put on a brave and happy face when she would tell me about them.

During our final year in college, Sally moved to an apartment off campus with some of her friends while I stayed in the dorms. It was during that time she met Greg. Even I had to admit that he seemed like a good guy and treated Sally the way she deserved. As much as I wanted to be with her, I was at least happy she had found someone that made her happy and treated her well.

That is until one night she called me...

"He's been cheating on me," she cried on the other end of the phone. I told her I would be right over, jumped into my car and raced over to her apartment. She was by herself when I walked through the door without knocking. I found Sally in her room, on her bed with a box of tissues. I sat down next to her and held her as she cried and told me how he had been seeing someone behind her back for the last couple months because he got tired of waiting to have sex with her.

"You mean, you guys haven't..." I started to ask.

"No," she said. "I mean... I want to. But at the same time, I don't because I want it to be perfect when I do."

I don't know what suddenly came over me. I had managed to keep my feelings hidden from her for the last fifteen years. But tonight, I suddenly let it all out when I whispered, "I love you."

Sally pulled away from me and stared at me blankly for a minute.

"You what?" she asked, her voice flat.

"I love you," I said. "I've loved you since the first time I saw you. I've loved you all of these years. Everyday I see you is the greatest and the worst day on my life rolled into one because of how much I want to reach out and hold you in my arms and kiss you. My heart breaks every single day because I know you don't feel the same way that I do and that you and I will never be together. It kills me to know that the most perfect woman in the world is right in front of me and she sees me as nothing more than a friend."

I laid it all out there as I bared my soul to her. For nearly ten minutes I continued to tell her how much I loved her and what she meant to me. The entire time, she just sat there with a blank, expressionless look on her face.

"I'm sorry," I said after I was finished. "This... This is the last thing you need to deal with now. I'll... I'm gonna go."

I walked out of her room and left the apartment she shared with her friends. I was just getting to my car when I heard footsteps running up behind me. I turned around, expecting to be mugged, when Sally launched herself at me. Her lips attaching to my own and her tongue entering my mouth. It was my first kiss.

We stood there next to my car for five minutes as we passionately kissed.

"Asshole," she said and slapped me across the face when the kiss ended. "Why the fuck did you wait so long to tell me?"

I didn't answer her. Instead, I pulled her to me and kissed her again. We ended up back in her room and continued to make out on her bed for nearly an hour.

"Brian," she said breathlessly. "I need you."

"I'm here," I told her.

"No," she said, looking me in the eyes. "I need you."

Like a light bulb going on, I understood what she meant. "Sally," I said. "Are you sure?"

She just nodded her head. Slowly, we took each other's clothes off. It was awkward and we fumbled around a bit since this was a first for both of us. Once we were both naked, we looked at each other's bodies.

"You're beautiful," I told her as I drank in every detail. She blushed and looked away from me as I pulled her to me. My hard cock brushed against her thigh as we kissed once more.

Suddenly, she started to kiss her way down my body until she stopped right over my stiffness.

"It's perfect," she said quietly, as if to herself, before looking up at me. "I've never done this before, so don't hate me if I suck."

I couldn't help but chuckle at her choice of words. "I could never hate you," I said. She smiled at me and then took my manhood in her mouth.

"Oh god," I moaned as I felt her bob up and down on me. While that was all she did, it was still the most amazing thing I had ever felt. All too soon, I felt myself drawing closer to the edge.

"Sally," I choked out. "I'm going to..."

"Do it," she said, taking her mouth off my cock. "I want to taste you." She then slipped me back into her mouth and continued to bob her head up and down.

"I love you," I said as I started to erupt. Sally coughed around my cock when the first blast hit the back of her throat. She pulled me out till just the head was left and I filled her mouth. Finally, as I started to go soft in her hand, she pulled away and made a loud gulping sound as she swallowed my cum.

"It tastes kind of weird," she said after a moment. "But... Not bad. Not great, but I can learn to like it."

As my brain started to catch up with everything after my orgasm, I pulled Sally up to me and laid her on her back with every intent of returning the pleasure she had just given me.

"Tell me what to do," I said as I positioned myself between her legs. I took in the sight of her womanhood, already damp with excitement. I closed my eyes and inhaled her scent before extending my tongue and licking her slowly from bottom to top.

When I reached the top of her pussy and my tongued brushed against her clit, she squeaked in surprise, grabbed my head and held me there. From her moans, I could tell that she liked it, so I continued to lick and suck on her clit.

Soon, her moans turned into cries of passion, and those cries turned into an ear piercing scream as she clamped her thighs around my head and came. I continued to lick and suck her through her orgasm till she couldn't stand it anymore and pushed me away.

I sat there watching her breath heavily as she came down from her sexual high, and smiled to myself that I was able to bring her so much pleasure.

"I want you in me now," she finally said, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards her.

"But," I started to say, realizing I didn't have a condom. "I don't have anything."

"It's ok," she said. "It's my safe time."

"But..."

"Not buts," she said as she grabbed my hard cock and positioned me at her opening. Deciding not to argue with her, I rubbed my head against her wet opening, teasing her clit with the tip.

I looked into her eyes and I could see the fear of what was about to happen. I felt it to. I didn't want to hurt her, but with a nod of her head, we both knew it had to happen. That once it was done, it would be over with and we would be complete.

"Should I go slow or fast?" I asked her.

She thought for a moment and said, "Fast... I just want to get this part over with."

I kissed her gently and said, "I love you," before ramming myself as hard as I could into her pussy and through her hymen.

Sally let out a slight yelp as I tore through the membrane, then wrapped her legs around me to hold me still. "Don't move," she said. "I... I need... To get used to it."

I nodded my head and noticed a single tear start to roll down her cheek. I kissed that tear away and then looked in her eyes. She smiled at me. It wasn't that friendly kind of smile she had given me for so many years. It was one of love. Of passion. 

"Ok," she finally said. "But go slow. I'm still a little tender."

I started to move slowly, and the feeling was incredible. It was the first time I paid attention to the feeling of her wrapped around my cock. I wasn't sure I could last much longer.

"Oh god Sally," I said. "I think I'm going to..."

"It's okay," she said. "I had a feeling you would. They say guys don't last long their first time."

"But I don't want to," I said. "I want to keep going forever. I want to give you endless pleasure."

"I know," she said. "And you will. This isn't a one time deal. I love you Brian. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

That was all it took. Her words of never ending love pushed me over the edge and I came. I shoved myself as deep as my six inches would let me and unleashed rope after rope of cum inside her.

Sally rolled me over onto my back and rested her head against my chest. "Thank you," she said.

"For what?" I asked.

"For you," she said, looking up at me and smiling. We kissed tenderly for a little bit before going to sleep. When we woke up a few hours later, she wanted to do it again. This time I lasted a little longer and almost had her cumming. Being the gentleman that I am, after I came, I rubbed her clit till she climaxed.

"Shit," Sally said when she looked at the clock.

"What?" I asked.

"My roommate is going to be home soon," she said. "I really don't want her to see you here."

"Why?" I asked, thinking she had regretted what we had done.

"I just broke up with Greg," she said. "That last thing I need to hear is how quickly I jumped into bed with you after it happened. She give me that whole 'rebound' thing, and try to get me to end it with you. And I don't want that. I want to marry you Brian. I want to have your babies. I want us to grow old together."

I felt my heart start to do back flips when she said all that.

"I love you," I told her and kissed her. We got dressed and she walked me to the door. I kissed her again and told her I'd see her the next day for lunch.

I walked downstairs and got into my car feeling the happiest I had ever been. I drove home with a smile on my face and thinking of the future with Sally. One school was over and I had a good paying job, I would buy her a ring and propose to her. We would get married, have kids, and spend the rest of our lives together.

I was thinking about all of this when I crossed through an intersection of a street. I was thinking this when the drunk driver of a truck ran the red light. I was thinking this when he plowed into my driver side door, ending my life instantly. My last thoughts of something that would never happen.

Life is fucked up like that sometimes. 



True Love



Her long curly red hair cascaded down around her shoulders as she leaned back into his long muscular arms, her hand snaking up his chest as it found his face as she began to gently stroke his face while his lips gently brushed across her neck, a soft moan escaped her lips as he slowly kissed down the nape of her neck, carefully exploring the contours of her features while she leaned against him enjoying every moment, her eyelids drifted downwards, slowly closing her beautiful deep eyes as one of his hands stroked across her chest then cupped her left breast with loving care. 

He massaged her through her shirt as her fingers traced across his face, her lips opening slowly as she drew in breath to exhale in a low moan of pleasure, her eyelids flittered as her back arched against his touch, she turned to face him, his hands falling away from her body, her eyes locked into his, the gorgeous limpid pools reflecting a deep yearning hunger that had been building up inside of her for too long, she leaned forward, their lips touched, electricity sparked between them, flowing through their veins as quick as lightning and just as powerful, their tongues massaged against each other as they leaned in together, enjoying the warmth, taste and smell of their two bodies. Her fingertips traced across his shirt as she began to unbutton him, her pert lips enclosing on his exposed flesh as she kissed and licked his body. His shirt fell away from him gently as she moved across his body, every loving touch causing a crescendo of passion and love to surge throughout his body. While she kissed his exposed chest his hands enclosed around the small of her back, his fingertips beginning to rub her skin through her shirt, his touch was soft, loving, gentle. he wanted nothing more then to share his love for her through his movements. Shaking the hair out of her face, she looked up at him, then straddled his body.

Pulling off her shirt over her head, he watched, mesmerized as her perfect breasts spilled out in front of his eyes, without a second thought he took them both in his hands, gently caressing, rubbing and squeezing them, his large hands engulfed her firm mounds while she leaned back across his body softly moaning at his every touch. She slapped his hands away gently as he continued to work, then moved in closer, pushing her chest against his rough face, her fingers traced through his hair while his lips closed around her areola, his tongue slowly flicked across her nipple as he carefully suckled against her firm, soft flesh. meanwhile she had reached down underneath him, while he slowly played with her breasts she was rubbing his manhood through his pants, she loved the feeling of his hardness, she loved what she did to him and she loved to feel it in her hands. 

The zipper made hardly any sound as she opened him up then took his large member into her hand, with loving care and attention she palmed his erection then gently moved her hand up and down his shaft while all the time pushing him harder into her breasts, 

'Stop baby. Stop' he whispered as she worked him harder and harder. 

'No.' she replied with an evil glint in her eye 

'Oh God!' he moaned as his back arched, his manhood exploding in her hands. moving her hand to her mouth she smiled as she licked it clean. 

'Naughty boy, what will you do to make up for that?' she whispered with a seductive grin across her face. A larger smile appeared on his as he picked her up then placed her lovingly onto the bed, she pushed one of her legs up into the air as he manoeuvred her pants legs down and off her ankles, revealing the silver thong he loved so much covering her own mound, on his knees now he slowly moved across the bed until he could feel the warmth coming from her love tunnel beating across his face, slowly he pushed his tongue across her pussy, enjoying the taste and the feeling of her body pushed against his face his tongue delved into her hole as she writhed against him, every touch of his lips was like a small shockwave of pleasure that shot across her body, she groaned in happiness while he moved into her further, drinking deep from her body, savouring the deliciousness and sweet aroma of her body, slowly he moved up her body, kissing as much of her soft skin as he was able to their eyes locked again as he drew level, his newly hardened rob pushing against her warm womb.

'Do me now, big boy.' She whispered lovingly pulling him in for another long kiss as he entered her, his member pushed deep, filling her warmth with his love. Slowly he pulled himself almost completely out before going back inside of her just as slowly and carefully, their lips never separating as she rose up to meet his every thrust while stroking his hair and back. He pushed against her hips, his love emanating from every pore in his body, their tongues danced across each other, their eyes staring deep into each other. their love was true, their passion was enormous, their bodies merged into one being as they pushed into each other. her hands gripped his hands tightly as her pussy closed in around his cock, her eyes tightened as she leaned her head back away from his and let loose an explosive, powerful long scream of pleasure as she was rocked by her climax, her pleasure and satisfaction flew into him causing his own bellow to join hers as he released deep into her body, then fell down onto the bed next to her, kissing and stroking her body lovingly as the two enjoyed their bodies and love then fell gently into a deep sleep, wrapped in each others arms



True Love



John Dawson drove his old Chevy pick up into the school parking lot at a much too high rate of speed. He arrived in a boiling cloud of dust kicked up from the unpaved student parking area. He fishtailed slightly when he turned toward a parking spot near the gym door players used. He was cursing under his breath because he was late again. This time he was afraid the coach would make good on his threat to bench him for being late. John just couldn't seem to make it to practice or the games on time consistently. He was the starting quarterback or he wouldn't have any confidence he could talk his way out of it once again. If he didn't really hustle the team would be on the field before he got there and it would be too late for sure.

John's heart sank when he saw Coach Samuels standing in the door to the locker room when he jerked the gym door open to come inside. He appeared out of the still billowing dust cloud like a wandering desert nomad. With his teammates surrounding him Coach Rawlins said, "John, you had your last warning. Get dressed and onto the field right now. I'm starting Howard. I told you last time if you were late again you would lose your place on the team. I need someone I can depend on son and I am beginning to think that person isn't you. Now hustle."

John felt his stomach clench and his heart sank when the coach said that. He just stood and stared as the coach led the team past him, out the door toward the football field. John heard the crowd roar when they sighted the team.

John had just turned 18 and was old for a senior in high school. He felt privileged to be the starting quarterback but unlike most of his peers sports wasn't the most important thing in his life. Sure he enjoyed the game and basketball as well but he would really rather be fishing or reading. He didn't even know why he had taken up the game for sure. Oh, sure his father had played in college and he wanted John to follow in his footsteps but so what?

Thinking of his father was probably not a wise thing for him to do. Now he wondered how he was doing and if he was OK. Like most of the men in his family, especially on his mother's side, his father was in the military. He was currently stationed in Iraq. He had been in one of the first local reserve units to be called and was now on his second tour over there. His mother Jessica was still working in and managing their real estate office and the title insurance office while he was gone. She worked long hours and John spent a lot of time with his grandparents John and Melody Stevens on the family farm.

That was why John was late once again. He and his grandfather had been fishing out of season and enjoying the Indian summer day. Like most of their trips to the stream or woods they had not taken a watch and time had gotten away from them. John sighed and pushed the door to the locker room open. He was almost completely dressed out when he thought he heard a female scream then some crying. He listened and didn't hear it again. He finally decided he had been mistaken.

John was walking dejectedly toward the field when he saw a girl about his age being pushed toward the open door of Charles Stillwell's van. Like usual Charlie had his two asshole friends with him. The girl was making enough noise that some of the people still outside the stadium were watching. John saw Charles reach out and grab her breast. From where he stood he could see her push his hand aside. He also heard her shout, "NO! Stop it please. Let me go!"

John began walking faster toward the three boys and the girl while he tried to decide what to do. He remembered seeing her a couple of days ago. She had just transferred into the school and was in a couple of his classes. When he was about ten feet from the group he heard Charles say, "Oh, shut up. We all know where you live and what goes on there. Now come on. We just want a little of what you're selling. Hell, if you're good enough we might even pay for it." He laughed loudly and his friends joined in.

The girl—her name was Carrie he now remembered—twisted her arm and managed to break free of Charles. As she darted between the two other boys one of them grabbed her and tore her blouse. John saw the swell of her breast and the stark white of her bra when she ran past him. The three boys were laughing and started after her.

John stepped in their path and said, "OK, that's enough guys. Leave her alone." He could smell the beer on their breath already and hoped his intervention would be enough. Even with the personal combat tactics his father and uncles had taught him it would be tough to take all three down.

Charles stopped and looked at John in shock. He was a senior also and thought of himself as cock of the walk. At least to himself and his friends he was the Big Man on Campus. He reached toward John and tried to push him out of the way as he said, "Out of our way asshole. We're going to try that little slut on tonight and we don't need you fucking with us. Go on and play your damn game."

John felt the other two boys move up behind him and start to push on him also. Without thinking he swung his right hand up and toward Charles head. He watched Charles eyes open wider in shock as he stared at the football helmet heading right for his left cheekbone. All he managed to do when he raised his left arm to block John was slow down the hit. The helmet hit with a crack and Charles dropped like a pole axed steer. A sledgehammer wouldn't have dropped him any faster. He didn't move after he hit the ground.

Jeremy and Josh didn't say anything. They took one shocked look at Charles then swung their fists at John. They both connected and John staggered. He dropped the helmet and backed up. The two boys began advancing on him while he watched them warily. He could hear adult voices raised in alarm in the background. He couldn't hear what they were saying. From the corner of his eye he saw some men running toward the scuffle.

Jeremy was a little in the lead and he made a lunge at John. John slipped inside the poorly thrown punch and hit Jeremy three times almost faster than you could see. Jeremy grunted and sank toward the ground. Out of the corner of his eye John saw movement and he dropped. The large stick Josh had picked up to use on him just grazed his head as it passed by.

John lunged toward Josh and hit him in the stomach while he was unbalanced. His breath left him with a whoosh and his face turned white. He was gasping like a banked fish. John stepped in toward him and brought his knee up under his chin. This straightened Josh up. John knocked him back by a hard driven left to the jaw.

John was stepping toward Josh for another blow when he felt hands grab his arms and hold him. He saw that Josh was being similarly held while the coach knelt beside Charlie. After he had checked him out he knelt similarly beside the woozy Jeremy. After he had checked both the down boys he stood and looked at John. He glared at him and while the ambulance attendants worked on the two down boys he asked, "What's this all about? Late again, fighting on school property. Don't you ever want to play football again John?"

John stood looking at the coach then remembered the girl. He saw her standing to the side crying and trying to hold her blouse closed. He pointed to her and said, "It's about her. They..."

The coach looked at John in disbelief and snorted then broke into his sentence. He said, "You mean you were fighting over a girl? Damn it John I expected more of you than that. You're off the team."

John pulled himself from the grasp of the two men holding him and walked toward the girl. On the way he bent and picked up the sweater she had dropped. He saw the fear in her eyes while she watched him approach. He said, "Are you OK? Can I help you?" She was trembling slightly and she tensed up a lot when he gently placed her sweater around her shoulders.

Finally the girl whose name he now remembered was Carrie whispered, "I'm ok. I just need to get home. I want to go home please." She was crying and started to walk off while covering her exposed chest with the sweater. John reached out and took her arm. She jumped when he did that and let out a little yelp.

"Carrie wait a minute. Please come and tell the Coach what happened. After that I'll take you home since they kicked me off the team." Carrie pulled against John's grasp then he felt her relax. She walked with him toward the group of adults surrounding the now revived assailants.

When they walked up Charles glared at them and continued with his story. " ...so you see sir, I was talking to John's girl there and we were getting friendly when he came up. He was just a yelling at me about leaving her alone and he'd take care of me for trying to steal his girl. Before I knew it he had hit me with his helmet. "

Jason then began talking, "Yeah, it's like Charles said. Then we tried to keep John from hurting Charlie any more and he began hitting us." Jeremy was looking at Carrie and John with a sadistic smile while his two friends spun out their damage control." 

John had opened his mouth to deny the allegations when he felt Carrie pull from his grasp. She walked up to the coach and said, "NO. That's not how it was. They were trying to get me into their van. They...they wanted me to do..." she was crying and she showed the coach her torn blouse as she continued, "I was trying to get away and when this boy came up he asked what was going on."

The coach looked at John and asked, "You mean they were bothering you and John here came up and tried to stop it?"

Carrie nodded her head and continued, "Charles looked at him and I managed to break free then he pushed John and almost knocked him down. He was chasing me. I saw John hit Charles with his helmet then the other two hit him from behind. John hit Jeremy and he fell. Then he and Josh began fighting until you all came and stopped it. It wasn't John's fault. He helped me!"

The coach looked at the boys and started to say more. Before he could say anything else the Superintendent and Principle of the school walked up and took charge. They all went into a huddle for a while. The superintendent walked up to the group of young people and said, "I want all of you to come to my office right now." 

He turned to walk toward the school and asked, "Will some of you men make sure all five of them come with us? The rest of you go on back to the game please. If anyone else saw what happened would you also please come with us?"

All five young people and the three alleged witnesses were taken to the Superintendents office and separated so they could not talk. One by one they were taken into the office and made to give a statement. There were always people outside the office to see they didn't talk to each other and there were other observers inside the office.

After the statements were given and signed the Superintendent came back into the outer office. He said, "John you are suspended from playing football until further notice. All of you are suspended for three days from school for fighting. We will decide what, if anything else we are going to do after we have had time to review the statements we took tonight and investigate this incident. Now all of you go back home. I don't want you on school property five minutes from now."

Carrie was crying again as she walked from the room. Charles and his two friends glared at John and Carrie then walked rapidly out the door. When John and Carrie walked out of the building he saw Charles pull onto the road and heard him chirp his tires as he took off.

Carrie started walking toward the street still crying. John turned toward his truck wondering what he would tell his mother and grandparents. He sat in his truck a few moments then started it to drive home. When he stopped at the street he saw Carrie walking toward town. He hadn't thought of her again until then. Since the school was on the very edge of town she had a long walk ahead of her probably.

John turned his truck toward Carrie. When he pulled even with her he rolled down the window and said, "Carrie. Please get in. I can take you home."

Carrie looked at John and he could dimly see her tear streaked face in the dusk light. She shook her head no and began walking again. John kept the truck even with her and he said, "Come on Carrie. Hell, I fought those guys to make them leave you alone. Are you scared I'll hurt you now?"

Carrie stopped walking once again and looked in the window at John. She said, "Yes. Well maybe. No one likes me here. Why should you be any different? Don't you know who I am or do you just think now that you have protected me you can fuck me?"

John felt his face get red and hot. He opened his mouth to yell at Carrie then closed it. Who was she anyway he wondered. He said, "No I don't know you but what does that matter. You needed help and I helped. My parents taught me to help people who need it and to never hurt women. Why would I start now? Now come on. Let me take you home so you can get cleaned up."

Carrie looked in the truck once more then sighed and opened the door. She sat as close to the door as she could while John drove into town. She tensed up when he pulled into the lot at the dairyette. She was just starting to ask what he thought he was doing when he asked, "Carrie. You still haven't told me where you live so I can take you home. Could you maybe do that or am I supposed to read your mind?"

Carrie looked at John in shock and saw his little smirk. She felt her muscles loosen a little and she smiled back at him. "I'm sorry John. I really did think you knew where I lived. You mean you really don't?"

John frowned and said, "No Carrie. I really don't know where you live or why you feel like I should."

Carrie's eyes teared up a little more then she said in a whisper, "I live with my mother at the old hotel."

John watched her pull back closer to the door after she answered him. Now he realized what most of the problem of the night was all about. He didn't say anything for a short time then he said, "OK. Would you mind if I got a malt before I took you home. I didn't get any supper because I was so late and I'm really hungry."

Carrie was watching John's face when she told him where she lived. He did look surprised but he covered it well. She couldn't see anything else he might be feeling and thinking. Finally she said, "OK. Can I wait here please? Or I can walk from here. It's probably not more than a half-mile or so? I mean if you want to eat something?"

John said, "No, that's ok. In fact, why don't you let me get you something? Do you want a coke or malt? Are you hungry too?"

"NO," Carrie said. "No. I don't want..."

John said, "OK Carrie. No problem. Are you sure?" She nodded her head yes and he got out of the truck. She watched him walk into the building then she locked the doors. Carrie was starting to worry when she saw John walking back toward the truck carrying a sack and two drink cups. 

John swore when he tried to open the door and couldn't. Carrie blushed when she realized she had locked him out. She leaned to the drivers' side and opened the door for him. While he was getting in she said, "John, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lock you out of your truck. I just...I "

John set the bag down and handed her a cup of coke. He said, "That's OK. I think I understand. Look, I got you a burger too." He handed her a wrapped hamburger then turned back to his meal. He had taken two large bites when he once again turned to look at Carrie. She was still holding the burger in one hand and the coke in the other. Her face was once again streaked with tears.

John said, "Hey, I'm sorry. If you don't want that stuff I'll probably be able to eat it but I couldn't just sit here and eat in front of you. Would you please stop crying?"

Carrie smiled and watched John eat. She took a sip of the coke, then the wonderful smell of the hamburgers got to her. She felt and they both heard her stomach growl. She looked at John and saw him grin at her. With a sigh she unwrapped the burger and took a bite. OMG. It was great. This might be the best burger she had ever eaten. She managed to finish her meal the same time as John even if he had started before her.

John heard the quiver in her voice as she said, "Thank you John. That was truly good. I haven't been out for a burger since Daddy..." Carrie began crying once more and John sat looking at her for a moment. Without thinking he slid toward her and wrapped her in his arms. He felt her shaking against his chest while her tears made his shirt wet. Finally she stopped crying and sat back up. She smiled and rummaged in her purse until she found a hanky to wipe her face.

"Thank you again John. Now could you please just take me home?"

When they got to the old hotel John pulled to the curb and stopped. He now remembered it had been converted into apartments by the woman that owned it. He had heard some vicious rumors and gossip about her and wondered if she was Carrie's mother or if one of the other women that lived there was. Carrie was out of the truck and partway across the porch by the time John quit thinking and caught up with her. As his steps were echoing under the roof the door was thrown open by an older version of Carrie. She saw John almost running after Carrie and then her eyes took in the damage to Carrie's blouse and the red marks on her face and arms. Her eyes blazed and she grabbed Carrie, pushing her into the building.

The woman moved to meet John and snarled, "Why don't you try me on for size punk? Or do you just pick on young girls?" 

She pushed John back and was going for him again when he heard Carrie scream, "NO! Mom don't. It wasn't him. He helped me. Please leave him alone!"

Carrie had a hold on her mother's arm and was pulling her toward the open door. Her mother glared at John and snarled, "Get your ass off my porch punk before I forget I'm a lady and knock you into next week."

John looked up at the woman in surprise and saw Carrie mouthing, "Please?" Without another word he turned and walked away. He heard the door close with a resounding crash while he was getting into his truck.

John and his parents lived next door to his grandparents on the old family farm. When he got home he left his truck in its usual place and glanced toward his grandparent's house. The lights were off so he knew they were already in bed. He really wanted to talk to his grandfather but it could wait. He trudged into his own home and to bed. He had a lot of trouble getting to sleep but he didn't wake all night. Like normal, at 0630 he woke and dressed. His mother was still sleeping so he walked over to his grandparent's.

John found Grandpa Stevens where he expected him this time of day. He was sitting on his patio listening to the stream bubble into the old swimming hole and watching the mist rise and obscure the pasture across the water. He was sipping his coffee when he caught sight of John.

"You're up and around awfully early after a game Johnnie boy. You hurt too much to sleep?"

John looked at his grandfather and said, "No Grandpa. I didn't even get to play. I got suspended for being late, then I got in a fight and I'm suspended from school too now. I "

John's Grandfather broke in and yelled, "What were you doing fighting John. I thought I knew you better than that."

"Grandpa. If you'll just let me talk. Please?" John said. "I was late again because we got back from fishing too late. Remember? Coach had warned me a lot before and this time he benched me. I dressed out and was walking toward the field when I heard a girl yelling and screaming. I walked into the parking lot..." John continued the tale, telling his grandfather all that had gone on then he asked, "Grandpa, What should I do? I know I have to tell mother but, I mean it wasn't really my fault. What can I do to fix it?"




True Love



While they were talking they heard a car drive into the yard. They heard two car doors slam. From a distance they heard someone knocking on John's door then silence. While it was pretty early John just figured it was one of his mother's friends or someone from her work so he and his grandfather kept on talking. About ten minutes later they heard voices and turned to see John's mother Jessica, Carrie and Carrie's mother walk onto the patio.

John stood and started to say something when Carrie's mother broke in. She said, "John, I'm sorry. I know I jumped to conclusions last night and I'm sorry I was so rough on you. Things have been pretty rough on me in this town and when I saw Carrie I just thought... Well I'm sure you know what I thought. After Carrie explained everything to me I wanted to come out and apologize to you and your family. I want you to know we both appreciate what you did and I want to say how sorry I am that I acted like I did. If it hadn't been for you I don't know what would have happened to Carrie and..."

Carrie's mother began to cry and Jessica wrapped her arm around her. She spoke to her in a low voice and turned to lead her back toward her house. As they were leaving she looked back and said, "John. Thank you. I'm so proud of you Son and I know your father will be too when we tell him."

Carrie looked toward her mother and Jessica then at John. She walked to John and stood on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek. She said, "Thank you again John. I'm so sorry for what Momma said and did to you last night. I hope you can forgive both of us? Please forgive her? She was just worried about me."

Carrie turned and trotted after the two women. John just stood there in shock while his Grandfather laughed. "Well, John, do you want me to tell you how to handle that one too?"

John blushed and sat back down. He covered his embarrassment by taking another sip of his coffee. He and his grandfather watched the south field in companionable silence until his mother called him for breakfast.

While he was walking toward the house he saw Carrie's mother's car was still in the driveway so wasn't surprised when they were sitting at the table waiting for him. Traci (Carrie's Mother) smiled at John as he took his seat then she said, "Thank you again John. I want you to know you are welcome at my place any time."

John saw his mother's face tighten at that comment but she didn't say anything. They all turned to and devoured breakfast. After they were done, Jessica said, "I'm so sorry but I am running late. I really have to get to work. Will you excuse me? It was nice meeting you Traci and Carrie. And thank you for coming and telling me about John."

Jessica stood and rushed into her bedroom. Traci and Carrie were still helping John clean when she came back out to leave. She stood in shock a moment then said, "Oh, you shouldn't do that. I didn't mean for you to do my work. It would have waited for evening or for John to do it. But thank you." She then rushed out the door and drove off to town.

John and his family tried to get the suspension from school lifted but they weren't successful. The Superintendent said that instead of fighting he should have came to the stadium for help. It didn't matter to him that Charles and his friends would have probably forced Carrie into the van and left before that help arrived. The only good thing was that Charlie and the other two boys had been arrested for attempted rape and driving while intoxicated.

Of course, the court system being what it was now days they got off with a lecture, suspended sentence and 20 hours of community service. They were juveniles after all and couldn't be expected to know how serious their actions were. Charles was strutting around town and the school like the cock of the walk again. He felt this only made him a bigger man because he had "got away" with the attempt.

John and Carrie began talking to each other at school. They had many of their lunches together and from time to time he took her home after class. John was beginning to think she was a very nice girl.

Several weeks later Charlie had returned to school and was once again harassing Carrie. She now seemed to be his main target. He and his cronies did pick on John some but they were always careful to not push him too far. They were a little scared of him and that, of course, made them hate him more.

One evening after class John once again came upon the three boys clustered around Carrie tormenting her. Charlie said, "What's the matter with you slut. You think you're too good for us? Hell, my cock's probably bigger than all the other's you're getting from the old men that use the skanks you live with." He reached for her and ran his hand down her arm brushing her breast. "Now why don't you just come for a ride with us and let us show you what it's like to be really fucked good?"

Carrie was once again crying and trying to break free. She said, "No. You know I'm not like that and neither is my Mom. Now just let me go please?"

John strode up to the group and snarled, "Why don't you just leave her alone? You know she doesn't want anything to do with you. Now get or are we going to rumble again?"

Charlie looked at John and said, "Listen asshole. One of these days you're going to push us too far and get what's coming to you. Why don't you just but out and let us do our business with the whore here? Hell, even if you are tapping it, there's plenty there for all of us."

John felt anger greater than he had ever felt before. He dropped his books and stepped toward Charles. Charles laughed and stepped back raising his hands in a push off gesture. "Whoa, there Stud. I'm not a gonna fight you over the cunt again. Shit. We'll just wait until you're tired of her then work her over. Come on guys."

Carrie smiled at John through her tears. She stepped to him, gave him a hug and small kiss on the cheek. "Thank you again John. You always have to rescue me don't you?"

John grinned and said, "Yeah I guess. Come on. I'll take you home again."

Carrie smiled and knelt to help John pick up his books. They walked in silence to his truck. By now he knew the way to her house without coaching. Little was said on the drive. When John stopped in front of the building Carrie turned to him and said, "John, would you like to come in? Please? I don't have many friends and..."

Looking at her pleading eyes melted John inside. He smiled and said, "Sure. But I don't have long. I have to get home and help grandpa."

Carrie led him inside and unlocked a door to the right of the entry. When she swung it opened John stared in amazement. The living room of her apartment was more luxurious than anything he had seen outside of a magazine. When he followed her farther into the place he was once again astounded by the kitchen. Stainless steel appliances, granite counter tops, tile floors. It was magnificent.

Carrie saw him staring and smiled. "Mother likes to be comfortable and since she can afford it she makes sure she is. Our bedrooms are on the other side of the entry. There is a short hallway back here under the stairs to get to them and the bathroom. Would you like to see?"

John stood silently. He was beginning to wonder if the rumors were right. Maybe Carrie and her mother were skanks. Carrie saw his face and seemed to know what he was thinking. She began crying and said, through her tears, "Dammit John, not you too. All I meant was do you want to see. Do you really think I'm a slut like everyone else in town? Well, I'm not. You can just get out. GO!"

Carrie began crying louder and collapsed onto the floor. John stood in shock for a short while then guilt set in. He should have known better. He had seen Carrie fight off improper advances, he had heard her tell any number of players she wasn't interested yet when she asked a perfectly normal question he jumped to conclusions. He knelt down beside her and held her in his arms. He said, "No Carrie I don't think you're a slut or a skank. You just surprised me and..."

They heard a door open and footsteps approaching. Traci asked, "Carrie is that you? What's wrong honey?"

John and Carrie looked up to see her mother walk into sight. Traci stopped and looked at the two teenagers on the floor and said, "John what are you doing here? Carrie is something wrong?" Traci was looking at John very sternly when she asked those questions.

Carrie sniffled and answered her mother. "Mom John had to run Charlie away again then he brought me home. That's all. I just don't know how much longer I can handle this. John is almost the only person that is nice to me and it hurts Mom."

Traci squatted down beside the two teens and wrapped her arm around Carrie. John blushed when she did that because she had on a short skirt and when she knelt he could see up it. He saw the dark patch in the crotch of her pale pink panties. Her camel toe was prominently displayed. Apparently she realized what she had done because she glared at John and moved her knees away from his line of sight. 

Traci hugged Carrie closer to her and said, 'I know honey and I wish I could do or say something to help. If I had known what it was going to be like I would never have moved here but I didn't and now almost everything I have is tied up in this building. I can't sell it for anywhere near what I have in it and even if I could no one seems interested in buying a whorehouse!"

John gasped and stared at Traci when she said that. She heard and saw his reaction and blushed. "Oh shit," she whispered. "John why don't you come into the living room. I think I need to talk to you for a while."

John looked at Carrie and saw her give him a small nod. He rose and followed her mother into the room. He took the seat across from Traci when she gestured to it. He sat in the chair facing Traci waiting on her to speak.

"John it seems like I'm always thanking you for taking care of Carrie. I guess I need to fill you in on what you're getting yourself into so you can change your mind about us if you want. Many years ago my parents and I lived outside of town on a small farm. We never made much money but we were happy. We moved here just before my last year in school. I fell madly in love with and married one of my classmates."

"We were young and knew it all. We moved to Centerton after we married and began working in town. We thought we were rich and spent all we made. I had been pregnant with Carrie's brother when Joey and I married. I stopped working out of the house when I had little Joey. Two years after he was born Carrie came along. I thought the world was a perfect place.

One day after work Joey came home with a boy we went to school with. He was Charlie's Uncle Jason. I had dated him a time or two but somehow we didn't click. When Joey asked me out I dropped him. As I said, I fell madly in love with Joey and we married right after graduation. 

Jason and Joey had been friends all through school. Jason had begun to work in the same factory Joey did and they had met one day in the lunchroom. We felt like we needed more money and Jason needed a place to stay that was cheaper than his apartment so he and Joey decided he should rent our spare bedroom."

"I didn't like it but according to Joey it was a done deal. I kept my mouth shut and tried to make the best of the situation. The extra money was good and it helped a lot. I began to do Jason's laundry and I packed him lunches like I did Joey. About three weeks after Jason moved in Joey was switched to the night shift and Jason and I were left all alone every evening. Jason kept bothering me and touching me until I let him take me to bed one night. I had been drinking with him but that's no excuse. We had been sleeping together for seven months before we got caught. Usually we would drift off to sleep after sex but I always set the alarm and went to my bed well before Joey got home. I knew what I was doing was wrong and that I should quit but I didn't. One day Joey came home early and caught us in bed."

"I didn't know I had been caught. He just left and came home later at his usual time. I was in my own bed where I was supposed to be. Joey was smart though. He bought some cameras and placed them in the house and in Jason's bedroom. He even wired the house for sound. Then he set us up. Joey told Jason we were short of cash and I was thinking about getting a Job. He told Jason he didn't want me to work out of the house because of the children. Then he asked if Jason would give me a little extra for my services. He made it seem to Jason like he was paying for laundry and cleaning so he said sure. Even with the extra money he paid it would be a lot less than renting an apartment."

"One evening on payday Jason came into the house and we met with a kiss. He stepped back and snapped his fingers then he said, oh, I almost forgot. I need to give you more money for taking care of me. He handed me a wad of cash. I didn't think, I just put it on the table and we began kissing again. We raced to his bedroom and did the dirty. Now Joey had it all on film and tape. It looked like I was charging Jason for sex. The next night in the factory parking lot Joey beat Jason up. He hurt him bad. Jason had several broken ribs a broken jaw and leg. I was served divorce papers the next day."

In the divorce I lost everything. The house and all our money went to Joey. He had proof I was a prostitute so I didn't even get custody of the children. Joey made sure the tapes of my infidelity and Jason paying me for sex got out to all our friends and family. My job wouldn't pay me enough to live comfortably so I decided what the hell. Everyone thought I was a whore so I would be one. I moved to Vegas and worked in the brothels for ten years. I am a good-looking woman and I made a lot. I saved most of what I made and had a good investment advisor. When I decided I had enough to support me for the rest of my life I moved back here and bought the hotel. I had been happiest in my life here and wanted to live here. I hoped I could be happy here again."

"I was going to turn the hotel into a bed and breakfast but a couple of my friends wanted to stay full time so I let them. I turned it into a small apartment building instead. Somehow word of what we had been got back here to Prineville and shortly after we moved in all the good people began to shun us. Of course someone dug up what had happened with Jason too so now everyone thinks we are still hooking. I have had to be careful about having men friends over and my renters are the same. People in town are barely civil to me. After Carrie's dad died I wasn't sure the Child Services people would let her move back here with me. Since they couldn't find any proof I was a bad parent they finally relented but now I have to be even more careful for her sake."

John sat in total shock. Traci seemed like a nice woman and she was telling him she really was a whore! He didn't know what to say. He just sat and looked at Traci. He felt Carrie sit in the love seat beside him and lean her head on his shoulder. She looked up at him and asked in a tearful voice, "John can we still be friends or are you going to dump me now too?"

John licked his lips and looked at Carrie, then her mother. "I... I don't know. I never knew a wh... Unh. I better go now I have a lot of work to do. I'll talk to you at school."

John got up and walked to the door rapidly. He turned and looked into the room briefly when he got to the door. He saw Carrie crying silently while her mother held her. He closed the door gently and walked to his truck.

When he got home John rushed through his chores then walked over to where his grandfather was once again sitting on his patio. "Grandpa can I talk to you a minute?"

"Sure son. What's on your mind this beautiful evening? Girl trouble?" his grandfather asked.

"Sort of," John said. "Grandpa what do you know about Carrie and her mother? I've been hearing things and I need to know."

"John I really don't think it's my place to say much about those two. I know you've probably heard the rumors around town but it's really their business. If it helps any I have no reason to believe the rumors are true. Most of the bad talk comes from her exs."

"Grandpa I had to take Carrie home again today and she asked me to come in her house. When I was there her mother told me she had cheated on Carrie's father and after the divorce she had moved to Vegas and worked as a prostitute for ten years. I guess I just want to know if it's true and what I should do about it?"

Mr. Stevens leaned back in his chair and looked at his grandson. He said, "She told you that huh. Did she say why she was telling you that story?"

"Yeah. She said I needed to know so I could decide if I wanted to change my mind about helping Carrie and hanging around their place. What should I do Grandpa?"

"Well son I can't really say. You do have to decide what you want to do. You have to decide if Carrie is a nice girl or not and if you want to have anything to do with her and her family. I know your mother doesn't really trust Traci but for the record I don't believe her mother or the women that live with them are bad women. They may have done some things when they were younger that society frowns on but as far as I know since they have lived here in Prineville they have kept to themselves and been honest moral women. Now that's all I'll say on that subject."

John sat there a while then said, "Thanks Grampa. I guess I'll take a drive to think about this."

John drove around town for several minutes then found his truck in front of Carrie's home. He turned it off and sat staring at the house. He finally opened the door and walked onto the porch. When he rang the bell he didn't think anyone would answer. He was getting ready to leave when the door opened and he saw Carrie standing there. "What do you want John?" she asked.

"Carrie I need to talk to you and your mother a minute." Carrie just looked at him then turned and walked back into the house. John finally followed her. 

Traci was sitting in a chair watching as the two teenagers came into the living room. She looked at John and said, "What do you want John?"

John stood rocking back and forth on his feet. He licked his lips and began talking. He said, "I... Well I've been thinking about what you said. I talked to my grandpa and he said... well we don't have any reason to believe you are bad people and... well I sort of like both of you and if you don't mind I'd like to see Carrie and..."

Carrie was standing beside John watching him in shock. He mother sat and frowned while she listened to him talk. When he finished she said, "John I've already told you you're welcome here whenever you want. I appreciate what you've done for Carrie but if you think... No we won't go there. But if you mistreat her in any way I'll be the worst nightmare you've ever had."

Carrie reached out and took John's hand. She led him to the couch and pushed him to sit. "John do you want a coke or something?" she asked.

Over the next several weeks John and Carrie became inseparable. She spent all the time she could with him at school. At first it was for his protection but then later it was because she really liked him and wanted to be near him. When the other kids saw how John treated her they began to treat her better. She began making friends. After all, if the son of one of the oldest and most respected families in town thought she was OK she must be.

Since John and Carrie were so close he spent a lot of his free time at her house also. He became friends with Traci and her boarders. The four women who rented the apartments loved to tease John. They would dress provocatively and flirt with him until he was tongue tied from embarrassment. They never completely crossed the line but it was obvious they weren't afraid to use their sexuality to torment him.




True Love



One day when John and Carrie entered the house they heard hammering and female cursing coming from the back porch. They wandered out the kitchen door to see Traci and Melinda tearing up the old porch floor. Melinda was dressed only in a man's dress shirt and a pair of panties. John blushed when he saw her unfettered breasts swinging while she worked.

Carrie giggled at him then whispered in his ear, "You know you like to look at Mom's friends. When are you going to quit blushing when you see them?"

John blushed a deeper shade of red and whispered back, "Probably never but I'd really rather see yours." 

Carrie squealed and hit him on his shoulder with her fist. "In your dreams cowboy. In your dreams."

While John watched the destruction of the old porch he remembered hearing Traci complain about the rotted boards. At the time she had said she didn't have to money to hire the work done so would wait as long as she could before replacing it. She had said then she really wanted to replace it but the contractor wanted way too much to do it. She told him she might try to do it herself.

John and Carrie watched a few minutes and laughed at the trouble the women were having. Finally John told Carrie he had to get home and do his chores. Carrie walked him to his truck and they spent a few moments talking before he drove off.

John rushed through his chores then loaded his father's carpentry tools in the back of his truck. He drove back to town and down the side of the hotel. Traci, Carrie and her friend were still working on the old porch. They all stopped and watched while John backed his truck up onto the patio near the porch.

"John what are you doing back here and why did you drive into my yard?" Traci asked.

"John smiled and said, "Well you are having a lot of trouble with that little job and I thought I would help if you want me to. I have our carpentry tools with me and we can do the job right if you would let me help you. I've helped Dad and Grandpa build a lot of things on the place and I have had some classes at school so I think we can do it right."

"Are you sure John?" asked Traci. "I could really use the help. This isn't as easy as it looks on the home improvement shows on TV. The man at the lumber yard made it sound so simple but..."

John laughed and said, "It really is easy if you have the right tools and just a little experience but if you don't it is a stone cold bitch." He blushed when he saw Traci frown at him. "I'm sorry. I..."

Traci cut in and said, "That's OK John. I've heard the words before but I don't appreciate them. Don't make a habit of it."

John got his tools out and began working. Before it got too dark to see he had the rest of the old porch torn out and had braced the upper landing so it wouldn't sag too much. He said, "That's all we can do tonight. If you don't mind can Carrie come to my place with me after school tomorrow and help with my chores? If she does we can get here sooner and get more work done. I think we can finish the job tomorrow night and this weekend if you want."

Traci looked at Carrie and said, "If Carrie wants to go I guess it would be OK. Tell your mother I will make supper for you."

John had looked over the lumber and hardware Traci purchased for the project. He decided she hadn't bought everything they would need so on the way home the next day he and Carrie stopped at the lumberyard and picked up a few more items. Then before they left the farm he threw some more items into his truck from their storage shed.

When Traci saw him back his loaded truck up to her porch she came storming out of the kitchen. "John what's all that stuff in your truck? I can't afford all that and..."

John broke in on her diatribe. He said, "Traci I didn't ask you to pay for it. Most of this stuff we won't use but I wanted to have it here in case I needed something. Some of the things you bought just aren't right for the project. We can return them if you still have the invoice and the money you get for returning them will pay for most of the extra stuff I bought. OK?"

Traci still looked upset but she had calmed down a lot. Finally she grudgingly said, "OK John if you're sure the costs will be the same but don't you ever do something like this again without checking with me."

John and Carrie got back to work while Traci went back into the kitchen to continue preparing supper. By the time she called the two young people to eat John had replaced the rotten floor joists and had part of the floor back on the old porch. He had also jacked up the upper level so they could place the new supports on the lower floor to support the second floor porch.

After the meal John pushed back from the table and said, "That sure was good Traci. I thought mother made the best fried chicken I had ever eaten but yours was much better. I guess I'd better get back to work though. I would like to get the rest of the floor down and brace the upper porch floor better before I quit tonight."

John and Carrie worked until about 830 p.m. but they did get the floor down. He and she were standing beside the driver door of his truck just before he left. They were talking and he was staring down into her eyes. He slowly leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips.

Carrie gasped and stepped back from John. Her face had a haunted, frightened look. John felt a frightened lurch in his stomach. He started to open his mouth to apologize. He watched while Carrie's expression changed. She stepped back toward him and this time she pressed her torso against him and stood on her tiptoes. She kissed him this time and wrapped her arms around him pulling him tightly against her.

John didn't know how long the kiss lasted but when they broke it he looked up to see Traci standing holding the kitchen screen door open. She was staring at the two young people with a strange expression on her face.

John muttered, "Oh Shit."

Carrie got a frightened look on her face and asked, "John what's the matter? Did I do something wrong?"

"No Honey. I liked it but your mother's watching us and I don't think she's very happy."

Carrie jerked from John's grasp and turned to see her mother staring at them. "Crap. You just go. I don't think she'll be angry. We've talked about you and she thinks you're a good person. Let me handle this John."

"Are you sure Carrie," John asked. When Carrie nodded yes he got into his truck and drove off.

John was worried and didn't sleep too well that night. The next morning, a Saturday, he got up earlier than usual and did his chores. He was at Carrie's house by 7:00. He didn't see any movement or hear any noise so he tried to work quietly. Carpentry is a noisy business though so not long after he got started he saw a light come on in Carrie's bedroom, then in her mother's.

The two women came wandering out the door in their robes and stood staring at John. Traci said, "John why are you here so early? I didn't expect you until later."

"Well Traci, I told you I'd be here early. I'm sorry if I got started too early and woke you but... Well, we always get started this time at home and I just... I didn't mean to bother you. I can leave and come back later if you want?"

"No John. It's OK. You're here now. Keep on working. I'll make coffee and we'll get dressed and be back to help. Have you had your breakfast?"

"Unhhh no, but I brought a sandwich. I'll have it later."

"Nonsense. I have to cook something for Carrie and myself so I'll just make you something too."

When the coffee was done they all sat on the new porch drinking it. After a couple of cups John and Carrie returned to work while Traci returned to the kitchen to make breakfast.

By the time lunch was ready John and Carrie had finished the porch rails and step rails. They took a break until after lunch then started on the upper porch deck and railing. This part of the job was more difficult because they had to take out the old floor joists that were bad and replace them as they went. John had brought jacks and other tools they would need to support the porch roof and the upper deck but it was a long, tiring and dangerous afternoon. They only managed to get the new upper porch floor joists in place by 830 that evening.

All three were exhausted when John decided they had the job stable enough to quit for the evening. John was careful to arrive later on Sunday and he found Carrie and her mother trying to work on the flooring without him.

He rushed upstairs to help them and said, "I'm sorry I'm so late. I would have been here sooner but I thought you wanted to sleep longer. Here, let me do that." John took a board the two women had been struggling with and slid it into place.

With the three of them working they had the deck floor on the porch and the roof supports back in place before lunch. After lunch they finished the railing and began loading the trash into John's truck for him to haul off.

Carrie had just finished throwing some scrap wood into the truck bed. She turned around and John was standing behind her watching. She felt a lurch in her stomach when she saw him staring at her. Her breath caught in her throat. She felt her breathing quicken when he leaned toward her. His lips brushed hers gently then she felt his tongue lightly tickle her lips.

Carrie felt her nipples harden under her bra and her pussy moistened. She leaned into John's kiss and moaned. Her arms came around him as they clenched with each other. Finally the kiss broke and John stood, still holding her. He looked into her eyes and asked, "Carrie would you like to go to the show Friday night? I've had so much fun with you this weekend and talking to you at school I'd really like to go out with you too."

Carrie was shocked. She knew John liked her but until their first kiss on Saturday night she hadn't considered dating him. He was her friend, her protector. He was almost like a brother. She licked her lips and stood staring at John. He began to look nervous and let her go. He took a step back. Now he looked scared. "Carrie what's wrong?" he asked.

Carrie shook herself. She licked her lips again and said, "Unhhh nothing John. You just surprised me. I... I just thought we were friends. I guess I could go if it's ok with mother."

John felt hurt. He thought maybe she didn't want to go and felt obligated since he had helped with the carpentry. He felt himself getting angry. "Hey," he said. "If you don't want to go that's fine. Don't do me any favors. I just thought... Well, I have to go." He stepped around Carrie and got into his truck. By the time he was out of sight Carrie was crying.

Traci came out of the house and asked, "Where's John Carrie? Why did he leave so soon?" Then she saw Carrie crying and said, "Carrie what's wrong? Did you and John..."

Carrie broke in on her mother. She said, "He asked me out Momma. I was surprised and I think I made him angry and hurt his feelings. I was just so surprised he wanted to take me somewhere and I guess I..."

Traci pulled Carrie to her and hugged her. "Shhhh. It's ok honey. Of course you can go if you want to. What did you tell John?"

"I really didn't say much. I was just so surprised. I just told him I thought we were friends and that I supposed I could go if it was ok with you. He looked upset and just left then. What did I do wrong Momma?"

Traci sighed. She pushed Carrie away from her and held her at arm's length. She looked into her eyes and said, "Honey it was the way you said it I believe. I saw you and John this weekend. That boy likes you a lot. He has been so careful to watch out for you and to help you this weekend and even before. Then when he got the courage to ask you out you told him you thought you were just friends and acted like it would be a favor to him if you went with him."

Carrie was crying again and asked, "Momma what can I do? I want to go with him. I really do. I just..."

Traci placed her fingers over Carrie's mouth and shushed her. "Well honey, you have to do some damage control for sure. I don't know how much you hurt John but if he really wants to go out with you badly enough he'll get over it. I think you should explain to him and apologize for the way you accepted his invitation."

Carrie looked at her mother and said, "Can I use the car please? I think I should do it in person instead of on the phone." 

Traci smiled and said, "Sure honey but be careful. Tomorrow's a school night so don't be late."

When Carrie got to John's house there were no lights on. She was afraid they were gone or already in bed. She was getting ready to leave when she heard voices coming from the patio of his grandparent's house. She shrugged her shoulders and walked toward the sound. Just before she walked around the corner she heard John talking to his grandfather.

John said, "That's all that happened Grandpa. I thought she liked me then when I asked her out I got the feeling she didn't want to go but would as a favor since I had helped with the porch. What should I do?"

Carrie thought about listening to what his grandfather had to say then decided she needed to talk to John now before she lost her nerve. Besides, she needed to let him know it wasn't a favor before he got any more hurt.

Carrie walked around the corner and before the two men saw her she said, "John I'm sorry. I didn't mean I would go with you as a favor. I was just so surprised when you kissed me and again when you asked me out. I like you a lot John but I just never knew you were thinking of me that way. I just thought you liked me as a friend and when you asked me out I was surprised. Please can you forgive me and please can we go out? I asked mother and she said it was OK."

By the time she had finished talking Carrie had walked up to John and sat on his lap. He looked into her eyes for a moment then she leaned in and gave him a soft gentle kiss on the lips. She sighed when she felt his arms go around her and pull her to him. It felt so good to feel her breasts mashed against his muscled chest. She felt her nipples harden once more and she moaned.

All at once Carrie remembered John's grandfather and pulled away from John. She turned her head toward where the old man had been sitting. His chair was empty. Just before they heard the door to the house close he said, "I guess you two can work this out by yourselves from here. See ya in the morning John."

Carrie smiled and leaned back against John once more. Maybe things would work out after all. She sure hoped so. It was almost midnight before Carrie got home. When she walked into the living room she saw her mother sitting in her favorite chair waiting on her.

Traci smiled and said, "I guess things went well as late as you are getting home. Do you have a date Friday night?" Carrie smiled and nodded her head yes. She then went on to shower and slip into her cool bed. She went to sleep thinking about John once again.

Carrie and John dated regularly the rest of the school year. He also did many more repairs for Traci. The fact that the Fielding and Stevens families were friendly with Traci and her renters helped her in many ways also. The townspeople began to accept her as a valued member of the community. Now they would speak to her when she was in town and she began going to the local café occasionally to have coffee or a meal.

During her visits with the local townsfolk she mentioned what a good job John had done on her repairs. John began getting calls from people asking if he would help make repairs to their homes and buildings. After talking it over with his mother and Grandfather he agreed to take some of the jobs. Since he liked her and she needed a job John hired Carrie to help him. They split the profits 65/35. John had the larger split because he was using his truck and the family tools. Both of the young people made more that summer than if they had worked in town for wages so they were happy.

When fall approached Carrie became more and more morose. She knew John was going away to college and she was just going down the road to the local Junior College. She and her mother had enough to live on but they couldn't afford the higher tuition and room and board of a college farther away. Going to the Junior College Carrie could live at home. It was a tearful good bye the day John left.

Every weekend he came home and during the holidays John and Carrie were together but things seemed different to both of them. They still did some odd jobs on the weekend but that was about the extent of their relationship. They were meeting different and exciting people at their respective colleges and were growing apart. It saddened both of them but it was happening. 

John began coming home less and less and Carrie missed him. They had both admitted to the other that they went out with friends after class and on the weekends. It was understood that members of the opposite sex were with them. They never came out and said they were dating others but for all intents and purposes they both knew it was happening. Many of the dates were not formally a date though. It was a "hey, I'll meet you at..." sort of arrangement. Neither of the young people found anyone they wanted to date seriously however.

When he was home Carrie always made time for John and if there was a job he could do for Traci he did it. During long breaks and the summers they took a few repair jobs around town together also.

After she finished Junior College Carrie transferred to the same 4-year institution John attended. His major was construction management and hers was business administration. Now that they were going to the same college they once again began growing closer. They drove back and forth from college to home together. They studied together. They met many evenings to just talk. About the middle of the first semester of their junior year John asked Carrie for a formal date again. She looked at him and smiled. "Yes. This time John I know just exactly how to answer you. I would love to go out with you again."

John smiled and looked deeply into her eyes. The only problem was when Carrie screamed at him, "LOOK OUT" and he realized he really should be watching the road. He quickly turned the steering wheel and got his old truck back in his lane where it was supposed to be.

From that time on John and Carrie were a couple. When their senior year began they took an apartment together. They each had a separate bedroom but, well I'm sure no one really believed they spent the nights in both beds.

John's little business continued throughout those years, slowed down only by college. They came home nearly every weekend so they could take care of the small jobs his grandfather would line up for the kids.

At his family Thanksgiving Dinner during their last year of college John acted really nervous. All his immediate family were there, his older sister and her brood and even Traci and Carrie were invited. Before the meal John walked into the kitchen and snatched a piece of the turkey Carrie was slicing. She slapped at his hand when he took it and he retaliated by tickling her. She laughed and put the knife down and chased him from the room.

Traci and Jessica smiled at each other then Traci yelled, "Hey you two. Stop running in the house and behave." 

They heard giggling coming from John's bedroom then Carrie screamed, "What?"

Traci and Jessica looked at each other smiling. Then their smiles turned to concern because Carrie was crying. They put down their kitchen utensils and went down the hallway to the door of John's room. 

John was lying on his back and Carrie was lying on her stomach, her chest resting on his while she kissed him madly. John's hand had pushed under her skirt and he was rubbing her ass. Traci said, "Honey?"

Carrie jumped and pushed herself off John. She was blushing deeply. She got up from the bed and ran to her mother. She wrapped her arms around her and hugged her tightly to herself.




True Love



Jessica was standing slightly behind Traci when Carrie wrapped her arms around her mother so she saw the ring first. She gasped and said, "OH, my."

Carrie pulled her head from her mother's shoulder and held her left hand out to Jessica. "Isn't it the most gorgeous thing?"

When she felt Carrie move and heard what she said Traci pushed her away and turned to look at Jessica. She saw what Jessica was admiring and gasped also. She wrapped her arms around Carrie and said, "Oh, Honey. I'm so happy for you." By now all three women were crying and the men began arriving. Thanksgiving dinner was late and slightly cold by the time it was served but no one seemed to care.

Carrie set the wedding date for the week after she and John graduated from college. They would get married and take a short honey moon then return to Prineville and start their construction business. Carrie planned to work in the office and help John with some of the work also. John would find, bid the jobs and do most of the work. Until they got enough work they had been promised part time work in some of the businesses John's family ran in the area. They were going to live in a cabin near a local fishing resort owned by another branch of John's family.

The day of the wedding dawned bright and clear. Like most brides and grooms John and Carrie were nervous but also so excited. They had reserved the local church for the wedding and the reception. It was only two blocks from Carrie's home so on his way to the church John drove by the old hotel hoping to see Carrie. He drove down the alley because her room was in the rear.

When John passed the back of her home he saw the back door open and trim hanging from the door jamb. He stopped and looked at it trying to decide why the door was broken. While he watched the house he saw Carrie dart across her bedroom window and it seemed a shadow was also inside her room with her. He supposed her mother was helping her get dressed.

He was starting to drive off when he heard the crash of breaking glass from within the house. That sound and the broken door were enough for him. He decided he was going to check things out even if he did make Traci and Carrie angry at him for seeing her before the ceremony.

When John entered the kitchen he saw broken plates on the floor and two chairs were lying on their sides on the floor. He stood a moment and then he heard women crying and a male voice saying, "Shut up and watch the damn whore get what she deserves. Hell she always did like a good fucking. John heard a sharp slap and more crying.

John reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed his mother and said, "Mom I'm at Carries. Something's wrong here. The back door is broken open and I hear fighting from her bedroom. I'm going to check it out. Please call 911 and send someone down to help in case I need it."

When John started down the hallway he heard Carrie moan, "Noooooo. Don't, please don't."

A male voice said, "Shut up bitch and suck it. You can suck a cock and watch your old lady get fucked at the same time. NOW DO IT! You know you like it. Shit your old lady's a whore so it's not like you haven't seen it before probably. Hell I bet you watch her all the time. Now get busy. I'm sick and tired of waiting on you to put out for me. Besides, I can't wait to send you back to that damn Johnnie boy full of a man's sperm. I'm tired of waiting on him to get tired of your ass so I'm going to take it now."

John ran down the hallway and through Carrie's bedroom door. He saw in a glance that Jason was fucking Traci while Jeremy held her down. Traci's face was bloody and had bruises on it. Her dress had been torn open and her breasts were out, her skirt was around her waist and her panties had been torn off. There were bite marks on her breasts. 

He saw Charles standing with his cock out trying to force Carrie down to a kneeling position in front of him. She was crying and her wedding dress was torn open. Her breasts were out for all to see.

John was running full tilt when he hit Charlie knocking him down onto the floor. He didn't hardly slow down. While Charles was lying there trying to regain the breath John had knocked out of him John kicked him as hard as he could in the head. Charles grunted and collapsed back without moving.

Next John turned to the two men on the bed with Traci. She was still struggling a little and Jeremy was off the bed heading for John. John slammed into Jeremy and began hitting him while Jason was still wrestling with Traci. Jason pulled his fist back and hit Traci in the face. When she collapsed onto the bed he rose and started for John. About that time two other men ran into the room and took Jeremy down. Three more men entered and went after Jason. John turned and wrapped his arms around the crying Carrie.

"Shhhh Honey,' he said. "I'm here now. It's ok. They can't hurt you again." Carrie snuggled deeper into his arms and he felt her body shaking as she cried her heart out.

Carrie pulled away from John and looked into his eyes. "Momma?" she asked. As she asked that question she tried to pull from him and go to her mother.

About that time the paramedics and police came bustling into the room. They saw the women and torn clothing. They also saw five men dressed in suits holding two other men without pants down onto the floor. Charlie of course was just lying there unmoving.

Jeremy and Jason were cursing and threatening John when the first policeman entered the room. They came with drawn pistols and separated the combatants.

One of the paramedics went to Traci and began checking her out. A second went to Charlie. He examined him rapidly then turned to Carrie. As he was trying to quieten her down he said to the police, "That one's dead." And pointed to Charles.

Carrie moaned when she heard that Charles was dead and John felt his stomach turn over. After all the combatants had been examined another ambulance was called. They took Traci and Carrie in one and the two remaining assailants in the other. No one had been too gentle with Jason and Jeremy so they had some serious but not life threatening injuries. Unfortunately, John was taken to the police station for killing Charles.

It was almost noon before John was released and he could get to the hospital to see Traci and Carrie. They were in the same room. When he got there he found most of the female members of his family. His father and Grandfather were with him because they picked him up at the police station. Traci was sleeping but Carrie was just laying in her bed looking out the window when he arrived.

As John walked into the room his family walked past him toward the hallway. Just before she left his mother stopped beside him and caressed his face. "John, I'm so sorry. The doctors say they will both be OK but... John you have to be real careful and understanding." Jessica hugged her son then walked out of the room.

John walked up beside Carrie's bed and pulled up a chair. She turned her head toward him and he could see her shake with her silent tears. He reached out and held her hand then bent forward to lay his torso on her. He felt pain when he felt her jerk away from him and heard her gasp.

"God Honey, I'm so sorry. I..." he said.

Carrie had stopped his sentence by placing her fingers over his lips. "You're always saving me from him aren't you? Are you going to be in trouble because you... I mean what are they going to do about..."

"I don't know Honey. They released me on bond. They told us the prosecutor hadn't decided whether to prosecute me for Charlie or not but they did say in most cases like this he wouldn't. How are you and your mother feeling?"

Carrie was still gently crying as she said, "Ok I guess. How are we supposed to feel? We were raped for gods sake."

John bent and gave her a gentle kiss then said, "I know Honey and I'm so damn sorry. I," then he just got up and walked away.

When he was nearing the door it opened and a doctor came in with a nurse. She looked at John and said, "Would you leave please while we check on the ladies?"

John was waiting when the doctor came out of the room. He asked the doctor how Traci and Carrie were doing.

"Who are you? I can't release information on a patient to just anyone who asks," the doctor said.

John felt himself becoming angry and his face heated up. He felt his jaws clinch and saw the doctor take a step back. He battled with himself until he got his temper under control then he said, "I am Carrie's husband and Traci is my mother. Now are you going to tell me what's going on or not?"

The doctor looked in her files then said, "According to my records neither of them are married. Do you have some proof you are her husband?"

John took a deep breath and then said in a much too loud voice, "No, just an unsigned marriage license. They were dressing for the wedding when this happened now are you going to help me out here or am I going to have to"

John and the doctor heard Carrie at the same time. She was sitting on the edge of her bed trying to get up as she said, "Doctor, it's all right. He can know anything he wants to know about me or mother. I trust him completely to make any decision or know anything he needs to about either of us."

By this time Carrie was slumping forward about to fall. The doctor and nurse rushed back into the room and helped her lay back down. "Carrie I don't want you to try and get up again without help. If you fall you could injure yourself worse. Now please lay there and I will fill John in on your and your mother's conditions."

The doctor and nurse returned to John and she guided him farther away from the door. She said, "Carrie is physically ok, just terribly weak and bruised. Her rectum was torn slightly when they unh; during the assault. That wasn't too serious though. Of course her vagina was bruised during the assault as well and there was some chafing due to lack of lubrication but that, too was minor. We will probably release her later today if she has someone at home to help her. Of course after something like this the mental trauma is severe and she will require some psychiatric care before she gets back to normal."

"Traci will have to stay here for a few more days. There was some internal damage we had to repair surgically and a punctured lung from a broken rib. She should make a full recovery but it's going to be a long hard journey. Of course she will also need psychiatric help after her physical condition improves."

True to her word the doctor released Carrie that afternoon and John took her home to his house. They moved her into his bedroom and he went to her home to pick up some of her clothes. The wedding was put off indefinitely of course.

Four days later Traci was also released from the hospital and she, too, was moved into John's parent's home where they could care for her and Carrie. John did what work he could but he was always there to take Carrie and Traci to their doctor's visits and to the psychiatrist. 

Traci bounced back first in spite of her serious physical injuries but Carrie was listless and withdrawn. One day John came into her room and walked up behind her. He hugged her before he said anything and she screamed, turned and began hitting him while she cried. He had a bloody nose and black eye before he got her calmed down enough to stop hitting him. He turned to see his family and Traci standing in the door watching.

Traci had her jaw and fists clenched. She, too, was trembling.

John said, "Carrie, Honey. I'm sorry. I just didn't think. I saw you standing there and you were so beautiful. I love you so much and I just wanted to hug you for a while. I just forgot. I'm so sorry honey." He gave her a small kiss on the forehead and walked dejectedly from the room. His family made a pathway for him to walk through and none of them spoke.

Tracy walked into the room and wrapped her arms around Carrie. The two women just stood there silently crying and swaying back and forth. John's family quietly walked away to leave them in peace.

After they had been home for three weeks John was bringing them back from yet another doctor visit when Carrie mentioned wanting more clothes for the summer. John just turned the car around and drove to the old hotel. He felt both women getting quieter as he got closer to their home. When they arrived they were shaking. He got out of the car and they followed. When they walked into Carrie's room she stopped and turned white. She started shaking and then when John walked up behind her and touched her shoulder she screamed, turned and ran from the room. John and Traci followed her. When they got to the car Carrie was in the back seat curled into a ball crying. She had locked the doors and they couldn't get into the vehicle.

John called his mother and had her being another set of keys. They opened the doors of the car and John slid into the back seat with Carrie. She wouldn't say anything. She only lay there holding herself and moaning, "Noooo, NOOO, NOOO."

When they couldn't calm her down John and Traci took her back to the hospital. The doctor on call admitted her. Over the next few days they waited and waited for her to come back to them to no avail. Finally it was decided to put her in an institution where she could get specialized care.

In July John was home when he got a phone call from the institution. Carrie's doctor wanted to talk to him about her. "Mr. Dawson we have been running some tests on your... On Carrie and we have come up with something we need to talk about. Mr. Dawson when Carrie was admitted here we can find no record of you telling us about her pregnancy. Did you know?"

John broke in on the doctor and said, "Carrie's pregnant? How far along is she? Do we know... Can we tell who the father is? I mean she was raped and..."

The doctor said, "No Mr. Dawson. We have no way of knowing who the father is until the child is born at least. I just felt you should know and see if you could shed any light on possibly when she got pregnant?"

"No Doctor. I mean, well we were together some before but, well it could be mine but... I just don't know for sure. She and her mother were raped repeatedly so it could be those assholes that did it."

While John was talking he heard a gasp from behind him. He turned to see Traci and his mother standing listening to the conversation. This was normal because when the institution called they would listen in if they could. This time though, he wished they hadn't.

After he hung up John saw the tears glistening in both women's eyes. His mother said, "Oh, John. I don't know whether to be sorry or happy for you. What are you thinking?"

"I don't know Mom. I just don't know what to say or do." He looked embarrassed and said, "It could be my child. We always used protection but... Well she wasn't on the pill yet so... I guess all we can do is wait and see."

John turned to Traci and said, "Traci, I, Uh. I want to do a DNA test when the baby is born. Of course if it is mine I want to keep it and... Well, if it's one of those asshole's kids I just... You'll have to decide about that but I just couldn't live with that I don't think."

Traci walked up to John and hugged him. She whispered, "I know John. We'll think of something when the time comes. Now let's just see what happens."

Around three A.M. January third the phone awakened John and his family. It was the institution where Carrie was living. The message was fast, short and urgent. "Mr. Dawson Carrie went into labor about an hour ago. So far she is fine. We had her taken to St Francis Medical Center in Centerton for the delivery. Should I tell them you are coming?"

"Of course," John said. "How is Carrie?"

"Fine sir but still unconscious of course," the nurse answered.

John ran back to his room for his clothes. By the time he was dressed and walking across the living room his mother and Traci were also dressed and waiting on him. All three of them rushed to the car and drove the 47 miles to Centerton. They rushed into the hospital admitting area and were directed to the maternity wing.

John walked up to the desk and told the nurse on duty who they were and got an update on Carrie. She had not delivered yet so they were directed to the waiting area.

About 7:45 that morning a harried looking doctor came into the waiting room. "Mr. Dawson?" he asked. When John stood the doctor walked up to him and said, "Your wife had a 6 pound 10 ounce boy at 718 this morning. The mother and child are doing well. Can I answer any questions for you?"

John looked over at Traci and his mother then he said, "Yes Doctor I, uh, I need to get a DNA test done on me and the baby. Can you do that or tell me how I can get it done?"

The doctor looked at John and frowned. He said, "Sir I can do that but is there some reason this has to be done now?"

"Yes doctor there is. Carrie was raped on our wedding day and I never knew she was pregnant. I need to know if this is my child or not before we name it or... Well I don't even want to see it if it's not my child. I just want Carrie to be ok and..." his voice broke and the doctor looked uncomfortable. Jessica came up and hugged her son while she looked at the doctor also.

"Yes Mr. Dawson. I think I understand. We'll get some tissue from the child and if you will go to the nurses' station I will have them get the sample we will need from you. I hope everything works out for you." he squeezed John's shoulder and walked away.

The next three days were torture for John and his family. Traci had gone to the nursery and looked in to see the child but John had not. He just couldn't force himself to do that. Finally mid afternoon three days after the birth John got the call on the tests. After he had talked to the hospital he just sat in his chair crying and holding the phone.

His mother, Traci and his father were standing watching him. Finally Traci said, "John. What is it?"

John looked up at the three older adults and said through his tears, "It's mine. It isn't one of those assholes kid. We have a son."

His parents and Traci broke out in smiles and the two women walked to him and hugged him. His mother looked at Traci and asked, "What are you going to name him John?"

"I think John Carl Dawson sounds nice. If Traci doesn't mind that is?"

Traci smiled and said, "No John, that's fine. After all, he's your son and since Carrie can't..." then she broke down in tears while John hugged and comforted her.

The next day John and Traci went to the hospital to pick up the newest member of their family—John Carl Dawson.

The trial of Jeremy and Jason was an ordeal for John. They had a bulldog for an attorney and he tried to paint John as the aggressor of course. He dug up the records of all their fights in high school to prove John had it in for them. He tried to insinuate Carrie had led them on. Of course, considering the violence with which they and Charles perpetrated their crimes against Traci and Carrie he lost the case but just reliving those days and especially the day of the rape were extremely hard for John and his family.

Finally the trial was over and Jeremy and Jason were sentenced to life in prison without parole. The fact that Carrie was in an institution because of the rape helped in their conviction and sentencing but all of her family would have accepted a lesser sentence if she had been able to be there with them.

As the months, then years, went by you never saw a more spoiled boy than John Carl Dawson. For all intents and purposes he had two mothers and three fathers because Traci and Jessica took care of him for John while he worked and John's father and Grandfather acted as more father figures.

Twice a week and either all day Saturday or Sunday John would be at the institution with Carrie. The first thing he did when he arrived was give her a gentle kiss. Then he pulled a chair up beside her bed and began talking to her. He told her how their business was growing and how the rest of the family was doing. He always told her how much he loved her and how much he missed her and needed her. 




True Love



Of course he bragged about their son too when he visited. He held her hand and caressed her as he crooned out his love. On the weekend he would take John Carl with him so the boy could at least see his mother. John would tell his son about how wonderful his mother was and how much in love they were. He promised him that she loved him very much even though she couldn't tell him that.

One Sunday afternoon when John was 5 years old he and his father were telling Carrie good-bye when her hand twitched. John had just finished giving her a good-bye kiss when he saw her eyelids fluttering. She moaned, "Jooohhhhhnnnnn."

Young John looked at his father then said, "Momma?"

John grabbed the call button that had been hung on the wall for those many years and pushed it frantically. When he did not get immediate attention he walked to the door and yelled, "Nurse, Nurse, Help Quick."

An orderly and nurse came running toward him and the nurse said, "Sir, please stop yelling. What seems to be the problem?"

John was panting and his eyes were wet when he said, "She jerked her hand and said my name. Her eyes were moving but she didn't open them."

The nurse gave him an incredulous look and ran into the room. As she went through the door she said to the orderly, "Get Dr. Godolfski"

As Carrie's room filled with people John found he and young John were pushed outside. Finally Dr. Godolfski came out and walked up to where John and his son were sitting. He said, "She seems to be resting comfortably and her eye response to light seems better but we couldn't get any other response. I just don't know what to tell you. like we said when she was admitted, there is no way of knowing if or when she will awaken. As you know she has had a severe emotional shock and sometimes people never recover from something like that. I'm sorry."

John had called his parents and told them when Carrie made her sounds. They told him they would come right up. Shortly after the doctor had talked to John his parents and Traci came walking down the hallway. He had to tell them there was no further news and watch in sadness when they all looked so sad. They visited a while then decided they needed to go back home because Monday was a work day.

"I think I will stay here tonight and maybe tomorrow. Will you take John home with you please?" John asked.

His father looked at him sadly and said, "Sure son but don't get your hopes up. Take all the time you want but........"

As soon as the family left John walked back into Carrie's room. He pulled a chair back up near her bed and took her hand. He leaned in to kiss her once more and then pulled back. "I'm here Honey. I sent little John home with his grandparents but I'm still here. I still love you so much. Please come back to us. Please."

He leaned forward and gave her another gentle kiss. He thought he felt her lips move but he didn't want to start another false alarm. When he leaned back he though her nipples were harder but decided even if they were it might just be a reaction to some other stimuli.

All through the night he held her hand. He had leaned the chair back and dozed but he didn't get much sleep. When the orderly came in the next morning she was shocked to find John's chair pushed up as close to Carrie's bed as he could get it. He was sleeping and had her hand clasped tightly in his.

"Sir did you spend the night here? You know you're not supposed to do that. Now you have to leave so I can take care of Ms. Carrie here."

John glared at the orderly and started to say something back to her when he felt Carrie's hand twitch again. She moaned, "NNNNOOOOOO."

John and the orderly looked at each other then the orderly turned and ran out of the room toward the nurses' station for help. John leaned toward Carrie and said, "Honey I'm still here. Do you hear me? I'm here Carrie. Please come back to us. Honey?" He felt another small squeeze from her fingers.

John heard noises and glanced toward the door. There were three people standing just inside the door. As he watched the Doctor once again entered the room. "What's the excitement about this time," he asked.

The young orderly said, "She said No when I told this gentleman to leave and I think her hand moved trying to hold him."

While the orderly was talking Carrie's eyes began rapidly moving again and she swallowed. Everyone heard her say, "Stayyyy. Johhhhnnnnn."

That elicited much excitement and a flurry of activity. The doctor walked up to John and said, "Sir I think you should stay as long as you can and keep talking to her. That may help." John nodded OK and after examining her everyone but John and a nurse left. The nurse just stood watching for a while as John talked to Carrie. The longer he talked the more relaxed she seemed.

At one point John took his phone out and called home. He held the phone close to Carrie's ear while he talked hoping she could hear also. He thought he saw her move slightly during the conversation but he couldn't be sure. All throughout the day he talked. He talked until his voice cracked and yet he tried again. Finally in the evening he was so exhausted he fell asleep in his chair. He was leaning on the side of her bed.

In the night John woke up. He felt like something was pulling at his hair and it was ruffling like a wind was blowing it. When he moved his head he felt a pull. He looked up and was staring into two blue eyes as Carrie stared at him.

John was startled and jerked his head away from Carrie's grasp. When he did that she let out a short yelp. She watched while John grappled with the call button. This time when he pressed it he heard immediate footsteps. The overhead room light came on and the charge nurse herself came bustling into the room. It was a little after three a.m.

When she surveyed the bed she first saw Carrie's arm grasping at John's hand then she saw the blue eyes squinting at her in the harsh light. "Oh, My," she said. "It's so good to have you awake and with us again Carrie. Now you just lay there and rest while I check you over. Can you hear me OK?"

She stared at Carrie and Carrie made a small nodding motion with her head. After she had checked Carrie she smiled and said, "Now you two just stay here and be quiet. I need to make a phone call then we will so some tests in the morning."

John didn't even look at the nurse when she left. He was staring into Carrie's eyes while she stared at him. She whispered, "John. Where"

John laid a finger on her lips and said, "Shhh. You've been sick Honey. It's all going to be OK now. Please just rest and get better so we can go back home." He leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss that he felt she returned.

About 5 a.m. John heard a herd of elephants running down the hallway then Traci's voice saying "I don't give a good God Damn if it isn't visiting hours we want to see my Daughter."

The door suddenly filled with said herd of elephants and into the room poured Traci, Jessica, John (John's father) and his grandparents. Carrie opened her eyes again and looked up at the people standing around her bed. She focused on Traci and said weakly, "Momma?"

Traci broke down in tears then fell to her knees to hug Carrie.

About that time Dr. Godolfski came bustling into the room. He took one look at the crowd and said, "Everyone out. Hurry please. I need to see Carrie and there is way too many people in here."

John started to rise but Carrie slowly reached and grabbed his hand. She was staring at him with a pleading expression as she held onto his hand. She turned her head slightly and whispered, "Momma?" when they tried to rise she began breathing very rapidly and looked extremely frightened. Dr. Godolfski looked at her expression and said, "OK John you and this lady can stay. The rest of you go please."

Carrie immediately relaxed and held John's hand while the doctor examined her. After the exam he talked to all three of them for a short time. He said, "There is every reason to believe this awakening will be permanent but sudden shocks and frights as well as strong emotional jolts should be avoided. Having said that, we need to begin weaning her away from the IV's and onto solid food. As her strength returns we will need to begin physical therapy to build strength. I will make arrangements for psychiatrists to come in and visit as we prepare her mentally to return home."

"Right now gentle exercise and rest are important. Do not discuss Carrie's condition with her unless the medical staff approves of the conversation." He turned to Carrie and said, "Carrie do you remember anything about your problem, why you're here?"

Carrie looked at him a moment with a confused expression then nodded her head yes. "Can you tell me some of what you remember?" asked the Doctor.

Carrie said, "I was going to get married. Charles kicked my door down and he...they pushed me and Mother into the bedroom and they..." She looked at John then she said, "But John came and saved me again while they were..." Carrie started crying slowly as she continued. "I was going back to the hotel for more clothes and I was in my room. Charlie came up behind me and grabbed me again but he was dead and John couldn't kill him again. I got away and ran. I don't remember after that. Did I get away from him that time?"

While she was talking John turned white, then he jumped up and ran from the room crying. The doctor jumped up and told the nurse, "Watch Carrie." Then he ran after John.

Doctor Godolfski caught up to John in the front lounge. He was sitting on a couch crying and rocking back and forth. He was mumbling "Oh, my GOD. I did it to her OH, GOD I did it."

Dr. Godolfski sat beside John and held him still. "Son, what's the matter? What are you talking about? I know from her file that you killed the man that was raping her and helped capture two others. Why do you think you did it to her?

John looked at Dr. Godolfski with horror in his eyes. He said, "We were coming home from a session with her psychiatrist when she decided she needed more summer clothes. I usually went to the house where she and her mother lived and got things for them but since we were close I just turned the car around and took them there with me. We were in her bedroom door when she stopped and started trembling. I walked up behind her and put my arm on her shoulder and that's when she screamed and ran away. We found her curled in a ball in the back seat of the car. She was non responsive from that day until now. OH GOD I CAUSED THIS!!!"

The doctor looked at John a moment and said, "John, it sounds like your touch in that room surprised her and perhaps made her flash back to the day of the rape but son you didn't do this to Carrie. At least now I think the doctors will have something to work with while we try to make her well. I think you need to talk to a psychiatrist also though. If nothing else discussing Carrie with one will perhaps make it easier for you to help her."

Carrie continued to improve and, surprising him and everyone else in the family John's attitude improved after he had been seeing the same psychiatrist for a while. Finally came the day when the doctors thought Carrie was stable enough to begin learning about things that had gone on while she was unconscious. It was a bright sunny day and Carrie was sitting in the yard when John and a young boy walked up to her chair. She could see the doctor in the background as well as the parents.

Carrie looked up at John and asked, "John who's this?" The little boy with John was pulling John's hand toward Carrie. 

He started to say something when John said, "No John. Remember you aren't supposed to talk until we say you can." 

When she heard that Carrie looked perplexed then she started to tremble. She said, "Oh, no. His name is John. He looks like you and..." Her face crumpled and she moaned, "You got married and..."

John had sat in a chair facing Carrie and pulled the boy onto his lap by this time. He said rapidly, "NO, Carrie, I'm not married but this is my son. He is our Son Carrie. I named him John Carl Dawson. You were pregnant when... Carrie I've never even looked at another woman. I had you—and little John. No one else would ever be right for me. We waited for you Honey."

Carrie's eyes were sparkling and she smiled through her tears. She held her arms out to John and he let little John go. The child walked up to Carrie and said, "Momma we came to see you all the time. Daddy told me you would get better and come home to live with us sometime. Are you better now? Can you come home to live with us now? I really want to have my Momma at home with me and Daddy. Maybe then he won't cry at night or if he does you can make him feel better."

Carrie smiled and said, "Oh, Honey. I'll come home just as soon as the doctor says I can. He says it won't be long now. Can you wait just a little longer?" Young John hugged her, gave her a sloppy kiss and nodded his head yes.

Finally the day arrived that Carrie could go home. The doctors told her and John that she still needed more psychiatric help and probably would for some time but she had recovered enough to go home. One evening while she was sitting on John's lap watching a movie with him she turned and gave him a kiss.

She looked into his eyes and said, "You really waited all this time for me? There was no one else?" 

John just looked at her and shook his head no then said, "Yes I waited and No, there was never anyone else. Some of the girls we used to know made offers but I just couldn't. I missed you so much and..."

Carrie smiled and leaned over. She gave him a gentle kiss and said, "Well then, don't you think it's time you made an honest woman of me? After all I had you child six years ago and I've been sleeping with you now for six months. Are you ever going to marry me?"

John looked up at Carrie and said, "Oh yes. You just tell me when and where. I'll be there with bells on."

This time the whole town turned out for the wedding. The church was decorated and the Bride, Groom and the whole family dressed together, traveled together and entered the church together. Six years to the day from the scheduled date of their nuptials John Dawson and Carrie Samuels got married.

After the reception they left on a month long honeymoon paid in part by the large property settlement John had won on Carrie's behalf in a civil suit against her attackers. It seems Charles had inherited a large amount of money just before he attacked her and the courts decided she needed some compensation for what he did. Of course much of it had gone for her medical care but there was still enough to help with the honeymoon.

Johns Construction Company continued to thrive. He attributed much of his initial success to Carrie and the sympathy in the surrounding counties when her plight surfaced. Of course he got repeat business because of the quality of his work and cost controls.

John's love for Carrie never faltered throughout the adversity. When he was asked why he didn't move on and date someone else he only would say, "I have my woman. I was prepared to vow in front of God, family and friends that I would be true and take her in sickness and health, for better or worse, till death do us part. In my mind I had already made that commitment. How could I go back on it because of what some animal did to her? After all she was still alive and she was still my woman."