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Tutoring Session

By: blackrandl1958



I was in my last semester studying electronic engineering at Berkley and it had been a tough three years. I'm not really your typical nerd but I fit a lot of the profile. The only difference was I was there on a football scholarship. I was pretty good in high school but not so good in college. I had good instincts and I was strong but I was a step slow. I played middle linebacker and I was second string but no NFL contract was in my future. I really didn't want one anyway. I had absolutely no aspirations for that. Football was a way to pay for college and that was it. I spent as little time on it as I could get away with and spent most of my time trying to graduate at the top of the engineering school. I didn't get to the top, but I was close. My mom didn't make nearly enough as an RN to send me to Berkley and my sister to Carnegie Mellon, but grants, scholarships and working as a tutor every spare minute I had kept me in school.

I was about half way through that last semester when I saw my advisor hurrying after me down the hall. "Dray, wait up for a minute," she called.

I stopped and waited for her to catch up. "Hey Dr. Beiler, what's up?" I asked.

"Dray, I need to talk to you for a minute," she panted as she came up. "Do you have any tutoring openings?"

"Well, yeah; one of my guys flunked out last week. His parents pulled him out. He seemed to be more interested in partying anyway. I guess that doesn't make you very confident in my tutoring abilities, does it?" I laughed.

"Don't be silly," she said. "I know how smart you are. I know you better than my own kids. I have a student that needs some help with her advanced math course. You can do this stuff in your sleep. In fact, I suspect you did the last class you took from me in your sleep. Can you fit her in?"

"Sure, anything for you, Doc," I told her. "Have her give me a call or drop by the tutoring center on Thursday."

I didn't think much more about it for a week and I had forgotten about it until Thursday. My phone rang and I didn't recognize the number. I don't answer calls from people I don't know. I hate to talk on the phone. My iPhone buzzed that I had a voicemail. I listened to it and an angry female voice reminded me that I was supposed to meet her at the center. Hell! I had forgotten.

I hurried over and got the shock of my life. Gloria Willis was leaning against a partition and she wasn't happy. I had never spoken to her but I knew who she was. Everyone knew who she was. She was everyone's wet dream. She was this spectacular redhead. Her hair was this flaming mane that made you want to reach out and touch it to see if it gave off heat. It was down to the middle of her back and it bounced when she moved like it was in slow motion. She had the most amazing, bright blue eyes you've ever seen and this clear, milky skin that looked like it was translucent. A patrician nose, high cheekbones, a cupid's bow mouth and a little pointed chin made a face that Titian would have died to paint. Then there was the rest of her.

She oozed sensuality. She had huge, round breasts that looked like they were about to destroy her bra at every step. Her waist was small enough that it looked like you could span it with your hands and then she swelled out into wide hips and the roundest, jiggliest ass that could be imagined. She was the person that every girl wanted to be and every guy wanted to possess. If you were interested in being popular and sought after, all channels went through her. She dated only the star athletes and top rich playboys on campus. She was constantly surrounded by a court of admirers and she looked like a queen with her royal retinue around her. Now she was someone I was supposed to tutor and she wasn't happy with me. Those blue eyes were ice cold and the look she gave me would have frozen polar bears.

"Miss Willis, I'm Dray Cabot," I said. "I'm sorry, I thought you were going to call if you needed to help,"

"That wasn't my understanding," she said. "Can we just get started?"

I sat down at the table and asked to see her assignment. I started to explain it and when I asked her some questions I could tell right away she didn't have a clue.

"Have you been going to class?" I asked her.

"Yes, but it's just before lunch and I get a lot of texts," she said.

She reached out and touched my hand. It felt like I had been tazered. Her hand was burning hot on mine. She gazed into my eyes and I felt like I was melting. "Dray, wouldn't it be easier if you just did the assignments?" she asked. My underwear were killing me.

"What the hell? Yes, that would be easier, but it wouldn't help you at all," I told her. "That's not what I'm here for. I don't do assignments. If you want me to help you, I'm in. If you're just here to try to scam me into doing your assignments for you by batting your eyes at me, I'll ask Dr. Beiler to get you someone that gives a rat's ass." I pulled my hand away.

She stared at me in shock for a minute and then just got up and walked out. I guess she must have had a novel experience. Maybe she was used to putting her spell on people and getting them to do whatever she wanted. She could probably have done that to me too except I knew those big blue eyes weren't for me and that hot little hand was just an empty promise on mine. She was so far out of my league she might as well have been on the moon and I resented her trying to manipulate me like that. I had her in a dozen classes down through our time at Berkley and she had never even so much as looked at me before. I got up and went back to the dorm in disgust. I had forgotten all about the incident the next day at lunch. I was working on a project on my laptop and eating a Chick Fillet sandwich at a table by myself. I felt a shadow fall across the table and I looked up. It was her!

Shit, I thought to myself. Here we go again. I closed my laptop, wrapped my sandwich up and stood up. I was walking away when I noticed she was following me.

"Look, Miss Willis," I said. "I don't know what you're selling today, but I don't want any. Isn't there some quarterback waiting for you somewhere?"

Those huge blue eyes filled with tears and became liquid pools. I felt like a real asshole for a minute. Then I remembered who this was and I turned away again.

"Why don't you like me?" I heard the sob from behind me.

"What?" I could hardly believe my ears. I turned around and tears were streaming down her cheeks. Jesus, this girl was good!

"Why do you hate me?" she asked. "You don't even know me. Why are you being so mean to me?"

"I know this must be a new concept for you, Miss Willis, but some of us are here to actually learn something," I said. "Some of us actually plan to get a job by studying hard and making grades. Some of us don't give a crap who you are or who you date or whether or not we're going to all the Greek parties. You wasted my time. Do you know how I buy shoes? I do it by tutoring people that want my help. I'm not some frat boy. I'm not some football player that wants to be seen with you on his arm. Do you understand?"

"That's not true, you are a football player," she said. "What makes you think I'm not serious about my education? What makes you think I'm just some bimbo that parties all the time?"

I guess she had a point. "Okay, I'm a football player. I don't know you, but what you suggested last night, putting your hand on mine, asking me to do your assignments; that's bullshit, Miss Willis."

"My name is Gloria," she said. "I'm sorry I asked you to do my assignments. Will you give me another chance?"

I was royally pissed off, but she had a point. "What, exactly, do you mean by another chance?"

"I want you to tutor me."

"Okay, but no more bullshit," I said.

"No more bullshit," she agreed.

"I'll meet you in the tutoring center at seven," I told her.

"I was hoping you'd come to my apartment," she said. "I hate that center. I feel stupid going there. It's like I'm some dummy you're teaching to count."

"Okay, but you'll have to pay for my time going and coming," I told her.

She agreed and gave me the address. "I promise you won't regret it," she said.

When I got to her place I was surprised. She lived in a huge apartment. She had three roommates and the place had four bedrooms, a huge living room and a really nice kitchen. Two of the roommates were there and she introduced me. There was a tall, sultry blonde named Rhonda and a tiny little oriental girl named Tina. Gloria told me the other roommate was a guy named Tim and he had a night class. She ran the other two girls off and got out her books. I sat on the sofa and she came and sat beside me, putting her books on the coffee table and pulling it close so we could work. She really didn't have a clue what was going on and we had to go way back in the book to get to something she understood. I started catching her up and she amazed me. This girl was scary smart. If she had paid attention at all in class she would have all this stuff wrapped up. I would get half way through explaining something and she would pick up her pencil and finish it.

Advanced math; calculous and trigonometry is mostly formulas and knowing the right formula to apply to a particular problem. She picked it up quickly and we caught up on two weeks' worth of stuff in one night. We worked until nine thirty and we called it a night. She sat back on the sofa and stretched. Something hit me on the cheek and fell to the floor. I looked down and it was a button. I glanced at her and noticed the third button on her shirt had popped off. Her shirt was so tightly stretched across her amazing chest that the thread had snapped and I could see her white bra through the gap in her shirt. She hadn't noticed and when she leaned back down I picked the button up and handed it to her. She looked at it and giggled. That giggle made me very uncomfortable because my cock started to become uncomfortable in my pants. She smelled good too. It was one of those Chanel scents and it fit her perfectly.

"Dray, do you have anything tomorrow?" she asked as she walked me to the door.

"Yes, I'm working from after I get out of practice at six until nine," I told her.

"I'll pick you up at nine," she said.

"What for?" I asked.

"I'm taking you to The Cellar for pizza and a beer," she said. "They have a wood fired pizza oven and it's really good."

I didn't know what to say about that. "What... "

"Wear a shirt with a collar," she cut me off and shut the door.

I had no idea what this was about. She must have something in mind, but I couldn't imagine what it was. I was already tutoring her so she obviously wasn't trying to get it for free since she had plenty of money. It was too deep a game for me, so I just decided to go along for the ride. My mind wandered in class the next day. It was Friday and I decided to skip my last class. I went to practice and dealt with the assholes there. For some reason, a lot of football players are huge douche bags. I guess it comes with the 'high school hero' thing. The first string guys are usually pretty cool but the upper classmen that haven't made first string are total tools. They make life as miserable as possible for the guys that are lower on the depth chart. There was one in particular, a jerk named Chance Chapman that I hated with a passion. He was the second string tight end and he was always mouthing off to someone. He caught me on a bad day.

I was getting a drink and he turned the pump off. I flipped it back on and he did it again. I flipped it back on and stood in front of the switch so he couldn't get to it. He laughed and said something about nerds and engineers. I smiled and trotted back out on the field. The next play they called was a spider three y banana and he came across under the coverage. The quarterback hit him and I was waiting. I lit him up like a Christmas tree. I heard ribs cracking and I power slammed him, driving my shoulder into those broken ribs. He screamed and went out like a candle. The assistant coach came running over screaming at me. "You son-of-a... "

I reached out and grabbed him by the front of the shirt. "Go ahead, finish that," I growled. His mouth opened and closed a few times and I shoved him away. I knew he didn't want to fuck with me. I was the second strongest guy on the whole team and the other guy weighed 360 pounds. I'm pretty easy going but no one with any sense wants to piss me off. I can bench 225 pounds more than twenty five times. They carried Chapman off on a stretcher and practice was over.

I had a freshman to tutor and I skipped supper. She was a cute little blonde named Alicia and she's as smart as a whip. She didn't take many advanced science classes in high school and she was struggling a little. She was going to be fine. I went back to the dorm and put on khakis and a polo shirt. I drank a bottle of some piss tasting sports drink and my phone buzzed. It was Gloria. "I'm outside," she texted.

I went down and she was sitting there in a bright yellow Jeep Wrangler. It was sharp. I'm glad she didn't ask me to drive. My 1969 Charger RT with the 426 Hemi ran and sounded great, but the interior and the paint were a little rough. I figured it was a small price to pay to drive my dream car. I climbed into the Wrangler and she was bouncing to Robert Palmer's "Simply Irresistible."

"Hey, Dray," she giggled. "That rhymes. You ready for some fun?"

"I don't know," I said. "Is this going to be fun for me?"

"Of course it is; you're with me, babe," she laughed and spun out of the lot. She had the top off and that mane of red hair flipped in the wind as I grabbed the handle and held on. She drove way too fast and I was a wreck when we pulled up at The Cellar. It really was in the basement and there was a really good smell wafting up the stairs along with the heavy bass beat of George Michael's "Faith" greeting us. She had grabbed me by the hand and she held on as we came in. There was a lined bar on the right past a group of those tall tables with bar stools on the left. There were half dozen booths in the back and she led me back to the only empty booth. Every head in the room turned to watch her and she threw back her hair and laughed up at me as we walked through the drool coming from the guys at the bar. She was smoking hot and she knew it. I have never seen a woman as sexually attractive as she was with all those eyes on her. I just felt like a fool. What was I doing here?

She motioned to a waitress and she came over. "What kind of beer do you drink, Dray?" she asked. "It's on me."

"Do you have Waldhaus Jubiläums Dunkel?" I asked the waitress.

"No, I don't think so," she said. "Isn't that a dark lager?"

I was impressed. "Yeah, just match that as close as you can," I told her.

"How about a St. Pauli Girl Special Dark?" she asked.

I nodded and she brought us two. "This is good, Dray," Gloria told me. "How did you get that name? I've never heard it before."

"My Dad was a fan of obscure Science Fiction," I told her. "He read a series of books over and over and the main character's name was Dray. Why are we here, Gloria? What's going on? Are you trying to make someone jealous? Are you playing some kind of game with me?"

She looked hurt. "Jesus Christ, Dray; stop being such a prick. I want to get to know you. Why do you act like that's a crime?"

"Why? That's what I want to know. Why do you want to get to know me?"

She looked at me speculatively. "I don't really know. There's something about you. I've seen you around. I know we've had classes together and you've never spoken to me once. I'm curious. Is there something about me you don't like? Do you have something against gingers? Are you gay? Every guy I've ever met can't take their eyes off of me, but you just act like I don't exist. Why is that? I wanted to ask you those questions, so I asked you out. You obviously weren't going to ask me, even when I put on that show with the button thing last night."

I laughed. "I don't think you quite asked me out, Gloria. It's more like you gave me orders and I thought the button thing was an accident. You're a piece of work, kiddo."

"Ooh, I like pet names," she smiled up at me. "So, are you going to answer me?"

The waitress saved me by taking our order. We ordered our pizza and some wings and she went away. Gloria just looked up at me with those amazing eyes and waited expectantly.

"I'm not a masochist," I told her. "I don't tilt at windmills and I don't ask girls out that I don't think I have any chance of actually succeeding with. I don't know you, but I know about you. Everyone on campus knows about you."

"They don't know shit," her eyes were flashing now. "Neither do you. What makes you think I wouldn't go out with you if you asked me?"

"Well, look at you," I said. "I know my limitations."

"That's just the problem with you and all the guys like you," she said. "You just look at me. That's all anyone ever does. They see my tits and my face and my ass and they never see anything else. The jocks and rich kids think I'm some kind of trophy. All they want is a fuck toy. The ordinary guys think I'm unapproachable and never ask me. I would have gone out with you in a heartbeat if you had ever asked me."

I knew my mouth was hanging open. I still wondered if she was playing some sort of game with me. Finally I collected my wits enough to speak. "I apologize, Gloria. You've got me pegged. I always saw you with some dickhead playboy or Greek president or big name jock and I just assumed that's the kind of guy you preferred."

She snorted. "That's the only kind of guys that ask me or talk to me. I'm more than tits, Dray."

"I know that," I said. "You're very smart. I suspect you did very well on the SAT, didn't you?"

"It was nearly 2000," she said.

"I figured as much. I could tell the way you were chewing up that math. What's your major?"

"It's biochemistry," she said. "I'm going to be an anesthesiologist."

"So, you're going to give people so many drugs they pass out?" I asked.

She laughed. "I guess that's one way of looking at it. What about you, Dray?"

"I'm an electronic engineer, or I will be when I graduate. I already have a job lined up in Austin, TX working for a big aerospace company. I get my signing bonus in two weeks. Say, Gloria; would you like to go out with me and celebrate?"

She scooted over closer to me and held my arm. One of those big, round breasts was pressed against my arm and my underwear needed adjusting. "I'd like that a lot," she said.

Our wings came and we chatted like old friends while we ate. The pizza was as good as she promised and about halfway through she waved at someone who came in. It turned out to be her roommate Tim. He came over and sat across from me. Gloria introduced us and he shook my hand.

"Glad to meet you," he said. "I've been hearing all about you since last night. Gloria hasn't talked about anything else. I'm jealous."

"Are you two...? "

Gloria laughed. "No, silly; he's jealous of me. Tim's gay, in case you haven't noticed."

I choked a little on my beer and she frowned. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"Not at all," I said when I could speak. "He can be anything he wants to be. I don't give a damn. I'm not gay and as long as no one has a problem with that, we'll get along fine."

"Not even curious?" Tim smirked at me.

"Not even a little," I said. "I like gorgeous little Titian haired girls."

Gloria beamed up at me. "I know what that means," she said.

"I don't," Tim said. "What does that mean?"

"There was an Italian painter named Titian who painted women with red hair. That's where the name came from," I told him. "I'm surprised Gloria knows."

"I know a lot of things, buster," she said. "I'm not just a pair of tits, I told you that."

"Yeah, but you've got quite a pair," I laughed.


Tutoring Session



She cupped her hands under them. "You mean these little old things?" she batted her eyes at me. I swear, I could see her nipples spring erect and try to tear a hole in her shirt. I know my cock gave a lurch. In the next hour there were three more people that joined us and we had to move to a table. By the end of the evening we were part of a group of a dozen. Gloria attracted people like flies to honey and we were the center of attention. She never let go of my arm the whole night. Several people were dancing and I worked my nerve up enough to ask her. She sprang up and took me out on the floor. We danced one song and then two different guys tried to cut in. Gloria nearly froze them to death. She was probably the best dancer I had ever seen. Dancing slow with her was like having sex with your clothes on. We danced another song and she wanted to leave.

"Gloria, it's okay if you want to dance with someone else," I told her. "I know I'm not your boyfriend or anything."

"Who told you that?" she asked. "If I wanted to dance with someone besides you I would have. Let's get out of here."

She gave me another hair-raising ride in the Wrangler and I noticed we were out by the bay. She pulled into a driveway and we were looking down at the Bay Bridge."

"Where are we and why are we here?" I asked.

"This is the Presidio and we're here to cuddle," she said.

"Are we trespassing? Isn't this a military base?" I asked.

"No one will bother us," she said. "I know people."

How convenient, I thought. It must be nice to know people. She went around back and rummaged around. When she came back she had a thick blanket and a pillow. She put them on the hood and leaned back on the pillow against the windshield. She patted the blanket beside her and I jumped up. She took my arm and put it around her neck under her head. She turned so that she was laying half over me with those huge pillows of her breasts crushed against my side and looked up into my face.

"Tell me about Dray," she said.

"There's not much to tell. I'm not that interesting."

She snuggled closer. "Why don't you let me be the judge of that?"

"Okay, I was born in Modesto and we lived around there all my life. My Mom lives in Stockton and I have a little sister that is in college too. She's a freshman and she's brilliant. I love my family more than my life. My Dad died when I was ten from leukemia and my Mom has been my best friend ever since. I got a football scholarship to come here and I don't like football much. I want to do aircraft and military electronics engineering and I've got that job offer I told you about."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.

"No, not unless you're volunteering."

"I might," she nuzzled her cheek into my chest.

"I had a girlfriend all through high school," I told her. "When I was a junior here I found out she was sleeping with a friend of ours from high school while I was up here. She'd cut it off when I was home and the minute I came back they were at it again. I got rid of her."

"I'm sorry, I know how that must have hurt," she said.

"How could you possibly know that?" I laughed. "A man would have to be insane to cheat on you."

"Thanks, you're very sweet," she said. "That hasn't happened to me. I rarely go out with the same person twice. I've never really had a steady boyfriend."

"So tell me about Gloria," I said.

"I don't think you'd like her very well," she told me. "I'm different around other people than I am with you. I'm kind of a predator, Dray. I know why people hang with me. The boys all want to fuck me and the girls think I'll rub off on them. They're trying to use me and I use them instead. I'm pretty cynical. My parents are very wealthy and pretentious. They look down their noses at the little people around them. I'm pretty much like that too because I don't know any people like you. I have a little sister too. She's very sweet and kind. You'd like her better than me. Her name is Cecilia and she's a freshman at UCLA. When I was in high school, I had a boyfriend, but he was a total dipshit. He ran with the same crowd I did and he was just someone to take me to things. I dumped him the day after we graduated. I have good grades here, except for the math thing you're helping me with. I'm going to medical school after I graduate. I don't know where yet. I'm thinking about the University of Texas," she smiled up at me.

"I haven't really thought about that, but you said your job was in Austin."

I laughed. "What do you like to do?"

"I like horses," she said. "I ride and jump. I like skiing, mostly water. I like books and clothes. What can I say, I'm a girl. I like board games and fast cars. I like sex. I mean, I like it a lot. I'm being totally honest with you here Dray. I like to fuck and I do it a lot. I'd prefer to find someone I love and want to be with long term, but I'm not waiting around for that. I like romance and I'll fuck anyone that interests me, male or female. If I find that special guy, I'll be his for life. I haven't found him yet, but I'm hoping. Are you interested in that Gloria? If you aren't, I'd like to be your very good friend."

"Are you sure you aren't playing some game here, Gloria? Is this some bet you're settling? Do you have cameras hidden in the bushes? Why would you be interested in someone like me?"

"Well, it started because you weren't interested in me. I was curious. I'm kind of starting to see why. You're completely comfortable in your own skin, aren't you Dray?"

"Well, yeah. I guess I am. I like myself, Gloria."

"I like you to," she whispered. "I think you sell yourself short. You're tall, very muscular and ruggedly handsome. I think you'll always be a hunk even when you're old. You aren't pretty or cute, but you have that look about you that says you're confident and know what you want. You have that crooked smile and very good teeth. I think most girls would fuck you in a second, but you don't want that, do you?"

"I like sex as much as anyone," I told her. "I'm kind of waiting for that special person too. I go out with girls and sometimes I sleep with them, but only if I'm looking for that and only if we understand no one's going to get hurt."

She climbed up on top of me. "I want to kiss you," she said. She pressed those incredibly soft and luscious lips to mine and we kissed for a minute. She drew back and then she attacked me. I swear, she tried to give me a tonsillectomy right there on the hood of that Wrangler. She was panting when she drew back and I could see all that wildness in her eyes. This was an incredibly passionate woman. I could tell that anyone that was on the receiving end of all that energy was going to experience something that few men ever see. She hooded it and the light in her eyes smoldered.

"Will you sleep with me?" she asked.

"No," I answered.

"That's what I thought," she nodded. "Why not?"

"Because someone would get hurt," I told her. "I couldn't just sleep with you once, Gloria. I could only be with you on a permanent basis. You're not ready for that, are you?"

"No, you're right," she said. "I can't be with you now. I can tell that if you fucked me I would want more. But I wouldn't be able to be what you need. That would hurt you and it would destroy me. Can we be friends?"

"Best friends, if you want that," I told her. "Just not lovers."

"Can we flirt? I'll let you play around with me. I love foreplay," she said. "I think I can handle that. Maybe we'll warm up for the big event someday."

"No, I would want more," I told her. "Just friends, okay?"

"Will you go out with me? Stuff like tonight?" she asked.

"I'd like that. I'm still getting to know Gloria and I like her a lot," I said.

We were seldom apart after that. We went everywhere and did everything together. She dated and I know she fucked some of the men she went out with. She wasn't really promiscuous but all that sensuality couldn't be contained. It bothered me a lot, but she set me up with friends of hers for dates and I was dating a lot prettier class of women than before I met her. I went from nobody to the man every woman on campus wanted to go out with overnight. It was a shock to me, but that was the force of her personality. We were becoming closer and closer.

She spent the night with me lots of times and I held her while she wept when her Mom died. She had breast cancer and I went to the funeral with her. Gloria was really sad after that for a couple of weeks and she stayed with me the whole time. After we graduated we stayed close and when I left for Texas for my new job she turned up two months later. She made good on that idea of going to the University of Texas. I was doing well on the job. I had thought of a way to pack twice the number of processors onto the same card and I patented it. When the company found out about it they gave me a big promotion and bought the patent. I was suddenly and unexpectedly wealthy. I don't mean a hundred thousand wealthy. I was making more in a month than I had made in all my life before and the patent netted me seven figures.

She stayed with me for two weeks while she looked for a place. We found her a nice apartment and she moved there. She stayed for six months. Her lease was up and she called me and asked me out to lunch. We talked and I could tell she wanted to tell me something but couldn't quite get it out.

"Gloria, I can tell something's wrong," I told her. "I've got to get back to work and you aren't going to have time to tell me. Do you want to come over for dinner and tell me?"

She kissed me. "Yes, Dray. I do have something to tell you, but it's hard. It may take me a while. Can I spend the night?"

"Of course; mi casa es su casa," I told her. "I'll see you tonight."

She was there when I got home. She was watching some goofy comedy show on MTV2 and she had already showered and changed. She kept clothes at my house because she spent the night so often. She had on a blue Tweety Bird nightgown that was just a long t-shirt. Her long, glorious legs were bare and tanned and she plainly didn't have on a bra. I ordered pizza and we drank Samuel Adams Bock beer and watched a movie on HBO. When the movie was over she muted the TV and pulled her legs up under her like women can do and men can't. Females are the flexible sex. She turned to face me.

"Dray, I think I'm ready now," she said.

"Ready for what, babe?" I asked.

"I'm ready for you to make love to me," she said. "I've known you nearly a year. I love you. You're my best friend and you're the best friend I've ever had. You like me because I'm me. Sure, you ogle my tits all the time, but you don't paw me. You never make a pass at me. You just like me. I'm not used to that and it's been making quite an impression on me. My feelings for you haven't changed since I met you. I wasn't good enough for you, but I've loved you since that night on the Presidio. I think I've grown up and I'm ready to make that commitment. Do you love me, Dray? Are you in love with me? I'm sure as hell in love with you and it's going to break my heart if you don't love me. I want to be yours. I want you to be mine," she started to cry. "I've never felt like this before and I'm miserable with wanting to be with you. Say something, dummy!"

"I'm kind of in shock here," I told her. "I do love you, Gloria. I'm like you. I loved you that first night and I still love you. I have to tell you though; I'm still not sure about this. I know I can be with you, but can you be with me? That's the question. It was never about me. I know how you affect people. Men are going to be hitting on you all the time. Can you do it, Gloria? Can you be faithful?"

"If you're mine, I can," she wept. "I know how I am too, but I swear to God, Dray; I love only you and I'll be only yours if you let me."

"We don't have to do this, Gloria. I'll love you if we don't, but I have to warn you; if you and I do this, it's a one shot deal. You know that, right?"

"Yes," she nodded. "I know. I get so jealous when I see you with other women, Dray, even the ones I set you up with. I know you must be feeling that too and I swear I'll be the best girlfriend you ever had. You know I'm going to still be me. I like the hunt, you know that. I like making men dream about me. I like winding them up. It makes me hot and wet. But I want you to know that when I do that it's only going to be winding me up for you. You can watch me at first if that's what it takes to get your trust. I think I can make you comfortable. You're going to see that I'm only for you. I'll come home to you and I'll be so horny I'll fuck your brains out. I want to do that right now. Can I be your girlfriend, Dray? My lease is up. Can I live with you?" 

"Yes, we'll do that," I said. "There's just one thing though."

"What?" I could see the doubt in her eyes.

"I'll be right back," I told her. I went into the bedroom and came back and knelt in front of her. Her eyes went wide and her lips made a little round O. I took out the ring I had bought three months ago. "Gloria Willis, will you marry me?" I asked her.

She squealed and tackled me to the floor. "Yes, oh yes, oh, thank you God and Jesus. I will, I do; all of that. I'm going to rape you now Dray." She proceeded to do just that.

I knew she was a goddess. She exuded sexuality from every pore of her body. There was something about her that just screamed fertility. Those huge breasts, her big round ass; those wide hips, her flaming mane of hair, those huge blue eyes, the face that looked like it belonged in a makeup add, her full, luscious lips; everything about this woman was just primed to make all the cocks in any room stand up to attention. That was with her clothes on, and she didn't dress that provocatively. I picked her up and she was a solid chunk of muscle in my arms. She was a big girl, probably close to five ten and 130 pounds. Most of that was packed into those huge tits and her very muscular ass. I sat her down at the foot of the bed and she locked her arms around my waist and her lips to mine. I'd kissed her lots of times but since the first time she'd kissed me there had never been anything like this.

I looked in her eyes and there was a fire in there that could have burnt down the world. It consumed my soul and I knew this woman was the other half of me. I was going to love her for the rest of my life and the rest of the world could go to hell. She pulled me backward to the bed and I knelt between her thighs. She was frantically pulling that nightgown off over her head.

"God, Dray," she gasped. "I need you inside me, babe. We can play later, but you've got to fuck me now. I've been burning up inside for a year and I need you inside me so bad!"

I felt the urgency too and she was trembling under me as we slid up on the bed. She reached down to grasp me and pulled me up into all that moist heat. She was dripping wet and ready. I'm not one of those guys that compares cocks, but either she was really small down there or she hadn't expected me to be very big. I knew she'd fucked around a lot but she was so tight that if I'd been claustrophobic I'd have had a panic attack.

"Oh, God, Dray; slow baby! I haven't done this since I've been in Texas. I've never had anything like that either. Well, I had a really gigantic one once but I hated it. It just hurt. You're too big for me so you're going to have to be really patient. I'll take it all but you have to go slow or you'll hurt me. You're so thick you're nearly tearing me."

"I'll never hurt you," I told her. "I swear to God that pain in your life is over, Gloria. I'm going to make this good for you. Have you really not fucked anyone since you've been here?"

"Yes," she groaned. "I needed to see if I had grown up enough to just be yours. It was very hard for me. This is the longest I've been without fucking someone since I was sixteen. I've been burning up, but I passed my test and I kept myself for you."

I was so happy I wanted to cry. With the head of my cock inside her the terrible urgency seemed to vanish and I pulled out, kneeling back between her legs. Her little pink pussy was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Well, I reconsidered when I saw those two huge mounds on her chest. I had to get my hands and mouth on those amazing pillows of hers. I slid up over her, kissing as I went until I got to her forehead. I looked into her eyes and they were blazing up at me. I began to explore her and it was a fantastic journey. She had little diamond studs in her ears and when I nibbled my way down and took one between my teeth, tickling behind it with my tongue she groaned. That seemed to be a trigger for her and I nibbled on the other one. She exploded, thrusting herself up under me and she screamed. I think they could have heard her at the state capitol. She shook and writhed under me as I kissed her lips and down over her neck. She kept quivering and little shockwaves kept sweeping through her amazing body. She went off again when I got to that little hollow over her collarbone and again when I took one big nipple between my teeth.

"Yes, bite me, Dray," she groaned. "Bite my nipple, babe. Oh my God, you're driving me crazy! That's it, babe, just like that!"

I worked those amazing breasts with every fiber of my being. I had never seen such amazing breasts. You occasionally see some porn star with really huge fake tits, but these were all Gloria and now they were all mine. I knew she wouldn't have implants and her breasts were so soft and so firm all at the same time I just couldn't get enough. They were milky, creamy white and silky smooth with pink nipples that spiked up three quarters of an inch from surprisingly small pink areolas. They were the most beautiful mounds of femininity I had ever imagined. I have a good imagination and I had pictured in my head a million times what they would look like and feel like. My imagination was a paltry thing before the beauty under my lips.

As I loved those amazing breasts she would shiver and mini-orgasms kept flashing through her until I just had to taste here pussy. I kissed my way down over her belly, lingering over her navel before finding the treasures below. She was a genuine redhead. There was a small strip of flame in an arrowhead shape just over her mons and the rest of her was gloriously and beautifully bare. I pulled on a little curl and she giggled. I could smell her heady aroma before I ever left her navel and it was intoxicating. This was one horny girl and she smelled like some floral soap with all that clean, delicious girl smell mixed in there. There was a faint musk and it grew stronger as I opened her up. Her juices were running down making her glisten and I knew the sheets were going to be toast. I nibbled her thighs, reveling in the feel of her smooth, muscular legs. It is nearly impossible to describe how she felt. She was very firm, very muscular, but there was this outer softness like velvet covering steel. She had definition without losing that kitten softness and the feel of her under my lips and hands made it hard to breathe.

I let her feel my teeth and the groans and shudders told me she liked it. I moved up and gave her pussy lips a swipe with my tongue. She bridged up of the bed to meet me and I slipped my tongue inside her tight little hole. She exploded again and her cries were jumbles of incoherent words as I worked each lip over, laving each labia with all the love for her I had in my heart. This was my best friend in the whole world, now my fiancé and my lover. This was the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with and I was going to make sure she knew how I felt about her. I had been ignoring her little clit, that gorgeous little pink bump, but she was demanding that I pay it some attention. Her fingers slid into my hair and she pulled me up, directing my mouth onto it. I teased it with the tip of my tongue for a while until she pulled at me harder. When I sucked it into my mouth and lashed it she went wild, bucking and humping against me until I could hardly keep contact. I grasped her ass cheeks firmly and held her in place as she screamed my name over and over. When I felt her start to come down I went back to her pussy lips and fed, first one finger, and then two inside her wetness. I stretched her, preparing her for something bigger and fucked her with my fingers. She came three more times as I found and manipulated her G spot, her pussy contracting tightly around me as her walls fluttered and grasped at the invaders.




Tutoring Session



She was flushed all over her body, slick with her sweat and trembling with her excitement. She begged me to stop. "Dray, Dray, please; you've killing me. I need to rest a minute. Please, babe; I need to rest! Dray!" some note of desperation rose in her voice. "Please, I can't come anymore! Come up here and kiss me, please Dray!"

I let her coast to a stop and crawled back up to hold her in my arms. She was still shuddering wildly and gasping for breath. She went limp and I think she passed out for a minute. I caressed her breasts and her face, kissing away some stray tendrils of that flaming hair from her forehead. She opened her eyes and looked at me. All that energy was directed at me and I could see the wildness in her eyes. She was on fire and she suddenly began to cry. I held her while she sobbed for a minute.

"Gloria, are you okay?" I asked her.

"Oh, my God yes!" she breathed. "I love you, Dray Cabot! I love you, I love you, I love you! You know I've been with men and I've been with women but I've never been with anyone that made me feel like that. God, Dray; I feel like I'm just becoming something I never thought would happen. I'm so in love with you I feel like I'm in danger of losing myself. Please, Dray; don't every leave me! Never let me go. I'm so open and so in love with you. If you hurt me it will kill me. I've never, ever, given myself to anyone like this. I've always been in perfect control and made people dance to my music. I can't do that with you and it scares the shit out of me."

"I'll never let you go and I'll never hurt you," I promised her. "I know how you feel because I feel the same way. The difference is, I'm really scared because I know you. You're never like that with me, but I've seen how you operate and I know you like the hunt. You're an apex predator and you'll always be that. Promise me you're not going to drift away from me now that you have me."

She looked up at me with hurt and anger in her eyes. They softened as she saw the fear in mine and she pulled me down and kissed me fiercely. "That's never going to happen," she breathed against my lips. "I'm yours forever. Never doubt that. I am what you said, but it's just a game to me. You're the end of the game. At the end of the day, I'm yours and only yours. Fuck me now, Dray."

"No, I'm going to make love to you, Gloria," I told her. "I'm going to do that several times, then I'm going to fuck you a couple of times. We're going to take a shower and then I'm going to make love to you again."

She chuckled. "That's exactly what I want."

She moved her powerful hips and pulled me into place. A groan escaped her lips as I sank into a wet cauldron of fire. Gloria burns with a hotter fire than other people and she always felt to me like she was running a fever. It took a while for her to get used to having me inside her but when she did she became wild. She came easily and often and we made sweet, passionate love for a very long time. I came in the first five minutes but being inside this fantasy girl kept me rock solid and we just kept going. She was everything in bed she looked like she would be. Her pussy was wet and tight and she knew everything there was to know about how to use it. She was very vocal and very loud and she screamed when she came. I don't know how many times she came but I know I did four times that night and once more time in the morning when she woke me up with her mouth sliding up and down my cock. She sucked as well as she fucked and it was the best blow job of my life. She had absolutely no inhibitions with me and she swallowed every drop of my cum, showing it to me on her tongue before swallowing it down. She lay on top of me and kissed me.

"Is that okay?" she asked. "I know some guys don't like to kiss after a blow job."

"I'll kiss you whenever I get the chance," I told her. "Have I told you yet today that I love you, Gloria?"

"Yes, but you can tell me as many times as you want," she giggled. "I'll never get enough of that. Get up, lazy, and feed me. I'm starving."

My cock was raw and she had that walk that women have when they're sore, tentative and slow. "Jesus, Dray; you've worn me out," she complained. "I didn't think it was possible."

I took her out for breakfast at IHOP and she pressed herself against me the whole time like she was staking out a claim. It was Saturday and we spent the day cuddling on the sofa. We talked about everything and nothing. Gloria was one of the most interesting people I'd ever talked to. She knew a lot about things that you would never have expected. She also had decided opinions about most of them. Her opinions were informed and well-reasoned and we had friendly arguments about lots of things. She went and got Chinese takeout and when she got back I was reading. She got forks and we sat on the sofa and ate.

"Wha'cha reading, babe?" she asked.

"It's a book by a man named Ludwig von Mises called Human Action," I told her.

"Sounds heavy," she said. "What's it about?"

"Praxeology," I said.

"Well, I kind of know what that word means," she said. "Explain it to me."

"It means that people do things deliberately, not just by instinct. Since they do, they must prefer those actions. It's mostly about economics."

We had a debate about that. Politically, she was a little to the right of Fox News. She was all law and order, pro-military and very much a capitalist but she had no concept of personal liberty or individual rights. That was surprising to me when I first found out. For someone who smoked weed all the time, which she did, and slept around like she did I had expected her to be some kind of flaming liberal. She wasn't and it was a bit of a shock. It took her a while to get where I came from.

I distrust all things that impose restraints on free will. I told her I could only endorse one principle. The individual should be free to do anything that pleases them so long as it didn't harm anyone else and should live with the consequences of their behavior. She argued vociferously against that principle for a while. She wanted laws to regulate everything she didn't like that people did. I pointed out the hypocrisy of that with regard to the drug laws and her own personal choices. Overnight she switched sides and started reading Murray Rothbard and Ayn Rand. Her mind was so amazingly flexible that I fell in love with her all over again. Like she said, she wasn't just a pair of tits. She had an amazing mind and personality as well.

She wanted to call her sister and Dad and tell them the news right away. She left a message for her Father to call her and spent nearly an hour on the phone with her sister. About nine in the evening her phone rang and it was her Father. I had never met the man but from what she had told me I wasn't looking forward to the experience. She answered the phone and after a little chit chat she told him that I had asked her to marry me and she had said yes. Apparently, she wasn't pleased with his reaction. 

"What the hell is the matter with you, Daddy? I thought you'd be happy for me!" she said. "So what? He's the man I love and I'm going to spend the rest of my life with him so you'd better get used to it! No, stop! If you expect to have any relationship with me at all you better never say that again! You need to calm down and think about what you're saying. When you can behave like a real parent, give me a call."

"What was that all about?" I asked.

"I have no idea," she said. "He was being a prick. He's always been a prick but this was something special. He actually asked me if I was going to throw myself away on a mechanic!"

I was a little irritated but I tried to calm her down. I pulled her down on my lap and held her tightly. "It's going to be okay, kitten. He just needs to get used to the idea that his princess is marrying the frog," I told her.

She ruffled my hair. "Thanks, babe. I guess maybe that's it. Cecilia says he's changed since Mom died. She wouldn't really talk about it but I think she's afraid of him. You're no frog though. I'm the frog here. I didn't like what I was turning into before I met you. I was kind of turning into a female version of him. I don't know how Mom put up with him all those years. He cheated on her constantly and I think he abused her. She always had 'accidents' where she would be bruised, but she just hung in there."

"Jesus, Gloria; I never knew any of that. I'm glad we're here and he's there."

"Yeah, me too." She shook that mane of hair. "I worry about Cecilia though. I want to go out tonight and show off my ring, Dray. Take me dancing."

We cleaned up and she rummaged around in what had been her closet in the spare bedroom. When she came back in she had a little black dress in her hand and clean underwear. She stripped and I almost threw her on the bed and took her right then.

"No, you bad boy!" she laughed. "You'll get that tonight when we come home. Help me with my bra."

She didn't have a dainty lace number. It was one of those substantial, heavy duty things that looked very uncomfortable. I asked her about it.

"I have big tits," she explained. "Unless you want them hanging around my knees by the time I'm thirty, this is what I have to wear. They hurt my back if I don't wear a good bra. If you want a girl that looks like a little boy, you better propose to someone else!"

"No, I'm quite happy with my porn star fiancé," I laughed. I gave them a squeeze and she sagged a little against me.

"Stop that and take me dancing," she moaned.

We went to eat and then I took her to a club. It was difficult. How do you cope with being with the girl everyone in the club wants? I know, right? What a problem to have! We got a drink and talked for a few minutes before she pulled me out on the floor. The problem was, I have two left feet. I'm athletic and strong, but I can barely tap my foot in rhythm to music. I wanted to make her happy, but she needed a better partner. There was no shortage of men ready to fill that role. Every eye in the house was on her and I soon discovered that all she had to do was go onto the floor by herself and start dancing. She had told me she wanted to be a dancer until her boobs destroyed the dream of ballet. I could see she was good right away. As soon as she got out there twenty guys got up and headed her way. The lucky guy that got there first said something to her and she was off to the races.

She looked over at me, raised an eyebrow and I nodded. She gave me that million candle power smile and I watched her. I decided my job would be making sure she had a drink when she came back to our table and chasing away the really aggressive partners. I felt good. There was a goddess out there on the floor that every man in the club wanted and every girl hated. She danced with them and let them rub up against her and played them like fish on a line. She refused to dance two dances in a row with anyone and if the song ended with no one in line for the next one, she came back to our table and sat that one out with me. Every time she molded herself against me like a second skin and her mouth was all over me. Her eyes were shining with delight and this was Gloria in her element. I loved watching her out there. She moved like a big cat and that smoking hot body and face just glowed. She loved the hunt and I loved watching her prowl. She worked her partners like a fine instrument and she was going home with me. I realized that my chest was about to burst with pride. She was the most amazing thing I had ever seen and she was mine.

I'm sure every single guy she danced with thought he was in for the night of his life. Every one of them was the sole, undivided, object of her attention as long as the dance lasted and that attention was as close to heaven as they were ever going to get. I sat and watched her for two hours and I decided this was the spectator sport for me. I drank a lot of good bourbon and she drank margaritas. At one she came off the floor and sat beside me for a minute. She drank the last of her margarita and sat back in her chair. I held her hand and she pulled it down, sliding it between those silky thighs to cup a dripping pussy. I eased a finger in and she leaned those massive breasts against my arm.

"Take me home and fuck me," she whispered in my ear.

Hearts broke all over that club when she went out on my arm and I knew I was the luckiest guy alive. She practically raped me in the cab home and when we got there she was stripping off her clothes before we got off the elevator. She gave me the hottest fuck of my life, three times before she wound down.

"This is going to be the rest of your life," she told me; purring like a kitten and lying half on top of me as our heartbeats slowed. "This is exactly what I've dreamed about since I was a little girl. You're my perfect man, Dray."

"You're my perfect woman," I told her. "You will never understand how happy I am, Gloria."

"Of course I will, silly man," she said. "I'm even happier than you."

Waking up with a naked Gloria in my arms was like waking up to discover you've won the lottery. We had slept together lots of times, but it was always just as buddies and with whatever she slept in; usually a long t-shirt of some kind. Naked Gloria was a whole new ball game. I made love to her before I left for work in the bed and then fucked her in the shower.

"I'm going to feel you leaking out of me all day," she said as she kissed me goodbye. "I want this every day!"

She was going to kill me. I'd never had sex so many times in a weekend in my life. What a way to go though. I wasn't worth a shit at work that day. I could hardly wait to get out of there and get back to Gloria. She had classes until five and by the time she got home I had dinner ready. It had to wait because when she came in I had to have her before we ate. I don't think she had ever been with anyone that matched her sexual appetite and I think it was a pleasant surprise to her. We sat next to one another at the table and she ate naked and heartbreakingly gorgeous with her thigh and one big breast touching me the whole meal. She cleaned up the dishes while I puttered around on the internet on my laptop. I showed her a funny video and we spent an hour chasing other videos and giggling together like junior high kids.

Her phone rang and I could see a cloud passing over her face as she talked. She was in the kitchen so I only heard snatches but she was arguing with someone. She was pissed off when she came and plopped down on my lap. I played with her nipples while she told me what was going on.

"Daddy and Cecilia are coming here," she said. "He wants to meet you. I told him he didn't need to do that, but he's coming anyway. I'm sorry, Dray. Shit, I can't believe him! Do you mind a whole bunch?"

"It's okay, kitten," I kissed her. "We'll be fine. I'd really like to meet Cecilia."

"Don't be getting any ideas, buster!" she said. "She's gorgeous, but you're mine!"

"Yes, I am," I said. "And you're mine. In the words of Metallica, 'nothing else matters.'"

"You're right," she said. "Let's go get in the hot tub."

She picked her Dad and Cecilia up at the airport and when I got home she had cooked dinner. It was one of the most unpleasant dinners I'd ever had. Her Dad was a real piece of work. His name was Robert Willis III, with an emphasis on the III. He certainly didn't want to be called Bob. He was a big, florid guy with iron gray hair and a nasty tongue. I swear, he actually looked at his hand after we shook like he was afraid I had soiled it. He was condescending and arrogant and a total asshole.

Cecilia, on the other hand, was as sweet a girl as I've ever met. She was very like Gloria. She was tall and slender. Her breasts weren't nearly as big and she had slim hips but her face was absolutely stunning and she looked like she had just stepped of some fashion runway. If I hadn't already been in love with her sister I would have attempted heroic feats to get her attention. This was a girl to die for. She had a low, husky contralto voice that was positively sultry and the biggest green eyes I've ever seen. Her hair was that same mane Gloria had but it was jet black with hints of auburn. She had freckles and the same white, creamy skin as her sister. She was going to college to be an architect and I could tell by talking to her that she was brilliant.

They were staying in a hotel out by the airport but Gloria changed that right away. "Cecilia, you're going to stay here with us," she insisted. "Daddy, we don't have another bedroom so you'll have to stay at the hotel but Cecilia is staying with us."

He blustered around for a while but she wasn't having any of it and he finally gave in with bad grace. We followed him back to the hotel and Cecilia got her stuff. Those two girls chattered like magpies the whole ride and when we got home they just kept it going. I had to go to work the next day but Gloria was skipping school and they sat up and talked while I got ready for bed. I had just turned the light off and rolled over into my pillow when the door opened.

"Dray, are you asleep?" Gloria asked. "I need to talk to you. We need to talk to you."

I sighed and turned on the bedside lamp. Gloria came and sat beside me and patted the bed in front of us for Cecilia to sit down. She looked a little scared but she came over and climbed up on the bed, sitting with her legs crossed and her chin in her hands.

"Is something wrong?" I asked them.

"Yes, there is," Gloria said. "Dray, how mad would you be if Cecilia stayed with us for a while?"

"I wouldn't be mad at all," I said. "Why, and for how long?"

Gloria threw herself on me and kissed me for an embarrassingly long time. "See, I told you," she said to Cecilia. "It's Daddy, Dray. I told you he's always been a prick, but Cecilia is afraid of him. She thinks since Mom's gone he's lost his mind. He's talking crazy and he's hit her several times. Show him, baby."

Cecilia pulled up her shirt and there were two big bruises on her stomach. "I dumped the guy I've been going out with," she said. "He works for Dad and he's some kind of heir apparent. It made Dad furious. He started shouting at me about how I wasn't about to 'throw myself away with some fucking farmer like my sister.' I told him it was my life and he punched me in the stomach. He told me to call Aaron, that was the boyfriend, and beg him to take me back. I told him to go to hell and he punched me again. He broke my ribs and had to take me to the hospital. He told me if I told anyone he'd deny it and tell them I was drunk and fell. Then he said if I thought the ribs hurt, it was nothing compared to what he'd do to me if I didn't keep my mouth shut." She started to cry, great wracking sobs, and it was breaking my heart.

I reached out and pulled her up between Gloria and me. We hugged her as she sobbed and Gloria petted her and told her we were going to help her.

"I know you don't know me very well and you probably don't want me here but I'm desperate," she wept. "I'm so sorry, Dray. I don't mean to be any trouble or upset you."

"Jesus H. Christ," I exploded. "I can't fucking believe this. I'm so sorry, Cecilia. Of course you can stay here. We'll help you in any way you need. Do you want me to go over to that hotel and beat the crap out of him? I'll do that if you want me to. Do you want to press charges? I know all kinds of lawyers and the Chief of Police's son works for me. If you just want him to go away I'll make that happen too."

"I just want him to go away," she sobbed. "I just want to not be scared anymore. I don't know what to do. He administers my trust and I don't have any money except what he allows. I'll have to drop out of school and I'll lose my scholarship. I don't have the money for tuition anywhere else because he told me if I moved away he'd cut me off. The only way I can get my money is by pressing charges against him and getting different trustees. I can't face him, I'm too afraid. What am I going to do?"




Tutoring Session



"I have money, Cecilia," Gloria told her. "Everything I have is yours. You can enroll here and I'll pay your tuition. You know I have my trust. When I turned twenty one it was released. You can stay here with Dray and me. If you want your own place we can fix that up. Dray, say something!"

"I'm sorry, I was thinking," I said. "Cecilia, you don't have to worry about money. We won't need Gloria's money either. I really haven't even told her everything about my work. I have more money than we'll ever be able to spend. We'll take care of you. I don't think you should live by yourself right now. Who knows what that asshole will try to do. We'll get you enrolled at UT and you can go to school where Gloria goes. You'll be back in the saddle before you know it. Do you trust us?"

She just nodded and cried. We held her all night and she finally went to sleep. We were all exhausted and emotionally wrung out and we slept late the next day. I didn't wake up until eleven and someone was banging on the door. The girls were still asleep and I pulled on some clothes and went to the door. It was the asshole. He looked perturbed, but not as much as he was going to be. I opened the door and he tried to push past me. That was a mistake. I buried my fist in his ribcage. I felt a couple of them pop and he collapsed back into the hallway. I dropped a knee on those ribs while he was on the floor and he gave a thin, wheezing scream.

I pulled his face up close to mine by that immaculate, iron gray hair and I snarled in his face. "Bob, you don't mind if I call you Bob, do you?" He couldn't get in enough air to do anything other than that wheeze. "No, I think I'm going to call you Billy Bob. Here's the deal, Billy Bob. You're going to crawl out of here. I'm going to call you a cab. You're going to take it to the airport and get on a plane. You won't have time to go to the hospital or get your stuff from the hotel. There's a guy that works for me. His father is the Chief of Police so I think I'm covered unless you turn up dead. Our head of security has a brother that sort of went bad. He's the president of an outlaw biker group. I'm going to call him and ask him to drop around the hotel. If you're trying to pick up your stuff, they're not going to like it. When you get home, you're going to appoint new trustees for Cecilia's trust. If you don't get it done by the end of the month I'm going to make some calls. I tutored the sister of the head of the Crips in the Bay area. She was very grateful and I helped her get her degree. Her brother likes me a lot. I'm going to call him and tell him you beat up on my fiancée's little sister. I don't think he'll be happy about that. I can pretty much guarantee that he'll pay you a visit. He knows how to do a drive by. Nod your head if you understand."

He didn't nod. That was a mistake too. I punched him in the balls. He opened his mouth but no sound came out. I could tell he was trying to scream but he just puked instead. I let him get it out and asked him again. He remembered to nod. I dragged him down to the elevator and called a cab. When I sent him down I never expected to see him again. He was really stupid though, so I wasn't sure.

When I got back in bed Cecilia opened her eyes. "Where were you, Dray?" she asked.

"Taking out the trash," I told her. I squeezed her up tight and pulled Gloria in too.

She stayed with us. I loved that girl. She was like a second little sister to me and with me and Gloria loving on her she just blossomed. She started school and I made half of my home office into a little art studio for her. She mostly drew stuff and I could tell she was very good. She loved Austin and the art community took her in. She started selling a few pieces and things were looking good.

Gloria and I were making plans. I wanted a house and she did too. She wanted it in town and I wanted it in the country somewhere on the river. We settled on a place west of town on a creek with ten acres. We built our dream house and Cecilia designed it for us. She had her own little suite and we had the rest of the house. It was a good thing for all of us. I know we embarrassed Cecilia. We fucked constantly and she walked in on us a dozen times while we were in the apartment. It embarrassed her to death and as vocal as Gloria was I know we kept her awake a lot of nights.

Going out was quite an experience with those two girls. Cecilia was shy and reserved and she spent most of her time sitting and watching her sister with me. Walking into a club or restaurant with them on my arms was quite a boost to a guy's ego. I knew every eye in the house was on us and they were all wondering what in the world I had done to be where I was. One of the guys that worked for me told me that everyone knew I must have either a foot long cock or be the richest man in the county. I knew that neither one of those was true, but I didn't argue.

When we got the house built and moved in it was a relief to all of us. We spent a lot of time together but Gloria and I had our privacy and so did Cecilia. The girls bought horses and they rode together all the time. I think they were a shock to the Texans. They were used to boots and cowboy hats and the girls wore sexy little suits with black jackets and jodhpurs with tall boots. Their saddles were completely different and they rode a lot different too. They set up a little jumping course and I watched them for hours.

I got Gloria a new car for her birthday and she gave Cecilia the Wrangler. I got Gloria a new Dodge Challenger and she talked me into putting the old Charger in the storage barn and getting a new one. The new ones are four door and we drove that when Cecilia was with us and when it was just the two of us or Gloria and Cecilia we drove the Challenger. Or rather, Gloria drove the Challenger. She still drove way too fast. I have nothing against speed, but she was just reckless. Texas has liberal speed limits but not in town.

Gloria was doing well in medical school and she wanted to get married during the summer when she wasn't going to school. We set a wedding date for July 25th and she and her sister spent countless hours planning. The week before the wedding Mom and my little sister Olivia were flying in. Gloria was as nervous as a ceiling fan storeowner with a comb-over.

"What if they hate me?" she was nearly crying.

"Are they insane?" I asked her. "They'll love you. You're the most loveable girl in the world."

"Hey, what am I?" Cecilia said from the kitchen.

"They're going to love you both," I told them. "They love what I love and I love you so they're going to love you. Just wait until you meet Olivia. Mom is super cool, but if there was ever a girl that could give you two a run for your money it's her. You're going to love them too; both of them."

"Don't forget you have to go down and buy a tux," Cecilia said.

"I still don't know why I can't rent one," I whined.

"Because every man should own a tux," Gloria said sternly. "I want to go places where you can't get in without a tux."

"Well, that's the difference between you and me," I told her. "I don't want to go to those places."

"Yes, you do," she said with a twinkle. "It makes me horny to go in there and swim with the sharks. They don't know they're going to be eaten and you know you like to watch."

I gave her a rueful grin. "Okay, I'll get the tux. When I do, you're going to be grateful, right?"

"Count on it, cowboy," she said.

I got out of the Charger at the tailor's and started to walk in. Everything went black and I felt the pavement come up and hit me. When I woke up I was sitting in a chair. It was an uncomfortable chair. The back was much too straight and it made me sit forward uncomfortably. It was very sturdy oak and I thought I would withhold my compliments to the manufacturer. Then I noticed I couldn't move. There was duct tape around my hands and it ran under the chair very tightly so that I couldn't raise my arms. My chest was taped to the chair back and my feet were taped to the legs. Well, this sucked.

I looked around and I could see a bedroom off to the right. I was in a bedroom too. The chair was against the wall so that I could see both beds. Cecilia was in to one off to the right and Gloria was in the bed to my left. They were both naked. Their clothes were neatly folded in two piles on the dresser. They were the same clothes they had on when I left the house. Both women appeared to b sleeping peacefully. I heard male voices speaking in the other room. One of them, I recognized. It was Billy Bob and he was saying something about taking care of me now. He entered the bedroom I was in and there was a large young man with him. He was blonde and very good looking.

"Hello, farmer," Billy Bob said. "Remember me?" He took a nightstick from behind his back and jammed it into my ribs. I know I felt at least one break and he kept pounding that spot until I passed out. When I came to there was a terrible pain in my left side and blood was dripping from my mouth. I could hear a rattle when I breathed and I was pretty sure my lung was punctured. I could hardly see because my eyes were so swollen. Evidently they had been working on my face while I was napping. I heard them talking in the next bedroom and I saw the young blonde guy cross in front of the doorway. Billy Bob was following him and he smiled at me.

This is Richard Dawson," he smirked. "He's Cecilia's boyfriend and he's come to claim her. He's going to take her and then he's going to take Gloria. Then we're going to leave you here to die and take my daughters back home where I can keep an eye on them."

Dawson started taking off his clothes and he displayed equipment that would have given ponies penis envy. He began to play with Cecilia's pussy from behind. She was lying on her stomach and he flipped her over. She was just as spectacular as I had imagined. Her breasts weren't as big as Gloria's but they were gorgeous little feminine mounds, capped by virginal looking pink little cones. Her body was perfect, slim and highly toned and she looked like a virgin bride on her wedding day. Lover boy kept playing with her but apparently he wasn't satisfied with her state of readiness.

"Oh no, baby," he leered down at her. "You aren't just going to lay there. I've got some ecstasy here for you." They injected her and it wasn't long before his actions brought a moan from her lips. I was struggling like a madman to get free but I didn't even feel a give to that infernal tape. I heard Cecilia cry out and looked back to se him pushing that giant dong into her.

"Oh, God; oh God, oh God," her voice was a flat monotone. Her moans and cries were tearing my heart out and then she gave a gasp as a small orgasm swept through her. He really started to plow her then and her voice rose in volume as her peaks began to build.

No sane man can imagine that a woman enjoys being raped and that is exactly what was happening to Cecilia. Unfortunately, she was drugged and unconscious and her reactions were exactly those of an unconscious person's response to overpowering physical stimulation. It went on for an eternity while I struggled with my bonds until her shriek of completion sent an icy dagger through my heart. Lover boy unloaded in her and his animal grunts sickened me. He pulled away and his tool was undiminished.

"Viagra," Billy Bob explained. "Now he's going to do the same thing to Gloria. They injected her with the ecstasy and she cried out as he entered her. I could hear her little voice in my head, "I had a really gigantic one once but I hated it. It just hurt." For some reason that thought gave me a red haze in front of my eyes and I strained against the duct tape. My head sunk down between my shoulder blades and I pulled until the blood pounded in my head until I thought I was going to pass out. I heard the tape rip and my hands were free. I pushed away from the wall and the chair toppled, breaking the legs and breaking one of mine too. I was free and I took that broken chair leg and broke Lover boy's right arm. He jerked out of Gloria and spun toward me with a scream. The chair leg made sure he would never close his jaw properly again. I rearranged his anatomy until I felt something hit me in the broken ribs. I spun around just as Billy Bob was drawing back for another blow. I didn't think Lover boy would be getting up from what I had done to him and could be safely ignored. I was wrong. Sometimes you make bad assumptions and it gets you in trouble. I survived because it turned out that he was wearing the wrong kind of shoes.

I caught the blow from the nightstick on my arm and I got hold of his arm. I dragged him down and trapped that arm in an arm lock. I lifted my hips and that arm was never going to work right again. I broke both of his wrists and destroyed his knees. He was unconscious on the floor and I needed to get to my girls. I crawled toward the bed and something hit me on the back of the head. It shattered and my head was soaked with whiskey. It ran in my eyes and blinded me until all I could see as I was trying to get up was his shoes in front of me. They were wingtips and I could see they had leather soles. I thought it was ironic that he hadn't taken the off to rape my girls. He was standing in a puddle of blood and whiskey and I pulled on his leg. That leather sole slipped in the puddle and he came crashing down. His head hit the table with a crack and he fell like a log and didn't move. I could see Cecilia sitting up and her eyes were becoming focused a little.

"Cecilia, Gloria, help," I croaked and then the blackness came up and swallowed me. I heard voices.

"We've got to get him out of here, Sis. I think Richard is dead. We need to get out of here and call someone. Help me with him. We need to get to a phone and get him to a hospital or he's going to die."

There was a lot of hysterical crying and then it all went away again. There were brief flashes of light and conversation and what I knew were long periods of blackness. When I woke up I was in a strange room. There were beeping sounds and swishing sounds and there was something in my throat. It was smothering me! I tried to breathe but it wouldn't let me. Then it forced air into me when I didn't want it. I reached up to rip this monstrosity out of my throat and long, slender fingers grabbed my hands. 

"Don't, Dray; just try to relax. The machine is breathing for you. Just relax and go with it. You're okay and I'm here."

I looked off to my right and Gloria was there. She looked so beautiful it hurt. She leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. Gloria was taking care of me and everything was going to be okay. I slept. When I awakened again the choking tube was gone. I hurt like hell. My chest was on fire and there was a sharp, stabbing pain in my side. My left leg ached dully and my head was pounding. My face felt like it was a tough steak that someone had been pounding to tenderize. I looked around and Mom was sleeping in a chair beside the bed. I realized I was in a hospital and when I looked I saw Gloria asleep in another chair. I tried to say something but nothing came out. My throat was unbearably dry but I managed to get out a croak. They both shot up and scurried over. I croaked again and Mom got me a spoonful of ice and put it on my leathery tongue. It felt so cool and soothing as it melted and the coolness slid down my parched throat. I managed to croak out a few words.

"You okay, babe?" I asked Gloria.

"Yes, I'll be better when you are," tears began to roll down her cheeks.

"Cecilia?" I asked.

"She's resting. Olivia is with her," Mom said.

"Hi, Mom; sorry I can't hug you," I told her.

She started crying too. "Hi, baby. Everything's okay. We're all going to be okay. Just rest and get better."

"I hurt," I told her. "What's wrong with me?"

Gloria kissed the hand she was holding. "You've had surgery," she said. "You had three broken ribs and a punctured lung. You have a severe concussion and brain swelling. That's getting better. You have a broken leg that they put screws and plates in. Your face is a mess and you have too many bruises and cuts for me to tell you about. You're alive and getting better. I'll get the nurse and tell her you're in pain."

She pushed a button on the end of a cord and something beeped. In a minute a nurse came in and Gloria told her I was awake and in pain. She went away and came back with a syringe and put something in my IV.

"Why is my leg numb?" I croaked. "I can't feel my toes."

"They gave you a nerve block to help with the pain," the nurse said. "It should last about eight more hours."

She went away and Mom leaned over the bed. "Cecilia needs to see you now," she said. "I'll be back."

She left and in a few minutes a very wan and pale Cecilia came in. She took one look at me and burst into tears. Gloria went quickly over and hugged her, bringing her to the side of the bed. She looked down at me and her tears fell on the bed.

"I'm so sorry, Dray," she said very quietly. "If you hadn't taken me and, and let me stay none of this would have happened. I'm so sorry."

I reached out and she took my hand. "None of this is your fault, little girl," I told her. "Don't you ever apologize to me again about this. This is not your fault. I love you; Gloria loves you and I'm ever so glad you came to stay with us. Do you understand?"

She nodded and the tears dripped. "I wish I could hug you," I told her.

She leaned down and pressed herself lightly against me and I patted her on the back. "It's going to be fine, honey; you'll see."

She pulled back and Gloria took her away. It was hard for me to imagine what she must be feeling. My heart was breaking for her. I wondered how much, if anything, she remembered. When Gloria came back she pulled her chair up close to the bed. She held my hand and I smiled over at her. It hurt really badly. There was something in her eyes I had never seen before, almost a reverence, almost worship. At that moment I think I realized for the first time the depth of her feeling for me. It was written all over her for everyone to see that this was my woman, this was a woman that was devoted to me and loved me with every fiber of her being. Gloria was mine. I felt like the king of the world.

"Has there ever been a wedding in a hospital room?" I asked her.

She chuckled. "There's always a first time," and I went to sleep with her holding my big hand in her little one.

The next time I woke up Olivia and Cecilia were with me. "Hey, baby sister," I said. A big smile lit her face up like a lightbulb. Cecilia immediately gave me some ice and caressed my face. It didn't hurt as bad as I expected. Olivia kissed me and I remembered again how beautiful she was. She's a little blonde pixie of a girl, about five three and maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet. She has tiny little boobs and a tiny little hard ass. Her face looks like an elf princess from some fantasy video game and she has a little girl voice. People that don't know her think she's about fourteen but she's got it going on upstairs. She's way smarter than me and I think she rivaled Gloria and Cecilia in the brains department. She's going to be a mechanical engineer and she's pretty amazing at nearly everything she does.

"I can't take my eyes off of you for a minute without you getting in fights," she giggled.

"Most of the fights I've ever gotten into were about you," I told her. "Remember when Mark Price hit you with that apple on the school bus when you were in the seventh grade?"

"Yes," she smiled. "You guys fought for ten minutes until we got home. You kicked his ass too, even if you were a sophomore and he was a senior. I was so proud and I loved you so much for taking up for me."

Cecilia started to cry. "That's why he's like this. He was taking up for me."




Tutoring Session



"Cecilia, stop crying," I told her. "You can't cry like this every time I talk to you. You're breaking my heart. You're my little sister too and it's my job to take care of you. Now smile at me and tell me you're proud of me and you love me."

She got a tissue and wiped her eyes. "I am proud of you," she said. "I'll try not to cry. It just kills me to see you laying there and hurting. I do love you too," her voice sank to a whisper. "More than you'll ever know." She fled and I saw her hurrying down the hall.

Olivia looked at me thoughtfully. "She's really messed up right now, Dray. She doesn't remember much but she knows she was raped and she's the one that got Gloria up and dragged you out of there. She's the one that called 911 and she's never left the hospital since you got here. We can barely get her to eat or sleep. She's going to need a lot of love and counseling. I love her, Dray. I know how sweet she is and she's really hurting. She remembers a little bit of that rape. She knows she came while that bastard was raping her and it's killing her. I'm going to go bring her back."

When they came back her eyes were all red and puffy. I could tell she had been crying her eyes out and I patted the bed beside me. She came over and sat down.

"Cecilia, I love you," I told her. "Gloria loves you, Olivia loves you and I'm sure Mom does too. This is tough but you've got to hand in there. When I get out of here we'll go home and everything is going to get better. You've got to be tough. Will you do that for me?"

"Yes," she whispered. "I'll do anything for you. Would you like to play a game with me? Can I read to you? Is there anything you need?"

"Yes, I need all my girls in this room," I told her. "Where are Gloria and Mom?"

"They're sleeping," Olivia said. "We've been taking shifts staying with you. They will only let you have two visitors at a time."

"Call the nurse," I said.

When she came in we had a chat about their visitor policy. I was unyielding and she went and got the shift supervisor.

"What seems to be the problem, Mr. Cabot?" she asked.

"I'm checking out today," I told her.

"No, you aren't," she told me.

"Am I a prisoner?" I asked her.

"Don't be ridiculous," she said. "This hospital has policies."

"Why are those policies in place?" I asked her.

"For the good of our patients," she said.

"Exactly. It will be good for this patient if his fiancée, his Mother and his two little sisters as allowed to be in this room at the same time. If that isn't possible, I'm checking out."

"If you check out without your doctor's permission your insurance may not pay," she said.

"I don't care," I told her.

"You're in no shape to be on your own," she said.

"I'll check into a private nursing facility," I told her. "Listen, I don't give a damn about your 'policies.' I'm not a slave, I'm not a child and I'm not a prisoner. That's what you told me. So get someone in here to unhook this stuff and I'm calling that private nursing center."

She went away in a huff and the girls looked at me like I was a madman.

"Dray, what are you doing?" Cecilia asked. "We can't let you do this."

I said nothing. Pretty soon the hospital administrator came in. "Mr. Cabot, I don't understand what's going on here," she said.

"It's simple," I told her. "I want to have as many visitors in this room as I invite. If you can't arrange that, I'm leaving."

"Mr. Cabot, we have... "

I cut her off. "Yes, I know, you have policies. They aren't my policies. I'm paying for this room, paying exorbitantly I might add. In effect I'm renting it. How many people are in your house right now?"

"Three," she said. "My husband and my two children."

"That's one too many," I told her. "Get rid of one of them."

"I hardly think my personal life is any of your affair," she said frostily.

"That's exactly how I feel," I told her. "My personal life is none of your business."

"Why are you making such a fuss about this?" she asked.

"It's a matter of principle," I told her. "I'm a grown man. I make the decisions about my life, not you. You don't get to make policies that affect my life. I decide those policies. That's either true, or I'm your slave. I believe slavery is illegal and immoral. Here's the deal. I'm not some charity case you're taking in. I can afford to pay for my own treatment. Your minion threatened me that my insurance wouldn't pay. I don't give a damn. I can pay myself. You tell me, what's it going to be?"

"I'm afraid we have policies, Mr. Cabot."

"Okay, I need to make some phone calls then. Olivia, can you see about getting me the number of Bethany House? I believe you have somewhere to be?" I told the administrator.

"You're really going to transfer, aren't you?" she said.

"Count on it," I grinned at her. "Hasta la vista, baby."

"It won't be necessary for you to transfer," she said. "You can have as many visitors as you like."

"Too late," I told her. "By the way, do you know that my boss is on the board of directors of this hospital? He's coming to see me later and I'm going to tell him why I'm transferring."

She went pale. "Please, Mr. Cabot. I apologize. I assure you, we are completely on board with whatever you want to do. All you have to do is ask and we'll provide you with the best treatment we have to ability to provide."

"Thank you," I said. "Could you please send the nurse in on your way out?"

She left and the two girls stared at me for a minute. "Jesus, Dray; you're a hard ass," Cecilia said.

"You have no idea," Olivia laughed. "You should hear him when someone asks for his social security number."

Gloria and Mom came in and no one said a word. They even brought in two more chairs and coffee for everyone but me. I stayed seven more days and we did have that wedding in the hospital room. The staff went all out and it was a big party for a while. I got Gloria by herself for a minute.

"I'm so sorry this happened here and I can't take you home and make love to you for three days straight," I told her.

"I'll take a rain check," she laughed. "I can't wait to get you home."

It took me three months to get back to some semblance of normality. By the time I got the cast off my leg it was emaciated and gross looking. I started working it hard and after six months I was back to normal and down to fighting weight. Cecilia was not fine. She was sad all the time and she quit going to class much. Her grades were suffering and she slept all the time. Gloria and I worried about her constantly and tried to figure out what to do. She absolutely refused to go to counseling and she cried all the time when she thought no one was watching. The only time she seemed happy was if she could be touching Gloria or me and we were getting desperate. All our lives were being affected and it wasn't getting better.

We needed some closure. It turned out that Richard Dawson wasn't dead. He was badly damaged and I kept track of his court case for kidnapping and rape. Somehow, Billy Bob had persuaded him to roll over and confess that he had coerced him into going along with the scheme. He got seventeen years for his trouble and Billy Bob skated. He was badly crippled and had to have assistance to get around. I had people pay him visits every so often to remind him of his transgressions. His place got shot up in drive by shootings twice and he hit a guy on a motorcycle who sued him and collected a big settlement. His involvement in a kidnapping and rape case led to his becoming a social leper. I relayed all this information to the girls and it seemed to perk Cecilia up a little. She started paying more attention to herself and she was looking good again. She went out on a date and when she came home there was a terrible relapse. She didn't come out of her room for three days and finally Gloria went in to drag her out. 

"Dray," I heard her call. "Come up here and help me!"

Cecilia was a mess. She hadn't bathed or combed her hair and she was shivering on her bed. I carried her to our room and we put her in the bathtub and I went to get her something to eat while Gloria bathed her. I made breakfast and carried it up to our room. Gloria brought her in and put her in bed and fed her while I brushed her hair. She leaned back against me between my legs and I saw a wan smile for the first time since before her disastrous date.

When she was done eating, and I made her finish everything, I wrapped my arms around her and Gloria snuggled down with her head on Cecilia's chest. We held her for a long time, not saying anything and finally I knew we had to get her to talk.

"Cecilia, what's going on with you?" I asked her. "You know we love you, honey. We'll do anything for you. What do you need us to do? What do you want? How can we help you get over this and get back to that sweet girl we know and love?"

She began to cry and it went on for a long time. Finally she tilted her head back and looked up at me with those lost green eyes. "I just feel like I'm filthy," she sobbed. "I was raped! I was raped and nothing is ever going to be right for me again. I've caused nothing but pain to the two people I love the most and I don't know how to get over that. The one thing that I want I can't have and I can't think of anything else."

"What is it you want, baby?" Gloria asked her. "What is it that you think you can't have? Dray told you, we'll do anything. We'll give you anything. You're my little sister and I love you more than life. You're just killing us with all your sadness. What do you want?"

She just shook her head and wept. "No, I can't tell you. You'll think I'm sick and terrible and you won't love me anymore. I'll have to leave here and I can't bear to do that. I'd kill myself if I had to leave and I'm killing myself by staying." She was becoming nearly hysterical.

"I'll love you until the day I die," Gloria told her. "You'll never have to leave here. This is your home, no matter what. You're precious to me. Just tell me."

"Dray, I want Dray," she exploded into a fit of weeping. "I see what you two have. That's all I've ever wanted; my sister to love me and a man to be happy with. He saved me and he got hurt so badly and I'll never be able to make it up to you guys. You had your wedding in a fucking hospital room because of me. All I want, all I want... "

Gloria held her tightly and looked up at me. "Cecilia, we're going to leave you alone here for a minute and talk," she said.

She got up and walked to the bathroom door and looked back at me. She jerked her head and I got up and followed her in. She turned on the water and moved up close to me. "Dray... " she started.

"No Gloria," I said. "Not just no; hell no! I know what you're getting ready to ask me and I won't do it. I'll do anything else but this. This would be the end of us. Do you know why I can be with you? You may well be the most sexual woman on the planet. You know that and I know that. You're like some celestial body with your own gravitational field. You go out and you're with me and there's like this tether that binds us together. All those other bodies are out there and they're circling you and you just attract them to you like moths to a flame. They warm you and you pull all this energy from them and you glow like a goddess and every man in the room would die to be with you and most of the women. But I know at the end of the night that you're mine. That's my sanity. I know I can trust you implicitly. You'll never stray; you'll never even be tempted because you also know that there is nothing in the universe that can sway me in the slightest away from you. We have that bond and that's what keeps us together. If it's broken, it's gone and you'll be out of my life like a lightning bolt. That's what you mean to me and I would never, ever betray that trust."

Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she moved to crush those huge breasts against my chest. She pulled my hands down to the round cheeks of her ass and she ground herself against me. I was as hard as I've ever been against her beautiful body and she nearly choked me with her tongue. When she pulled away she stood on tiptoes so that our noses were touching and her impossibly long lashes mingled with mine.

"I know that, Dray. Do you think I don't? I would never have married you if I didn't know that. All my life I've manipulated people, used myself as a weapon and I've gotten everything I wanted. I got everything I wanted except you. I couldn't do that to you and I didn't even want to when I got to know you. This isn't about that. This is my flesh and blood just as much as you are. This is my little sister. This is the girl I love more than any other person on earth except you. You'd be doing this for me; not to me, and it would only be with Cecilia. Our bond you talk about isn't just you and me because I'm bonded to her. I was before I met you and I always will be. I expanded my bond to include you. Before you, there was only her. Now it's the three of us and one of us is dying. You're always going to be only mine and I'm always going to be only yours, but she belongs to both of us. I know you love her. How could you not? I don't know what would have happened if she weren't in such desperate circumstances. I think I would have still wanted to include her at some point. Circumstances have brought us here. You fought and nearly died for us. This is no threat to our relationship or our bond. You don't have a choice here, Dray. Don't you love her?"

"Yes, but... "

"There is no but," she cut me off. "She's going to be part of us. We're going to go out there and show her that she can have it all. We're going to explain this to her and we're going to love her and make love to her together. Do you understand?"

I took my amazing woman in my arms and I've never loved her as much as I did in that moment. I knew her passion and her incredible sexual energy but I never before experienced the love she was willing to share with me and with Cecilia. I knew this was right and that nothing would change between us except that we would expand and grow and Cecilia would be a part of that.

"Do you think she'll accept us?" I asked her. "Will she let us help her and love her?"

"She'll never be with anyone else," she said. "For life, Dray. That's what you told me. She's me. I'm counting on you to make her feel it. She's too weak and hurt right now for us to do anything but hold her and promise her how it's going to be. Ever so gentle, Dray; ever so gentle."

She kissed me fiercely and took my hand to lead me back out to Cecilia. She looked up as we came back into the room hand in hand and watched with wide, frightened eyes as we climbed into bed on each side of her and wrapped her in our arms. We slid her down on the bed and smothered her with our touches and caresses. As we lay half on top of her Gloria whispered to her. She told her all the things we had talked about and how she was safe and loved and what our lives were going to be together. She told Cecilia she could never have me to herself but she could have all three of us together and Cecilia cried and shuddered under us. We wrapped her into a cocoon of our warmth and love and she relaxed and slept. As soon as she was asleep Gloria attacked me and it was the best we'd ever had. She was very impatient and our clothes were gone in seconds.

She pulled me on top of her and her hands tugged me into place. "I need that big cock inside me now," she breathed. "She won't wake up unless I scream and I've got this pillow."

I sank into her moist depths and pulled on her tumescent nipples as she groaned. "I'm going to make you scream until your throat is raw," I whispered into her ear as I nibbled on it. Even with the pillow Cecilia stirred uneasily in her sleep as her sister cried out her passion into the pillow. When we had fucked ourselves into exhaustion she climbed back over Cecilia and we held her between us as we slept.

Cecilia began to believe us. There were periods of regression when she would weep uncontrollably and we would patiently hold her and comfort her until she was calm. She got her appetite back and paid attention to the way she looked. She started going to classes every day and her grades improved. Gloria got her to start riding again and in three months that sweet, slender, bouncy girl was back. It was one Friday night when we were out at a club that she finally broke through. We had been sitting beside each other and watching Gloria dance. As usual, there was a crowd swirling around her and she had been out there for thirty minutes. She looked over at us after every dance and I could see the fire building in her eyes.

"Don't you ever get jealous, Dray?" Cecilia asked me.

"Of what?"

"Well, she's out there winding those guys chains. They rub up against her and she turns her back like that and they're practically humping her ass. They put their hands on her ass or cop a feel of her tits. Doesn't that bother you?"

"No, it doesn't. She knows how to keep that kind of thing under control. You'll notice it's all promise and if a guy gets aggressive she won't dance with him again. It's just touches and she makes sure that's all it is. She watches me. I don't think I can make a move she isn't aware of. Once in a while some asshole tries to cut her out of the herd and he pays the price. I've seen her stomp a hole in a guy's foot with one of those spike heels. She carries a gun in a thigh holster, did you know that? I seriously wouldn't want to fuck with her. I think she'd kill anyone that tried to force her. I trust her, Cecilia. She always goes home with me and the thrill she's had with all the excitement is just putting tension on the spring that's going to explode on me when we get home."

We were both watching her and she inclined her head to get me to come to her. When I got halfway to her she pointed to Cecilia and crooked her finger. I waited and when Cecilia caught up we went over and separated her from her partner. She undulated between us with her back to me, practically fucking me with her ass. At the same time she pulled Cecilia up against her and kissed her possessively. She spun so that Cecilia was between us and pressed her slender body firmly between us. I felt her take my hand an place in on Cecilia's firm little ass and she pulled the other hand up to hide it between us, cupping one of Cecilia's hard breasts. I could feel a hard nipple in there and I pinched it gently. Gloria's nipples were tumescent as well and trying to rip out of her dress.

Gloria leaned forward and whispered into Cecilia's ear where I could hear. "Are you ready, baby?"

Cecilia looked up at me with her huge green eyes wide in question. I nodded and she threw her arms around Gloria and whispered loudly. "Yes, I'm ready."

"Take us home and fuck us," Gloria commanded me.

It was as amazing as you imagine. Cecilia was perfect. That runway model body was so tight and lean and the contrast with Gloria's sex goddess lushness was perfect. Gloria was so horny that I swear she spent more time fucking Cecilia than I did. Easing into the tightness of my wife's little sister was one of the highlights of my life. She didn't have Gloria's blazing sexual energy but she made up for that with all that sweetness and her soft cries were enough to curl my toes. She came almost as easily as Gloria and I don't know if it was some kind of special magic I had with those two girls or what, but just touching them was nearly enough to make them cum. We fucked all night long. Sometimes we slept but it was usually just one of us while the other two licked, sucked and made passionate love. I came five times that night, a record for me. The last explosion in Cecilia's mouth was nearly painful and my cock and balls ached the next day. Both girls were sore and we just rested and regained some semblance of energy. Cecilia slept with us again on Sunday and we had a marathon session. Gloria seemed to be perpetually near orgasm as long as she was being touched by one of us and Cecilia was nearly insatiable.