14 comments/ 54149 views/ 28 favorites Two Years By: terrunt Please note: This is my first submission to Literotica. This is been something I have been thinking about doing for a while, and I've finally had a spare moment. Please give constructive feedback so I am able to advance my future stories. Thankyou. --- Jessica Turner glared out of the window. She had been planning this day for months and then a sudden downpour had wreaked havoc on her plans. Her brother was back from college today after a solid 2 years of not seeing his family and Jess wanted to make this a day for him to remember. She dejectedly ran a hand through her long, flaming red hair. Her father joked that her mother must have been having an affair, as neither her father Jesse, her mother Angela, her brother Michael or her twin sister Anna had any hint of red in their dark brown locks. Jessica slowly went through the motions of getting ready for the day. She turned the radio on and heard Mark's song: 'For whom the bell tolls' by Metallica. She, like her brother had always been a fan of rock music and constantly had the stereo tuned to the local rock station. Her mother, father and sister leaned more to the popular styles of music but this was Jessica's way of differentiating herself from her family whilst at the same time having something to talk to her older brother about. She and her non-identical twin had just graduated from school, whilst Michael had finished college. He was studying a computer course and when Jess had moved into his old room there had been a number of computers lying in various states of repair in the closet. Jess smiled at the memory, knowing how typical it was for Mike to start something and never finish it. Frankly, she was amazed that he had managed to stick to his computer course without growing bored. Jess continued getting ready, pulling a tight sweater on and then pulling on a pair of jeans. She had never been the 'girly-girl' of the family. No, that had always been Anna. It had been a source of annoyance to her mother that her first born daughter was not interested in shopping for thin tops designed to show off the maximum cleavage. It didn't matter that she preferred to wear clothes that showed off her figure but left a lot to the imagination. No - Anna was the favourite daughter. But not the favourite sister. Michael had always been very close to Jess, even crying in front of her on several occasions, an act unheard of in front of every other member of her family. They would both happily watch a movie in the cellar together, feasting on pizza and candy, talking about everything they could think of. Jess shared more with her brother than anyone else and her brother was the same with her. She had grown up with the knowledge that he was a very good looking boy, then a very good looking man. Then as she hit the age where she started developing, she suddenly saw him as something else. She saw him as a heart-achingly desirable lover. Then suddenly after this revelation she found herself dating guys that bore a resemblance to her brother. She soon realised that she was in love with him and stopped dating altogether although this was not through a lack of male attention. Jess was, herself, a very attractive female, and when she dressed to impress she often left males speechless and gasping for air. At 5'6" she wasn't what you'd call tall, but her size contributed to her flowing good looks. When she wore tight clothes her figure had a very nice breast to ass ratio and she didn't have an ounce of fat on her. Jess did not shower in the mornings, disliking the feel of water on her skin after she'd woken up, and so she walked downstairs, the smell of coffee assaulting her nostrils. And it smelt amazing she thought. Once down the stairs she headed straight for it, pouring herself a mug. Jesse Turner was watching her with a smile through his own tired eyes, knowing that she truly was his daughter. Jess's actions perfectly mirrored her fathers in the morning. Jess sighed in appreciation, leaned back against the worktop and looked over her mug at her father. She nodded at him as if she didn't trust her voice. She knew the day was starting and she was getting butterflies just thinking about her brothers perfectly toned body walk through the kitchen door, walk straight towards her with a blazing look in his eyes, pick her up, lean his face into hers and - "Jess!" her mother called, shattering her day-dream. "Yeah mom, just a sec" She groaned, draining the mug and winking at her father who just smile knowingly. Angela was sat in the sitting room with Anna debating a top for Anna which would look best. "Jessie, which do you think would accentuate her curves more; this or this?" She asked, holding up a blue satin-type top and a red cotton blouse. Jess knew that both would have Anna's breasts spilling through them, but she didn't give a damn either way. "I don't know mom. I just woke up, give me a few minutes!" Jess replied with a grim look on her face. Her mother immediately bristled. "Just who in hell do you think you're talking to young lady?!" Anna laughed softly to herself from behind Angela and interjected "You know she's like dad. She can't function before 7 gallons of coffee in the morning mom. It's an unhealthy addiction Jessica, you really should give that up" Jess flared up and was going to reply with a healthy stream of insults, but just at that moment Jesse made his presence known and thrust a cup of coffee into her hands. She drank a mouthful and walked back into the kitchen. Jesse walked behind her laughing softly. "You know, you really shouldn't antagonise your mother like that. Please Jess, I don't want to ruin today for Mike. I really miss him" he finished with a sigh. Jess was shocked. Her dad usually kept these things to himself, preferring to be the rock on which the family rested. Her mother was more prone to being emotional. Jess also knew how he felt. Mike's absence was tearing her inside's apart. She blamed his absence for the recurring dreams she was having in which he came into her room in the middle of the night and made love to her. However, she had kept these to herself. She had just furiously masturbated until her pussy was sore and the bed was soaked. She had stubbornly refused to allow herself to masturbate until the dreams made her so horny she thought she would have died without a release. Now she was masturbating two or three times a night. She sat down at the table next to her father. "I know dad, I really hate how he's been away. We were so close before, but we've barely spoken since he went to college. I don't know what happened. I just feel so shit without him, he was like my best friend." She looked down at the table. Her father let her profanity go un-chastised knowing how emotional she was feeling. There was a time a year ago where she'd slept for four days with one of his shirts, crying every time Mike's name came up. He didn't want a repeat. He thought it was terrible that Mike hadn't even called Jess, knowing how close they were. He stood up and embraced his daughter in a fatherly hug. She almost sobbed but caught herself at the last minute. Her mother stood at the doorway of the kitchen, unwilling to break this moment for them. --- Mike arrived at two thirty with his bags. Jess was upstairs checking her email when he dropped his bags in the kitchen. His father greeted him with a handshake then a hug. His mother commented on how he looked unhealthy, like he'd not been eating enough and announced that she was going to make him a proper mother's breakfast. He smiled, and said he was going to drop his bags upstairs. Only his father noticed how his smile had a haunted look about it. Mike opened the door to the guest bedroom, secretly dreading seeing Jess. She had enveloped his every waking thought since he had driven off the driveway when he first left. The dull ache did not subside with time, but grew into a raging inferno. He walked in and deposited his bags by the window, thinking about his sister and throwing her onto the bed and fucking her. He heard a noise behind him and whirled around. Jessica was stood in the doorway biting her lower lip. "Hey Mike" She hadn't intended to whisper, but that's what came out. And despite the rain pounding the glass he heard her as though she was next to him. He took in her appearance, from the flaming red hair, flowing just beyond her shoulder blades, to the black Converse with smiley faces drawn onto the white toe caps. Michael couldn't breathe. He just pushed past her into the bathroom, trying to ignore the throbbing erection in his trousers. Jessica burst into tears, running into her bedroom. She slammed the door and threw herself onto the bed sobbing into her pillow, soaking the material. She carried on sobbing. Mike had the shower running, set to cold, hoping he could sort his head out. He felt torn up knowing he had likely hurt his sister by pushing past without a word, but he knew he'd intended to walk into her, take her into his arms and force his lips roughly onto hers, feeling their damp softness. He groaned and felt his cum spurt. He hadn't realised that he had been masturbating. He cleaned up and climbed out of the shower, dressing quickly and rushing to his old- his sisters room. He knocked softly. When there was no reply he opened the door and entered. She was asleep, clutching a teddy bear. He recognised it as one he had purchased around 5 years ago for her birthday. It was clear she had given the bear a lot of love since he'd been gone. It had rested on a shelf in her room, looking brand new, and now it looked well used. He looked at her and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the pain, knowing he was responsible. He grabbed a blanket of a nearby chair and placed it over her, kissing her forehead before leaving. --- Jessie kept to her room for the rest of the evening. Her father had looked in on her and told her mother to leave her. Her mother had made dinner and shouted for her to come down, her dinner was getting cold. Jesse looked up and said "leave her be Ang, she's fine" Angela made to walk up the stairs and Jesse shouted "I said leave her be! Now leave her the fuck alone!" Mike and Anna knew not to cross their dad and Angela was aware of how his temper could flare at the slightest thing. She sat down and the whole family made small talk. Mike was too aware of the empty chair beside him. --- Mike slept fitfully, dreaming of Jess and murmuring her name on several occasions. When he awoke around 6AM he knew his whole family would be sleeping, so he banished his impure thoughts and got dressed. 10 minutes later he was driving down the freeway, heading into the nearest city, looking for a flower store. He found one after driving for nearly an hour. He knew his way around the city but was struggling to get his mind to work and to string a thought together. His mind kept flicking to the look of hope, then look of heartbreak on Jess's face after he'd stormed out. He purchased the biggest bouquet of flowers he could see and ran back to his car, getting behind the wheel and placing the flowers delicately on the passenger seat. He turned the ignition key, slammed the vehicle into gear and was doing 50 before he noticed. He didn't care about a patrolling Police Cruiser, he just wanted his sister. --- Jess awoke to a vase of flowers on her windowsill. She had slept like a log after crying yesterday. She still had the dreams though, and the soaked bed was testament, even though she had a blanket over her now, which confused her fogged mind. Her gaze snapped back to the flowers and she felt the rage building up inside her. Before she knew it she had pulled her bathrobe on and snatched the flowers from the vase. She stormed downstairs, secretly happy her family weren't up. She knew Mike was, though. He was in the sitting room. She threw the flowers at his feet and screamed "FUCK YOU!" at him. "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" She yelled. "YOU FUCK OFF FOR TWO YEARS WITHOUT A WORD! I HAVEN'T FUCKING DONE ANYTHING TO YOU AT ALL!" Mike snapped. He dived at her, grabbing her face in his hands. "AND THEN ON THE FIRST FUCKIN-" She was cut off when Mike kissed her. And in that kiss was every drop of frustration, anger, sadness and every other emotion Mike had felt for years. Jess almost fainted when he kissed her. She kissed him back furiously, but Mike pulled away. She knew, her brother loved her, and she loved her brother. --- Her parents announced over dinner that Jesse was taking Angela to dinner that evening. Anna was going over to a girlfriends house for a girly evening. Jess waited for what Mike was doing, almost too scared to breathe. "I'm just gonna hang here today, maybe catch up with Jess?" He tentatively asked. "I'm good with that" Jess managed to say. --- They were alone. For the first time ever, they were alone and being completely honest with each other. As the door slammed behind Anna, Mike picked Jess up and forced his lips onto her. She responded just as aggressively, savouring the taste whilst hungering for more. They broke apart after five minutes of this. "I love you" Jess whispered. "I love you too, so much." Mike whispered back. It didn't matter she was his sister, nor he was her brother. They didn't even make it out of the kitchen before they were both naked. They collapsed, kissing, onto the sofa. Jess spread her legs and pulled Mike between them, noting his 7" length. Mike also noticed her fantastically perky breasts and shaven pussy which was glistening with her juices. There was no foreplay, no kissing and cuddling. They had both waited so long for this and both needed the release like they needed oxygen. Mike lined his cock up with her pussy and pushed. He knew she wasn't a virgin and he was beyond being delicate. He slammed his full length into her pussy and she grabbed the sofa with both hands, clawing at the fabric, screaming at the top of her voice in ecstasy. He fucked her in the missionary position wildly. They were both living out their greatest fantasy and loving every second of it. Then they heard a gasp from behind. Mike jumped off, looking around. His mother stood in the doorway. --- "Mike, Jess. Get down here!" Jesse called. They both looked at each other, terrified. It was an hour after they had been caught by their mother, and they were dreading this. They walked downstairs slowly. --- Their father sat calmly in a chair. So did their mother. They sat down. "Okay. Okay. Okay..."Angela struggled to start. Jesse took over " You love each other?" "Y..yes" They both stammered, waiting for their father to yell. "Okay. Well, here's a story me and your mother never told anyone. We're related. We're cousins. I suppose you've wondered why you've never met your family, and this is why. After we were honest with them, they disowned us. But, we love each other, and not a day goes by where I think it wasn't worth it. It was. And I want you both to know that you're welcome to each other, and we'll stand by you. I guess this wasn't what you were expecting, but well... we weren't either. But if you truly love each other, then you'll find a way to make it worth it. I know you can never marry. We moved to this state because it was legal for us, but I'm unaware of anywhere siblings are allowed to marry, unfortunately. But, Mike, I know you'll take care of her, so you both have my blessing" Jesse announced with tears in his eyes. --- Three months later, the household had settled back into normality, with everything being the same except Mike and Jess's relationship. He had moved back into his old room, with her. Even Anna had seen it coming and wasn't perturbed. --- "Mike, I have something to tell you." Jess announced one evening after they had passionately made love. "Yes?" He said dreamily, tracing the side of her jaw with his index finger. "You're gonna have to learn how to do that around an obstacle" She declared, referring to their lovemaking. "And why's that?" Mike looked puzzled. "Well, it's going to start getting in the way for around six months" She said, indicating her stomach. "And why's that?" Mike said, unable to grasp what she was saying in his dreamy state. "I'm pregnant." She announced with tears in her eyes. Mike grabbed her and kissed her furiously. THE END. Two Years after Valentine's Day Para C. – te extraño, nunca te olvidaré. Valentines Day, of all days in the year. She had not even realized it, whenever she had booked the flight for the 14th of February. But how could she have cared back then? For a few moments she stared at the pink hearts that were decorating the duty free stores. Looked at the pictures of smiling men that gave smiling women a big box of the most expensive chocolate in the store. Read sentences like "The best present is coming back home to her". She sighed and thought of the day when Pablo had given her some of those very chocolates, a tiny box only, as he couldn't afford more. Then she tried to push the memory of him out of her mind, and walked on. Gate 63. She was only at gate 11 right now, but a sign told her to turn left for gates 12 to 20, and to walk on for gates 21 to 80. She walked on. Those damn posters with the smiling faces seemed to be everywhere. What had decorated the walls six months ago, on the day of her arrival? Pictures advertising the beauty of the country, if she remembered right. Six months. It was so long ago, like a different world. * It had been a warm and sunny day in August. Liz grinned happily as she had passed immigrations and customs. It was the best feeling in the world to be in a new country for the first time. Each and every time she travelled, she felt like this, she didn't get used to it – it was always new and exciting. In fact, Liz had travelled a lot for her twenty three years. She had been lucky. Her parents, while not exceptionally rich, didn't have to worry about money, and they had always made sure that their only daughter would get all the possibilities of education and life experience she wanted. Getting to know other cultures, and learning other languages was part of this. Still a high school student, she had spent a year in Europe on a foreign exchange program and on this occasion had learnt to speak French quite fluently. She returned home a lot stronger and more independent, with the aura of a young woman who knew what she wanted. The only problem was that her classmates, who didn't share her European experiences, saw the world quite differently than her. She ended up feeling a bit of a stranger at school with her former friends, but she didn't care. This place wasn't for her anymore, anyway. Before going to University, as an 18 year old, she decided to go back packing for a year. This had her quite liberal parents somewhat worried after all. But as one of her cousins was thinking about doing the very same thing, they decided to encourage him by paying half of his ticket as a present for his 21st birthday, in return of the promise to watch over their little Liz. At first they flew to Europe, to see London, visit her old friends in France, and have a short visit to Berlin as her cousin wanted to see what was left of the wall. More Europe was not necessary according to Liz – the real adventure lay in more exotic countries. Two months into the journey, somewhere in South East Asia, she had gotten bored with the cousins fascination with loud parties at Thailand's beaches, which were visited mainly by foreign men and local girls. She had told him they would be in touch via email, wished him fun at the beaches, and took a small bus, which looked like it was falling apart, to a destination she had never heard of before – but, as she explained to her cousin when saying good bye, she just liked the sound of the name. Thus she had ended up spending a few wonderful weeks in parts of the countryside few tourists ever got to. The highlight of this time were probably the days that she lived with a poor family with about six or seven little children, sharing their hut, communicating with hands and feet as none of them spoke English. Then it was time to move on and explore the neighbouring countries. She was so fascinated with the region, that she changed the dates of her flights, cutting the visits to Australia and South Africa down to a few weeks. When she was home, however, she decided that she had seen enough of South East Asia now, and South America was the new object of her fascination. She started studying French and Spanish at university – one language because she already knew it well and wanted to improve her knowledge, the other, because she wanted to learn it. During her studies she went on a shorter program to study in Paris. While not adventurous and exotic, this city always had a spot in her heart, she couldn't forget how she had left the airplane as a sixteen year old just there, breathing for the first time the air of the whole wide world. Then another, longer program took her to Buenos Aires: South America at last. She realized soon enough, that this place was not quite the South America that she had expected, but Tango in San Telmo and visits to other regions of the country made up for that. Some of her new friends took her skiing in Bariloche, by herself she took the 24 hour bus ride up to Iguazú, admired the water falls, and crossed the border into Brasil. What she liked best, however, was the North-West. She loved the mountains, the traditional culture, the quiet and friendly people. Thinking of her visits to Salta and similar places her decision formed to participate in a volunteer program in some small Andean country once she had graduated from university. And there she was now. She loved it as soon as she left the airport: The taxi drivers that were fighting for business, almost pulling her suitcases out of her hands, dragging her to their cars and probably overcharging her horrendously. The crazily dangerous streets, on which crowded busses tried to overtake small things that looked like the mixture of a motorbike and a car. The houses, some of them old and almost falling apart, some of them showing features of a long lost colonial time, thick clusters of electricity cables stuck to some of their walls. The bus station, where in the small kiosks of each bus company men were calling out the destinations of the next leaving busses. Old women with round hats, wide knee length skirts, two long plaits of hair, and an unimaginable amount of luggage in huge colourful plastic bags or wrapped in woven pieces of cloth, pushed anyone out of their way that could get "their" bus ticket before them. Finally she got her own ticket, a sleeper seat on one of the "good" busses, because she was tired from the flight, and the little town her volunteer program took place in, was still far away. And the bus was good indeed – what a contrast to the rustle and dirt at the bus station. To the hard plastic seats on which she waited until it was time to get on the bus. In the bus, the seats were clean and covered with soft, pink and purple covers, she could make the seat lean back far enough to sleep quite comfortably. As the last houses of the city's outskirts, small and some almost falling apart, were disappearing together with the day's light, a smiling young woman brought dinner – chicken and rice. Hungrily Liz ate, and then fell asleep. When she woke up, the lights of the bus had been turned off. Someone right behind her was snoring loudly, otherwise it was quiet. And cold. She moved the curtain of the window next to her a little bit. The window was covered in white condensed water. Carefully she rubbed part of it free with the help of her sleeves, to have a look outside. Bathed in moonlight there was a landscape like she had never seen before – she could not quite make out if there was any grass at all or only dark, sharp stones, because her eyes did not know to tell such things in the night. What she could see were patches of snow. And hills, or mountains, further on, which were covered in yet more snow. How high up were they? She felt a bit dizzy. It was still dark when the bus arrived. The lights were turned on, and people started shuffling luggage, children, their own sleepy selves towards the door. But, it was announced, the bus would stay at the station until seven in the morning. Whoever wanted should get their luggage out from the luggage storage under the bus, and then get back to their seat and sleep. Only a few people took up the offer, she was one of them. * The NGO she was to work for, had organized her a small room in the house next to their offices. It took a while, until a sleepy girl of the same age as her opened the door, and led her to a tiny, bare room with no windows. Liz looked a bit helpless, and before she could say anything the girl realized what was wrong. "Oh of course, you don't have a bed!" she exclaimed. "Usually our tenants bring their own furniture, but that would probably be difficult for you, since you come from so far away." She thought for a second. "Listen, my brothers will put a bed in there for you in the afternoon. Are you okay until then?" Liz nodded. She was tired – tired enough to sleep a few hours on the floor in her sleeping bag. The girl then showed her the bathroom, which was on the other side of the little courtyard, and which had a cluster of cables attached to the shower head – she had to move a switch there to get warm water. Then she was handed the keys, and was alone again. * The first days in a new place are the most exciting ones. You don't know anyone yet, you get lost easily, but walking through the streets you see the square close to where you live, and wonder if that soon will be "your plaza" where you will sit down and read the paper every day. You look at the stores, and wonder which ones you will end up frequenting regularly. You find out where the markets are, and go there to try the large variety of fruits, the fresh juices, and buy some shelves and a little chair for your room. Liz had slight headaches the first days. But that soon passed, and only the fact that she got out of breath more easily, reminded her that she was living at an altitude she was not accustomed to. In the organization she was volunteering for, there were three other foreigners and various locals – some of which were specialized in education and health care, others just had administrative jobs in the main offices. Liz was expected to help translating letters from and into English, as the organization was communicating with a lot of other organizations to gather the money necessary to do their work. Beside this she taught English three times a week in a nearby village, in a school that the organization had founded. During those first weeks she often went out in the evenings with the other volunteers. Usually they visited the more westernised pubs and discos in town, where they met a mixed crowd of tourists that had found their way into this faraway area, and upper middle class locals, of which there weren't very many, though. One of those evenings she ended up in the apartment of one of the other volunteers, a tall and blonde Dutch doctor, who had flirted with her since the day she arrived. The doctor wasn't actually Liz' type but she welcomed the opportunity of some no-strings sex, and the doctor assured her he wasn't looking for any more than this either. They met several times for this purpose, but at the same time managed to develop something of a friendship. The doctor had a girlfriend back home, and Liz was never quite sure whether it was true that they had decided to have an open relationship while he was gone, as the doctor claimed. But the truth was she didn't care too much. She took a certain pride in saying that she didn't believe in love, or at least in her own ability to fall in love. Though some crushes might feel like they were what is described in love novels and movies, it always turned out that you just didn't know the other person well enough to realize you could never actually love them. She planned to save herself any kind of serious disappointment by restricting herself to sex buddies and short termed flings, though somewhere in the back of her mind there was a wish to get married and have children one day. * The first time she had fallen in love – or had a really big crush, as she preferred to describe it – had been during her exchange in France. Pierre was the son of friends of her host family, four years older than her, tall, and with beautiful big brown eyes. With the little knowledge of French she had at the time, she only understood half of what he told her, but it always was about her own beauty, and about how much in love he was with her. His choice of words was, at least when she understood them, more poetic than anything she could ever imagine any of the boys back home to say, and thus she was more than willing to believe him. Pierre broke up with her three months before she left France, just when Liz had had her first over-the-phone arguments with her parents, because she wanted to find a way to extend her visa, graduate from her French school and stay here, with Pierre. There hadn't been any arguments or other problems preceding the break up, and thus she couldn't understand how the great love he had started declaring for her six months earlier could have disappeared so suddenly. Her best friend in France, a tough looking girl with connections to the punk and alternative scene, explained that this was just typical for men, especially for her compatriots, and that Liz would be too great a person to make herself dependent of any of them – and that was what love was, dependence, the French girl said. She should not cry for such an idiot, but rather enjoy life. Liz took her advice, and started something with a class mate, whose heart she broke now in revenge of Pierre's actions, and she realized that she quite enjoyed the power she had over this boy though she felt a vague sting of consciousness when she saw him fighting back tears the day she explained to him that she never would have anything more serious than a fling with a boy like him. It had been one of the important lessons in life, she concluded: Live your life, and don't try to change it for anyone else. If you let anyone close enough to make you want to change your plans for him, then you are bound to get hurt. Without that, you could be happy, and a girl like her surely had no problems finding someone to take care of her sexual needs either. * Pablo was one of several people working on a temporary contract for the organization. He sat in a small office, the first one you passed when you entered the building, and typed information into a computer, answered phone calls, things like that. Due to his office being the first one to the entrance he was also the one that usually had to answer the questions of anyone that came to the organization. He knew best where anyone else's office was, who was in their office right now, and when those who weren't would return. Liz wasn't sure when she had first seen him. He was one of many new faces when she started working there. One Wednesday a meeting of the volunteers and volunteers of a different organization was scheduled at eight in the evening. Liz had returned from her village at seven – after school she had gone to the house of one of the little girls in her class. The girl's mother had insisted she stayed for dinner, and the grandmother, who was there as well, had kept saying "Gringacha, Siñuracha!" to her, admiring her hair, touching her cheeks, or pressing her brown hat on her head and laughing about how she looked with it. After dinner they had wanted to drink with her. Liz already knew that in this family, one of the poorest in the village, alcohol was a bit of a problem, and the organization had told her not to encourage this. As there was a meeting tonight, Liz had a good reason to say no to the invitation. Back in town she didn't go to her room first, she wasn't sure what time it was, and didn't want to miss the meeting. Pablo looked up when she stood in front of his office. "Hello. Aren't you a bit early?" "I suppose so," she answered. "What time is it?" He checked the time at his computer. "Not even seven yet. You have more than an hour." "Thanks." She wanted to leave, go to her room for a while. "If you want you can wait here." Pablo pointed at an armchair standing in a corner of his little office. "I was just about to make some tea." Thanking him, she sat down. He left the office to go to the kitchen, and Liz looked around. There was a poster of a snow covered mountain on the wall, and another one which showed a group of people in mountaineering gear walking in the snow. Under both bright red letters advertised the region as a paradise for tourists. Else, there was only the desk with the computer and a lot of papers, and the armchair she was sitting in. Pablo returned, and handed her a mug. In there, in hot water, swam some oval shaped green coca leafs. "I hope you drink coca tea," he said. "But most gringos seem to like it. Except for those that think it is the same as cocaine." He laughed at the idea. Liz suddenly realized that his smile, which she surely had seen a lot of times since she worked here, was really nice. Pablo sat down at his desk again, but didn't look at his papers or the computer screen. Instead, he leaned back in his chair. "So, have you acclimatized here?" Liz nodded. "Yes, it's quite nice here. I enjoy it. I especially like the work in the village." She tried to take a sip of the tea, but it was still too hot. So she looked up, at him, and suddenly noticed how dark his eyes were. 'Nice eyes,' she thought. Maybe she shouldn't look at him like this. She pointed at one of the posters. "Which mountain is that?" He named the mountain – a complicated name she forgot right away, and mentioned he had been up there a few months ago. Mountains fascinated her, and soon they were in a middle of a conversation about them – it turned out that hiking and mountaineering was, what Pablo did in most of his free time, and when he talked about it one could tell how much he loved the mountains. Liz didn't have a lot of experiences with mountains, she was from a very flat area, but that made them all the more interesting to her. He told her about a mountain lake that wasn't too far from the town. You just needed to go an hour by bus, and then it was a three hour hike, quite an easy hike, he said. One that she could do even if she wasn't too accustomed to hiking in mountainous areas yet. "I will show you that lake some day," he promised. "If you want me to, that is..." * When the meeting was over it was after nine in the evening. Pablo's office was closed, he obviously had gone home already. During the next days, Liz made sure to drop by at Pablo's office for some minutes at least, each time she went to the offices. He always greeted her with that friendly smile he had for everyone, and they exchanged some small talk, and maybe a few words about mountains or about her work in the village. Else, her life went on as usual, she enjoyed her work, went out to a few parties at the weekend, and met with the Dutch doctor for some drinks and to then go to his place. But she couldn't really get Pablo out of her head again. He wasn't quite like the guys she usually liked, she couldn't quite say what it was. He was friendlier somehow. One day, Liz mentioned him to the Dutch doctor. That is, she didn't say whom she was talking about, just told him that there was a guy she had a crush on. They were having breakfast in his kitchen – he didn't have just a room, but a small apartment with shower and kitchen, even with an oven and a small refrigerator, another advantage to spending the night with him. The doctor was carefully distributing avocado on a piece of bread, crushing it with a fork to make it smoother and easier to have an equal amount of avocado on each part of his bread. He didn't seem to care much that she had a crush on someone else. "Have you asked him out yet?" he asked, while putting some salt on the avocado. Two Years after Valentine's Day "I can't ask him out!" Liz exclaimed. "This is quite a macho culture here, isn't it? What would he think if a girl did that?" "Come on, you of all people are starting to be shy now? He'd probably think it's great, and wish girls would do that more often." Liz hesitated. "I don't even know if he would be interested in me. See, he is always friendly to me, but I think he is just a friendly person." Then she mentioned the lake in the mountains. "There you go," was all the doctor answered before biting off a big piece of his avocado-sandwich. * This evening Liz passed by his office again. She was in a bit of a hurry – there was another meeting, and she was already late for it. But actually she was glad she didn't have time to hang out. This way she just had to ask her question right away. "You know, I would really like to see that lake you told me about... How about next Saturday?" Pablo looked encouragingly happy about the suggestion. "Sure. We could meet right here at ten in the morning, what do you think?" She agreed, and then hurried on to the meeting. * The bus they had to take left from a station about a ten minute walk from where they met. The busses didn't have a fixed schedule, they just left whenever they were full. When they arrived at the station a young man was trying to convince anybody walking by to get on the bus. It was about to leave, he promised. This however meant that it was already quite full, there were no two seats together anymore, and they decided to wait for the next one. A few minutes later the next bus approached. Pablo had already bought tickets for the two of them, asking for seats in front, next to the driver, which allowed for the best view. Liz just enjoyed the bustle and noise of the bus station. When they got into the bus to sit down, Pablo made a sign to one of the young women, who were selling various goods to the passengers. He bought a piece of sweet, dry cake for each of them, and something that looked like jell-o in a plastic cup. They ate, while the woman went on, chanting "Torta, torta! Gelatina, gelatina!" Then the driver got back on the bus, turned up the radio to a much higher volume, and slowly drove out of the station. Despite the bus being quite full, a boy was still leaning out of the open passenger door and calling out the destination, in the hope of luring more people into the vehicle. The direction they went in was opposite to the the village Liz worked in. Thus the landscape she saw was new to her and kept her quite occupied. Streets were zigzagging their way up the hills that surrounded the town, and trees or other vegetation became more sparse. Somewhere in the background she could see snow-covered mountains. Every now and then they stopped at small villages – smaller than the one she knew – and the people who got off and on the bus, or waited by the bus stops, seemed shorter, darker, all of the women wearing knee-length skirts, plaited hair, some of them brown hats, some more interesting, colourful ones. They carried goods in their colourful pieces of cloth on their back. Finally, Pablo told Liz it was time to get off the bus. Then they stood at a turn of the street, no person to be seen around. Some animal paths led away from the road, and they followed one of them. No trees grew around them, there were only bushes of hard, tall grass. The path led into some hills. In a distance at times Liz could see little stone huts, their roofs covered with grass, and surrounded by a larger area that was cut off from the surrounding pasture by a stone wall. A movement a bit further up the hill caught her eye. She looked up. A white animal, hair hanging down into its face, gazed down at them with huge thoughtful eyes. "Look at the llama!" Liz was excited. She had never seen one before. "Actually, that is an alpaca," Pablo explained. Soon they passed more of these animals, sometimes grazing on the hard yellow grass in huge groups, and always looking up when they passed. Pablo pointed out to her the differences between the taller and stronger llamas with their long faces, and the shorter faced alpacas with their soft long fur. Finally, after a two hours walk and after climbing up another hill, a small but impressively blue lake stretched out in front of them, surrounded by hills. Even though Liz had been in the country for almost a month now, she was not quite used to walking that much in a high altitude, and had been feeling the need to sit down for quite a while. Pablo found a spot that due to some rocks was quite well protected from the strong winds, yet still allowed a view on the lake. They had brought bread, avocados, and cheese, as well as fruits he had bought the day before in a local market. Liz thought she had never had such a nice meal before. After they had eaten, they sat next to each other, looking at the lake. It was somewhat chilly, but the search for warmth was not the only reason that made the two sit closer to each other. Liz wasn't sure, when Pablo had put his arm around her. They did not speak, or look at each other. Liz leaned her head against Pablo. She could feel his chest move with his breath, she believed to even distinguish his heart beat. His hand moved up towards her head a bit, she could feel him playing with her hair. It was afternoon, the shades were growing. All Liz wished for was for them to stop growing, so she could just keep sitting there, could stop this little nagging somewhere in the back of her head that wondered if they shouldn't get going, so they could be back by the road before dark. Pablo moved a little bit, as if he was planning to say something. Liz turned around to him, looking at him. He had turned his face to her just at the same moment, and they were closer than she had expected. For a few seconds neither one seemed to breathe nor move the slightest bit, as if time was standing still. Then she felt his lips on hers. When she responded to his kiss, opening her mouth a little bit in welcome of his tongue, letting her own tongue play with it, he put also the other arm around her, pulling her closer. For a few wonderful moments Liz forgot the chilly winds, the harsh beauty of the landscape around them, the growing shades. * Night had fallen before they reached the street. The last half hour Liz had feared to never reach civilization again, climbing up and down stony hills without seeing a thing – for some reason they weren't on the path anymore, trying to find a quicker way back. Pablo held her hand, trying to help her over the stones. Then, at the road, they waited not longer than ten minutes, before the headlights of the small bus appeared at the horizon. Shortly after, they pushed their way inside the crowded vehicle. There were no free seats, they had to stand in the hallway with many other people. Pablo held on to the back of someone's seat with one hand, the other arm wrapped around Liz, so she would not fall each time the bus rushed around a curve of the road. This same evening a party at the organization they worked for was planned – the boss of the organization was celebrating his birthday. Liz and Pablo thus took the bus until its final stop, which was close to the city centre, and then walked back to their workplace. It was already getting late, and the party room on the top floor was bustling with people: Colleagues and friends of the boss. No one seemed to spend much attention to the fact they arrived together, their friends were either too drunk already to notice, or did not care much. Just the Dutch doctor secretly gave her a thumbs up and a grin, when Pablo wasn't looking. After congratulating the boss for his birthday, he dragged her around the room a bit, presenting his "colleague from the United States" to several of his friends. Most of these insisted on pouring Liz a plastic cup of beer, which she, copying everyone else in the room, drank out quickly, and shook in a rapid movement so the last drops would fall on the floor, before handing it back. After four or five cups she started feeling slightly drunk, and more at ease with the noise at the party. A small old stereo, that usually stood in one of the offices, played the typical local mixture of folklore and pop music, Liz had already gotten used to the sound in her many bus trips to the village. Someone grabbed her by the hands and dragged her to the middle of the room, where a few people were dancing. She had lost sight of Pablo. After a while the music was turned down, and everyone sat on chairs that were put along the walls of the room. Liz found herself a seat, and discovered Pablo at the opposite side of the room. She wanted to give him a smile, but he seemed to be deeply engaged in a discussion with the guy from the office next to his, and did not look into her direction. Someone went around with a big jug from which he poured a yellowish liquid into everyone's glass. Liz tried it, it was somewhat sour and strongly alcoholic, but once she got used to the refreshing taste, she liked it. Then a few people got up to hold short but highly emotional speeches about the boss and his great initiative in founding this NGO, helping the people of his country, but never forgetting his family at the same time, a friendly man who... Liz was starting to feel drowsy, but when she was offered another fill of her glass she gladly accepted. Finally the music was turned up again, and the boss took turns in dancing with each of the guests, men and women, while everyone else clapped. People from across the room sometimes smiled at Liz and raised their glass towards her, which meant, as she was told, that she should drink from her glass too, it was impolite to ignore such a greeting. When the boss was done dancing with everyone, the dance floor filled some more. A boy a few years younger than Liz, the boss's nephew as she was told, tried to teach her some dance steps. He was quite a good dancer, but Liz grew bored with him. Her eyes searched the room. Finally she saw Pablo, near the door, with his jacket on, apparently saying good bye to the guy he had been talking to earlier. Liz hastily apologized and walked over to Pablo. He smiled when he saw her. "There you are! I was looking for you... I wanted to say good bye, I am going home now." "Already?" Liz gave her voice a disappointed tone. "Well, it is two in the morning already. And I don't really like this kind of party," he apologized. "But... but... I thought you were still going to walk me to my room." Pablo seemed to blush slightly at her words, and the colleague that was still standing next to them grinned. "I was going to leave the party now anyway," Liz added. A few minutes later they were back in the fresh night air, walking the few metres over to the next house's entrance, crossing a dark patio, and then up the stairs to where Liz' room was. After she had opened the door, and they had both stepped in, they stood there for a few seconds, looking at each other. Liz' heart was beating. She still felt the effect of the beer, and the other drink – and a faint memory of that one kiss at the lake, it had been just this afternoon, but it seemed ages ago. She sat down at the edge of her bed. He still stood next to her, looking shy and nervous. Liz took his hand and pulled him closer, made him sit down. It was him, who started to kiss her. She lay down at the bed, and felt him lay down with her, felt his lips on hers, felt his hands on her skin, his skin under her hands, felt him take off her shirt, felt his tongue on her breasts, on her neck, on her stomach, wanted to feel him yet closer, closer... * "Dear Ladies and Gentlemen, Flight 534 to Miami is now boarding passengers for Business class, passengers with disabilities, and with children under the age of two." Looking up, Liz realized that she was still at the airport, sitting near her gate in between masses of people. Most of them were light skinned and sun burned, and carried bags full of souvenirs with them. But every now and then she discovered someone with the typical features of the region. Young men and women, who probably worked in the States and had been visiting family here. A few seats from her sat a nervous looking elderly woman with the knee length skirt and two long plaits that marked her as someone from the country side. She seemed lost in the bright lights of the airport, and checked her ticket again and again. Maybe she was going to visit a son or daughter who was living abroad, maybe this was the first time she ever travelled this far. She clutched a bag to her chest in which Liz imagined treasures she was bringing for her child, that lived so far away from home. Liz closed her eyes and thought of her own, pale legs wrapped around him, thought of Pablo's skin, which in the dim light of her room had been of a soft, dark brown, except for a white scar on his upper stomach he had from an accident in the mountains. She still could almost feel his hands, that had explored all her body hungrily, wandering from her breasts, over her stomach, to between her legs, entering her and probing her wetness inside. She could still taste his kisses. See the way he had looked back at her, when her moans urged him to finally enter her. She could feel him, lingering at her entrance, deliberately making her wait yet a bit longer, until finally he started slowly sliding into her. Until finally she felt him as close to her as was possible, felt him inside her, filling her. All that time his eyes looking into hers... She sighed, and gathered her stuff, they were calling seats 30 to 49 now, that was her. When she walked towards the queue at the gate, she heard a thin voice saying "Excuse me, mamita ..." Turning around there was the woman with the braids, holding her ticket up toward her. "Is it my turn yet?" The woman spoke with the strong accent of the faraway villages, Liz wondered how much Spanish she really knew. She looked at the ticket. Seat 23F. Liz thought for a few seconds, to remember the bits and pieces of the local indigenous language, Pablo had taught her. "Manaraq, mamay," she said smiling. "Kunallan." The woman's eyes lit up at the familiar sounds. "Grashias siñuracha, añay," she called after her. *** Liz had woken up when he was putting his clothes on. It was dark in the room. "What time is it?" she asked sleepily. "Six in the morning," he answered. "I have to go home." Then he was gone, and she was not awake enough yet to realize it. Only when she woke up again a few hours later, she did. She felt a certain disappointment, though she tried to explain his behaviour as being a sign, that he wanted exactly the same as her – not a relationship that would only make both of them hurt once she had to leave. Just a good time for the two of them. But somehow it did not feel quite right. * A few days passed before she met him again. She was busy with the classes in the village. But then she had to go to his office, to hand in some papers. Pablo's smile looked the same as always, when she entered his office. He asked her to stay for a cup of tea. It was already getting dark outside, not many people were left in the building. While he went to the kitchen to bring coca leaves, cups, and hot water, Liz looked at the posters again. He returned, and for a while they remained quiet, sipping their tea. "So... did you get home well, on Saturday?" Liz finally asked. He blushed. It was interesting how well she could tell, despite his dark skin. "Yes, I took the bus... Listen," he suddenly sat up straighter, "I am sorry for just leaving. This all just had me a bit confused. You see, I have never done this before." "Done what?" She really wasn't sure what he meant. "Well, you know, having sex just like that, with someone I have only known for a few weeks." Liz wasn't sure what to reply. For a while both remained quiet, drinking their coca tea. Pablo started typing something into his computer. "Look," he finally said, "they sent me some pictures from our last trip into the mountains." Liz was relieved to have something else to talk about, and went to have a look at pictures showing a group of people in thick clothing, standing in the snow near the top of a mountain. Time passed, and when Pablo shut down his computer, Liz asked him to come over to her place for a little while. He agreed, and then added that he would have to be home though, before his parents would get up in the morning. He didn't want them to notice he was away all night. "Why?" Liz asked. "I thought you were 27 years old?" "It doesn't have anything to do with age," Pablo explained. "It's just something you don't do. I don't want my parents to think they can't trust in me." * They met about three times per week from then on, after work. Pablo showed Liz the less expensive restaurants only locals knew about, and on the weekend every now and then they explored the surrounding country side. He always left in the very early hours of the morning though, and never invited her to his home. 'But,' Liz tried to console herself, 'this just means that we aren't really a couple.' Which was good. She liked spending time with Pablo, but she had only four, then only three more months left here. Also, she kept meeting up with the Dutch doctor, though the only thing they did now, was to go out for a few beers and some conversation. One morning, after a little bit too much to drink in the evening, she woke up in the doctor's bed again. Liz told herself – and the doctor assured her in this – that she had done nothing wrong. 'I am a free person,' she thought. 'I can do what I want and with whom I want. Pablo and I never talked about being exclusive.' Yet, she felt consciousness bites she had never experienced before. If she ever mentioned this to Pablo, would he be hurt? She tried to tell herself that he didn't have the right to be. She started avoiding the Dutch doctor, which wasn't really that hard, as he went on health campaigns in far away villages. Still, she thought, the fact that she had slept with him was a proof of her own freedom. She liked Pablo, but that was all. She would spend a few more nice months with him, things staying as vague as they were now, and then she would go home and he would become just another memory. The fact that she could hardly wait for the next time they met, for the next night they would spend together was nothing but a big crush, nothing but infatuation, she assured herself. To make sure it stayed this way, she every now and then skipped an evening that was supposed to be spent with him, making up excuses. * The day of the Immaculate Conception was a huge festival in a small town a few hours from the town Liz stayed in. The organization she worked for had decided that they should offer their volunteers something interesting to see, and thus they all met up in the very early morning to go to the bus stop, where they could find transport to the festival. Liz had looked forward to this trip for weeks, and Pablo had promised to join them. But the day before he told her that he couldn't come – some important family business obligated him to be in town in the morning, just at the time they all would be in the bus towards the festival. Liz was disappointed, and after talking it over a bit, Pablo promised to join them later on. He would just take a later bus, and they would meet at two in the afternoon at a little bridge, that according to him crossed the river right in front of the location of the festival. The village was situated in a very low valley, and for the first time Liz could notice the difference in climate a few hundred metres less in altitude could make. It was hot and more humid when she got off the bus, and palm trees decorated the plaza. It must usually be a sleepy village, narrow streets surrounded the plaza with adobe houses painted white, on the outskirts of the tiny town they weren't even painted anymore. It was crowded by people now, though, and everyone was trying to stand as close as possible by the street going around the plaza, so they could see the procession, a huge Virgin being carried around, and people following carrying banners. All around, women in traditional skirts, men with colourful chullos underneath brown hats, barefooted children, city folk in their Sunday clothes, tourists, pushed for a good spot. Between them and the procession young boys and girls held up plastic bags with popcorn, or sun protectors made of paper, others shouted "helado, helado" or "imágines de la Virgen". Two Years after Valentine's Day Liz could not really concentrate, though. Again and again she checked her watch, hoping she wouldn't miss the time she was supposed to be at the bridge. When it was one thirty she apologized to her friends, and made her way through the crowds. Passing the streets, she saw improvised tents, made of blue pieces of plastic. Everything from warm soups over illegally copied DVDs to tourist souvenirs was being sold in them. She was tempted to stay around for a while, look at all the goods on sale, have a little chat with the sales women. Someone pushed by her a cart full of huge hot sweet potatoes and hot fried bananas. Liz felt a sting of hunger – she hadn't had breakfast before going to the bus stop in the early morning. But she decided to wait until Pablo was here, then they could have lunch together. The bridge was as crowded as everywhere else, but Liz sat down on the rail. She had a good view on the only road leading into the village – a car was descending down the hills, drawing a huge cloud of sand behind it. Then, for quite a while, the street remained empty. Checking her watch, Liz became a bit nervous. Finally, another dusty cloud appeared at the horizon. As it made its way down the hills and approached the town, it turned out to be a small truck. It took quite a while for there to be a bus, it was almost two thirty when one appeared. "He is going to be in that one," Liz thought. The bus passed the street near the bridge, and continued further down to a huge field that was used as a parking spot for hundreds of busses and cars. After a while she saw a group of people making their way up from the parking spot. Pablo was not between them. Liz checked the time again. A quarter to three, almost. And she did not see any more busses. What if there weren't going to arrive any more? The procession was over, after all, only the dances would follow now. What if he had missed the last bus? How long should she sit here on the bridge, getting stared at by children? She couldn't imagine standing up, walking away, admitting he wasn't going to show up anymore. How could she enjoy the festival without him? Checking her watch again with surprise she realized she was close to tears. An old woman pushed close by her, trying to make her way quickly across the bridge, and hit a big bag she was carrying into Liz' knee. Liz had to hold back not to curse. There were too many people here. The people were too happy, too much in a festive mood. She wanted to get away. Why would she keep waiting for Pablo? Obviously he wasn't going to show up! Apparently he was too stupid to get the last bus. How dare he anyway, to make her wait on this bridge! How dare he not showing up, making her unable to enjoy the festival! How dare he being able to make her that angry at him. Liz was sick of hunger by now, but the thought of food somehow made her feel worse. A woman selling corn cobs and cheese crossed the bridge, but Liz declined. She realized that she wouldn't enjoy the festival anymore, unless he was here... Maybe she should stop seeing him. Just at this moment someone called out her name. Liz looked up, and a few metres from her, at the end of the bridge, stood Pablo, grinning. Jumping down from the rail of the bridge, she tried to look cool, tried not to show the anger she had felt, nor how happy she was to see him now. * The rest of the festival was a day she was never going to forget. The dances turned out to be far more interesting than the procession of the morning had been – until late at night groups of musicians and masked dancers showed their talent in the streets, huge groups of people gathering around them to admire their glittering and colourful costumes, to see their dancing. One of the dances was more a fight: Two men wearing a furry kind of coat, and woollen masks hit each other's legs with a long whip. You could hear how it hurt, and the beaten one jumped up funnily, causing the crowds around them to burst out in laughter. In another dance, the masks did show more features of human faces, and you could make out one older man dressed in a black suit, with a huge moustache, and a woman he was dancing with. One of the dancers with the whips, from the dance before, mixed into this group, trying to coax the woman into dancing with him, only to be chased away by the moustached man. In other dances the masks seemed more like devils, the costumes showed huge golden horns, and the dance steps were more uniform. After a while, Liz and Pablo left the crowds, to walk around the streets. It was dark by now, and the sweet potato Liz had eaten after Pablo's arrival seemed like long ago. They found a little restaurant, where they could sit on a shaky wooden bench at a table, covered by a dirty wax cloth, and eat hot soup with quinua and some big pieces of meat in it. When she was done, Liz wanted to return the plate, but Pablo demanded a "yapa" – and really, the little boy that was collecting their plates brought them to his mother, who was standing by the door at a stove, on which the soup was boiling in a huge kettle, and then returned with another half-plate for each of them. For dessert there was another coca leaf tea. Then they walked further out of the small town's centre, to streets where the houses only had one floor and stood further apart from each other. In front of a few of them there were long wooden sticks, around the top of which someone had wrapped red or blue plastic bags. "What's this?" Liz asked. "They are selling chicha," Pablo explained. "Come." He took her hand and went to one of these houses. He knocked at the door, and a young woman opened. She looked tired. "Allillanchu, mamay," Pablo said. "Not at the fiesta?" "Later," she answered. "I see these dances every year." "Of course. Well, can we have two glasses, please?" She nodded and disappeared into the house. Shortly after she returned with two huge plastic cups, filled with the same slightly sour yellow liquid, Liz had already drunken back at the boss's birthday party. While they drank and listened to the faraway sound of the musicians, the girl kept standing in the door to contemplate them. After a few minutes, a maybe three year old boy appeared, half-hiding behind her leg, and also looked at them. When they returned to the plaza the dances had stopped. A band was still playing though, and a group of girls, obviously foreigners and just as obviously drunk, jumped around happily to the music. A few local boys joined them after a while. Liz was tired – she had been up since the very early morning. Pablo suggested to go to the parking place and see whether there was any busses going home yet. There weren't, but they found the driver of a minibus who told them he was planning to leave in a few more hours – when most of those people, who had not got a bed in a cheap pension, or a spot on the floor of one of the locals' houses, would be tired of dancing and drinking. He opened his van for them, and said they could wait there. That way, Pablo decided, they could secure the front seats, which were a bit small for two people next to the driver, but otherwise the nicest. They sat down as well as they could, Liz more or less on Pablo's lap, and tried to catch some sleep. It was not particularly comfortable, and Liz kept waking up, listening to the faraway noise of musicians, and Pablo's breathing. Finally the driver returned, when there was already a very slight light forming at the horizon. With him there was a group of people. When they got in, the back of the bus looked full to Liz, but the driver decided there was still room for one or two more. Driving through the centre of the town, he kept shouting his destination. Two gringos, a man and a woman, indicated they wanted to go there. Liz was glad to sit at the front now, the back was a lot more crowded, and people were talking to each other, while she could just sit there quietly, looking into the night, Pablo's arms around her. The light at the horizon became a big red stripe, as they made their way up the hills surrounding the town. When the sun came out, there was another valley in front of them, and snow capped mountains at the horizon. Pablo had slept most of the journey but was awake now, running his fingers through Liz' hair and quietly, almost whispering, telling her the name of the mountain she could see. The people at the back of the bus seemed to be waking up as well – Liz could hear them talking, and a child was crying for a few minutes, but then calmed down again. The driver turned on his radio and searched for a station. When he found one that was playing the usual folkloric pop music, he turned the volume up. Liz leaned her head against Pablo, and looked past him through the window into the landscape. She was tired, and her whole body seemed to hurt from having tried to sleep in the cramped car. Only her coat and Pablo's body warmth protected her somewhat, from the icy cold of the night that everyone in the car was subjected to. But the sun was rising behind the mountains, its bright light a promise of the warmth that was going to be there in a few hours. Some llamas stood by the road and lifted their head curiously when the car approached. Pablo was humming along with the music. Liz' eyes closed, she was tired. He wrapped his arms yet closer around her, as if to protect her from the outside world. Her head was now leaning more to his chest than his shoulder. Along with his humming she could hear his heartbeat. She wished this journey would never be over, she wanted to sit like this forever. * The next months time seemed to fly. Liz spent Christmas with Pablo's family, this was the first time she met them. They seemed a little bit surprised, when he presented her as his girlfriend, but they did all they could for Liz to feel at home in their house. From then on, Liz and Pablo spent almost every day together, as much as their work schedules allowed them. In January they had a week off, and went hiking. It was an easy trip that Pablo had chosen, knowing that Liz had not gone hiking very often yet. Nevertheless, the landscape they saw on the way was breathtaking. And sleeping in a tent in the middle of nowhere gave them the feeling of being closer together even than they would be in Liz' room. Soon February started, and suddenly Liz realized that she had less than two weeks left until she had to go home. She and Pablo had talked many times about what would happen in the future, but no matter how they turned it – she had to return. Her parents wouldn't pay for any more travelling now, they said. They wanted her to finally get a job. And those were scarce here, and the monthly wages equalled what at home she could make in a few days. Staying here, unless she could find a really good job, would mean living in a level of poorness she did not want to put up with for the rest of her life. It had never before occurred to her before, how spoilt she was. But it was also unlikely for Pablo to get a Visa to the US. Of course there was the possibility to get married, so he could come home with her – but he hardly spoke any English, so what kind of work would he find there? And while many people were trying to leave the country for the richer western world, he had never been one of them. He didn't say it, but Liz felt that making him leave his mountains was something she shouldn't do. Whenever she thought things through rationally, Liz realized it was all no good. They had been together only a few months, getting married so quickly was not the responsible thing to do. There was no guarantee things between them would even be the same, living in a culture so different to this one here, in a place where he would suddenly depend on her in almost everything – and what if it didn't work out, after he had given up almost everything? "Then go home and work for a few months, and come back as soon as you saved up some money," Pablo suggested. "Even if it's not that much for over there, you could live here quite a while on it." Liz nodded. It was at least something of a future plan. In the back of her head she wondered if she would really do it. But it still was a plan. At least, she could come here on vacation. Or on some new volunteer program. Knowing she would be back made it easier to leave. * The motors of the airplane made the familiar sound that indicated the take off would start in a few moments. It was still standing, then started to move slowly, quicker, while thoughts flashed through Liz' head. Pictures of the last night before she left. Like all the other nights. Images of his body, his eyes, the memory of how his skin felt under her fingers, how he felt in her, his taste in her mouth, the sound of her own moans mingled with his in her ears. The images were pushed away by a different one: The bus stop. Yesterday, when she had left. He had brought her there, they had stood next to the bus, hugging and kissing until the driver obligated her to get on the bus. The bus still stood there for another ten minutes, but Pablo had left. But then, when the bus left the station, she saw him. He was standing across the street from the exit of the station, looking at the busses, waiting for her. Smiling, the way he always smiled. She waved at him and looked through the window, pressing her face against the glass, to see him standing there as long as she could, until the bus turned around a corner and she could not see him anymore. Only then she had started to cry. And now, while the pressure in her stomach and her head told her that the airplane was up in the air, tears were welling up in her eyes again. *** Liz hated the long wait, after the airplane had landed, before you could get off. People stood up, standing in the small passages between the seats, as if that would make the doors open earlier. Liz stayed in her seat until there was actually movement getting into that row of people waiting there. Then she pulled out her small bag from under the seat in front of hers, and got in line too. She still had to wait a while: Those that stood up first, only now realized they had their things still in the overhead compartment, and held up everyone by getting it out, ordering coats and suitcases. When Liz reached the exit of the plane, a glimpse into the little hallway she had to pass told her, it was decorated with pink bows and hearts, and some big posters telling you what chocolate was "the best way to tell her you love her". 'It's getting worse every year,' Liz thought. She hadn't realized it was Valentine's day again. When she had bought the ticket she had not thought about it. On the poster a blond smiling woman looked at a blond smiling man, both of their eyes full of love. Love. What was that, love? She had thought she could not live on without Pablo, because she loved him. Two years ago, she had cried on the plane until she fell asleep, exhausted. And she had started crying again shortly after she woke up. For the first two months she had emailed or called Pablo almost every day, in between speaking with him through various chat programs. Then she started finding herself a bit tired of their phone conversations. He spoke of love, but in her head the old question popped up again – what is love? Is this it? The calls and conversations got more rare. She found herself forgetting what exactly he looked like. And she found herself noticing other guys again. More weeks went by, until she could summon the courage to tell him that things couldn't continue the way they were going. She found a great job, in something she had always wanted to do, but it demanded all her effort. She would not have time to travel for a year at least. It was him who had suggested to remain friends, and she was glad for that. But it was awkward, and their contact had gone down to the occasional email for someone's birthday or Christmas, and a short hello every now and then on messenger. Liz had been too busy with work to think a lot about him, anyway. She had met Paul, then Michael, having short and meaningless relationships with each, but most of the time she was alone. Then she got the offer for another job – an NGO working exactly in that area she had been in. The fact that she had been there before, that they worked with the NGO she had volunteered for, was what got her the job. She would be flying back and forth between the US and there – spending more time there, though. The pay was less than it had been in her old job, but they owned a small, modern apartment in the centre of the town, that she could live in. It wasn't the memory of Pablo, but rather that of the old women with braided hair and knee length skirts, the fresh fruit sold in the streets, the colourful and noisy festivals, and the yellow grass on the hills, that made her take the job. She did drop Pablo an email, though, telling him she would be back, asking if they could meet up sometime, just for a coca tea and to chat about the old times. His answer arrived a few days later. He had some things to do in the capital just at the days around her arrival. If she told him the time and number of her flight, he could try to pick her up. He couldn't promise he would have time though. She wrote him the information he had requested, but did not get an answer anymore after that. * Waiting in line to get her passport stamped, Liz wondered if he would be there. Did she even want him to be there? She tried to recall his face, but couldn't. It was his eyes that she had remembered for the longest time – narrow and dark. But even those were gone. More waiting at the baggage claim, but finally her suitcase arrived – yes, a suit case. She was not a backpacker now. She was here to stay, she travelled with a suit case. It still felt strange, like it wasn't really her. When she had everything, and pushed the luggage cart towards the exit, handing out her customs declaration, she started feeling a bit nervous. If Pablo was there, what was that going to be like? It was bound to be awkward. Suddenly an image of him flashed through her mind after all: Pablo standing at the side of the street, waving after the leaving bus. The doors opened, and she stepped out into the hall. Behind a small barrier huge amounts of people waited for the new arrivals. She did not see him. Sighing she pushed the cart towards the exit that lead to the taxi stands. Then she heard her name. His voice caused her heart to beat strangely strong. Slowly Liz turned around. There he was, Pablo. He looked the same like two years ago, she realized, as he approached her. With every step he took another one of those long months without him seemed to dissolve. Then he stood right by her, smiling the way he had always smiled, a flower in his hand that he seemed to have forgotten about, because he didn't hand it to her. He leaned forward a bit, to greet her with that kiss on the cheek that was the common greeting between friends in this part of the world. She felt his skin brush her cheek, she caught a smell that reminded her of leaning her head against his chest at a bus ride long ago. And she could not help herself, it was just the most natural thing to do, it seemed: She turned her face more towards his, looking into those dark eyes, that were very close to hers now. For a few seconds both of them seemed to hold their breath, time seemed to stand still. Then, when their lips touched, it was as if that journey in the mini bus, on which she first realized she loved him, had really never ended. Two Years Ago Prologue Two years ago, my husband Scott took a job at a bank in Minneapolis, Minnesota. After working there for about six months, he came home to tell me that we had been invited to a Super Bowl party that one of his co-workers was throwing. Since Scott talked about John and it was clear they were becoming friends,I was interested in meeting him. When we arrived at John's house, his wife Jessica answered the door. She invited us in as John came up to greet us. I watched him walk up to Scott and extend his hand. I was surprised at how good looking he was. He was about six feet tall, two inches taller than Scott and about eight inches taller than me. He had a broad smile on his face when he turned to meet me. It was clear from the start that he had that special something that I so hard to describe, but easy to see. John wore a t-shirt that showed his well defined, broad shoulders that tapered down to a 32 inch waist. As he led us into the family room, I looked at him walking and had a thought I should not have had. Chapter 1 Since that Super Bowl party, I had been working hard on my master's degree through an on-line program at the University of Minnesota. In order to complete my degree I needed to take a comprehensive exam, an exam that would cover everything I had learned in the program. The problem was that Scott and I had moved to Austin, Texas in the interim. The school had certain requirements regarding where and when I could take the test, and I was having trouble finding a place that met them. And so finally, I decided it would be easier just to fly back to Minneapolis to take the test. Always on the lookout for ways to save money, Scott said he could talk to John to see if I could stay at their house. I agreed even as the naughty part of me flashed back to the way John looked at the party. Scott gave him a call the next day and told me that John and Jess would be happy to have me stay the night. I arranged my flight so that I arrived early on a Thursday evening. Jess was kind enough to pick me up from the airport and take me to their house. During the 45 minute drive, I confessed that I was starting to get tense about the test. It was scheduled for six hours the following day. And though I had been studying, I was still worried about not doing well. After two years of classes, I found it hard to believe that everything came down to a written exam. Fortunately, Jess was very supportive and encouraging. She said all the right things to make me feel better. When we got to the house, John was already there. He was in the kitchen cooking dinner. Before I could stop myself, I said, "Wow! Good looking and he can cook, too." I saw John smile at Jess as she said to me, "Let's not give him a bigger head than he already has. If you keep that up, he'll start telling you all the other ways he's wonderful." I couldn't believe I was thinking it, but I wondered if he might show me, too. John took me to the University the next morning, which was on his way to work. I was there by 8 a.m. By 2 p.m., I was done. I was sure I'd passed and I hoped I'd get a pretty good grade. But, honestly, it was such a relief to be done. I felt lighter, as if a physical weight had been lifted from me. So when Jess suggested we celebrate with a glass of wine after we got to their house, I was all for it. But as these stories often go, one glass of wine turned into two. By the time 5 o'clock had rolled around, I was feeling the effects. But I didn't care. I was celebrating and had nowhere to be until my flight the next morning. Jess and I ended up standing in the kitchen. I was leaning against one side of their u-shaped countertop and Jess stood on the opposite side. We were telling stories and laughing at things you only laugh at when you're a little buzzed. After a particularly good story, there was a lull in the conversation. I looked up at Jess who was looking at me. She titled her head to the right, paused for a second, and then asked, "Um...have you ever been with a woman before?" I was surprised at her suddenness but somehow not shocked. I had certainly thought about it many times. But it never actually happened. A part of my history (or my lack of history, really) that I then told Jess. She stood there silently for a few moments and then said, "Well, John and I sometimes like to invite women to share our bed. I mean, we don't do it a lot, and we haven't done it in a long time, but it was fun when we tried it." I stood there, not knowing what to say. I took a sip of my wine. As I brought the glass down from my mouth, I saw Jess start to walk slowly towards me. She put her glass of wine on the counter to my left. She grabbed my glass with her left hand and it put it down to my right. Then, she lifted her face towards mine and kissed me. I was surprised how soft her lips were. She kissed me once and then pulled back just a bit. Seeing that I was not objecting, she gently kissed me three more times. On the third kiss, I felt her lips open just a bit. I followed her lead. Soon, our tongues were touching. I kissed her with more excitement than I had felt in a long, long time. She pulled back again, so our faces were no more than 6 inches apart. And she asked, "So...are you interested?" I kissed her passionately again and said in a whisper, "Yes." Chapter 2 John came home about 6:30. We talked about my test and how I was so glad it was over. But the whole time I was wondering how this evening was going to unfold. Since I had never done this kind of thing before, I didn't know what to do or when to do it. I was so excited I could barely sit there. Jess saw my discomfort, but seemed no t to care. But when she gave me wink after John left the table, I knew it was about to happen. Jess said to John, "Honey, do you remember what we talked about last night?" John stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned around. "Yes." he said. "Well, Kathy is up for some fun if you are." A huge smile came across his face. It stayed there as he said that he was definitely interested. We made some small talk for a while as we ate dessert. But much to my relief, John finally asked, "Should we go upstairs?" Without waiting for an answer, he turned to go. Jess and I rose from our chairs and followed him to the master bedroom. As we got to the top of the stairs, I whispered to Jess, "Remember that I've never done this before. I'm not sure what to do." Jess answered, "Don't worry, I'll tell you." Chapter 3 After we entered the bedroom, I saw John standing by small ecru colored love seat. The bed was a king sized sleigh made of dark cherry wood. The armoire and dresser matched the bed. Jess turned to John and said, "I think I want you to just sit there for a while. I'd like Kathy all to myself for now." She came up to me and we kissed again. Our mouths parted as we kissed more deeply. My passion was growing, especially knowing that John was watching us. Jess' hands explored the outside of my clothes. She kept kissing me as her finger tips, starting at my neck, slowly moved down my body. She paused as her right hand touched the clothing covering my left breast. She traced circles as she moved towards my nipple. And though I was still fully clothed, I don't think I had ever been as turned on. Her hand kept going down. She lifted my shirt just slightly so she could caress that area just beneath the belly button. She then followed the top line of my jeans until she reached my hip. Her hand went down from there, along the outer seam. She kissed me one more time and then, without a word, began lifting my shirt over my head. She kissed the tops of each breast and then pulled down each bra strap, one at a time. With that she moved her hand inside the cup to feel me. Then she brought her lips to my right nipple and gently nibbled on it. While she did this, her hands moved to the button on my jeans. I looked over to John at that moment and he was staring at the both of us. He had pulled his cock out of his pants and was gently stroking it. I moaned out load at the thought of how naughty I was being. After Jess had finished helping me get undressed, I helped her do the same. She grabbed my hand and led me toward the bed. We both crawled onto the mattress when she said, "Lie down on your back." I did as I was told, knowing that John was watching every move I made. Jess put her knees between my legs and leaned forward so our chests were touching. She kissed my mouth and asked me if I was turned on. I could barely whisper yes. She kissed down my neck, down my chest, and down my stomach. She paused for just a second when she got to my pussy. She kissed my clit gently at first. But with each more passionate move she made, I moaned more loudly. She licked me all up and down until I was nearly incoherent. Then she asked, "Are you a bad girl?" "Yes!" I panted, "I am a very bad girl." "Do you like having your pussy licked?" "Yes. Oh, yes." "And do you like to suck cock?" "Yes." "Do you like it when a man comes in your mouth? "Yes. It makes me feel so naughty." "Then say it." Jess demanded. "Say what you are and what you like to do." As I began, Jess slowly moved her lips around my clit. I moaned, "I'm a very naughty girl. I like to suck cock. I love to suck cock. I love to have come in my mouth, on my lips. I'm such a bad girl." "Do you want to suck John's cock?" "Yes. I do." "Then ask." Still on my back, with Jess between my legs, I looked to my left and said, "John, I want to suck your cock. Will you please let me suck it? I want it in my mouth. I want your come in my mouth. Please, please let me suck it." And with the last word, Jess brought me to one of the most powerful orgasms I ever had. I lay there for a minute when I heard John's voice. "You're not done yet, you little slut. Get over here and suck me like the bad girl you are." I obediently got up, my knees still shaking from the pleasure I had just received. I walked over to John. He told me, "Get down on your knees, bad girl, and close your eyes." I did as he commanded. He then brought the tip of his penis to my mouth. "Lick it." he said. I did, and felt his slippery pre-cum on my tongue. And even though I had just been thoroughly satisfied, I suddenly felt horny all over again. He told me to lick all around his head and then down his shaft. He told me everything I was supposed to do, and I did it gladly. Soon, he sat down on the love seat. He put his right hand on the back of my head and pulled me down onto his cock. He told me he was going to fuck my mouth and that I was going to enjoy it. He never gave me a chance to respond. He just slowly moved my head forward and back. He told me to touch his balls with my hand. As soon as I started, he increased the pace. I gladly took his cock, knowing that Jess was watching me suck him hard. After just a few minutes of this, John announced he was about to cum. Then he said, "Don't swallow until I say. I want to see my cum in your mouth you nasty slut." And with that, he emptied himself, spasming three times as it filled my mouth. He stood up and told me to open wide. I did as I was told. He said, "Ooh, you are dirty and naughty. Look at you on your knees with my come in your mouth and your lips. Tell me what you are after you swallow my cum." I did what he told me and said "I am a naughty girl. I like cock. I like hard cock. I like to suck on hard cock. I like to be watched while I suck cock. I am dirty and naughty." "That is what I thought." I heard Jess say. "Now let's see if you can take care of me. Come over here." she said as she lay back on the bed. I felt almost like I was in a fog. My legs moved me forward to join Jess on the bed. I crawled between her legs as she had done mine. I kissed her and tried to do to her what she had done to me. She was moaning loudly and lifting her hips up so that her pussy moved to my mouth. I licked and sucked. I tried to repeat the things that made her moan the loudest. I never knew it could be so exciting to turn a woman on in this way. The sight of me with Jess must have gotten John excited again. For when Jess was saying how good it felt. I felt John get on the bed behind me. I was so glad when he did because I had wanted his hard cock in my pussy since the first time I met him. I reached between my legs and felt his cock inside of a ribbed condom. He asked me if I wanted him. I said, "Yes. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard. Please give me that cock. Please fuck my pussy." And with that, he guided himself into me. The sensation was extraordinary. The ribs on the condom were drawing my pussy lips out and it felt so good. I couldn't believe I was getting fucked while licking a pussy. It was a dream. It was a fantasy I had had, but dared never voice. I moved my head back down and continued to give attention to Jess's most sensitive parts. She moaned with each lick. I moaned with each thrust. Jess started getting louder and louder and moving more and more. She said she was going to come and pulled my face into her. I felt her shudder and twitch as I had shuddered and twitched about 20 minutes before. She pulled away from me and told John to fuck me hard. That I looked nasty getting fucked. I told her I loved being watched and she said she liked watching me. Soon, John came. He body shuddered as he pumped deep into me. It felt so good. I felt so full. He stayed inside of me for a minute and pulled out, my juices running down my leg. As he backed away, he said, "There is nothing sexier than a freshly fucked pussy. Especially on a girl as naughty as you." Two Years Later "Happy graduation Neil!" my mother said with a loving smile as she hugged me. It was hot out and the gown I was wearing didn't help. Thankfully, the cap was gone. I'd thrown it as far away from me as possible when the university president closed the ceremony. Hundreds of them flew as other students did the same. "Congratulations my son," dad added with a proud smile. He pulled me into one of his bear hugs. I squeezed back as I thought about my four years away from home. College had been fun, but honestly, I was looking forward to getting on with my life, particularly one aspect of it. "Your brother and sisters are so proud of you," mom said as dad and I broke apart. "They'll all be over for dinner with their families when you get home this weekend." "I can't wait," I smiled, pulling off my gown and handing it to mom. My family was the loud obnoxious kind. This weekend should be interesting to say the least, but I had something to do first. Mom and dad insisted on taking me out to dinner. It was enjoyable, but difficult to sit through. I wanted to be on the road. Hell, I needed to be, but I couldn't hurt them like that. Thankfully, the meal finally ended. "Thanks," I smiled as we walked out of the restaurant. "That was delicious." Mom slowed down at we moved toward the car. I knew what that meant. I slowed as well, letting dad walk ahead. "Neil, are you okay?" mom said softly. "You seemed preoccupied the whole meal." "Mom, I'm good. Really," I smiled, letting her know that it was true. "I've just been waiting for this day a long time." She looked into my eyes long and hard before finally nodding. We caught up to dad a few seconds later. I walked mom to her side of the car and opened the door for her. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and got in. I shut the door and she opened the window as I pulled my knapsack out of the back seat. "I'll see you both this weekend," I offered, but one look at dad and I knew escaping wasn't going to be that simple. "Are you sure you don't want to come home with us now?" he asked with a frown. "I mean, you're already packed up. We're taking the last of your stuff home with us. Where are you going to sleep?" "Dad, there's something I want to do first. I've got some clothes in my knapsack and enough money for a hotel if necessary," I answered. "Don't worry. I'll be home this weekend. I hope that's okay with you guys?" "That's fine. I'm making all of your favorites for dinner when you get home so make sure to bring your appetite," mom interjected before my dad could speak. He clearly would have preferred to know more of what was going on, but I wasn't willing to tell them. We weren't a family that typically kept secrets from each other, but this was just too weird to share. I'd made a promise to myself a little over two years ago and I intended to keep it, but that didn't mean I had to let everyone know of my lunacy. "Thanks mom," I said. She winked. Mom didn't have any idea what I was planning on doing, but she could tell it was important to me. That was enough for her. "We'll see you this weekend," dad said in surrender. "Don't be late." "I won't," I laughed, giving mom one last hug and kiss through the window. Dad reached over and squeezed my shoulder as I leaned in. I stood there afterward and watched their car as they finally drove away. I loved my parents, but I couldn't help sigh with relief once they were gone. Fifteen minutes later I was at the bus depot boarding one to a city ten or eleven hours away. I knew it was crazy, but so be it. Olivia was worth it. She wasn't expecting me and might not be particularly thrilled to see me. After all, I hadn't seen her in over two years. Yep, this was definitely crazy, but I had to at least try. ******** The bus pulled into the depot at around six in the morning. Thankfully, I'd slept the last few hours of the trip. I got off and took a deep breath of clean, fresh air. It felt great after being on the bus so long. Thankfully, there was a cab stand with cars waiting. I got in one and gave them the name of where I wanted to go. Twenty minutes later I was standing on the curb facing the largest hospital in the city. I'd heard it was one of the best in the country. I walked in with more than a little trepidation. "Good morning," I said with a smile at the information desk. "I'm looking for Doctor Olivia O'Mara. I believe that she's the Chief of Residents here." Olivia and I hadn't kept in touch by her request, but that didn't mean I didn't keep tabs on her over the years. Don't get me wrong. I'd lived my life and had my fun. Hell, I'd even gotten serious with a girl or two, but in the end I always broke up with them because there was something about Olivia that stayed with me. I needed to see her to see if it was something real or just some fond memories blown out of proportion. It took a bit of effort to find out that Olivia was working today, but that she wasn't scheduled to arrive for a couple of hours. I went to the cafeteria because I figured it was a good place to wait. I bought eggs, an English muffin and a cup of coffee despite not really being hungry. I should have been after the long bus ride, but I guess my nerves were getting to me. I was just finishing my coffee when I saw her. Olivia was paying for her tray of food and talking to two women behind her. They were clearly friends. I wasn't really surprised to see her arrive at work early. It fit her personality. I sat frozen for a few moments taking the sight of her in. She was in a white lab coat. It looked good on her. Olivia was a tall, thin strawberry blond with pale, freckled skin. She wasn't particularly curvy though she had a nice body. I felt my heart beat speed up as I looked at her. Olivia had soft brown eyes that were twinkling as she laughed at something one of her friends said. I swallowed with some difficulty as I watched her and then shook my head and smiled. Whatever it was between us was still there. I felt it just looking at her. The question was would she feel it as well? There was only one way to find out. I started to stand to make my way over when she glanced my way. There was an instant recognition, but no reaction. I had no idea how to take that. For a moment I thought she was going to ignore me and act like she didn't know who I was, but then she said something to her friends and walked toward me. Her friends gave me the once over before moving to a table and sitting. "Hello Neil," Olivia said as she stopped at my table still holding her tray. Her left hand was visible and I didn't quite smile in relief when I saw that she wasn't wearing any rings, but it was a close thing. "I can't believe we're bumping into each other here after all this time. I hope everything is okay." I couldn't tell if she was happy to see me or not. Frankly, the moment was more than a little awkward, but I refused to let it stop me from doing what I came here to do. "Hello Olivia. Everything is fine." I smiled as I stood. "It's good to see you." I followed that by kissing her cheek. I wanted to kiss her lips and probably would have, but this was her place of work and her friends were watching. Besides, I wasn't sure how she would take it. I'd never kissed her before. That didn't mean I didn't react. My lips touched her cheek and it was electric. I could smell her perfume and it brought back so many memories. "Are you here visiting a friend?" she said as I stepped back. Her cheeks were flushed ever so slightly. I saw her reaction and relaxed. She still felt it, that magical thing that seemed to tie us together from the first moment we met. Of course, I was certain she was denying it to herself, but that was okay. I'd deal with that soon enough. "Yes," I replied, sitting back down and pointing to the chair opposite me. "You." "Me?" she frowned as she sat. "After all this time, why?" "I graduated college yesterday and jumped on a bus as soon as I could," I answered, waiting to see if she would remember our last conversation and put two and two together. "You graduated yesterday," she repeated, trying to absorb my meaning. She then added as an afterthought, "Congratulations." "Thanks," I said, watching her reaction carefully. Olivia was clearly stunned by my revelation, but not unhappily so. At least, I didn't think so. "I don't understand," she said slowly. "Why visit me?" It was a fair question, but looking into her eyes I knew that she already knew the answer, even if she didn't want to admit it. "Sure you do," I argued gently. "It's just freaking you out." Our eyes locked for a few moments before she blushed and looked away. "You can't be serious," she said, shaking her head, still not quite believing. "We haven't even talked in three years and suddenly you appear out of nowhere." "That was the deal we made before we parted," I shrugged. "And it's been two years, not three." "You expect me to remember what was said that long ago?" Olivia asked, but despite that I thought she knew very well what I was talking about. "Let me remind you," I offered. "We met my sophomore year of college. I was picking up some spending money by waiting tables at Micky's, a local restaurant that you liked and used as an escape when you needed to get away from your studies. You were in your last year of attending a Medical school on the other side of town from my college. The restaurant was in the middle of town." "We spent the first semester that year doing some harmless flirting whenever you stopped in. That lasted until we got to talking more seriously one rainy day when I was just coming off shift and you arrived soaked to the gills." "That I remember," she admitted. "It was the end of January and just above freezing enough for it to be rain and not snow. My coat and shirt were saturated from the downpour and I was literally shivering. You took one look at me and pulled off the sweat-shirt you were wearing. You handed it to me without a word." "You know, I never did get that sweatshirt back," I joked. Olivia rolled her eyes in that way that always made me smile before continuing. "I went to the restroom to get changed and by the time I returned you were sitting at my usual table with a bowl of Micky's famous soup waiting for me. As you said earlier, we got to talking. We both enjoyed the conversation so much that we ordered some appetizers and continued as we waited for the worst of the storm to blow over." "We became friends of a sort after that," I smiled. "Occasionally you'd arrive around when I was getting off work and I'd sit with you. Toward the end of the school year our impromptu meals started happening more regularly. We would spend hours talking a couple of times a week." "And then out of the blue, you ruined it all by asked me out," she interjected. "I remember that too." "It seemed like the thing to do," I shrugged. "After all, we got along so well. Frankly, I knew more about you from our conversations then I ever knew about the girls I dated." "I did share an awful lot with you about my life," she admitted. "But you were always a good listener." "You too," I smiled, remember just how much about myself I told her. "I was surprised by how much I missed our conversations afterward," she added, causing my smile to disappear. "You know, they didn't have to end so abruptly," I said, shaking my head slightly. "All I did was ask you out and you pretty much freaked. You could have just said no." "Please!" she retorted. "First of all, you were all of nineteen and I was twenty five. There were six years between us." "You just turned twenty-five and I was a couple of weeks away from twenty," I argued. "That's five years, not six." "Same difference," she shrugged. "Besides, it was more than just the gap in our ages. You had two more years of being an undergraduate. I was done with medical school and moving here for my residency." "That was the reason you gave me on why we couldn't date, but that didn't mean we couldn't still talk." I was leaning on the table, trying to meet her eyes, but she refused to meet my gaze. Something was wrong, but that didn't stop me from taking her hands in mine and continuing. "You insisted that we stop meeting because it would only make things more difficult in an already complicated situation." "Exactly!" she interjected. "And I agreed to let you be," I said, finally catching her eyes in mine. "Until I was done with school. We'll, I'm finally done." "Neil, this is crazy!" Olivia let go of my hand, looked away and pushed her chair back from the table. I was sure I was right about something being wrong. It was obvious by the way she was reacting, but I couldn't figure out what it was. I still felt the connection between us and despite how she was acting, I knew she could too. Why was she trying to deny it? "You don't think I know that?" I asked, rubbing the slight bump on my nose. She saw and was obviously distracted by my action. I frowned and asked, "What?" "Nothing," she replied, but then added, "You always do that when you get embarrassed. You rub near the bridge of your nose." "Do I?" I asked, dropping my hand to the table. "Well, I guess I am a little embarrassed. I just traveled half a day by bus to find a girl I haven't seen in two years to tell her that despite the time, distance and insanity of it all, I still cared for her." "I'm too old for you," she said as if that mattered. "That was the excuse you used last time. It worked then, but not now," I insisted. "I'm done with school and I know what I want out of life, and I'd like you to be a part of it." She finally looked at me, but it was with an almost stunned silence for a few moments. I'm not really sure how I expected her to react, but it certainly wasn't what came next. "I should have agreed to go out with you back then," she said rather bluntly. "Maybe if we had this wouldn't have happened." "I don't agree," I argued. "In fact, I think that if we had gone out two years ago the only difference would be that we would have shared two more years of our lives." She looked at me and shook her head. "I clearly made a mistake," she sighed. "If I'd only known at the time. I was so tempted when you asked me out despite all the reasons why it would have been a mistake." "You were?" I asked, not bothering to hide my surprise. She didn't seem remotely interested at the time. Okay, maybe she was a little before I offered to take her out, but afterward? Certain not based on her reaction. "Of course I was," she answered, sounding somewhat exasperated. "Neil, I think maybe you've put me on some sort of pedestal or something. I'm just a normal girl with the same desires and inclination as all the rest. You were good looking, easy to talk to and a good friend. What girl wouldn't be tempted? I didn't turn you down because I wasn't interested. I turned you down because I was convinced that it could only end badly." "But this? This is worse," she added, shaking her head once more. "I should have gone out with you. We would have had our fling and you would have moved on." "Fling?" I snorted. "I don't think so." "Men!" she sighed. "Come on, admit it. You were twenty years old and in the middle of the 'college experience'. We would have slept together and that would have been the end of it." "Pardon?" I asked. I heard her words, but they were just too much of a shock to accept at face value. "I said, I should have slept with you," she repeated, knowing that was the part that had floored me. I couldn't even get her to give me a kiss two years ago and now she was telling me that she should have slept with me. "This way you could have gotten me out of your system and moved on." "It's not a matter of moving on," I said honestly, tired of hearing her say that. "I don't think you really understand how I feel about you. I dated other girls these last couple of years, but none of them made me feel the same way you do. And by the way, although I kind of wish you'd slept with me too, sex really isn't the point here." Her eyes met mine once more and for a moment I thought she understood, but then she looked away. "No, it isn't," she agreed, sounding even more serious than before. I swallowed with some difficulty. I had a feeling I knew what came next. "Neil, there's no easy way to tell you this. I should have mentioned it the moment I realized why you were here, but your appearance caught me completely off guard." "We can talk might-have-beens all day, but the reality is that two years have passed and we're not the same people we were." "Maybe not," I argued. "But what we shared, the conversation we had meant something. You can't deny that. And whatever this this is between us, I still feel it. So do you. All you need to do is admit it to yourself to give us a chance." "Neil, I'm sorry," she said sadly. "But you're missing the point. I've changed. My circumstances have changed." She paused for the barest moment before clearly steeling herself to say what came next. "Neil, I'm engaged. He's a doctor here at the hospital." "Oh," I said with surprising calm. I was heartbroken by the news, but I guess a part of me expected it by this point. "You weren't wearing a ring so I just assumed." "I don't wear it when I work," she explained. "It gets in the way." I didn't realize I was rubbing the bump on my nose again until I saw her watching me. Well, it's not like I didn't have a reason for my embarrassment. I'd traveled God knows how many miles to pour my heart out to a woman for whom I was at best a fond memory. "I'm sorry I bothered you," I said, starting to rise from my chair. "You didn't bother me," she said with a sad smile. "In fact, I'm flattered you came." "Um, goodbye." The only acceptable option I had left was to slink away as quickly as possible. I tried not to look at Olivia as I moved. That would only make it worse. "Good luck Neil," she called after me. "You too Olivia," I mumbled, feeling very melancholy as I left. I was suddenly exhausted. I exited the hospital in a bit of a daze. It's not like I really expected it to all work out in the end, at least not intellectually, but I guess somewhere deep down I hoped. The worst part was that I still felt very strongly for her, maybe even more so than when I last saw her. "Now what?" I asked myself. I needed to go home, but the idea of getting back on a bus right at that moment was too much. That's when I noticed the hotel across the street from the hospital. I moved toward it without thought. I got a room, hit up the mini fridge for two shots of whisky despite how much it cost and passed out in the bed, hoping everything would be better when I woke up. Ten hours later I opened my eyes and sighed. Things weren't better, but then again they weren't worse either. At least the initial sting of rejection was wearing off a little. I got out of bed and stretched. I checked the bus schedule on my cell phone and the next bus home was still a few hours away. It was a redeye. I had time to get something to eat and clean up. I decided food was the priority since I hadn't eaten since breakfast and I'd only picked at that. I still wasn't hungry, but I knew I needed to eat. There was a restaurant attached to the hotel. I walked in, sat and ate. I didn't really taste much of the meal. I was too depressed, but I finished everything on the plate. After that, I went back to my room. I was tempted to lie back down and sleep for another ten hours, but it was time to go home. The shower revived me enough to keep me moving. I began dressing because it was almost time to leave for my bus. I was just reaching for my shirt when there was a knock on the door. I frowned, grabbed my shirt and moved to the door. I looked through the peep hole to see who it was and was shocked by what I saw. My shirt was forgotten as I opened the door. Olivia stood there. Two Years Later Olivia was wearing a set of green hospital scrubs that oddly went well with her coloring. They were somewhat worn, but fit her nicely. The top was a V-neck and there was a slight tear at the bottom of the vee. It was also more faded than the bottoms. I doubt she's wear them at work based on their condition. They were probably a pair of her favorites that she refused to get rid of when the time came. Her hair was wet and tied back. I guess she took a shower at the hospital after getting off duty. As attractive as I found her this morning, this was far worse because she looked so much more like I remembered back in college. In fact, she'd put her hair up in exactly the same way that day she was caught in the rainstorm and I lent her my sweatshirt. "Don't get any ideas," she said quickly, seeing my expression. "I'm still engaged and the feelings we shared are the past, not the future." "Okay," I said, waiting to see where she was going with this all. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked into the silence that followed. I let go of the door and stepped back. That's when I noticed that she was wearing her engagement ring now. It was impressive. "Sure, come on in," I said and she did, but still she remained silent so I asked, "How did you know where I was?" "It didn't take much to realize that after the long bus trip and the disappointing news you received you'd probably want to sleep before going home. This hotel is right across the street from the hospital and we do a lot of business with them. A friend of mine in administration was able to confirm that you were here." Again we fell silent. This time I waited. Any hope I might have had in seeing her at my door was gone. Her first words made it clear that what I wanted wasn't going to happen. On the other hand she'd come to visit me, so clearly she had something she wanted to say. "Neil, I'm sorry I hurt you," she finally said. "I didn't mean to." "Olivia, it is what it is," I shrugged. "In the end, you have to follow your heart. If that means marrying this doctor, then so be it." "It does," she said without hesitation. For a moment I thought maybe she said it a little too fast, like maybe she was saying it more to convince herself, but I knew that was bullshit. I was done hoping for something that clearly wasn't going to happen. Olivia saw my expression and grimaced. "Sorry, but it does." "Fine, so then why are you here?" I asked, suddenly annoyed at her presence. "I mean, if it's really because you feel bad for hurting me, then I'm sorry, but your being here isn't helping." "Sorry," she repeated, much gentler this time. "Great, we're both sorry," I sighed, part of me wanting this conversation to end because it was so painful, but the rest of me wanting it to continue forever despite the pain because once it did end, Olivia would leave. "Honestly, I still can't quite believe you're here," she said, watching me as if waiting for something. I only wish I knew what it was. "Me neither," I sighed, leaning against the door. "But it's not like I had a choice. I had to come and see you. It just sucks that doing so only made it worse." "Made what worse?" she asked. "How I feel for you," I answered honestly. There was no point in lying and she had asked. I'd never really said it before and there was no point to it now, but I wanted to. No, I needed to so I took deep breath and added, "Olivia, you have to know how I feel about you. Isn't it obvious? I'm in love with you. I love you." She froze and stared at me even more intently than before. I didn't know how she was going to react once it sunk in, so I rushed to say the rest. "I have since that rainy day when we sat, ate and had our first real conversation. I know it doesn't make any sense. You shouldn't be able to fall in love that quickly, but I did." "I still think you're getting love confused with lust," she finally said, obviously trying to deny my feelings. "Seriously?" I sighed, hurt by her denial, but so be it. I didn't want to argue with her. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Believe what you want. I know what I feel." Olivia stared at me again for what felt like minutes, but probably was only a few more moments. She began pacing when she finally looked away from me, but she continued to glance my way every so often. Olivia didn't say anything as she moved back and forth, which was a bit maddening. I waited as patiently as I could for her to tell me what she needed to and go, but it seemed like an eternity. Eventually, I couldn't stand there like that anymore so I walked into the bathroom to grab my toothbrush and its case. I thrust the former into the latter and put them both into my knapsack which sat on the only chair in the room. I turned to find Olivia in front of one of the end tables next to the bed. She had an odd expression on her face, but still she remained silent. I grabbed my shirt off of the desk. "I have to go soon. I need to catch a bus," I said. I couldn't take the pain of seeing her so close and yet so completely unreachable any more. "Olivia, you should go. Good luck with your doctor. I honestly wish you all the happiness in the world. " I meant every word of it despite my sadness. Her eyes found mine. I'm not sure what she saw, but eventually she looked away and instead of leaving, she sat on the edge of my bed. "Neil, come sit next to me so we can talk." "About what?" I frowned, but I moved to the bed and sat. It was almost physically painful to be this close to her and not be able to touch her. I started to put on my shirt to distract me from my feelings, but Olivia stopped me. "Well, not talk really," she said, and suddenly we were kissing. To say I was stunned would have been a vast understatement. A part of me wanted to push her away angrily and maybe even call her some unkind things, but it was impossible. I cared for her too much to let this chance go. Okay, I loved her too much. I knew deep down that this wouldn't change anything, but I couldn't stop myself from enjoying the taste of her lips and the feel of her body crushed against mine. Our kisses grew in passion with each passing moment. Somewhere along the line I realized she was no longer wearing her engagement ring. I hadn't seen her remove it and I had no idea where it was, but I was thankful she wasn't wearing it. It would have been wrong on so many levels. Of course, it's not like what was happening was right in any sense of the word, but I couldn't convince my heart of that. Not with Olivia finally in my arms. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths and I lost myself in her embrace for a time. I'd kissed my fair share of girls in my life, but none of them got to me the way Olivia did. Her kisses reached deep inside of me. The love I felt for her burst free, so did my desire. They intertwined in ways I'd never imagined and my hunger for her took control. Olivia didn't have much of a chest to speak of, but the feel of her hard little nipples through her thin shirt and against my chest was so enticing that I wanted to pull off her top to feel them against my skin, but that would entail removing my lips from hers and I refused to do that. Instead, my hunger demanded that I reach for the V-neck collar of her top with both hands. I took hold where the slight rip was and pulled. It tore with surprising ease. Olivia eyes grew big. They were filled with surprise, but also desire. I pulled her shirt off her shoulders with both hands, forcing her arms behind her. I didn't take the torn top off all the way, at least not at first. I held her like that, kissing my way from her lips to her neck. Olivia turned her head to give me better access and moaned. I continued to kiss her neck for a few minutes, but I hadn't forgotten her breasts. Olivia gasped when my lips started traveling from her neck to the slight swells below. I glanced up at her and saw her eyes burning with her own need as I kissed her small, soft, perfect breasts. Olivia gasped even louder when I finally took one of her nipples with my mouth. It was both firm and inviting. It only took a moment to realize how much I loved the taste of it. Olivia clearly enjoyed what I was doing as well because she moaned gently every so often. I kissed, licked and sucked her nipple until her moans grew in frequency and volume. I then switched nipples and gave it the same attention as I had the first. "Oh Neil!" she panting heavily as I savaged her chest. I continued to hold her shirt off her shoulders making it impossible for her to move her arms. "You have no idea how many times I'm dreamed of you doing exactly this!" I was perpendicular to her so the side of my head was close to her mouth as she spoke. The feel of her breath on my ear sent shivers through me. Olivia sensed my reaction. She brushed my earlobe with her tongue and blew more hot air into it. It was my turn to moan. "You like the way that feels, don't you?" she whispered excitedly, running her tongue along the ridge of my ear and letting her breath drive me wild. "Well then, I bet you'll love this!" Her tongue slipped into my ear. I don't know why, but it felt amazing! Not to be outdone, I refocused on driving her crazy. We both could only stand so much of teasing each other with our mouths. It wasn't long before I pulled free of Olivia's nipple and moved back to her lips. The former action caused her to groan in disappointment, but the latter found her mouth waiting and more than willing. I finally let go of her shirt and we fell into the bed, our hands caressing each other's bodies. We stayed like that and kissed for so long that my lips became tender. That's when I sat up, taking Olivia with me. I reached out and pushed her shirt all the way off. It was quickly followed by her pants. Olivia hadn't been wearing a bra, but she did have on panties. They quickly followed the rest of her clothes. Her hands didn't remain idle while I undressed her. She was working at removing my clothes with just as much need. It wasn't long before we were both naked. I wanted to take my time and appreciate her body, but my need was too strong. I grabbed Olivia and rolled on top of her. Our lips met and somehow our kisses grew even more passionate than before. I could feel her hand grasp my cock. Clearly, I wasn't the only one in need. Olivia directed my hardness to her center and rubbed it up and down the length of her opening. The head quickly became wet with her juices. She moaned into my mouth and held my cock steady at her entrance. I knew what she wanted and I wanted it even more. I pushed into Olivia slowly, but with constant pressure. I stopped kissing her so I could watch her face as I entered her. Her eyes opened and locked with mine. They flashed with lust and desire as her breathing became even more strained. Olivia couldn't stop herself from moaning again as I pushed further into her. I was just about all the way in her when her eyes grew big and her breath caught. I knew what that meant. I shoved the last of my cock deep inside of her and hit bottom. She cried out and came. Olivia thrashed under me for quite some time, her pussy throbbing around my stiffness. Frankly, the sight and feel of her was almost enough to make me cum too, but I fought off my orgasm. I waited until she was done and then ever so slowly started moving in and out of her. She didn't react at first, but eventually she reached up and pulled my lips back to hers. Our kisses grew more and more passionate as her body started to respond once again. The problem was that at this point my need was far greater than hers. I fought myself as best as I could, but it wasn't long before I was slamming into her. Olivia might not have been ready for her second orgasm yet, but that didn't mean she wasn't responding. I slid and out of her with ease. There was just enough friction to make it enjoyable. Olivia knew I was close and clearly she wanted to help me over the edge. Her kisses traveled from my lips, to my neck and then to my ear. She was the first girl to ever find my weakness. Frankly, I had no idea I had it until she did, but in the moment that didn't matter in the least. "Your turn!" she whispered sexily, her breath sending shivers through me. I thrust into her one last time so hard that our bodies crashed together. I started cumming inside of her and didn't stop until her pussy was so overfilled that each thrust pulled as much of my cum out as I was putting in. "Wow!" she murmured into my ear as I shuddered in release over her. "That was something else." It got to the point where I could no longer hold myself over her so despite not wanting to pull out of her yet, I rolled off and ended up on my back fighting for my breath. Olivia's hand found my cock and milked whatever cum was left, not that there was much. She had her head resting on my shoulder as she squeezed and stroked me gently. I turned my head, lifted her chin and kissed her despite my exhaustion. It started out gentle, but by this time Olivia was ready again so her lips were demanding. I couldn't deny them. It didn't take long for my passion to grow. Eventually, even my cock began to harden again. As soon as it did, she climbed on top of me and straddled my hips. Olivia was sitting up and looking down at me with a sultry smile. She had a slight sheen of sweat on her skin. She removed the tie holding her hair up and shook it out. It was still damn, though some of it might have been from the passion we shared. Her body was just as amazing as I remembered despite the years that had passed. Sure, she didn't have much of a chest, but looking up at her that was beside the point. Olivia was beautiful. Frankly, I was certain in that moment that I'd never meet anyone as perfect. "Someone is clearly ready again," she said contently as I grew even harder. Olivia reached under herself and took hold of my cock. She shifted her hips until I was once again lined up with her center. "Like I have a choice!" I groaned as she slowly began settled down on my cock. The slowness was clearly an attempt to tease me. It worked, but I couldn't take it for long. I reached out, grabbed her hips and pulled them down hard causing her to gasp out as my full length buried inside of her. "Fuck!" she cried. "That feels so good!" That was the first time I'd ever heard her curse. It made me smile. I didn't let go of her hips, but instead of pulling them down I held them steady as I started thrusting up into her. She absolutely loved the feeling. "Keep that up and I'm going to cum again!" she moaned. "Soon!" "Do it!" I demanded. "Cum for me!" "Fuck! Too soon!" she cried as her release took her. This time I could enjoy the weight of her on my chest as I held her through the throes of her orgasm. My cock and hips were soaked with her juices by the time she was done. Olivia became dead weight on top of me, not that I minded. I refused to let her roll off of me. I liked the feel of her where she was, especially considering that my now rock hard cock was still buried deep inside of her. I lay still for a while letting her recoup. Eventually, I started rubbing her back and shoulders. That made her moan, but it was in contentment and not desire. I was tempted to say something, but I didn't want the moment to end and I was sure anything I said would do exactly that. Olivia was engaged to another man. I had no idea why she decided to give herself to me, but right now I didn't care. My hands slipped from her back to her ass. I kneaded the muscles there for a few minutes and that seemed to revive her. "Wow, that feels surprisingly good," she said as she lifted her head from my shoulder and met my gaze. She was wearing an odd expression. I didn't recognize it, but it hurt to see it because it reminded me of just how much I loved her. "You know," I said slowly. "If this is an attempt to get you out of my system like you joked earlier, you're failing miserably." "It's not that," she said seriously. I thought she was going to continue, but stopped herself for some reason. Instead she grinned, squeezed down on my cock which was still buried inside of her and added playfully, "Although I do hate failing at things. Maybe I'll just have to try harder and do better." "That's the problem," I groaned. "Every moment with you is better than the last!" Olivia's only response was to lean down with that odd expression of hers that caused my heart to do summersaults and kiss me. I knew my time with her was growing short, but I refused to think about anything other than the fact that she was here with me now. Tomorrow was another day, but in this moment I was with the woman I loved doing what we both wanted and needed. I began rubbing her ass with more strength, using deeper strokes. This caused her kisses to grow even more passionate. It wasn't long before her hips started moving almost of their own accord. Her pussy, which had never fully cooled down became wet and steamy once more. "Neil, I don't know why what you're doing feels so good, but it does!" she whispered in my ear, breathing heavily. "I guess that makes us even!" I panted, using both hands to pull apart her ass cheek and squeeze. "You mean for this?" she asked, but I knew she already knew the answer because she nibbled on my earlobe briefly before slipping her tongue along the edge of my ear. "Fuck!" I cried. "Stop that! You're going to make me lose it!" "But it's your turn," she whispered, her hot breath driving me crazy. She was clearly hell bent on making me orgasm again. "I want to cum with you this time!" I argued. "Next time," she whispered with a grin. I groaned, knowing I was lost. I didn't know what got to me more, the feel of her breath and tongue on my ear or the feel of her pussy surrounding my steel-like cock, trying to melt it with her heat, but it didn't matter in the end. Together, they were more than enough to drive me to the brink and over. Still, I wanted her to cum with me so I fought my orgasm and increased the pressure of my massaging. Olivia's ass wasn't particularly large, but it was tight and firm. My fingers slipped between her cheeks as I rubbed and one finger brushed again the opening there. I felt Olivia jolt in reaction. Her pussy grew even hotter and her kisses more passionate. I didn't think about what I was doing. I'd never really done much more than rub a girl's ass before, but I'd found one of Olivia's weaknesses and I was going to use it to speed up her orgasm so that we could cum together. I could care less that it involved her ass. "Don't!" Olivia panted into my ear as I rubbed around the entrance to her ass. There was little or no give there currently, but I knew that would change soon. "I want you to cum with me!" I said, rubbing harder. "But...but..." she tried to get out, but she couldn't form a full thought, not with one of my fingers pushing against the resistance. That didn't stop her lips from blowing in my ear. "Get ready!" I groaned, circling the entrance to her ass. "I'm so close!" "Me too!" she cried, no longer focused on what my fingers were doing between her ass cheeks other than to enjoy it. I continued pushing against her opening and suddenly it gave, allowing the tip of my finger to sink inside. That's all it took. "Yes!" she gasped attacking my ear and shuddered as her orgasm took her. "Oh fuck!" I cried, thrusting up into her and coming yet again. This time it was different though. This time we were doing it together. I swear, for a few moments during our joined orgasm it felt like there was only one of us. I can't explain it better than that. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony like they were controlled by one mind. It was the longest and most fulfilling orgasm of my life. I didn't need to ask Olivia to know it was the same for her. Two Years Later Yet, the moment couldn't last forever. We separated eventually as we came back to ourselves. Olivia was once again dead weight on my chest, only this time she gently began snoring. She'd either passed out or instantly fallen asleep, call it whatever you wanted. I wasn't far behind her. ********** I woke up to find Olivia sleeping next to me. She was still snoring gently and her mass of strawberry blond hair was tangled. She looked adorable. I smiled down at her as I sat up, convinced that this was what Heaven would feel like. Of course, the feeling didn't last. Reality ruined it. I remembered that Olivia had made it clear upon visiting that she was going to marry her doctor. I wanted to think that what we shared the night before had changed all that, but I was done hoping for the crazy and impossible. I was just a guy who graduated college a few days ago. I didn't even have a job yet. She was a woman six years older than me who had a fiancé and a career in medicine. Sure, we had chemistry, but there was more to a life together than that. Wasn't there? Okay, so we had a lot in common despite our differences. We'd talked enough in the past to know that. Our family lives were surprisingly similar and we wanted many of the same things out of life, or at least we did back then. Could she have changed that much since? "Well, she is here asleep in your bed," I sighed to myself as I shook my head and stood. "That's different." Frankly, the more I thought about it the more it shook me. I couldn't picture the Olivia I remembered planning to marry one guy and sleeping with another. It just didn't fit the picture of her I had in my head, which meant the picture wasn't real. Damn. I grabbed my knapsack, went to the bathroom and took another quick shower. The hot water felt good, but it didn't help with the thoughts bouncing around in my head. I pulled out my toothbrush and my last set of clean clothes when I was done. I use the former and put on the latter before stuffing the toothbrush back in my knapsack along with my dirty clothes. I left the bathroom just as confused as I was when I went in. That's when I saw it. Olivia had placed her engagement ring on the small end table next to the phone the night before. Seeing it somehow helped clear my head. I turned toward the bed and smiled sadly at the sight of Olivia still sleeping there. It was a sight I would remember forever. I didn't want to ruin the memory of what we shared the night before by waking her, but I couldn't just disappear either. I walked to the desk avoiding looking at the engagement ring on the end table only a few feet away. I found a pen and pad and sat. I had no idea what I was going to write, but the moment I put pen to the pad the words came. The note was brief, but said what it needed to say...what I needed to say. I told her I loved her and always would, but that I understood she didn't feel the same. I wished her the best and said goodbye. What more could I say? I stood and left the note on the end table on the opposite side from the ring. The piece of paper looked sad in comparison. So be it. I couldn't stop myself from taking one last look at Olivia before I went. I paused by the door and fought back the emotions that suddenly sprung to the forefront. A part of me wanted to rush to the bed, wake Olivia up and announce my undying love for her, but that would never do. Hell, for all intents and purposed I'd already done that the night before. I opened the door as quietly as I could. It was still pretty noisy, but Olivia was a deep sleeper. I went to the lobby and paid for the room with the bulk of the cash I had remaining and told them not to bother the person inside until normal checkout time. I had just enough left to pay for the cab to the depot and the bus trip home. I checked the bus schedule on my cell phone during the cab ride and frowned. It was a still pretty early, but I had a long way to go before I was home. The next bus was scheduled to leave in a half an hour and I was relieved to see that it would get me home in time for the family dinner I promised my parents I wouldn't miss, not that I was looking forward to it. Frankly, I was well on my way to a deep depression and I knew it, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. The trip home was a couple of hours longer than the trip there since my college was closer than home. I tried not to dwell on Olivia, but failed for most of the trip. At one point I was able to sleep for a few hours, but it didn't last. I had to switch buses and when we stopped I used the facilities, but didn't buy any food. I was too broke at the moment. I had my bank card on me, but I'd pretty much tapped the account dry before coming here. That would quickly be resolved once I got home. I had plenty of money in my savings account. It just wasn't in the same bank. Thankfully, pop did well enough and insisted on paying for my college so I had most of what I earned over the years. My siblings like to tease me about it. Thoughts of my family made me smile despite everything. I didn't have a job yet, but that was more by choice than anything else. My father wanted me to go out and find work in some big company for the experience and I planned on doing that eventually, but I talked to my brother frequently enough to know that the family business could use me. It was growing too fast for pop and Lenny to handle by themselves. They needed someone to step in and handle the office and the finances. That meshed well with my skillset. The trick was going to be to get dad to hire me. He could be stubborn at times. That's why I hadn't bothered looking for a job. I figured he'd have to hire me if I was unemployed, or at least I hoped. You never knew with pop. Thoughts of Olivia continued to pop into my head and I knew I'd have to try and deal with them eventually, but it was too soon. The wound was too raw. The hard part was going to be hiding how upset I was from my family. I was pretty sure I'd fail, but I had to try. I got off the bus tired, depressed and in desperate need of a shower and some food, not necessarily in that order. My oldest sister Maggie was waiting for me in response to a message I left on her cell. She grinned when she saw my state. "Don't you just love traveling by bus?" she grinned. "It's really not worth it," I sighed, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Hey, it was your choice," she laughed. "You could have taken a plane. It's not like you don't have the money saved up. I think you still have the first dollar pop paid you when you were twelve and started working for him." "I couldn't pass up the student discount that the bus line offered," I said, laughing in embarrassment. "This is the first and last time I'll ever get to use it." That's when I noticed that I was rubbing the bump on my nose once again and felt a sharp pain as I remembered. I stopped laughing instantly. "What's wrong?" Maggie asked as we moved toward her car. Maggie was medium sized with long dark hair. She had two adorable boys and an ex-husband who disappeared one day with some bullshit reason about getting married too young. She worked at the family business so thankfully, money wasn't an issue. Frankly, her joining the company was at least half of the reason for its growth. The girl was a natural born sales and marketing guru. "Nothing," I replied, moving my hand to my side. "I'm just exhausted. It was a long trip." "Speaking of which," she said she got in her car. I opened the back door and dumped my knapsack before getting in the passenger side. "Are you finally going to tell us where you went?" "Probably not," I admitted. "At least not right now." Maggie looked ready to argue, but she didn't say anything at first. Instead, she just looked at me carefully and then sighed. "Obviously, it had to do with a girl," she said as she pulled away from the curb. "And whatever it was, it didn't go well." "Drop it," I half insisted and half begged. Maggie was too damn good at reading people. It was one of the reasons why she was so good at her job. "For now," she finally agreed. "But you need to talk to someone and I'm here." "There's not much to say," I replied evasively. "If you say so," my sister replied, clearly not believing me. The bus depot was about twenty minutes from home. Maggie tried to start a conversation once or twice in the first few minutes, but I was too distracted with thoughts of Olivia to hold up my end. We fell silent for about ten minutes, my sister occasionally glancing my way in concern. "You're right, there was a girl and it didn't go well," I finally admitted into the silence. That's all I planned on saying, but when Maggie didn't comment I found myself slowly beginning to tell her what happened. I told her about how Olivia and met back in college. I told her of our conversations and what happened when I finally asked her out. I explained how I decided to look her up now over two years later. I described our conversations at the hospital and in the hotel room later in detail. It wasn't hard as I'd been replaying both in my head over and over again all day. I even told my sister what happened in the hotel room and how I left in the morning. I guess she was right. I really did need to talk to someone. "The sex was that good?" my sister asked in my family's blunt way when I was done. I hadn't gotten into specifics, but I guess she could tell from the way I was talking. "You have no idea," I sighed. "She made a joke when I first told her I cared for her. She said that she should have slept with me back in college so that I would have moved on." "Really?" my sister asked in surprise. "How did you react?" "I denied it. What else was I supposed to do?" I asked in frustration. "So, is that why she slept with you last night?" "I actually asked her that in the middle of it all," I answered, looking down at my hands. "She started to deny it, but then joked about it instead. Frankly, I'm not sure." "Well, that's quite a story," Maggie said with a thoughtful expression. We drove in silence briefly as she absorbed what I said. I waited. I knew she'd have an opinion and not be shy about voicing it. That pretty much described everyone in my immediate family. The quiet lasted only two lights. At that point, my oldest sister, whose opinion I valued highly, let me know what she was thinking. It was quite a shock. "I want to be mad at this Olivia and I guess I am because she hurt you, but you were a complete ass for dropping all that on her out of the blue. What the hell were you thinking?" "What?" I nearly stuttered. "Let's look at it from her viewpoint," my sister continued. "She's chief resident at a major hospital. Her life is doubtlessly just starting to settle down after years of school and stressing over grades and probably money. She found someone with the same career who cares enough for her to ask her to marry him. She cares enough for him to say yes. In short, her life is moving along nicely when suddenly a guy she hasn't seen in over two years shows up out of the blue and tells her he loves her. Are you serious?" "If she loved me it wouldn't have matter," I shrugged. "Little brother, you're one of the brightest guys I know, but sometimes you can be a complete dunce." Maggie wasn't the type to pull punches and I typically liked that about her, but this time she was being unfair. I tried to tell her that, but she cut me off. "If she didn't have feelings for you then it wouldn't have mattered. She would have blown you off and that would have been the end of it." "But not only didn't she blow you off, but instead she actually spent the time and effort to track you down at the hotel," my sister continued. "That means she cares." "Or maybe she just wanted one last fling," I threw out. My sister actually looked at me in disgust. "I don't even know this girl, but frankly, right at this moment you don't deserve her," she retorted, making a turn a little too sharply. "You're right, you don't know her!" I snapped. "How do you know I'm not right?" "The answer to that question is easy," Maggie said offhandedly as her eyes scanned the road. "Because I know you. There's no way you would fall for a girl like that as hard as you've clearly fallen for this Olivia." "The whole thing is crazy," I sighed, my anger disappearing. "People change." "Not usually that much," my sister argued. "Maggie, she walked into my hotel room and wearing an impressive rock on her finger. The first thing she made sure I understood was that she was going to marry the doctor," I explained. "She said it more than once." "As if maybe she was trying to convince herself?" my sister asked pointedly. "I don't think so," I said, but the possibility was there. In fact, I remembered thinking exactly that for a moment when she first made her intentions clear. "Wait, are you saying she slept with you while wearing an engagement ring from another man?" my sister asked as if it mattered. She was frowning. "No, she took it off before that." My answer smoothed the creases on my sister's forehead for some reason. She thought for a moment before asking her next question. "Did you do or say anything that might have changed her mind about marrying the doctor between when she arrived and when you two slept together?" We were in mom and dad's neighborhood now. We'd been home in a few more minutes. "No," I said confidently. "Nothing at all?" my sister prompted. I thought for a moment and then shrugged. "Well, that was when I told her that I loved her," I admitted. "But it didn't mean anything to her." Maggie jammed on the breaks so hard that the car jerked to a stop in the middle of the street. She looked at me like I was from a different planet. She hadn't been going that fast and the car behind her had plenty of room to stop, but he beeped his horn at my sister's antics and whipped around us on the wrong side of the street. My sister ignored his crude gesture and remained focused on me. "Let me get this straight," she finally said. "You told a girl you loved her and she proceeded to take off her engagement ring and sleep with you, and then fall asleep next to you for the entire night and you think what you said had nothing to do with it?" "It wasn't like that," I said, but Maggie didn't bother replying. She just took her foot off the brake and let the car move forward again. The last few minutes of the trip went in a blur. I sat there replaying everything that happened with Olivia through my head over and over again. Could Maggie be right? I still wasn't sure by the time we reached our parents' house, but the one thing I did know was that if my sister was right, then I'd made a terrible mistake by leaving that hotel room without talking to Olivia. My parents' street was extremely busy which was odd. I almost didn't notice, but as my sister pulled into the driveway I recognized one of the cars in front of a neighbor's house. "That isn't Uncle Freddy's car is it?" I groaned, turning to my sister and adding, "Please tell me mom and dad aren't throwing me a surprise graduation party." "Well, you are the first college graduate in the family," Maggie shrugged. "I got knocked up before I finished my first year of school and Lenny went to work with dad right out of high school. Arlene joined a band and moved to Seattle to try and make it big. Mom and Dad are just excited one of us finally graduated." "Jesus Christ," I sighed. "I am so not in the mood for this." I reached for the door handle, but Maggie stopped me. "Neil, you really screwed things up with this Olivia girl," she said, looking at me in a way that let me know she was serious. "The only thing worse than blind siding her with your visit after all that time was chickening out and bailing on her before she woke up. It's your life, but my opinion is that you need to find that girl and talk to her. You need to find out one way or the other what she feels." "She told me how she felt," I replied, unable to forget how I hurt I was when she made it clear she was marrying the doctor. "Men!" my sister snapped and then took a deep breath and let it out before adding, "Look, you have to listen with more than your ears. It not what she said, it's what she did. Besides, it sounds like the only talking she did was before you told her you loved her. That was before she gave herself to you last night. I'm telling you, what happened was more than just sex for her." "You think?" I asked, still not quite believing. "I know," Maggie said confidently. "If you're right," I said slowly. "Then I may have completely blown it be leaving. She may never forgive me. What should I do?" "That's easy," my sister said with a smile. "You're going to go into the house and do you best to make mom and dad feel good about throwing the party for you. After that you're going to sleep for twelve hours at least." "And then?" I asked. "Well, at that point you're either going to work ridiculously hard at trying to forget this Olivia and most likely fail based on what I'm seeing, or you're going to bite the bullet and buy a plane ticket back to wherever she is and go see her. I wouldn't suggest the former. There are worse things than being turned down, like not knowing." "I'm not so sure. Let me think about it," I sighed. Maggie frowned at me again, but then shrugged to herself. "Like I said, it's your life, but I want you to be happy little brother. Don't be afraid to go after what you want." "It worked out so well the first time," I said sarcastically. I tried to smile, but I'm sure it was far too sad to pass muster. It probably looked more like a grimace. "I don't know," my older sister grinned. "It got you laid, and from what you're saying it was the best sex of your life." "It also got me a broken heart," I retorted. "I think the jury's still out on that," she said calmly. "Unless of course you wimp out again and don't go to see her." "Enough!" I snapped, but I wasn't really angry. I was just frustrated. ********** I'd like to say the party was fun and people did seem to have a good time, but honestly I would rather have been anywhere else. I tried to hide it, but my immediately family wasn't buying it. It was obvious that mom knew something was up. Dad might have been too busy dealing with our guests to catch on, but I doubt it. Lenny and Arlene on the other hand kept asking me what was wrong, but I kept denying that there was anything bothering me. Toward the end of the party I noticed that all three of my sibling had suddenly disappeared. I frowned, having a bad feeling. I made my way to the kitchen and found them there. Clearly, Lenny and Arlene had cornered my older sister there. They all looked startled when I walked in, but it was Maggie's guilty expression that hit home the hardest. "Great," I sighed. "So the big secret of where I've been for the last day or so is out." "Did you really chase down a girl you hadn't seen in three years?" Lenny asked. "Two, but yes," I answered. "In fact, I found her, made a fool of myself and then slunk away in shame." Maggie clearly wanted to disagree, but she remained silent for the moment. "That sucks," my brother said, shaking his head and going to the refrigerator. He pulled out four beers and handed each of us one. "Are you okay?" Arlene asked. "No, but I will be," I answered honestly. This time Maggie started to say something, but she stopped when we were interrupted. Two of my aunts walked into the kitchen with some empty platters. The party wasn't quite over yet, but I guess my aunts thought they'd help clean up a little before it ended. "Let's go outside," Maggie said, opening the sliding door. I sighed to myself and followed the others outside. Two Years Later I thought we would sit on the deck, but Lenny led us down the stairs off to the side. I nodded in understanding when I saw the old fire pit set up and prepped to go. "Okay, what do you want to know?" I asked. It was none of their business, but I was too tired to argue. Besides, the truth was that maybe it was their business at least a little. After all, they were family and they loved me. "Take it from the top," my brother Lenny answered as he went to the fire pit and used the long handled lighter he grabbed before leaving the house. "From the very beginning. I want to hear all about this girl who stole your heart." "Why?" I asked. "I'm sure Maggie gave you all the highlights by now anyway." "Stop stalling. Spill it!" Arlene put in after taking a long pull from her beer. Her outfit was a bit out there as was her hair, but that was my little sister for you. She saw my reaction to her words and added, "Look, I'm sorry you're hurting, but this is the first serious crush you've ever had and I want to hear all about it. We all do." "You know," she continued as we sat around the slowly building fire. "I almost didn't make it home today for your party, but at the last minute I changed my plans because something told me I needed to be here. I'm almost certain that this is why." That sounded so much like Arlene that I actually smiled. "Only you would change your plans and travel thousands of miles last minute because of a feeling," I snorted. "Says the man who took a bus half way across the country to chase down a girl after two years," Maggie put in pointedly. "It's not the same thing," I argued, losing my smile. "My decision wasn't last minute." "Whatever," my older sister said, not so much agreeing as not wanting to argue. "Just tell them what happened." "Okay," I sighed. "But I'm going to give them the short version. I'm too tired for the long one." I spent the next few minutes talking. Frankly, I spent more time sharing what Maggie told me in the car on the way home then I did on what actually happened. "Maggie's right," Arlene said as once I was done talking. "You blew it big time. You're doomed." "Thanks," I said, shaking my head. "That helps a lot." "Hey, I'm just calling it like I see it," Arlene shrugged. "I'm not so sure it's as black and white as you make it sound," Lenny said thoughtfully. "In fact..." 'And they're off!' I thought, not quite shaking my head. I loved my siblings, but they could be a trial at times. It didn't take long for the lines to be drawn. Maggie and Arlene felt I'd made the biggest mistake of my life by leaving before talking to Olivia one last time, but Maggie thought I still had a chance while Arlene insisted I'd crashed and burned so hard that there was no hope. Lenny seemed to think that I'd made the right choice to begin with by slipping out. I remained silent and just listened. I quickly realized that the whole discussion was pretty pointless. They were just voicing the same arguments that were bouncing around in my head and had been since I left Olivia at the hotel. I got out of my chair and tended the fire while they continued to argue. I faded out of the conversation for a while and let my mind drift. It didn't help. Eventually, I ended up back in my chair listening to them once more until I finally had enough. They were repeating themselves. "Look," my brother was saying. "We really don't know this girl. You can't be sure that her sleeping with Neil was anything more than just sex." "And I'm telling you that Neil couldn't fall for a girl like that in the first place!" Maggie snapped back. Arlene looked ready to throw in as soon as our older siblings took a long enough breath for her to interject her thoughts. "Enough!" I snapped loudly, having finally had more than my fill of this conversation. "I love you all, but enough!" They instantly fell silent. I'm sure it wasn't because I yelled. In our family yelling didn't amount to much. Everyone did it, except maybe mom and even she had been known to get loud upon occasion. No, it had to be something in my tone. "First off," I sighed when I had their attention. "I think Maggie's right. Olivia isn't like that. I let my cowardice confuse my judgment, but after Olivia shut me down cold at the hospital I didn't want to put myself out there again. It hurt too much. I'm still not sure why last night happened, but I should have stuck it out and found out for sure." I heard the sliding door to the house open. I could hear my mom talking to someone, but I was too focused on my own thoughts to pay much attention. "And second," I added, before one of them could interrupt. "If Maggie and Arlene are right and Olivia does care for me as much as I hope she does, then I'm betting Arlene is also correct about Olivia's reaction to my leaving." "I blew it 'big time' as our little sister insists, but tomorrow I'm going to make my way back to Olivia and see what happens. Honestly, after everything that's occurred I figure that there no chance in hell it will work out in the end, but I have to try." "Um Neil," I heard my mother say from the top of the stairs, obviously aware that she'd interrupted something. It was difficult to see her in the dim light because I'd been staring into the fire so I stood and began walking toward her. "A friend of yours stopped by and wanted to say hi." As soon as I got close enough to recognize who it was I froze in place. "Olivia," I said softly. That got my siblings attention. They all stood and moved next to me. They obviously wanted a look at the woman I was so crazy about. Their blatant staring would have been embarrassing if I wasn't so completely stunned. "Olivia?" Arlene asked, looking back and forth between us. I nodded as mom and Olivia came down the stairs toward us. Mom had obviously caught the end of our conversation because she looked at Olivia in a totally different light. I remember seeing the same expression on her face when she met Marie, Lenny's wife, only in this case it might not end up half as well. "You're here," I said, swallowing with some difficultly. "Why?" "Because you're wrong," Olivia replied succinctly, ignoring my family for the moment. "There's a chance in hell we might end up together, but probably only one, and not a particularly good one at that, so don't blow it." I guess mom wasn't the only one who overheard the end of the conversation. Still, Olivia looked angry and I didn't blame her, but that didn't stop me from smiling. She was here. "Don't think that smile of yours is going to help," Olivia added. "I'm still trying to decide if I should forgive you. I'm only here because you left before we said everything that needed to be said. In fact, before we get started, you owe me an apology." She was right and I knew it. "Wow!" Arlene interjected. Her eyes were big as she said yet again, "I'm so glad I made it home for this." "I'm sorry," I said to Olivia, ignoring my sister's interruption. "I thought at the time it was the right thing to do for both of us, but I should have had more faith." I meant every word, but I was afraid she wouldn't believe me. Her eyes never left mine. "Do you have any idea how I felt when I woke up to find you gone?" she asked. My mother's eyebrows went up at this, but she remained silent. Mom was always the smartest one in the family. "Frankly, I wouldn't be here if you hadn't left me that note." "Note? What note?" Maggie interjected. I would have ignored her as well, but she stepped in front of me, blocking my view of Olivia. I frowned for a moment and decided the best way to get her out of the way was to answer her question. "I left a note explaining how I felt," I answered. "And of all things, you decided to leave that part out?" Arlene interjected, now standing next to Maggie. "There didn't seem any point in telling you about it," I shrugged, annoyed at the interruption and only half paying attention to my siblings. Maggie and Arlene shared a look and then shook their heads in unison. "Men!" Maggie snapped, sounding very much like she did during our trip back from the bus depot. "If I'd known you left a mushy note then I would have agreed with Maggie from the beginning about you still having a chance," Arlene added, clearly exasperated for some reason. "How could you not tell us about that?" "Look, we can talk later," I sighed. "Maybe you guys can give Olivia and me a little privacy?" "Little brother, you have a lot to learn," Maggie sighed before turning to Olivia, smiling and adding, "Good luck. You're going to need it with him. He's a great guy, but Neil can be a little slow when it comes to some things." I looked to my only brother for help. Lenny took one look at my expression and laughed. "You two have to come over for dinner tomorrow after you sort things out. Marie is going to insist on hearing the whole story from the beginning." So much for brotherly support. "Alright you three," my mother interjected. "You've had your fun, now let's leave these two to talk things out." "Nice meeting you," Arlene said to Olivia, still grinning. She turned to me and added, "By the way, have I mentioned how happy I am that I made it home for your graduation party? There's probably a song in this somewhere for my band. I bet it will be our break out song!" I thought she was joking, but with Arlene you never knew. "Little brother, whatever you do, don't wimp out this time," my older sister said in a conspiratorial whisper that Olivia could obviously hear. "I have a good feeling about you two." She then turned to Olivia and kissed her on the check, adding, "It was a pleasure meeting you." Okay, at this point the shock of Olivia's appearance had dulled just enough for the embarrassment to kick in. That's why I fought hard not to cringe when it became Lenny's turn to leave. He had a tendency of finding the most embarrassing things to say. Sadly, he didn't disappoint me. "Welcome to the family!" Lenny grinned, walking over and kissing Olivia on the other cheek. "I have to go find Marie!" I'm sure I was bright red by this time, but Olivia didn't seem bothered by any of what my siblings said. In fact, although her eyes were still locked on mine, I could see that her lips were fighting not to curve up. I was relieved to see she was amused by everyone reaction and not upset. Of course, she fought letting it show since now clearly wasn't the time to laugh. "Olivia, there's a guest room upstairs, first door on the right," mom offered. "You'll be sleeping there tonight no matter what you two decide. It wouldn't be right for you to try and find a hotel this time of the night." "Thanks," Olivia said, but still her eyes stayed on me. My mother smiled and nodded to herself before following my siblings up the stairs and onto the deck. Olivia waited until we were alone before adding, "What are the odds that all four of them are standing just out of view waiting to see what happens." "Six of them," I corrected. "By now, someone went and got my father and Marie. And I'd say the odds were pretty high." "Damn near one hundred percent!" Lenny called from on top of the deck. You could hear my sisters shushing him. That was the last straw. Despite the seriousness of the situation we both started laughing. The release in tension was a gift in its way. "It's actually probably just my brother and sisters. Let's go sit on the far side of the fire," I said to Olivia, and then faced the deck and called, "And you three go inside!" "Now see what you did!" Arlene's snapped at Lenny. I was betting my older brother would be getting quite an earful for his little joke from both my sisters. "Let's," Olivia said with a shake of her head, but she was still smiling. We moved around the fire and I heard the door to the deck open and close. I placed another log into the fire pit to keep it burning bright. Olivia was sitting in one of the chairs and I moved next to her. I caught myself grinning and shook my head. Just being near her like this made me feel better and more alive, but nothing was settled yet despite my siblings' antics. 'Please God,' I thought. 'Please don't let me screw this up!' "I like your family," she said into the uncomfortable silence that followed. "They're very much like you described." "Wait until you get to know then better," I sighed. She smiled and shook her head, but didn't say anything else. I knew she was waiting for me to broach the subject of us. I also knew what I wanted to say, but that didn't make it any easier. Instead of blurting out how I felt about her I took a deep breath and added, "I see you're not wearing your engagement ring." She didn't respond at first and it felt like my heart stopped beating as I waited for her to explain. I lot depended on the next few minutes. Olivia didn't sound particularly convinced that we were meant to be together and that scared me because after the day I had I knew just how much I needed her in my life. My only saving grace was the fact that she was here. I kept focusing on what my older sister said on the trip back from the bus depot. I needed to listen with more than just my ears. It's not just what Olivia says, it's what she does. Following me this far said a lot. "Two years." Olivia's voice was calm, but I could feel the emotions behind it. "You show up out of the blue after more than two years. That was quite a shock. I was pretty much in a daze that entire day. People at work thought I was ill." "Yeah, sorry about that," I said, rubbing the bump on my nose briefly. "I thought it would be better to approach you at work rather than home. I figured it would be less threatening if you thought I was crazy or didn't remember me." "Didn't remember you?" she asked, not bothering to hide her dismay, but then she took a deep breath, let it out slowly and continued talking about my visit to the hospital. "I tried to get past the shock of seeing you all day, but I couldn't do it. We never did anything more than talk back in school, but there were so many good memories from that time and they kept popping into my head no matter how hard I tried to forget. " I felt my heart start to begin to beat again as she talked. Her words were finally starting to match her actions. She clearly still cared for me. The question now was, was it enough? "I can imagine," I said with a shake of my head. "I was the one who surprised you and I was pretty much overwhelmed when I saw you. It must have been far worse for you." "You have no idea," she replied, looking into the fire. "I refused to accept what I was feeling. Yet, despite that somewhere in the middle of the day I started tracking you down. I told myself it was to apologize for hurting you, but the truth was that I just wanted to see you again." "I was so nervous when I finally decided to visit you at the hotel that I was distracted when I walked into my last patient's room. One of the nurses had just finished giving him a sponge bath and somehow I knocked the water onto myself. My top was soaked and the water wasn't particular clean so I took a shower after my shift was over." I was watching her as she spoke. Olivia's skin glowed in the firelight and her eyes reflected the light beautifully. I reached out and took her hand. She let me, but still didn't look at me. She clearly needed to tell me everything that happened which was good because I wanted to hear it all. "The only clothes I had in my locker were an old, favorite pair of scrubs," she continued. "Speaking of which, don't expect me to return that sweat shirt you gave me back in college. Think of it as payment for my scrubs top." "You still have the sweatshirt?" I asked in surprise. And yes, I was rubbing the bridge of my nose in embarrassment as I remembered what I did to her top. In answer, she unzipped her coat. Olivia was wearing my sweatshirt. It was clearly well worn. I grinned happily. She almost smiled in return, but instead rolled her eyes and became serious once more. "I wanted to go home, change, fix my makeup and redo my hair before visiting you in the hotel, but I knew I'd never go through with it if I did. Besides, I was just going to check on you. What I was wearing shouldn't have mattered, at least that's what I told myself. " "Still, I was a little embarrassed looking as bad as I did, but then I saw the way you were looked at me when you opened the door and I knew it didn't matter to you." "That's not quite true," I offered. "I actually liked the way you looked. It reminded me of that day you came into the restaurant soaking wet and I gave you that sweatshirt." "Did it?" she asked rhetorically. This time she did smile, at least briefly before going back to her story. "Seeing your emotions in your expression was too much for me at the time," she continued. "My own were so confused that I panicked. That's why I blurted out that I was still marrying David." "The doctor," I sighed. "Yes, the doctor," she said, letting out a sigh of my own. "David is a good man and didn't deserve what I did to him. He also didn't take my returning his ring this morning well." "You returned his ring?" I asked, surprised for some reason despite her being here. "What choice did I have?" she replied. I was elated by the news, but now wasn't the time to show it. This David guy was someone Olivia clearly cared for and wasn't happy about hurting. "What do you mean?" I asked. Sure, I was pretty certain I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear her say it. Olivia let go of my hand and stood. I quickly followed her up, but gave her some space. "I mean, I almost had myself convinced last night that my visiting you was a mistake, but then you went and told me you loved me. Worse, I believed you." "Was that so bad?" I asked. "Bad? No," she replied. "But shocking? Definitely! It forced me to reevaluate what I was feeling. Actually, it forced me to reevaluate the direction my life was taking." "And?" I prompted. She knew what I was doing. I could tell when she looked at me and shook her head. She didn't answer me directly, at least not at first. "Do you think I kept every sweatshirt some random guy gave me?" she asked. "I admit that I didn't date a lot growing up because I was pretty focused on my school work, but it's not like I didn't date at all. I'd go out with a guy for a few weeks or months and then it would end. Except, you and I never really dated. We just met and talked, and each time we did, it felt more and more right." "Then why did you turn me down when I asked you out?" I asked, honestly curious. "I could say it was the age difference or the fact that I was moving away for my residency the next semester. I could say a lot of things that would be true, but they all boiled down to one simple fact. I was afraid," she admitted. Olivia smiled at me once more as she added, "But don't think for a moment that you were the only one who regretted my decision, especially as time passed. I never did find anyone I could talk to the way I did you." "Not even David?" "Not even David," she answered. "He was a good man who treated me well, but he wasn't you. It's not his fault, but being with you just feels better. Everything with you is better." "Everything?" I couldn't help asking. Olivia shook her head and refused to answer, but the blush that followed said it all. I started to reach for her, but she stepped away. "So there I was pacing in your hotel room trying to come to grips with everything," she said, going back to her story. "And then you went into the bathroom. I knew that when you returned you'd be leaving if I didn't do something." "I think I made the decision subconsciously before I did consciously," she added, looking into the fire once more. "I took off David's ring and put it on the end table. You came back into the room and I knew it was decision time. I could pick up the ring and leave, or I could leave it on the end table and stay with you." Two Years Later "I'm glad you made the choice you did," I offered with a warm smile. "It should have been a more difficult decision considering," she said, shaking her head slightly. "But when push came to shove, it wasn't." I reached for again and this time refused to let her slip away. I held Olivia in my arms and kissed her gently. She returned it in kind and then sighed afterward as we broke apart. "Tell me the rest of it," I said, letting her go because I knew it would be easier for her to continue that way. Olivia needed to tell me about how she felt in the morning when she woke up and I wasn't there. I didn't want to hear this part because I knew it would be painful for her, but I was the one who caused it. Besides, I loved Olivia and that meant being there for her and sharing everything, even her pain. "I woke up feeling completely content for the first time in my life," she said slowly. "It lasted only a few moments because it didn't take long to realize you were gone." I tried to apologize yet again, but she placed her fingers over my lips, silencing me. "I got up and went into the shower, crying rather embarrassingly," she added. "I stayed there for quite some time, but eventually I had to leave so I got out, got dressed and tried to get control of my emotions." Despite the pain she was obviously remembering she suddenly smiled. "By the way, the next time you rip my shirt from me, you better be sure I have another one available to put on the next morning," she said, sounding more than a little annoyed. "I had to pin the pieces together as best I could and put the shirt on backwards before I snuck out of the hotel." "I make no promises," I joked. "Jerk!" she snapped before adding, "And did you have to rip my second favorite lounge around top?" "Second favorite?" I asked. She grabbed the collar of my sweatshirt she was wearing and held it up enough for me to realize which was her favorite. I smiled contently. That didn't stop me from teasing her some more. "Maybe you should label the ones that I can rip and the one I can't?" I asked. "Maybe I will," she suddenly laughed. "Feel better?" I asked after she was done. I knew the laughter was just a release from all the emotions she was feeling. "Yes," she said, knowing I understood. She then sighed and went back to her story. "I finished piecing together my top and dressing as best I could before moving to the end table to pick up David's ring," she said somberly. "Despite your leaving I knew I had to break my engagement off and return the ring to him. I wasn't looking forward to doing it and honestly, it went just as badly as I expected." "Sorry," I said, earning a sad shrug. "It had to be done," she replied. "If anyone is to blame, it's me. I shouldn't have agreed to marry him in the first place, but it just seemed the natural next step in my life. In the end, it's all for the better. I didn't love him, not really so it would have ended badly eventually." I didn't comment. Frankly, there was nothing I could say to make it better for her so instead I lent my support by placing a hand on her shoulder. She reached up and squeezed it. "As I reached for the ring I finally saw your note and I picked it up instead," she said, her eyes welling up in tears for the first time. "I read it through twice before I let myself react. At first, I was so relieved that I actually cried again. After that? Well oddly enough, I wasn't mad at you when I woke up and you were gone, but after I saw the note? I was fit to be tied. I said more curses in the next few minutes than I'd every used in my life before this morning." "I can imagine," I laughed. "Imagine?" she snorted. "If I think about how I felt this morning much longer you're going to hear them all over again!" "We can't have that!" I laughed, pulling her into another kiss. She rested her head on my shoulder as she told me the rest. "I went home after the hotel, but only long enough to call someone to cover my hours this weekend, change, grab some clothes and throw them into an overnight bag and get reservations on a plane." "I stopped by David's on my way to the airport to give him back his ring," she said, clearly not wanting to dwell on that any longer than she needed to at this point. "I spent half the flight getting madder and madder at you for leaving and the other half being afraid that despite your note, you really didn't want me in your life." "I do," I said, kissing her head. "I figured that out when I overheard the end of what you were telling you brother and sisters," she said, wiping her tear streaked eyes on my shirt. "Remind me to apologize to your mother later. I was a little to blunt when I first arrived." "Don't worry about it," I smiled. "She's used to it. It's a family trait we all picked up from my father." "You're poor mother." I couldn't help it. I laughed. That made her frown and add, "By the way, I'm still mad at you for leaving this morning." "Be mad tomorrow. Tonight is a time for celebrating." "Your graduation?" she teased. "Our love." That brought her up short for a moment, but then she smiled once more. "And what makes you think I love you?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. She was clearly joking, but still... "It's not 'think' really," I said a little more seriously. "It's hope. You see, I love you very much. You're not loving me back would put a damper on the plans I'm making for the rest of our lives." "The rest of our lives?" she asked. "And then some!" I retorted. She smiled again and shook her head. "And how exactly are those plans going to deal with the fact that we live so far away from each other? Or that I'm six years older than you?" "Five years," I corrected. "And don't bother me with the minor details. I'm just coming up with the big picture plans. The little stuff we can work out when the time comes." "Big picture plans?" she asked. "You know, marriage, kids eventually and living happily ever after." "Oh, those big picture plans," she said, nestling her face deeper into my shoulder. "Yes, those," I said more gently, hugging her tight briefly before adding, "Of course, I can stop making them if you don't love me since there would be no point." She lifted her head from my shoulder and looked at me with a loving smile. "I can't believe I'm going to say this less than forty eight hours after seeing you in over two years, but feel free to plan away," she said, kissing me. Her expression was more serious when we broke apart. "Neil, logical or not, I do love you. I love you very much, and I have from the moment you gave me this sweatshirt." Her hand brushed the collar lovingly once more before we kissed again, only this time it lasted a long time. I'm not sure when it might have ended if we were left to ourselves, but with my family that wasn't going to happen. "Well, are you two going to spend all night out there necking or do I get to meet the woman everyone inside is talking about? The one who seems to hold my younger son's heart?" my father called from the deck. "Oh, this is going to be fun," I sighed as we pulled back from each other reluctantly. Olivia laughed. "Don't worry," she teased, just loud enough for me to hear. "I'm sure that we'll find some time this weekend to be alone so I can play with your ears." "Well," I replied, rubbing the bridge of my nose briefly. "I can only hope." Of course, as I said this I let my free hand slip down her back. I brushed it against her ass. Olivia understood me better than anyone else in the world. She knew my action wasn't innocent in any sense of the word. I could tell because I knew her just as well. Okay, her blushing rather badly helped. That didn't stop her from replying. "Oh, you can do more than hope," she smiled sexily, despite her embarrassment. "Well?" my father cried from the deck. "Olivia!" my brother called loudly. He was obviously with my father. Hell, probably my whole family was on the deck waiting. Hopefully it would be just my immediately family, but I wasn't willing to bet on it. "Don't you want to make a good first impression on your future father?" Olivia looked at me and shook her head in amazement. "Hey, you were the one who said you liked my family," I laughed briefly. She took a step or two toward the deck, but I pulled her back and looked deep into her eyes. "Not that he's wrong." Olivia shook her head, but didn't deny it. Instead, we shared one last kiss and I took her hand and led her to the deck, my family and our future together. Two Years Make a Difference This was inspired by Anego, a Japanese drama. * They truly loved drinking together. Kurt glanced at Nancy sideways. She's kind of tipsy, he can tell. She even removed her heels and was now standing barefoot beside the bar. "Nancy, I think you've had enough beer for today. You might get a hangover tomorrow if you continue this. Let me take you home now, okay?" he asked. Nancy looked up at the handsome face of a man 11 years her junior. "He's still too young for me but he's the only one who has been able to take good care of me," she thought. She stood on the tip of her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Kurt, did you believe what that old man said earlier? That we'll get married?" He stiffened a little. "You're the one who rejected my proposal, Nancy. We would have been married for quite some time already if you hadn't chickened out," he replied with the confidence of a 23 year-old yuppie, arching his left eyebrow and tapping the tip of her nose lightly with his right index finger. "Maybe I was waiting for you to grow up," she teased. "Oh, I'm all grown up, Nancy. You just might not be able to handle me anymore," he answered cockily. "Really? Wanna put your money where your mouth is?" she challenged. He wrapped his arms around her waist and flattened her body against his. Nancy could now feel how their bantering affected Kurt. Growling softly into her ear, he said, "I'll put my mouth anywhere you want me to." Nancy stared at Kurt's lips. They were wet. She remembered that he had a habit of tracing them with his tongue. She knew they were soft and eager to please. He wasn't a good kisser back then, when they still worked in the same office. However, his enthusiasm always made up for his lack of experience. His kisses never left any doubt of his desire for her. Noticing Nancy's eyes on his mouth, Kurt reflexively ran his tongue over his lips. "Are you interested, or not?" he asked her point blank. Not finding a good excuse to remain coy especially when confronted with a more mature and aggressive Kurt, Nancy hugged him and replied, "Definitely." Getting the green light, Kurt paid their bill, hailed a taxi and got them in Nancy's apartment in the blink of an eye. He also had her naked on her back in her bed shortly. He had gotten good in unbuttoning, unhooking and unzipping. Nancy got hot thinking of how she will benefit from Kurt's newfound dexterity. At the moment, however, she was distracted by his eyes on her crotch which was covered by a skimpy pair of sheer black panties. Kurt had been looking contemplatively at her panties for quite some time that she almost felt compelled to speak up. When she was about to ask him if something was wrong, she felt his teeth latch on to the waistband of her panties. He dragged them down her waist, baring her pubis. He nuzzled her pussy and breathed deeply, groaning, "I love your perfume, Nancy." Pulling her panties off of her completely, Kurt proceeded to gently part her legs and lightly massaged her inner thighs. Her desire was already liquefying from his ministrations. Noticing the subtle movements of her hips, Kurt placed tiny kisses along her thighs, moving upwards until he reached her pussy. He paused and said, "Tell me what you want me to do, Nancy. Would you like to feel my tongue on you?" She nodded. "I want to hear you say it. Ask me to lick you off," he urged. "Please, Kurt," was all she managed to say. "That's not enough. You have to say the words or we'll get nowhere," he threatened. Feeling his hot breath on her pubis almost drove Nancy to the brink of her sanity. "Oh, please, Kurt, fuck my pussy with your tongue," she gasped. Grinning evilly, Kurt replied, "I'll do as the lady wishes provided that she watches me do it." "What?" moaned Nancy. She can't quite reconcile this dominant man promising her cunnilingus under certain conditions with the boy who was too eager to follow her every order two years ago. "You heard me," he said coolly but his eyes were filled with heat. "O-okay," she stammered. She stacked three pillows under her head to raise it so she can see him down there. The next sounds that emanated from her mouth were moans of gratitude as Kurt began to exhibit the agility of his tongue. He started by tracing the outline of the lips of her pussy with the tip of his tongue. He then parted the lips with his fingers, revealing the deep pinkness of her womanhood. His tongue collected the wetness that gathered in each crevice, each fold of her cunt with relish, causing more liquid to flow out of her hole. Seeing the lascivious actions of Kurt's tongue made the heat in her core intensify. She was hoping he'd finally get to her clit but it seemed Kurt was deliberately avoiding it... or can't find it? She was about to direct him when his tongue darted on the perfect spot. There, right there. His tongue grazed her hardened clit one, two, three, four, fiiiiiiiive times then his soft, full lips latched onto it, sucking. Nancy was going out of her mind with the sharp arrows of pure, undiluted pleasure shooting of her clit. She tunneled her fingers in Kurt's hair and held onto him for the erotic ride. Hearing her moans and noticing how her hands tightened on his hair, Kurt pushed three fingers in her very wet canal and separately moved them inside her, creating squishing sounds. The assault on the inside and outside of her pussy was too much for Nancy. Closing her eyes against the blinding light of her orgasm, she let go of a scream as she reached the zenith. The sensation of her inner muscles squeezing his fingers which were still buried inside her as she came tested Kurt's control. He used his free hand to unfasten his belt, unzip his slacks and free his hard cock from the confinement of his clothes. Nancy's heartbeat had not yet slowed down when she had become capable of opening her eyes once again. She saw Kurt's erection bobbing against the edge of his crumpled white long-sleeved shirt as he pushed his pants off his legs. She also noticed the urgency in his actions. When her eyes met his, she read his intent. "Kurt, I—I'm not ready for another round," she said. "Let me hold you first, okay?" she asked as she tried to reach for his shaft. "Too late. I must have you now," he groaned. He withdrew his fingers from her pussy, flipped her unto her stomach and spread her legs wider. Kurt lowered his mouth to her cunt and invaded her hole with his tongue. He pushed his tongue in and rolled it around her canal. "Uungh," moaned Nancy as the movements of his tongue caused lust to spike anew from deep inside her. While lapping at the wetness leaking out of her pussy, Kurt's fingers caressed her clit. "Kurt, what are you waiting for?" asked Nancy as she tried to fight another wave of orgasm. Chuckling at her impatience, Kurt let go of her pussy and took hold of his cock, aiming it at the entrance to her womanhood. "Let me just look for a condom, dear," he said. "No need. I'm on the pill. I want to feel your bare skin inside me," she replied. She raised herself on her knees and held on to the headboard of her bed. "Just do it now, please!" she demanded, looking back at him. Not wanting to prolong her misery, Kurt inserted his penis inside her cunt. She pushed her hips against his as he continued to bury his cock inside her. "Oooh, it's been so long, Nancy. You feel better than I remember," he said, voice raspy, against her ear. Gripping her hips with both of his hands, he started moving in and out of her. She tightened her grip on the headboard and countered his actions. She was very wet and their movements caused sounds to emanate from the place where they were joined. Hearing the lewd sounds embarrassed Nancy but they also intensified her hunger. Her breath hitched as Kurt's right hand caressed her breasts. Rolling her right nipple with his fingers, Kurt confessed in her ear, "I kinda wish you weren't on the pill so that I can make you pregnant, Nancy." He kissed her nape, her shoulder, the points along her backbone. "If you get pregnant, you'll have to marry me and you'll be mine forever," he continued. Incoherent with the fiery desire consuming her, Nancy reached for Kurt with her right hand and they kissed over her shoulder. The tempo of his hips speeded up. Nancy lowered her head on the bed to raise her hips to enable him to drive his cock in her deeper, harder. Nancy couldn't help making noises as the feel of Kurt's erection hitting the portal to her womb caused heat all over her body to intensify. She's climbing towards orgasm. Feeling his teeth nip the right side of her waist was too much for her and she reached the peak, crying out as the fever in her blood caused her body to burst in flames. The tightening of her cunt around his cock pushed Kurt to the zenith and he joined her in orgasm. Exhausted, the pair slumped on the bed, still joined. After a few moments, Kurt withdrew from her and disentangled their limbs. He lay down on the bed and reached for her, placed her head against his shoulder while he wrapped his arms around her. "Did you mean what you said?" she asked. He didn't pretend not to know what she she's talking about. "Yes," he answered, hoping that she didn't realize how vulnerable he felt right now. She raised herself from the bed and leaned over him. Looking deep into his eyes, Nancy inquired, "Are you sure?" "I am," he replied. "I've loved you from the time you revived me with water," he continued, referring to their first date when he became unconscious from a blow on his head during a rugby game. Holding her face with both his hands, he asked, "Will you marry me, Nancy? I will try to make you happy every day of our lives together." Nancy can clearly see the emotions in his eyes -- his sincerity, his fear of rejection, but most of all, his love for her. She felt like she had finally located what she was looking for after searching for so many years. "Yes," she said, laughing and crying at the same time, and threw her arms around him. Her lips met his and they shared a kiss that tasted of a love that will last a lifetime. "Now, about those babies..." uttered Kurt as he ran his hands over her hips. Two Years of Sin Ch. 01 Prequel From the outside it looked like a nice upper middle class home, but in reality it was a studio for shooting porn. We, meaning my sister and I, were sitting on a huge white couch. My sister was wearing only a pair of red boy cut panties and a matching bra. She was wearing a bit more makeup than I was used to seeing her wear. With her shoulder length blond hair she still had that girl next door look, but the look was starting to edge toward slutty girl next door. I was wearing jeans over a pair of boxer briefs and a T-shirt. In a semi circle around the front of the couch was lighting equipment, umbrella reflectors, sound equipment, and couple video monitors. There were also a few technicians, mainly a sound guy, 2 movie camera guys, and still camera guy. And then there was Synn Sin, who sat out of the way, she was the girl I thought I was going to be fucking all by myself in a scene. There was no girl next door quality to Synn at all. Her hair was dyed pink and cut in a Betty Paige style. She had a nose ring going through her right nostril. She had another ring going around lower right lip. A small gold chain connected the two rings. Thick mascara outlined her blue eyes. Her eye shadow was black. Her lipstick was glossy pink. Of course, her tongue was pierced. She had large hoop earrings and had a black studded collar around her neck. There was jewelry hanging from her navel. She was heavily tattooed, but most attention getting were the words tattooed boldly above her panty line, FUCK MY PUSSY. If a picture was needed for the entry 'slut' in a dictionary the picture would be one of Synn. It was only a few minutes earlier that I found out that my sister was going to be in the scene also. To think that fucking a girl with ones sister along side to help would be a incredibly life changing would be true is one thing, but to know that this experience was to lead to even more incredible changes was another thing altogether. As exciting as this moment was I had no clue that this was the beginning of a roller coaster two years. Chad Lexington entered the room like a roman general in a celebrating a triumph. He was a star of porn's pioneering days of the seventies and a true woodsman. He fought court battles and did time in jail and in the end became one the heroes of the porn industry. Now he was a porn director. He always had a small entourage with him on the set and he was the parody of the egoistical porn director. He just didn't know it. He came in wearing white slacks, an Hawaiian shirt, a pair of shades, and a white stetson on his head. A woman with an incredible rack, who I later learned was Chad's third and at the time, his current wife, was taking notes. There was another guy with him, Mike, who was his bodyguard/gopher. When they, the entourage, were entering Mike was carrying Chad's Directors chair. Chad greeted everyone and then sat down in his Directors chair. He then began a short speech. "Okay, this scene is going to be a bit unusual. I realize this is not an incest film, but since you are both brother and sister I need to talk a bit about the law concerning incest. Basically the law in this state is no sexual intercourse between blood relatives. The trick is, what is the definition of sexual intercourse. I have some experience with prosecutors. They will try to define sexual intercourse as broadly as possible. I want to make it hard for prosecutors. So Robert, what I mean is wait until you get home to pop your sister's pussy." Chad: So lets get started. Why don't you two introduce yourselves. Penny: Hi, I'm Penny and this handsome guy is my brother.... Robert: Robert. Chad: And you two are here to fuck? Penny: Well, (giggle) not each other. We're going to fuck another girl. (giggle) (camera zooms in on Penny) Chad: Okay Penny, what are you giggling about? Penny: (giggle) I'm sorry. I gotta control myself. Anyhow, Robert didn't know until we got here that we were going to fuck a girl together. He was under the impression we were going to fuck in separate scenes. (camera zooms out so Penny and Robert are seen sitting together on a couch) Chad: Does that make you nervous, Robert? Robert: Yeah. I guess so. Chad: I understand, Robert, this is your first porn shoot? (Robert nods a yes) Chad: And Penny, how long have you been doing porn? Penny: A little over two years. Chad: And in those two years you've gained a reputation not only for your beautiful ass and tits, but you are one of the nastiest talking sluts in the industry. I must admit you also give the sloppiest blowjobs I have ever seen on film or anywhere else. Do bad we won't get to see your cock sucking skills today. Penny: (giggles) Chad: Robert, have you seen any of Penny's scenes? Robert: Seeings how she's my sister I have avoided them. So the answer is no. (Penny reaches over and holds Roberts hand) Chad: So how does it feel knowing you are about to do a scene with her? Does it turn you on? Penny: Be honest. Robert: It does a little bit. Penny: A little bit? Shit, I bet you're hard already. Is your cock hard? (Robert averts his eyes and nods yes) (Penny looks at Robert) Penny: When we get home I want you to watch some of my scenes. Chad: Thats right you live together. Don't you? Penny: Yes, but we have our own bedrooms, if thats where you are leading. Chad: Do you see each other in buff at home. Penny: (Penny covers her mouth with hand and giggles) No. Maybe after today it won't matter. Chad: You seem to be really getting turned on. Penny: My pussy is really fucking wet. Chad: Maybe we should bring in the other girl before things get out of hand. (The camera zooms back further so that the whole couch is now in view) (The clicking of high heels are heard just before Synn walks into view) Chad: Ah, sit down between them. Why don't you tell us your name. Synn: My name's Synn. Chad: And what are you doing here to do today? Synn: I'm here to get fucked. I'm here to suck cock, eat pussy, and get my ass and pussy pounded. Chad: You and Penny have done scenes together before? (Synn rubs Penny's leg and nods a yes) Synn: She's fuckin hot. Chad: What do think about doing Penny and brother at the same time? Synn: I think thats fuckin hot, too. I love her. She's such a fuckin whore. I want to eat her pussy while her brother fucks me. (Synn begins to rub Robert's crotch) Synn: Do want to watch me eat your sister's pussy. (Synn tugs on the zipper to Robert's jeans and pulls out his cock) Synn: I wanna suck this cock a bit first. The Act The rules set between me and Penny were no penetration by finger, tongue, or dick to any orifice belonging to Penny. Supposedly if we followed this rule there would be no incest. Now, with Synn kneeling between my legs with my cock in her mouth and my sister's hands pushing the back of Synn's head down further making her gag on my cock head, making spit fly out any open space between my cock and Synn's pink lips and gug gug sounds coming out of Synn's mouth I wasn't so sure that we were not already committing incest. I looked over at the monitor just as Synn came up for air. Strings of saliva arched from Synn's lower lip to my hard slippery cock. There was even saliva hanging from the chain that hung between Synn's nose and lip. Penny was now on her knees next to Synn getting a close up view. Penny spoke directly into Synn's ear. "You like sucking my brother's cock, bitch. You nasty cock sucking whore. You should see the way you are drooling slut." "Fuck yeah, I love sucking this cock." Just inches from my cock Penny and Synn's lips met, their tongues exploring each others mouths. "Mmm, can you taste your brothers cock on my lips." The girls pulled each others tops off. Penny begins to suck one of Synn's pierced nipples and then biting on a nipple ring and tugging. Like a choreographed dance they took their bottoms off. I see my sister rub her pussy slit with one of her fingers. "Suck his cock some more while I play with myself. Oh yes! Suck my brother's beautiful cock," says Penny. I was feeling a twinge of guilt. Okay, twinge of guilt is an understatement. My sister had left our home in Arizona at the age of 18 to become a porn star. Now, a little more than two years later I have turned 18 and have come to California to live with my sister to see if I can break into the business and become a male porn star. I knew it was easy for a woman to get into the business, but almost impossible for a male. I had an ace up my sleeve according to my thinking. I had a sister in the business. My sister would do anything for me. My parents disowned her when she left to do porn. Now my parents had disowned me. I was Penny's only family now and she was my only family. I asked her to get me into the business. She told me she would try. One evening she came home and told me there was a scene for me the next day. Unknown to me she made an agreement with the producers to do a soft incest scene with me. We would do a sex scene with another girl, but I would never penetrate Penny in any way. No intercourse, no incest As I drifted out of my guilt coma I realized my sister had crawled up on the couch with me. I was kneeling and Synn was on her back, her head between my legs sucking on my cock. Penny quickly stood on the couch cushions grabbed me by the hair with one hand and with her other hand shoved two of her fingers into her pussy and began to franticly play with her herself. She pulled my hair until my face was only about 6 inches from her pussy. "Do you like watching me play with myself? Do you like watching your sister play with her pussy?," she cried out. I became hypnotized looking at my sister, seeing her wet finger gliding into her clean shaved slit. The head of my sister's clit had to be the size of a dime and it looked like a miniature cock. Her pussy was getting so wet it looked positively gooey. At the same time I could feel Synn, her head still between my legs, going wild sucking my cock. I felt like I was about to cum. I wanted badly to suck Penny's pussy. "Oh, shit," I shouted. Penny released me. Laughing she called me a sick fuck. I grabbed Synn by the hair and jerked her head down pulling her mouth off of my shaft. Her face was wet, covered with spit bubbles. Her mascara was running down her cheeks. I was shocked by her eyes. They looked almost catatonic. "Fuck my ass," she blurted out. "Please fuck my ass now. Make me Show you what a dirty little slut I am." Synn just laid there on her back. Penny hopped off the couch and grabbed Synn's ankles, pulling them back so that Synn's feet were almost level with her own head. "Oh yeah, fuck her ass." Still holding Synn's ankles my sister straddled her face. "Eat my pussy while my sick ass brother fucks your ass, you nasty slut." I got on my knees on the couch so that the knob of my cock was touching the bud of Synn's ass. My sister leaned forward from her position straddling Synn. As Penny lowered her head for a second I thought she was going down to suck my cock. Her face just inches from Synn's asshole and my cock Penny paused a second then spit onto Synn's asshole. She worked the saliva with her fingers into that ass and spit again. Now little rivulets of saliva were dripping down Synn's ass crack. Then Penny spit on my cock. This left a connecting string of spit from my knob to my sister's mouth. I could see in the monitor a close up of sister's face as she stared at the camera and wiggled her tongue back and forth until the string loosened from her tongue. Penny pushed herself and wiggled her own bottom on Synn's face. "Suck that pussy, you fucking greedy bitch." Penny set her gaze on me, "Now, fuck her ass. Pretend its my ass. Show me how you'd fuck my ass." I pushed my hips forward and my cock head popped into Synn's pucker hole. Synn let out a moan. I pushed my cock in until my whole shaft was buried to the hilt. Synn let out a high pitched scream that scared the shit out me. I heard my sister call back, "Shut up and take it whore". Penny again leaned forward and lowered her head. This time Penny knifed her tongue into Synn's pussy while I pumped my cock in and out Synn's ass. At Synn's end of the couch the cameraman was positioning himself for a new shot. In the monitor I could see Synn's tongue lapping at Penny's clit. I noticed the faster I pounded her ass the faster she licked the clit. The cameraman moved over to get a shot of Synn's ass getting reamed and at the same time get a shot of Penny licking pussy. For a second I thought about it. The 'it' being Penny's mouth. While fucking Synn's ass my cock was only inches from Penny's cunt lapping mouth. I could pull my cock out of that ass and pop it into Penny's mouth in a heartbeat. It could certainly look like an accident. I only thought about doing 'it' for that second then I pulled myself out of Synn completely and leaned back to watch Penny and Synn sixty-nine. I start jacking off watching them. I see Penny's eyes on me. It is as if she can read my thoughts. "That's it play with that cock, naughty boy, sick perverted naughty boy." The scene went on and I didn't have much more time to jack off. We did what Chad asked of us. What he wanted was ten minutes of me fucking Synn's ass, five minutes of me fucking Synn's pussy and ten minutes of Synn sucking my cock. While this was going on Synn and Penny would eat each others pussies whenever possible. Then it was time for the money shot and my surprise. Chad instructed me to stand up for the money shot. Synn was on her knees directly in front of me. Her face was glazed slick with saliva Penny was to her side, also on her knees. The cameraman positioned himself to be able to shot over my shoulder. A microphone was boomed directly above us. Synn began sucking my cock while my sister had grasped the back of Synn's head by holding a fistful of her hair. Synn sucked cock like her life depended on it. A string of saliva hung from her chin. My sister taunted her. "Do you want that cum you greedy slut?" "Oh fuck yes I want it. I want to taste that fucking cum." Synn was looking up at me with her slick mascara streaked face pleading for my white hot load to give her face the final touches. I could feel the tingling heat around my engorged cock head giving me warning I was soon going to unload. Synn let me free from her mouth as she let it open wide with her tongue stretched out waiting to catch my load. She was playing with her pussy and panting desperately. Penny still holding Synn by the hair placed her free hand under Synn's chin as if to hold her cum wanting mouth open. Penny looked up at me. "Jack off. I want to see you shoot your load. Shoot it in her mouth". I pointed my knob at Synn's wagging tongue. I was right at the edge. If fact I was past the edge. I was at that moment just before explosion where the orgasm can not longer be stopped. It was then that Chad shouted to my sister, "Tell your brother the name of the dvd we're shooting". My sister looked me straight in the eye and said, "Cum swapping divas". My legs began to buckle as I began to shoot strings of cum into Synn's mouth. I thought I would never stop cumming as my cock pulsed out the load. Synn pulled her tongue in and I could see the pool of my milky sperm in her mouth. She tilted my sister's head and with pursed lips just inches above my sister's open mouth parted those lips letting my sperm drip into Penny's waiting mouth. "Shallow your brother's cum you depraved bitch", Synn told her. I was gently pushed aside for the camera to get a close up of my sister's open mouth displaying the cum. Then Penny closed her mouth and opened it again to show the camera that she had shallowed the load. The Beginning Penny was still inside the house where our scene was shot. She had some business to talk over with the producers. I was sitting in the drivers side of Penny's Mustang GT. I was struggling with my thoughts. One moment, I would have my mind convinced that what me and Penny did was not incest, then another moment my heart would tell me we had crossed the line big time. The big thought I was struggling to push back was that I wanted more activities with my sister. For the first time in my life I explicitly thought of fucking her. Before this epiphany I had successfully avoided looking at any of my sisters porn scenes. Now I knew I would start watching them. I would not be able to help myself. Penny had even sanctioned it during the pre-scene interview. Her remarks may have been just playing up to the camera, but my thoughts were racing toward watching Penny fuck and suck on DVD and me masturbating while watching. Then a rush of guilt swept through me. Penny was doing this because I wanted to get paid to fuck on camera. I wanted to get into porn and I was using her to get me in the door. A knock on the car window startled me. It was Synn. I could see that in her street clothes she looked just as slutty as for the shoot. Her mascara was no longer running down her cheeks but it looked thick enough that it looked wouldn't take much to get it running again. I lowered the window and Synn leaned in a bit, so close I could feel breath. "I really enjoy getting down and working with you. You know, you really got a pretty dick." I was amused by her statement and I thanked her. I didn't quite how to respond to a girl who tells me I have a pretty dick. Do I tell her she has a pretty pussy? Even after performing the most intimate acts on camera I was still quite shy in her presence. She reached into her carrying bag and pulled out a business card and handed it to me. "Maybe we can hang out. I know some really cool clubs if you don't mind the rainbow flags hanging outside." I must admit at the time I did not know what she meant by saying rainbow flags, but I did not reveal my ignorance. "I think hanging out would be cool." "Well I got to go. By the way, your sister said she would be out in a few minutes. She's talking over some business with Lenny." I had no idea who Lenny was, but I nodded that I understood. Synn walk over to a beat up Buick, got in and drove off. At the same moment the Buick disappeared down the street the mustang's passenger door opened and Penny hopped in. I immediately noticed that, unlike Synn, Penny was wearing no make up. She looked like the girl next door. No, she looked like the sister I knew, the sweet sister I almost aways got along with growing up. She reached over with her hand and caressing the back of my head and gently playing with my hair. This was something she would do whenever she wanted to have a serious conversation with me. I don't think she knew this was a habit of hers, but nonetheless it was her habit. It was her way of controlling a conversation. "How are you feeling," she asked. "I don't know. It was pretty intense." "You did good, Bobby. You just need to get a little more aggressive. Learn how to talk dirty. I was serious when I said that when we got home I wanted you to watch some of my scenes. If you are going to continue to pursue porn I mean. We need to talk about that." "Do you know why I am in porn? I'm in it because I'm what they used to call a nymphomaniac. I'm a slut, Bobby. I need porn. I need to suck and be fucked. I live for it. I think about it night and day. Yet, I am not like Synn. She doesn't need porn. She can be a slut 24/7 and lives her life that way. She is in porn for the money. She doesn't feel the need to use porn as an excuse to be a slut. I need an excuse. I can hide in porn. The depraved whore you saw today. Thats the real me, Bobby. When I saw your cock for the first time today it took all the willpower I had not to jump on your lap and pop my pussy with it. I'm a fucking whore and always have been. As long as I have porn I can be a prim and proper lady outside porn." Two Years of Sin Ch. 01 "What about you, Bobby? Do you need porn? I just talked to Lenny. You haven't met him, but he runs everything. He said he can't use you unless you're paired up with me. Its for the freak value. I'm doing a scene without you tomorrow. Do you want to know what I'm doing in the scene? I'm going to suck off ten guys out by the swimming pool. And I will be in heaven sucking each one of those cocks. Do want to know what Lenny wants us to do next? He wants us to pair up in a bi scene with another guy. Do you need porn, Bobby?" A tear rolled down Penny's cheek when she finished. "Let's go home," she finally said. I put the Mustang in gear and pulled out of the driveway. Two Years of Sin Ch. 02 Notes from Penny The next morning Penny came to my bed and shook me awake. She was already dressed, ready to go to work. I looked over toward the nightstand. The alarm clock said 6:10 AM. I sat up and swung my feet to the floor. Penny handed me a stack of five porn DVDs. "Here, watch these while I'm gone. Watch them in order, the top one first, then the second and so on. I left a note with each one to read before you watch. And Bobby, do me a favor, don't jack off when you watch them." I really didn't answer her. I was too groggy. I didn't even notice her leave. I sat there on the edge of the bed with the five cases clutched in my hands. After a minute my mind cleared and I read the title on the front of the top case. First Time Cuntsuckers #8 was the title and printed in yellow NO DICKS HERE. The two girls embracing on the cover were not as cute as Penny. One of the the girls in fact looked quite old. I flipped the case over. On the back side there were several postage stamp sized photos of the girls who were supposedly in the movie. I recognized one in the lower left corner as Penny. It was a head shot of her with her face in a state of arousal. I set the cases on the nightstand and noticed a card I had tossed there the night before. It was the card Synn gave me while I had been waiting for Penny. I picked up the card. It was a glossy black with red lettering. In the center of the card in bold letters was SYNN SIN. Below her name in smaller type LET SIN TEMPT YOU ON YOUR LIFE'S JOURNEY. In the upper right corner was her phone number. I set the card back down on the nightstand. I would give her a call, but first I needed use the bathroom to pee and take a shower. Penny had left the bathroom a mess. She had always been a slob. Her messy habits were probably the only major bones of irritation between us growing up. There came a point somewhere along the line that I just gave up complaining about her messes and began cleaning up after her. She had been a model citizen in her owe place during the few weeks I had been there, but when I entered the bathroom I could see the cease fire was over. I must interject here to say there is nothing wrong with Penny's personal Hygiene. She keeps her own person immaculate. There is also a limit to her messiness. Its just that when it comes to cleaning up after herself she has a 'I will get to it later' attitude. Penny had definitely left her mark this time. Toothpaste she had spit into the sink still sat there drying. Half of a smoked joint sat on the edge of the sink. Water from when got out of the tub lay on the floor along with a pair of her panties. The shower curtain was pulled back and in the soap dish was another half smoked joint. A used disposable douche bottle lay on the floor of the tub. There were two items that did give me a shock despite the fact that before she left she gave me a stack of porn starring her and an admonishment not to masturbate to it. I was shocked despite the fact that the day before we tag teamed fucking another girl together on camera. I was shocked despite the fact that the day before she had shared a load of my cum with another girl and swallowed it. After all this I should not have been shocked by such a small thing. On the bathroom floor lay was the first item, a hardcore porn magazine. The second item lay next to the empty douche bottle. It was a lifelike latex cock. After everything that had happened since the day before, it was a small thing, but it struck me hard how much my life had changed. My sister and I may not be fucking, but we had surely crossed a line putting us at the threshold of sexual relationship. Leaving the dildo and magazine behind in the bathroom showed me how casual Penny had become about our changed relationship. There was one other thing that gnawed at me. Penny made a declaration to me in the driveway the day before, right after the shoot, about her being a nymphomaniac, about her being a slut. It seemed that to demonstrate the declaration, Penny, before leaving home to go suck off ten guys, needed to look at a porn magazine and play with a dildo. Was she warming herself up to a prime state of sluttiness. I decided it wasn't my business and tried to shrug it off. I took a pee, lit the half joint on the sink, cleaned the bathroom. I brought the dildo and magazine into Penny's bedroom and set them on her unmade bed. I tossed her panties into her clothes hamper. I went back to the bathroom and after smoking the half joint in that was in the soap dish I took a shower. I was pretty buzzed when I dried myself off and dressed. I sat on my bed stoned and looked on the nightstand at both the stack of porn and Synn's calling card next to the porn. The clock now read 7:30 AM. I did not know if Synn was working a shoot, but it was too early, I thought, to call her. I picked up the stack of DVDs and went into the living room. I put the first disc into the player. Before hitting play on the remote I read Penny's note for that scene. Bobby, 99% percent of the time the premise for porn scenes are bullshit. This time the setup was at least partly true. This was my first porn scene and it was my first time having sex with a girl. After our own parents had a hand in running me out of town to get me away from pastor Fleming. I went out here to California instead of to Aunt Donna's in Chicago. When I got here I answered an ad looking for models and actresses. I am not stupid. I knew what I was getting into answering the ad. I least I thought I knew. I was called in for an interview. The agency had a seedy little office in the valley. The only person I saw there was a receptionist. She was a chubby girl with more tattoos than I had ever seen on one person up to that time. She handed me an application and a questionnaire to fill out. The first question on the questionnaire was whether I was willing to model lingerie. I answered yes. The next question was about nude modeling and I answered no. The rest of the pertained to what sexual acts I would be willing to perform. The first sexual act was masturbation. Then it asked girl/girl, girl/boy, girl/girl/boy, and girl/boy/boy. From there it went to gang bang and asked if I was willing to perform anal sex. The questionnaire even asked about double penetration of the vagina. I admit that the questions turned me on and deep inside I wanted to answer yes to many of the questions. In the end, I was to embarrassed and afraid to give any more yes answers besides the modeling. I handed the completed application to the receptionist. She took from me the same documentation you had to bring to our shoot, birth certificate, drivers license, and social security card. She made copies and returned them. Before I left she had me stand in front of a sheet tacked to a wall and took a couple snapshots off me with a cheap digital camera. I was given an envelope to bring to a clinic for an AIMS test, being told that even though I had only answered yes to modeling lingerie, some girls change their minds. For this reason it was a requirement that all girls working for the agency take the test. Well, I guess that sets the scene. I was called 2 weeks later for what I was told was a modeling job. The scene you are about to watch is what happened. Before shooting the scene my only sexual experience was the one time with pastor Fleming and even then we were caught before we really got started. The woman in the scene with me is Leslie. We are still friends and I hope you to meet her someday. You would like her. She moved back home to Montana a few months ago. This scene is one of the few times the seduction is true. Well, not really true. You may notice after Leslie kisses me for the first time there is a cut in the film. What they didn't show is that I was was going to walk out. Leslie talked me into staying. Enjoy the scene Bobby. Penny I hit the play button and kept hitting the skip button until I came to Penny's scene. I could see that it was being shot in a clean, but cheap hotel room. The scene started with the ubiquitous before action interview. Penny was sitting on the foot of the bed smiling, but looking nervous. "You do not mind if I film while we talk?," asks a male voice from off camera. "No, go ahead." "So, your name is Penny, right?" "Yes." "How old are you, Penny?" "Eighteen." "Are you ready to do some modeling?" "Shouldn't we be in a studio or someplace nice? This is kind of weird, modeling in a hotel room." "These are only test shots. It cuts down costs. Studio fees, you know. Look, ask my wife Leslie. Tell her, honey." The camera pans over to a chair where an attractive woman, perhaps in her mid thirties, maybe older, sits. She is wearing jeans and a long sleeve cotton pullover shirt. She smiles and waves to the camera. "Everything is cool," says Leslie. "Why don't you move over by Penny so I can get you both in the shot." "Sure." Leslie gets up and walks over to the foot of the bed and sits down next to Penny. She reaches across her body and places a hand on Penny's knee. With her other hand pushes some of Penny's hair back away from her check. She leans in close to Penny. "Don't be nervous," she says. Leslie leans in even further and kisses Penny. Penny quickly recoils. Two Years Earlier "This is a mistake I got to go." Penny's heart was racing. She got up from the bed and walked quickly over to her purse and picked it up. "Wait, wait, wait. Don't go yet. Lets talk for a minute," Leslie gets up and moves hurriedly between the door and Penny, "No camera. We just over there by the table and talk for a minute. Then you can go. Nick will leave. Just me and you sit down and talk for a minute. Okay?" Penny freezes. She doesn't know what to do for a second. "I can't do this," she finally says. "You don't have to do anything. I'm really sorry about this. There's a misunderstanding," Leslie looks over to her supposed husband, "Nick, why don't you go get yourself some coffee somewhere. I'll call you when I am done talking to Penny." "Yeah sure, everything is cool. I can go," says Nick. Nick lifts a hand as if gesturing goodbye and leaves the room. "Okay Penny, can we talk?" Penny, her eyes staring at the floor nods yes. Leslie goes over to a table sitting next to the hotel windowand pulls a chair back for Penny. Leslie picks up her own purse and places it on the table while she herself sits down. She looks directly into Penny's eyes and smiles. "Just breath, come on, you are all tense, come on, in and out. Good that's better." They just sit at the table saying nothing. Leslie sits looking at Penny and Penny sits staring at own hands clutched together on the table. "Do you live with your parents, Penny?" "No." "Do you live by yourself?" Penny still staring at her hands nods yes. "Where are you from?" "Arizona." "Do you have any brothers or sisters?" "I have a brother, Robert, he's sixteen and I have a sister Christina who's fifteen." Leslie goes into her purse and pulls out a joint. "Do you smoke weed?" "No," answers Penny. "Have you ever tried it?" "No" "Smoke this with me. It will help you relax." Leslie lights the joint and takes a drag. She tilts her head back a bit and closes her eyes while holding the smoke in. She then blows the smoke out and opens her eyes. She then hands the joint over to Penny. She hesitantly takes it. "Just take a drag and hold it in. Yes, that's it" They pass the joint between them, Leslie tilting her head back and closing her eyes each time she takes a drag, Penny begins replicating Leslie by also tilting her head back and closing her eyes. Penny starts to feel the drug's effect for the first time and begins to feel the warm distortions of time. "So, why did you leave home?" "Eh?," asks Penny trying to hold herself in the present. "Why did you leave home?" "I was caught in bed with my church's pastor by his wife. She was supposed to be out of town." "Why did you leave and not the pastor?" "She, the pastor's wife, wanted to keep things quiet. She gave my parents money for me to go to my Aunt's home in Chicago. I came here instead." "Why here?" "I want to get into movies." Leslie pulls another joint out of her purse. She lights it, takes a drag and hands it over to Penny. "Listen Penny, I ain't going to bullshit you. We got you here today to do a girl girl scene and your agency that sent you fucking knows exactly what we wanted. You don't have to do anything I'll make sure you get paid." "Will that be okay with your husband?" "Nick is not my husband, honey. That was all bullshit. I only like girls, I like to make girls feel good." Leslie smiles as Penny takes a drag. She reaches across the tables and places her hands on Penny's. "Have you ever been with a girl?" "No." "Have you ever thought about it?" Penny thought. She looks down at Leslie hands resting on her own hands. She then turns one her hands palms up and wrapped her fingers around Leslie's hand feeling the soft smooth skin. She thought about it, but could not answer. She knew the truth. "You won't be upset if I tell you something?," Leslie asked. "What?" "Let me whisper it," said Leslie beckoning with a gesture of her head for Penny to lean forward so she could whisper in her ear. As Penny leaned and cocked her head presenting her ear, Leslie moved so that her mouth was just a fraction of an inch away. "When I first saw you I wanted to fuck you really bad." Leslie leaned back and examined how her words affected Penny. "Did I upset you?" Penny, averting her eyes, shook her head no. "I could make your pussy feel so good." "Could I have another drag?" asked Penny. "Yes, but could you do me a favor?" "What?" "Let me kiss you." Penny closed eyes as she felt Leslie's lips touch hers. She felt as if her bottom lip was melting into Leslie mouth. She could smell the scent of strawberries. She felt a hot wet tongue probing her mouth. Leslie stood up and came around behind Penny. She bent down an licked Penny's ear. She whispered. "We don't need any cameras. Let me make you feel good. Can I make you feel good." "Yes," Penny whispered. Penny felt herself being guided to feet and by instinct lifted arms as her shirt came off over her head. She was in an embrace feeling her naked breasts pressing against another woman's naked breasts. She realized she did not remember her bra coming off. She pushed her own tongue into Leslie's mouth. Withdrawing her tongue, she nuzzled her cheek against her lover's cheek. Lover. She spun the word over in her mind. Then she realized she was on her back on the bed. A tongue swirled around her nipple. Fingers were pinching her other nipple. She heard herself moaning. Unbelieving, she heard words coming out of her own mouth. "I want to taste your pussy." "Oh, you little slut," Leslie giggled. Penny turned her head to the side and closed her eyes tight and felt a burning in her eyes as a tear escaped. "Did the pastor's bitch call you a slut when she caught you?" Penny nodded. "And your parents?" "They said I was a whore." "I think being a slut and a whore is a good thing. Don't be ashamed. Celebrate it. Its a fucking art form" "Art form?," Penny smiled as she quizzed. "The fucking art of cunnilingus. Now, perform for me" There it was, just inches from her face, a shaved pussy. She felt queer but overwhelmed with lust. Her lover's hands behind her head gently coaxing her. "Go ahead taste it." Penny stretched out her tongue until the tip of it touched Leslie's clit. Like someone dipping a toe in a pool to test the waters before jumping in, Penny tested tongue tip then with a lustful moan began sucking pussy for the first time. "Oh fuck yeah, you suck that fucking pussy good.," cried Leslie. Penny felt like a slut as her face became wet and sticky. She relished in the fact she was doing the forbidden. She soon found herself on her back receiving the same pleasures she had been dishing out. Her body shook as she experienced her first orgasm of the day. Leslie cuddled up with Penny and gently kissed the back of her neck. "Do you feel good?," she asked Penny. "Yes." "Turn around and give me a hug." Penny flipped over, wrapped her arms around Leslie and nestled her head between Leslie's soft breasts. "Where are you staying, honey? Do you have an apartment?" "I rent a motel room, by the week." "I don't let girls move in with me, but you can come stay with me until you get a real place." "Are you sure?" "As long as you can eat pussy like you just did I'm sure." Leslie kissed Penny's forehead. "You should dump that agency, sweetheart. They're just using you. I can connect you with some people in the business if that's what you want to do." "Okay," replied Penny softly. "You do know the modeling stuff is bullshit. There is no modeling." "Yes, I know." "I only make lesbian films, but I have a friend that does a handjob series, among other things. All you have to do is lube up the old hand and go to town. Easy money." "I'll think about it. I don't know if I can." "You're gonna have to make some money somehow. You don't want to be mopping floors and cooking french fries for shit money." "No I don't." "Do you want to fuck some more?" "Yeah." "Why don't you let me call Nick and we can go ahead shoot the scene. Would you do that for me, honey?" "Okay," Penny nodded and held Leslie tighter. Leslie return the embrace. She then got up out of the bed, went to purse and took her cell phone out. She got Nick on the line. "Everything is cool. Come on back we're doing the shoot." Leslie stopped talking for a few seconds, listening to something Nick was saying, something Penny could not hear. Suddenly Leslie giggled. "Baby, we always do the shoot. I'll talk to you when you get here." She put the phone back in her purse. She got back onto the bed and kissed Penny. "Do you want to smoke another joint while we wait for Nick?" When the scene ended I felt more perverse than I had felt the day before doing a real live scene. I had not jerked off watching Penny having sex with this older woman. I had fondled myself through the cloth of my jeans, but as much as I wanted to jack off I refrained myself. I am two years younger than Penny so when she was eighteen I did not notice how young she looked. Seeing this scene shot two years ago she did not look eighteen. She barely looks eighteen at the age of twenty. I picked up the next dvd case on the stack. It was called Handjob Havoc #18. Penny was on the front cover posing with a smile and a hard cock pressed against her cheek. I thought about unzipping and stroking myself a little as I could feel my cock swelling as I continued to fondle myself. I got up and walked back into my bedroom. The clock now said 8:05 AM. "Fuck it," I thought and picked up Synn's calling card. I did not know whether she was shooting a scene or sleeping in, but I could leave a message. I punched in her number and on the forth ring she answered. "What the fuck, do you know what time it is? Who the fuck is this?" "Sorry, this is Robert, Penny's brother." "Oh, Robert," Synn's voice changed from agitated to playful, "how's my pretty cock doing?" "Okay, I was just looking at your card and decided to give you a call." "Cool. Hey, did you and Penny fuck when you got home yesterday?" I heard her ask it, but I had a hard time believing she asked the question. "Excuse me?" "Did you and Penny fuck? You guys are fucking, aren't yo u?" "No, we're not." "Why not?" I didn't know how to answer. I could have said, "because she is my sister." I remained silent. "I see the cat got your tongue. I wish I was over there right now sucking on that pretty cock. I'd stick a finger way up your ass hole while I was sucking you. I'd make you tell me all your dark dirty little secrets, your dirty little perverted thoughts. You'd confess everything to me. You will confess to me." Two Years of Sin Ch. 02 "My pussy is very wet right now, very wet. I want you to come and play with me tonight. It is time for us to explore. Will you come play with me tonight?" She was panting. I could hear a rapid slapping sound. In a moment I realized the slapping was the sound of her playing with herself. "I'll play with you," I answered. "I'll pick you up tonight at eight. Now, before I hang up tell me the truth. Do you want to fuck your sister?" "Yes." "I'll see you tonight, Robert," said Synn just before she hung up. I went back into the living room and picked up Handjob Havoc. Inside the case along with the disc was another note from Penny. Bobby, This scene is the second one I did. For some reason I was more nervous doing this scene than I was for the first. I think it was because this time I knew I was going to perform in a porn scene. Now, giving someone a handjob on camera would be no big deal, but at that stage in my career I felt like a complete slut. I must also confess I was beginning to enjoy being a slut. Penny Penny rested her head on Leslie's shoulder. The Mustang had just exited the San Diego Freeway and was headed down Roscoe Blvd. Penny lifted her head so Leslie could shift gears. "Light up a joint," Leslie says to Penny. Penny opens the glove box and opens a Marlboro box. Inside the box are four rolled joints. She takes a joint out and closes the glove box. She lights up. "Thanks," says Penny. "I need this. I'm really nervous." "Its nothing. Its like I keep telling you. You just lube up your palm and start stroking. We'll be out of there in less than an hour. Its an easy three hundred bucks." "Its just going to be weird. You know, jacking off some guy I never met before." "Just remember, I'll be right there for you. Now remember, he likes to shoot two scenes, a handjob scene and a blow job scene. He will offer you some more money to do a blow job scene too. Don't make any excuses. Just tell him no." The Mustang came to a stop at a light. Penny passed the joint to Leslie. Leslie took a long drag, handed the joint back and kissed Penny on the cheek. "I want to take you to dinner tonight. Then we'll go dancing. I want us to have a romantic evening together." The light turned green and Leslie made a right turn. They were in a light industrial area of nondescript warehouses. She finally turned the car into the parking lot of one of warehouses and parked next to a black Jaguar XK. Leslie seemed to examine the car sitting next to them. Suddenly she looked forward and slapped her steering wheel angrily. "Shit!" "What?," asked Penny. "Fucking Lenny is here!"