8 comments/ 30160 views/ 40 favorites The Perfect Woman By: Grillytilly All characters involved in any and all sexual encounters in the story are over 21. Any similarity to actual person alive or dead is purely coincidental. ***** December - Alan finally had everything ready for the big Christmas holiday with his family. Both his mom and his dad were coming and they were bringing with them a bunch of his extended family as well. This was going to be a big step for Alan. He was actually going to spend time with them and maybe get to know them. The small town that was the only place remotely close to the cottages they were all going to be staying in didn't have much to it. There were more shops and restaurants on just one street in the city than there were in this entire town. But Alan did spot a bookstore and while he didn't expect them to have a very large selection he figured they might have a local author Alan had never heard of so he went in to check it out. As soon as he entered the building he saw her. She was sitting in a chair over by the back of the store reading a book. It was the elusive woman Alan had met months ago in a bar. She was amazing. For months after he'd met her he had gone back to that bar again and again in the hopes of bumping into her again. She was partly the reason he'd finally relented and decided to give his family a chance to get to know him. And now she was here. Right here. Alan just had to go over and talk to her. Of course considering that she gave him a fake number before maybe she didn't really want that but Alan wasn't the kind of person to put ideas into other people's heads when he really had no idea what she would be thinking. "Megan?" Alan called out to the girl in the bookstore. She looked up at him and smiled. "Mark?" she responded, remembering the fake name Alan had given her back in February when he'd met her. "Yeah. Hi. How are you?" "I'm good. Really good. And you?" "Wonderful. Do you live out here?" If she did that would explain why he hadn't been able to bump into her again. "No. I live in the city. I'm just out here on vacation." "Interesting." "How's the promotion going? I remember you were so excited about it." "It's been going well. So well." "That's good." "Did you graduate? You were an engineering major if I remember right." Alan asked. "Sure did." Megan responded. "Cool." That ended the conversation for a just a moment but Alan added, "You know, I ... I wanted to call you." "It's my fault. I gave you my friend's number but she changed her carrier and didn't tell me." "Oh. I thought ..." Megan interrupted him, "Don't say it. Just don't." "What?" Alan protested. "I don't usually do that sort of thing. You know. What we did." "I wasn't thinking anything about it." "Yes you were" she insisted. "All I was thinking was that" he looked at her go gage her reaction and prep himself for what he was going to say. "Well, that night meant a lot to me. I had actually hoped I could take you out to dinner." "I would have liked that." Alan saw his opening and took it. "Well, you don't have a boyfriend or anything do you?" "No." she answered knowing full well where this was going. "How about this; you give me your real number and I'll give you my number. I'll definitely call you, and I'll definitely take you out." "Sounds like a plan." she said. She got a pad of sticky notes out of her bag and started writing but stopped. She tore the first note off and balled it up in her hand. "I'm Megan." she said seemingly to herself. She wrote another note and then handed it to Alan. Alan took it and then put the number in his phone and called it right away. Her phone rang and she held it up so he could see with a smile that said "see, trust me now." Alan was satisfied. Now that he had someone to have dinner with he was very interested to find a good place to actually have dinner so he left the bookstore without actually looking at any books and went to find a good restaurant. The Previous February - The bar was thankfully not too loud. Alan didn't know what to order for a drink so he just got a beer. When he tasted it he realized beer was not really for him. He'd have to order one of those girly drinks next time and see if they were more palatable. He'd picked this place because it was within walking distance to an apartment he kept in town he used when projects at work required long hours. In this instance it would provide a very good place to crash after a night of drinking so he wouldn't have to drive. At the moment Alan remembered the guy he sublet the other half of the apartment to. Alan didn't really know the guy that well but he might want to go out for a drink, especially if Alan was buying. However, Alan felt like gloating. He felt like showing off. He felt so strong and powerful that he could do anything in the world. There were no limits. But who could he brag to? Who would understand just how awesome he was? Not Nathan the actor guy in the apartment, that's for sure. Alan took his beer and sat alone near the billiards tables. He'd gotten pretty good at pool in high school but it had been years since he'd picked up a stick. He watched the game that was in progress and then a girl caught his eye. He looked and then couldn't look away. He felt blood rush up into his face and he exhaled sure heat into the room. Alan had never been in love. He'd never even entertained the idea. He had a girlfriend in high school who eventually broke up with him because she felt like Alan kept too many secrets. It wasn't his fault. He didn't feel like telling her he lived in an orphanage. In college he dated a girl but she dropped out of the university and he basically never heard from her again. Once he started working he just never had time for any sort of relationship. He would take a girl on one date and might or might not hook up for the night but that was it. Those times he'd been with a woman were nothing like what was hitting him now. Alan felt something in his stomach get fluttery and his face felt like he'd been slapped. She had curly black hair and seductive eyes. Alan couldn't really describe it but there was something about this girl that just affected him. She was playing pool with another woman. Objectively, the other woman might be considered the more traditionally beautiful of the two. She was a petite blond wearing her sexiest outfit. When Alan walked over to their table the blond was immediately interested but Alan looked right past her. He was more interested in the tall girl who was trying to hide the fact that she wore glasses. Perfect. For some reason the word perfect went through Alan's mind. This girl was perfect. "Hi" Allen offered and the girl looked up at him and seemed to be caught in his headlights. She didn't respond at first. She just looked up at him as if she'd gone dumb. Her friend came to her side and prompted her to speak. "Hi" she finally got out. Alan smiled when he heard her voice. It was a very pretty voice if that made any sense. The friend looked back and forth between the two of them and realized what was going on so she grabbed her friend and they went to have a little conference. Alan waited and gave them their space. They came back and the friend almost seemed to have to push the other girl to him. "I'm Mark." Alan said. He wasn't stupid. He wasn't going to give this girl his real name when he just met her and didn't know anything about her. "I'm ... uh ... Megan." she said. She smiled and her teeth seemed just as perfect as the rest of her. "Nice to meet you Megan. I was wondering if I could play the winner?" Megan looked at her friend who nodded excitedly. "Sure. If you want." Alan didn't believe in love at first sight but this experience made him understand why some people might. The friend seemed to deliberately throw the game and Megan won. Alan's game against her went almost the same way. He wasn't taking it seriously. He was much more interested in the willing ear Megan provided for him to talk about his recent promotion. "I mean, I understand why they waited a week to officially announce it to everyone. They wanted to see what the numbers would be like. And I like I said, I told them to give me a number and I'd beat it. My team did so well I've already heard rumors of people trying to transfer onto my team just to get the chance to work for me. I'm telling you, I was born for this job. It isn't even about the money; though the salary certainly helps." "You don't happen to need another engineer do you?" Megan asked. "Depends. What kind of engineer? Do you have someone in mind?" "Yeah, me. I'm graduating in mechanical engineering in May. Any chance I could look you up for a job?" Alan was about to answer when a group of college kids came over to the table. "Are you guys playing or are you just going to stand there talking?" The conversation moved to a booth and drinks went round. Megan's friend, Heather, got some other people to join them and they all drank to Alan's promotion and socially speaking this was a huge win. As the night dragged on, it was time to leave and Alan took the gambit and kissed Megan outside the bar. She kissed him back and Alan recorded in his mind that her lips were the sweetest he'd ever tasted. When the kiss ended she seemed very happy and Alan almost felt bad about the fact that he'd given her a fake name. Heather seemed to be encouraging her friend to take a chance and to Alan's delight Megan went home with him. At the apartment, the actor was passed out in his lounge chair with a video game controller in his hand and some game on the TV waiting for him to do something. Alan and Megan sneaked past to Alan's bedroom. On the bed they didn't just jump into the sex but they were both telecasting signals that sex was coming. They made out for a bit as they held each other in embrace. Alan was tall and this girl was almost as tall as he was. She had the perfect proportions to her body. Alan moved his attention to her neck and started to kiss it and as he did her body responded to him. Her breathing started to get heavier and the various layers she was wearing to protect against the cold had to go. Heat. They were producing heat and a lot of it. Somehow the bedroom had gotten so steamy that the window fogged up. Alan got her upper torso free and started to kiss her. Her perfume mixed with the scent of her sweat to create an intoxicating concoction that steamed off her skin. With her breasts free Alan got her left nipple in his mouth. This excited her and she seemed to worm her way out of the rest of her clothes the way a snake sheds its skin. Alan moved to the other nipple and it was just as succulent as the first. She had the most perfect breasts he'd ever felt. Her body had just the right amount of body fat to give her skin a softness to it. She reached down towards Alan's belt buckle and he took the hint and got out of his pants. She was undoing the buttons on his shirt was Alan got his boxers off. He then tried to return the favor and get her out of her skirt and panties. The smell of sex was already in the air even before any had happened. Alan slowly kissed each inch of her belly as he slowly moved down to the promised land. He also took special care to run his hand down the side of her body and let the tips of his fingers gently brush the insides of her thighs. When his journey down her body had finally taken him to her pussy he kissed around it and moved to her legs and kissed up her thigh. She wiggled her hips in anticipation. Alan had to remark in his mind just how perfect she was. Even her pubic hair and pussy were perfect. She was the perfect woman. She could be ... She was worthy to be ... He let his tongue reach out for her lips and let the tip find her clitoris. She was so sweet. As he licked her her body responded with more of her natural nectar. He let his hands roam her body. Each hand went to one side of her hips and then he slid them down her body to her knees. Then he pushed her knees up to give him more access to her pussy as he licked her. "Wait." she said. "Not too fast." "What's wrong?" he asked. "I'm going to cum if you keep doing that. Just give me a minute." Alan backed off and let her catch her breath. Then she took a more aggressive posture and grabbed him by the shoulders and tried to force him down on his back. "Watch this." she said. She found his cock, which was already rock hard and brought it to her mouth. As much as Alan enjoyed licking her pussy, the sight of her sucking on him with her perfect breasts dangling above his legs was doubly exciting. She sucked on him for a bit and then moved her hips up to meet his. "We're both adults, right?" she said. "Yeah." he responded. She aimed his cock into herself and began to bring herself down onto him. Even with all the ample lubrication she was a tight squeeze. Alan wasn't going to be able to go as fast with her as he had with other women. This girl needed the slow and deliberate action. She held his face in her hands as she kissed him and slowly moved her hips to fuck his cock. Alan reached around her to her ass cheeks and gave them a good grab. Was this what honeymoons were like? It took effort to move herself off his cock and then even more effort to push herself back down on it. She had to pause time and again to get her breath and compose herself. If Alan didn't know better, he'd have thought she was a virgin. Virgins wear white at their wedding. Then again, everyone wore white at their wedding nowadays. Why was Alan thinking about weddings? Just then, as she lowered herself as far as she could go his cock seemed to snap into place like something you buy and have to put together at home. It was like his cock and her pussy were made for each other. Once they were in the optimal position with each other everything just clicked. A look of intense pleasure filled her face and her breathing stopped. The fact that she was experiencing so much joy brought Alan to the place he needed and just like that he felt his anus tighten, his semen collect at the base of his cock, and then shoot up into her. It was the longest and more enjoyable orgasm Alan had ever had. Of course it would be. It would have to be. ... The next morning, Alan opened his eyes to discover that she was gone. His feelings jumped wildly as he tried to remember if he had her contact info or not. He got some pants on and went to the kitchen to find Nathan eating cereal and giving him a look. "Hey dude. You scored. Cool." "Yeah. You didn't see her go did you?" "Sure did." "Why didn't you wake me up?" "Uh ... I don't know." Alan grabbed his phone and when through his history. "Crap." "Dude. She left a note for you." "Where?" "Right there man." Alan caught sight of the note on the counter. "Mark, Thank you so much for a wonderful evening. We should do it again sometime. Call me." The note ended with her number. A huge smile came to Alan's face. He was definitely going to call her. He looked at the time. It was still too early. She might not even be home yet. The minutes passed and Alan fought with himself over the proper time to call her. 10 Am? No, that was way too soon. 11 Am? That's better but it is still technically the morning. 12 Pm? Yes, perfect. Just like she was perfect. 12 on the dot? No, just be patient. 12:03, ok time to call. The line rang and Alan listened intently. Dinner sounded like a good plan. He'd invite her to dinner. Then, maybe a movie. Then maybe ... just maybe he'd ask for that think he secretly desired but was always afraid he'd never have. "Hello" said a man's voice. "Hello. Is Megan there?" "Who?" asked the voice with irritation. "Megan?" "Who the fuck is Megan?" Alan bit down on his teeth and felt his passion cool. "Sorry." he said. "Wrong number." "Well next time check the fucking thing before you fucking call me out of the fucking blue asking for some stupid bitch I've never heard of. This time I'll let you off with a warning but if you ever ..." Great, it was some low life. Alan just hung up on him. "What's wrong with that guy?" Alan looked at the note and compared it to the number he'd dialed. There was no mistake. She'd given him a fake number. Judging from the sound of how angry that guy was, Alan was not the first person she'd given that number to either. July - Alan sat opposite Mr. Ideguchi, the VP in charge of this department. The aged Japanese man was one of the most devout Christians Alan had ever met. There were crucifixes, icons of Mary, and a plague of the Ten Commandments decorating his office. To any one who dared question if religious items were appropriate for a business environment, Mr. Ideguchi would very calmly but very forcefully relay the story of how his family had been Christians for over 500 years and had suffered many martyrdoms at the hands of Shoguns, Samurai, and even the Emperor. After all that, he figured he had the right to display as much of his religion as he pleased and anyone who had a problem with it could shove their opinion up their ass. Alan waited as the currier, who was obviously uncomfortable being surrounded by the contents of the office, swallowed hard and took the package. He looked back at Mr. Ideguchi like he wanted to say something and a smile came to Mr. Ideguchi's face. That old man was ready for anything. It's one thing to spout off about the black legend to a friend and quite another to a man who could buy and sell you a thousand times over. The little man who was the currier felt crushed under the old man's gravitas went to carry out his instructions leaving Mr. Ideguchi feeling very satisfied. "I brought the numbers." Alan finally said seeing that it was now his turn. The Japanese man waved his hand as to swat the idea away. "I already have them." This was a surprise. Alan was always well prepared for meetings with his boss but as he went through the various topics in his head he couldn't think of why his boss had wanted to see him. "You know, I'm retiring in two years." the old man continued. "That's still along way off. Just think of how much we can accomplish by then." "You'll only be 30. Do you think you'll be ready?" "For your job?" Mr. Ideguchi nodded. "You're the obvious choice, but for your age." "I don't know. I'm doing really well where I am now. What about Richard?" "He's a good man but he can't handle the pressure. His heart." "Carol? She's been a section chief longer than me. She'd probably make a better VP. I honestly couldn't imagine myself being her boss anyway." "So you aren't interested?" "I am but I think the timing is off. I don't suppose I could talk you into staying another five years if you really want me to get the job." "Five more years!" the old man laughed. "No. I made a promise and I'm going to keep my word. You're right. Carol is a good choice. But I think you'd be a better choice." "It's still two years away. Maybe I'll be CEO by then." "There are younger CEO's out there you know." "I worked really hard to get this job. I not looking for advancement at the moment. I really just want to be excellent at this job. This is my goal right now." "I need to start training my replacement. They need to make contacts, build relationships. Think about what's best for the company. You have this uncanny ability to turn even our worst employees into superstars. Most of the company already wants to work for you." "Thanks. I'll need to think about it. I know you see a lot in me and I appreciate it but I just don't know if I feel confident enough for the big office." "Well, this is quite a turn around from a few months ago. You were so aggressive to become section chief we thought you might quit if we didn't offer it to you." The Perfect Woman "Yeah, but I knew I could do this job. It's everything I've been building my career up to. I haven't even been doing it half a year and you're talking promotion again. Right now I just want to make the most of this." "Fine. I suppose I'll have to have a talk with Carol then. I'll let her know you suggested her." "Thanks." "I'll have to run it past Shane. He wasn't too sure she could do it seeing how distracted she's been with her divorce and all." "That still isn't over?" "Are they ever over?" "I wouldn't know." said Alan. "Me neither. By the way, Alan, is there a reason you never bring anyone to company family pick-nick?" "Who would I bring?" "If you don't have a girlfriend you could bring your parents. They're still alive, aren't they?" "It's a long story." "And one you've never told me." said the old man as he got up from his desk and went to close the door. As he returned he sat in the other chair on the same side of the desk as Alan. "So?" "Uh ... Well, it's a long story." "I'm listening." "The truth is, I didn't grow up with my family." Alan took a breath. "I was raised in an orphanage. My dad went to jail for something and my mom was too much of a bum to take care of me." Mr. Ideguchi put his hand up. "Hold it. Read number 4." he said as he pointed to the commandments on the wall. "Honor thy father and mother." "Sorry but I don't know any other way to say it. The state took me from them when I was a baby and I while I was a kid I never even heard from them. No phone call, no letter. I didn't know if they were alive or dead. I didn't know what happened. I got moved around from home to home, from one institution to another. And then I became a unicorn." "A unicorn?" "That's what they call foster kids who graduate and go to college. I got financial aid in college and because I used my social security number on the application my parents were able to track me down." "Good. They found you." "No, not good. My mom can't read and my dad is on perpetual probation. They aren't even together. I have two step sisters on my dad's side and one step sister on my mom's side. But that's not all. After going and having kids with other people they decided to get back together just long enough to give me one more sister." "So you have a big family." "Yeah, and they're all idiots." "Number 4." "Sorry. But you know when I was in Asia and that entire city collapsed in that earthquake. A million people died and I was almost one of them. I had the sense of mind to call my mom and let her know I was ok since I thought she just might be worried about me. Before I could even get a word in she starts trying to get me to join some network marketing scheme." Mr. Ideguchi was about to laugh but then held it in. Alan continued, "She talked for a full fifteen minutes, practically begging me for money, before I could finally tell her what happened." Alan put on a voice to imitate his mother "So anyway honey, why are you calling?" "Oh, no reason mom" Alan added as sarcastically as he could. "I was just wanted to let you know I'm still alive and that I didn't die in the huge earthquake that nearly brought down mount Everest." Mr. Ideguchi was about to say something but Alan was in full on rant mode now. "Every time I call they ask for money. Every time my dad drives over to see me, he asks for money. They need money for car repairs. They need money to get a new place. They need money to get something out of hock. They need money for diapers because my sisters keep having babies but can't seem to remember who the fathers are. You know I had to quit Facebook because of them. They're the reason I still live in that house I'm in. If I were to move into a nicer place they'd know my salary was bigger and then I'd never hear the end of it. They don't see me as family. They see me as a piggy back. An easy way to solve their problems. They don't care about me." Mr. Ideguchi put his hand up. "I want to tell you something. Life is not fair." "It's not like your family who ..." "Alan. Shut up." Alan stopped talking. "This explains a lot about you. Why you work so hard. Why you're not married yet. You're really angry with them." "I should be angry with them. Sure, foster care isn't as bad as they say in the movies but it's no cake walk. It sucks." "My friend, listen to me. You need to make peace with this. We lost a billion dollars in China when the earthquake hit. But it's not for us to be angry about it. We look to the future and build a better tomorrow." "I know but ..." "There is no but. They are your family. Here, look at this." The older man went to his desk and opened a drawer with a key. From the drawer he pulled out his passport. "What do you see?" "It's red?" "That mark. That's the Emperor's seal. And I have to carry that on my passport after what his family did to mine. But it's not for me to be angry about it. This passport lets me live here, work here, retire here. It let me meet my wife. It let me know you. I'm making a better tomorrow and I'm not going to let the backwards thinking of the Imperial family hold me back. You have such a positive influence on everyone around you. Maybe you can do that with your family, too." "I don't know." "You need the right context. The right environment. You need a neutral place where you can spend time with them and let them know what a good person you are so you can help bring out the best in them. You need to treat them. Establish yourself as a good host so they know you can spend money on them but you can also lay the ground rules that they shouldn't ask for money." "Yeah, I don't know how to do all that." "You have a big family. You need a big place." "I don't have a big place." "I do. I own a cottage on the other side of the state. Actually, it's one big one and four smaller satellites. It's out in the woods with plenty of room for everyone. There's hiking, golf, fishing. Anything you want to do. There's even a lake up the path. What do you say?" "What are you talking about?" "Use the place. Please. I never knew you had so much difficulty with your family. It isn't right. Use the place. Have a good time. Get everyone together and heal the wound. Make a good memory. It won't make up for your childhood but you deserve to have good memories of now. Please, on me." "I have too much work to do. I can't take the time." "We close the office for two weeks for Christmas. Do it then." "Gee, I usually just like being alone during the holidays." "That does it. I insist. You have plenty of time to get everyone to agree to come. I'll have Sarah get you all the details and the keys. If anyone in you family won't come you tell me and I'll get some guys to kidnap them." The casual listener might have thought that last sentence was a joke. It wasn't. But that's another story. December - The restaurant had been much better than Alan had thought possible in this small little town. There were some local delicacies that were very good. Of course the biggest win of the evening was his company. It was so refreshing to be dating a girl with intelligence who could hold her own in a conversations about Nobel prize laureates, world history, law, graphene, and thermal dynamics. It was also a huge plus that she wasn't the kind of person who knew every detail of every alleged star of reality TV. The main difference between them stemmed from the kinds of TV shows she watched growing up. Alan was 28 while she was only 21 so some things that were far to kiddy in Alan's mind were perfect entertainment for Megan. But that was a minor point. She showed great sophistication in the kinds of books she read, the films she liked, and the sorts of events she went to. After dinner they walked and the topic of just how far the night would go came up. "My mom's going to be here tomorrow and I have go with her to this thing." Megan explained. "I'm not really feeling it though. So I got my own hotel room, you know, because I didn't want to feel like I was being trapped into doing just what she wanted to do. Knowing her, if it was her idea then it's going to be really dumb." "I know how you feel. I shouldn't, and yet, I know exactly how you feel." Mark walked with her to the hotel, which was probably the best place to stay in town and yet was not as nice as the restaurant had been. "Hey, you know, I've got this great place with plenty of room." Alan offered. "If you're not too busy with your mom maybe we could do something. I mean I've got a thing I have to take care of but there's no reason you can't join me for it." "I'll keep that in mind, Mark. Maybe I'll call you and you can come and save me from her." "Damsel in distress?" "Much distress." Megan agreed. She looked at him as they stood there in the hotel lobby and no words passed between them. I that moment they both knew what was going to happen and neither of them needed to say it. Alan went with her up to her room and for the second time in his life Alan experienced the most passionate and intense sex of his life. ... Early in the morning Alan awoke from his sleep to find himself and the woman next to him naked under the warmth of the blankets. He wanted this. He wanted this everyday. This made sense. This was perfect. This was how you had a family. This was the family you chose not the one forced on you by accident of chance. Girlfriend. That was an interesting word. Would Megan agree to be his girlfriend? What about after girlfriend? What came after girlfriend? If he asked his parents they would probably just look at him with stupid expressions on their faces. As far as Alan knew neither of them had ever been married. Marriage. That was a big step and something Alan had never even given half a thought to. He just figured he wouldn't live until he were married. Of course if he brought up marriage to her he'd freak her out and scare her off. First, girlfriend. Stay with that and build things up. There was no hurry. He was going to do it right and keep the option to get married open in the back of his mind. She woke up and look at him. He wanted to tell her he loved her but figured it was too soon for that. In place of his words he let his actions speak and he held her close, and she him. He never wanted to let her go. ... Megan was on Alan's mind all day. Alan drove out to the train station to pick up his father because of course he didn't have a car anymore. Why would he need one of those? Conversation was sparse on the way out to the cabins but his dad explained how something and someone and somewhere and then he didn't have a car anymore and couldn't get a ride with one of his daughters because something about someone and Alan couldn't care less. Alan was happy to hear that his father was not on fighting terms with his mother anymore. Alan hoped in secret that this would remain the case. The stress of just seeing his father was getting Alan all tensed up and then when he thought about the fact that they were all going to be there he actually wondered if he was going to be able to get through the week without having a panic attack. Alan's dad and one of is half sisters with a baby on her hip were getting settled into their cabins when Alan saw his mom's car pull up to the main building. Unlike his dad, he hadn't actually seen her in person for almost eight years. She ran up to him and hugged him. "Alan, my sweet baby Alan. Where's your toilet? I've got to let one out." "It's right over there ... mom." "Thanks. Say, help Alice get our things up to the room, will you. You'd be so proud of her. She graduated from mechanic school." Alan's mom ran off to the bathroom and Alan moseyed over to the car to see his sister who was only 13 the last time he'd seen her. If she was a mechanic Alan could at least respect that. It was more than Julie, Crystal, or ... What was the other one's name? ... Oh, right, Samantha. It was more than any of them ever turned out to be. If Alice was a mechanic then she had to go to vocational school and she probably learned a good work ethic. That would be nice. It would certainly be a welcome improvement. The girl in the car put her phone away after finishing the message she was texting and then opened her door to step out. Alan's eyes opened wide with shock and his mouth would have dropped open if not for the fact that he was momentarily paralyzed with confusion. "Megan?" "Hi, Mark." she said as she ran up to him and hugged him. "What are you doing here? How do you know my brother?" "Your name's not Megan, is it?" She smiled an embarrassed smile and admitted the truth. "No, you got me. My real name's Alice. I was going to tell you yesterday but we were having such a good time I didn't want to bring up the whole using a fake name thing. Hi. My name's Alice. Nice to meet you." "Yeah," he replied as he avoided her kiss. "My name's Alan. By the way." The realization of what that meant hit her and she locked into place with her arms wrapped around him. She began taking quick short breaths and her eyebrows raised up as if she might scream or pass out. "Alan?" "Yes." "Alan Uten?" "Yes." They were interrupted by their father coming out to see them. "Pumpkin. How's my favorite?" Megan ... scratch that. Alice pushed herself off of her brother and gave her father a hug. "I'm great. So great. Never so great as now. Just so super great." "Hey, Alan, you know if any of us are going to be able to understand all that high level stuff you're always talking about it's Alice here. She graduated last spring in ..." "Why couldn't you have told me that?" Alan asked making it sound like an accusation. The sudden outburst left his father with no words for the moment but Alan faked a smile and added, "It's great. Just so great. She's great. You should have brought her to come and see me way before now." "I know." said his father in agreement. "But you know women. Can't get them to agree to anything." "Daddy?" Alice protested. "Alice, why don't you go and check out the place. We men can get the bags." "Sexist, dad." Even as she said it she was still taking him up on his offer. "So, that's my youngest sister?" "Oh yeah. I admit it took us a few tries but between your mom and me we finally made one with a good head on her shoulders." "And she's a mechanical engineer?" "Yep, but don't say engineer in front of your mother. She still thinks it has something to do with old-timey trains." "Yes, because of course she does." ... Whatever was going on between Alan and Meg ... Alice, it would have to wait to be worked out. Alan went into robot mode. He put his game face on and did the good host thing. His mom and dad each had their own cabin on opposite sides of the main cottage. His dad was sharing a cabin with Alan's uncle and his wife but there was plenty of room. Each of Alan's half sisters insisted on getting their own cabin even though Alan's original plan was for two of them to share a cabin but that didn't work out because two of them had to bring boyfriends. Alan reworked the room assignments and remembered that Alice had her own hotel room back in town. So with Crystal, Julie and ... S something ... Samantha getting their own cabin and other relatives who Alan had not met before taking up the last of the satellites that left Alan in the main Cottage. After the very nice dinner with everyone eating in the main dinning hall in the main cottage Alan announced the plan and everyone seemed to agree but his mother. She insisted that Alice share with her so she wouldn't have to go all the way back to town. Alice clearly did not want to stay with her mom. Alan didn't want a fight to break out and it looked like his mom was going to drag one of his other sisters into it as well so Alan finally spoke up. He was going to save her after all. "It's fine. Mom, listen. It's fine. She can stay in the cottage." "What about you?" "There's another cabin up the path, I think." This was a lie but Alan just needed the arguing to stop. "I've got keys to everything so I'll be fine." "Are you sure, honey? This is your present to all of us. We don't want to ..." "Mom, I'm sure. It isn't a hassle at all. I want us all to be together and happy. Don't fight over where people are sleeping." "Ok. We won't fight. For you." "Thank you mom." Then Alice came back into the conversation. "You know, I think the sofa in the living room unfolds to a bed. That should be plenty of room. You don't have to drive all the way down there." "Ok, you want to switch places with Dad and he and I can share the cottage?" "No. Dad stays put. I get the bedroom, you get the sofa." She said forcefully." ... There were other events that evening and everyone seemed to have great fun while they got to know Alan and each other better. As ten pm came around everyone started to go off to their own place for rest knowing the next day there were lots of outdoor activities planned. That left Alan and Alice in the cottage alone which presented a problem for Alan. He stood there looking at the sofa designed to seat two people and looked up at Alice as she came out of the shower room wrapped in a towel. "Trouble, Bro." she said. "Just a little. This sofa does not unfold into a bed. Not at all. And it's not long enough to sleep on." "I know." she said. "I suppose I could line some of those chairs up." Alan postulated out loud. Alan sat down on the sofa and thought about his options. There was a spare cot out in one of the cabins that might not be being used. He could go grab that and wheel it over. Alice sat down next to him and reached for his hand. "I'm sorry." "Don't be. No matter where I sleep, the heater is so hot I'll be fine." "I'm sorry for being you sister. I didn't know." Oh, she wanted to talk about that. "Don't worry about it. It's done and we can't undo it." "I know and I'm sorry." "Don't dwell on it. Stop. We can't go back and change that, I'm not hurt. Are you hurt?" "No." "So, we're fine. Let's make good memories from now to build a better tomorrow." "You're taking this really well. I thought I was going to flip out for a moment." "Well, I had to hold in some tears." "Tears?" "Yeah. I was falling in love with you." "You were?" "Yeah. Like really in love big time. I was going to ask you to marry me. Not right away. I'm not stupid but at the right time, with a ring and all that." "How did this happen?" "Megan, stop. There is no ..." "My name is Alice." "Alice, there is no how, there is no why. It just is and it's not something we have to fix. It's not a problem. We didn't know, it happened and now we know. We move on. What's the next thing we need to work on?" "Right. That makes sense." she almost sounded like she believed it. "I really enjoyed dating you and I don't regret what we did. Now that I think about it clearly, I don't regret it at all. I'm happy we were able to be there for each other. And now we have a bond, a connect. I've never really had that with a family member before so that's good." She nodded. There was a moment of silence and then she stood up and pulled at his arm to get him to stand up too. "You don't have to sleep on the sofa. The bed's for you." "Where are you going to sleep?" "The same place I slept last night." "At the hotel?" "In your arms." "Oh." Alan thought about it for a moment and felt that it would be ok. "Sure. That sounds nice." They turned the lights off and went up to the bedroom. Alice let her towel drop to the floor and she revealed her body to him. "You're naked." he commented. "It's ok. You've seen me naked before." The Perfect Woman She got into the bed and got comfortable under the covers. "You're going to sleep like that?" he asked. "I slept like this last night and you didn't seem to mind." He couldn't really argue with that. He got into bed with her and she snuggled up to him. Alan was actually giving her the benefit of the doubt and was going to let himself drift off to sleep but she started pulling at his pajama's. He began a question with "What.." but she kissed him and he couldn't deny her. He kissed her back and offered no resistance as she got him out of his clothes. She didn't even let him commence with the foreplay. She had him on top of her with his dick inside of her. She reached around to his ass cheeks to hold him in place. "Ask me now." she prompted. "Ask you want?" "About marriage." "Now?" "Yes, now." "I can't ask my sister to marry me." "Right now I don't think I'm your sister exactly." "Fair enough. Will you marry me?" "Will you get me a ring?" "If you want one." "I do. And a dress and a nice ceremony, even if it's not a legal one?" "Whatever you want." "Yes, I'll marry you." Alan let that thought sink in for a moment. "Well. Ok then." "I love you." she said. He reciprocated. "I love you, too." The Perfect Woman Is Hard to Find This is just a romp into over the top fantasy with some serious nastiness of the anal persuasion at the front end followed by what I think is humorous. It's all dialogue. "Ooooo! What are you doing back there? Is that your…" "I'm tonguing your sweet little ass hole." "You enjoy doing that?" "Do you like the way it feels?" "Oh, yeah…sure…feels great. Do you want to put your finger up my butt and…move it in and out?" "Sure…how about two fingers?" "Ohhhhh…that feels so nasty…yeah…you're fucking my ass with your fingers…suck my clit while you do that…oh, fuck…I'm going to cum….yesssss!" "You are one anal erotic little girl and you cum more often than anyone I've ever known." "That's because you excite me so much and you have such a big cock and it's always so hard…I guess I never really knew I'd like that…oh, my! What's that you just put in there?" "The tip of my cock." "Oh, my God! That's bigger than your fingers….uh…uh…oh, shit!" "How's it feel?" "Funny…strange…burned a little there for a second…oh!" "That was the head of my dick pushing through…the head of my cock is in your ass." "Don't stop playing with my bare little pussy…okay…do you want to shove it in more?" "Uh, huh." "Okay…just go slow…let me get used to it…are you in yet?" "Almost…just a little more…there!" "Okay, move slow now, go ahead…oh, I like the way it feels when you go all the way in…so deep! Ohhhhh! That feels nice…do you like the way that feels…my tight little ass hole squeezing your big fat cock?" "Oh….yeah…you know it!" "Okay…that really feels good! I can't believe what I've been missing! Go ahead now…do it faster…fuck me up the ass…cum in my ass, baby…oh, I love this! It's almost better than the regular way! Oh, God! You're going to make me cum again! Oh, baby, cum for me! Dump a hot load deep inside my tight little butt hole! That's right…yes…yes...oh, my God! So good…love it in the ass…never knew…" "So…you liked it?" "Oh, baby! Can we do it like that mean…I mean like all the time? I know how much you like it when I suck your cock…swallow your cum---so yummy! And I still want your big dick in my little cunt but…maybe I could blow you in the morning before we go to work, we could do it the regular way at lunch and then when we come home at the end of the day, you could, you know…fuck my tight little ass?" "Well, I suppose." "I know I talk a lot when I'm fucking…I can get pretty nasty…you don't mind, do you?" "No…not in the least." "Good! Because I love it when you do the same thing for me…tell me what a hot little fuck I am…wow! You make me such a happy girl…and keep me so well fucked! Now what was this whole serious thing you said we needed to talk about? Oh, before that…maybe next time you'd like me to lick your ass…tongue fuck you back there?" "You'd do that?" "Only seems fair. Oh, by the way, I almost forgot. My younger sister---she's the cutest one in the family---is going to be in town next week and I was hoping she could stay here for a couple of nights." "It's a pretty small apartment and there's only one bed; I never got around to buying a bed for the guess room." "Oh, I'm sure she won't mind! There's lots of room in this big king size bed for three…if you don't mind. Mindy is a little wild and uninhibited and I'm sure she still doesn't own a pair of pajamas but I'm sure we can manage." "Well, okay…I guess. How many sisters do you have again?" "Three. I love ‘em to death but my sisters are all a little wild if I do say so myself---just like our mom." "Your mom?" "You met her briefly." "Your mom is…hot! She doesn't look old enough to be your mom." "She thought you were pretty hot too. We don't really have any secrets…she told me in no uncertain terms that she wouldn't mind…you know…sleeping with you." "Does that bother you?" "Oh, heavens, no! As I told you before, we have no secrets…we share everything…and I mean everything." "Okay." "Hey! The football game starts in half an hour and…God, you have the biggest dick I've ever seen! It's almost hard again…bet I know how to get it really hard. What do they call this? I saw it in a porno film once…I love good porn…a trombone blowjob? Do you like it?" "Uh…uh…oh…oh…uh huh…oh…ahhhhh!" "Sorry I missed some of your load there. I guess timing is everything when you're jerking a man off and tongue fucking his ass hole. I hate to miss any of your cum…I just love it!" "Wow!" "Hey, I picked up a couple of cases of your favorite beer on the way home---it ought to be ice cold by now. We both like the same brand of beer---maybe we ought to pick up one of those keg chillers? By the way, and please understand that I'm not being critical but your HD Television…" "It's a couple of years old---but it was the biggest one I could find when I bought it." "There's a new Plasma out that's twenty inches bigger---over seventy! From my perspective when it comes to TV---and cock---size matters. We're buying a bunch of them for the car leasing business---high end cars need high end AV equipment in the showrooms. I can pick one up for us at a substantial discount. If you just want to see what it would be like, they double shipped to my office so we could bring it home and see how it fits. If you don't like it we'll send it back. It also includes a state of the art theater sound system." I'm sure I'll love it." "Do you remember my friend, Lisa, the tall brunette with the big rack? She and I are really good friends and used to be roommates…well, more than just roommates but that's another story. Her older brother is an NFL starting quarterback and she can get free box seats any time she wants. She loves football but always drinks a little too much and turns into a bit of an exhibitionist. Would it be okay if I invited her to watch the games with us? I need to warn you: she'll drink too much and I'm not letting her drive home drunk. She might have to sleep over." "Ah…sure! Why not? The more the merrier." "You won't get upset if she and I get a little…crazy…will you?" "Ah…no…I guess not." "Oh, don't worry! I promise you we won't leave you out." "Okay. Say, didn't you tell me your mom and dad were divorced?" "Yeah, but they're still friends. It was his job and all the travel." "What's he do?" "NASCAR driver. Just won the Winston Cup. Do you enjoy NASCAR? If you do, I can almost always get infield, owner's box or pit passes for us if you want to go." "I love NASCAR!" "God, we have so much in common!" "Do you have any brothers?" "Just one; he's a center fielder for the Yankees. Don't tell me! You like baseball?" "Love baseball." "How uncanny! On another note, I may not be able to stay up for the entire Sunday night game. As much as I hate to miss it, I've got an early day at work tomorrow." "What line of work are you in exactly? We've never really talked about our…careers." "I'm the marketing director for a local company that leases high end automobiles to celebrities and other rich people. The Jaguar isn't mine---heck, I don't even own a car. At the end of the day I just grab the keys to whatever is available. Sometimes it's a Jag, occasionally a Maserati , a Ferrari or a Lamborghini---whatever." "Sounds like a neat job; you must do well." "I make good money but I don't spend much. I hate to shop and as you well know I really don't like wearing clothes unless I have to---and I can't stand jewelry! I know I need to buy my own place here---I've certainly got enough money saved---I just never got around to it…wasn't sure how long it would take…how long I would need to be here. I bunked with Lisa for a few months after I moved to town and then you let me move in with you. I really owe you." "You are one of the most beautiful women I've ever known. How do you keep in such perfect shape?" "I dance…work out. When I was a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader---in college at TCU---they were very strict about our weight so I just got in the habit of staying in shape." "I don't think I knew you went to college at…" "BS in business---Magna cum Laude---just missed Summa by a tenth of a point. Then an MBA at UT Austin, then a couple of wasted years modeling…" "You have an MBA---you were a model?" "Victoria Secret and Boston Proper. It got old---but it gave me a good financial start. I made enough money to buy a charter fishing boat in Key West which makes a ton of money with enough left over to buy into the auto leasing business. Do you like to fish? Certain times of the year things get a little slow and I can always schedule personal time---after all, it is my boat. I've just never had anybody to go fishing with and as much as I love deep sea fishing I hate to fish alone." "I love to fish. You own an interest in the company you work for?" "Well, no, actually I own half of the parent company which franchised the local operation. I just thought it made sense to sort of get in on the ground floor and learn the business. I don't spend any of the return on investment; I think I'd like to buy out the whole thing in a couple of years and run it. Then again, I may sell it, keep one of the local franchises just so I always have a decent car to drive and put more time into my other company." "Your other company?" "Another leasing operation---executive jets. A booming industry thanks to all the problems and risks associated with commercial flying after that whole terrorist thing." "You own an interest in a jet airplane company…are you a pilot?" "I'm commercial, multi-engine jet qualified but I don't work for the company as a pilot---although I might decide to in the future if I get tired of the car thing. It sure is convenient not having to ever deal with the airlines again. Hey, on another note, I really appreciate all of the really fabulous restaurants you've introduced me to here in town but I'd really like to eat in tonight and cook dinner if you don't mind." "You cook?" "I love to cook! There was this crazy time in my life when I really wasn't sure what I wanted to do---between college and grad school. I took a year off and studied the culinary arts…in Paris. Actually I still have a place there…a small villa…part of it is sublet but there's plenty of room. Do you like Paris?" "I love Paris. Wait! Where did you get the coin to take a year off, study cooking in Paris and buy a villa?" "The Internet. I was sort of a tech geek as an undergrad and I came up with this search engine algorithm, Bill saw it, thought it might be a good fit with Explorer™ and…" Bill?" "Bill Gates---you know. Anyway, he bought it or more accurately I took stock and options in Bill's company in exchange for my algorithm." "You still own that stock?" "It's split a number of times; I can't remember how many shares I have---the number keeps increasing. I sold a few shares a couple of years ago because Robert asked me to invest in a new wine venture and…" "Robert…as in Mondavi?" "One and the same! I've got a small place out in Napa just so I have some place to stay when I'm out there." "You have a home in Napa Valley?" "Small…just a few acres." "I see." "So! What was that serious stuff you said we needed to talk about?" "Will you marry me?" "What? Why…this is so unexpected…so sudden!" "I know it's very sudden…we've only known each other for a couple of weeks and I wasn't sure of your ring size so I don't have a ring---we can pick one out together---but we seem to really click and have so much in common, I just thought…" "Do we have to stay in this city? It's not my favorite---no offense." "None taken. The only thing keeping me here is my job and the University and I'm sure I can find another job. I have a good education and good work experience." "I'm searching my brain---what exactly do you do for a living again?" "I'm a research chemical biologist---PhD, actually, my field is a little esoteric---even obscure---but I absolutely love my work. I've made a little money on a couple of patents but in all honesty, I didn't get into the field to get rich; I wanted to make a difference, discover something important…save lives…kids' lives…find a cure for a dreaded disease." "Have you ever heard of a company called Dresden Pharmaceuticals?" "Oh, my God, yes! They are virtually the only major drug company in the world willing to invest the time and money to find a cure for the childhood disease which is my primary passion. I've even received a couple of research grants from them. They're fantastic people! How do you know about…" "My great uncle---on my mother's side---was one of the founders of the company and is currently chairman of the board. I'm his favorite niece. As I recall most of their research activities in your area of expertise are in Switzerland---Zurich---although they are planning to move more Research and Development to the states in the next few years…San Francisco as I recall. Not that Zurich isn't a wonderful place to raise a family---just ask Shania. Well, if we end up living there, you'll be able to ask her yourself. Since I'm godmother to one of her children we're…kind of close." "You're kidding. Shania? I love country music. Do you like country music?" "Love it! Although---and I've told her this to her face---some of Shania's music is a little too pop for my taste. That's what happens when you fall in love and marry a rock producer. I prefer more traditional stuff---George, Alan, Vince…where was I? Oh, right---medical research. The current lead researcher at Dresden in childhood diseases is Dr. Francis, as I recall, and he…" "Has a Nobel prize and is reportedly going to retire within the year due to declining health. I've actually met him! We've corresponded numerous times---even compared notes." "I do believe granddad mentioned that his health was in decline and they were going to initiate a search for a top researcher to take his place. One other important subject…children…" "I love children; I've devoted my life to helping them live. How many did you have in mind?" "A couple or three?" "Works for me." "Great! Well let's slip on some clothes---as few as possible---I'll call Lisa and we can catch the end of the pre-game---love that Terry Bradshaw!" *** Well, that went a lot differently than I had anticipated, he thought to himself. He had been planning to suggest that it might be time for her to find her own place to live but all things considered, he was confident that he'd made a far better choice. *** "Lisa, hey babe! You got it! It's a done deal. I'm sure he was about ready to ask me to move into my own place but I took your advice, pulled out all the stops and he popped the question. He's everything I could have hoped for. He's a genuinely sweet, nice guy---smart too! He works to find cures for children's diseases, for God sake, isn't all hung up on money or status---heaven knows I have enough for both of us---and he's got exquisite genes! And he loves kids and wants two or three. "What? Oh, hell yes, like I told you, the fucker is hung like a horse---and it never seems to go down. And he is seriously anal! I ought to get an Academy award for that performance: ‘Oh, what are you doing back there…is that your tongue?' Yeah, sure, you can play with it---at least try to play it cool until half time---you know how much I hate anyone disturbing my Sunday football. "Damn, it took almost three years of intensive search, travel and investigation not to mention a lot of money----but I did it! I found my perfect husband to be! Well, sure, I could use the search algorithm to help you find one. We'll chat when you get here. Later!" Edited by Techsan