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Karma

By: Dai Raku



I work as a secretary for an advertising agency in an office with 22 men. There are only three women working here. I'm in a minority because I'm a woman and because I'm White. But it didn't bother me. At the time I hadn't slept with a black guy, but being around Black men, and hearing the Black women talk about their abilities in the bedroom I was tempted to try out some chocolate.

I'm one of those women who prefer to work around men. I've found that women tend to be too petty in an office environment. Plus, having to deal with that time of the month each and every month, makes for a tense and crazy atmosphere. 

Working around these men I get the usually cat calls and sexual innuendos, but it doesn't bother me at all. As long as there's no physical harassment going on, I can deal with the boys will be boys mentality of these men. 

Out of the group of men there are 4 of them who talk shit to me at the office; you know the usual bullshit brothas talk. Things like, how much dick their packing, what they can do with it and how long they can do it. I call them the "Bad Boys.' It's all amusing to me, because I know for the most part they all full of shit.

One evening I was working late with Sammy, he's the leader of the group. After I finished my work and went to his office to let him know I was leaving. I got there and he was watching a damn porno movie on his portable DVD player. He tried to close it when I came in, but I got a glimpse of the movie. I walked over and opened it up. There was this scene of this white girl on her knees giving a brotha a blow job. The brotha was packing at least 10 inches of prime meat. 

The bitch was taking every inch down her throat. I looked at Sammy and shook my head and walked out.The next day he came by my desk and in a low voice he said. 

"You think you could suck a dick like that?"

"Hell yeah I can suck a dick like that." I said. 

He looked at me like he couldn't believe I said yes. With his tail between his legs he walked away. Later that morning he was by my desk again, this time he handed me a note that said, "I'm from Missouri, that's the show me state." I can see this brotha needs to be broken down like a fraction to his lowest term. He was determined to fuck with me the rest of the day. As the office staff began to depart for lunch, I put my plan in motion. 

Sammy rarely goes out for lunch, so I knew he would be in his office. With only three of us in the office I went to his office. I walked in and closed the door behind me.

"Okay show me man' lets do this, show me what you got." I said, with my hand extended. 

"What are you talking about?" He said.     "You wanted to know if I could suck a dick like that and your little note today suggest you wanted me to show you."

"So you're saying you want to blow me?"

"No, I'm here to show you I can suck a dick like that."

"Are you serious?"  "Whip it out and I'll show you how serious I am."

I walked up to him and unzipped his pants; he had this "holly shit" look on his face. 

I pulled his dick out and it was soft. I stroked it a few times and got it hard. The brotha was packing 4 inches of dick. I looked at him with a disappointing look and said. 

"I can suck a dick like that, but I can't suck a dick like this." 

"What the fuck does that mean?" He said.  

"Well you asked me if I could suck a dick like that and I told you yes. Your dick isn't like that, he was packing a shot gun, and you're packing a cap gun."

"I thought size doesn't matter to you women."

"It doesn't to a man. Hey, don't worry this will be our little secret. You can still brag about how big you are with the other Bad Boys. I promise I won't tell."

"You weren't going to do anything in the first place, so leave my office."

"Okay, I'm leaving big little man."

One down three to go, I was on a mission to put all of them in their place. My next project was David he was the bothersome crouch holder. He couldn't talk to you without touching his crouch. He was always telling me what he could do with me if he was alone with me. I patiently waited to get him in the perfect situation. A couple of weeks after my encounter with Sammy, David's day finally arrived.

David and Sammy were working late together on a project they needed to have done ASAP. I left the office at 5:00pm. I knew they were going to be at the office working late. I went home and changed clothes. I put on red matching bra and panties, red garters and red fishnet stockings and nothing else. I put on my long sable coat and returned to the office at 9:00pm.

When I go to the office I saw the two of them taking in Sammy's office. I could see the shadow of their heads through the shades in the window of Sammy's office. I approached the office doorway and could hear a woman's voice moaning and groaning. I peeped in on them and they were watching that same porno I walked in on Sammy watching. I entered the office and said. 

"Do you prefer the movie or the real thing?" I walked over to David and dropped my sable. 

"What the hell is this Patricia?" He said. 

With Sammy sitting there in shock, I walked over to Sammy's desk and spread my legs and leaned forward stretching out on the desk. I looked over my right shoulder and said.  

"Here it is David, now do all the things to my pussy you've told me you wanted to do."    His weak ass just stood there looking at Sammy. The two of them was standing there looking at each other like lost sheep. I got up and marched over to David; I slipped my hand into my panties and secured the fresh scent of pussy on my fingers. I ran my hand under his nose and said.   "It's called bragging when you can't back it up." 

I strolled out of the office and left the two of them in a condition of disbelief.

I set my sights on getting Gerald, the 3rd member of the "Bad Boys." Gerald is an asshole, he thinks he's God's gift to women. He's always telling me the reason I won't sleep with him is because I'm a lesbian. He thinks if a woman doesn't want to get with him, something must be wrong with her. Like I said he thinks he's God's gift to women. I knew several of the guys liked to go to strips bars. I overheard them one day talking about the Blue Flame. I found out it was one of those not so good joints. The kind you could get a lap dance and/or a blow job for the same price. 

I found out that the Blue Flame did male reviews on Thursday nights. Between 7:00pm and 9:00pm they would have male dancers performing. After three days of flirting, Thursday had arrived. I told him I had a friend dancing at the Blue Flame and I wanted him to take me. After putting it on him during the week, he was more than happy to take me up on the offer. 

We agreed to meet at the club at 8:00pm later that night. He was waiting at the front door for me when I showed up. He was so into me at that moment, he didn't even notice that the club was full of women. We got a seat as the dancer was leaving the stage. I spotted an empty table at the front of the stage, we darted for it. The dancer came out and Gerald eyes almost fell out his head. 

"What the fuck Patricia, did you know it was guys dancing?" he said 

"Yeah, didn't you?" I said. 

"Hell no I didn't know." 

"I'm sorry; I thought you knew it was male dancers on Thursday nights." 

"No I didn't know."

The dancer came to the edge of the stage right in front of us. He was wearing a g-string with the face of a dragon. The dragon's tongue served as a sleeve for his massive dick. Seeing Gerald's face as that big black dick was flapping in front of him was very gratifying to me. He got up and stormed out of the club, but not before calling me a little tease. Not wanting to let a good thing go to waste, I stayed at the club and enjoy some nice slabs of beef.

Now I was down to my final "Bad Boy," Willie, AKA "Sweet Dick Willie. He says he has the sweetest dick around. He would tell me it was so sweet that this one woman use to blow him and because his dick was so sweet, she ended up getting two cavities. He would talk big shit like, "Patricia you know if you're a diabetic you can't have any of me." Stupid shit like that. 

One day I stepped into his office and put him on the spot. You see I knew these brothas talked shit, but none of them would bust a grape as long as they were at work. I said to him. 

"I'm ready to see how sweet your dick is." 

"Patricia, that's no way to talk to one of your bosses." He said. 

"What's the matter you're afraid of this pussy?"

"No I'm not afraid, what you're asking me to do could get me fired and just by you coming in here and saying what you're saying you would be fired if the right person found out."

"Well that will never happen, it's your word against mine."

"Let me get this straight, you waltzed in here expecting me to have sex with you."

"Yes unless you're afraid, in that case I understand."

"Patricia, do you know what would happen if the boss found out about this?"

"Yeah, I'll be fired, but I'm not concerned about that.

"Well I love my job and I'm not going to lose it this way."

"I knew you were all talk and no play."

"That may be the case, but I'm also not the kind of guy that will do what you want me to do."

"Fine, it's your loss."

Damn, that didn't go as I planned, the brotha has some class. I was still determined to get his ass. A day after my debacle with Willie, he called me into his office. He gave me an audio tape of a speech he wanted me to transcribe. At least that's what he told me. 

I stayed late to get the tape on paper; Gerald was there along with Sammy and David. I got started on the paper. The voice coming from the tape was mine; it was a recording of the things I said to Willie. I looked up and all four of them were in Sammy's office looking out at me. Holly shit, I was in a pickle. They had me by the balls per say.

They all came out of the office with big smiles on their faces. Willie gave me a note and said. "Don't be late." It said. "I'm having a poker party at my house at 10:00pm the directions are below. If you like working here you'll be on time." Those brothas had gotten me caught up in my own web.I was fucked, twenty years and a nice paycheck each week was going to go out the window. It wasn't hard figuring out what I was going to do.

I arrived at Willie's on time. 

"Come on in." Willie said. He greeted me with a small bag. 

"Here, you can get dressed in here." 

He led me to the room where they were playing poker. I got undressed, leaving my bra and panties on. 

"No take it all off." Gerald said. 

I removed my bra and panties. I retrieved the outfit from the bag. It was a black silk full body suit with the crouch cut out and holes cut in the top that exposed my nipples. Sammy went to the kitchen and got a tray full of snacks and gave it to me.My job was to stand next to the dealer of each card hand until the hand was over. 

First it was David's deal, after dealing the cards he started rubbing my thighs, pushing my legs apart and targeting my pussy. This went on for two hours, each guy taking turns with my pussy. After thirty minutes of it I was feeling the need to be fucked, but I wasn't going to let them know. For an hour and a half I did everything to keep my desire for some dick locked inside. But throughout the night my pussy got wetter and wetter. I escaped without giving them the pleasure of knowing they could have had me. 

The next day in the office, I was called into David's office. The entire crew was there. I was told to take a letter by David. Halfway through the letter he told me to remove my blouse and bra. I sat there with my breasts exposed taking the letter.  

"I'm sorry Patricia, are you cold?" Gerald asked.

"No I'm not cold, I'm fine." I said.

"Oh I just thought with your nipples so hard, you may be cold, I guess you must be excited."

"Yes Gerald I'm excited." I sarcastically said. 

I finished the letter and replaced my clothing. They all thanked me as I left the room.Later that day I was summoned into our staff meeting room. In the meeting room, there's a huge table. It's about six feet wide and three times as long, large enough to seat thirty people. When I entered the room the crew was sitting at the end of the table, two on each side. I was given a tube of KY jelly and told to get under the table by Willie. I was told I had to stroke their dicks for five minutes each, but two at a time. I got under the table, while under the table I heard the phone ring. Willie answered it and said. "Yeah we're ready, send them in." I had no idea what was going on, but I was in it and that was that.

I could here the other office workers talking as they took their seats. I looked up and all the members of the crew had their dicks out. I started stroking Gerald's and David's dicks. David dick was thick and uncut, but it wasn't long at all, maybe 5 inches at best. Gerald's was longer by 3 inches, but not as thick. I had Gerald in my right hand and David in my left. 

At first I stroked them slow and tight. I then released my hands and put the jelly all over it. I returned to my new job, stroking each dick hard and fast. Five minutes passed and I moved on to Willie and Sammy. Willie's little dick was aching for attention. I looked to my left and holly shit, Willie was sitting with his back flush against the chair, but his dick was hanging over the front of the chair. I began to bestow my grip on the two dicks, I wasted no time I going at them both, stroking each as fast as I could. 

The size of Willie's dick was burning a hole in my panties. I wanted that big dick in me, like a fat boy wanted his cake. I heard Willie adjourned the meeting, as each person rose from their seat. I released Sammy's dick from my grip. I crawled over to Willie's chair. I sat flat on the floor with my legs under his chair and took his dick in my mouth. He jumped from the wetness I applied on his sausage. I eagerly tried to get all of his sausage in my mouth. The back of my throat became the resting place for the head of his sausage.

With two hands I stroked it while I massaged it with my throat. Ten minutes later I felt his wad splashed against the back of my throat, causing me to gag, as his cum rushed out of my mouth onto the carpet. I spent the next five minutes devouring his sweet sausage. After I finished I returned to my feet and everyone was gone.

I sat at my desk and raveled in the enjoyment of the liquid heaven I extracted from Willie's sweet dick. Although my mouth was satisfied, my pussy was jealous. I had nearly gotten an orgasm when I was sucking that sweet dick. It was 5:00pm when the office staff began to depart; as usual the crew was working late again. There were only about 7 or 8 people there when I decide I wasn't going to be denied. I could see Willie in his office alone through the window. I stormed in and went straight to my knees in front of him. To my astonishment he didn't resist. I pulled out his sausage and got reacquainted with it.  This time I was going to fully enjoy it. I licked it from the head to the base several times, then I took it in my mouth, reaching up and rubbing his chest and stomach. My eyes were filled with pleasure as I looked up at him. He responded by fucking my face with long deliberate pushes inward and outward in my mouth. I was determined to not let any of his wad go to waste this time. I could feel his explosion about to happen. I release inches from my mouth to make room for his wad. 

He didn't disappointment, he fed me his sweetness and I swallowed it all. I continued to suck him. After ten minutes of sucking, like Lazarus that dick rose from the dead. I got up and turned my back to him and pushed everything off his desk and said.  "Fuck me with your sweet dick Willie."

He crammed his dick in my tight virgin to Black cock pussy and launched a pure unadulterated fucking upon my pussy. Ramming in me deep and hard, giving my pussy his sweet treat. I clutched the front of the desk in order to allow him to do his work. I looked up and there were David, Gerald and Sammy standing in front of me stroking their dicks. I inched my way up to the front of the desk and started sucking dicks from left to right. I had David on my left, Gerald on my right and Sammy in the middle. After a few minutes of alternating dick sucking, I took Sammy in my mouth and stroked David with my left hand and Gerald with my right hand. Willie was fucking me with his sweet dick, showing me why they called him "Sweet Dick Willie." 

I felt cum oozing from Sammy's little dick, Gerald and David stood almost facing each other as I took both of their dicks in my mouth, as they stroked their dicks. I felt Willie slid his finger in my ass. I was hoping he wouldn't try to put that big ass dick in my ass, and thank God he didn't. My little White pussy was supplying Willie with a steady supply of lubrication. I released four orgasms on his dick, making it easy for him to go all the way in me. Meanwhile I remove a couple of ounces from Gerald's dick, followed by David's dick. Willie, like a fucking machine was still launching a rear attack on my pussy. 

Willie pulled out and walked in front of me and stroked his dick until his cum met my mouth; again I didn't let a drop go to waste. I got off the desk and walked over to David, he was sitting on the sofa. I turned my back to him and sat down on his 5 inches of thick dick. Willie had already made room for him; I slammed my pussy onto his dick and braced myself by placing my hands on his legs. I fuck him like that for a few minutes, I then put each of my legs on the outside of each of his legs, and my pussy was wide open. I leaned back against his chest. Gerald and Sammy were sucking on my nipples, sending me to another orgasm. This one brought out noises I've never heard before.

Willie walked over to his desk, when he returned he was holding KY jelly. He started acting like a director of a porno movie. He gave Sammy the jelly to lube his dick; He had me sit on Sammy's dick, taking it up my ass. My ass wasn't virgin, but it had been awhile. But I figured I could take Sammy's 4 inches. He slid it in and I sat in his lap. Gerald got on his knees in front of me and slid his dick in my pussy. I fucked them hard and fast and they returned the favor.Willie and David were giving my body a tongue bath and placing kisses all over me, as the two of them played with my pussy.  

This action created another eruption from juice valve. I could see my juices surrounding Gerald's dick as I watched it slide in and out of me. He pulled out of my pussy and stood up and initiated a dick fucking in my mouth. I leaned forward and captured his ass cheeks with both hands and forced all of him in my mouth. He took hold of my head and let his wad hit the back of my throat. Like a hungry person thankful for a meal, I lapped all the juices from his dick.

Sammy was trembling from the approach of his cum release; I jumped up and stroked him, releasing his load over my breast. I got down on my knees and begged David to fuck my pussy. He wasted little time in giving me what I wanted. With his hand on my left shoulder he fucked and spanked me. The pain of his hand slapping my ass, along with the pleasure of him deep in me, took me to my destination again. My body fell to the floor. With his legs between mine, he used them to spread my legs wide open; he lifts my ass up to meet his dick, as my breast rest on the carpet. 

He put a hand on each side of me and long stroked my pussy until is cum flooded my pussy. He pulled out and I felt the air rush up in me with my pussy gaped open. As my pusssy closed, the escaping sound of the air echoed throughout the room. I rolled over on my back, and peeping through the window were 4 other co-workers, each giving a thumbs up to my performance. 


Karma



Ilearned a valuable lesson from the "Bad Boys." When you play with fire sometime you get burned. That was the only time we hooked up at the office. I thought they would use me as their sperm bank for as long as I worked there. But I found out it wasn't about that for them. After I did what I did to Gerald, David and Sammy, they knew I would be coming after Willie. They wanted to teach me a lesson and at the same time show me they weren't all talk. We became good friends after that night. They still play poker once a week, but when I invite myself over we have poke-her night. You know they say be careful for what you ask for, because you just might get it and what goes around, comes around KARMA.



Karma



"Mommy, why was Uncle Sean bouncing on your bed last night. He was hurting you; I don't like Uncle Sean,"

My wife quietly tried to explain that he was mistaken, "It must have been a bad dream."

"I stood there and watched Mommy. I'm glad you hurt him too. I heard him cry when it hurt."

I carefully and quietly turned around and went back into the living room. Then I returned to the kitchen making noises. Jean was trying to silence our son, Tommy. "We'll talk about it later." she whispered as I walked into the room.

"I still don't like Uncle Sean!" he said.

"Why don't you like him?"

"Daddy, he was hurting Mommy."

"I don't think he would hurt Mommy. Maybe you did not understand what you saw. I will speak to Sean and tell him he is not allowed to hurt Mommy." I winked at her as I said it.

My name is Tom, Thomas Collins to be exact. My wife is Jean. Her twin sister Joan is married to Sean. We have a son Tom Jr. and a daughter Janet.

For some stupid reason I allowed myself to be talked into buying property and building a house next to Joan and Sean. It made Jean happy; but Sean always borrowed my tools and then "lost" them. Now it appeared that he was borrowing my wife too.

In order to afford the lifestyle we had it was necessary for me to work doubles sometimes at the factory. I tried to get Jean to cut back on her spending but she had to get the same things her sister did. Sean is a lawyer, Joan can afford nicer things. If Jean couldn't buy something she was a real bitch to me for forever.

Now I knew why she was able to do without sex for weeks at a time.

I regularly work second shift so overtime is on third. It was a week later that I was scheduled to work a double. I told the boss I was too tired to do it and went home on time. I parked the car at the end of our lane and walked in to the house. I quietly moved the porch furniture to block most of the front steps Tommy's skateboard was on the third step down; the front light does not illuminate that step or the next 4 very well. Then I went in the back door like I always do. I could hear the noises of passion from the bottom of the steps. After they were done the next words I heard devastated me.

She said, "Oh god, you are the best. To think that I was satisfied with Tom for all these years. The last 5 months have been heaven; I want to have your child."

I was bumping around in the kitchen making myself a sandwich when the wife appeared in the doorway holding her 22 pistol. About that time I heard the hinge squeak as the front door closed.

"Oh, it's you. Why aren't you at work?"

"I didn't feel well and came home."

"You should have called; someone could have picked you up."

"It wasn't that bad; I wouldn't have made it 8 hours though. Sorry to have frightened you, the car ran out of gas at the end of the lane and I had to walk in. I have a can for the mowers and will fill it in the morning. You know all the stations close at 10 around here; I was going to gas up in the morning on the way home."

"You know I need it to take Tommy and Jane to playtime and then go grocery shopping."

"OK, I will take care of it tonight. I only have about 2 gallons, you need to have it filled the rest of the way while you are out."

As I left the house I swung through the front yard, Sean was laying in a heap at the bottom of the steps. His clothes were beside him in a, not so neat, pile. I took them and walked to the car; it was low but not out of gas. I poured some gas in, making sure I splashed some down the side. I thought "She's gonna hate that, now she will need to wash it too."

As I drove in to the house I took notice that the car lights shone right into our bedroom window as I topped the rise and headed down toward the house. I also noticed that it took about 4 minutes before I was out back by the garage and out of the car.

The bedroom lights were on as I drove in.

I placed his clothes in a locked box in the shed and poured the rest of the gas into my mower. I locked the shed and headed to bed.

When I got to the bedroom the lights were out and she was asleep. Like I am going to believe that? No way in hell I will ever touch that skank again. (Author's note here: Spell check did not like the word SKANK; the first option was skunk. I almost used it.)

The sheets were changed, the room smelled of air freshener and the bathroom shower had just been used. Makes you wonder what she was trying to hide. Just to be mean I rolled toward her and started to act frisky. She acted like she woke up and shot me down; I could see the concerned look on her face as she did it.

The next morning all hell broke loose; Jane went out to walk the dog and found Uncle Sean lying at the bottom of the steps naked. He died of a broken neck. My wife seemed to take it harder than her sister did. She was now having nightmares and needed to take pills to get any sleep. 

The sisters spent less and less time together; when they were together they constantly argued. 

About 3 months later I found the results of a positive pregnancy test buried in the bottom of the bathroom trashcan. The box and instructions were nowhere to be found, just the test itself. I said nothing. For the last 2 months she was constantly trying to get me into bed. I was jerking off 3 to 4 times a day so it was no problem staying soft for her.

The next night I was scheduled to work a double again. Over the time I had been working doubles I cancelled overtime work every other or third month because I was too tired to work a double. That night when I came home I drove down the drive to the house

When I got to the back door it would not open. I never carry the key to the front door, so I was forced to call the house phone. After calling almost a dozen times she finally woke up and answered the phone.

I explained that the back door would not open and I needed to get in. 

There was a loud scream about 2 minutes later and a lot of bumping noises; then all was quiet. I threw a large rock through the patio door and entered the house. I always hated that door. She insisted we have one because her sister did.

I found my wife at the bottom of the steps out cold; the skateboard was under her at an odd, painful angle.

I called 911 and asked for an ambulance and police, then called her sister to let her know what happened. She came over to stay with the children who were now awake. As calmly as I could I told them their mother had fallen down the steps and needed to go to the hospital. I reassured them that she was still alive and breathing.

By the time she arrived at the hospital she had lapsed into a coma. Over the next few days the child miscarried and her body slowly shut down. The doctors blamed it on her head wounds and broken back. On the fourth day she died.

The police came around to investigate the 2 accidents. They talked to me first. All I did was repeat what I had been told about the investigations. When they spoke to Joan she got angry and said "How dare you bother that man, his wife died and he is grieving. His wife, my sister, was a slob her housekeeping was the worst. All she ever did was put things on the stairs and wait for them to be moved again. If there is any blame it is her and her lousy housekeeping. He worked his ass off for her and she was never satisfied."

I had 2 weeks of bereavement leave from work, including taking some of my vacation. 

The Friday before I was due back I overheard the children talking with their aunt, "Daddy needs to go back to work next week, and he is worried about us when he goes back. Can we stay with you while he works?"

Tommy spoke next "I threw out my skateboard and we have been keeping everything off the steps. Please let us stay with you."

"Let me think about it, OK? I will need to speak to your Dad too."

That evening after they were in bed she came into the den and sat near me so she would not need to speak loudly. "I knew Sean was slipping out of the house at night, I thought he was seeing the blond on the other side of us. He might have been, but I now know he was visiting my sister. I CAN NOT forgive them for what they have done to us. Maybe the ending was a little extreme and maybe you are not as innocent as it appears. I will never speak of that thought again, and will only say if you had anything to do with any of it you are forgiven. I realized shortly after we were married that Sean was a sleazeball of the highest order."

I opened my mouth to speak.

"Wait a minute, I am not done here." She said. "The Tom that I know is a good and honorable, God fearing man. I have envied my sister from afar for latching onto you. You did everything for her and then she chose to show you that kind of disrespect; it is unforgivable what she has done to you.

I would be honored if you were to allow me to care for the children. They have asked me to do it."

I just sat there stunned. Finally I spoke "It is best that we never speak of what you have mentioned again. If the wrong persons heard it there could be trouble for both of us.

I have admired you from afar also. The way you carried all of your problems is amazing. I have always been of the opinion that there was a bad side to Sean. I have seen the hurt in your eyes when he is near. You hid it well, but there were lapses for just a second every now and then.

I have been thinking about selling this house; there are too many bad memories here for me now. This house was always her idea; I went along because it made her happy. It is way more than we needed or could afford. If I were to move would you still want to care for the children?"

We sat in silence for again. Finally she said "I will follow you anywhere you want to go. I love those children as if they were my own. I wish to have children of my own one day but Sean was not the right man to have them with. I will live in the same house if that is your wish or we can buy places near each other; whatever is your wish I will gladly do."

I stopped working doubles, Joan moved into the guest room at our house. We took the children everywhere together. I notice that we slowly started the little touches that accompany familiarity. We would finish each other's sentences. There were little smiles and looks between us. The children started to slip and call her Mommy from time to time. At first they would apologize, Joan would smile and tell them it was not necessary to do so.

Then one night I was awakened by a body crawling into bed with me. "Is this alright, I am just so lonely tonight?"

I guess I was too. I woke the next morning to find us wrapped around each other. Before I thought about it I kissed her on the forehead and tried to get out to use the bathroom. 

"Are you coming back?" A sleepy voice asked. 

I had no answer at that time.

When I came back I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her. The same sleepy voice said "We can stay here as long as you wish or we can take a picture."

"Is this what you want? I know how I have been feeling about you lately. I am frightened that it is just an obsession because you remind me so much of your sister."

The most beautiful eyes opened, they sparkled, and they shone like spotlights in a darkened room. "I think we were married to the wrong people. We have lived together in the same house for too long now. If you are willing I would be thrilled to be your wife, if you are not willing to marry I will take this any way you would like."

This plain spoken woman could really make her feelings known. 

"Last night was the best I have slept in many years. I want to be your wife, your lover and your world. I don't think I am reading your eyes wrong every time you look at me; the children see it too. They ask when I can be their real Mommy, not just their Auntie Mommy. I want you to be the father of all my children."

"Joan, I believe I love you. After the betrayal I need to move slowly to be sure of what I want. If you want to sleep with me I would like that too. I don't know if I am ready for the next step though."

Tom, I will take anything you are willing to give. Just let me know when you want to move further."

It took every ounce of willpower I could muster to remain celibate with her in my bed. We woke every morning all tied in knots, she let me go each morning when I indicated to do so.

From time to time I heard the children asking when she could be their real Mommy. 

I needed my thoughts to be clear. I accepted an out of town assignment for 2 weeks. We talked each evening, all 4 of us that is. We all said "I love you" at the end of the calls. By the end of the second week I realized how badly I missed her, and of course the children too.

My return was a joyous occasion in the house. At supper we discussed life for those 2 weeks. I told her "We need to go shopping tomorrow; I have to get some things."

The next morning we all went to the mall, they did not appear to have what I wanted at Sears so we walked down the mall looking in all the windows. She gasped at the jewelry store window "That is the most beautiful ring I ever saw."

The jeweler happened to be there watching the mall traffic go by. He read her lips and pointed to the exact one she meant. I watched her eyes light up when he pointed.

We moved on to look in other windows. I needed to get to the home center at the other end of the mall and suggested she get some clothes for the children while I was gone. They spent a hour looking for just the right dress for Janet, and new dress slacks and shirt for Tommy. We met outside the department store art the time we had agreed on. I had my new drill in the bag.

We had lunch and went for a walk in the park. While the children were playing we sat on the bench together. I held her hand and said "I am sure that I want you as my wife, will you marry me?" I held out the most beautiful ring in the world. She was stunned.

The tears started to flow as she shook her head. "YES!" she whispered.

The children came flying back as she sobbed. 

"What's wrong Mommy?"

She shook her head and showed them the ring.

"We are going to be a real family!" I said. The jeweler was right when he said the ring would fit her perfectly.

We were soon married, my parents took the children for us while we honeymooned. Joan has no idea why Jean was so impressed with Sean. She told me "...he was smaller than you, sex with him was painful due to her being dry and him being rough, and he was always a one minute wonder." 

Our life was now all in order. We did sell both houses and buy a slightly smaller one on a much smaller lot. 10 acres at the old place was way too much.

After a year we were ready for another child; we had twins, a boy and a girl. We decided to see what the future would deliver and did not actively go after any more children but we never did anything to stop them either. We staggered 4 more over the next 10 years and decided that was enough.

Tommy is now 22 and engaged to be married. We sat down one day and he asked me about the day he saw Uncle Sean bouncing on the bed. He told me he now understands what he saw. We discussed what I felt to be betrayed that way. Having lived through it I doubt that he will ever cheat on his wife nor will he accept it from her. 

Tommy takes his responsibility of older brother very seriously. Before each of them got married he sat them down and told them the story of his mother and how her actions hurt the entire family. I can tell when he does it because they always come to me and hold me for the longest time.

I just tell them to be true to their families and love them forever.

I believe good and bad are revisited upon you 3 fold over what you give to others. It is karma.



Karma



Christy is a bitch. A gold plated, diamond studded, publicly certified bitch. She's also my wife.

At the time this incident started, I was doing some gardening, just trimming a few hedges. Christy, of course, was doing nothing, lying next to the pool in a micro bikini and enjoying the sun. Also making sure I was seeing what a fine figure she had.

I like sex. With my wife, I feel I should be entitled to enjoy it on a regular basis. Christy thinks otherwise. She sees sex as a weapon and a tool. She will use sex to get something she wants from me. Withhold it, if she thinks I'm being unreasonable. Not abiding by her least whim is considered unreasonable, so I'm missing out on a lot of sex.

I hate to say it, but she also has a nasty streak sometimes, taking petty revenge for imagined offences.

At times I wish I was more belligerent and forceful, making her toe the line, but I have always been conciliatory, trying to get things done by using logic and sweet reason, setting up win/win situations.

Unfortunately, that sort of approach doesn't work on someone who is totally self-centred.

While I was gardening, Mike from next door came wandering in. We chatted for a while and then he mentioned that he has a new car, a Bentley.

"I know," I said, nodding. "Christy mentioned it and I saw it in your driveway. Nice car."

"Yeah," drawled Mike. "Did you know that they give them six coats of paint? It makes it expensive to repair even the least little scratch."

"That's what insurance is for," I said, grinning. "Let them bear the burden occasionally."

"Would you believe some idiot rammed a shopping trolley along the side of it? I've got bloody great gouges right along three panels. Like you said, insurance will cover it, but it's a bloody nuisance."

"That's a bit rough," I sympathised. "No idea who the idiot was, of course."

"Actually, I do. It was your wife, Christy, and I'm told it was deliberate. Someone saw her."

I closed my eyes for a moment in sheer frustration, and then flicked a glance towards Christy. She was watching and listening, her ears practically flapping to catch every word. She noted the pair of us looking at her and smirked, defying us to prove it.  

I cast my mind back for any earlier interactions between Christy and Mike, and one promptly sprang to mind.

"Last week," I said. "You yelled at her that she was a selfish idiot and to turn down the damn radio before you came over and put your foot through it. This is her reply."

"That's what I thought," said Mike. 

"I assume you want me to settle the cost of repairs so you don't have to bother the insurance company," I said. "Let me know what the cost is and I'll let you have a cheque."

"It's not want I want, but I'll settle for that," grumbled Mike.

"Why, what do you really want?" I asked.

Mike flushed slightly and shook his head. 

"Let it go," he said.

Now I was intrigued. It had to be something concerning Christy. I pressed harder, wanting to know.

"If you must know, I'd like to see you give her a good hiding until her bottom is glowing a bright red, and then to fuck her so hard she walks with her legs parted for a week," Mike suddenly snarled. "I've just about had it with that woman."

I could hear Christy giggling in the background, and I could hear a muttered, 'as if," come from her direction.

I nodded thoughtfully, while considering Mike. He was big, fit and belligerent. An alpha male, who didn't take shit from anyone. I could see why he was a bit sore on the subject of Christy. Hell, I was a bit sore on that subject.

"Christy's comment is rude but accurate," I said quietly. "That's just not the way I operate. Of course, if you want to take matters into your own hands, I'd be quite happy to supervise to ensure that you only spank and fuck. No punching or brutality of any sort."

"What?" Mike seemed to have trouble hearing, so I repeated my offer.

"Are you crazy? She's your wife," Mike said.

"True," I said, and I let some ice creep into my voice. "But if you do this, it will give you some satisfaction, it will give me some satisfaction, quite a bit actually, and it will teach Christy that she can't get away with everything and expect no retribution. A valuable lesson for her. You might say it's a winning solution for all three of us."

"You have got to be kidding," said Mike, but I could see he was contemplating the idea.

"No, I'm not," I assured him. "I would make a couple of suggestions however. Rip that damned bikini right off before you start. You'll be able to gauge the redness of her bottom a lot better. And when you take her, do it doggy fashion. She thinks that's a humiliating position to be in."

"You realise that if I start to do this, I'm going to follow through and screw her senseless?"

"I suspect that won't take much doing. She can be awfully stupid when she wants to be. Your car, for example."

Christy was apparently dying to hear what we were saying, as we were currently talking too softly for her to hear. She languidly rose from where she was sunning herself and wandered in our directions.

"You two seem to be discussing the cares of the world," she said. "What's the problem."

"No problem," I said. "Mike was just telling me how you scratched up his car. He was asking for permission to spank you and fuck you crazy to teach you a lesson. I told him certainly, have at it."

Turning to Mike, I added, "She's all yours, Mike. Have fun."

Christy looked stunned, as well she might. Mike, on the other hand, was suddenly smiling in a very nasty way, as he looked at Christy. Where self-preservation is concerned, Christy was right up to the mark. She turned and bolted for the house.

At least she tried to turn and her feet were moving fast, but she herself wasn't. Mike had one hand clamped on her arm and was easily holding her still. He apparently took my instruction regarding the bikini literally, and his free hand closed over the top and with one jerk it was gone. For some reason he left the bottoms alone.

With Christy yelling and wriggling in his grip he walked over to the bench next to the pool, sat, and pulled Christy sprawling across his knee. Catching her wrists, he pinned them in the middle of her back, easily holding her in place. Then his hand came down with half a dozen hard spanks. 

With the first spank, Christy shrieked and swore. As the spanks continued the swearing stopped and the pleading started. After the sixth, Mike paused.

"OK, Christy," he told her. "I think we're both nicely warmed up. You won't need these for the rest of this."

As soon as Christy felt her bikini pants heading towards her ankles her yelling and wriggling started up again. Maybe she thought that Mike was now about to ravish her. She should be so lucky. As soon as the pants were gone, Mike resumed the spanking. From the startled scream after the first spank, it seemed that Christy truly had thought the spanking was over, and was freshly horrified to find it just beginning.

I have to give Mike full marks for a well applied spanking. As I watched, Christy's bottom took on a nice red flush, evenly applied over her entire bottom. Then the flush gained a deeper colour as Mike went back over his territory to make sure he hadn't missed anything.

There came a point when Mike seemed to feel he had the subject of the bottom well and truly covered. Pausing in his efforts, he told Christy to move her legs further apart. She was silly enough to ask why, and a fast slap on her bottom told her. She obediently moved her legs further apart. And even further at a growl from Mike.

Mike now resumed his spanking, but now with a different target. His hand was firmly slapping against Christy's pussy, warming it up and letting her know that further action was coming. It was plain to me that Mike wasn't slapping Christy's pussy with anything like the spanks her bottom received, but her piteous wails made it sound as though she was being severely flogged.

I'm not saying that Christy was finding the whole thing exciting, but her pussy was now so wet that I'll swear that Mike's hand was actually splashing before he finished tenderising her lips.

Finally satisfied with his efforts, Mike swung Christy to her feet, facing him. She stood there, just staring at him, eyes wide, completely naked, nipples erect, legs apart and pussy wet and ready, a picture of lust.

"Undo my trousers," came the quiet command and Christy hastened to obey, unbuckling, unzipping and pulling them quickly down.

Then she hastily stood again, in the same position as before, with a slight change in that her eyes were now staring at Mike's erection with a look of horrified anticipation.

Mike pointed at the grass.

"Down there, on all fours," he ordered.

Christy managed a single "but" only to see Mike straighten slightly with a hard look, and she scrambled to do as she was told, kneeling on all fours with her breasts swaying gracefully below her.

Mike knelt down behind her, moving her lips apart while he edged his cock up to them. Christy was craning her head around, trying to see what he was doing, eyes wide and staring. As soon as he was in position Mike thrust hard, taking Christy with a single movement. 

Christy squealed and jerked her head forward, seeming to settle slightly in anticipation. Whatever she was anticipating, I'm sure it came true with a vengeance. Mike's hands circled her and clasped her breasts, and then he started pounding into her, battering a pussy that had already received a nice paddling. 

Christy started off squealing in protest, but it wasn't long before she was squealing in excitement, and she was desperately pushing against Mike at each thrust, eager to take him in. It was almost humiliating to see how strongly she reacted to him, but I found that I could bear it stoically. 

I don't think for one moment that Mike cared if Christy had an orgasm or not. He was just pounding her, having his way with her, to teach her a badly need lesson. Unfortunately, he was a bit too skilled with his chosen weapon, and Christy was screaming through a climax long before he had finished. She was actually starting her second before he came hammering home.

When the little lesson was complete, I ordered Christy to go and tidy herself up. I'd speak to her later about the damage she'd caused to the car, I told her.

Mike was a little embarrassed after she left, but I was quick to reassure him. She'd really needed that sort of lesson, I assured him. 

"Just let me know the cost of repairs and I'll attend to it," I told him. "I'll be taking the money out of Christy's allowance anyway, so it's not going to worry me."

After Mike had gone, I contemplated the future. I'd already spoken to my lawyer about a divorce, and he was pretty sure that the pre-nup Christy had signed would hold up. So was I, especially now that I had a few choice photos showing how she had been unfaithful to me. I was surprised that neither of them had noticed I had my smartphone with me.

Karma can be a bitch, especially when you're one yourself.



Karma



Author's Note: Two things about this story. One, if this story seems familiar to you, it is possible you have seen it before. A couple of months ago some lit authors got together for an anonymous writers challenge. We could not use our names and all stories went into the little read chain story category. After the contest I pulled the story and am now releasing it under my name and in its proper category of Mature. Second point is ever since I wrote Home is Where The Heart is, people have been asking me to do another story that focused more on romance than taboo, or hardcore erotica. "Home" was a very different story for me and I did not think I had another one in me, but my muse said otherwise and here is my second attempt to show off my softer side. On that note, keep in mind that being a bit of a romance it takes a while to get to the fun stuff. I hope you enjoy. LC68 





I sat on the couch waiting to hear the tell tale creak of the stairs signaling my landlords inevitable visit. Toying with the locket my mother had given me four years ago on my sixteenth birthday; I stared at the two suitcases on the floor, hoping I wouldn't need them. I shouldn't have to; after all I was a big believer in my namesake and had been doing all the right things. I was a full time student; worked four mornings a week at the diner, didn't party like many of my girlfriends, and was proud to be referred to as a prude rather than a slut by the asshole frat boys at school. 

My grades were good; I was responsible, reliable and had my own place. Well now it was my own place, which was the problem. Up until two weeks ago, I had shared the cute little two-bedroom apartment with my former best friend Jen. Former because she had dropped the bomb on me she was moving out to go live with her boyfriend. Not so bad, if she hadn't meant that night, and worse, stiffed me her half of the rent due the next day. 

Because wait staff received tips, state law only required we be paid two fifty an hour. Billy, the owner of Kim's Kitchen, was a sport and paid us an extra dollar an hour so between hourly and tips I had been able to pay my half of the five hundred dollar a month rent. I had given Hal my half on the first and told him the story, but he was unsympathetic and started on about how easy he could get somebody else to take the apartment seeing it was only two blocks from the university. 

I had to all but beg him to give me a little time and he said he would give me a week to get the other half or get a roommate. I'd put an ad on every bulletin board at school, but had no takers and I'd had to buy books for the semester with the last of my savings. The money accessible money I had left from mom's life insurance had been used to fix the transmission in my car only to have the motor blow a month later. Per mom's will, her attorney would use the rest of the money only to pay my tuition each year.

I had tried to get some of it to get a cheap used car and he seemed to sincerely feel bad for me, but said his hands were tied. It would be a waste of time to ask for help with the rent. My stomach twisted at the sound of the steps creaking from beyond my front door. I held my breath then released it when the footsteps passed my room and headed down the hallway. I had no idea what to tell Hal and truth was he could have the place rented before my bed grew cold. 

Hal had a deal with the school that students received a discount from him and the school paid the rest, which was covered in my tuition. This allowed him to charge close to a thousand dollars a month for what really was only worth what we paid. But the lease stated in order to get that discounted rate the rent could not be more than three days late. If this had happened early in the semester I could have found a roomie easily, but this far in everyone was settled in. 

I looked down at the locket I'd been fondling and felt that all too familiar burning sensation in my eyes, I glanced over at the cheap end table I had bought at a yard sale and looked at the picture of mom and I taken at my high school graduation. 

Mom hadn't come from the best of stock as she'd put it and I was the first in her family to finish high school. The fact I'd graduated with honors and was now in college was a source of great pride for her and she would tell anyone who would stand still long enough about it. Mom had quit school, but when I was barely a year old earned her GED and through a state program to help young mother's received a bachelor of science in hospitality, which had led to her running a local Marriott. 

Mom was making good money, but tended to spend it, mostly on spoiling me and going on cruises. She had some money put away, but not much. After all she probably figured she had plenty of time to do that. She certainly hadn't planned on being diagnosed with stage four liver cancer at the age of thirty five. She had passed away six months later, mercifully quick according to the doctors who said she suffered much less that way. 

I'd sat and cried by her side and told her many times she was too young, but mom's response had been because of her past many people had though she would never make it past eighteen so for her the last eighteen years had been a bonus. She had made me promise to graduate and continue to do the right things because good things came to people who did them. That's why she had named me...

"Carmen!" 

The voice from the other side of the door startled me and was followed by a loud knock. Dropping the charm back against the old baggy Nickelback t-shirt I was wearing, I called out "Coming!"

I took a deep breath and crossed the room on trembling legs. I paused in front of the door and flipping my long brown hair back out of my face, squeezed my locket for luck and opened the door.

"Hey were you sleeping?" Hal asked without so much as a hello, "I knocked twice."

"Oh," I gave him a nervous laugh while stepping back to let him into the living room, "Guess I was just kind of zoning on the couch."

"Zoning or boning?" he leered at me.

Saying Hal was a pervert was like saying the sun was warm. He blatantly stared at every girl in the building and was always making lewd remarks. Most of the time it was under his breath, but he had been pretty forward with me in our last conversation and was already starting in, probably because he knew I was in a bind and wouldn't say anything. As if to enforce my point he had turned around to look at me and was staring at my legs. I was wearing a pair of loose jogging shorts, which combined with my mussed hair and unflattering t-shirt, left me feeling far from sexy, but he was all but licking his lips. 

"I told you before, I don't have a boyfriend." I told him as I walked past him.

I could feel his eyes on me and knew they were glued to my ass. What he was seeing I had no idea. I was on the thin side, but had run track throughout high school. I knew my legs and ass were my best feature body wise, which was good compensation for the fact I didn't have a whole lot on top. But I doubted the shorts were showing anything. 

"Oh? Cute little thing like you? Why not?"

"I need to work and study, no time for that right now." Sitting down, I pointed at the old armchair across from the couch, "Would you like to sit?"

"I own the place kid, I don't need your permission." He smirked, "So you play a lot of sticky finger?"

"What's that mean?" I widened my big brown eyes, feigning ignorance.

"Oh come on!" he waved his hand at me, "You know."

I shook my head and shrugged and he rolled his eyes. He didn't sit, but instead walked over to the couch until he was only an arm's length from me. Hal was a big guy, around six feet, with broad shoulders and what at one point, was probably a decent set of arms. But his gut hung past his belt and his arms appeared to have as much flab as muscle. His face was always red and he was sporting a pretty decent whiskey bloom as my mother had always referred to the tell tale sign of a serious drinker. 

I could smell beer on his breath now and his eyes seemed brighter than usual. That explained his more forward behavior and I did the best I could to try not to look nervous. I wasn't worried he would hurt me, but I doubted I would get any leeway in his current state.

"Well maybe you kill a lot of batteries instead; I forget you girls watch as much smut as guys these days."

"I don't watch..."

"Whatever, your goody two shoes bullshit doesn't fool me. The nicest girls are always the biggest sluts." He paused, waiting for me to bite, but I let it go. He frowned, then with the grin returning shrugged, "Anyway Carmen."

"Karma." I corrected him.

"What?" he asked, while wiping at his watery blue eyes.

"My name isn't Carmen, its Karma."

"Like Sutra."

"Like what comes around goes around." I said with an edge in my voice.

"Ohh, feisty! I like that!" he laughed and I sighed, realizing I should just say as little as possible.

"Well let's see if you're a feisty girl who has the rent."

"I..." As always my hand found my locket, trying to draw strength from it, "I'm sorry Hal, but I don't."

"I gave you an extra week kid." He spread his arms, "You work don't you?"

"Yes, but I had to pay off my books and I have to eat and do laundry and..."

"Maybe you should get another job." The leer was back, "stead of serving coffee you should be showing some of that cute little body of yours and making some real money."

"I'm not like that. But I promise I can have half again on the first and I'm looking for a roommate and..."

"The first? Kid, you think you're going to live here for half?"

"I promise I'll catch up!' My voice cracked and I wanted to kick myself for showing I was nervous.

"You can't pay current never mind catch up and I can have my full rent in no time, I have a waiting list for this place."

"But the students are all set until next semester."

"I don't have to rent to students; I can get full boat from people who work at the school too."

"Please give me some more time Hal, I'll figure something out!"

He sighed as if I was getting to him and lowered his voice, "Look Carmen, you seem like a good kid, but..."

"Karma." I said automatically.

"What's with that weird name anyway?" 

"It meant something to my mother."

"Speaking of your mother, why not get the money from her?"

"Because she passed away a year ago." 

"Shit don't I feel like a fucking asshole?" he looked like he genuinely felt bad and as bad as it was, I tried to push that advantage.

"My mom named me Karma, because she always believed good things come to people who do good things." 

"Do a good deed and get one in return you mean?" he asked, rubbing one of his two chins. 

"Exactly." I gave him a big smile and deliberately widened my already large expressive eyes, "So if you were to be a good guy and give me a break then maybe something good will happen to you!"

"I like that idea" He returned the smile, flashing his nicotine stained teeth. 

Releasing the locket, I felt my stomach unclench itself, "Good, so I can stay?"

"Sure." He said cheerily, "But seeing you need the good deed from me, you should be the one doing one, right?"

"Um, well...." My stomach immediately began to tighten again. 

"And I think you know what you could do for me." Stepping up to the couch so his crotch was directly in front of me he placed his hand on his zipper. 

"I don't do those things." I said, shaking my head.

"You don't suck cock? Give me a break kid, I don't buy you're a twenty year old virgin."

"I'm not, but I...I don't just do that stuff." 

"Stuff? Grow up honey, it's called a blow job." 

My cheeks became warm and he laughed as I blushed. "Man you are a good girl aren't you?"

"I am and that's why I won't do it."

"But it's a good deed to get one remember?"

"It's disgusting." I pointed at the door, "Get out."

"Get out? Kid you don't own the place, I do, and you're late enough for me to kick you out."

"It's blackmail." I crossed my arms and gave my hair a toss.

"Whatever," he unzipped his fly. "Listen Karma, you take care of me, I'll take care of you."

"This how you get your kicks?" I asked, staring him in the eye.

"Not usually; the other girls pay their rent, besides they're slutty and I like slutty, but getting a little prude like you to suck my cock would be a lot more fun."

"I won't..."

"Would it be so bad?" he waved at the apartment, "This is a nice place kid, and you could stay here and all it would take is you getting on your knees and being a bad little girl for a few minutes. Come on, you know you've sucked cock before."

I didn't reply and had to force myself not to grab the locket again. I kept my hands folded in my lap and found myself staring at his crotch. Appalled at what was going on, I turned my head and was now staring at the suitcases. I had nowhere to go. My friends either lived in the dorm or apartments like this where it was against the rules to have other people move in. Where would I end up?

"That's right." Hal said softly as if reading my thoughts, "You'll be on the street and let me tell you, what I'll ask you to do will be nothing compared to what you'll end up doing when the pimps find you."

I looked back at his crotch and to my dismay, began to think about it. I didn't have a lot of experience. My first time wasn't until a month after my eighteenth birthday and I had been dating Roger for over a year before we did it. I'd been with two guys since, both of which I'd dated a few months. 

But I'd gotten no complaints from any of them and had to admit I enjoyed oral sex, but I had liked them and they had been good to me. Hal was an old fat asshole who would probably go around telling his friends all about how he got sucked off by the little whore who couldn't pay her rent. 

I swallowed hard and told myself I could do it, he'd probably go off in two minutes. It would buy me time to find a roommate and...

"Tell you what, honey," Hal leaned over and I flinched as he brushed my long hair away from my neck so he could speak in my ear. "I'll make a deal with you. You take care of me once a week and you can stay here by yourself and just pay me half for as long as you want."

"I..." I turned my head to look at him,

"I mean it; think about it, not only staying, but the whole place is yours. All you have to do is play around with me on Friday nights and we have a deal, how's that sound?"

I released a startled yelp when he grabbed my wrist and pulling my arm up, placed my hand on his crotch. I could feel he was hard through his baggy jeans and noticed he wasn't small. 

"Easy, Karma," he let my hand go, "I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to have fun with you." He tried what he probably considered a sexy smile, "It can be fun, trust me those kids you've been with don't know what to do with a hot little thing like you."

I forced myself to keep my hand on his dick and reaching out with the other, grabbed the snap of his jeans.

"That's a good girl" he told me. "I knew you were a smart kid."

My hands were trembling and I tried to work myself up to pull his pants down and get this over with. I began to tug on his jeans and turning my head away I sought out the suitcases as an inspiration to do what I had to. Instead, my eyes found the picture of mom. I recalled her telling me of her troubled past and some of the terrible things she had done to get by. Removing my hands I shook my head. 

"Kid, this is your last chance." He said in a tone that told me he wasn't kidding.

"You know." I fought to keep my voice steady. "Like I said what comes around goes around and if you make me do this then something bad might...."

"Karma, the only thing that should be cumming around is my cock all over your pretty face, now we both know you need this, so stop pretending you're not going to do it."

I looked up into his eyes and taking a deep breath braced myself for what was to come and began to slide off the couch. 

*****

"Excuse me, Miss?"

I jumped at the sound of the voice in front of me, and then released a sound somewhere between a squeal and a scream at the feeling of someone grabbing my shoulder. Before my eyes were completely open I was bringing up the small can of pepper spray I'd fallen asleep with in my hand.

"Whoa!" The man, who to my chagrin was a police officer, raised his hands, "Easy Miss, I didn't mean to startle you."

"I...I'm sorry sir." I exclaimed, putting the spray down next to me on the bench I'd chosen as my bed last night.

"That's okay." He said, "I shouldn't have touched you, but you know you're not supposed to be sleeping here, right?"

"I know." I gave a small shrug, "But I got thrown out of my apartment last night and I really don't have anywhere to go."

"Last night?"

"Yes, I...I couldn't pay my rent." And had decided not to offer services for it I added to myself.

Hal had stared in disbelief when I'd stood up from the couch and grabbing my suitcases took them into the bedroom and began throwing my clothes and other small belongings into them. He watched me pack, probably hoping I would change my mind and when I dragged the suitcases past him and tossed my keys at him he declared, "You'll be back you little slut and you better be crawling because it'll save you the time to get on your knees for me."

I'd resisted the urge to tell him to go fuck himself. I was raised better than that. Well, okay, my throat was so tight I was afraid I would cry and wouldn't give him that satisfaction. I'd lugged the suitcases down the road and past the university, heading for the diner, figuring that wherever I stopped for the night I wanted to be close to work. When I could no longer keep the cases off the ground I spotted the benches in front of the Hilton and sat down planning on just catching my breath.

But by then it had been after eleven and the street was quiet and I'd decided to close my eyes and see if I could sleep. After all benches and I were about to become good friends. 

"What's your name, miss?" 

"Karma, sir." 

"Well Karma, you certainly don't look like the usual type I find on the benches, but I still have to tell you to leave. The manager of the hotel saw you and called it in." he shrugged, "They're pretty snooty around here." 

"Sorry." I said meekly and slipping the spray into the pocket of the jeans I'd slipped on over my shorts grabbed the handles of the suitcases. "I...I won't do it again."

"You really have nowhere to go? No family or friends?"

"No family and my friends can't let me stay, they all live on campus."

"Well I wouldn't suggest sleeping on benches. You'll get arrested in the decent parts of town and that would be a good thing compared to what might happen if you sleep in the park or other parts of town."

"I...I don't know where to go!" I fought to keep from sobbing, how the hell was this happening to me?

"There's a woman's shelter over on Elmwood Avenue. They might be able to find you a place." He watched as I nodded dumbly still wondering if this wasn't just a bad dream, then asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"No." My stomach reaffirmed that response with an ominous grumble and it hit me I had been too nervous to eat dinner last night and had not thought to grab any food from the cupboard.

"Well Crossroads is only a few blocks that way," he pointed across the street. "They serve a hot breakfast and dinner."

"A soup kitchen." I said softly my eyes filling up. "I can't eat there."

"You don't look like you've ever had to, but it's a meal."

"I just...can't." 

"Your choice Karma," he shrugged, "But let me tell you something, humble pie is a lot more filling than chewing on your pride."

His words stung and his face had changed from one of sympathy to a slight smirk. Probably thinking I felt I was better than my circumstances. I nodded and standing, grabbed the suitcases. 




Karma



"Thank you for your help." I told him, "I..."

I stopped and my eyes widened as his words echoed in my head; humble pie, pie...

"Shit!" I exclaimed, digging my phone out of my pocket and looking at the time.

"What's the matter?"

"Oh no!" 

It was eight fifteen and I was supposed to be in work for seven. Since my car shit the bed, I'd been busing and was late almost every day and Billy kept threatening to fire me. Even if a bus drove by me right now it would have to go downtown first and I would get there well after nine. 

"What is it?" The officer repeated.

"I overslept and I'm late for work!" 

"You work?" he raised his eyebrows skeptically.

"Yes!" I snapped, "I know what you probably think of me, but I'm not like the rest of the people with no place to go, I go to school too!"I fought back another frustrated sob, "I'm going to get fired!"

"Where do you work?"

"Kim's Diner and its ...."

"I'll give you a ride, how's that?" 

"You will?" I asked, surprised.

"Sure," he nodded, "I know everyone thinks cops are around just to write tickets and act like jerks, but we are here to help when we can and at least I can help you, most people in your place I can't."

"Thank you officer!" I had to resist the urge to hug him, "This means so much!"

"Well," he gave me a wink, "I figured with a name like yours it can't hurt to be nice to you," 

It was eight thirty five when I got dropped off by the officer who'd told me his name was Rob and also let me know that Crossroads had beds, but they were first come first serve and they may be full. That thought caused another feeling of the surreal; a homeless shelter? Nevertheless, I thanked him and after I got my bags out of the back seat, started to walk towards the entrance to the diner. I stopped when it dawned on me how it would look; coming in with the suitcases.

Ducking into the alley alongside the diner I walked around to the back and was relieved to see the back door was open to let some air in. I entered quickly and saw my luck had held out. Billy was busy in front of the huge grill and while his back was to me, I moved as quickly as I could across the room until I had reached the storage room. I slipped inside and closing the door fumbled around in the dark until I found the string attached to the lone bulb that lit the room.

Placing my grey suitcase on a box I opened it and removed the less wrinkled of my three black Kim's Diner t-shirts and stuck my name tag to it. I stripped last night's clothes off and pulled on my black jeans. I tugged the shirt over my head and frowned as I caught a whiff of something funky. I rolled my eyes when I discovered it was under my arms that smelled funky. 

Grabbing my deodorant the thought of where the hell was I going to shower tried to creep into my head. Talk about taking the little things for granted. With that in mind I took a minute to plug my lap top and phone into the outlet behind one of the long unused racks and closed the lid of the suitcase over them. Picking up a couple of empty boxes that I swore had been there since I started two years ago, I placed them on top of the case and shoved the other behind the rack. 

I let my hair out of its pony tail and trying not to think about the fact I hadn't washed it since the night before last, I peeked out of the room. Billy was now at the tall counter and yelling at Maria that the eggs had been there so long they were turning into chickens. Exiting the room, I closed the door and walked quickly up behind Billy as if I had just come in. 

"Morning!" I declared with false cheer.

Billy turned around and seeing me began to clap, "Way to go kid, you actually made it!"

"I'm sorry! I missed the first bus and..."

"Karma for the last two months you've been late more than you're on time." He pointed out while wiping his greasy hands off on an apron that looked as if it hadn't seen a washing machine in this decade. 

"I know, I promise it won't..." I stopped when he made a farting sound with his lips.

"Man if I had a buck for every time you said that, look, I like you, the other girls like you and the customers like you," he grinned, "Especially one in particular."

"Oh, stop that!" I waved my hand, "I could be his daughter."

"If I could I'd be all over a girl my daughter's age," he sighed, "But I suppose only way that would happen is if I paid for it."

"Well," I started to walk past him, "Let me get out there and..."

I stopped when Billy put his hand up.

"Seriously Karma, it's not fair to Maria and Pat. I start you at seven because from seven to nine is our busiest time. We were so jammed today I had to go out and pour some coffee. Now I think we both know, no one wants to see my ugly ass out there."

"I'll be on time." I said, "You have my word."

"Until tomorrow." He shook his head, "I'm thinking of cutting one of your weekday shifts, Maria could use more hours and..."

"No please don't!" I couldn't lose any hours, my only hope of getting a place was to try to bank my pay and somehow live on as little as possible. "I really need the money!"

"Then you should be on time! Christ, you're over an hour late."

"I'll do better! I...I'm living closer now."

"You moved?" he narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm over near...the Hilton!"

"But you were even later today," he pointed out.

"Different route, this bus runs later and..."

He was staring down at me and had crossed his arms over his chest. His body language was trying to tell me he was still mad, but his eyes didn't seem as angry.

"Please Billy?" I pushed my lip out into a pout, "Please give me another chance?"

"Don't do that!" he snapped.

"Do what?" I made my already big brown eyes even wider.

"You know, that's not fair!"

"I don't know what you mean, but I'm awfully sorry Billy, please, please?" I was now using a little girl voice and with a disgusted grunt he threw his thumb over his shoulder,

"Get your ass out there and you better be on time tomorrow!" 

"Thank you!" I stood up on my toes and gave him a peck on his unshaved cheek before heading past him,

"Well at least I can tell people a girl half my age kissed me today," he muttered.

"And for free," I added then quickly scooted through the swinging door and out into the diner.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in." Pat said from behind the cash register as I walked up to the counter. 

"Yeah, I know, I'm late."

"And you do look like the cat dragged you in," she grinned at me, "You're a mess honey, was he worth it?" 

"I was alone last night." I told her while grabbing menus to take over to a couple who were just sitting down.

"Please, over an hour late, no makeup, hair's a mess." She laughed, "It's been a long time, but I remember those nights."

"Um, sure." I shrugged, "You're right I stayed out all night. He gave me a ride in," I winked "and dropped me off!"

Pat laughed and gave me a smack on my ass when I walked by her and started over to the couple. 

"Too late sweetie," Maria, smirked cutting in front of me and heading over to the table that was in my section.

"Number twelve is mine," I said just loud enough for her to hear.

She turned around so quickly I almost bumped into her and stuck her finger in my chest, "Not when you're an hour late sweetie. Your ass should have been fired, but I guess Billy likes looking at your cute little ass."

"No, it's because I..."

"I had to cover your section for the last hour and I'm taking this one too. I can't get any more hours cause of you so I may as well get some extra tips seeing you can't tell time."

She turned away and I noticed the people at a couple of tables near us were staring at me. I gave them a forced smile as if nothing were wrong and headed back to the counter.

"What's wrong with her?" I asked Pat.

"She is." She laughed, "You know Maria, not happy less she's not happy."

I looked around and seeing the diner was a slower than usual for this time of day. rolled my eyes. I needed my tips now more than ever. Well I hadn't been kidding I would be closer to work from now on, the shelter was only a few blocks away if I could bring myself to go there. Grabbing a towel from under the counter I gave it a squirt of Windex and started wiping the already clean countertop for something to do.

"Besides," Pat continued, "You were really late today and the place was swamped just before eight."

"Looks dead now." I glumly surveyed the mostly empty diner. 

"It was a bunch of people all heading off on a tour or something. But you know why I really think Maria is mad?"

"Why's that?" 

"Well," Pat began with a big grin, "It's just before nine and I think Maria thought she would get a chance to serve your best regular."

"Joe?" I was confused, "Why is that a big deal?"

"Karma, are you really that naïve?" she paused then with a laugh placed her hand on my arm, "Never mind, I forget you really are oblivious."

"Thanks," placing the rag under the counter I started checking the salt and pepper shakers along the counter. 

Apparently with nothing else to do at the moment Pat followed me.

"Don't take it the wrong way; I think its part of what makes you so sweet. So do you want to know?"

"You're going to tell me anyway."

"Of course I am, when you get to be on the wrong side of sixty like me all you have is gossip."

"So cluck away then," I told her while opening a couple of jars of sugar to refill them. 

"Honey, Joe's about five years older than Maria, he's good looking, he's a nice guy, he makes damn good money and ever since his wife past two years ago Maria's been trying to line him up in her sights."

"Oh." I nodded while pulling the bag of sugar out from under the counter and trying to pour it into the jar without spilling any. "So why be rude to me?"

"Joe asks for you specifically and that pisses her off because you have no interest and she does."

"So what am I supposed to do, let her take care of him?"

"No, he's been coming here since the place opened, hell Billy's daughter Kim used to wait on him and his wife everyday and she moved to Florida had to be almost twelve years ago. He's Billy's best customer, rumor has it he even helped him get the loan he needed a few years back to stay open, who Joe wants, Joe gets."

"That must suck, coming here alone and missing his wife every day." I rolled my eyes looking at the sugar all over the counter. "Don't know if I could do it."

"You're seeing it wrong, he had good memories with her here and its how he keeps them alive." She sighed, "Remember you're talking to someone who lost their husband five years ago."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to sound like a jerk."

"You're not and I'm sure you have things that make you smile and think of your mom." Pat put her arm around my shoulders and said softly, "She's proud of you Karma, school, work and you're the sweetest girl I know."

"I'm sure she would be proud of these days," I muttered slipping out from under her arm.

"As long as you do the right thing she will."

That caused me to pause. Pat was right, Mom would be more proud of me sleeping on a bench than blowing some pervert in trade for rent. 

"Thanks Pat."

"For what?" 

"For what you said, I needed that."

"Okay, glad I could help." She stopped as Maria bustled past us, giving us her best, "Must be nice to stand there and do nothing look" when she'd past, Pat continued, "But you never let me finish. Maria is mad at you because you're young, you're pretty, all the customers like you; especially the guys and" she winked, "Especially Joe."

"You too?" I waved my hand at her, "Billy made that same crack, Joe just likes to chat with me, he doesn't want to you know, do anything with me."

"Don't be so sure, Karma. He's single now, in his late forties, money, he's the perfect sugar daddy type."

"Joe's not like that." I snapped, "He's a good man, not some pig."

Pat smiled causing her brown eyes to all but disappear in the wrinkles that action caused. 

"Hmm, maybe it's not just Joe that has some feelings."

"Not true." I told her, making sure I said it calmly, "I like him as a friend. He came to my mom's wake and funeral and sent flowers too. He's just a nice guy, why doesn't anyone ever think someone can just be nice?"

"Because we've been around longer than you, but like I said, stuff like that is what makes you so adorable." She shook her head, "And I was only kidding earlier, I know you weren't out screwing or on some bender, you were probably up all night studying."

"I might have been with a guy." I gave my head a shake," I am cute you know."

"Nope, you have no boyfriend and would never just hop in bed with someone you just met. Am I right?"

"Right." I shrugged, "What can I say, I'm a prude."

"Nah, just a nice girl." Pat laughed again, "So I guess you prove your own point you make me believe you're that nice."

"Lead by example I guess."

"And just so you know, if Joe was interested it doesn't mean he's not nice. It means he's a nice guy who is into a nice girl."

"Joe's way too old for..."

"Watch it honey, I got fifteen years on Joe."

"Okay, sorry." 

We both looked up at the bells jingling, signaling the door opening and Joe walked in.

"Nine o'clock on the dot." Pat said, "For over ten years you can set your clock by him." she nudged me with her elbow, "You could learn from that you know."

She released an exaggerated sigh, "I wouldn't mind being Joe's second wife that's for sure, but I'm thinking he's looking to go younger these days."

I ignored her remark and watched Joe make his way through the diner. Despite the heat he was wearing a suit as he did every day. This one was basic black accompanied by a tie of the same color. The shirt however was a stunning shade of teal that seemed flashy for a guy in his late forties, but he pulled it off. Aside from the shirt everything about Joe was old fashioned and professional. 

His shoes were always polished, his salt and pepper hair, which these days was leaning more towards salt, was brushed back with nary a hair out of place. He was always freshly shaved and his tie impeccably knotted even though he didn't go in until after ten these days. Something told me the tie was knotted well before he left his house and stayed that way until he got home.

"Hey Joe," Maria called out, "Got an empty table for you right here," she followed that comment with a big smile as she leaned over and wiped the already clean table off.

That move caused her more than ample chest to almost fall out of the low cut black shirt she was wearing.

"Guess she's trying to interest him in today's special." Pat chuckled. 

"Hey Pat, how about some more coffee?" A voice called from the other end of the counter.

"Well gotta run, just watch the look on Maria's face when she gets blown off cause he don't want to be blown off."

Pat turned around and grabbing a pot of coffee headed down the other end.

"Jeez Karma, I think you scared away the business." Billy said, leaning his forearms on the window he placed orders on. Maybe you're bad Karma today."

"You've said that a hundred times, since I've worked here," I said without looking at him.

"Well do something good for once and I'll change it, how's that?"

I resisted replying to him. It wasn't about not giving him the satisfaction, but I knew he did it as part of his grouch persona he worked hard to keep up. He started to say something and I said, "Yes sir, sorry sir, don't beat me sir."

That got a few laughs from the regulars at the counter, but I was watching Joe saying something to Maria. She was leaning with one hand on the table, thrusting her hip up while pushing her chest out. Joe flashed the big easy smile that was always either on his face or looking as if it were about to be. He said something to her and gestured towards the counter. 

Maria looked over at me and if looks could kill my ass would be six feet under. But when she looked back at him, she gave him a smile and nodded okay. Joe approached the counter and as he sat down, I walked over to begin our morning ritual. 

"Must be nine," I said, "You wouldn't be here a minute before or after. So," I gave a mock sigh, "Whatever will it be today?"

"Hmm," Joe made a show of perusing the menu as if he were going to order something different. "Well now the special looks good; prime rib hash what do you think?"

"Nope, that's how Billy gets rid of the prime rib he doesn't sell for dinner the night before."

"Oh." He nodded, "Good looking out as you kids say. Well I guess that means I'll go with..." he closed the menu and laughed, "The sunrise special."

"Wow, you haven't had that since yesterday," turning I yelled, "Billy, Joe just ordered."

"Sunrise special coming up!" Billy shouted back.

"And to drink?" I raised my eyebrows.

"I think I'll have a cup of me, how's that?" 

"Not funny today, or yesterday or a year ago." I told him, "You need new material or at least one other joke."

"Keep it up the joke will be your tip young lady." He said, his blue eyes twinkling, "So how's things?"

"Same as yesterday." I lied while pouring his coffee.

"You sure? You look tired." I'd barely finished filling his cup when he lifted it and took two swallows of the hot coffee as if it were cold water.

"Studying." Boy this lying thing was getting pretty easy.

"You sure," he lowered the cup and his eyes probed mine, "You look nervous and since when don't you have one of those things in your hair? I forgot what you call them."

"A scrunchi and I was in a hurry."

He'd raised his cup again and placing it back on the counter tapped it. 

"Jeez Joe I've never seen anyone drink so much coffee so fast." I told him, refilling the cup.

"Guess I'm appropriately named," he grinned, "Now how about you tell me what's wrong?"

"Nothing at all." I said as my fingers found my locket and started rubbing it.

"Then why you rubbing your locket?"

"Huh?"

"You grab that whenever you seem nervous. In the world of poker it's called a tell, so fess up."

"Nothing really," I let the locket go, but my laugh sounded phony.

"School okay?"

"School's great." At least that was not a lie unless I totally tanked my finals in two weeks My GPA would be close to four. 

"Orders up Karma." Billy hit the bell behind me, "Hey Joe, how's tricks?"

"I'm neither a magician nor a pimp, so I wouldn't know." Joe laughed at his own joke.

"Not a comedian either," Billy told him, "Good thing you don't have to be funny to count money." 

"Or a chef to run a diner." Joe countered.

"Ouch," Billy laughed, "Good thing I already spit in your eggs."

"In this place I heard that's called seasoning!" one of the regulars called from down the counter.

"Funny," Billy muttered, "But you guys all keep coming back."

"We come for the ambiance," someone yelled.

"I come for the company," Joe winked at me, "And the view."

"I thought you came here cause you have OCD and can't change." I told him, but smiling nonetheless at the compliment.

"Views better over here." Maria said from the table behind Joe.

"Yeah, but everyone's seen it." Billy quipped causing half the diner to explode into laughter. 

To avoid anymore jealousy on her part, I didn't look over to see the expression on her face. Instead I turned around and going to the window went to grab Joe's food. I knocked over a bottle of ketchup someone had left on the counter in front of it and bent over to grab it. Fortunately the lid was still on, but when I was picking it up, I looked into the metal fridge under the counter. In its reflection I could see Joe staring directly at my ass. 

Or he seemed to be, I really didn't think he had any interest in me. For the hell of it, I stayed bent over pretending to fumble with something and moved my ass back and forth slightly. I saw him grin and felt myself start to flush; he really was checking me out. Apparently so was someone else "Hey Karma, pick something else up, that was the best show I've had in awhile."




Karma



"Knock it off, she's a good kid." Pat came to my defense.

"Yeah, they all are."

Ignoring the remarks, I grabbed Joe's food and when I placed it in front of him; I saw he had killed another cup of coffee. I didn't need to be asked and pouring him a third cup remarked, "Damn, Joe you must be up all night."

"Honey, its been a long time since I've been up all night."

"You mean you can sleep with all the coffee you..." I stopped and felt the blush returning, "Oh, um I get it."

"I don't." Joe smiled, "That's why it's been awhile."

I gave him an awkward nod and his smile widened, "I love it when you blush, you truly are a breath of fresh air."

"Thanks, I guess." I looked around and seeing no new customers coming in leaned against the counter, after now business was a trickle until lunch and I had to leave at one for class, today would be a lousy day for tips. 

"So you never told me what's wrong?" Joe reminded me while spreading strawberry jam on his toast.

"I did, I said nothing."

"School's good?"

"You asked that already."

"Is it," he lowered his voice, "Your mom, you missing her?"

"Every day." I said softly, "But most days its good stuff and I'm okay."

"I know that feeling well." He frowned, an expression that seemed out of place on him. "All too well." He shook his head as if trying to dispel the upsetting thoughts entering his mind then continued, "Boy trouble."

"No, the only all nighters I have are from studying."

"Nice try, but I don't blush. Difference is I'm old and used up, you're way too cute to be spending every night alone." My face started to heat up again and he laughed, "You are way too easy."

"Nope, I'm a prude remember?"

"I prefer to think of you as a good girl, they're rare these days. So what's the problem? Billy treating you okay?"

"As okay as he treats anyone," I shrugged. "He rides me for being late, but I can't blame him."

"Well that will change now that you moved." Pat said walking behind me.

"How did you know I moved?" 

"Heard you with Billy," she shrugged, "Remember all I have is gossip."

"You moved?" Joe asked, "When?"

"Um, yesterday, that's why I look kind of crappy."

"Then why didn't you say that?"

"I don't know."

"Where did you move to?" he picked up his cup and I resisted grabbing my locket while watching him chug the coffee.

"Closer."

"Closer where?"

"Near the Hilton."

"Are you getting something off the rent through the school like the other place?"

"No, not really."

Then why the move?" his eyes narrowed, "Everything okay?"

"I, well I had a problem with the landlord and decided to leave." At least that was pretty much the truth.

"Is it settled, you need any help?"

"I'm fine, Joe really."

"Okay, well just make sure if you need a little help you ask okay?"

"Okay."

I poured his fourth cup of coffee and wondered if Joe would lend me a month's rent and if he did would Hal take it? No, even if he did, I couldn't pay it back and would be right back at square one next month. 

"So is your new place nice?" Joe asked, already bringing the mug to his lips.

"Yeah," I gave him what I hoped was a convincing smile; "It's a lot bigger than my old place and has a great view of the park."

*****

I looked up from my laptop and checked to see how much time was left on the dryer. I saw it was a half hour and leaning back in the chair thought about how much I used to hate the Laundromat. I'd always thought it was a long boring ordeal, but since I'd had nowhere to live I had come to appreciate it as a place I could stay for a couple of hours and not be bothered. I'd started doing laundry more often so I knew I had somewhere to go for a little while. 

It had been three weeks since I'd decided not to whore myself to Hal and things hadn't been easy. Because I had a job I knew I wasn't as bad off as the other people I had seen sleeping on benches and in the parks. I could at least buy a cup of coffee and a meal if I had to. The first couple of days I'd been homeless I had lugged my bags everywhere with me until I remembered the gym I had a membership to offered lockers. 

It was twenty dollars a month to rent one and although it hurt to part with the money it was worth it. The gym was a twenty minute walk from Kim's and each day I got there early, did a half hour work out to not look suspicious and after using one of their showers grabbed my clothes for the day out of the locker, along with my book bag and lap top and headed over to work. 

The four days I worked were easier on me. The six hour shifts gave me a place to be as well as a way to try to save enough to get into a small apartment. I was also able to eat a meal there and make a couple of sandwiches for later. Two of those days I had class and that was another three hours I wasn't wandering around. The rest of the week I did what I could to try to hang out with friends from school, savoring every moment I could be in someone's house.

Here and there I got lucky and was able to sleep over, but didn't want to look bad and keep asking. After four nights of sleeping outside, I swallowed my pride and went down to Crossroads. I got lucky the first week, getting a bed each night, but more and more families were coming in and those with children received priority for the beds. 

When they had no room I slept wherever I thought I could while still being somewhat visible. There were far too many stories of women being beaten and raped in the park at night to try that so I spent nights sleeping sitting up on the benches of bus stops and a couple of times at the train station until the security guards began to recognize me and started throwing me out. Speaking of being recognized I had been lucky so far that no one I knew had ever seen me camping out anywhere.

Tonight I was going to try the shelter again. It was only four and once my laundry was done I could get there by five. If they had no beds I could at least get a decent dinner then go wandering off in search of somewhere not the street. I was in a catch twenty two with the money I did make. On one hand if I put most of my money in the bank I could afford to get into the building near the diner that rented weekly apartments. The rent was literally my entire paycheck, but I would have a roof over my head and only have to worry about eating. 

The semester was over in a couple of weeks and if I could squeak by for the summer I would be able to get into an apartment similar to where I had been with a roommate. But that was going to be a twelve weeks stretch of hoping my tips would give me enough to pay rent every week. The other problem was I had to spend some money. I needed clean clothes and bus fare to get to school. A few nights I had missed dinner at the shelter and bought something. I would only spend a couple of dollars, but they added up.

I jumped when the buzzer on the dryer went off and taking my time folding the clothes thought for the thousandth time that I was lucky it was decent weather, this would be hell in the winter. I packed my clean clothes in the smaller of my suitcases I had brought with me and unplugging the lap top and my phone from the wall left the Laundromat and headed for the shelter. I made good time walking and got there before there was too much of a line.

I walked up behind an old man who smelled like he'd rolled around in booze and as I always did put my head down, trying to avoid eye contact or conversation with anyone. It's not that I thought I was better than they were, but I didn't look like them and had gotten some unwanted attention from some of the guys. More than once their comments and lewd stares had caused me to leave the shelter and head off without eating as I didn't want them sitting with me or trying to follow me.

I glanced up when the guy in front of me began shuffling forward and saw they had opened the doors. Keeping my eyes lowered I followed the line into the large cafeteria. I picked up a tray and staring down at it tried not to think about unfair this was, that I tried to do the right things and had ended up like this. The fact I had gotten tossed for not wanting to give an asshole a blowjob added to my frustration. That pig had a place to live and here I was taking free food from a shelter. 

I picked up a bottle of water from a large barrel and placing my tray on the metal counter looked down at what the options were. I had decided on what they passed off as lasagna when the person serving it walked away, heading down to the other end of the line to pass out pieces of fruit.

"Hey, can we get someone else out here?" A woman server called towards the kitchen, "I need another pair of hands."

I had just reached her and held my tray up for her to put a couple of tablespoons of corn onto it when I saw an all too familiar face come out of the back room, slipping on a pair of rubber gloves and picking up a spatula; it was Joe. I'd heard him mention he did some volunteer work, but he had never said where. My stomach lurched and I started to step out of the line, but it was too late; he was looking right at me. His blue eyes widened when he recognized me, "Karma? What are you doing here?"

"I...uh...." I could feel my face burning and dropping the tray on the counter turned and ran, tears off humiliation already flowing down my face as I shoved past the people filing though the door. I gained the street and with my suit case clutched against my chest, ran down the street. I had no idea where I was going, but at this point didn't care. I had never been so embarrassed in my life.

*****

"Karma!"

I jumped at the sound of Billy behind me, but didn't turn around. Instead I continued to load the dishwasher, hoping he would leave me alone, but knowing he wouldn't.

"What are you doing back here?"

"The dishes."

"No shit." Billy grunted, "Look at me."

With a sigh I turned to face him.

"Why aren't you out there?"

"Well the dishes were piling up and..."

"There's a good crowd out there, Maria just took your table again because you weren't around."

"That's okay."

"Hey, you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, why?"

Billy peered closely at me and shook his head, "You look like shit kid."

"Thanks." I said dryly, but knew he was right.

I'd ended up going where I always did when I was upset these days, the cemetery. I'd sat and cried by the side of mom's grave and wished I could talk to her. After awhile I'd calmed down and debated trying to stay in the cemetery for the night, but in the end the thought creeped me out and I ended up sitting in Barnes and Noble, nursing a coffee and trying to study.

When the store closed at nine I went and sat at the bus stop and tried to sleep. My mind kept picturing the mixed emotions of surprise and concern on Joe's face and I thought about not going to work the next day. There was no way he would not bring it up and I didn't want anyone's pity. I could take care of myself. In fact I had been taking care of myself since mom passed and even now I was getting by. 

I dozed off at some point and was awoken by a man's voice. When I opened my eyes I found myself staring at a tall guy in a suit who was grinning down at me and asked me if I wouldn't rather sleep in a bed. As my hand strayed to my pocket, seeking the pepper spray, he went on to tell me how he could rent a room at the motel down the street and we could spend the night partying.

I'd told him no thanks and when he looked annoyed I'd brought out the spray. He rolled his eyes and backed off, telling me I was pretty fussy for a street slut and got in his car and took off. I was going to leave when an older woman who'd spent a couple of nights sharing the stop with me showed up. She said hello, gave me a smile that would drive a dentist to drink and placing the large garbage bag she lugged around all the time under the bench curled up and was immediately asleep.

Strangely I took some comfort from her presence and as I drifted off wondered who she was and if she had any family. The alarm in my phone went off at five am and I remained on the bench, once again contemplating calling out, but I needed the money. I rose and seeing the woman was awake watched as she rummaged around in her bag. She had brought out half of a bagel and looking over at me spoke, "You want a piece? They only threw them away yesterday."

I shook my head and started to walk away. I stopped and reached into my pocket. For fear of being robbed while on the street I kept most of my money in the bank, but had twelve dollars on me. It wasn't much, but it occurred to me it would seem a small fortune to a woman eating food she'd picked from the trash. As bad as things were I was heading off to work where I would eat for free and get some food for later tonight.

As bad as I had it, I was much better off than this poor soul. At least I knew worst case scenario I would spend a summer like this, she would most likely spend the rest of her life out here. Turning around I quickly approached her and put my hand out offering the money. Her eyes widened at the sight of a ten and started to reach out, then stopped.

"That's yours." She told me, "Go get some food, you're too young and pretty to end up looking like me."

"No, it's yours I have a place I can go eat and I'll have a place to live soon. I want you to have it."

This time she didn't hesitate and taking the money from my hand placed the other one over mine. Her skin was hot and clammy, but when she squeezed my hand she gave me a smile, that in spite of its lack of hygiene was genuine and touched her usually dull brown eyes. 

"God bless you honey and your mother, she raised a good girl."

"How do you know I was only raised by my mom?" I asked.

"Women teach grace, men teach pain." Her eyes darkened and she released my hand. "You're better off with just your mom. I bet she's proud of you."

"She passed away." Even as I said it I wondered why I would bother telling this woman about my mother.

"Doesn't mean she can't be proud." She smiled again, "In fact she's even more proud because she can see everything you're doing." She tucked the money away into the shapeless black sweater she always wore no matter how hot it was. "What's your name honey?"

"Karma."

"That's an odd name, but a good one for you." She nodded, "That means something good should be coming your way soon."

"Hello? Kid you in there?"

"Huh?" I blinked my stinging eyes and realized I'd completely zoned out on Billy.

"I asked if you were sick?"

"No, I'm not sick," I spoke up quickly knowing if he thought I was sick he would send me home, well if I had one anyway, because I worked around food.

"You look it," he frowned, "It is, you know....that time?"

"No. I just figured I would do the dishes."

"Karma for the last three weeks you've begged for extra hours and done everything short of dressing like Maria to get tips, why are you back here?"

"I...I just have some things on my mind and want to be alone."

"Well you can be alone all you want after one, now get your ass out there." He pointed at the large round clock hanging over the doorway, "Your favorite regular is due any minute."

That's what I was afraid of. Nodding meekly to Billy I turned the dishwasher on and walked through the swinging door. I poured refills to a couple of people while working my way down the end of the long counter to where Maria was leaning on the counter flashing her cleavage to a table full of construction workers.

"Hey Maria." 

"Why hello princess," she gave me a mock curtsey "What can I do for you?"

"Wanna switch ends of the counter?"

"No, I....wait, what?"

"I always have that end, I thought we could switch."

"Is this a joke?" she asked, crossing her arms and pushing her breasts out even more. "You know what time it is right?"

"I...I do and I know you're kind of interested in Joe so I thought you could wait on him."

"What's in it for you?"

"Doing a good deed I guess." 

Maria stared suspiciously at me for a moment, and then smiled, "I don't know what you're up to, but I'll take you up on it." Giving her long dark hair a toss, she added, "Maybe I can show Joe its okay to try something different."

"Hey Karma," One of the construction workers called out. "You work this end you have to wear a shirt like Maria's."

"She wouldn't have anything to hold it up." Maria said over her shoulder as she sauntered down my end of the counter.

"Just can't be nice to some people." I muttered.

The bell rang and I looked over to see Joe walk in; this time sporting a pink shirt and a black and pink striped tie to go along with his plain black suit. I put my back to that end of the counter and turning my attention to Maria's table asked, "You guys need anything?"

"I do," one of them said patting his leg, "A cute little brunette to keep me company."

"Knock it off," The guy across from him said, "She's a nice girl, not the pigs you have to settle for."

"You date pigs?" I asked. "Wow, that's cruelty to animals." 

I allowed myself a satisfied smile as the three guys began laughing at their friend and went back to leaning on the counter, careful to not look over my shoulder. I opened the cooler in front of me and began lining up the bottles of juice and milk to stay occupied. 

"Hey Princess." Maria said from directly behind me.

"What?" I asked without turning around.

"Thanks anyway, but I guess Joe likes them young and cute."

"What do you mean?"

"What do you think? He's asking for you."

With a feeling of resignation I slowly made my way over to Joe already feeling my face flushing.

"So," I said with what was probably a pathetic attempt at a smile. "What'll it be today?"

"Hey," he pointed at me, "I thought we were friends?"

"We are." I hoped we still were anyway.

"Then why would you do that to me?" he spread his arms out dramatically "What did I do to you?"

"I...I'm sorry Joe." I stammered, "I...shouldn't have..."

"I mean trying to stick me with Maria? Man, I thought you were a nice girl!"

I stopped speaking and stood there staring at him. His blue eyes were as bright as ever and he burst out laughing, "Just messing with you! Now how about the special and a cup of me?"

Feeling relieved I widened my eyes and gave a mock gasp, "The special? Really? You're getting to be a rebel in your old age!" Joe winked at me and as I poured the first of the four cups he would drink I felt a wave of gratitude that he wasn't going to bring last night up. I was still embarrassed, but at least he wasn't going to make it worse on me. From there it was the typical morning visit; Joe drank a ton of coffee, asked about my classes and bitched about all the old stiffs he worked with.

"I'm way too young to be hanging around with these people." He said at one point, "And the women? All they care about is my portfolio and my life insurance policy. I should start hanging around with girls your age."

"Better bring your blue pills." I told him.

"I am proud to say I don't need those."

"Oh, no?"

"Nope." He thumped his chest "As soon as my hand gets close I'm as ready as ever." 

"You know, it doesn't have to be your hand," I pointed down to Maria, "I think she would be happy to volunteer."

"I'll stick with my hand; I know where it's been." 

I laughed and glancing at his watch Joe said, "Well I have to get going, maybe I'll come back tomorrow."

"Maybe?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Maybe."

"Sometime around nine maybe?"

"I'll try."

Joe picked up the check which was for seven dollars and put a twenty on the counter.

"I'll get you some change."

"It's all set," he slid off the stool.

"That's too big of a tip Joe." I shook my head, "I can't take that."

"You will." he said and giving Billy a wave turned and walked out of the diner.




Karma



I stared down at the twenty knowing he'd given me a few extra dollars because of last night. My eyes narrowed when I noticed a paperclip attached to the twenty. Picking it up I turned it over to see a piece of paper clipped to the back. On it was a hand written note.

Karma, I consider you a friend and value that friendship, if you value mine you'll meet me at two at Panera. Please come, I will be hurt if you don't. Joe."

*****

I sat at the corner table in Panera bread idly stirring the tea I didn't feel like drinking and trying to avoid making eye contact with Joe who had just come in and sat down across from me. We sat there for a couple of minutes the only sound being his placing his mug on the table after practically chugging the coffee he'd brought over with him. Finally he cleared his throat and when my only reaction was to begin toying with my locket he broke the silence.

"Karma, what were you doing at Crossroads last night?"

"Well, I..." I was already blushing, "Money's been tight and I...I figured I could get a free meal and..."

"So you went to a homeless shelter? Try again."

When I didn't speak he finished his coffee in one long swallow and asked, "So where is your new place?"

"I told you it's near..."

"What's the exact address?"

"I moved into William's hall."

"Really? That's a little pricey for you."

"It is, but I had to move in a hurry and the rent eats up my entire check and I couldn't afford food this week so..."

"I know Jack Williams." Joe said, "He's one of my clients, once offered me a chance to buy into the building. I checked it out pretty thoroughly. So tell me what floor are you on?"

I forced my hand away from my locket and staring into his eyes answered, "The fourth."

"Ah, that's not too expensive; they're only one bedrooms there."

"That's what I have, but its expensive for me and..."

"The only one bedroom's in that building are on the first floor." He sighed, "Why are you lying to me Karma?"

"I...I just don't like people to know my business."

"Karma, are you living in the street?" Leaning forward he put his hand over mine, "You can tell me, I'm not going to judge you, but I'm worried about you." 

I could see he was sincere and had to admit his hand on mine had a comforting effect. 

"Yes, I...I couldn't pay my rent last month."

"You lived there over a year; the landlord wouldn't work something out with you?"

"He offered a deal, but I didn't like the terms."

"What do you mean?"

Taking a deep breath I told Joe everything. From how Jen screwed me, to Hal's offering a discount for giving him a blow job. I described how I had been getting by the last few weeks and by the time I was done my eyes had filled up and I was struggling not to cry. The entire time Joe kept his hand over mine and more than once I noticed a couple of people staring. I idly wondered if they thought I was his daughter or his girlfriend. I hoped the former because it would bother me for people to think of him that way.

When I had finished he squeezed my hand before releasing it and leaning back against his seat. He picked his cup up and frowned when he saw it was empty.

"That's the problem with this place, self service." He placed the cup on the table and began tapping it while he appeared lost in thought.

"I'm sorry I ran out on you. I was just so humiliated."

"I understand. What I don't understand is why you didn't say anything." He spread his hands out. "You know I would have helped you, I could have lent you some money."

"But how would I pay it back? Then I would be in the same boat the following month."

"I have plenty of money you could have paid me back whenever, or never for that matter." 

"But I do."

"So your plan is to what? Finish school living in the street?"

"No, in another two weeks I should have enough money to pay security and two weeks rent to get into the Ivy. Then..."

"The Ivy? That's in one of the worse places in town!" he rolled his eyes, "You're safer on the street in the neighborhood then you would be in an apartment there."

"But I can afford it."

"You can?"

"Mostly, I mean I wouldn't have much left, but I already have my name in to get into a place like where I was with a roommate." 

"So you'll live in a shitty place and cross your fingers you can eat for the next three months?"

"Well...."

"And what about next semester's books? If all your money is rent how will you buy them?"

"Oh, I didn't think of that." I frowned.

"Karma, here is what I would like to do."

"I don't want money Joe." I crossed my arms and shook my head hard enough to cause my pony tail to swing back and forth. "I can't pay you back and I don't want a hand out."

"I'm not going to give you money."

"I don't want you paying for an apartment for me either."

"Not that either. What you're going to do is move in with me for the summer."

"What? I can't do that!"

"Why not?"

"Well because..." I paused trying to think of a good reason other than I didn't want people to think anything was going on. Coming up with nothing I went with that, "What would people think?"

"What people?" he waved his hand, "Billy and that slut Maria? If that's what you're worried about who says they have to know."

"What about your neighbors?"

"The guys will think wow good for him, the women will think..."

"You're a pig and I don't want that. You're a nice guy and it would bother me for them to think you're a sugar daddy."

"Wouldn't bother me," he laughed. "Hey if anything it would help. Half the women there are my age and single. A couple of them are after me to the point they make Maria look subtle."

"So why not have some fun then."

"That's my business!" He snapped with an uncharacteristic heat.

"Sorry." 

"No, I'm sorry it's just I get that question a lot. I guess my wife dying is supposed to be a license to act like a dog in heat. Anyway don't worry about the neighbors."

"But..."

"Look, five years ago when my daughter Karen graduated, Laura and I thought she was going to come back home for awhile. I had most of the basement turned into a three room apartment with its own bathroom and a separate entrance. She ended up staying in California and we never bothered renting it. Anyone asks I'm renting it to a college student." He shrugged, "The fact you're very attractive will cause some talk, but it's not like we're in the same space."

"I can't pay you much."

"I don't want your money. You live there for the summer, bank your money and come fall you move in with someone and can afford your books." He smiled, "I never did anything with Karen's Toyota. I keep it as a spare for when mine is in the shop; you can use it if you want."

"Joe I can't take that from you at least not for nothing. I don't want handouts."

"It's a hand up. Dinner at Crossroads is a hand out."

"Ouch." I clutched at my chest.

"Well stop being stubborn." He pointed at me, "Besides, it won't be for free."

"You'll take money?"

"No, I'll take trade."

"What?" My eyes widened.

"Not that!" Joe exclaimed and for the first time since I knew him he began to blush, "Jeez I should have known better after the story you told me."

"Sorry, I shouldn't have thought that." I sighed, "Not thinking straight these days."

"Stress, and sooner or later it will affect your grades. You need this Karma, its okay to need something."

"So what's the trade?"

Joe grinned and for a moment I found myself thinking that if he had wanted what Hal did there was a chance I might not be so quick to say no. Joe was a good looking man and the fact he was so nice made him that much more attractive. I blinked and rubbed at my eyes; where the hell had that come from? Then again I hadn't been with anyone since I'd broken up with Rob six months ago. 

"Well I know looking at the way I dress you would think I'm a neat freak."

"Yup." I agreed looking at his still impeccably knotted tie.

"But I'm only that careful with my personal appearance at home I'm pretty sloppy. I had a cleaning lady, but she left the agency for a permanent job. So I figure you can do the cleaning."

"I could do that." I nodded beginning to consider the idea.

"Also I can't cook to save my life and eat way too much take out so how about you make dinner every night?"

"I'm not the greatest cook." I noted.

"If you can make more than grilled cheese you have me beat."

"Then I'd be able to cook." I laughed.

"One more thing."

"What?"

"We eat together." His smile faded. "Dinner is the time of the day that I feel alone. I get up early go for run, go to the diner then work all day. But when I'm home I stop and," he shrugged, "I miss having someone to talk to. So," the smile returned, "Now you see my ulterior motive. I am a sick man who is looking to make you endure my boring conversation and bad jokes."

"You're not boring at all."

"What about the jokes?"

"You're not funny at all either." I laughed and after trying to keep a straight face he did as well.

"See that's what I want, the house is like a mor..." he caught himself. "It's too quiet."

"Joe?"

"What are you going to come up with now?" he rolled his eyes, "never met a twenty year old who worried so much."

"Twenty one last month." I said indignantly.

"Oh! I forgot, then we can have wine at dinner and I won't feel like I'm corrupting a minor."

"Joe, why are you doing this?"

"Because we're friends and friends help friends."

"Yeah, but it's a big deal."

"Karma, let me bore you with a little bit about me. I am a lucky man for the most part. My father had money and I never wanted for anything. I went to a private high school where I met the woman who became the love of my life and eventually my wife. I went to a good college and landed a great job. I live in a beautiful home, raised an amazing daughter and make damn good money doing what I enjoy. In fact up until Laura passed the word I always used was blessed."

He paused and once again staring wistfully at his empty cup sighed, "But my grandfather who started the old family business never wanted my father to be spoiled and made him work as well as give time to charities. My father did the same. As a teenager I had part time jobs and every Sunday my father took me to the soup kitchen he volunteered at and we would help serve dinner, something that as you saw I still do as well as a few other things when I can."

"That's really nice."

"The reason my father said we did this was twofold. One was too give back. We'd been fortunate and it was only right to try to share some of that fortune. The second was to teach humility. To spend time with people to whom a lot of people in our class so to speak would look down upon. The only difference between those people and us was who we were born too and some good luck. Without either we could be them. So I do what I can to help those who need it."

"That's..." I started to choke up, "That's really nice Joe. Seems like all I hear about are jerks like Hal."

"Hal will get his." Joe grunted disgustedly, and then grinned, "But I shouldn't have to explain Karma to you now should I?"

"I guess not."

"Why did your mom name you that?"

"That's my business." I gave my hair a toss for emphasis.

"Oh, touché," He nodded, "Okay, maybe another time. So deal? You move in?"

"I..." he slapped his forehead when I hesitated.

"Karma, think of your mom."

"That's not fair."

"Life isn't all the time as we both recently learned. But don't forget I met her a few times. I thought it was great she would drive across town to come visit you while you worked. When you were busy I had time to talk to her and she was so proud of you said you were everything she always wanted to be. You were everything to her."

"And she was the same to me." This time I lost the fight and could feel the tears on my cheek. 

Joe removed his yellow handkerchief from his pocket and reaching out gently wiped the tears from my cheeks. It was a sweet gesture which for some reason caused me to cry a little harder.

"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to upset you, but ask yourself, would your mother want you on the street or in the home of someone who can do what she can't anymore, look out for you?" 

Joe put the handkerchief in my hand and as he leaned back I dabbed at my eyes hoping people weren't watching. His words had hit home; mom would want me to do the smart thing or as she would always say the next right thing. Joe was right, although not drastically my grades were down a little and no doubt would continue that way. What was I going to do study for finals at the bus stop? Pulling myself together I nodded, "Okay I'll move in."

"Good." He smiled, then snapped his fingers, "Oh I forgot, there is one more thing you're going to need to do."

"What's that?"

"The rule is that at dinner you have to laugh at one of my jokes. So what do you say?"

With a mock sigh I shrugged, "Maybe the park bench isn't so bad after all."

*****

I pulled the six year old red Camry into the driveway and as I did every day, smiled. I had moved in with Joe a little over a month ago and still loved the sight of the large blue colonial style house. Even though I knew it wasn't mine and I was only staying for the summer I found it hard to believe I was living in a home this nice. Mom had done well enough to buy a small condo in a good area, but to me condo's were little different from apartments; this was a home! 

I got out of the air conditioned car and blinked at the wave of heat that assaulted me. It was unseasonably warm for the end of June, but that caused my smile to spread. Joe hadn't mentioned he had an in ground swimming pool and tonight would be another night for a lazy early evening swim. Walking up the driveway towards my back entrance I saw Ralph, the next door neighbor watering his flowers.

He was watching me as he always did and I gave him a big wave. He waved back and once I passed him I could feel him staring at me. I was wearing a cute little black sundress that displayed quite a bit of my long legs and the heeled sandals I was wearing did good things for them. I'm sure Ralph liked what he saw, but knew not anywhere as much what he would see when I went swimming.

I had splurged on a new red bikini and although it was not one of those strings that some of the girls wore, it did show me off quite a bit. I'd caught Ralph, as well as George, the neighbor on the other side, watching me every time I lay out to catch some sun. As I figured, Joe's male neighbors were very friendly, but their wives all but meowed whenever they saw me. In the beginning I did feel bad about Joe's reputation, but he made it pretty clear he was getting a kick out of people thinking he had a little trophy girl as he called it living with him.

Still, when I occasionally spoke to the neighbors I stressed how much I loved the little apartment I was staying in and even though I didn't go downstairs for the night until late, I always made a show of using my entrance. That wasn't a lie; the apartment was fantastic, the three rooms took up most of the basement and were completely furnished, including a flat screen TV and a nice desk to use for studying. 

The semester had ended two weeks ago so I wouldn't be using the desk too much anymore, but that would leave me more pool time! Although I had felt odd moving in, Joe had been right. I was able to sleep soundly and get back to focusing on my classes. I'd aced my finals and finished with my highest GPA to date. The use of the car was even better than the pool. I had been busing for months and had forgotten how good it felt to drive. 

I hadn't been late for work since I'd moved in and now got a kick out of seeing Joe before I left in the morning then seeing him at the diner and playing out our usual routine. We had both agreed it wouldn't be a good idea to say anything and it was kind of fun to play it up and feel like I knew something others didn't.

I went to put my key in the door and dropped it. When I bent over to pick it up I could see Ralph staring and realized the back of my dress had risen. I grabbed the keys and quickly turning waved again so he would know I caught him. I saw his eyes widen from across the driveway and even as he gave a weak wave back he turned and headed into his back yard.

I laughed while letting myself in and tossing my purse on the small coffee table walked through the apartment and headed upstairs. It dawned on me that in the past I had always felt funny when I noticed someone looking at me, but lately, as long as the guy didn't look creepy or add a lewd remark to his stare, I was starting to get a kick out of it. Especially by the pool and even more so when it was Joe I noticed looking. 

Joe didn't swim much, but enjoyed sitting in a lounge chair while reading the stock reports he brought home with him or a magazine. The first few times I'd gone swimming it seemed every time I looked his way, he seemed to look away. In the beginning I thought I was imagining things. I'd been listening to Pat, Billy and Maria bust me up for months that he had a thing for me and figured it had gotten to me. 

But after a few times I started trying to catch him; I made sure I was lying on the side of the pool near the sliding glass doors and if the sun was just right I could see him reflected in the glass. I would keep my back to him and make a show of stretching. Sure enough his eyes were looking straight ahead, the magazine leaning against his chest as he stared. Once I knew I found myself uncharacteristically showing off. 

I would stretch my legs out and slowly rub lotion on them and then roll over on my stomach and kick my legs back and forth while flipping through a magazine. Once I had wondered what he would do if I asked him to put lotion on my back. I drew the line at that; there was a difference between a little tease and being too forward. Letting myself into the kitchen I went over to the fridge and opening it peered in to see what I felt like making for dinner.

As I perused the contents of the freezer, I recalled how although I'd not pulled the lotion stunt in real life I'd done it a few times in my sleep. I tried to shake that thought off, but it wasn't easy. Fact was Joe wasn't the only one doing a little peeking. I'd known he was an attractive guy for his age, but had now changed that to being good looking period. 

Seeing him around the house in a t-shirt and jeans I noticed he was in pretty good shape and true to his word he did go running every morning. I'd only seen him without a shirt a couple of times when he did take a quick dip in the pool and had to admit the sight was far from unpleasant. Of course neither of us said a word about it or even made any jokes. If he felt as I did, he probably felt it didn't seem right. 

I had no illusion he was interested. But was pretty sure he didn't mind the occasional distraction of checking out his young boarder. But the fact I'd had a couple of far from innocent dreams about him did bother me a little. Maybe it was time to get out and have some fun. There were a couple of guys at school that had given me their number, but anytime I thought of calling, I ended up changing my mind and hanging out with Joe.

Joe had the same easy going personality at home as at the diner and his rule of us eating together was one of the best parts of staying with him. We talked about everything and nothing and laughed quite a bit although never at his jokes unless it was at how bad they were. I found I enjoyed his company far more than that of the guys my age.

Joe was laid back and fun and I never had to worry about everything I said being interpreted as "let's fuck" which is what most of the guys in school seemed hear no matter what I had actually said. I guess the word was safe, Joe was safe. I could be myself and not worry about putting on an act or feeling obligated to do anything. Joe also exuded a confidence that was something else I discovered I was a bit attracted to. Boys my age were just that; boys. 




Karma



They were grabby, impatient and always looking for something. Joe just kicked back and seemed completely relaxed at all times as if he knew whatever he wanted would come to him. The first week I would go down to my place after I did the dishes, but one night Joe asked if I wanted to watch the Sox game with him. We sat on the couch watching the game and laughing as Joe mocked pretty much everything the players did.

I could tell he enjoyed the company and I did as well. If there was no game he would rent a movie which is where I discovered he had a fondness for old really bad sci fi and horror movies. I would make popcorn and we'd sit around and like with the games he would have a running commentary that was more entertaining than the movie. He'd shut the lights off and while sharing the popcorn would sit close to me. 

He never touched me, but occasionally, and more so lately, I kept wondering if he wanted to and if he did I may not mind. Two nights ago he had yawned and stretched, his arm going behind me and I had exclaimed, "Wow, that old move?" Joe had blushed redder than I ever did and stammered he wasn't trying to do that. During the rest of the movie I'd wondered if he really hadn't wanted to, or I had actually caught on to it. 

That night I'd had what could really only be described as a wet dream about him doing a lot more than putting his arm around me on the big comfortable couch. I'd woken up feeling guilty, but more than a little horny and for the first time in a long time, slipped my hand between my legs and eased the tension so to speak. I'd tried to focus my thoughts on Rob who had been pretty good to me in bed, but he was quickly replaced by Joe.

A girl in one of my classes had told me she had dated a guy in his thirties and raved about how good the sex was. How older men knew what they were doing and took their time and were thrilled to be with a pretty young girl. With a start I realized my nipples were hard and tried to tell myself it was from standing in front of the freezer. 

"Don't be a pig." I said aloud. "He's a good guy and doesn't see me that way."

I rolled my eyes as I was now telling myself what I kept telling others. Trying to get my mind off my inappropriate thoughts, I decided I would grill and closing the freezer went to open the fridge to look for the steaks Joe had bought a couple of days ago. I jumped when my phone vibrated against my chest. I had it tucked into my bra and when it went off again, the sensation of it against my nipple caused me to gasp. Yup, it was time to think about dating again.

I pulled the phone out and seeing it was Joe answered, "Everything okay?"

"Yes, why?"

"Because you always work until six and never call until you're on your way home. It's only a little after five thirty."

"Wow, am I really that bad?"

"You're pretty predictable." 

"Oh, really? Well I'm about to prove you wrong young lady. Did you start cooking yet?"

"I was just about to, how's steak on the grill sound?"

"How's Victor's sound?"

"Victor's?" I pursed my lips as I thought, "They're too uppity to do take out."

"Careful, I know the uppity owner." Joe said, "But not take out, I mean take you out."

"Take me out?" I felt my heart start to beat faster, "Um, like some kind of date?"

I felt like an idiot as soon as I said it and he didn't make me feel any better.

"No, no!" he said quickly, "I...I just...it would be nice to get out. It's been a long time since I went to a nice restaurant with someone other than a client."

"I know," I lied, "I was only messing with you. I didn't really think you were a creepy old guy."

"Thanks." He sighed, "Tell you what, creepy is fine, can we leave out old?"

"Okay creep." I laughed.

"Anyway how about I get us a table for seven thirty?"

"I don't have anything I could wear there. That place is kind of fancy for a sundress or a jean skirt."

"You have something you can wear." Joe told me, "It's on your bed." He laughed, "You're predictable too, you're always upstairs."

"You bought me a dress?"

"Sure, I figured you could use something nice and well, it hit me that I've never seen you dressed up."

"You want to see me dressed up?"

"Are you turning parrot on me?" he asked, "Let's try this; Joe, you're the best looking guy I know! A man amongst men!"

"Sorry, I don't think I could get that out without laughing."

"Had a hard time myself. So what do you say?"

"Sure I guess. I just don't get why."

"Tonight's kind of special to me and I don't want to just stay home and I would love some company."

"Then why not you know, go out with some women who..."

"Women my age bore me. And we've been over this; my reasons for not dating are mine." He had gotten a tone, the same one he got whenever I brought up the subject of his not dating. "Karma, can't you just say yes like most girls would do when they get a chance to be treated to a nice dinner?"

"Okay, then yes."

"See was that hard? I'll be home by six thirty and we'll head out okay?"

"Sounds good." 

"Great and Karma?"

"What?"

"Thank you."

"For what?" I asked, confused.

"For more than you know."

*****

"So let me get this straight," I began, pointing across the table at Joe, "I dress up and you dress down?"

Joe looked down at the plain short sleeved black polo shirt he was wearing to go along with a pair of grey Dockers and shrugged, "You always see me dressed up and you never are so I figured we'd switch it up tonight."

"You switch something up?" I laughed and reaching out tapped the bottle of red wine on the table. "How much of this have you had?"

"Two glasses," he grinned, "So two less than you."

"It's really good!" I giggled and could just imagine my face becoming as flushed as the red dress Joe had left on my bed for me.

"Good." He smiled, "I'm glad you're having a good time."

"A great time!" I exclaimed.

Although my great time was most likely enhanced by the four glasses of wine, it really had been an amazing dinner. The dress Joe had bought for me was long, but had a slit that went more than halfway up my left thigh. It was a little lower cut than what I would normally wear, but not to the point it was inappropriate. The first thing I had thought when I put it on was that it was a dress a woman would wear, not something a kid like me would normally be seen in.

"I am as well." He lifted his wine glass and reaching across the table tapped it against mine. "Here's to good food, better drink and absolutely beautiful company."

"No," I waved my hand at him, "I'm not beautiful." I giggled again, "Cute maybe, but I'm not all that."

"Trust me Karma, you are beautiful."

I felt my face grow warmer and knew this time it wasn't just the wine. Figuring I was wearing a nice dress, I put on the diamond earrings that had belonged to my mom and had put on makeup. Normally I wore hardly any, but tonight was wearing a shade of lipstick that perfectly matched the dress and had added some blush, not that I needed it at the moment. I curled my long lashes and was even wearing some eye shadow. 

"Thank you. I don't think anyone's called me that before."

"No? What do they call you, hot?"

"Nah, usually they call me skinny." I laughed, "Or stuck up frigid bitch." 

"You're not frigid, just a good girl."

"I guess." I shrugged and staring at the way the shirt hugged his arms and shoulders thought that I was not exactly feeling like a good girl at the moment. 

Staring at the half full glass in front of me, I figured it was time to quit. I rarely drank and the wine was hitting me hard. If I drank anymore I might say something stupid.

"Desert?" The waiter asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

"I'm all set." I said.

"Me too, but I'll have some coffee."

"Would you like a cup as well Miss?"

"No thank you." 

The waiter nodded and as he hurried away I sat back in the chair and sighed. This had to be the nicest place I'd ever been too and the food had been delicious. As usual Joe and I had chatted away, but even though he seemed to be in a good mood he seemed at times to be somewhere else and sometimes when he looked at me his eyes seemed to have a strange look in them as if he wanted to say something.

"Are you enjoying yourself tonight?" he asked.

"Can't you tell?" I asked. "Tell you what, when I finish school and get a good start in advertising I'm going to eat at places like this all the time! Its amazing."

"It is, but its not the food, it's the company." He tapped the table, "You see it's never about the place, but about the people. Two people who have everything you could imagine could be in a place like this and feel nothing," a wistful smile appeared on his face, "But two people who have nothing between them but the enjoyment of one another can have an amazing time anywhere."

"That's pretty deep." I smiled, "The wine making you philosophical?"

"No, just the day I guess."

"What do you mean?"

"Well..." Joe paused as the waiter put a cup down in front of him along with a creamer and some sugar. He reached for the cup, but taking it and the sugar said, 

"Let me, I'm a professional remember?"

"Okay, you make it better anyway, in a variety of ways."

I avoided looking at him after that remark and wondered what he meant. Was he flirting? Nah, more effects of the wine. "So what did you mean by the day?"

"Today would have been my twenty fifth wedding anniversary." 

"Oh, I'm sorry." I didn't know what else to say and used the act of pouring cream and stirring his coffee as an excuse not to add anything.

"Don't be." He took the coffee from me and after taking only a small sip said, "Its hard Karma."

"I'm sure it is. For me Mother's day was the worst."

"I can imagine. You know I'm pretty confident and feel I'm the take charge make my decision and live with it type. But tonight is confusing."

"What do you mean?"

"When the Doctors decided to stop Laura's treatment and we knew the end was close, she made me promise her that I would at some point move on. That I was too full of life to mope all the time and to spend my life alone."

He started to raise the coffee and with a frown put it down, "I...I don't feel like finishing it."

"Wow that's a first. I should call CNN."

Joe gave a weak smile at my joke and with a somber expression that seemed unusual on him continued, "All the years we were together I never lied to her about anything, even little things, but I feel as if I lied to her about that. I do still enjoy life, but not in the way she meant and I...I am lonely." He gave me a sad smile, "Well I was anyway, and you've been very good for me Karma."

"No, trust me;" I tapped my chest, "You've been far better to me. Joe, you letting me live with you is the best thing that has happened to me in a long time. I wish I could thank you somehow."

"You do every night we have dinner together. I know you think you have the better of this deal, but it's more even than you know. I look forward to coming home for the first time since Laura passed. I love sitting with you and listening to you talk and joking with you. I feel like there's life in my life again. So never think you owe me anything."

"I still think I do."

"Then that's something you need to work out with yourself, because I know you don't. Especially coming out with me; I'd forgotten what it's like to sit across from a pretty woman."

"Thank you." I laughed, "Pretty I'll take, Beautiful sounds like pillow talk."

"Really? I'll write that down then I'm badly out of practice, but that's the problem. As much as I am enjoying the night, I feel like an asshole, out with a woman on what would have been our anniversary."

"But she wanted you too and she didn't want you to mope." I pointed out, "And I think if you were home tonight you would be moping. Besides, it's not like I'm a real date or anything." I shrugged, "Just friends having dinner."

He didn't answer right away, but instead his eyes stared into mine. I could see they were a little bright from the wine, but I'm sure nowhere near as bad as mine were. I returned his stare and again felt as if he wanted to say something. He blinked and pushing the coffee aside poured another glass of wine.

"Right, good friends." Raising his glass again he said "To my best friend."

"Really?" I clicked my glass to his, "I'm your best friend?"

"I think you are, if nothing else my closest." 

As I took a sip of my wine trying to go easy, he chugged his downing more than half before stopping.

"So," he said putting the glass down, "Seeing as how we're such close friends, how about you answer a question for me?"

"Okay."

"What's the story behind your name?"

"It meant something to my..."

"Oh, please." He cut me off, "I've heard you say that to other people, "I thought we were good friends?"

I frowned, it's not that I didn't want to, but sometimes talking about mom got to me and Joe was already kind of down; he didn't need me getting that way. But he had been so good to me. Picking up my glass I finished it in several long swallows. I blinked as the alcohol went straight to my head and carefully placing it on the table got an idea.

"Okay. I'll tell you, but on one condition."

"Oh, and what's that?"

"After I tell you, you have to answer a question for me."

"What question," he narrowed his eyes.

"For me to know and you to find out," I giggled, "So like you told me when you taught me to play poker, you in or you folding?"

"Oh, playing tough girl are we?" for the first time in awhile his smile seemed genuine. "Okay, I'll see your bet, but I'm calling."

"Fine." I folded my arms on the table and leaned forward in order to speak quietly. 

That move pushed my small breasts out and Joe's eyes immediately went to them. He looked away quickly, but I felt a warm sensation that had nothing to do with wine at that fact he had looked.

"My mom had a pretty rough life. Her father was an alcoholic and beat her mother to the point the police arrested him. Her mother wasn't into drugs or booze, but was pretty messed up and really had no idea how to take care of her. They had hardly any money and mom told me she was pretty sure her mother..."

"Wait; shouldn't that be your grandmother?"

"Mom said to never refer to her that way. I never met her and I think Mom blamed a lot of what happened to her on her mother. I'm not even sure if she is alive, I don't even know her name."

"Sorry." He sighed, "That's the problem with having a good life, you ask stupid questions."

"Not stupid, grandparents are a normal thing; mom just didn't have a normal life. Anyway she ran away at thirteen and you can imagine the rest. She started drinking and smoking pot. Screwing around with guys older than her and eventually got into coke and after that heroin."

I paused and looked at the nearly empty bottle of wine. Joe saw me and picking it up poured the last of it into my glass. I hesitated for another moment before picking it up and sipping at it. When I moved my arm, Joe reached out and put his hand over mine like he did in Panera the day he asked me to live with him. That time though it was comfort I'd felt. This time it sent a pleasant tingle through me and I swore no more wine, no matter what.

"Mom started living with different dealers trading sex for drugs and well, you know, ended up being a prostitute. She told me some of the things she did and..."

"Why would she give you details?"

"To drive it into my head to never let it come to that for me. To get to the point you would do something that humiliating. Mom said there were times she was in tears while, you know..."

I trailed off as I felt my own tears beginning to build. 

"But she did it anyway because she was an addict. In the beginning she would always swear it would be the last time. After awhile she said she gave up pretending and started doing more drugs which meant she was doing even worse things for them." Swallowing back my emotions I added softly, "I...I was going to go down on Hal. I was so scared of what would happen if I didn't, but I thought of my mom and I know she can still see me and that's what stopped me."

"You did the right thing." He squeezed my hand, "And that's why things are better for you now." He winked. "Karma."

"Right." I looked at his large hand over mine and deciding I didn't care how it looked, turned mine over so were now holding hands.

Joe looked surprised, but made no effort to move.

"Mom ended up with a dealer slash boyfriend slash pimp and got pregnant. The guy told her to get rid of the baby that he would leave if she didn't. Mom said she didn't care so much about that, but instead thought who the hell was she to have a baby, she was under eighteen, but had already done so many drugs she looked like she was in her thirties. She had track marks and scabs and cold sores and..." I stopped, "I...I'm sorry."

"No, its okay." He placed his other hand over ours. "I'm happy to hear what no one else has."

"It's not a happy story." Using my free hand I picked up a napkin and dabbed at my eyes hoping my make up wasn't running.

"But it's your story."

"And this is about where I am about to come into it. Mom knew she wasn't worthy of having me and thought the best thing would be to not have me rather than have a baby born addicted or lose it. She went to a clinic and they talked to her about carrying me and giving me up for adoption. They told her they could get her help for her addiction, but she insisted on the abortion. She had no parent with her, but did have a fake id that the clinic either believed or just figured it didn't matter."

"They gave her an appointment and she showed up, but had to wait because there was an emergency and they were short staffed. While she was sitting there Mom said a woman started talking to her asking why she was there. Mom told her and she asked why she would want to give up her gift? Mom's answer was only bad things had ever happened to her and she didn't want bad things to happen to her baby because of her."

Joe nodded, but I saw him looking to the left, I followed his gaze and saw an older couple two tables away staring at us. The guy was grinning, the woman frowning in distaste. I started to move my hand and Joe said simply, "Screw them. If I cared what people thought I'd stop telling crappy jokes."

As always that caused me to smile and now it was me who squeezed his hand.

"The woman told Mom that wasn't the way to think about it. She told her, that she was right bad brought on more bad, but if that was the case wouldn't good bring more good? Mom told me she wanted to tell the woman to mind her own business, but there was something about her that made her want to listen to her. She told the woman the problem was there was nothing good about her. The woman put her hand on her stomach and told her there was something good inside her right now and that good would bring more all she had to do was give it a chance."

"Mom said the woman then said she had to leave and just like that got up, but before she left she told my mother, 'I already know what you're going to do and so do you.' and left. 

"Who was she, she work there?"

"I have no idea. Mom said she went back to the clinic a few times, but no one knew who she was talking about."

"I take it your mother listened."

"She did, when they called her name she went into the room and when they told her to get undressed she started crying and said she changed her mind. They were thrilled and got her into a home for women in her situation and got her clean. Mom never had another drink or touched any drugs since. When I was born she named me Karma because I was the one good thing she did and became a better person because of me. She didn't just stay clean, but went back to school, got a degree and had a good job before..."




Karma



I stopped to get a grip on myself. "She said every day after she made her decision was a blessing and she did everything she could to enjoy her new life and make sure I would never go through what she did. Before she died, I kept saying she was too young, but her answer was she had lived twice as long as she should have and it was all because of me."

I gave up saying anymore and putting my head down, pressed the napkin to my eyes.

"That's a sad story, but a beautiful one." Joe said softly, "Your mother was right; she beat the odds and left the world something wonderful to remember her by."

"I just wish she were here." I said in a choked whisper. "I need her."

"Life always gives us what we need." Joe said, "But it's up to us to realize what it is and use it."

"Have you found it then?" I asked.

"I think maybe I have." He said quietly.

"What is it?"

"I don't want to jinx myself," he gave me a nervous smile, "You know me; I don't like to change things up."

"It would change things?" 

"That would be an understatement." He said more to himself than to me.

He didn't say anything else and trying to get my mind off of my mother I said, "Okay, well you saw my hand, you ready to show yours?"

"That Karma, is a more loaded question than you think."

"What's that mean?" I tried to meet his gaze, to see if I could figure out what he meant.

"What's your question?" he asked, his eyes avoiding mine.

"Why no one?"

"Why does everyone ask that?"

"Because you're a good looking guy with a good heart and a great personality. You have too much going for you to be alone."

"Don't forget my sense of humor."

"Let's stick with good heart and good looking." I grinned.

"You think I'm good looking?" 

"For an older guy." I winked.

"Ouch."

"Kidding, I think you're very attractive." That wasn't a lie; he'd been getting more attractive the longer I lived with him and was looking damn good tonight. "Quit ducking the question and don't give me you work a lot or they're out for your money. Like you told me, I want the real story, I deserve it after that."

"You do." He took a deep breath, "Just understand it's hard because it's a little embarrassing in a way."

"So is eating at a soup kitchen, but you told me that didn't matter."

"How old are you?" he frowned, "You sound like a wise old lady sometimes."

"Answer." I tapped my long red nail on the table.

"For the answer we have to go way back to high school which is when I met Laura. We were sophomores and I sat next to her in geometry. She was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen and I would blush every time she looked at me." He smiled at the memory, "but she would do the same. Not sure how you kids do it now, but back in that day it came down to having a mutual friend ask if the other person was interested. I sent my best friend to ask Laura's best friend. Her answer was only if he has the balls to ask himself."

"Fortunately I did have them and we went out to a movie and just kept going out from there. I had a part time summer job at my grandfather's company and saved my check for three weeks so after the winter ball I could afford a motel room that an older friend rented for us. We had friends covering us for where we would be and our first time was that night."

"That's sweet." 

I smiled, but felt a little envious envisioning my first time with Roger in his room while his younger brother sat out in the living room blasting music and watching out for his parents. It had lasted all of two minutes and all I had gotten out of it was a little pain and a sticky mess all over my stomach. That and his little brother chanting 'you guys had sex' over and over.

"We were both forty four when she died and had been together for just shy of thirty years. During that entire time there was never anyone else. She was the only woman I wanted to be with." He stared at me as if waiting for me to say something. When I didn't answer he continued, "Thing is Karma she was the only woman I have ever slept with and ....I've been too nervous to be with anyone else."

"What? You nervous?" I shook my head, "That is hard to believe."

"It's not just nerves, but missing her. Think about it she was my lover for longer than you have been alive. We knew everything about each other. Knew just what the other liked and didn't like and it wasn't just about sex, the way I would hold her. I couldn't imagine another woman ever feeling that way."

"Maybe not that way, but you could find someone who feels good." I pointed at him, "You just have to try."

"You don't think I haven't?" he rolled his eyes. "Just because I don't take Maria up on her free lunch offer or talk about it doesn't mean I haven't gone out with anyone."

"So you have tried?"

"That's what I just said." He said with an edge to his voice. "Not for the first year. After all our time together it wouldn't have been right to have another woman in our bed." He paused and laughed, "Shit, I felt so bad about that I bought a new bed and changed bedrooms."

"There was a woman I'd met at a net working seminar. A couple of years younger than me, attractive, sweet. We went on a few dates and she invited me up for a drink. We started on the couch, kissing, petting, a little fondling." He was now making it a point not to look at me. "Everything was working okay at that point shall we say and I was feeling nervous, but pretty good."

"We moved to the bedroom and undressed and....as soon as I tried, I lost it, I just couldn't. She, well let's say she tried to help, but nothing. Then I got embarrassed and when that happens to a man it's not easy to shake off. She was good about it, said she understood and how about we try again another time. Next time was at my place and same thing. I got closer this time, but just kept thinking 'what do I do, how should I do it?"

"You don't forget." I joked.

"No, it wasn't that it was just all that time one woman, what if I couldn't make this one happy, what if I wasn't any good? Or what if she didn't make me feel good? Laura liked this, would she? Any way you start thinking and it's all over. Long story short by the third time it happened she was done being patient."

"I've tried with two other women since and same thing. I'm interested shall we say in the beginning, but when it comes down to it, I just....I think of her and feel it's wrong, or remember what happened and nothing. Understand women my age are not patient." He laughed, "All that milf cougar porn is not far off, women my age want a guy who can take charge and they don't want to have to teach."

"Have you, you know," I tried to choose my words carefully, "Tried taking anything?"

"Thanks for embarrassing me." He grunted, "But yes I did. Thing is that only works if the desire is there. It doesn't help with nerves." He laughed, "Big one controls the little one you know."

"Have you talked to anyone?"

"Professionally? No, but I did confide in a good friend. His suggestion was a prostitute. His theory was I could just lay there and let her work for it as he said, but I'm not going to do that. I read some stuff online about sexual surrogates, but all they are, are prostitutes that take Blue Cross."

"So you don't date because you..."

"Because I can't do anything else and its getting more and more frustrating. I know she would want me happy, but I just can't meet someone I'm comfortable with."

"Maybe you need to give it more time with someone, get to know them better."

"Back to the patience thing again and at this point it's mine as much as theirs because I do want to, just can't seem to," he shrugged. "Break the ice."

"If you could once do you think you would be okay?" I asked staring down at our hands.

"I would think so. At least I would know I could." He slid his hand from mine and I saw the waiter approaching.

"Anymore coffee or change your mind on dessert?" 

Joe gestured to me and I shook my head.

"Me either, just the check" Joe told him.

When he walked away Joe laughed, "Know why I never have desert?"

"No, why?"

"Because I never have dessert, ever, and it seems to be a problem for me to ever do anything differently."

"Then that might be your problem." I snapped my fingers. "Being with another woman isn't just about your wife, but about it being someone different. You need to start making changes, and then maybe that will get better."

"Thank you Doctor Ruth." He said with more than a hint of sarcasm. "Having desert will fix my sexual issues?"

"Hey it was a thought," I waved my hand at him, but to myself thought it would depend on the dessert. 

The waiter came back with the bill and as Joe pulled out his wallet, I picked up my glass and taking the last couple of swallows decided I had found the perfect way to thank Joe for all he had done for me.

*****

I entered my bedroom disgusted. I had told myself I would make a move on Joe. For the last couple of weeks it seemed that he might be interested and several moments tonight where I was positive he was. I knew I was. Whether it was the wine lowering my inhibitions or the fact that we had bared our souls to each other I knew without hesitation I wanted him. His problem with women did nothing to dampen that desire, in fact it added to it.

The thought of not only enjoying him, but being the first woman to show him he could still feel something for someone else had me ready to do something I had never done before, make the first move. During the ride home Joe was silent and I left him alone in his thoughts as mine were consumed with how I would seduce him. Would I be subtle? Would I say screw it and come on strong? 

I kept looking over at him, taking in his broad shoulders and the way his shirt hugged his arms and was getting to the point I was starting to squirm in my seat. I'd never been this worked up. When we got back home, I asked Joe if he was up for a movie figuring I would get close to him on the couch, but he said he was tired. He seemed lost in thought and I asked if maybe we could play some cards or just talk. His reply was,

"I think I've talked enough, in fact talking seems to be all I can do."

That comment wasn't like him and it through me off. While I stood there he walked over and leaning forward gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Thank you for coming out with me tonight." He said, "And thank you for sharing how you got your name, it meant a lot."

He was speaking close to my ear and the feeling of his breath on my neck caused me to turn and try to kiss him. As soon as I began to move he pulled his head back and I caught him awkwardly on the cheek. Undaunted I went to kiss him again, but he was already starting to turn and I caught myself before I kissed the side of his head. 

"Good night Karma. I'll see you some time tomorrow."

I told myself to go after him, get in front of him, put my arms around him and kiss him. Maybe even untie the dress and let it fall, but instead I stood there. Watching him walk away the doubts crept in. What was I thinking? I was a young girl, a kid to him. His daughter was a year older than me for God's sake. More importantly I wasn't exactly a porn star. I hadn't had sex more than a couple of dozen times and only with guys my age who really had no clue what the hell they were doing and neither did I so it didn't matter.

Joe had walked out of sight down the hallway and a moment later I heard his bedroom door shut and defeated I had come down here. Sitting on the bed, I took my heels off and tossed them into the corner of the room. I reached back behind my neck to untie the dress and seeing myself in the mirror stopped. I had to admit I did look good tonight. The dress and make up made me look older and getting up and walking up to the mirror it dawned on me I didn't look like a cute young girl, but more like a woman. 

A woman was what Joe needed. Not the nervous girl upstairs who couldn't even manage to get a kiss in, but a confident woman. One who could get him to relax, who could take control and show him he could feel the way he used to. He was attracted to me, I could see that tonight and replaying some of his remarks in my head it dawned on me that he may have been hinting. He would never make the first move because...

I began to smile at my reflection. That was it. Joe was a good man and in his mind for him to make the first move would be wrong. He would feel as if he were taking advantage of me. Still looking in the mirror I did reach back and untie the dress, letting it fall to the floor. I didn't have much in the way of sexy lingerie, but the bra was red lace and I was wearing the only thong I owned which happened to be red. I'd worn it tonight because I thought it would make me feel even sexier and grown up than the dress did.

I stared at my slender body and imagined Joe looking at me. My bikini didn't show a lot less and he had stared plenty by the pool. Reaching back I unclasped my bra and sliding the straps down my arms, tossed it to the side. My pink nipples were hard and cupping my small breasts I held them up, "Do you like them, Joe?" I whispered.

He would, it would just be a matter of getting him to see me as a woman and not a young waif he was trying to help. I rubbed my thumbs across my nipples and groaned. They were so hard they were aching and I was aware of the thin strip of material between my legs sticking to my moist skin. I would have to make the move I thought as I turned and going over to the bed stretched out on it.

My hand slid across my flat stomach and slipping into the thong dipped between my legs. The breath hissed from between my lips as my fingers caressed my swollen button. I envisioned Joe touching me, his large strong hands wandering over my body, exploring every bit of it and lingering in the good parts. He would slide up over me and...

I stopped moving my fingers. He would move over me and in his mind not be able to do it. Was it that and not my age that had kept him from trying anything? Because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to? My fingers began to move again as in my mind he would have no problem. He would be hard and ready for me. My finger entered my hot moist flesh and closing my eyes I began to move it, thinking of him thrusting in and out of me. 

My eyes snapped open. What the hell was I doing laying here playing sticky finger as Hal had so eloquently referred to it, when what I really wanted was upstairs and hopefully wanting me? Quickly getting off the bed I went to pick up the dress thinking I would put it back on. As I held it, I saw the short black robe that I wore over my bikini hanging on my doorknob. Dropping the dress I put it on and checked myself out on the mirror. The robe barely went past my ass and I'd always thought I looked good in it. It hid my small chest and flattered my legs, perfect for me. Taking a deep breath I smiled seductively in the mirror, "Good things come to good people." I whispered.

*****

I could feel my legs trembling while I walked down the hallway to Joe's room. My stomach was in a knot as well, but the rest of my body was telling me this was what I wanted, more than wanted, needed. I stopped in front of the door and grasping my locket in one hand, knocked softly with the other. I didn't get a response and was getting ready to knock louder; when it dawned on me I was giving him a chance to turn me away. 

Grasping the doorknob I release the locket and let myself into his room. There was a small reading lamp on next to his bed and Joe was sitting up against the head board. His eyes were closed and he was shirtless. The sight of him did little discourage my intentions and I took a couple of steps towards the bed. That was when I noticed his hand was under the sheet, which was moving up and down. 

I instantly felt my face flush and at that moment Joe opened his eyes. 

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, his hand quickly coming out from under the covers. "Karma, what the hell are you doing in here?"

"I..." catching him masturbating had thrown me off a little, but staring at the sheet which was still raised up I wondered what he had been thinking about; maybe a pretty young brunette?

"Don't you knock?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

He looked pissed, but waving his hand disgustedly at me, he said, "It was pretty obvious what you saw me doing and I'm not some teenager who thinks they're in trouble and would deny it, but having said that, do you think whatever you wanted can wait until tomorrow?"

"Nope." I shook my head and slowly approached the bed.

I pulled my eyes from the rather impressive bulge under the sheet and looked up to see him staring at my legs. 

"Why did you come up here?" he asked, raising his gaze to my face.

"Couldn't sleep." 

I had reached the bed and looking down at him gave him a mischievous smile, "If it makes you feel any better, I was doing what you were doing."

"You were?" he looked confused, then to my delight started to blush, "Oh." He said simply his blue eyes widening. 

"I was." Placing my hand on the bed, I swung one leg up, placing my knee next to his leg. 

The robe fell away, not only exposing my leg up to the hip but also showing the thin string of the thong over it. The look on Joe's face was almost comical, his eyes looked as if they were going to pop out of his head and his mouth was open. 

"Do you think we were thinking the same thing?" I asked, placing my hand on his thigh and squeezing it through the sheet.

"Karma, what are you doing?"

"Not fair answering a question with a question, Joe." Bracing my hand on his thigh, I swung my other leg up so I was now kneeling on the bed next to him. My heart was starting to beat faster, but in excitement more than nerves. Joe's eyes couldn't' look away from me and he hadn't told me to get out.

"I don't know what you're talking about and I, think..."

"You think way too much." I made a clucking sound while beginning to rub his leg. "And lately so have I, but it's time to do something besides think."

"Karma, are you drunk?"

"No, but I'll tell you what I am." Leaning over him so my lips were only inches from his ear I whispered, "What I am is horny and when I'm horny I like to play." I blew in his ear, "Do you want to play with me Joe?"

"I...can't." he shook his head, "You're...."

"A pretty girl who wants to have some fun with a good looking guy." I leaned back far enough to be able to look at him and saw his eyes immediately go to my chest. 

The robe was loosely tied and I knew he could see everything. 

"Like the view?"

He turned even redder and started to look away, but grabbing his chin, I stopped him. 

"You can look, it's not like you haven't before."

"You...you're a beautiful girl Karma, but..."

"I like when you look," I purred, ignoring his protests. "I like to look too."

I let my hand drift down to his chest and a shiver went through him as I trailed my long nails down towards his stomach. "I like what I see." 

I swung my left leg over his legs and let my weight go so I was now straddling him. I could feel him pressing into my ass and cooed, "Oh, I think you do like what you see."

I ground my hips against him and he released a soft moan that sent a wave of heat flowing though me. 

"I think he wants to play," lowering my head, I pushed my lips out in a pout and batting my lashes asked in my little girl voice, "Don't you want to play with me?"

"We can't do this." He shook his head, but he didn't sound very convincing and his eyes were glued to my chest.

"Sure we can." Grabbing the tie to the robe I pulled on it and paused, "You want to see?"

"It's not about that, Karma this wouldn't be...oh goddamn." 

I'd pulled the robe open and letting it slide off my shoulders asked, "Do you like them?" As I had done downstairs, I cupped them, "I know they're a little small, but..."




Karma



"They're perfect." He whispered, "Just like the rest of you."

I looked into his eyes and felt a thrill at the look of desire in them. Between that look and the fact I was on top of him, almost completely naked, my hips began to rock as my body yearned to be touched. Leaning over I slid my arms around his neck and kissing his cheek said softly in his ear, "Remember, good things come to good people. You've been good to me, now let me be very good to you." 

My words were followed by my lips sliding across his neck and I could feel him trembling beneath me. I could feel my own hands shaking where I had them pressed to his back, but again I had no doubt this was exactly where I was meant to be. I let my lips glide across his cheek and found his. Joe groaned deep in his throat as my soft lips pressed against his and it was my turn to make a soft sound of pleasure as he lifted his arms and put them around my waist. 

At first he sat back, letting me kiss him and I had no problem with that. I began to tease him, sliding my lips back and forth across his. His strong hands were rubbing up and down my bare back and my hips were rocking harder against his very interested flesh. I silently cursed the damn sheet that was between us, but for the moment let that go as his lips began to work against mine. 

His hand slid up my back and I moaned as it ran through my long hair. He cradled the back of my head and held my face to his. He had no need to hold me there. If anything it would take a serious effort to pull me away. His lips were now pressing hard against mine and I could feel the urgency in his kiss. Parting my lips I flicked my tongue out and moaned in delight when his lips parted and I felt his tongue dart out and caress mine. 

He pulled me closer and I whimpered at the feeling of my aching nipples pinned to his chest. I started moving back and forth sliding them across his chest and I could feel him breathing heavier into my mouth. Pulling his lips from mine he lowered his head and my eyes rolled back when they found the soft skin between my neck and shoulder. 

Joe's fingers were running through my hair and he had begun to suck gently on my neck. I started bouncing up and down, rubbing his excited flesh against my ass, but still through that damn sheet. Joe's lips left my neck and my breath caught as they trailed down my chest. I leaned back and his head darting forward, Joe sucked my nipple into his mouth.

"Oh yes!" I cried out, arching my back and shoving my breast deeper into his mouth. Joe was moaning as he sucked my swollen flesh and sliding my hands up I grabbed the back of his head keeping his mouth on my breast. Not that he seemed to mind. His tongue was swirling around my pink nub and I gasped when his fingers found my other nipple.

"That feels sooo good!" 

"Damn they're amazing!" he exclaimed switching his tongue over to the other side. 

"They're all yours." I moaned, "I'm all yours." 

Releasing my nipple, Joe took my face in his hands and pulled me down into a long deep kiss that had my hips grinding and my legs trembling. Our tongues played across each other and I could feel him thrusting his covered cock against the back of my thigh. He was making a sound between a moan and a whimper and his hips began to move faster. Knowing it had been a long time for him and selfishly wanting to enjoy him when it came time for him to take me, I removed my lips from his and with a sexy smile lowered my head and began tonguing his nipple.

Joe grabbed my upper arms and started to try to pull me back up to him, but I said, "Uh-huh, I never had desert remember?"

"You... Oh shit."

I had slid down the bed, and was trailing my tongue down his chest and across his flat hard stomach. Speaking of hard he was now poking me in my stomach and it took everything I had not to just pull my thong off and get him inside me. But I so wanted to be good to him and show him how much I wanted him and truth be told I was yearning to have him in my mouth.

Even as I slid further down and my tongue was now teasing across the edge of the sheet along his waist that thought stuck with me. I'd always been a little shy in bed, but not tonight. Tonight I knew what I wanted and was hell bent on getting it. Sitting up, I grabbed the sheet, "Let's get rid of this damn thing!"I said and pulled it down as far as I could. 

"Wow." I smiled down at his very excited cock, "I think you were thinking what I was thinking."

"I was." He said, his eyes fixed on my nipples, "I've been thinking about you every night."

"Now what did I say about thinking?" I asked while grabbing him.

Joe groaned and I felt the wet spot between my legs growing as I began to stroke him. He was bigger than any of the guys I'd been with, not just longer, but thicker and I licked my lips at the thought of what he would feel like inside me, but right now I wanted to lick something other than my lips and letting my legs stretch out beneath me, propped myself up on my elbows between his legs and slowly pumped him.

"Oh fuck, that feels good." He groaned.

"Bet I can make it feel even better!"

I placed my tongue at the base of his shaft and shuddered as I ran it along the length and swirled it across his swollen head. Joe moaned and I repeated the motion, licking down the other side. I gave the head a kiss and smiling up at him began to rub him against my cheek. He was oozing and I could feel my face getting sticky from it. I turned my head, rubbing it on the other side of my face, then with a wink, opened my mouth and slowly took him into it. 

"Oh, Karma," he moaned, "Damn you look good down there!"

I giggled around the spongy head of his cock and opening wider took him as far down my throat as I dared. Closing my eyes I sighed, enjoying the sensation of his hard flesh in my mouth. Almost as good as that was his little moans and whimpers when I began to bob my head. Joe reached down and brushing my hair from my face so he could watch, started playing with my hair as I pleased him. 

Wrapping my slender fingers around the base I began following my lips with my hand, stroking him while giving him head. Joe's fingers clenched in my hair and his hips started moving, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. Moaning around him, I pressed my tongue against his shaft and slowed my movements, letting him feel my soft tongue along every inch of him. Bringing my other hand into play I began caressing his balls and when he moaned his approval, I removed him from my mouth and ducking my head started licking them.

"Maybe you're not such a good girl after all

"Really?" I asked, sliding the side of my face along his cock again "I think I'm being a very good girl!"

"I...I can't argue with...."

His words turned into a long groan when I quickly took him back into my mouth and began bobbing my head faster than before. Joe's hips were thrusting harder and my own were grinding into the bed as my aching clit sought relief. I began taking him deeper and stroking and sucking faster. Joe was moaning continuously and I could feel his thighs shaking.

"Oh damn," he gasped, "Just like that, don't stop, please don't!"

His begging caused my hips to begin moving even faster and I sucked him as fast as I could.

"Yes, okay, okay, I...I'm close you don't have to..."

Ignoring him I gave his balls a squeeze and he cried out as he exploded in my mouth. I moaned and my eyes rolled back as he filled my mouth with his warm sticky cum. I'd never minded it in my mouth, but this time I felt as if I were close to cumming by just feeling it oozing down my throat. Joe was pulling my hair, but I didn't care, nor did his hips thrusting into my mouth bother me. 

Right now if there was anything bothering me it was that I needed to cum as hard as he just had. Joe whimpered as I sucked harder, trying to coax every drop from him. Sliding him from my mouth, I licked my lips, and giving him a big smile said, "Is that a proper thank you?"

"It's...it's a damn good start." He panted, trying to catch his breath. 

"Yes it is," I said pumping his still hard cock. 

I was wondering if I would be able to keep him hard so he could give me what I needed, but sitting up, he smiled at me. "Lay back."

"What?" 

"Well one good thing deserves another, no?"

Before I could say anything he grabbed my shoulders and I yelped in surprise when with a wrench of his powerful shoulders he flipped me over onto my back. He rolled over so that his hands were on either side of my head and he was looking down at me. Staring into his blue eyes, I whispered, "I want to feel you." 

"Not yet." He said and I thought I saw his eyes lose their gleam for a moment. 

I quickly lost interest in his eyes when he slid down and caught my nipple between his lips. I moaned at not just how good it felt, but the sight of him from that angle. I was torn between watching his tongue circle my nipple and looking at his broad shoulders and down his back to his ass as he began sliding further down the bed.

Joe sat up on his knees and reaching down grabbed the sides of my thong. Breathing hard and with my heart pounding, I lifted my hips and watched him slide the thong down my legs. I moaned at the sensation of it peeling from where it was stuck to my wet pussy and raised my legs so he could remove it completely. Joe's eyes were filled with what now could only be described as lust as he took in my smooth pink skin and tossing the thong aside, he licked his lips.

"Have I mentioned I've had a good life?" he asked.

"It can still get better," I replied, sliding my leg around his waist and pulling him forward. "Now where were you?"

Joe leaned over me and once again took my nipple into his mouth. This time however, his fingers were sliding through my wet lips and my hips jerked at his touch. He didn't touch my clit or slide his fingers inside; instead he just lightly caressed my at this point dripping pussy.

Joe gave each of my nipples equal attention before working his way further down the bed and sucking on the soft skin of my stomach.

"Oh please!" I moaned in anticipation of where he was heading.

As I had done to him Joe continued licking my stomach all the while teasing the tips of his fingers up and down between my trembling thighs. He seemed to be trying to tease me, but when I lost patience and pushed on his shoulders, he quickly slid the rest of the way down the bed and practically dove into me. 

"Oh God!" I cried out at the sensation of his tongue plunging deep inside me. 

I squeezed his shoulders tightly as he swirled his tongue around. His tongue slid from inside and began working upwards. I moaned and had to make an effort not to move my hips and shove it in his face. Instead I lay there panting and moaning in anticipation as his tongue worked its way through my soft wet folds. He reached the top and I cooed in delight when his tongue traced a circle around my clit. 

"Hmm, that's the spot." I breathed as he pressed his tongue harder to it. 

"Yes it is." He said against my thigh, "You really are perfect."

"You like her?" I laughed, then gasped when he sucked my clit into his mouth, 

"Like her?" he playfully flicked his tongue across my swollen button, "I think I'm in love!" I giggled then stopped when looking into my eyes he added, "And I like her too."

Had he just...my thoughts trailed off and I moaned as he eased a finger inside me and began to pump it while he sucked gently on my clit. Lifting my legs, I put my feet on his shoulders and bringing my hands up began caressing my nipples as he continued to lick me. I let my head fall back on the pillow and closing my eyes, lost myself in the amazing pleasure he was giving me. 

I lost track of time as Joe licked, sucked and teased me; playing my pussy as if he knew it better than I did. Several times he brought me right to the edge to the point my back was arching and my legs shaking only to back off and begin kissing my inner thighs until I'd slowed down. I groaned when he added a second finger inside and heard him breath, "Damn you're tight."

He started pumping both fingers and fastening his lips to my clit began to suck it in and out in time with his thrusting fingers. Again I felt my hips leave the bed and this time pleaded, "Please don't tease me anymore!"

Joe started sucking harder on my clit and sliding his hand up captured my nipple between his fingers. I was playing with the other and my breath caught as I could feel my body gathering for its release. 

"Right there." I moaned, "Oh just like that, just like that! Oh, oh...."

My back arched and throwing my head back I released a long loud squeal. I could feel my body tightening around his fingers and as my hips started bucking wildly, clamped my legs around his head, pinning his face to my quivering pink pussy. Joe was still sucking and his fingers pumping as I started emitting a series of short sharp yelps while riding the strongest orgasm I'd ever had. 

I let out a long shuddering moan when the last waves of pleasure flowed through me and slumping back on the bed moaned, "Wow, that was....wow." I giggled.

"I'll take that reaction." Joe laughed, sitting up between my legs and wiping off his glistening cheeks. I looked down and was thrilled to see he was hard again.

"I hope that's not all you're taking." Beckoning him with my finger I said, "Come up here."

Joe seemed to hesitate, but crawled back up the bed until he was over me. Wrapping my arms around him, I smiled and whispered, "I want you Joe, I want you so bad."

Joe started to lower himself, and then stopped; a strange look in his eyes. 

"What's the matter?"

"I can't." he said, "I...I just can't."

"Course you can." Reaching down between us, I grabbed him and found he was only semi hard. I began stroking it, "Don't worry, you'll be able to."

"No, it...it's not going to work." He began to try to pull away from me, but I wanted this too badly to let him give up. Keeping my arm around him, I said, "Don't think about it. Just let it happen."

"Karma, please, we had fun and maybe...hey!"

I pushed him as hard as I could and as he sat up, I sat up with him and pushed him again. He fell back on the bed and swinging my leg over him; I slid down and with no hesitation took his soft cock into my mouth. I began rubbing his balls as I slowly sucked on him.

"You...you don't have to." He said, "It's okay, you...oh."

"Hmmm," I moaned encouragingly at the feeling of his cock swelling in my mouth. I began sucking faster and his hips were moving even as he still tried to tell me to stop.

His protests soon turned to moans and I added one of my own at the feeling of him once again fully hard. Removing him from my mouth, I slid up and reaching back guided him inside me. I let my weight go and we both cried out as his impressive cock plunged into my tight pussy. When he was fully inside me, I braced my hands on his chest and began rocking slowly up and down.

"Easy," I moaned, "Let me get used to it."

"I hope you get used to it." He said, as he put his hands on my hips.

I started rocking faster and his hands began pushing and pulling on my hips, helping me to ride him. My body had stretched enough to accommodate him and I began moving more confidently. I looked down at Joe and smiled at the look of pure pleasure on his face. Leaning over, I placed my nipple at his lips and began moving side to side teasing them across his mouth. Joe had begun moving his hips as well and I quickly matched his rhythm.

I couldn't believe how good he felt and the moans coming from him and the way I could feel his him twitching inside me told me he was having a pretty good time as well. Sitting straight up, I gasped as that move drove him deeper, but I continued to ride him. Feeling more desirable than I ever had before, I lifted my arms over my head and slowed my hips so I was moving more sensually. 

"Goddamn, look at you." Joe said, "God you're beautiful."

"You make me feel beautiful.".

"Come down here." He opened his arms and letting myself down on top of him slid my arms under his. 

Joe wrapped his arms around me and holding me close started moving inside me with long slow thrusts that felt better than I could have ever imagined. Nuzzling my face into his neck I began kissing it and moving side to side enough to cause my nipples to slide across his chest again. 

"You look good over me." He said in my ear.

Feeling even sexier than before, I said, "How about you see my best angle?"

Pushing myself up from his chest, I swung off him and getting on my knees pushed my ass in the air and waited for him. Joe sat up and I took great pride in seeing there was nothing soft about him now. He kneeled behind me and whistled, "That is a hell of a view."

"Glad you like it, maybe I'll let you see it again."

Joe grabbed my hips and as he eased inside me I thought Maybe? Who was I kidding, there was no way I would let this be the only time. I groaned as my pussy stretched around him, getting used to him being even deeper. Joe started thrusting in and out with those long slow strokes and I moaned at each one of them. He was moving in a steady rhythm that felt amazing, but I didn't want him to have to feel like he had to hold back and began thrusting back into him.

He didn't move any faster, but his strong hands slid up my back and grabbing my shoulders, started pulling me back into him, causing him to plunge deeper than before. Releasing one of my shoulders, Joe noved my hair from my back and began rubbing it as he slowed down even more.

"Damn you feel so good," he said softly, "Look pretty good too."

"You can go faster, if you want." I encouraged, "I'm not going to break" He gave me a couple of harder thrusts and I sighed "You can have anything, anyway you want."

"Well in that case." Joe withdrew from inside me and grabbing my hips caused me to yelp as he flipped me over on my back. 

In one smooth motion, he quickly slid up between my legs and entered me. I moaned and wrapped my arms and legs around him, pulling him down to me. Joe began kissing my neck and as he slid his arms beneath me and hugged me to him. I lay there sighing contentedly each time he eased deep inside me before sliding back out. I began to move my hips in time with him and closing my eyes turned my head, allowing him better access to my neck.

I purred as he took the cue and began nibbling at my neck and ear. I tightened my legs around him and groaned as his shaft was caressing my clit each time he entered me. My legs were starting to tremble and I groaned at the thought I was going to cum with him inside of me. Joe was breathing heavily in my ear and I could feel his heart beating against my chest as he continued the deliciously slow thrusts that were going to bring me to climax.

"Joe, you feel so good." I told him, "I've never felt this good."

That wasn't a lie, I'd never had sex like this before and it occurred to me this wasn't sex, but what people referred to as making love. A lot of people made fun of it as if it were a bad thing, but as far as I was concerned there was nothing bad about it. 

"Faster." I implored him, "Please a little faster?"Joe picked up the pace and I gasped and pushed up into him as my body clung to the edge. Sensing it, Joe gave me a few hard thrusts and I screamed in his ear as my orgasm crashed through me. This time it was his cock my pussy was convulsing around and it felt incredible. I let loose with a squeal so loud I wondered if the neighbors could hear it and what would they think? Well who the hell cared what they thought? I released another loud howl as Joe sped up and was now giving it to me pretty damn hard. 

As the last waves of pleasure crashed through me I bucked my hips, encouraging him to go as fast as he wanted. He was gasping in my ear with every thrust and I could feel his entire body tensing up. 




Karma Ain't Always a Bitch



First I would like to apologize for the length of time with no activity. Real life reared its ugly head. Now that I can work on this a bit, I started working Chapter nine up, and went back through to check a few things, and found myself looking at some necessary edits. They are clarifications and streamlines mainly, with one foreshadowing element added.

In the interest of full disclosure there are a couple of things that you should keep in mind when you read on. I started this with the initial premise and a completely non-sexual dog that you meet in Chapter six. The story made it into the middle of the second chapter, and I found that the characters decided that they were going to change the script so to speak. There are quite a few people that got mad at something that was a phantom wandering around in the drafty halls between my ears. 

I'm not sure about your fantasy world, but mine has no STD's. If I'm thinking about what it would feel like to do whatever to whoever, I'm not going to stop myself and find out if the mental picture has anything communicable. 

I would like to thank "takemeaway my love" for the assistance. 

Thanks for taking the time, and please feel free to comment through the Lit profile.

TNC

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Mark Thompson was hurriedly packing the last of his stuff when he was seized by two large hands that threatened to snap his neck if he twitched. Twitch he did though, and managed to land one elbow to the mid-section of his attacker, although it felt more like hitting one of the bulkheads than a stomach. He regretted it as soon as it landed and was rewarded with being stuffed head first into his rack, a hulk of a person giggling like a loon behind him.

"Let me out, you fucking ape!" Mark yelled, only fueling the unexpected gales of laughter coming from Jack Swanson, the chief of the SEAL unit attached to the special operations submarine Mark was assigned to. 

They had known each other for over twenty years, Jack and his sister Amy were closer to him than any family could ever be. They had seen him through more drama than anyone deserved and were still his lighthouses in every storm. 

Once Jack was finished with his giggling fit, something that really didn't fit his 6'4" 250 pound frame, he wiped his eyes and relented, letting Mark climb back out of his rack. 

"What's on the menu for this morning, chief?" Jack asked knowingly. 

Mark was most certainly headed home as fast as his '69 Z28 could carry him. Vanessa, his wife and next best friend, was going to be there and he was looking forward to a weekend of sexual aerobics. 

Vanessa was Mark's dream girl. She was funny, intelligent, and seemed to know what he thought sometimes before he did; not to mention beautiful. She was his fantasy come to life, stood just a shade over 5'5" and weighed in close to 140, although it was a guess at best; he didn't do stick women. Her hair was a deep chestnut color and fell over her shoulders in waves, framing her face that was dominated by the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. They were the color of mahogany and would entrance Mark any time he looked into them. 

The rest of her filled out a size 8 dress and a 36C bra quite nicely. Mark learned this the hard way by telling a salesperson, "I think she's your size." Needless to say, Vanessa wasn't pleased and made sure that the error was corrected, thank you very much. All of that was stacked onto a set of shapely, tanned legs that climbed straight to heaven, better known as her spectacular ass.

Mark and Vanessa had been married a little over ten years and life was good. The only thing that sucked was going to sea, but they only had to make it another six months and he was done. It was time for the picket fence and 2.3 kids. He also wouldn't mind some elbow room and not having to sleep within reaching distance of nine other people. Not smelling the results of the beanie wienies that were typical meals before the midnight watch began would just be icing on the cake. Still, if it weren't for the separation, he thought he could make a career of it; he liked the job and the people, just not the bullshit. 

Once Mark got back to his feet, he made a great show of dusting himself off and fixing his hair, then turned to his friend and smirked. 

"I just thought I'd go shopping and get my nails done, you thilly man!" in his best lisping voice. 

The rest of the people in the goat locker, better know as the chief's quarters started laughing with the two best friends; they also knew where he was headed, and everyone except Jack was just a bit jealous. 

When Mark returned from a few days liberty with Vanessa, he was more spent than when he left; scratches on his back, hickeys everywhere else and that thoroughly fucked look that made him the envy of the crew. 

As Mark and Jack made their way ashore and to their cars, Jack stopped. "If you can get your asses out of bed for an hour this weekend, come over and we'll do ribs," he offered. It was highly unlikely since the couple normally did their best to shame a herd of rabbits on Viagra with their sexual capacity and intensity, but it was worth a try. 

"Yessir. Can't guarantee anything though," Mark said with a leering look and a wink. 

With that, he started the car and the thirty minute commute to the house. If he timed it right he could catch Vanessa before she left for work and she would be "sick". The ladies that worked in the office with her thought the world of him, and clearly approved of her intermittent illnesses that coincided with the return of the boat. 

Jack sighed and watched Mark leave, with a grim look he headed back to the boat. There was still work to be done.

Mark stopped at a florist that opened early and picked up a dozen of the prettiest roses and a little stuffed bear to add to the hundreds he had already given her. As he headed for home, the memory of the morning before the last underway surfaced, the movie playing out in his mind. 

Vanessa had surprised him by waking him up early wearing a lacy, black shelf bra that effectively put her tits and nipples on platters for him to feast on. The garter belt attached to the black silk stockings that finished off in the stilettos was just the bow needed to finish the present.

When she settled her thighs around his head to wake him, he opened his eyes and let out a muffled exclamation. She had shaved her pussy and left a small tuft above her obviously swollen clit. He had been pestering her to shave but up to this point she had never given in, trimmed yes, but the razor, no. To reward her, he reached up and palmed both cheeks of her ass, planting her pussy fully on his chin. 

Mark started by running the flat of his tongue from the tiny bud of her ass to the hood of her clit, making her yelp and grab a handful of his hair as she tried to keep his tongue on her clit. He hooked his arms under her silk encased thighs and flipped her over on the bed. Putting her thighs on his shoulders, he pushed and folded her at the waist, her heels pressing into his back and her legs falling open to allow him better access to her gaping labia. Pulling back, he could see her juices running, soaking her thighs and the sheets below her. 

Vanessa reached down with the hand that wasn't full of hair and spread her pussy open, then did her best to shove her clit down Mark's throat. She was getting desperate and needed to cum. It was almost like she was on fire and the only thing that could put her out was Mark's very talented tongue. He started by sucking as much of her pussy into his mouth as he could, flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue. Alternating that with mashing it with his tongue and she was quickly approaching a thunderous orgasm. 

Mark pulled back and kept her on the ragged edge. She tried to reach for her clit to finish, but got her hand nipped which just made her hotter. Her heels were digging into his back while she was pivoting her hips, trying to get some relief. He started sucking her lips, first one then the other, pulling them into his mouth and lightly chewing them. The mild pain translated to even more delicious sensations, pushing her higher. Once again she reached for her pulsing clit and Mark trapped her hand pulling it and the other underneath her ass, effectively tying her down. 

When he figured that she was at the point of considering killing him, he brought his fingers to her drooling pussy, soaking them. Once they were ready, he slowly slipped two fingers in her ass pushing in until they were buried to the hilt. That was enough to set off Vanessa's long awaited orgasm as she started swiveling her hips begging for more. 

"Please baby...oh fuck I'm cumming...eat my pussy you bastard...pleaseeeeeee!" 

Once he felt the walls of her ass clench and tasted her pussy flooding his mouth, Mark took his other two fingers and quickly slid them into her pussy, finding her g-spot and pressing on it, at the same time he sucked her clit, pressing it against the roof of his mouth with his tongue. All of this multiplied Vanessa's orgasm and all she could do was scream and hold on. Mark was sure that if they had any neighbors, the police would be showing up to investigate the death, either that or they would soon be fucking themselves senseless. 

Mark kept sucking and licking trying to prolong Vanessa's orgasm and she had gone from full-throated screams of pleasure to silent panting and pleas that she couldn't take any more. Infinitely pleased with himself, he pressed on either side of her gspot while he started fucking her ass with his other hand. She was still begging when he started to pulse his tongue across her very erect and way too sensitive clit causing her to meltdown in another mind blowing orgasm that left her quivering and barely aware of where she was. 

She had rolled into Mark's warm, secure arms and savored the way his muscled chest felt. She took deep breaths trying to pull in as much of his essence as she could, as if filling up her batteries to sustain her through the coming deployment and the enforced solitude. No matter how many times they said goodbye, it never got easier but they still had some time so she shifted that to the back of her mind. 

She started running her hands over Mark's chest, teasing his nipples. running her fingers in circles and planting little nibbling kisses on his neck and ears. She wrapped her leg around Mark's erection, catching it between her silk wrapped thigh and calf, grinding her soaking pussy against his hip while masturbating him with her leg.

She was whispering into his ear between nips and nibbles. 

"Do you like that baby? Do like me jerking you off with my leg? I'm such a bad, nasty girl...do you want to punish me? You want to spank me?" 

Vanessa felt her pussy getting wetter, if that was even possible. She had left the implied please at the end silent, and had on occasion been known to enjoy a red ass, Mark's hand doing the job perfectly. 

All Mark could do was pant and moan, reaching up to roughly roll her nipples, pulling and twisting them. There were times when she liked things easier and slower, just before and after an underway were NOT those times. Now she wanted it hard, fast and repeatedly. 

Vanessa slid up, offering her swollen nipples to his mouth, shivering as he sucked first one and then the other. Scraping his teeth across her sensitive, distended nubs, stopping to pull them with his teeth, just served to add fuel to her fire. Pulling his head harder, she let him know that she wanted more. 

Mark reached up grabbing a breast in each hand, squeezing each one hard enough to leave dents as he kneaded and pulled them. Using her tits as handles, her pulled her down and buried his face in her cleavage, biting and sucking each in turn. He knew he was marking her and the way she was gasping and grinding against his thigh assured him that she was fine with it too. 

He pushed both nipples together and started running his tongue between them and sucked them deep into his mouth, always a guaranteed trigger for Vanessa. Her nipples were like two more clits and gnawing both of them at the same time always had her screaming and cumming in minutes. This time was no different and she rewarded Mark with another very vocal orgasm.

Vanessa threw her head back and screamed as her pussy convulsed in another orgasm. 

"Fuck fuck fuck...eat my nipples, fucker...c'mon you bastard...I'm cumming...FUCK ME DAMMIT!"

Mark grabbed her ass and pushed her hips down until she was straddling his hard cock and started slowly stroking. They both savored the sensations as the engorged head rubbed between her lips, circling her clit. Vanessa started angling her hips to try to get him inside and was surprised when he brought a big palm down on her ass.

"You'll get it when I decide, not you," Mark said. 

Vanessa grinned and tried again. There was a masculine growl, followed by a stinging swat on the other cheek. She decided to try another way to get him inside her aching pussy. 

"Please Mark. I need that big, thick cock stretching me out. God baby, I don't think I can take it any more. Please fuck me. Pleeeeaaaassssseeee...OH FUCK YES!"

Mark slammed his cock in so hard and fast that he thought he had bruised both their pubic bones. He grabbed Vanessa's ass and pushed her down on his throbbing cock, rotating his hips, feeling her cervix opening, holding the head of his cock like another set of labia. Mark kept stirring her pussy with his cock, hitting all of those spots deep inside, driving her even further toward the abyss of pleasure that waited. 

She mashed her lips to his, her tongue snaking out and invading his mouth as she pulled her hips up until only the purple head of his cock was left inside. She hesitated for a moment, swirling her hips in sensual circles, savoring the feel as he stretched her opening. Suddenly she dropped down, stuffing herself full of his wonderful cock. Soon she lost herself in the rhythm; up, pause, slam down, repeat. 

Mark reached around and felt the tight little bud of her asshole. He ran his fingers along his cock for lube, and slipped them into her ass, stretching it slowly. He could feel his cock as Vanessa fucked him, trying to get more of his fingers inside by pushing back and grinding against the invading digits. He smiled and stuck the fingers of his other hand in her mouth. 

Groaning, she deep throated his long fingers like they were little cocks, coating them with her saliva. Once she was satisfied they were ready, she released them and gave him a sultry smile knowing what was coming next. 

Mark reached back and added the other index finger, stretching her and opening her ass to his fingers. He felt her pussy gush and then both openings clenched tight enough to stop him from thrusting. 

Vanessa threw her head back to scream when she came, but just held her breath for what seemed an eternity while her body shook from her orgasm, her nails digging into his chest. That was all it took for Mark and he slammed his cock as deep as it would go, dumping his load of cum into her depths. 

All they could do was lay in a twisted mess of limbs and gasp for air. Vanessa was still twitching with aftershocks causing her walls to flutter against Mark's partially deflated cock, the feelings too good to ignore. He was still hard enough to make small thrusts and he started kissing her neck and ears, sucking her lobes into his mouth like they were nipples. 

Vanessa started moaning and twisting her hips knowing that he would have to be almost dead not to respond. He didn't disappoint, stretching and filling her completely again. The walls of her pussy were coated in a mixture of both of their fluids, making movement frictionless and she knew Mark could go until he literally fucked her senseless. He had taken her to that point so many times, but it seemed he had other plans. 

Mark grabbed her ass and without pulling out he rolled over so she was under him. He wasn't huge, but at 6'1" he had the leverage he needed to grab her ankles around the straps for her heels and bend her in half. He also had the bulk at 190lbs to put some authority behind his thrusts and started slamming into her upturned pussy, her ankles above her head. 

Vanessa loved being pounded like this. It really didn't happen enough, but when it did, it was heaven. She lost herself in the slap of his balls against her ass and the feel of him slamming against her clit time after time. She lost track of how many times she came and it all turned into one long climax. After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, Mark pulled out, dragging a whine out of her, her pussy was gaping open trying to grab the absent cock. 

Mark pulled out, grabbed Vanessa's hips and flipped her onto her knees with her shoulders on the bed. Her stockings were soaked with their fluids and her hair was done in that thoroughly fucked style. Her lips were stretched open and the mouth of her pussy was pulsing like she was still in the middle of cumming. He grabbed his shaft, lined it up and jammed it fully home again.

She screamed when the big spongy head slid deeper into her cervix, shocking her with the ferocity of the thrust, only fueling her desire more. Reaching between her legs, she started pulling and pinching her clit. Any other time she couldn't have handled the treatment, but she was over the line and mauled her pussy around his thrusting cock. She pulled off and spun around, grabbed his hips and jammed his cock into her mouth. She loved the way they tasted together and couldn't seem to get enough of either the cock battering her throat or their mixed fluids. Vanessa had three fingers slamming into her pussy and would alternate slurping her fingers clean with swallowing his throbbing cock.

Mark was in heaven and watched his sexy wife trying to fit his entire cock down her throat. He wasn't really sure how big it was but it was a "two-fister", he could get both hands around it and still have the head showing. Vanessa had started stroking the base while running her tongue around the head, greedily slurping the pre-cum as soon as she tasted it. 

He leaned over and moved her hand and replaced her fingers with his thumb, rolling her clit and softly tapping it. The way she was groaning around his shaft was setting off tiny electric sparks in his head and when she came he had to think about baseball box scores to keep from shooting down her throat. 

While she was still coming down, he crawled around behind her and slid back into her well used pussy eliciting another groan, although at this point he wasn't sure what kind of groan it really was. He reached over and slipped the drawer open, pulling a bottle of lube out. He had set a pace he thought he could keep while he lubed both thumbs and started sliding them across her tight little rosebud. At first he just rubbed along the sides, causing her to moan in pleasure this time. He slipped both thumbs in and slowly spun them to stretch her ass and started adding more lube until he was sliding two and then three fingers in, matching his strokes into her pussy. 

Vanessa was moaning and panting and was sure she was done cumming for the night, but it felt good and she wanted Mark to cum in her again. That all changed when he replaced his fingers with his cock. It hurt when he pushed past the ring of her sphincter, but it hurt so good. She missed, by a few hairs, being able to get her fingers to meet when she grabbed his shaft and there was no way she could reach around the crown, so when Mark slid the head in it was still a big stretch. He paused until he saw her nod her head and started sliding in further, pushing her apart slowly. His cock was throbbing and pulsing and she could feel every vein and ridge, each causing little explosions in her pussy.

By the time Mark bottomed out and his balls were sitting against Vanessa's clit, she was already making unintelligible sounds. When he started stroking into her ass, she started moaning and by the time he was pounding away she was shrieking and her pussy had a steady stream of fluid running down her thighs, pooling around her knees on the bed. Reaching the limit to what he could take; Mark grabbed her hips, jammed himself against her hips and shot another load of cum deep into her ass. She slid into a boneless heap under him. He followed her down to the bed and lay on top of her, unable to move.