0 comments/ 72554 views/ 11 favorites The Girl of My Dreams By: eeric My girlfriend Kim and I have been together for about a year and half now. She really is a awesome girl, and I have to say that I've never loved a girl as much as I love her. I would say that I consider myself rather lucky to been able to get a girl like her, I mean she's soo gorgeous. Although I'm not a bad looking guy, even though I'm not exactly what you would call a hunk. I'm 24 years old, and about 5 foot 9. I think you could say that I have an average build. Although I try to go and work out now and then, still I'm more to the skinny side then chubby. At the moment I work in a large grocery store, which I rather like actually. As you would imagine I don't make that much money, but I'm rather happy with what I do, so it doesn't matter that much. In the bedroom department, I would like to think that I'm rather above average, even though I'm not the biggest guy, standing 7 inches erect. But Kim have never said anything that would make me think that I'm doing anything wrong. Kim is rather the vixen in bed, loving sex as much as I do, maybe even more. One thing in particular that she likes to do, is to give head. If that wasn't enough, the thing she loves even more is cum, another reason why I would consider myself a very lucky guy. How would I describe Kim other then perfect, well I love her so she would be rather perfect to me. But it's not far from what other guys would say about her as well. Kim is this 22 year old, 5 foot 5 natural blond. She has the sexiest face you could imagine, along with that shoulder length blonde hair. Her body is another gorgeous thing about her... Slim waist, long sexy legs, a firm tight butt, and of course her natural double D breasts. It's those kinds of breasts that just fit perfectly in your hands, and you can just spend hours fondling. And Kim really takes care of her body as well, working out regularly. I know it almost sounds too good to be true, but it is. Although there is a small snag about my girlfriend. She works as an exotic dancer, meaning she strips. We had gone out for about a month before she told me,that she danced. At first it came as a bit of a shock, finding out that your girlfriend takes of her cloths in front of strange men. I still get a bit jealous when she goes down to the club... But I love her, and she loves me, and I know that dancing is all that she does, nothing else. And it's what she enjoys doing, so I try being supportive as much as I can. I've even been down to the club where she dances, and I have to say that she looks absolutely stunning up on stage. Although I get quite jealous when I'm down there, seeing all the men she dances for, naked. Smiling at everyone, looking sexy, but I know that she has to do that to get the big tips, although I also know that she really likes what she does. She also does lap dances, which I have a hard time watching, although most of them are in private booths where you can't see in. So if I'm down there, I try not to watch her whilst she's giving someone a lap dance, as I get even more jealous seeing her do that. Knowing that she's brushing her firm butt against another man's crotch, and fondling her breasts close to his face. Although, Kim has told me that she gets really turned on doing lap dances when I'm there watching her. As you might have figured out, she makes quite a bit of money, much more than I make. But she doesn't spend it all on fancy new things all the time, like most do. She's actually rather smart, well to be honest smarter than me, if you measure by the grades we got in school. She was a grade A student, and I was mostly a C student. Working as an exotic dancer Kim has actually gotten a rather large savings account. We have gone on quite a few trips abroad due to this, something we could never have down with my salary. One Thursday evening as she was getting ready to go down to the club. I walked in to the bedroom as she stood in front of the mirror culming her hair, only wearing a bra and a pair of string panties. God she looked hot. "Hi honey..." Kim said as I walked in. "Hi beautiful..." I said walking over and giving her a kiss on her neck. "Mmm... you coming down tonight...?" she asked me. "Not sure, maybe... you want me to." I then asked as I sat down on the bed. "You know I do..." She told me with smile. She liked me being down there watching her undress in front of other men. Kim could be real tease. She then turned around, looking at me in a very sexy way. "You know what I'd like honey..." She said smiling. "Oh I have a pretty good idea..." I smiled back. I knew what that look on her face meant, she was in the mood for something in particular, something she was almost always in the mood for. She was in the mood for giving head, or more to the point, me cumming in her mouth. She licked her lips as she slowly walked over to me. Kim then put her hand on top of the bulge in my pants, as she sat down in front of me. "Mmm already hard..." She said smiling up at me. "Well you kind of have that effect." I smiled back at her. She then unzipped my pants and pulled them down. After which she moved onto my briefs, pulling them down exposing my hard on. "Mmm..." She gave out a little moan as she put my cockhead between her lips. "Ahh..." I moaned as she began to suck me. She had the most incredible mouth, knowing exactly how I wanted it. As she was blowing me, I couldn't help but to think of all her past boyfriends she had done this to. Kim had made no secret of the fact that she loved giving head, and that she had had quite a bit of practice in the past. Although I tried not to think about it, the thought of her giving blowjobs to other guys often ended up in my head. "Mmm..." Kim moaned as she slurped on my pulsating cock. But the thing that made me feel almost a bit guilty, was that I even got harder when I thought about her blowing other men. "Ahh... god honey..." I grunted as I tensed up more and more. "Oh yes honey, come in my mouth, give me all that delicious cum." Kim moaned as she licked under the tip of my head pushing me over the edge. "Ahh..." I grunted out as I began to spurt right into her open mouth. "Mmm..." She gurgled as she took my load. A few seconds later I eased down. She then opened her mouth a little showing me the cum in her mouth, as she then closed and swallowed it all. "Mmm, I feel so much better now..." She smiled. "Thank you honey..." She said giving me a little tongue kiss. She liked doing this after I had come in her mouth, giving me a little taste of it myself. I guess she liked doing it because it made me feel a bit more submissive to her. And if that was what it took to have such an awesome girlfriend, well then I was all okay with it. A few moments later she was off to the club. I was considering if I should go down to the club myself, and an hour later I had decided to head down there. The club was located in an area with a majority of the population that were black. The club itself was mostly a black club, Kim and another girl were the only white girls dancing there. That was one of the reasons why she was so popular down there. Not that I'm a racist or anything like that, but the thing that made me the most jealous, was the fact that it was black men she was dancing for. As I came down to the club the bouncer in front let me in. Because of the fact that my girlfriend was a dancer they let me in in front of everyone else. There was some semi-loud music playing as I walked in. I'm not really familiar with the latest music so I guess it was some kind of blend between; house - club - rap... "Hey man." Jerome the bartender said as I came up to the bar area. "Hi Jerome..." "You want something...?" He asked. "Yeah, give me a cold one." I said as I looked up at the main stage where Desire was dancing. Desire was this petite black woman, who was actually the only girl in the club that Kim didn't like, and that really didn't like Kim. I don't exactly know what their beef was about, but it was clear that they didn't get along. "Hey your girl will be up next." Jerome told me as he handed me the beer. Jerome was actually the only one in the staff that I could talk to. The others just liked to embarrass me with talk about Kim; what a sweet ass she got, how much they would like to do her, and such talk. A minute later Desire went backstage and the music changed... Then a moment later Kim got up on stage, and you could hear the guys around the stage woo and whistle at her. I still got a bit jealous seeing her up there on stage, as she slowly got undressed in front of those guys. I do have to admit that I was actually getting a bit hard as well, seeing my girlfriend in the midst of all those black guys. Though I would be embarrassed to say so, but I guess it was the contrast of my white girlfriend being surrounded by black men that gave me a hardon. Then a few chairs down I heard a girl tell one of the bartenders: "Give me a drink, can't stand to see that white slut up on stage." It was Desire who was telling the bartender this. I looked over at her, and she looked over at my direction, I quickly looked away hoping that she hadn't seen me. "Here watching your bitch girlfriend huh..." Desire said as she walked over to me. No pretending to like Kim from her side. "Hey I would appreciate if you didn't call her..." "Call her what, a white slut out to get some black guys." She then said. "Hey..." I was about to tell her off. "Cool it Desire... we don't want any disturbance here." Jerome came up and told her from behind the bar. "No sweat, I'm down with that." Desire said. "I'm just telling the white boy how it is, that's all." She then said. "Don't mind her, she's just in one of her moods." Jerome then said. "What do you mean, in one of her moods." Desire then said to Jerome wanting an answer. I took the opportunity to sneak off to the washroom whilst they were arguing, had to take a leak anyway so. As I came out from the washroom... "Hey, if you don't believe me about that... girlfriend of yours, take this key." It was Desire who waited for me outside. "I don't want it, and I don't believe..." I was trying to say something more. "You don't want to believe that, that slut gives guys blowjobs in the private booths." Desire then said. I stopped, I was shocked at what she had said. "Here take the key and go look for yourself, it goes to the backroom behind the private booths." Desire gave me the key. I couldn't believe that I took the key from her, and I still didn't believe a single word that she had said. But... I was just the blowjob part that I was a little worried about. I mean, I know Kim really likes to give head, well loves would be the right word. But still, she wouldn't do that to anyone else than me, would she...? No... I trust Kim, she wouldn't do that to me... I decided to go and find Desire and give her the key back. As I looked for her over at the bar, someone came up to me from behind me and gave me a hug. And I got a kiss as I turned around. "Hi honey..." It was Kim. "Hi." I said as I gave her a small kiss back. "So you liked the show..." She smiled and teased me. "Yeah, you looked awesome." I smiled back at her. "Thanks... I have to go for a bit, have a few private dances." She told me. "Okay, see you later." I said as I got a little jealous of the private dances part. As I saw her going into one of the private booths with this huge black buy, I thought about what Desire had told me. I couldn't get her words out of my head, and I felt that key in my hand. "Okay, I'm just going to go back there to prove her wrong." I told myself as I walked over to the backroom door. I unlocked it and went inside. It was a small corridor with see through mirrors into the private booths. There were some cameras lined up with the mirrors. Kim had told me that there were cameras watching them in the private booths, incase anyone got violent. I walked past some mirrors seeing a few black girls dancing for some guys. Then I came up to the booth where Kim was dancing for the black guy. She had already gotten her top off, and was giving this guy a lap dance in her string bikini bottom. I turned away, not sure if I wanted to see this, but I couldn't help it, so I looked back at them again. Kim was pressing her firm butt down and moving it around the guy's crotch. I could hear the guy go; yeah and ahh... Kim then stood up for a moment dancing sexy in front of him... I hadn't noticed before, but I had gotten a huge hardon by watching this. Then Kim leaned forward and pressed her large breasts into this guy's face. I couldn't believe that she would actually do this, but she had told me that the guys weren't allowed to touch them. So I shrugged it off, and besides I was kind of hot seeing this. She then went up again and danced a little... The guy then said something to her. I couldn't hear exactly what he said, but Kim nodded her head yes. I could then see the guy unzip his pants and pull out his hard black cock. "What the." I quietly spoke out. I then saw Kim smile at him as she slowly got down on her knees in front of him. This couldn't be happening... but it was. I watched as Kim opened her mouth, and let that cockhead of his slowly slip inside between those sweet lips of hers. I turned away again, not believing this was happening. Slowly turning my face back at them again, and there Kim was, sucking on this black guy's cock. I could hear the guy's small grunts... I knew what he was feeling, Kim had done that to me lots of times, and she was awesome at it. I felt a bit heartbroken, but at the same time I couldn't stop watching. And to my own surprise my hand had actually found its way down to my crotch. Was I actually turned on by watching my love give this black guy a blowjob? "Ahhh..." I could then hear the guy grunt out loudly. I could see Kim had stopped sucking him and was just keeping her lips closed around his cockhead. I knew what that meant, he was cumming in her mouth, as well as I knew how much Kim loved the taste of cum. I then saw Kim slowly slipping her lips from his cock, keeping her mouth closed as she looked up at the guy. She then closed her eyes and made that swallowing look, she then opened her eyes and then slowly licked her lips smiling at the guy. "Ahh..." I couldn't help it, when I saw that I just came in my pants. I felt embarrassed and jealous so I just ran out of there, taking the fire exit way out of the club. For the remainder of the night I just wandered around the town, not knowing what to think about what I had seen. Didn't Kim love me, how could she have done this to me... As I came home at 5 O'clock in the morning, opening the front door. "Honey is that you..." Kim rushed up to the door. "Oh honey I've been so worried, where have you been..." She asked whilst hugging me tight in her arms. "Has something happened, you're not hurt are you...?" She kept asking me. I could see that she was even crying a little. How could this woman that I loved, after having cheated on me, and probably more than once, be so concerned about me. "We need to talk Kim..." I told her as I walked her into the living room. "Okay... has something happened, I've been so worried..." She said again wiping her tears. I then looked into her eyes. "I saw you..." I said. "You saw me... what... you saw me...?" She asked sounding confused. "In the private booth." I then said. "You saw me in the..." She then seemed to realize what I had seen. She looked down a little and then up at me again. "Honey I...I... don't know what to say...I..." She tried to say something. "How could you do that to me, I thought you loved me." I said to her. "I do love you, I love you with all of my heart." She said looking at me soo innocent. "I would never do anything to hurt you..." She told me. "Then why... how could you give another man a blowjob?" I asked her. "I'm soo sorry, I wanted to tell you about it soo badly, but I just didn't know how." She then told me. We just sat there looking at each other for a long time. "How long has this been going on...?" I then asked her. "A few months..." "A few months!" I said. "Well... close to a year." She then said looking down a little. "A year..." I said feeling shocked. "Honey I love you more than anything, it's just that I have this urge." She then told me. "But you have me, and you do it to me everyday..." I then said. "Yes, and there is no one I love doing it to more than you, but." She said. "But...?" "I just need it more, I can't help it, I just love giving head." She then said. "I know, but I thought we loved each other, and I was enough for you." I said. "We do love each other... well I love you, but it's just that I get these urges, and I get soo hot that I just have to suck someone." She told me. "Have you ever..." I looked at her. "No... no honey I promise, I would never sleep with anyone." She then told me. "I don't know if I believe you..." I told her. "It's the truth, it's you that I love, and I would only go to bed with the man I love. I wouldn't do that to you..." Kim told me. I looked at her, and she looked at me. "Okay I believe you." I told her. "Oh honey..." She leaned over and hugged me, and I could see that she got a tear in her eye. "I want you to know, that I really wanted to tell you about the other thing. It's just that I didn't know how, and I didn't want to hurt you." She then told me. "I feel so much better know that you know about it." She said. "Yeah..." "I don't know how I feel about it though." I said. "Are going to do it more...?" I asked her. "Well... I don't want to hurt you, but it's just that sometimes, a few times a day I just need to go down on a guy and have him release in my mouth." She told me. "And with all those big black guys at the club, it's just soo hard not to go down on them." She continued. Her sudden openness made me a bit anxious. "But if you want me to, I guess I could try and stop doing it." She told me looking a bit sad. I leaned over and gave her a hug as I couldn't stand to see her hurt, even with what I now knew. "We'll talk about it in the morning." I told her as I gave her a kiss on her neck. I then leaned back a little and gave her a tender kiss on the mouth. "Oh honey..." She gave out a little moan. I then took her hand and we slowly walked upstairs to the bedroom. A little moment later up in our bedroom, as we were slowly removing each others cloths, Kim smelled something. "Honey... have you cum recently..." She could smell the cum in my pants. I looked down a little. "Have you done it with another girl...?" Kim asked whilst looking a little sad. "I..." I tried to come up with something, because I didn't want her to know that I had cum watching her with that guy. "I understand if you went to another girl, after seeing that." She said looking even sadder. I couldn't take her looking so sad. "Well to tell you the truth, I came when I saw you with that guy." I then told her. "Oh..." She said as she gave me a little smile. "You liked seeing me giving another guy a blowjob..." She said leaning up and giving me a kiss. "Well I..." I actually had gotten rather hard seeing her with that black guy. "You should know, I only think of you when I do it... Imagining that it's you I'm sucking." She told me. I started to get really hard by her talk. And that night we had the most awesome sex we had ever had. The next morning I was down making breakfast as she came down and gave me a hug and a kiss. The Girl Of My Dreams This story is dedicated to my former Lady, whose friendship I still treasure. Special mention goes to the wonderful person who sent me feedback lamenting my recent lack of stories and whose effusive praise and support inspired me to start writing again after a lapse of more than a year. Thank you. See, if you send me feedback, I'll write more. Voting would be lovely too (5's a nice number, hint hint). If you liked this story, then you'll probably like 'From a Boeing 747' as well. Enjoy. *** "So, let's recap. Second Normalised Form is when the database has a non-cardinal key that provides data..." I stifle a yawn and glance disinterestedly around the lecture theatre. Friday afternoon lectures are the worst. The comfortable seats, the low whirring of the air-conditioning, the monotonous drone of Dr Horan's lecture. It takes a Herculean effort just to keep my eyes open. "And of course, if R is part of Q, then Q is in DFN. Everybody following? Good. Now, Tertiary Normalised Form..." Despite my best efforts, my eyelids begin to droop. I force them to stay open and try to concentrate on the slideshow. I've missed far too many classes this year and I can't afford to daydream through this one. My seat is annoyingly comfy and I keep finding myself lazing back to rest. I open my eyes to see that Dr Hayes has moved onto a different topic. I didn't even realise that I'd shut them. Gotta concentrate on the slideshow. I can feel my eyelids weighing down again though, growing heavier and heavier. A sudden girlish giggle to my right makes me start and I sit up abruptly in my seat, kicking the person sitting in front of me. He twists to glare at me and I try and look abashed. There's another giggle and I turn my head to see a pretty girl suppressing hysterics at the end of my row of seats. I could have sworn there was no-one there a second ago; she must've snuck in quietly while my eyes were closed. I tilt my head quizzically and she slides two seats across to sit next to me. "Sorry, but you just looked so funny," she whispers, her voice carrying the trace of an Irish accent. "Your head kept nodding every time you woke up." She smiles, an exquisite curve of lips that seems to light up her entire face and for a second I lose control of my jaw muscles. She seems really familiar; everything about her rings a faint bell, yet I can't seem to remember when I've met her. "I'm sorry, I'm sure I know you, but for the life of me I can't remember your name." She laughs again and extends her hand with mock formality. "I'm Michelle." "Chris." She is really something. Emerald eyes gaze out from underneath a mane of thick red hair and my gaze shifts momentarily downwards to admire the triangle of cleavage afforded by her blouse and the creamy white thighs displayed beautifully by her miniskirt. I regain control and shift my eyes back to her face. She is already giving me a barely concealed expression of amusement and I know that she saw me look. I struggle for composure. "So, do you normally have this lecture?" "I'm supposed to. Normally try and miss Dr Horan's ones though. I get enough sleep at home." "How come you're here then?" Dr Horan pauses suddenly in the middle of her lecture to glare in our direction and I lower my voice before continuing. "Not that I'm not glad, you're here, but..." She looks down and brushes an errant strand of hair from her eyes. When she lifts her head, a red blush has spread across her china white skin. "I came cause I like watching the cute blonde guy who falls asleep in these lectures." She smiles, hesitantly this time, watching my face for a reaction. My jaw dangles loose for a second before I regain control of my facial muscles. Michelle's smile spreads as her confidence grows and she shuffles closer to me. Her body presses against my side and I suddenly become very aware of the exquisite view of her breasts that I now have, each one pushing deliciously against the cotton of her blouse. The top two buttons are undone and I cannot help but gaze at the creamy skin of her cleavage. My mouth seems incredibly dry and I stumble over my words. "Really?" She moves closer still and her lips caress my ear, murmuring to me. "Uh-huh. I spend every lecture just watching you, thinking about what it would be like to touch you, to kiss you. I've wanted to introduce myself so many times." I turn my head to look at her and suddenly our lips are together. A fiery heat pressed to my mouth, burning up all conscious thought till all that is left is the sensation of her lips on mine. After an eternity, she pulls away. I open my eyes to see her staring back at me, completely unconcerned for who might be watching. Her brilliant green eyes sparkle with unconcealed mirth at my confusion. "Have you woken up yet?" I struggle for words, completely undone by the way the world has twisted upside down in just a few seconds. It seems incredible that just a minute ago I was nearly falling asleep to the sounds of Databases II. She giggles. "You look so nonplussed. Whassup?" "I just can't believe this is happening." A smile breaks through onto my face as she giggles again. "Nor can I. I've wanted to do that since I first saw you." Her hand moves to my thigh and I jump, completely unprepared for the contact. "I've wanted to do this more though." Her fingers start massaging the inside of my leg and I protest weakly, "I didn't even know you a minute ago." "Oh, but you did." She shuffles in her seat, resting her weight on me and I can feel the warmth of her skin pressing against my side. "I am your dream woman. Whenever you close your eyes, you can find me there. I will come to you when your dreams are about to become reality" Her fingertips are trailing up and down my thigh now, fingernails whispering against the denim. My pulse is racing; I can feel it throbbing at my temples as her hand slides further up my thigh with each movement. Fingertips play with the zip of my jeans, opening me up in agonisingly slow movements, each one accompanied by the tick-tick of the teeth. Her hand slides into my boxers and I gasp as fingertips touch bare flesh. "Wha... What are you doing?" Her mischievous grin broadens. "Living my dream as well as yours." Her hand wraps around my cock and I groan quietly. She places a finger to my lips, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. My breathing is getting irregular now as she squeezes and releases me, rubbing and stroking. "People will see!" I protest, but my heart isn't in it. "No-one's watching," she murmurs, her free hand drawing me close for another kiss. Her tongue darts across my lips, grazing over my tongue, the rough touch a delicious counterpoint to the flooding warmth that she was creating in my groin. Her free hand tugs at mine, pulling it into her lap. I can feel soft silky skin under my fingers and I trace them across her leg, enjoying her sharp intake of breath as I draw little circles on her inner thigh. My movements are rucking her short skirt up to her hips and I can't seem to stop staring as she wriggles, exposing more and more of her exquisite skin. No-one seems to have noticed us yet, but right now I couldn't care. Her hips are moving in time to my stroking of her thigh and I can feel the heat radiating from her pussy every time my fingers approach. I'm almost certain that she's not wearing any knickers and the thought of her walking around like that in a miniskirt makes me shiver with anticipation. Her warm wetness brushes against my fingertips and she bites her lip, trying to hold back a moan. Fingertips play across my bell-end, tracing down the vein on the underside before her palm wraps around me, squeezing me to release another wash of heat. Her pussy pulses against my touch and I run my fingers over her lips, grazing up and down in time with her bucking hips. I slide up, brushing against her clit and she shudders against me, her whole body convulsing with the sensation. Her lips press to my ear again, her teeth biting gently on my lobe before she whispers to me. "I want you now." She releases my dick and pulls frantically at the button of my jeans. Her lips find mine and we are kissing again, uncaring now of the need for stealth. She swings her leg over mine, pausing over my throbbing cock. The tip of my dick is touching her hot pussy lips and I don't care how many people might be watching. I don't care that I've only just met her. All I can think of is being inside her, coming inside her. She straddles me slowly and I groan as I feel myself part her. Her pussy is so hot that it burns against my skin and I feel my dick twitch as I enter her. She is on me and around me, all warmth and wetness and wicked smile. I'm tearing at her shirt, desperate to reveal more skin and my hands are on those oh-so-perfect breasts, squeezing and caressing, fingers teasing at her nipples. My lips find the base of her neck as she tosses her head back and I lick and kiss and nibble and suck, trying to taste her completely, moving down to the upper slope of her cleavage. She is shuddering around me and the only sound in the room is her gasping breathing, which is getting more and more ragged. I can feel my own orgasm building inside me, swelling up like water pressing against a dam, the pressure growing by the second. Her pussy squeezes around me and her gasps denigrate into moan of ecstasy as I feel the pulsing around my cock. I lift my head to see the look of bliss on her face as the sensations overwhelm me. I burst and jet after jet erupt from me in frantic waves, every moment elongated by the sensations of her throbbing quim. She slumps into my arms as my orgasm fades, the last few tremors shaking us both. I close my eyes, letting my head roll back onto the headrest, not caring about the other students, the lecturer or anything else beyond thing moment of pure bliss. "Reading for this week's is chapters 8 and 9 of Fengenbaum & Lewis or chapters 2 and 3 of Preece." I open my eyes. Dr Horan is still standing at the front of the lecture theatre, wrapping up his slideshow. All the students are sitting sedately in their seats, watching the lecturer. Michelle is nowhere to be seen. I sit up in my seat, wiping my hand across my eyes to clear the sleep out. It had all been just a dream. None of that had happened. A wave of disappointment washes over me and my head droops. The sexiest girl in the world had been a figment of my imagination. Well that figured – business as usual. I try to stifle a yawn as Dr Horan shoots me a disapproving look. It is an unequal struggle and I end up performing a ridiculously large yawn. A girlish giggle sounds behind me and I turn abruptly. The girl of my dreams is sitting two rows back. And watching me. A smile spread across my face as I turned to the front again, waiting for the end of the lecture. "I will come to you when your dreams are about to become reality" I couldn't wait to meet the girl of my dreams. *** Hope you liked that. Don't forget to vote and to send me feedback. The more you write to me, the more I'll write for you. The Earl The Girl Of My Dreams I could see that the flurries were getting heavier. The shrouded sun was just setting and already the road was getting a coating of white. I began to realize I'd made a mistake. In desperation I'd just spent a weekend skiing in central Vermont, trying to escape the dull ache in my heart, even though I knew I was taking a chance on making it worse. It was the first time I'd ever gone skiing without Katie. I met her almost seven years ago, married her a year later, and very quickly I realized, despite all the warnings from everyone who knew her, she really was the girl of my dreams. We'd taken up skiing together, looking for a winter activity we could both enjoy, and as it turned out we really got into it. So this weekend, I thought I'd see if I could do it without her. The combination of cold air and the concentration required when schussing down a slope at 30 miles an hour actually worked pretty well, and for the first time in months I was able to enjoy myself a little. But though the forecast for today had been flurries by afternoon they actually started in mid-morning. By one o'clock I was having trouble seeing, a real danger when skiing, and the sun was just a bright spot in the sky. So I headed to the lounge in the area's base lodge for a sandwich and a beer, hoping the snow might let up. But the flurries kept coming, and I nursed a second beer before the long drive home. And that's when the memories came flooding back. We met at the Summer Outing, a picnic the insurance company we worked at threw for its employees every year. Since we were both alone, not having brought a spouse or friend, we got paired up in the three-legged race. And we won! Which of course meant we had to celebrate with a beer or two, and by the end of the day we both had a little buzz and had become good friends! I don't know what Katie saw in me, but there's no doubt what attracted me to her. She was a Knockout! Long reddish-blonde hair and a body to die for! It was easy to see from her well-filled t-shirt and cut-off shorts that she kept herself in great shape. And to top it off, she had the most amazing personality. It was like she glowed! I never met anyone so easy to get along with. It wasn't just me; she was at ease with herself, which meant she took everyone else in stride. The company had bussed us from the city to the resort, and on the ride home Katie and I had ended up in the back seat, intentionally, without even discussing it. We made out all the way back to the parking lot. And when she asked if I wanted to stop at her apartment for another beer it was the most exciting thing I'd ever heard a woman say! The fact is, I hadn't heard many women say anything, I was just 21 then, fresh out of college, and with almost no experience socially. I'd been a day student and therefore never involved in the campus life. For some reason, it seemed you were an outsider, even though you attended the same classes. It turned out, Katie was five years older at 26, and was very vague on her background when I asked, but she did say she worked in the department next to mine as a secretary and clerk. That first night we really didn't go very far, just some heavy petting, which, of course, left me just about frantic. But when I asked if I could see her again she said yes eagerly. And when I asked about the next day that was fine with her! On the third date I finally made it to bed with her, and from there on the course was written in stone. I was in love. Of course after that I met some of her girlfriends and then her parents. And from the beginning, the reaction of all of them to me was a little odd, especially when they found out we were dating regularly. I'm sure they saw how I felt about Katie and it wasn't that they didn't like me, but I got subtle warnings from them about her. And as time went on, not so subtle. She had one very close friend, Susan, and one day when Katie was tidying up the apartment, which was where I lived by then, she took me aside. She gave me the strangest look and said, "You really love her, don't you." When I nodded yes she went on, "Robbie, you're a really nice guy, and I know you are wonderful to her. And I know she's in love with you too. But please! Before you go too far, make sure you know everything about her. Make her tell you." I was a little stunned by that statement, but when I asked what she meant her only answer was, "That's not for me to say. The only one who can do that is Katie. I just hope for both your sakes she gets up the courage to tell you." I just sat and looked at her. I couldn't imagine what secret my sweet dear Katie could be hiding. I already knew she'd had a lot more experience that I did, and that turned out to be a very good thing in bed. But when I told her how great she made me feel she just smiled and said, "I've had quite a few boyfriends. None like you though honey, don't worry." And I was content to let it go at that. She really was a terrific sex partner. Sometimes I felt like she was the teacher and I was the student, and she always had something new for us to try. But she made it so easy that I was a fast learner. Our sex life was better than I'd ever dreamed of. And the one thing she always made a big deal about was that I had a big cock, how much it satisfied her and how much she loved it! I'd always figured it was a good thing, but until I met her I never realized how good! There was nothing that she couldn't or wouldn't do. With a little struggle she could deep-throat me and did, eagerly, then told me how much she loved my cock buried in her throat. And it wasn't long at all before we tried anal sex, and when I found out I liked it she was actually pleased! And some of the positions! I joined the gym she went to just to keep up with her! And we both enjoyed working out together, in the gym and then at home. As I got stronger she showed me more and more ways we could make love. God, it was so exciting; something new and challenging and fun all the time! Life was good. Of course I'd been in love with her almost since the beginning, and not just for the sex either. That was a wonderful bonus. It was her personality and the way we matched up. We just hit it off great from the very first day. Anyway, it wasn't too long before I knew this was the girl I wanted to settle down with. How could I even think there could be something better? And I never for a moment got the idea she didn't feel the same way. But way back in my head Susie's words nagged at me. Christmas was coming and we'd been together about six months, and I thought of popping the question then, but I didn't want to rush her and things were so good between us I saw no need to push. So instead, I spent a month's salary on a necklace and a weekend at a four star hotel, which I kept a secret from her. When Christmas Eve came I took her to dinner and gave her the jewelry box and a silver envelope with information about our lover's weekend, and she just stared at me for a moment. I was hoping she wasn't disappointed, since there was clearly not a ring box included, and I began to think she was expecting it. But she opened the envelope first, and when she saw the hotel info her eyes lit up. She loved the idea, and was excited about it. But then she opened the box and saw the diamond and jewel encrusted necklace, and suddenly her demeanor changed. She looked like she might cry, and not with joy. "Robbie!" she said. "It's too much! I don't deserve things like this!" And then she did cry. If I could I'd have willingly given her ten times as much and I told her so, but it didn't seem to cheer her up. She got it together and we made it through dinner ok, but it was not as much fun as before. And as we were about to leave the restaurant she said, "Robbie, there's something I have to tell you, and don't dare let me go to bed without doing it. It's been way too long already." And we drove home in silence. But now both her words and Susan's were ringing in my ears. We got home, got our coats off and I got us a couple of beers, hoping she would loosen up a little, but the silence was deafening. So I took a deep breath and asked her, "Baby, what do you need to tell me? You know I love you, and nothing could be so bad it will change that." By the time I was done speaking she already had tears in the corners of her eyes. I took her hand and led her to the couch, and we both sat, but she left a little space between us. "Baby," she said, "you know I love you too, more than I ever imagined I could. But I feel so guilty I can hardly live with myself, because there's something I never told you about me and you should have known it right up front. But the more I knew I liked you ... then loved you ... the worse the thought of telling you got." "You know I love sex, and with you it's the best it's ever been for me. We go together so well, and with your big cock you satisfy me more than anyone ever has. You are so wonderful to me I trust you completely; just being with you excites me." She smiled just a bit. "And I love the way you can throw me around now, show me I belong to you!" "But from the time I blossomed, around 14, I was sex hungry; almost obsessed with it! I lost my virginity at 16 to the captain of the high school football team, and by the time I finished school, a lot of the rest of the team had slept with me too!" Needless to say, I was a little shocked by that, but she'd told me she'd had lots of boyfriends, and I assumed that's what she meant. I took her hand and said, "Honey, I know you've had a lot of experience, you told me that. And with all the things you taught me I would have had no doubt anyhow. But that was when you were a teenager! And since the first day we met I've never seen you even glance at another man, not once! Whatever you did then just made it better for us now!" I was hoping that would get a smile out of her but it didn't. In fact she looked like she was about to bawl. She had a hopeless look on her face as she started, "Oh god Robbie, I wish that was the end of it, but it's only the beginning! Once I graduated I didn't have as many men around me anymore, but my need hadn't lessened a bit." "I wasn't old enough to go to bars and I tried all sorts of things to meet guys just to spend the night with them and get a good fucking! But that wasn't regular enough to suit me either, and some of those times were pretty dismal. I was frustrated beyond belief, and I had to masturbate regularly; I even collected a whole box full of toys, which I had to keep hidden from my parents, because I still lived at home. Finally, at 20, I couldn't stand it any more and I moved to California." The only way I can describe the look on her face then is "haunted". And I couldn't imagine what could be so bad. She sniffled a couple of times and almost lost it, but then she took a deep breath and went on. "I met some pretty wild people right away, and got into partying and all sorts of crazy shit. And I got noticed. Because I was so damn out of control! And before I knew it, I had a career. Robbie, for three years I was ... I was a ... Oh fuck! I was a Porn Star!" She let out a sob loud enough to be heard in the next apartment and collapsed against my chest, rivers of tears streaming down her face and her body convulsing with heart-rending cries. Before, I had been a little shocked, but now I was truly stunned. I put my arms around her and held her lightly, but my mind was on another planet, trying to digest what it had just heard. Finally, when the sobbing had abated just a bit, she took some deep breaths, and slowly, in the most sorrowful voice imaginable and almost choking on the words, gasped out, "Robbie, you are the best thing that ever happened to me, maybe the only good thing. And I'm such a rotten miserable piece of meat now I don't deserve to even talk to you! No one like you should have to spend five minutes with me. That's why I couldn't tell you; I was selfish and I didn't want this to end. But I've let you get too close to me and now I know I've hurt the only man I've ever really loved!" At that point I didn't know what to say, I had no idea how I even felt! Our life together had been such a polar opposite from what she had just told me I couldn't make any sense of it. The only thing that matched was the love of sex and her skills, but while she had been with me it had been a beautiful thing between us. Finally I asked, "Katie, you said three years, but that's three years or more ago now. How ... why did you get out? And what's happened since then?" She lifted her head from my tear-soaked shirt just long enough to look at me for a moment, her make-up and hair now plastered all over her face and making her look like a zombie. "When I first got into the business I loved it! It was the first time I ever got enough sex and big enough cocks! I was never a starlet – they liked me so much I was featured in just about every video I ever made!" "I really went crazy then, and agreed to do every scene of any kind they could think of, no matter how depraved and disgusting. The only days I didn't work were my period, and even then, sometimes I managed to find some guy to do it with. The men in that business are mostly pigs. I got into the dark side of porn pretty quickly. About the only thing I never did was sex with animals! And if they'd asked ... I don't know, I just don't know!" "But after a while some of people and the things we did revolted even me. There were things I could never tell you or anyone about! I'm too ashamed. And I began to get hurt. They did things to me. And my body always had bruises, sometimes even burns, and cuts and scrapes from ropes and whips and things. I finally realized, no one gave a damn what happened to anyone else. And especially, the men are disgusting! They'll do anything they think makes a good show, and not worry about what happens to you. Hurting someone means nothing, it's part of the game. And it makes them look good. It's even more competitive for the men than the women." "I began to lose interest in acting and even sex! I had gotten so stretched out and hurt so often I could hardly even feel anything anymore, or wanted to. And sometimes I kind of hurt inside so I went to a doctor and he told me that I'd been pounded so hard by so many big dicks I was messed up and probably can't even have kids! I started taking stuff just so I could still perform. Not hard drugs, stimulants and pain pills. But it wasn't until then that I could break free. I woke up one morning and thought, I just can't do this any more! And I quit, cold turkey; packed up my bags and ran home to momma. But mom and dad knew by then what I'd been doing and were only interested in helping if I lived by their rules. I had earned plenty of money, some would say I was rich, but somehow, I knew by then that my parents way was the right way." "So I went from the most depraved slut imaginable to living like a nun. And for a long time that was fine. I thought I would never want sex again! But of course, my body betrayed me. Little by little desires and cravings came back. But the idea of looking for a man was unthinkable! I was terrified that if I did it even once I'd end up back like I was. So I resorted to toys again, and it wasn't satisfying, but I got by." "I managed to get my job. Even with my background the company we work for took a chance on me and I've worked so hard to prove they were right! Living at home I really already had enough money that I didn't have to work, but I wanted to get out on my own, in an apartment." As she talked she was finally able to stop crying, although she was still shaking, her breath coming in deep gasps. And then she looked up at me, like a swimmer going down and crying for help. "Robbie, every word I've told you is the terrible truth, and I know you have to believe it because I couldn't make it up. Now I beg you to believe one other thing. From the time I left Los Angeles you are the first man I have ever been with. The first one I've even touched!" "Getting the job did me a world of good. I guess I've always been naturally outgoing, and being in the office allowed me to at least associate with people again, as part of my job, and I began to feel better. I realized that if I was going to live any kind of life I couldn't be a recluse. And that's why I went to the Picnic." "And things changed when I met you. The girls from the office practically forced me to enter that race, they signed me up! And we just got paired up by luck. But when we actually ran it we had to be pretty close together, hanging on to each other and working together, and I guess I had been starving for physical human contact, even though I'd totally repressed the thought. And you know we got along good right from the start and I had a great time! You weren't looking for anything from me. And, baby, the truth is, you were so innocent! I just knew I had nothing to be scared of with you!" "And when we got in the dark back seat of that bus, all the feelings and desires that I'd known as a teenager came back. Not memories of the days in porn. That still sickens me! But when I was 16 and everything was new! And somehow I felt that, with you, it would be okay again. And it has been, up till now. But I can't make my past go away!" She lifted her head to look at me again, with that terrible hopeless look on her face. But it was like my eyes staring back at her were a pain she couldn't bear, and she buried her face once more in my chest, sniffling. And an amazing thing happened. I did believe her, every word; I knew the awful truth. And I suppose I could have been reviled, angry, or just totally crushed by it. But instead all I felt was my wonderful Katie, hurting beyond belief and helpless in my arms. Nothing mattered but that I had to take care of her, make her feel better, bring her back to me. And my arms tightened around her and I kissed her hair, whispering nothings, only wanting to make her feel better. We went on our weekend, and spent it almost entirely in our room, in bed. But it wasn't about sex. We were just wrapped up in each other, healing, bonding, loving, almost becoming one. I assured her over and over that nothing before "us" mattered, that we could go on without ever addressing the past again. Once she tried to swear that she would be loyal and faithful to me but I stopped her. "Sweetheart, I already know that, just as you must know I'll always be yours. If I thought anything else we wouldn't be here now. For me this is day one. Not the rest of our lives but simply, our lives." And for more than six wonderful years, that's how it was. We married that summer and it was like living a dream. I never knew such happiness was possible. And then there was the accident. It's one of those things you see on television and just shake your head. She went shopping one evening, to buy me a birthday present I think. And got hit by a car speeding through the parking lot. DOA at the hospital. It seemed just too simple to be true. And too final. I was almost literally a basket case. My mind shut off. I'd have killed myself in an instant, but I couldn't think clearly enough to do it. And I ended up in a hospital. I fought it, I really did. I didn't want to get better. I had a vision of Katie in my mind, just smiling at me, and I focused on it, never intending to let it go. In some of my more lucid moments I begged them to let me be with her. I wouldn't listen to the people who tried to council me. Then, one day, the vision spoke to me. I swear it did. "Robbie, do it for me." That's all she said. I didn't even know what she meant. At first I thought, suicide, to join her forever, but I had been willing to do that from the start, any way possible, at the first opportunity. And I really went out of my mind. The Girl Of My Dreams And then, a few days later I woke up one morning and opened my eyes. And saw clearly for the first time in months. The vision was gone. But in its place was Knowledge. I knew what she meant, it was crystal clear. She wanted me to get better, to go on. She didn't want me to forget her, but simply to remember our time together as a gift. A wonderful thing in a life that could be filled with more wonderful things. I was out of the hospital in a week, and the company generously gave me my job back. My life was almost normal, except for the one tremendous void. I began to look for things to do, to keep my mind from dwelling on it. And that's how I ended up at the ski area. When I came out of my reverie I had tears streaming down my cheeks and I was sobbing. Other people in the lounge had moved away from me and were staring, and I realized I'd better get out of there. So I sucked it up and headed for the car, thinking what a terrible idea this had been. I went south on route 8, intending to hit the Mass Pike and take it east to I-91, then go south to my home in central Connecticut. But the flurries were still coming and route 8 is a long winding drive along the Massachusetts Berkshires, so I had a bright idea. I knew there was a road that headed east from North Adams all the way until it intersected 91. The old Mohawk Trail. I'd never been on that road, but I figured it might be shorter and would get me to 91 quicker. And so I turned at the sign that said, "Route 2 East, Mohawk Trail". Even though the flurries got heavier I wasn't worried. I had an Outback with four wheel drive which had gotten me through time and again. But I soon discovered that Route 2 is not a modern highway, it's a winding two-lane road through the eastern Berkshires. And it includes some serious uphill and downhill stretches, including one just east of North Adams, where it heads down the side of a deep valley to a switchback, then goes up the other side. But I'd managed to navigate that okay when I happened to glance at the dash and realized, my gas tank was less than a quarter full. Now I was pissed at myself. It was dark by now and I could see that this road went through some really remote country. But then I thought, "There is at least one good-sized town between here and 91, Charlemont, and anyway, this car will go a long way on a quarter tank." So I headed on. Things were going okay for a while, but the snow was getting heavier, more than just flurries. And I hadn't passed a single car going the other direction, nor were there any tracks in the fresh snow in front of me. And now it was piling up, soon at least three inches and coming down even harder. But I pressed on, not having any real problems other than the need to go slow, but I was certainly getting nervous. And I remember the one thought I had about Katie; that I was really glad she wasn't with me now. At one point, for a few minutes, I thought I saw the glow of headlights behind me, but eventually they faded into darkness again. And I wondered what another car would be doing out here in this. I didn't know it then, but there is a steep, several mile long downgrade along the side of a ridge, where the road goes down to the Deerfield River in Charlemont. But I found out suddenly when I started to plunge down it. I was able to slow my speed to a crawl, and was almost inching along. Until I reached a steep spot with a sharp turn to the left. Suddenly the car lost traction with all four wheels, and I was sliding almost sideways. At first it was like slow motion, but the car was picking up speed like a skier would, until, with a thud and a clang the left rear slammed against the guardrail. I sat there stunned for a moment, until I finally uttered a loud "Oh shit!" in disgust. But I figured, hopefully, that the car could still go on okay, and I was pointing down the hill in the right direction. So I stepped carefully on the gas. And was greeted with nothing but a shudder and a whine from a couple of the tires. Followed by another curse from me. I knew I had to get out and see what was wrong, so I opened the door and stepped out. And in an instant was flat on my back, my head having hit a glancing blow on the road, cushioned only by the several inches of snow. Under the snow was a coating of solid ice. Holding on to the car I hauled myself up, managed to grab my ski poles from the back seat and inched my way up the hill. And there I discovered, my rear bumper was hung up on the guard rail. In daylight on a nice day I might have been able to jack the car up to free it, but at night in a snowstorm it wasn't going to happen. I knew right then I was stuck there until the weather cleared or someone came along who could help. But at least, I could stay warm in the car. Except that I was almost out of gas. Dammit! And I could already tell that it was getting colder. Then I remembered my cell phone. I could call for help! Maybe. But when I turned it on all I got was a blinking "No Service" message. In those hills that would be more expected than not. In a total funk I settled back in the seat and took stock. I had a blanket, some extra clothes in the suitcase and my ski parka, in addition to the jacket I'd changed into. And I had a few snacks that I always brought for the trip. I could make it through the night. But I'd need to ration the gas! That would be a balancing act. The more I ran the engine the sooner it would run out. But I couldn't let it get cold; then I'd waste gas warming it up again so I could get heat. I finally decided I should run it a few minutes every half hour or so. But those thoughts vanished when I noticed in the mirror, a dim glow behind me. Headlights! Perhaps help, maybe a plow. Perhaps at least a ride. Perhaps another accident. And what the hell were they doing here at all? I watched in my side mirror as the car topped the last bump above me and started down the slope where I'd lost control. It wasn't sliding, just coming straight down. But I could see it was going faster and faster, the driver obviously not having any braking on the icy road. And it wasn't till the car was only 50 feet or so away that I realized, it was going to hit me! On it came. It all happened in a second, but somehow it seemed like slow motion. At the last moment the front end veered to the left, just enough to miss the rear of my car, but then veered back wildly as the driver tried vainly to correct. And there was a loud crunch as the right front fender hit my left front, a glancing blow as the car careened on down the hill. But the impact was enough to set it spinning, and it snapped around a tight one and a half turns before the back end slammed hard into the guard rail with a loud metallic bang! It ended up about 50 feet below me, facing more or less uphill, the headlights almost in my eyes. I had been so sure the car was going to plow right into me that I sat stunned and shaking, catching my breath. But as I calmed down a bit I began to wonder about the other driver. The lights were still on, but there was no movement that I could tell, although I couldn't see much with the glare. I waited a few minutes, but nothing happened, except that I thought the lights flickered a bit, but with the heavy snow I couldn't be sure. And I began to wonder if I should go down to see if they were all right, although I didn't relish the thought of getting out again with the snow and the icy roadway. But after another couple of minutes I knew there was no choice. I grabbed my ski poles again, zipped up my jacket, pulled on my gloves and cap, took a deep breath and opened the door. And the first thing I noticed was, it had really gotten colder. But I sucked it up and made my way around the car to the guard rail, where I realized that even the front fender was almost touching it, due to the sideways shove of the impact. With the help of the rail I was able to inch my way towards the other car, and suddenly, I noticed the stillness. There was no wind and I could actually hear the snow falling. And then it struck me, the other car wasn't running, and the lights were still on. Not a good sign. When I got there I couldn't see anything because of the headlights, but when my eyes adjusted I peered in. And saw nothing. It looked like the driver's seat was empty. But when I put my face right up to the glass I could see in the glow from the dashboard that there was a small person huddled there. It looked almost like a child. And then I heard noises, a muffled sobbing. I tapped on the glass but got no response, so I grabbed the handle and yanked open the door, relieved that it wasn't locked. And the tear-streaked face of a young woman looked up at me with a gasp of surprise! "Who are you?" she squeaked. "I'm the other car," I said not wanting to mention the accident since I realized she had done a great job and almost missed me. "See? Up the road in your headlights." "Oh god," she said, "I hit you!" And she put her face into her hands. I quickly re-assured her that it was all right, I wasn't mad, and that she had done all she could. "After all," I finished, "I crashed before you got here with no one in front of me!" That seemed to help a little and she said, "Well anyway, I'm so sorry. But I'm ok, at least, I'm not hurt, just shaken up I guess." But then she looked up, eyes wide, and said, "What about you?" Again, I assured her I was fine, and that I would have been gone already, but the car was hung up on the guardrail. Then I said, "But your car isn't running and your lights are on. Better turn them off or you'll drain the battery!" And suddenly she sobbed again. "I tried to start it and it won't go! It's happened once or twice before, but why now?" And she stomped her foot on the floor. Then she shut off the lights, and we both realized instantly how dark it was! I could barely see her. This was not looking good. I said to her, "Maybe you better come up with me, I don't have much gas, but at least the engine runs and I can keep it a little warm until it runs out." And I suddenly shivered. It really was cold! But she said, "No, that's okay, I'll be alright. I don't want to bother you. And I don't know you!" Dammit, she was more scared of me than of freezing! I didn't want to push but I told her. "Well, I need to get out of this cold. And I do have a blanket and some extra clothes and a parka and I can keep the car warm, for a while anyway. It gets very cold in these hills, might go below zero before morning. So if you change your mind, just blow your horn and I'll come help you. The road is a sheet of ice under the snow. And I could use the company. It's gonna be a long night!" But she just looked up and quietly, like she didn't want to say it, told me, "Thank you, but it's okay. I'll be fine." I shook my head. I knew that wasn't true, but what could I do. I quickly closed her door and scrambled back to my car as fast as I could. By the time I got inside my teeth were chattering, and I quickly started it and turned the heat on high, but it took 15 minutes before I thawed out, and I could practically see the gas gauge going down. By putting the passenger's seat down I managed to scramble into the back seat and got the blanket and the parka and the warm clothes I had from the suitcase in the rear. I changed socks and put on two dry pairs, then an extra shirt and settled in to try and wait out the night. I decided to sleep, if possible, so I slumped down and closed my eyes. And it worked, because the next thing I knew I was startled awake by the sound of a car horn! When I looked at the clock on the dash I figured it was over an hour since I'd spoken with her, and my car was cold so I could only imagine what hers was like. I started the car and as I'd thought the air was cold, but I hoped it would warm up by the time we got back. When I got there she was almost hysterical. She blubbered, "Oh I'm so sorry! I thought I could do it, I really did! But I don't have anything but the clothes I wore skiing this morning and they're still a little damp. And it's so cold! Oh god, I can barely move my hands! And my feet are frozen!" It was cold alright; I was guessing it was near zero and probably going even lower. The snow had stopped and the sky was clearing, a precursor of much more rapid cooling. I took off my gloves, dry because I'd put on a spare pair, and gave them to her. I knew she'd have to hang on to me and the guard rail to even make it to the car. I told her to grab my jacket pocket with one hand and the railing with the other and we worked our way up the hill as quickly as possible. I couldn't get her in the passenger's side because the car was almost against the rail, so I let her in the driver's seat and quickly hopped in the back. There was already warmth pouring from the heater and she needed it bad. When she'd gotten in the car she was gasping and almost sobbing, and I knew she was terrified, but as she thawed out a bit she calmed down. And after a few minutes she turned and looked back at me. "Thank you," She said quietly. "I'm so sorry I didn't listen in the first place and made you come after me again. But I was so scared! Even before crash! I left the ski area in the morning, when the snow started to get bad, but I thought I'd be smart and take the short-cut." "I've done it before, but when the weather was perfect, and I didn't remember how nasty this road is! But when I got warmed up I began to get sleepy. That happens to me a lot after skiing, from the cold and the adrenalin I guess. Anyway, I was drowsy and there was a rest area, so I pulled over. And I fell asleep. And when I woke up there were more than two inches of snow on my car!" "And I got really scared right then because my car isn't that good in the snow and I knew I could never make it if it got worse. So I sat, wondering what to do and practically shaking with fear. And then I saw your lights coming." "My first thought was to stop you and get a ride or something, but I couldn't get out to the road in time. Then I saw your tracks and I thought maybe I could drive in them and have a chance of making it out. And it worked! Except, I couldn't keep up. I could see your tail lights getting further and further and then they disappeared. But I figured my only chance was to keep going, even though the tracks were filling in already." "And when I came over the top of the hill I saw your tail lights here and I thought you'd stopped, and maybe you could help me. I didn't realize you had crashed or were stuck. But the car started to go faster and faster and your lights went out and I couldn't slow down and I actually screamed when I realized I didn't have any control!" And she stopped for breath, but made a tremendous gasp and then a sob, and I realized she had tears streaming down her cheeks again. But in a moment she managed to get it together and went on. "At the last second, in desperation, I yanked the wheel hard and the car actually turned! And I managed to miss smashing into you straight on, but when I tried to correct, it went the other way and that's when I hit you. And that was enough to make the car spin the other way again like a top until it slammed into the guard rail! Oh god I was so scared! I was shaking like a leaf and it took a couple of minutes before I could let go of the wheel!" And the sobbing started again, but this time quieter and I realized it was just the tension and emotion of her ordeal finally coming out. And I leaned forward and put a hand on her arm and said quietly, "It's okay honey, this isn't good but we'll make it, and I'm glad we're not alone. Just hang on and we'll take things as they come." She turned away again and didn't say a word or react to my touch. But the crying soon stopped. We were burning precious fuel. I wrapped myself in the blanket and waited about 10 minutes, then told her we had to shut off the engine. She still hadn't said another word, but then she looked at the gas gauge and sighed, "Oh god, only an eighth of a tank!" And she quickly turned the key. It was still only a little after 10 PM and I began to consider how we were going to make it through the night. I was pretty sure now that for whatever reason no more traffic would be along till morning. The car had gotten very warm, and allowed us both to relax a bit, and soon she was breathing slow and deep, making me think she'd dozed off. And it wasn't long before I followed her. But soon something roused me from my sleep. It was quite cool, but still not really cold and I figured we could wait a while before starting the car again. But then I heard her moving in the front seat, and she sighed rather painfully. I asked her quietly, "Are you all right?" She said in quivery little voice, "It's not too bad, except ... except my feet are still just freezing!" I remembered she'd said her clothes were damp, and I guessed that meant her socks, especially. But I figured that nothing was going to dry out much in the low temperatures, especially if the gas ran out. I said, "If you don't want to, it's alright, but I think it would be better if you came back here. I have a blanket and some extra clothes, and maybe we can stay warmer bundled up in them. And I have some dry socks, a heavy wool pair. They're way too big for you but you can put them on and just pull them up. That should make your feet a little warmer." For a minute she didn't say anything and didn't move, but finally she said, "What about you? Don't you need them?" "I put on dry socks when I got back to the car before, I've learned the hard way how cold your feet can get. I'll be okay. But if we run out of gas you could get frostbite if you're wet like that." There was silence again and I finally realized the real problem was, she was scared of me. "Please, you don't have to be afraid, I promise I won't do anything. But it's not even 11 yet and we have to get through the night. We need to do everything we can to stay warm and comfortable." She still didn't say anything, but I heard movement and it seemed like she was struggling with something. Her boots. Then, almost crying, she whimpered, "Oh god! My feet are soaked! And they're so cold!" And a minute later, "What's your name?" "Robbie, Robbie Carson. What about you?" "Katie Winslow." I felt like I'd been hit with a hammer, and I groaned, "Oh fuck!" Dead silence. But then, "What's the matter, are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" And I suddenly realized how rude I'd been. "Oh god! No. I'm sorry! It's just that the name Katie is very special to me and I wasn't expecting ... My wife's name was Katie." "Was?" "She died nine months ago. And I really haven't gotten over it yet" A gasp. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry ... Robbie. I ... I didn't know ... I mean ..." Feeling terrible now, I said, "It's okay, there is no way you could know anything; you didn't even know my name. I should have told you already. It's just ... this has been a really tough way to meet. But I'm glad to know you, Katie ... Kate. Would you mind if I called you that?" Somehow that name didn't hurt so much. "No, it's ok, I understand" "Where are you from?" "Wallingford, In Connecticut," she said. "Wow, I'm from Meriden. Off Main Street, east of 91." "You're only a couple of miles from me!" She actually said it with a little enthusiasm. Perhaps it was like a common bond. And I had the feeling she'd relaxed just a bit. "You really won't mind if I go back there with you? And borrow your socks? I think they would help a lot." I laughed, trying keep it light. "Kate, you're so small I'll probably hardly know you're here. Come on before you get any colder." She did and I dug out the socks from behind the seat. Then I helped her peel off hers and realized they were almost soaking wet! "What did you do?" I asked, "Walk through a puddle?" The Girl Of My Dreams I found an old tee shirt to dry her feet with as she explained, "No, but I was getting pretty warm skiing and I was sweating a little. And then when the flurries started I managed to go off the trail and got half buried in snow. I had it under my jacket and everything! By the time I managed to fight my way back to the slope my boots were full of snow. I tried to dig it out, but I guess a lot melted inside. I didn't realize until now how wet I am. But the crash was really why I quit and started home. I figured the snow wasn't going to let up. I had fleece lined boots to put on and I thought they would keep my feet warm. But now they're wet and feel like ice!" By then we were both shivering and she sat back next to me, barely touching, as I spread the blanket over us both. She pulled her feet up under her and in couple of minutes said quietly, "Thank you Robbie, my feet are much better now. I can even feel my toes!" And after a pause, "I'm sorry I acted so ... but I really feel very vulnerable sometimes. Maybe because, like you said, I'm so small and I feel defenseless. But it's stupid when someone is just trying to help!" And I felt her shift just a tiny bit closer to me. The ice was broken now and we talked quietly. I told her I thought the road must have been closed, but I guessed they would come through and plow it in the morning. I hoped. And I told her how I had hung around the ski area for a while, thinking the snow might let up, but finally decided I better get on the road. Then I told her how dumb I felt for having taken this road in those conditions. "I guess I wasn't thinking real clearly. Sitting around the lodge for a couple of hours got me thinking of my wife and I got in a real funk. We used to ski together, and I just couldn't shake her memory. Going up there was a really bad idea and I should have known better. But I had to try. I'll never forget her; I don't want to, but I keep looking for something to occupy me and let me go on with my life." I stopped, realizing I'd already said way too much. "I'm sorry Kate, this is hardly the time and place to bother you with my problems." As seemed to be her way, she was silent for a moment, as if thinking through what I'd said and maybe, what she should say. "Oh Rob, its okay! This is a good time and place to talk. It keeps our minds off where we are. But ... do you mind? Robbie, what happened to her?" It was my turn to think about what to say. I never discussed my Katie with anyone. Just because it hurt too much. But I owed her an answer. "It's so simple it doesn't sound true. She gave me a little kiss and went shopping one evening. And she got run over in the mall parking lot. She died almost instantly. I never had a chance to even say good bye!" Suddenly tears streamed from my eyes. "Oh god, I loved her so much!" I gasped. "And I still do!" I put my hands over my eyes and began to bawl, sobbing so hard my whole body was shuddering. Kate was quiet again for a moment. Then suddenly she clamped her arms around me as hard as she could, squeezing me tight, her head against my shoulder. And she was rocking back and forth just a little, forcing me to move with her. "Oh god Robbie! I'm so sorry ... I didn't know! Please forgive me for asking about it. I was just being nosy and stupid!" But somehow, the contact with another human being and her soft, concerned voice had an effect on me. I calmed, bit by bit, until I was just sniffling. And I knew I had to buck it up for her sake. Finally she loosened her grip on me and pulled away just a bit. And I found couple of paper napkins to wipe my face. I looked at her with a little smile and said, "I'm sorry, but you can see I still get emotional very easy. The wound is still pretty raw." I was still breathing hard, chest heaving, but I told her, "It's not your fault at all. I guess you can see I haven't gotten over it yet, not even close. This has just been a bad day, first at the lodge and now here. Usually I manage to push it to the back of my mind and just go on. But every once in a while I can't keep it back. I'm so sorry you had to see that!" I realized I was shivering, and it wasn't just emotion. It was getting really cold again. I forced myself to peel off the blanket long enough to lean forward and start the car. And when I leaned back she threw my half of the blanket over me again. Then she put one arm across my chest and leaned against me, giving me both warmth and comfort. In no time I felt much better, almost at peace, and I began to feel drowsy, but I forced myself to stay awake until the car was warm, then shut it off. And when we got wrapped up in the blanket again both of us soon fell asleep. When I woke again my cheeks were cold, and I realized it had been a while. I managed to get my watch free long enough to see that it was after 1 AM. I didn't move for a minute because I didn't want to disturb her, since she was obviously still asleep. Actually, the only part of me that was warm was where she was leaning against me. But after a few minutes she sighed, and for a moment the arm she'd thrown across my chest tightened its grip. But then her head lifted and she pulled away. I whispered, "Are you okay Kate?" In a few moments she replied, "Yes, just a little chilly. Except where I was touching you. That's nice and warm. But it seems really cold in here now!" The heat had partially melted off the windows earlier, and I looked out, then said, "It's cleared off. Sometimes the temperature drops fast in these hills on a clear night. I'm afraid it's well below zero outside now. We really have to try and keep warm!" And I shivered as I leaned forward to start the car again. The engine had cooled and it took a long time before we started getting heat, so we just sat huddled together, waiting. And I felt her pressing against my side as hard as she could. I realized she finally trusted me. But eventually the car warmed again and it felt good just being snuggled under the covers, even though she was just a stranger in need. So was I, to her. And as the chill went away we both relaxed, the heat making us drowsy again. I woke with a start, sensing something wasn't right. It was very hot in the car and the dash lights were on. But it wasn't running. We were out of gas! "Oh CRAP!" I muttered under my breath. The dash clock said it was just after 2 AM. It was a long time till daybreak and even longer before it warmed up much. We had to be serious about keeping warm. Kate's arm was still across my chest and I shook it lightly, feeling we needed to talk about it. She sighed a little, then stirred as she woke slowly. I let her have a minute. But she said, "Wow, it's hot in here!" A long pause. "What is it Rob?" I had to tell her the bad news straight out. "We both fell asleep and left the engine running. And now we're out of gas. And we need to talk about how we're going to keep warm between now and morning." Her reply was a long sad, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," and I was afraid she was going to cry. But she said, "What can we do that we haven't done?" "Well for starters, you said your clothes were wet, are they still?" "My pants seem to have dried, but my shirt still feels soggy. From the snow under my parka I guess. I don't think the parka is wet, but the shirt makes me feel a little chilly." "I have a sweatshirt you can put on while it's still warm in here. Over your shirt if you want to. It's at least four sizes too big for you but there's plenty of material to keep you warm." The usual silence. And then she pushed up from the seat and started tugging at the parka. It was a little awkward, sitting there, and I helped until and we got it off of her. I grabbed the sweatshirt and handed it to her. She looked at me for a moment, considering I guess. "If you don't mind, I'll take the shirt off and just put on the sweatshirt. I think it will be warmer that way." "Of course, if you want," I said. "I promise I'll look the other way." But she surprised me. "I think you may have to help. It's so wet it feels like it's sticking to me." I knew the feeling, like a wet t-shirt, and when I touched it I realized it was soaked. Something made of heavy cotton. Worst possible thing for skiing. She started tugging on it and sure enough, it hardly budged. I reached for the hem and gently pulled it up her back, trying not to touch her, but of course my fingers scraped lightly a few times. It didn't seem to faze her. She understood this was serious and that I was too. She tossed it in the corner and grabbed the sweat and pulled it on. She kind of got lost and I had to pull it down over her head. Her hands weren't much help because the sleeves were six inches too long. But she finally got it adjusted and turned to me with a big smile. "This feels so good! We should have done this hours ago!" I just smiled back, but I knew that for a long while she wouldn't have considered it with me there. But I had a couple of other ideas. I got my parka, figuring we could use it as a second blanket, As long as she didn't mind being really close. And I found more socks so we could each put on another pair. Her boots were wet and so were mine, so it was better if we just left them off. By the time we were done it was already starting to cool down a bit, so I snapped off the ignition and darkness enveloped us again. She put her parka back on and was ready to cover up, but I had one more thing for each of us. Two knit wool caps that we could pull down low on our heads. And beyond that it was up to our bodies and us. We moved close together again and I opened the parka and spread it over us, then we worked together to get the blanket in place. And once again she put an arm across me and her head against my shoulder. For a while it was actually a little warm, but before long I could feel the cold seeping in, especially on my face. She had one of my arms pinned, but I used the other to pull the cap down and the blanket up over my chin. And suddenly I heard her faint little voice, "Me too, please." I realized she couldn't move either arm without dislodging the covers, so I pulled her cap down and the blanket up until only her eyes and nose were showing. "Thanks," she said drowsily, and wiggled a little to snuggle closer and tighten her grip on me. And before long we drifted off again. This time, when I woke, it was because my ears were burning. Really. From the cold. I guessed it must have been well after 4, although I wasn't about to look. And it must have been almost as cold inside as out. The moon was out now, and with the light streaming in the windows I could see a lot better. Well enough to watch the steam rising from my breath. Then I felt her shudder. "Kate? Okay?" "Yes ... I think so," came the reply from under the blanket. "But I'm starting to get cold. And I'm scared!" Dammit! I was afraid of that. But I couldn't blame her. I wasn't really sure how this was going to turn out either. I just knew we seemed to have done everything we could. But then she surprised me. "Robbie? Do you mind if I try something? The only part of me that's warm is pressed against you. Could we try to get a little closer?" Of course I didn't mind. She was right, she felt warm too. But I had no idea what she wanted to do. "Of course honey, if it's okay with you get as close as you can get. The only thing that matters now is that we make it a few more hours." But she amazed me when, staying under the covers, she managed to slide both hands up to my shoulders, then pulled and tugged until her head was up by my neck. And then she wiggled and squirmed until she was practically in my lap, the entire front of her body pressed against me and her knees straddling me. She was so tiny it was no problem, and almost at once it felt good. I could feel her warmth, and I hoped she could feel mine. But then she whispered in my ear, "Robbie, hold on to me!" At first I was shocked. But then I realized there was nothing romantic about this. She wanted my arms around her for their warmth and to pull us closer together. Now she was a trooper, not worrying about modesty or appearance, but thinking of what our best chance was. And she was right. When I did as she asked she whispered against my neck, "Thanks, that feels better." Silence again. Then, "I'm so glad I'm with you! I would have died if I'd been stuck here alone. But we're going to make it!" And she lifted her head just enough to kiss me softly on the cheek, before burrowing back under the covers. What could I do? I pressed my cheek against the top of her head, and without thinking, began to rub my hands slowly up and down her back. And her appreciative sigh told me it felt good. We'd reached the limit of what we could do and what was human had taken over. Before long she was breathing deeply again, asleep. But it took me a while longer. I tried to be brave and sure for Kate, but the fact is I was a little scared too. What if no one came tomorrow? Suppose it snowed again? I didn't know about her, but no one even knew I was up here. Only the people in my office would know I was even missing. Nevertheless, I finally drifted off again, and soon had one of my sweet dreams about Katie. My Katie. They were a bright spot in my life. Always about when times were at their best, and often sexy and exciting. When I awoke the dream hadn't quite drifted away, and when I felt Kate's weight pressing on my body, for just a moment ... It passed, but I felt comfortable, peaceful, serene, almost happy, until reality began to fight its way back in. But I felt something else too. There was a bulge in my pants right under Kate's thigh. I knew it was from the dream and its wonderful promise, but I wondered if this situation was contributing to it. And I was so afraid she might notice. The last thing I wanted was for her to think I had ideas I had no right to. And then I heard her voice. "Robbie, are you awake?" Struggling to focus I said, "Yeah, I am now. I had such a nice dream I didn't want to wake up. Kind of strange to have it here, but it helped." She giggled and said, "If that's what I think it is, I can tell!" God I was embarrassed. I fumbled, "Oh Kate, I'm so sorry! I hope you don't think ..." But she interrupted me. "No, no, it's okay! I'm sure I know what you were dreaming about, and if it helps that's what's important. Now, open your eyes!" I'd had them clamped shut, and when I finally relaxed and blinked I saw light! Not real daylight yet but we could see our surroundings. Hopefully our long night would end before too long. When I moved a little, trying to restore circulation, she slipped off of me, staying close for warmth. It was absolutely frigid, outside and in. I started to take my arms away but she said, "No, please don't. It feels warm. And Nice! If I helped make your dream a little more pleasant, I'm glad. It feels good to be close to someone. I hope it does for you too." And she looked up at me through the little slit in the blanket. "I know you need it Rob. And you deserve it. You must have been a wonderful husband. I know you have been protecting me all night, and you don't even know me." Without thinking I leaned down, pushed the blanket back far enough with my nose, and gave her a little kiss on the forehead. "Thank you Kate. I really needed that. Yes it does feel good." And I got a smile in reply. It was rapidly getting lighter, and there is something about daylight that made us feel better even though the temperature hadn't changed a bit. I remembered that I had some cookies and candy bars on the front seat that I'd saved for the trip home, and I dove out of the coverings long enough to grab them. And we quickly devoured every scrap and crumb. And as we were finishing them off I heard the rumbling. We both did. It sounded like it was coming the same way we had, and we both strained to look up the hill. And soon, a plow! Complete with wing and blasting snow over the guard rail. And behind it two more. The first two were clearing both sides of the road and the third spreading sand. Kate and I hugged each other, struggled to get our boots on our feet, then quickly jumped out of the car, arms waving. They obviously knew about the ice and came down very slowly, stopping well above us. And the two men in the first truck came down to meet us. It was really cold out there, the car had been warm in comparison, but we hardly noticed. When I told them we were out of gas and showed them how my car was stuck on the guard rail one man went back and called the others. One brought down a gas can and then all six got behind my car and actually lifted till it was loose, as I steered and manned the brakes. They told us the road had been closed at both ends because someone had made it through and reported the ice before the snow really got started. Kate had come through North Adams much earlier, and somehow, I had slipped through just before they blocked it off. They thought the state police had checked the road. One of the men said with a grin, "By the way, in North Adams the temperature was 22 below when we left." Kate and I looked at each other, realizing how fortunate we'd been. I could feel the inside of my nose freezing with every breath. We dumped the five gallons into my tank. They asked about Katie's car and we opened the hood and had a conference but it still wouldn't start, so we pushed it a bit till it was safe on the side of the road and I told her I'd take her to a garage so she could get a tow. They suggested a garage and we gave them our heartfelt thanks, and with a wave the convoy was off again, opening the road for us. As we headed slowly down the hill, following the plows, we were both quiet at first. The heater was soon blasting out hot air and we finally stopped shivering. After our ordeal I felt close to her somehow. She was a lot braver than I'd expected, and although I'd probably have made it without her, she helped a lot, providing her warmth and just being there. Finally she said, "What should I do about the car?" "Do you have to be back for work or something?" I asked, realizing I still knew nothing about her. I also remembered that I was supposed to be going in to work and needed to call as soon as possible after the company opened. There was no way I could make it in that day. "I do," she said, "but I sort of make my own hours so I'll be ok, but I need to call and let them know." "Well even if they go for it right away it will take them quite a while to tow the car back. And who knows what it will take to fix it. I think it's driveable even with the dent if they can get it running. But that might take all day or longer. So if you need the car you might have to stay in town until they get to it. But if you can make out at home without it I can take you with me. After all, we're neighbors!" I said the last with a smile and got one back in reply. In Charlemont we found the garage the plow guys had mentioned, but they said there was no way they could fix the car in less than a couple of days, even if it was simple. So she handed them the keys and turned to me. "If you don't mind I'd really like to ride home with you." And I suddenly realized I'd been holding my breath, hoping she'd say that. I just didn't want to say good bye so soon. On the long drive home she surprised me when she said she was 24, and she worked for a research lab. She had a master's degree in bio-chemistry, and planned to get a PhD when she could afford it. And I smiled at her enthusiasm as she told me about the project she was working on. Of course I told her about my job in the IT department at the insurance company in Hartford, not nearly so interesting, but she stopped me suddenly when I told her where. "Rob, that's right around the corner from the lab I work at!" She hesitated, but then asked, "Do you think maybe you could give me a ride to work until my car's fixed?" The Girl Of My Dreams I smiled, inside and out. "Of course, Kate!" I didn't even have to think about it. For some reason I was thrilled to have a way to keep in contact with her. And felt even better when she reached over and gave my arm a little squeeze of thanks. "You know, you're becoming my hero, Robbie. I don't know what would have happened to me without you. And it seems you have the solution for all my problems." I felt myself flush just a little. "I was just in the right place at the right time. Or maybe it was the wrong place ... for both of us. And anyway, don't forget you helped me make it through the night as much as I helped you. Can you imagine having endure that alone? But I'm really glad it was you." Silence. Then very softly, "Me too." There was no doubt, we'd become friends, even though we still hardly knew each other. We had a good time on the trip home, chatting about things big and little, slowly learning a little more about each other. There was one thing in my mind that I tried to push aside, but it kept coming back. Finally I blurted it out, trying to be as casual as I could. "Kate, don't you have a boyfriend or someone else close that helps you out sometimes? You sound like you're really on your own." And I was holding my breath, waiting for the answer. This time, a long silence. And then a sigh. "Robbie, I did have a boyfriend for a little while when I was in college. Or at least a guy I dated. And we were kind of serious for a while." Another long pause, then she said softly, "I'm not a virgin." At that I couldn't help glancing over at her. And I saw a very serious face looking back at me, perhaps trying to judge my reaction. I tried hard not to show anything visible. The fact is, I was amazed she told me that, but it didn't bother me. She wasn't a kid and that's more or less normal these days. Even though I'd managed to make it through college as a virgin. In fact, my Katie was the only woman I'd ever been with. The silence was heavy for a moment, but then she went on, "But I'm a gymnast, I started in in junior high school. I guess they chose me because even then I was so tiny and thin. But I liked it and I got pretty good on the scholastic level. In fact, I got a scholarship to be on the gymnastics team in college. But I found out then that compared to some of the others I wasn't that outstanding. A lot of the girls were as good or better than me. I didn't even get to perform in a lot of the competitions." "But I always traveled with the team, and we were away a lot, on the road. Plus, I was really serious about my courses. I've wanted to be in the field I'm in now since I can remember, and it takes a lot of work, it's very competitive. So that didn't leave much time for the boyfriend, and eventually he lost interest and found someone else more available." "I was a little upset for a while, but it didn't really bother me long. I realized we didn't have any deep feelings for each other, and in some ways it was a relief. I had plenty to do to keep me busy and I didn't need the distraction. And I graduated third in my class and got into grad school. And because of that I have my job now, and I love it!" When I looked over again I saw a big smile, and I had no doubt that was true. She had managed to get out something very personal, and I sensed she cared about my reaction. And deep down I felt relief, knowing she wasn't attached. She told me she had an older sister in New York that she talked to but didn't see very often. And her parents had retired when she got out of grad school and moved to Arizona. They'd helped with her education till then, but anything more she'd have to do by herself. So yes, she really was alone. Again, I had a reaction I wasn't prepared for and really didn't understand. I was proud of her! She was obviously very smart, and was willing to work very hard to achieve her goals. In fact, I suspected she was way smarter than I am. I told her what I could about myself, but there really wasn't much to tell. I'd done okay in college but nothing special. And I got into insurance because in Connecticut, that's what people do. But I worked in Information Technology ... computers, and really had no interest in insurance. And I was now a supervisor of a programming section. Since she already knew about Katie I told her how we met. And how happy we'd been and how wonderful she was. Even that was more than I'd told anyone else, and I felt a little uneasy about that, but of course I said nothing about Katie's background, something I had sworn to her would never matter or be a part of our lives. When I started talking about my wife I was afraid I'd lose it again and didn't intend to say much. But as I went on I realized I actually felt better, remembering how good it was between us, and it seemed important that Kate understand about that part of my life. I closed the subject by saying, "Those were the most wonderful years of my life, and even though it's painful now thinking about it I'd never give up a second of them." This time, she didn't hesitate for a second. She grabbed my arm with both hands and pressed her cheek against my shoulder. "Oh Robbie, that's so incredibly sad! It's not fair that something so wonderful could be snatched away in a second by some idiot!" And I heard a sniff. And when I glanced down she was looking up at me, her eyes full of tears. "Thank you," I said softly. "But I know that I've already had more pleasure and happiness in my life than many people do in a whole lifetime. Now it's my job to treasure those memories and go on with living. I know it's what she wants me to do." And suddenly I pulled the car to the right as fast as I could and slowed to a stop on the shoulder of the interstate. And then I lost it. Because I knew that what I'd just said was true. And even though I realized it on some level when her image spoke to me, it was only now that I fully understood that's what she meant. And I also knew, she was there with me, every second. I'd never be without her love and guidance. I could feel it then. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed, terrified that it would upset Kate, maybe make her think I was a weirdo. But I couldn't help it. And suddenly I felt her arm around my shoulders, holding me. And the other hand was on my arm, holding on as she pressed tightly against me. "I'm sorry!" I managed to blurt out. "NO, NO!" she almost shouted. And I could tell from the sound of her voice that she was crying too. "I'm so glad you could share this with me Robbie! You need to let it out! Keeping it to yourself and holding it in has only made it worse. I'll listen to anything you need to say, and don't worry. I can only think better of you for it. After all, your marriage had two partners. And I know you made her life just as wonderful as she made yours! It's okay, baby. Really, it's okay!" Her use of such a personal word touched me a little. The only other one that had ever called me that was my Katie. But I knew it wasn't a term of endearment but simply one of tenderness, as a woman might use with a child. And I knew she felt my loss and my need. And her hand gently massaging my shoulders only re-enforced the message. I took a deep breath. "Kate, there's something else I'd like to tell you. I never thought I'd mention this to anyone and I hope it doesn't make you think I'm strange or still not recovered after my loss. But it completes the story, and I think you should know it." And I proceeded to tell her what happened to me when Katie died. About the hospital and the vision, and, especially how Katie spoke to me, just once. And saved my life! I wasn't sure why but I was terrified! I was sure she would be put off, not wanting to have to deal with me. But when I looked at her she had tears in her eyes. "Oh Rob, that's so beautiful! Even if no else believes it I can see it's so real to you it just has to be true! And I believe it! Your love was so strong and deep that somehow she was still with you!" With a big gasp I sat up and grabbed another napkin to wipe my eyes. But suddenly I realized I didn't feel sad any more, I felt almost refreshed, like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. And I even managed a tiny smile as I turned to look at her. And when I saw her tear-stained face manage a smile back I found another napkin and wiped it dry. "Kate, I'm sorry you have to handle this, but I think you've done more for me today than I've possibly done for you." And the most wonderful thing happened. She pushed up out of her seat, put her arms around my shoulders and kissed me on the cheek. We started out again in silence, but my mind was whirling. I felt a sense of euphoria and I wasn't sure why. But I was still little afraid that my overflowing emotions might have scared her away. Because now, I realized that she mattered to me. But her hand was still gripping my arm, reassuring. We were close to home and we began to chat again. I made sure she still wanted a ride to work and we agreed on the time, easy because of her flexible hours. And when she gave me directions to her apartment I realized that we really only lived two miles apart. I carried her skis, which we'd stowed in my rooftop ski pod, in for her. I really didn't want to leave her, even though I knew I'd see her again before long. And I began to think she felt the same way, because she kept finding one more thing to mention and some items she wanted to show me. But we both needed a chance to shower and change. And we both needed to get some rest very badly, so the time came when I had to go. How or why it happened I still don't know. Before I could turn to leave I looked down at her. And she looked up at me with a big smile, waiting. And we kissed. On the lips. A long, tender, gentle kiss of friendship. Perhaps more? I didn't want to let her go, but when we finally forced our lips apart she still had a big smile, a shine in her eyes. "Go along now, Rob, I'll see you in the morning!" From the time I left until I finally managed to fall asleep my mind was churning. I could not deny there was something between us. I felt it for sure, and I sensed it in everything she said and did. But how could I possibly care about someone else on any level so soon after I'd lost my dear Katie. I still had an open wound and I wasn't sure it could ever heal. But for the first time since that awful day there was just a tiny bit of joy in my heart. I got there a few minutes early, but before I could even shut off the car she came running out, and as she bounced into the front seat I got a wonderful smile. Which probably matched my Cheshire Cat grin. The only problem with our ride to work was that even with the traffic jam, it wasn't long enough. And before she got out of the car she took my hand for just a moment and squeezed. I don't think she planned it. It happened. And when I pulled up in the afternoon she was on the curb, waiting for me in the cold. She asked me to make a quick stop at a drug store for her, so she could pick up a prescription. And then I took the wrong route out of the city, knowing we'd get stuck in the traffic, thinking it would give me a little more time with her. I hoped she wouldn't notice, but when I looked over at her she giggled. And just reached over and touched my hand. But she didn't say a word. It took a while to get up the courage, but I finally asked her, "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" Instantly, "Of course, Rob, I'd love to!" And the whole car glowed with her smile. We didn't go anyplace fancy, just a little mom and pop Italian restaurant near my house. But the food there is exceptional and the atmosphere is dark and quiet. Candles on the tables. And when I asked if she'd like something to drink she thought perhaps a little wine. We let the waiter pick something out for us and he brought a house favorite. It was wonderful and we finished the bottle. When I took her home we both had a mellow glow and she asked me in. There was just one dim lamp in the corner of the room, and when we sat on the couch it was behind us. And in the comfortable darkness I couldn't escape the feeling of familiarity. "Kate, do you know what this reminds me of?" A long silence as she sat smiling up at me. "Of course. Our night together in the car. But thank god it's warm!" I felt her hand on mine. That was warm too. "But I'll never forget it Rob. I'm glad it happened." And she waited patiently until she felt my lips on hers. After a few seconds I lifted my head, hoping she liked it as much as I did, and afraid I was pushing her too fast. But our lips were like magnets, and in seconds they met again. And as we turned towards each other our arms just slid into place. I was shaking. So was she. And yet I was amazed how calm I felt, it seemed so natural. And how wonderful her tiny sigh of pleasure sounded. This time it was minutes before the kiss ended, and when she silently laid her head against my chest my arms just held her tight. We spent an hour on the couch, almost never speaking, our lips almost never far apart. It was like we were getting to know each other physically, our lips meeting and saying hello and her body carefully molding to mine. Even though we'd spent hours in the car, pressed against each other, this was totally different. And somehow, it seemed, our psyches were kissing too, learning what each other felt and getting in tune. Only then did my tongue shyly slide along her lips, just once, before they parted just enough to allow the tip to enter. It was met by hers, barely touching. And we shuddered, then moaned softly, in unison. It was the relief of our pent-up emotions and desire. After a brief moment to catch our breath our lips joined again, this time unrestrained, grinding, nibbling, sucking, while our tongues played, dueled, in her mouth then in mine. And her body was grinding against mine as my arms squeezed tighter and tighter. At last she pulled her lips away from mine and she was panting, Chest heaving. And when I looked down her eyes were wet and shining, but she had a look that bordered on fear. She said, in a faint whisper, "Rob, perhaps you should go?" I knew it wasn't a request. It was a plea, for me to be stronger than she was able. Neither of us wanted this to end. But it was the right thing. Perhaps this was a beginning. But it was certainly not the end. And I admired her courage in saying it. I couldn't have. I loosened my grip but still held her as I softly kissed her lips, her forehead, her cheeks, eyelids, chin. It took minutes, but I finally whispered, "You're right, Kate, I don't want to move from here, but I should go. We shouldn't rush. And you know I'll count the minutes till I'm with you again." When I began to push away and up her arms clung, like she didn't want to let me go. But I used my last ounce of inner strength to force myself away. I bent over and kissed her once more, then moved towards the door. But she gave a little squeal, as though in pain, and got up behind me, then rushed over and wrapped her arms around me, head against my chest. And it was my turn to whimper. She looked up with me, her eyes pleading. "You know you don't have to go. You can stay. Rob ..." And there were tears. But it was the unfinished statement that terrified me. I was so afraid of what she might say next. And I was even more afraid of what was going through my head. I knew what I felt. But something deep inside was insisting that it was wrong, too soon, and demeaning what Katie and I had had. I had barely met this woman. How could I possibly have such thoughts? How could she? I needed time. And a clear head. What I was most afraid of was ruining something wonderful. Gently I pulled away from the arms that surrounded me. "Kate, I would give anything to stay here with you now. But I think this is more important than just a night. And I'll see you very soon again, in the morning. Please, let's keep whatever is happening between us until we both can be certain it's right." "You're right, Rob, I know it. I just hate it. Be early tomorrow. And come get me. Rob I ..." If she'd said it I couldn't have fought any longer. But I kissed her one final time, holding her like a flower, then turned and almost ran out the door. I had tears in my eyes just driving home. I was afraid I'd hurt her by leaving. But I was so afraid that if I'd stayed I would have hurt us both much more. I spent the rest of the evening with emotions raging. I felt so guilty. Dirty! I was about to demean all that the love between Katie and I had meant. Somehow I knew she was there. Watching. She would know. And I felt that if her presence left me I would die. And that's what I would deserve. But I knew almost from that first night in the car there was something between me and Kate. Now it was undeniable. Perhaps it made no sense but it was there. Maybe I could be strong enough to resist it, but I couldn't make it go away. And what about her. She obviously felt it too. And I certainly hadn't tried to discourage her. If I withdrew now she would be hurt doubly, because of her feelings and the way I treated her. No matter what I did it might be wrong. I went to bed around midnight and before long my pillow was wet with tears. I tossed and turned and swore at myself and the world and fate. But around three, from exhaustion, I fell asleep. And I dreamed again. Of Katie. My Katie. It happened a lot. Sometimes it was what kept me going. But around 5 I woke with a start, eyes wide open. Like most dreams it was fading fast. But I knew this one had been different. Not about our wonderful times together. She was there, sort of in a mist, and she just turned to face me, smiling. A wonderful smile almost like when I was in the hospital. But the words that woke me so suddenly were ringing in my ears. "Robbie, Do it for me." Just as before. There was a long pause and she began to fade into the mist. But then, "She's the one." And the vision winked out like a light bulb as I startled awake. In my entire life I never cried so loud and long. The pillow was crunched up into a little soaking wet ball in my arms. She had made sure I would have no doubt. It was what she wanted. Perhaps she'd planned everything. I cannot describe what I felt. Once again it boiled down to Knowledge. My course was set and nothing could change it unless Kate somehow rejected me. And I KNEW she would not. When I left to go to her I was almost bubbling over with joy. I had a little bag I tossed into the back with a change of clothes. I know it sounds presumptuous, but I never gave it a second thought. When I walked up to her door in the morning I didn't have to ring, it opened for me. And that wonderful smile, mixed with just a hint of apprehension, greeted me. I was afraid she might have second thoughts, especially after I'd refused her invitation and left her. But when I took her in my arms the worry vanished and she looked just like I did, full of joy. We were almost late for work, but we made it. Of course, we kissed and held each other. Nothing needed to be said about how we felt. But still, she had something she just had to tell me. She'd had a dream too. And she could still remember it, vividly. I was in it. And there was a woman, a beautiful woman. Voluptuous, with strawberry blonde hair. Holding me. But the other woman kissed me, then opened her arms, and I turned and walked towards Kate. And the other woman, still smiling, started to drift away, fading into the background. But at the last moment she called out in a soft loving voice, "Care for him." And she was gone. I had never even described Katie to her. I was almost crying but I asked her, "Do you know what time it was?" "About five. Why?" I couldn't tell her about my dream; what Katie said to me. Perhaps someday, but not then. She didn't need to know yet. And it would only be pressure on her. We'd see what life had in store. Instead, I cried, and she understood. She knew what she'd seen as well as I did. And she cried with me. The Girl Of My Dreams It was so hard to drop her off, but life gets in the way sometimes, and we'd already missed a day at work. She was waiting again when I pulled up and jumped in quickly. I had to get out of the way fast because of traffic, but she ran her fingers down the side of my face, giving me a shiver, and at the first light we stole a kiss. I asked her if she wanted to get something to eat, but after a moment she giggled and said, "Oh Rob, you know what I want. Just take me home. I have plenty of food if we get hungry, and I really can cook!" And all the way back to Wallingford she clung to my arm. Before, we had been quite casual with each other, but this time when I pulled into the parking lot she waited until I went around and opened her door for her. And then I gave her a hand as she got out of the car. But she reached out her other hand to me, fist closed. And when I put mine around it she dropped something into my palm. It was the door key. But her smile told me it was the key to unlock so much more. For both of us. "That's yours," she said. I took her hand and led her up the walk, and she waited patiently while I fumbled with the lock, not easy because my hand was shaking. I stepped aside to let her in, then followed, and almost before the door closed she was pressed against me. She looked up at me and simply said, "Rob." It was as if she was in pain and only I could heal it. For a moment I simply wrapped her tight and clutched her to me, and I heard a little sigh of relief, as though the touch of our bodies had saved her. And when I leaned down and kissed her forehead I felt her shudder as her arms tightened around me. And she whispered, "Rob, you're all I've thought about all day." "Me too." We quickly settled down on the couch and there was no restraint now, no holding back or false politeness. Our lips ground and our bodies ground and our hands roamed everywhere. Of course the inevitable happened and when her hand touched my lap she giggled and said. "Oh god!" Embarrassed, I started to say something but she shushed me with a kiss, then said with a laugh, "Oh stop!" And she pushed up and climbed onto my lap again, just as she had in the car, her knees straddling me and arms around my neck. But she settled down onto my lap and began rocking back and forth, rubbing against me, challenging me to get even harder as she kissed me again. And of course, I responded. My hands slid down her back and cupped her firm round cheeks and she wiggled herself against them, and when I began to gently squeeze and knead she moaned into my mouth. And I moaned back from the sheer pleasure of touching her. She was slowly grinding herself against me and I realized she was pressing her breasts into my chest. So I moved my hands up her sides until I could slide them between us, then captured her in my palms. She arched her back, thrusting herself into them, and when my fingers tightened around her she pulled away from my lips for a moment with a soft squeal! And our eyes met and she had the most wonderful expression on her face! It was a look of pleasure almost to the point of pain, and she looked like she was holding her breath, afraid she wouldn't be able to stand it. But that look slowly changed, first to one of wonder, and then to pure joy! And she tightened her arms around my neck and leaned forward, pressing against me, her cheek against mine. And she practically shouted in my ear, "Oh Robbie!" I knew because I felt it too. Happiness almost beyond hope of containment! We sat, just holding each other for a few moments. Then she pulled her head back and looked me right in the eyes, still smiling, but more serious now. "Robbie, I want you to take me to bed. But you will have to be very patient with me. And some things will have to wait just a bit. And Robbie, I am so scared!" I understood, because I was in the same place My years in the gym trying to keep up with Katie, served me well. I got up from the couch with her in my arms and she locked her legs around me. For a moment I looked around, not sure where to go. But she giggled and smiled at me. "There's only three rooms, silly! And it's not the one with the stove!" I gave her firm butt a hard squeeze, and she laughed as I carried her easily into the bedroom. She put her feet down next to the bed, and as we kissed again she started busily unbuttoning my shirt. When she was done she pushed it off my shoulders and helped me undo the cuffs, until it was on the floor. Then she yanked my t-shirt loose and sighed with pleasure as she ran her hands under it, up over my chest. And when I pulled off the Tee she planted little kisses all over. I started to reach for the buttons on her blouse, but she pushed herself away, a big smile on her face. And she said, "no Rob, please sit down. I want to give you a present. I did, staring at her, and she stared back. But the smile never faded as she very slowly began undoing buttons. And when the blouse fell open she very slowly pushed one side off her shoulder, then the other, until the silky material slid down her arms and she let if fall, her eyes never leaving mine, always making sure she was in my full view. I was already captivated, my eyes unblinking as I took in her small, beautiful body. Next she reached to her side and undid the waist of her pants, then wiggled back and forth as she slowly worked them over her hips. And when they slid down her legs she kicked them off, then stood smiling at me again, now wearing only her satiny smooth bra and panties. Her nipples were little mounds, betraying what she felt. And she spread her legs slightly, displaying herself for me, before she turned slowly, all the way around, making sure there was nothing I couldn't see. When she walked towards me I started to reach for her, but she whispered, "Not yet Rob, be patient." And she leaned forward and kissed me, lips closed, a long sweet kiss. I could feel that she was shaking, and when she stood again she said in a tight, strangled voice, as though she could hardly get the words out, "Robbie, I am so shy. But this is so easy! Your eyes feel like rose petals on me! I'm just praying you're happy with what you see!" I just bit my lip and moaned, not able to tell her how happy I really was. This was not just a striptease. She had not only been shy, but scared of me. And now all that was gone. She was offering herself to me! She saw the expression on my face and understood. And with a smile she turned her back to me again and whispered, "Please." With trembling fingers I reached up and undid the clasp, and the bra fell loose, held up only by her arms. And when she turned again she waited a moment, teasing me, then slowly let the cups fall free and the straps slide slowly down her arms. And I barely managed to say, "Oh god, Kate!" Her breasts were so beautiful, perfect! Small but high and round, almost pointed. And her nipples pink and swollen, the tips crinkled into hard rosy points. And when she ran her hands over them, catching the little points and squeezing for just a moment, teasing me again, all I could do was moan. She turned half way round again and began to wiggle her hips as her fingers began to slide the panties down. But she seemed to think better of it, and pulled them back into place and turned back, giggling as she said with an impish grin, "I think we should save something for later. Besides, that's your job!" Then she came to me again, bent and gave me another little kiss, then straddled my legs, sitting in my lap once more. And she leaned forward, our bare chests touching, as she kissed me long and hard, and I wrapped my arms around her and pulled tight. And my hands trembled at the feel of her smooth bare flesh. I was aware of every detail, her hard nipples burning into my chest, her warmth starting a fire inside of me. And oh god! Her naked thigh pressing down on me again as she rocked back and forth until I was afraid I might explode! Our lips ground, our tongues fought, our hands covered every inch they could reach. And she was making the most wonderful, delicious sounds. I ached to feel her bare breasts in my hands and I slid them between us until they found their treasures. She gasped as my warm fingers closed over her, and again her back arched, begging me to take them. I squeezed gently and she moaned, a shudder shaking her entire body. And the little points were rock hard, boring into my palms. As my fingers explored, stroking, squeezing and teasing, she gasped and her body squirmed, unwilling and unable to be still. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed gently, then pulled her lips from mine, just enough that she could speak. "Lay back, lover." But I couldn't resist just one more kiss before I did as she asked. And that word sent a shiver through me. Lover! She slid off my legs and went down on her knees and her hands worked at my belt, the button and the fly. And I lifted for her as she tugged and pulled my pants down, then stripped them off my feet, one at a time. When she looked back up I raised my head and smiled at her, but the look on her face was more like shock. "Oh my god!" she said, staring at the erection threatening to explode through my briefs. And I shuddered as she ran her hand down it, barely touching, as if she were afraid. "The guy I told you about wasn't half that size!" she gasped. "Oh god, I hope ..." I looked at her and smiled as I said, "Don't worry." I knew from things Katie had told me, where there was a will there ought to be a way. Gradually her fingers encircled me and her grip tightened as she rubbed and squeezed back and forth over the cotton. She was giving me wonderful pleasure, but at the same time she was testing, gauging, getting familiar with my feel. She pushed herself up so she could bend over and then kissed up and down my length, and even tasted the large wet spot. And she finally looked up and said, "Can I?" I laughed and looked back with a grin. "Kate, do you really believe that there is anything in this world you can't do with me or to me? Or that I won't love? And most of all, there?" She laughed back, realizing how silly it sounded, and said, "Well dammit, help me then!" Instantly I lifted my ass off the bed and pushed the elastic down over my hips and butt, but I didn't uncover myself. And chuckling I said, "The rest is your job!" She made a little face at me, then reached for the waist band. But she made a production of it, inching it down a little at a time until she had me about half way uncovered. Then she looked at me with wide eyes and said, "Oh my godddddddddd that really is about as much as my "boyfriend" had. And it wasn't that fat either! Robbie! Do you really think we ...?" I said softly, "When you're ready, we'll find out." I was pretty sure I was right, and I was praying I wasn't wrong. But then the thought just popped into my head. Katie wouldn't allow anything to go wrong now. And I believed it. At least my confidence seemed to re-assure her, and with a giggle she continued to torture me, moving millimeters at a time and letting her fingertips trail over my tender skin, making me gasp. Until finally it happened. I popped free and bounced wildly into the air, quickly coming to a stop and pointing straight up. She jumped, then gasped and paused, frozen, staring. "Robbie, he looks so strong. And Powerful. But he's so big!" I moaned, desperately wanting her to touch me, even more turned on by her reaction. But instead, she ran her hands lightly up the tops of my thighs and moved up closer between my legs. And the sight of her kneeling there, beautiful, naked, so, so near, almost drove me over the edge. And then she leaned forward. And blew. Somehow she knew just what would drive me crazy. And she giggled as I thrashed and my cock bobbed back and forth. "Oh god baby, please!" I pleaded. She flashed me a big smile, along with a little giggle. "I won't stop if it makes you call me that! I want to be your baby. And I love to hear you say it!" Unlike the time she'd called me baby when trying to comfort me, I meant it just the way it sounded. A term of tender endearment. In a very sexy way. We had crossed lots of boundaries so quickly. First from strangers to friends. And from acquaintances to boy and girl friends. And now, so much more. She had already called me lover. And just the thought made my cock twitch in mid-air. If we were not truly lovers already I was sure we soon would be. She turned her head and gently kissed my thighs, one then the other, back and forth. And her hands ran up over my hips and across my tummy. But she carefully avoided what I wanted most. I whined, moaned, gasped, slowly pumping my hips without realizing it, acting like I was in pain. But actually it was sensory overload, so many wonderful things at once, and really, I loved it. She was playing with me. In the most tender, intimate way. She had told me she didn't have much experience and I suspected, even less than she realized, but her instincts as a woman told her what to do. There was no question that right now, I was her man and she, my woman. And she was determined to make every new thing the best possible for both of us. And although painful in a way, the anticipation was the best of all. She whispered, "Robbie, I want to kiss it." My eyes popped wide open and I stared at her. She had a big smile, and she nodded her head. And she said, "I want to taste you, lover." I moaned, "Oh god! Kate!" and closed my eyes and lay back, my fists holding little balls of the bedsheet. When I felt her lips very lightly touch me, almost like a butterfly landing on the tip, I shuddered. Then I felt her fingers touch and slide slowly up my shaft. And when she circled one, oh so lightly, around the head my hips bucked, and I couldn't help gasping, "Oh FUCK!" She giggled and then her hand gently closed around me, and when it started to move slowly up and down my shaft I gasped in time with her strokes. And when I felt her lips close over the head and her warm wet mouth engulf me I groaned and my hips lifted from the bed. And I opened my eyes because I just had to see. Her eyes were smiling back at me as her lips moved very slowly up and down. She was so worried that I was too big for her, but at least I fit easily into her mouth. She was drooling and I got wetter and wetter, and a bit at a time she took me deeper, her tongue swirling around me like I was a delicious lollypop. She didn't go too far, but it was more than enough. It was wonderful! My hips bucked with every bow of her head and I moaned and gasped, desperately fighting for control. I was barely able to stand it but I knew it was what she wanted. For long minutes she sucked and licked and stroked and nibbled, sometimes faster, sometimes slow, her hand gripping the base of my shaft. Until I was no longer able to fight. And I said, desperately, "Kate, no more, please! It's so good, wonderful! But I can't hold back any longer!" She lifted her head for just a moment, a big smile on her face and said, "Good!" And her lips plunged down over me, clamping tight, and her head bobbed up and down hard and fast and in seconds I exploded! She jumped at the first blast but never loosened her grip or her lips, and when I finally stopped bucking and writhing on the bed I watched as she swallowed hard. She hadn't missed a drop. She climbed up on the bed and crawled to me, her small breasts jiggling, until my arms clamped around her and pulled her to my chest. I was hugging, kissing, squeezing her against me. After a few minutes I loosened my grip and she pulled away a bit, put her elbow on the bed and her head on her hand and looked at me with a big grin. She giggled. "Robbie, if only you could imagine how happy I am. I love how you react this way to me. That I can really make you feel like this!" "Oh my god! Kate! Don't you know that I was ready from almost the first moment you touched me? I had to fight so hard to last that long! Just seeing your beautiful body and feeling your touch was almost enough to set me off even before you started. But I wanted so bad to hold back for you. I haven't done a thing for you yet. And you can't even imagine how much I want to do!" I chuckled, knowing it was truer than she even suspected. Katie had taught me well. And often! But she was so proud and happy with herself that when I pulled her to me she practically purred in my arms. And I realized that her desire to please me overpowered even the need for her own pleasure. But that pleasure was not going to be denied if I could help it! I kissed her gently, my hands caressing her smooth warm skin, everywhere I could reach, and our lips and tongues played slow delicious games with each other. Both of us were softly sighing and whimpering with our pleasure. I leaned back and smiled at her, then kissed her nose. And her cheeks and forehead and chin. I covered her face with kisses. But then I let my lips slide down her cheek to her ear and I kissed in front, behind, beneath, pausing to suck gently on her earlobe and letting her feel my hot breath. She shivered and began sighing quietly, and even while my hands moved everywhere she began to squirm, and her hips slowly pumped against me. And when my lips began to move up and down the side of her neck, kissing, nipping, licking, my tongue leaving a wet trail, she was almost crying, her body now writhing, out of control. "Oh my god, Robbie, what are you doing to me?" Her voice was part gasp, part moan, and she was barely able to speak at all. I rolled her gently onto her back and began kissing under her chin, and she threw her head back, begging for more, offering me her throat. My hand found a beautiful breast and I gently rubbed and squeezed, letting the wonderful rock hard nipple roll under my palm and she put a hand softly over mine, holding it there. Her other hand reached for me and found my cock, and her fingers wrapped around and just squeezed tight. In no time I could feel the hardness returning, and she began to gently tugging, in time with the hand on her breast. I lifted my head once more, smiling down at her before one final kiss on her open mouth. And then my lips began making a wet trail of licks and kisses down from her chin, slowly, over her heaving chest. Her breath came in a series of sharp gasps, as though she were holding her breath in between. When my lips found the curve of her beautiful breast I kissed a slow circle around it, and her hand moved to the back of my head, gently holding me to her. I nuzzled the wonderful soft skin, coming oh so close to that hard, crinkly, aching nipple, but never quite touching. Her breathing had evened out and deepened. She was waiting. But when my tongue lashed out and lightly flicked against the nipple her whole body jumped as though it were a shock, and she sucked in her breath with a little moan that could have been mistaken for pain. But when my lips slowly slid down and covered it she let out a sigh of relief, and I felt her relax under me. I nursed gently, slowly, letting my warm wet tongue circle, and she gasped quick and hard as it lightly dragged over the tip. And her back arched as her hand pushed me down, silently begging me to take more and more. "Robbie!" Her other hand was squeezing hard around my now fully swollen cock, as though she were hanging on for dear life. And I couldn't stop my hips from slowly rolling in response. I slid my hand from her breast, fingers trailing lightly, and when I stroked her flat hard tummy with them I could feel the goosebumps. And with a groan that was almost a cry she gasped out, "Oh my god, oh godddddddddd! My lips were still locked over that wonderful hard nipple, and I sucked and licked, stopped to cover her breast with kisses, then did it again. I loved the feel, her taste, but best of all, her response to my touch. Every little swirl of my tongue or squeeze from my lips brought a little gasp, whimper or cry. When my teeth grazed the tender bud her back would suddenly arch hard, thrusting it into my mouth, offering it to me. And when I gently clamped my teeth around the base and pulled for a moment, stretching her, she squealed and arched hard against my lips. It wasn't fear or pain, but excitement, lust she couldn't contain. The Girl Of My Dreams I was panting now myself, from the passion her reaction and her touch aroused in me. She shuddered as I slid my fingers down to her panty line and slowly ran them from hip to hip and back again. I felt her hips rolling slowly, her whole body was rocking and her feet were pedaling in slow motion on the bed; she was totally unable to be still, nearing the edge. And I wasn't far behind. I couldn't wait any longer. Lifting my head from her breast, I watched as my fingers slid slowly over the satin, barely touching, never stopping. Suddenly I felt warm wetness, and just at that moment her legs snapped tightly shut, crossing at the ankles, denying me access. And her moan, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Godddddddddd!" filled the room. But just as quickly her legs spread again, open wide, and her chest was heaving with her deep gasps. My fingers rubbed up and down, back and forth, round and round, teasing. And when I ran a single finger up the seam of her panty leg on the tender skin of her inner thigh she jumped, with a quick gasp, then shuddered and moaned as it slid down again. And she whispered, in a voice filled with so much lust it sounded like agony, "Robbie! Oh Robbie! Please touch me!" I forced myself to push up from the bed, and sighed as I felt her hand release the grip she had on me. But when I slipped over her thigh and between her legs she pulled her knees up and spread them wide. She was so limber she could spread them almost sideways, and she left herself totally open to me. I knelt, facing her, and the tension faded for just a moment as we stared at each other, big smiles on our faces. And she giggled. "You look pretty damn proud of yourself down there! And happy!" "Shouldn't I be? Look where I am!" "Proud? Or happy?" "Both!" I suddenly realized her gaze had shifted, and when I looked down and saw my cock standing straight out, pointing at her, we both laughed. I wanted to tell her how proud I really was, to be there at that moment, her body spread before me like a feast, offered for my pleasure. But instead, I just smiled. I'm sure she knew. I reached to my sides and ran my hands over her feet, to her ankles, then up her shin bones to the knees, then back down the insides of her calves, loving the delicious little squeaks my touch evoked. I let my fingers trail lightly up the front of her thighs, then back down the soft, tender inner skin. And when I looked at her again the expression had changed, from a smile of happiness to an almost fearful look of anticipation. I think she was holding her breath. And when I bent my head and followed my fingertips with kisses she gasped, then moaned, and pulled her knees up even tighter, the sensations making her shiver. I teased one leg, then the other, with my lips, my tongue, my teeth and my breath, loving her soft panting and the way she squirmed and arched, over and over. Now I was so close. I could smell her scent, and my nostrils flared as I inhaled deeply, wanting it to imprint on my brain. And then I reached for her panties. "My job". And she lifted up as I slid them down over her hips and sweet cheeks, then pulled her legs together and raised them straight in the air as I slipped them slowly up her thighs. But when I reached her knees she bent her legs, still tightly together, so I could slip them easily down her calves and off her feet. For a moment she kept her legs that way, ankles crossed again, shyly hiding from me. But then she lowered them slowly, spreading them wide again, until her feet were on the sheet, knees sharply bent. And as I stared at her she put one hand over a breast, squeezing, pulling at the nipple, and slid the other hand down between her legs, rubbing slowly, with her smiling eyes locked on mine. She was teasing me again. Her hips rocked slowly. And when she pulled away her hand it was an offer that I could never refuse. I slid my hands up her thighs again, this time all the way to her hips, bending forward at the same time. Her scent stronger now, wafting over me, enticing. I kissed both thighs once more, then finally dared to look at my prize, bare, naked, waiting. She was shaved smooth and clean except for one little patch, just above her lips, and I knew she'd done it just for me. And her outer lips were bright pink, puffy, almost hiding the tender treat inside. I bent forward and kissed, my nose nuzzling the little furry forest. And I tasted her! We moaned together as my tongue timidly reached out and gently touched, and then her hips lifted as she let out a ragged gasp. I licked gently along her lips, down one side, up the other. But when I went back again my tongue painted a wet stripe right over the middle, and I couldn't help probing deep into the warm wet slit. And it occurred to me, her smell and her taste were delicious, but different from Katie. She bucked suddenly, her hips thrusting so hard and fast my face was forced against her and I was instantly wet, her juices overflowing and covering my lips and tongue. My hands tightened on her hips as I lapped eagerly, drinking her nectar, my face quickly covered with her creamy juices. Her hips were rolling and each time she lifted to my mouth she moaned and babbled; sweet little sounds. Then I felt her hand, her fingers tangling in my hair and gently pushing down, telling me I couldn't stop. But nothing could have stopped me at that moment, my only goal was to devour her, I wanted to eat her alive, swallow her whole. I slid my hands under her ass and lifted as I buried my face in her. And my tongue probed into her incredibly soft, hot entrance, timidly at first, then probing deep and hard, lapping up the juices that quickly flowed faster and hotter. She was thrashing on the bed, her moans and gasps constant and loud, and her hips pumping with every thrust of my tongue. Both her hands now pushed down hard, threatening to suffocate me and forcing me to lift my head and breathe in quick gasps. She began whining softly, crying, and I could feel her shuddering. She begged, "OH! God Robbie, please. More! Don't stop! Oh god don't stop! And her hips bucked hard, pumping against my face. I slid my tongue up, deep between her lips which were now dark red and swollen, and she squealed as I touched it. Her clit was already peaking from its hood, so hard! First my tongue circled it, then my lips closed over it, and when I sucked gently as my tongue lashed back and forth she screamed, "OH FUCK!" I almost laughed because I'd never heard her swear before! First her hips bucked, her ass lifting from the bed, then slamming down again. Then her back arched as she threw her head back and clamped her thighs over my ears! But I could still hear her stream of cries and gasps and moans and whimpers. I felt the heat of her flowing cream on my chin and quickly lowered my mouth to drink them in, my tongue swirling and lapping gently, gathering every drop. It was a long minute before she lay limp and gasping on the bed. My basic instinct was to complete our union right then and I straightened up, then shuffled on my knees till she was in reach. I was aching hard and not far from losing all control. But she opened her eyes and saw me, and almost shouted, "Robbie, no! Don't! Please come here, come to me!" I didn't understand, sure she wanted it as much as I did, but I couldn't refuse her and slid up next to her on the bed. And when I took her in my arms she clung to me, pulling her body, now moist with sweat, hard against mine. We kissed, our bodies rolling against each other, and I knew she could taste herself on me. She could feel my passion; I was shaking, and she ran her hands gently over me, calming, taking away the tension little by little. And she whispered, "I know, my baby, I know, I know. I want it too, just as much. But the one thing we both want most in the universe we can't have tonight. But I promise, I swear to you! Anything you want, everything! You can have tomorrow. But we have to wait just this one more night." And then she giggled. She leaned back a little and smiled at me. "That prescription I made you stop for the other day. It was for both of us! And the doctor said I would be safe by tomorrow. But this is so beautiful! I couldn't bear to ruin it now! Please be patient with me and don't be mad. God I want you so bad!" For a moment all I could do was smile back. I was amazed! She knew, from our first day together, that it would come to this. She was smart enough to plan ahead. And now she was strong enough to postpone our pleasure until the time was right. And suddenly I was calm; the hardness hadn't gone away but it didn't matter now. Holding her and kissing her was so much more important. And when my arms tightened again she snuggled to me and we kissed and hugged and teased and whispered little nothings. I remembered our night in the car. We snuggled together then too. Only it was cold and miserable. But we kept each other going. And shared our warmth. The ordeal had created a bond between us. And it had been growing stronger ever since. So now, warm and comfortable and wrapped up in each other it felt familiar, natural, the way it should be. And after one more gentle kiss we dozed off together, and soon I was in a deep, peaceful sleep. Hours later, when I woke, I realized I'd had another dream. I didn't remember it too well and I didn't understand this one at all. Perhaps it was just the usual meaningless dream. But still ... I was somewhere in the western mountains, maybe Colorado, hiking on a trail across a meadow, lush with grass and flowers. And at first I thought it was Katie with me. We used hike a lot in the summer just as we skied in the winter. But we climbed up a small hill through an open forest and came out on a little rocky bump. And up ahead was a tall peak, dark and bare, with snow at the very top. Then she turned and shouted excitedly for me to look, pointing to the mountain, and I realized it was Kate. It seemed we were going there, and headed up the hill again. But a short way on we came to an intersection with several trails going in different directions, and we didn't know which way to go. We weren't arguing, but we couldn't decide which was the right one. And that's where the dream ended. It had been mostly a pleasant dream, clean air and warm bright sunshine, but I remembered my last look at the mountain as dark and mysterious. And as I pondered what little I could remember, Kate sighed, and I realized where I was. I had her cradled in one arm, her head on my shoulder, light brown hair spread across my chest. She was breathing deeply, tickling me just a bit. I studied her in the dim glow of the night light, thinking she really was so beautiful in her own special way. And then it struck me. Every single thing about her was so different from Katie. Kate was petite, her body toned, hard and strong. And yet the curves of her breasts, her hips and bottom were so lovely! Her legs were slim and well-muscled, yet long in proportion to her height. Katie had been beautiful too, but curvy, voluptuous, her assets proudly displayed for everyone to see. She was in great shape, but her body was softer and did not have the appearance of an athlete. She seemed meant for loving. Kate was so innocent! Shy, timid when I first met her. She'd been afraid of me. Perhaps afraid of everyone! But her personality had blossomed as we became friends, and I knew that now she trusted me implicitly and unconditionally. Katie was so different. Worldly beyond her years, with more experience, good and bad, than most people had in a lifetime. Especially with all things sensual and sexual. Any modesty or shyness had been stripped from her, and she was outgoing, casual, able to easily get along with almost anyone. The difference was so striking it could not be greater if it were planned. And yet, I realized now, they both had exactly the same effect on me! Perhaps the contrast was for the best. There were few comparisons to be made, except for their attraction to me and my feelings for them. Of course Katie and I had several wonderful years together and our attraction had started strong and grown stronger every day. Only death was able to break the physical bond between us and nothing would ever break the emotional one, no matter what else life offered me. Even Kate. And Kate knew it and was content. In fact, I knew she wouldn't have it any other way, because it is a part of the man she knows. In many ways my time with Katie prepared me for Kate. To an extent the roles were now reversed. Katie had all the experience and taught me, the innocent novice, all she knew that was good, and made me at ease with myself and the world and confident with her. Her body had been used, but she learned from it and guided me. She needed only my size and she could do all the rest. And she did, with me as a willing student. Now it seemed I was to be the teacher, guiding Kate and sharing what I'd learned. I already knew that learning from Katie was an amazing experience, something new almost every day, keeping our desire for each other at a fever pitch. And it was fun! Now I could only hope that it would be the same for Kate. And for me! I was so eager to show her, watch her grow, and learn together with her the little things that would be special and unique between us. I knew we had one hurdle to get over. I was big and she was small. But a woman's body is wonderful in many ways. And I was sure that with patience and tenderness it would work perfectly. It might be different, but every bit as good. And I wondered if, somehow, Katie had planned it that way. It occurred to me that I had no right to think like that and doing it was only asking for disaster. We'd only known each other a few days, hardly really been together at all. In fact, we hadn't even consummated our relationship yet, although she'd made the rich promise of things to come. But I was so sure! I had to admit that I had deep feelings for her, perhaps unexplainable but nevertheless undeniable. And there was my last dream of Katie. She told me. She knew! I had never doubted her before and least of all was I about to now. In fact, without her permission and her blessing this could not have happened. I heard another soft sigh and she stirred. And lifted her head and saw me staring at her. She smiled. "What?" "I think you know." "I hope so." "Don't doubt me Kate." "I've never been more sure." God! We were almost there! She crawled up for a kiss and my arms tightened around her, squeezing tight, and she nestled against me. But then she said, "Do you like to hike?" I shuddered. Could she know about my dream? "Yes," I said, "Katie and I did it a lot. But ..." She interrupted, saying softly, "I had another dream. I can't remember much but you and I were in the mountains somewhere and it was beautiful. But we were going somewhere, climbing higher. And then we came to an intersection and got confused. And ... And that's all I can remember. Do you know what it means?" I had to think for a minute, what to say. "No, but ... I had it too! And I had no idea what it could mean or if it was just a pretty dream. But somehow, it didn't seem like it was the end. I just woke up in the middle." She was quiet for a while, wondering, I'm sure, what was happening like I was. How could we both have the same dream. And what could it possibly mean. But she said, "Kiss me!" And when our lips met the dreams were forgotten and we moaned into each other's mouths at the pure pleasure and emotion! I rolled till I was on my back, arms holding her and she was lying on top of me, her legs straddling my hips. And we shared kiss after kiss after kiss, each one sweeter than the last. She squirmed, then giggled when I moaned and she could feel my body's response. She lifted her head and purred, "I love knowing how easily I can arouse you!" She glanced at the night stand, then said, "Four o'clock. Just a few more hours, lover. Another day. It will be the longest of my life. But it will be worth it! I'm still scared you know. But you promised it will be okay and I believe you. It has to be. For me, whatever it takes. Anything is worth it now. Don't doubt that when the time comes." She quickly slid off of my chest, then knelt at my side. But she was no longer timid or hesitant. She turned and smiled at me as she giggled, "There's no way I'm going to let you go to work today all frustrated! And she grabbed me with both hands and squeezed hard! Then she laughed, and yanked and tugged at me. She was playing! I laughed too, in response, and slapped my head back against the pillow. "Oh damn!" I exclaimed with resignation. I knew she was going to have her way with me. She loosened her grip just enough and began sliding her hands up and down my shaft. I whispered to her that she should spit on her hands for a bit more lubrication, something I'd learned very quickly from Katie. She gave me a strange look but tried it, and smiled when it worked so much better. She stroked slowly at first, then harder, faster! Suddenly she stopped and one hand held me just above my balls as the other squeezed and rubbed the tender head. I moaned and my back arched as my hips lifted from the bed. "Oh my fucking god Kate!" I pleaded. "Aww, I'll make it better." And she bent low, took the upper hand away and once again she blew! I shuddered, moaned, and my cock wagged back and forth, her warm moist breath a delicious torture. But suddenly it really was all better when her lips slid down over me and I was bathed in warm wetness. She still held me with one hand, the other on my thigh, and she began to bob up and down slowly and gently, her tongue lightly stroking. Very quickly she was drooling to the point it bubbled from her lips and down my shaft, making it wet and slick. And then the hand began to move up and down again, in time with her lips. I squirmed and moaned, unable to lie still. She varied her strokes, short and long, fast and slow, lips tight, then bubbling out new waves of wetness. And then she took just the head, sucking and tonguing, and driving me crazy as she hummed softly. And she giggled when I began to whimper and buck but she had mercy and slid her lips down again slowly, holding me gently then sliding back up. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better she slid her lips down again and pushed, managing to take more of me in her mouth. And she stayed there as long as she could, sucking, lips squeezing and tongue lashing before she suddenly pulled up and I came loose with a pop, wagging happily back and forth for her again. She opened the hand that had held me and used it as a support as she began licking from balls to tip, top, bottom and sides. But then she pushed my cock against my stomach and leaned forward until she could lick lightly over my balls, making me shiver and jump. When she slowly sucked one of them into her mouth I gasped and bucked, afraid of what she might do. But she was so gentle! Her tongue carefully swirled and her lips held me and sucked ever so lightly. It was then I realized I was as precious to her as she was to me. And when she heard me moan with both pleasure and relief she lifted her head and said, "I think my baby likes it!" "You don't know the half of it!" I gasped. But when she slid her lips over me again she was all business. She began bobbing, lips tight, slowly increasing the pace. And she went deeper and deeper, until I could hear her begin to gag. But she didn't even slow down! Her drool was running streams down my shaft and over my balls and she used one hand to fondle them gently. And I just gave into it, moaning and gasping, my hips rolling slowly, knowing only one thing would make her stop now, and I was so close it wouldn't be long. Suddenly she pulled her lips away again and grabbed me with both hands! And she began to jack me as hard and fast as she could, her fingers, covered with her drool, making juicy wet sounds as they flew up and down my shaft. I whimpered, I cried, I muttered, "Oh fuck!" And I grabbed handfuls of sheet as I gritted my teeth. I didn't want it to end but it didn't matter. The Girl Of My Dreams Nothing could resist that sweet torture. And when I growled and my hips bucked she stopped and held on tight. And she couldn't stop giggling as I erupted like a fountain, cum spewing in all directions, my body, her face and breasts, and all over the bed! And when I finally stopped thrashing we stared at each other a moment. Until we both broke out laughing. "Dammit Robbie! You should have warned me! I didn't know anyone had that much cum!" And she started giggling all over again. I finally was able to gasp weakly, "I may not have any left if you keep doing that to me!" But she crawled up to me and put an arm across and laid her head on my chest, ignoring the little pools of cum spreading between us. "Want me to stop?" she giggled. Then she whispered, "Somehow I think I don't have to worry. But maybe, if you're good, we'll find out how much you have!" And she shrieked when I slapped her beautiful ass! There was no doubt we needed a shower, and she slipped off the bed and grabbed my hand and tugged until I finally started moving, with a groan. Somehow, after what she'd just done to me, my git up and go had got up and went. But following her beautiful naked body to the bathroom made it so much easier. The hot water felt wonderful, but not nearly as good as the feel of her, wet, warm and naked. And we washed each other and played for almost an hour, before reluctantly turning off the water. We put on underwear and then she went and stripped the bed, saying she'd throw the sheets in the washer before she left. But When she found a couple of drops of cum on the nightstand and the clock she turned and scowled at me, hands on hips and said with a mock growl, "All right wildman, from now on I want you a little more under control!" But I got her back. "Hey, you're the one that held the hose! All I did was run the pump!" She looked shocked for a moment, then charged, pretending to try to tackle me. But I grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her, then whirled her around so her back was pressed against me. And I leaned down and pushed her wet hair aside with my chin and lightly kissed the back of her neck, then down along the side. Her reaction was instantaneous! She pulled and bucked, trying to get free but I held tight and continued to torture her, my lips and tongue grinding and swirling against her ear. Of course she could have turned her head away, but instead she pressed against me, moaning and gasping for breath. "Dammit Robbie! Don't you get me all riled up now. We have to go to work!" "Do you know how cute you are when you're all riled up? I might have to keep you this way all the time!" And I quickly let go of her wrists and slid my hands over her breasts, pulling her back hard against me. She squirmed and moaned in my hands, her body rubbing against mine. But she never moved her hands from her back, completely surrendering to me, and I could feel her shudder with every stroke of her breast and squeeze of her nipple. But she finally turned in my arms and pressed herself against me. And she looked up almost tearfully. "Oh baby, how am I gonna make it until I see you this afternoon?" And suddenly I felt guilty. I forgot that her feelings were just as strong as mine. And it really was too late now for me make it anything but worse. And I said, "Oh Kate, I'm sorry honey, that really wasn't fair. But I promise I'll make it up to you tonight!" Then she looked up at me with a little smile. "Robbie, don't you EVER be sorry for making me want you! I may be a little distracted today, but I would have been anyway, and now I'll be glowing all day!" and she hugged me tight. We were interrupted by the alarm clock going off, but she took the time to make us a quick breakfast, laughing as she said she wanted to keep up my strength, and then we quickly got dressed. Being together with her had been exciting since the beginning, but today there seemed to be a special excitement, almost an electricity between us. We both knew why. She'd made a promise and had every intention of keeping it. Of course we were going to have sex. And that thought was unbelievably exciting after what we'd done to work each other into a frenzy! But that was only part of what it meant to us. Neither of us was trying to pretend there wasn't something special between us. We both knew there was and it was wonderful! But sex is a part of any relationship and it can both solve problems and cause them. And with us there were questions that needed to be answered. Until we knew for sure how well our bodies matched, and the little likes and dislikes each of us might have we couldn't know for sure what the future held. We were both quiet on the ride in, perhaps mulling over what was to come. But when I pulled over to let her out she looked at me with her wonderful smile. And reached over and turned off the ignition! And in the next moment she was in my arms as we kissed and kissed and kissed. The horns of frustrated commuters were lost on us. When we finally found the strength to part she looked at me for a moment, then ran her fingers down my cheek. "Please hurry!" was all she said before she turned and pushed open the door and was gone. She didn't look back and I knew it was because she was afraid she wouldn't have the strength to keep going. That day at work was the worst. My mind refused to focus on anything but her ... and our coming night together. Everything had to be right. I was confident about my feelings and hers, but terrified that something unforeseen would spoil everything. I realized that Katie couldn't help me now. It was up to me to see that I did all I could to make it perfect for Kate. I began to fret that the only woman I'd been with was Katie, and although I'd gained a world of experience it was only with her. I really was no expert on how to please a woman, how to make her mine. I had only instinct to help me now. Of course I was a little early; I'd managed to leave right on the dot. But when I pulled up to the curb Kate came out the door on the run and jumped in so fast she almost bounced into my lap. I really couldn't block traffic then; it was already backed up so the best plan was just to go home. But she moved as close as she could get and put her head against my shoulder and hung on to me with both hands all the way to the apartment. Once again I opened the car door for her, gave her a hand and led her to the apartment and let us in with my key. But this time we stopped in the middle of the room and she turned, and we just looked at each other. At that moment I was scared to death. And her eyes said she was too. But I reached out and took her hands and pulled her to me and she just melted into my arms, her body molding to mine. And for a long minute we just hugged. But when I raised a hand and ran a finger up the side of her face she looked up and smiled, until my lips covered hers. And it was only seconds before I heard the first little whimper as our lips slowly ground together, along with our bodies. She felt so good in my arms! But this was to be our most special day, and she left no doubt she was ready to be naughty when I felt her hands slide down my back to my butt and squeeze! Of course I did the same to her and pulled her against me, letting her feel how she already had me aroused. And she wiggled against me, letting me know that was exactly what she wanted. I tightened my grip on her sweet round cheeks and surprised us both when I lifted her until we were face to face. With the adrenalin surging through my body just then I could have lifted her over my head! She giggled and locked her legs around me before kissing me again, and this time she didn't hesitate. When I felt her tongue pressing I opened my lips and it popped in and found mine waiting for it. And we both moaned often and loud as our lips ground harder and harder and our tongues dueled, first in my mouth, then in hers. When we finally stopped for a breath she tilted her head back just a bit to look at me and giggled, "Well? Are you just going to stand here?" That was an invitation I couldn't refuse and I quickly carried her to the bedroom, turning sideways to get her safely through the door. I set her down and we locked our arms around each other again. But now our hands were exploring freely, and when she reached in and began unbuttoning my shirt I started to do the same with her blouse. Of course our hands got in the way of each other, and we ended up laughing. Once we finally managed that she grabbed my belt and started working on it while I undid the button and hook on her pants. And we both got the zippers down about the same time. My pants fell to the floor, but I had to work hers over her hips while she wiggled for me. Then we looked at each other and broke out laughing again because we realized how silly we looked, shirts still hanging open on our shoulders and pants in a heap around our ankles. But it didn't take long to remedy that and then I grabbed her again and we fell onto the bed together. This hadn't been terribly romantic but it was fun, and just what we needed because we both had an awful case of the jitters. I could feel her shaking and I was too, but once on the bed it was different. She made me pull off my t-shirt, then slid into my arms like a magnet, and our mostly naked bodies just fit together as we squeezed each other tight. She looked at me, eyes wet, almost crying, and barely got out, "Oh god Rob, do you know how bad I've wanted you?" I nuzzled against her neck and whispered next to her ear, "It's been the longest day of my life." And I began kissing, everywhere, her neck, her ear, her chin, her throat, her cheeks, eyelids, forehead, nose. And of course her lips, over and over, little wet kisses. As I moved she did too, tilting her head to give me access to any and every spot I chose. We were both breathing deeply, quiet sighs of passion and desire frequently echoing between us. My hands slid indiscriminately over her body, touching everywhere, never stopping, and we were gently rocking against each other in a quiet tempo. Her skin was like powdered silk under my fingertips, and I loved the way she sucked in her breath, gasped or moaned with every special place I touched. She had let herself go, holding nothing back from me. I slid a hand down her side, over her hip and the top of her thigh and she gasped, "Ohhh Robbie! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" and when I slid my hand between her legs, then moved it back up, fingers lightly trailing against both inner thighs, her hips lifted and she moaned so sweetly. I avoided her panties, but touched everywhere else, all around. She put a hand to the back of my head and pulled my lips to hers, showing the depth of her need when she desperately kissed me, her tongue rammed into my mouth. Our lips ground together and so did our bodies, but my hand trailed back up, making her shiver, until it found her bra, and I traced its outline with a single finger. I could feel her shaking. "Dammit Robbie, I want you so baddddddddd!" she growled between clenched teeth. I wanted her just as much, more! But I wanted this to be as good as possible for both of us, but especially her. I knew she was still worried about my size, and deep down, so was I, just a little. But I knew the best chance would be when she was so aroused that she was dripping wet, and I wanted her to be as open and ready as possible for me, knowing her body would adjust. I knew she'd had been there yesterday, even though she'd had the strength to stop me, and I wanted to get there again. I put my arms around her and squeezed her tight as I undid her bra, and when I let her go again she yanked it off and threw it across the room. I still wasn't used to the sight of her beautiful little breasts, and when I looked my breath caught in my throat. I realized again how naturally beautiful she was. The tips of her nipples were deep red now, already swollen rock hard, and I hadn't even touched them yet. She saw me looking, saw what the sight did to me, and proudly arched her back, offering, daring me to take them. And I did. My lips slid over one hard pebbly tip as my fingers found the other, and I sucked and swirled my tongue and gently pinched and pulled, all at once. She moaned and slammed her head back on the sheet. And as my lips, tongue and fingertips played, tortured and soothed I felt her body begin to writhe on the bed and she twisted until her panties could grind against my leg. She was whimpering, and she had one hand on my head, the other covering the hand on her breast, making sure I didn't stop. And she was softly whispering encouragement, "Oh yes, baby, Oh god that's so good! Oh my god! Don't you stop, don't you dare stop!" But soon her tone changed. She moaned loudly and arched her back, hands pushing down as she arched up and jammed her breast into my mouth. "Oh fuck Robbie! Harder, do it harder!" this was a new side to her for me. I knew she liked it when I squeezed and pinched, but she'd been passive, just accepting whatever I did. But not now. My fingertips tightened on her nipple and I pinched hard enough that I was afraid I'd hurt her. But all that did was make her breathe more deeply, her breath coming in sharp gasps. And she pushed up hard against my hand. And when I pulled, stretching her a bit she ordered, "More!" I did, no longer restraining myself, figuring she'd asked ... no, commanded! And if it was too much she could say stop too. But she didn't, and when I started twisting she moaned, "Oh fuck! Yes! Like that!" that's when I realized that this was the sexual animal coming out in her and responding to me. Before, she had loved my touches and enjoyed being with me as much as I did, but now she was hungry, wanting everything I could give her, everything I could do. My mouth was full of her breast, my eyes closed so I could enjoy every sensation even more, but I could feel her moving, body writhing on the bed, her hips pumping against me. But then she surprised me again. "Baby, bite me! Make me feel it! Do it hard!" Oh god, I never expected this! But I loved it. It was eerily similar to the way Katie acted when she was totally aroused. But I'd expected it from her. With her past I knew nothing was really new, it was only a matter of giving her what she liked most. I clamped my teeth around the base of her nipple, tightening slowly until she groaned. But she arched again and I knew it was what she wanted. I sucked hard and at the same time, lifted my head, pulling, stretching her. "Uhhuh, Uhhuh! oh god! Her voice was quavery, and I knew she was on the edge of pain. But it wasn't a plea to stop. She wanted more! I relaxed for a moment, relieving the pressure, and I realized her chest was heaving as she gasped for breath. Again I pulled, stretching more, and at the same time, my fingers squeezed as I pulled and twisted "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh god, Robbie! Oh yes! Fuck!" She squealed the last, and I suddenly realized she was on the verge of orgasm! My beautiful Kate was a lady no more. She was consumed with the flames I had ignited in her! When I relaxed my grip again she fell back on the bed, gasping, but I knew she wanted so much more. I took my hand from her breast and slid it down her body, not even slowing when my fingers slid under the band of her panties. And when I sucked hard on her breast again I clamped my hand over her at the same time and as I pushed her ass down on the bed I realized she was dripping wet. My fingers were instantly lubricated, and I let them slide deep between her lips as my teeth began to pull again. This time she almost howled in my ear when I stretched her, at the same time spreading her thighs to let my fingers slide up and down between her slippery swollen lips. Her hips lifted hard, pushing against my hand and she began grinding against it, at the same time arching to my mouth, then pulling back again, stretching herself even more than I'd dared to do! Her hips bucked and I felt my finger slip into her little hole, and the gasp I heard begged for more! I quickly obliged, sliding my hand down and pushing slowly deeper and deeper until my finger was buried in her. She was whimpering, and she thrust time after time against my hand. It occurred to me I hadn't done this before, although my tongue had been there, but certainly not this deep. And I realized how incredibly tight it seemed, even with just one finger! My teeth released her and instead I clamped my lips over her nipple, sucking hard and lashing it with my tongue. But now her concentration was on my hand, my finger, and she was rolling her hips, begging me to fuck her. I moved another finger inside and gently pushed. But she moaned, the fit was so tight, and I had to go very slowly. It was then I began to be really scared of what would happen when I tried my cock. Slowly she relaxed, and she was so wet that I began to fuck her with my fingers, carefully, gently. I couldn't believe she could be that tight with just two fingers in her. But she gasped, with a high, tight voice, "Oh yeah! That's it honey! Give me more. Don't stop!" And her hips rolled in time with my hand. I began to move faster and her breathing rapidly became shallow and broken. She was pumping her pussy against my hand, almost slapping against it, daring me to do it harder. I did and she began to pant, not speaking now, just concentrating on my fingers, her hips bucking with staccato thrusts. I knew what she needed most in the world at that moment and did the only thing I knew to give it to her. I managed to find her clit with my thumb and began letting it rub back and forth in time with my fingers. Now she was moaning and her whole body was in motion, and her hand pushed hard against my head, forcing me to suck almost her entire breast into my mouth. But I pushed up against the hand and found the nipple with my teeth again. And clamped, then pulled. She panted furiously for a moment, then suddenly squealed and her free hand slapped down hard over mine, forcing me to stop stroking and just bury my fingers in her. And in slow motion, she arched, first against my mouth, and then, almost like a ripple traveling down her body her hips lifted, pulling her ass off the bed, and she ground against my hand in mid-air. And then her entire body was writhing, out of control. She growled once, a deep guttural roar, and then she was squealing, panting crying, moaning all at once. I lifted my head, wanting to see her face, and her eyes were clamped tightly shut, tears squeezing out from the lids and running down her cheeks. But her mouth was opening and closing as she gasped hard to catch her breath. Suddenly she clamped her legs together and pulled her knees up to her chest, forcing me to move my hand, and I could feel her whole body shaking, shuddering. I started to lean back but she grabbed me with both arms and pulled me against her, my cheek between her breasts. My lips were pressed against her soft smooth skin, so I just kissed gently, again and again. Gradually she relaxed, her legs slowly sliding down onto the bed again, and her breathing returned to normal. She began running a hand over my hair, petting me. "Robbie?" Her arms loosened and I lifted my head to look up at her with a smile. But she had the strangest look on her face. "Baby, I just want you to know ... I never felt anything like that before! Not you, not my stupid boyfriend, not toys, not anything!" Then she pouted. "I just wish you'd been inside of me." I moved until I could lean over and kiss her. She had no idea how much I wished that too. But I was sure it would happen again, even better, and next time I WOULD be inside her. But I had a nagging thought about how tight she'd felt. We just held each other and kissed for a while, but she felt my aching hard cock pressing against her hip and reached for it. And I sighed with relief when her palm closed around me. "My poor baby, that was so unfair!" she cooed. "You gave me so much pleasure and got nothing in return." The Girl of My Dreams This is my first time writing any kind of story for this site so please bear with me. Any feedback is greatly appreciated so that I can get better at this sort of writing. I purposely left it a cliffhanger so that you would be left wanting more. Please enjoy and leave a comment when you are done. ***** "I am so tired of being single!" I thought to myself. I have been single for 18 years and it has been wearing on me. I am not the best looking but I am definitely not the ugliest. I have a very average face and brown eyes. I keep my hair very short, I don't have the kind of hair that all the pretty boys have. I have an average body that borders on athletic. I play sports but am not considered a jock because I play Ultimate Frisbee. I am kind of awkward and don't really have friends. I have one friend that has been my best friend since grade school. He has been bugging me since sophomore year to ask Emily out. Emily is the girl of my dreams and today is the day I am going to ask her out. I have been wanting this day since I first laid eyes on her freshman year. Emily sits behind me in history class. Now it is about time you know what Emily looks like. She is about 5' 3" which is very complimentary to my 5' 9" frame. I have always liked shorter girls and Emily happens to be beautiful as well. She is a redhead which is another favorite of mine. She has a round face full of freckles. A very cute nose and the most gorgeous set of green eyes. She has a knock out body. Curves in all the right places and she definitely knows it. She isn't a slut that goes around throwing her body in your face. Sometimes she wears these black square frame glasses and I can hardly contain myself she looks so cute! You may be sitting there saying to yourself that this is too good to be true, that is exactly what I thought when she walked through the door. This is my dream girl after all. She looks better senior year than she did the first time I saw her. She has really grown up into a beautiful young woman and it makes me even more nervous about what I am going to do today. I have waited a long time for this day and it is going to happen come hell or high water. "Hey Russell!! So today is the big day huh?!" Jackson called out as soon as he saw me. I may have mentioned to him about my plans for today. I was so excited I could't hold it in and I needed some advice on what to say and when. So far the plan was just to be myself and plan on talking to her after History class. "Planning on it to be! Making my big move right after History hopefully!" I replied back to him. I have a history of chickening out when it comes to anything involving Emily. "I am hoping I can go through it this time, last time wasn't very fun." Last time I tried to talk to Emily I failed horribly. I had this whole script thought out and everything. I was watching her while eating lunch, her perfect self was there reading a book, looking gorgeous, I just couldn't approach her. Not one of the best moments of my life. "Haha yeah that was a disaster, please don't let that happen again. You better get on it before the school year ends!" It was towards the end of the year and it was starting to get warm outside. This was my favorite time of the year, girls tended to wear sundresses that hung loosely at their thighs. Today that is what Emily is wearing and I can already feel my hands sweating just thinking about approaching her today. As soon as I walked into History I started getting major butterflies in my stomach. I figured I would make my move as soon as class ended. I picked my seat that I usually sit in and waited for class to start. Not more than a minute later Emily walked in looking more gorgeous than ever. My hands started sweating so much they started dripping. I tried to wipe them on my pants but they were so wet. I barely managed to squeak out a "Hi" to Emily. She responded in her very nice voice that is music to my ears. She took her seat behind me and we waited for the teacher to come in the door. The teacher came in the door and class progressed as normal. We did the lesson, had a class discussion which I never participated in and a question period. My luck turned when the teacher announced that there was going to be a project on what we were learning. The teacher said that she was going to pick partners for the project. I started getting excited hoping that I could get partnered up with Emily although I never get my wish. The teacher started announcing the partnerships and when she said my name I held my breath. It felt like an eternity before she announced that next name on the list. The next name she said was Emily's and I think I died inside I was so happy! I turned back to Emily and she gave me a big smile. "Well looks like we are partners," I said to her. "Yes it does, I have to say I was hoping we would get partnered up!" She replied back to me. That statement floored me. "What could she mean by that? Does she like me and I have just been blind to it the whole time?" A million other questions went through my head like that. "What do you say we get together on Friday so that we can work on the project?" She asked me, waking me from my daze. "Sure, sounds good. Where did you have in mind to meet?" I answered her. "How about my place? My parents will be gone for the weekend. They have a timeshare in Hawaii that they are going to get the most out of." Emily said. This had me even more nervous. "I am going to be inside the house of the girl of my dreams. What if I do something wrong, use the wrong door, or see something I shouldn't?" Then my mind wandered a little. "Maybe I'll be able to see her bedroom, get a picture of what it is like to be inside her head a little. Get glimpse of some panties laying around." "Okay, your house it is. Should I bring anything?" I asked. She thought on that for a moment before responding, "Just bring yourself, we have tons of snacks at my house." After discussing that we said our goodbyes and i went on to my other classes for the day. After school I meet up with Jackson and fill him in on all the days progress. He gives me a pass for not asking her out because we will see each other Friday night. I tell him how excited I am and how I can barely contain myself. We part our separate ways and go home for the day. FRIDAY NIGHT-The Surprise It is finally Friday night and I am on my way to Emily's house. I have been waiting for this day all week. The week has seemed to crawl by, especially today during school. I can't wait to finally be in her house or to spend some time alone with her just the two of us. It is hard to stay concentrated on driving just thinking of what is on the other side of her door. It is warm outside and I am hoping she is wearing a sundress tonight. One that will hang loosely at her thighs and show off her wonderful legs. A pair of sandals would be nice too but I am not too picky when it comes to the clothing that Emily wears. She is a pretty big dress wearer so I should not have a problem tonight with what she wears. I finally make my way to her house and wait outside in my car. I am literally frozen with nervousness. Talking to her this week about the project was hard enough, now I was going to be inside her house. I get outside of my car and walk up to her front door. I knock on the door and wait for her to answer it. I wait for about two minutes and I try the door again and still no reply. I was starting to wonder if maybe I had the right time when I heard the clacking of high heels on the tile on the other side of the door. "High heels? Why would she be wearing high heels for us to work on our project?" Those are the thoughts that ran through my head as Emily opened the door. At the moment she opened the door my jaw fell straight to the floor. Standing in front of me in the doorway was a dream. It was Emily with her red hair falling over her shoulders in a skater dress with flower patterned skirt part that just seemed to hang loose at her thighs and the top looked like a white shirt, sheer black pantyhose, and shiny black four inch peeptoe heels. The dress had a modest rounded neckline. This was a dream come true. She must have seen the dumbfounded look on my face and asked, "Something wrong?" While giving me a devilish grin. "N..nn..no nothing is wrong" I stuttered, "You look absolutely beautiful!" She really did look gorgeous. Just a minimal amount of makeup, she looked great without any but now she looked terrific. She had bright red lipstick on which really amplified her lips and contrasted with her eyes. "So you just going to stand there?" Emily asked me while giving me that devilish grin again. "Ye...yea..yes sure," I managed to stammer out while wondering what the grin was for. I felt underdressed as I was only wearing a pair of khakis with a cobalt blue thermal. While it was cooling down I tended to be on the colder side. A very annoying trait I got from my mother. To make matters worse I was starting to get turned on by what she was wearing and how she looked. Unknown to everybody but Jackson I have a pantyhose fetish and a foot fetish especially when they are in pantyhose. This was fueling it and I was afraid it was going to show. Emily led me into the living room and had me sit down on the couch while she sat down in a leather chair they had off to the side. The chair was in full view of my seat on the couch. When she sat down she started to cross her legs and her dress rose a little on her thigh. At this point my mind could barely process the situation. I was just sitting there wondering what the grins were for and how she knew to wear all this stuff when when she started to talk and brought me back to reality. "So are you ready to work on our project?" Emily asked me. "Uhh..ummm sure, yeah let's do that. Do you have all the stuff we have to do?" I asked her back. "Yes I think I do." As she was saying this she reached over for her backpack that conveniently made her dress rise a little higher. I was just how far her dress would rise when she came back up with our history book and a folder of papers. As she came up she noticed that I was looking at her pantyhose clad thigh and gave me a smile. She had me totally hooked and I think she knew it. She started reading off her paper about our project. Something about researching a strong influence of the past 100 years and their contribution to the time. I wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying. I was catching peeks at her legs and her cute little toes I could see from the peephole. She had her toe nails painted a bright red, the same color as her fingernails. There was a thing about Emily and her hands that I liked. Unlike a lot of other girls her fingers were slender and a little bit long. They were proportional to her body type but not short stubs most girls have. Just thinking about her hands and what they could do was making me even more turned on. "Russell... hello? Are you listening to me?" She asked as she gave me a wink. I had zoned out looking at her feet through her peephole. "I am glad you like what I chose to wear, now lets work on the project." "Oh.. yeah... sure. We should probably get that done." I manage to get out. My cheeks were turning red because she caught me looking again. I just couldn't help looking at these incredible legs! "Do you have anybody in mind for the project yet?" "Actually I don't. I haven't found anybody super interesting yet. Maybe we should go over to the computer and try to see if we can find somebody new." She suggested. It sounded like a good idea. I was having a huge problem concentrating as it was with her in front of me. "Lead the way," I said, having never been in her house I had no idea where the computer was. As she started walking I could have sworn she put a little more hip action into it. Her beautiful ass was moving and the dress swaying with it. She could really walk in those heels and they showed the definition in her legs. If it was at all possible for me to get even more turned on it was happening right now. We finally reached the computer and she logged in. Shelaunch the internet and brought us to the search engine. "Okay what do we do now?" She asked me. I was so close I could smell the perfume she was wearing and it smelled very good. It was some kind of flower smell and I really liked it. "Maybe we should search sports stars?" I suggested to the conversation. I was getting a little more comfortable around Emily as the night went on. "Eh.. I don't know. Have you heard of any really influential sports stars lately?" "Well, Jackie Robinson did help black people play baseball. It took it from being a white sport to being a sport full of different races." "You are right! Nice one! I am so glad you are my partner." She reached over awkwardly to hug me in the chair next to her and when I went to put my arm around her it caught a little of her breast. "Oh... I am so sorry!" I apologized to her. "Don't worry about it! Accidents happen, just make sure it doesn't happen again." When she said this she gave me a wink. "I have to say it was a very nice accident," I say returning the wink. "Maybe I'll have to make more of those kinds of accidents." The words are out of my mouth before I even realize what I am saying. Something about the last few minutes has me uncharacteristically brave. It is like I have become intoxicated off of Emily. Everything about her. Her outfit, her perfume, the way she smiles and winks at me. "Better keep your hands off mister!" She said while laughing the entire time. "My feet are killing me. I had to do a lot of walking this week, would you mind helping me out a little? I would love a foot massage for my feet." "Uhh... ye...ye...yes. I can do that." All of a sudden my stutter returning. This was a dream come true for me and it was about to happen with the girl of my dreams! "Okay lets move over to the couch and we can do it there." I followed her back to the couch and she sat on one end and I sat down on the other. She started removing one of her heels slowly, really taking her time with it. I could do nothing but stare. Watching her take her heel off had me mesmerized. Watching her cute little foot come out of that heel was the best thing I have seen in a while. Better than watching it on the computer which I had done so countless times. She finally got the heel off and started working on the other one. She really took her time with this one and even dangled it off her foot. I was so turned on that all she had to do was look over. I am sure that's what those winks had been. She probably saw my hard on. When she finally got her heel off she laid herself across the couch and her feet ended up in my lap. Her feet were right on top of my hard on. I propped a pillow onto my lap so that I could focus on one foot at a time. She kept one of her feet under the pillow and as I was starting to massage her foot she was wiggling the other one around a little. I tried to shift myself on the couch from her foot but she kept it right in my lap. I swear I was going to explode at any second even though she was using her foot on top of my khakis. When I would get close to busting loose she would stop and just leave her foot there. Once I had calmed down she would start back up again. I started with the ball of her foot first. They felt really good in my hands as I used my thumbs. Massaging them through the pantyhose was the best thing I had ever felt. I was trying to concentrate on the feeling so that I would never forget. After rubbing the ball of her foot I moved down to the arch. When I moved down to the arch I could hear her sigh a little bit. "Oh that feels so good, how did you get so good at massaging feet?" "I don't know, I have never done this before." "Well you should do this more often for people! You have a gift." After working a good bit on the arch I moved down to the heel. Working that over with my thumbs felt just as good as the rest of her foot. After working the heel I moved up to her toes. "And now saving the best for last!" When I started on her toes that got another sigh out of her and the foot on my hard on was working a little harder now. I looked at her toes and marveled at how cute they were. Nice and slender and tiny with red polish on them that made them look really good under the sheer pantyhose. I started working on each toe individually and started blowing on them which got me a little moan out of Emily. I got close to them and blew on them and I kept getting closer until I could smell her foot. The combination of the smell of her foot, the pantyhose, and the leather pump turned me on even more. I got so close that I just had to taste. My tongue shot out from my mouth and started licking her toes. This got an even bigger moan out of her and I took that as a sign to keep going. Once I got done with her toes which left her pantyhose wet I moved on to the balls of her foot, then the arch, and finally the heel. Once I had licked her entire foot leaving the foot part of her pantyhose wet I grabbed the other foot from under the pillow. While licking her foot I had forgotten about her foot moving around under the pillow. I had been so turned on by licking her foot I hadn't realized I was so close to exploding. Removing her foot from underneath the pillow helped calm me down a bit. I replaced the missing foot with the one I had just finished with. Through all of this Emily had her eyes closed and was sighing and moaning as I worked on the other foot. This time I saved the toes so that I could lick them last. When I had finished with her cute toes she still had her eyes closed. I chose this as a time to experiment. I started with the ankle of the foot I had above the pillow. After doing the ankle I moved up to her calf. Feeling her meaty calf through the pantyhose felt really good. After the calf I moved up to the knee. Very slowly I moved up past the knee about half a foot from the hem of her skirt. Hearing no complaints and her moaning softly I kept going. Inching my way up towards the hem I stopped when I reached the hem and just focused on her thighs. I thought her calf felt great her thigh felt even better. After having my fill with her thigh and her eyes still closed I started to get a little daring. I inched the hem of her skirt up inch by inch. I got it so high that I could see the control top of her pantyhose. My inner voice getting the best of me I stopped going from there. I just couldn't go any further. Her I had a girl laying on her couch, eyes closed, me with the hem of her skirt up at the control top of her pantyhose. She sensed my hesitation and opened her eyes. "That was a wonderful massage! Thank you, I will definitely know who to call if I ever need one again." With that she teased me with a thank you gift and put both her feet in my lap under the pillow. She started using her feet to massage my hard on. It was a dream come true, I just wish I didn't have these pants on or she would remove them for me. After all the daring stuff I had done that was one thing I couldn't gather enough courage for. I started moaning from her massage and was really close to exploding when she stopped. "You teased me and I was just returning the favor." She said to me while turning and getting into a seated position on the couch. "Well this has been really fun but it is getting kind of late. We have our figure picked out now we just have to put a presentation together." She stood her heels up on the floor and started slipping her feet back into them. I had to say I was sorry to see them disappear again. "It was a very good time indeed. I hope I was able to help you with that foot massage. If you ever need one I am your guy!" I told her as I was packing up my bag. The Girl of My Dreams "Oh you helped a lot! I will keep that in mind for sure." We both stood up from the couch. We made our way to the front door and I opened it for her. We both stood out on the porch for a few minutes before I broke the silence. "Well I guess this is goodbye for now. I'll see you at school on Monday and maybe we can get together again to work on our project." "Yes that sounds very good. I hope you keep the magic that is in those hands. I will probably be calling on it real soon." "I will keep that in mind. Have a good night see you later!" As I turned to leave Emily grabbed my shoulder turned me around and kissed me. This wasn't some peck on the lips this was a full kiss the only thing missing was tongue which I wasn't going to start complaining about. The kiss was mindblowing. By far the best feeling I had had all night. Even better than her feet in my lap or me massaging her feet. It was the best thing I had ever felt in my life. That kiss was everything I imagined it would be plus some. The kiss lasted quite a few seconds before she leaned back. After the kiss she leaned into my ear and said, "Thank you for not taking advantage of me in my aroused state. You are a true gentleman." As soon as she said that she spun on her heels causing her skirt to twirl around with her and walked back into her house leaving me in a dazed state on her porch. My mind had just exploded from the nights events and I didn't think I would be able to make it home. As I was walking back to my car I think I knocked something over but I couldn't tell. Nothing in the world mattered to me right now. All I was focused on was remembering that kiss. I got into my car and drove home. I don't even remember the drive home or climbing into bed. All I remember is staring up at the ceiling in my bed with a smile on my face going through all of the nights events and thinking this is going to be the start of a beautiful relationship. The Girl of My Dreams "Oh honey, that was the greatest time I have ever had." She whispered in my ear. "Me too..." I said as I gave her a kiss back. A while later after we had sat down, we started talking about what had happened. "I'm still not sure how I feel about you doing it Kim." I said to her. "Well honey, I would love to only give it to you, but you can't..." She looked at me. "Yeah I know, I can't do it that often..." I said, knowing that she really liked to receive a real load after. "And this doesn't affect how I feel about you, you're the only one I love and that will never change." She told me. "But if you feel hurt by me doing it, then I guess I could try and..." She looked a little sad. "No, I guess I can handle it, I love you, and I want you to be happy." I told her. "You sure...?" She asked. "Yes, but only this, nothing more." I told her. "Oh no, I wouldn't want to do anything more..." She said smiling at me. "Other than to you of course." She then said as she came over and sat down in my lap whilst kissing me. I have to admit, that I had always had a little fantasy in the back of my head, about seeing Kim giving another man a blowjob. "But we have to set up some rules." I told her. "Okay." She agreed with me. We discussed it for a while as we then came up with the rules. They were: Kim was only allowed to do it in the club, in the private booths. She was only allowed to do it on Thursday to Saturday nights. Only allowed to do it to black guys, since I wanted to be the only white guy in her life. (and because that fantasy I had had about her, was with a black guy.) And she would always tell me about it if I asked her. I could come and watch at all times. And those were the rules. A few days later I went down to the club again, it was a Friday. Down at the club as Kim had finished dancing, she came over to me. "I have a private dance now." She whispered into my ear. "Why don't you go around back and watch..." She teased me. "I think I will..." I told her. "Mmm... now I'm soo turned on honey." She whispered to me as she gave me a kiss. A little while later she went into a private booth with a huge black guy. And soon after I followed into the backroom, still having the key. As I got there she was slowly removing her top revealing her big natural breasts. Whilst she danced for the guy, she looked over at the mirror as much as she looked at the guy. She told me later that she was imagining me standing there watching her. As she leaned over at the guy whilst holding her breasts up in his face, I could swear that she could see me there, and actually looked straight into my eyes, with a teasing smile on her face. I got very hard by seeing her do this to the guy, and at the same time looking at me, knowing that I was there. And then a moment later the guy unzipped his pants, and pulled out his large black cock. Kim smiled at the guy as she got down on her knees in between his legs. She looked up at me through the mirror, as she slowly put his huge cockhead into her awaiting mouth. I couldn't take it, I just had to grab my dick, so I undid my pants and started to stroke my erection. I could tell that she was really going at it, putting a real effort into giving this guy the blowjob of his life. Every now and then she would look up at me as she slowly sucked his cock. And soon the guy started to tense up, and I knew that he was ready to explode. Kim gave him a small squeeze of his ball, which made him go over the edge. I could hear loud grunts coming from him, as I knew he was unloading his balls into my girlfriend's mouth. I could see and I knew from experience, that Kim had her lips around his cockhead until she had gotten the whole cum load. She then slowly opened her mouth a little and released his black cock. She looked up at the guy, motioning him to leave, still with his cum in her mouth. After the guy had left, Kim got up close to the mirror, looking straight at me. She then slowly opened her mouth showing me his load of cum she had in her mouth, moving it around in her mouth with her tongue so that I could clearly see it. As she did this, I couldn't hold back any longer, and I shot my load straight into the large mirror wall in front of me. As I catched my breath I saw her closing her mouth and her eyes, as she then swallowed the whole load. She then opened her eyes, licking her lips and giving me a real satisfied smile. From that night on, and every night that I watched her, we had some awesome sessions of lust in our bedroom. Two years later, I married Kim, the girl of my dreams.