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Never Forget

By: khon



I would like to thank Angel love for editing my story, This is my first attempt at writing anything in hopes of someone else actually reading it. She made some subtle changes that really make this story flow better. 

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I am Lisa and I have been married for almost 10 years now to my husband Dan. About 3 or 4 years into our marriage our sex life had really slowed down a lot. We talked about bringing another woman into our bed for a threesome and decided to approach Anji. Anji and I had been friends for years, I knew she was bisexual and we had even played around a few times in the past before I got married. (my husband found those stories to be, very entertaining).

So every few months or so, we would go have drinks with Anji and end the night at our home having a wonderful time. I was surprised how well it worked out, because Anji would still come to our house from time to time and Dan would never try and make anything happen unless it was something we planned on doing. We had done this off and on for around two years when we get to the story I want to tell. 

One night about 3 or 4 years ago I met with Anji at a pretty nice bar we occasionally went to. We were both in one of those moods and I called Dan to ask if he wanted to come join us when he was off work. Of course he was totally into it; he always knew where that was going to go. 

Anji and I were sitting at the bar; it was around the dinner hour so there were not many choices otherwise. Dan wasn't going to join us for about an hour or so and we were just having some nice conversation as always. I noticed this very attractive black man coming towards me and he asked if the stool next to me was occupied. I told him I didn't think so and he asked if we minded him taking it. We didn't mind and he sat down. Anji and I continued our conversation, but quietly I leaned in and told her how good looking this guy was. 

Anji told me, I should take off my wedding ring and flirt with him a bit, and then she said she had to make a phone call got up and walked away. So there I was thinking on it when I noticed I was kind of playing at my wedding ring! I started to think to myself, wow I really want to play this up a bit.. 

I took off my ring and started to make small talk with him. He was very pleasant and had a smile that made me weak in the knees. He told me his name was Quinten and it wasn't long before I realized we were definitely flirting with each other and there was plenty of potential here.

Anji came back about 15 minutes later and she joined in the conversation. She has always had a way of lifting my confidence and pushing me to the limits when she wants to. A little while later, Quinten said he had to use the rest room and excused himself. While he was gone I told Anji we had to stop this because Dan was going to get here and what would I do then. Anji told me not to worry about Dan that she would take care of him. She told me she would just be Dan's wife tonight.

By this time I had a few drinks and I was definitely feeling the heat from Quinten! He was one of the most attractive men I had ever seen in my life. He had a smooth way of flirting and he was clearly not afraid of where this was headed. 

A little while later I noticed Anji get up and walk towards the door, I looked where she was headed and realized Dan had arrived. She went over to him and pulled him to the side and started talking to him. She hugged him and even grabbed his ass! I couldn't help but watch as I was a bit worried he wouldn't want to play this game. But he was smiling and he didn't look like he was about to go postal or anything like that. They came over to where we were sitting and sat next to us at the bar. He said heya Lisa, I said hello and introduced Dan to Quinten as Anji's husband. They said hello and did a little small talk. After a few minutes, Dan and Anji seemed to be in conversation and I continued to talk and flirt with Quinten. 

About and hour later, Anji asked me if I was ready to go. She said she and Dan were going home. I said I would be there shortly; I wanted to hang out a bit longer with Quinten. 

So there I was at this bar flirting with this beautiful black man and it was starting to get more intense. He had been touching my leg next to him and flirting more and more for a while. It was now my turn I could tell. I asked him if he had ever been with a white woman before, and he told me many times. He had this little smirk on his face when he said it and it sent a little tingle up from my pussy when I saw it. He then asked me if I had ever been with a black man. I told him I had not. He leaned over close to me and whispered into my hear, "You're never going to forget tonight then." 

I wish I could explain how unbelievably horny that made me! I felt on fire, I could tell I was getting very wet. He asked me where I lived, and I told him I lived with Anji and Dan. I asked him if he wanted to come by my house and have another drink. He eagerly agreed. Before leaving I told him I had to go to the rest room. While in the rest room I called Anji on her cell and told her I was going to bring him home and use the guest bedroom. She said ok and we hung up.

He followed me to our house, and we walked to the door together. I opened it and walked in, there was Anji sucking my husband's dick on the couch! She quickly stood up and said she was sorry she didn't expect me home so soon. Dan put his dick away quickly as well. Quinten said no worries we are sorry to interrupt. I just looked at Quinten and saw the smile on his face and nothing else mattered to me. 

Anji announced that she and Dan were going to give us some space and retire to their room. They went upstairs and into our bedroom and I was alone with Quinten. I offered him a beer and we sat on the couch for a few minutes drinking it. He seemed in no hurry but I wanted to just jump on him right there. I had nothing to worry with though, because it was only a minute or two before he pulled me close to him and kissed me. It was amazing, I could barely control myself. I climbed up in his lap and started to kiss him back as if I were a 16 year old in high school. He started to touch me all over; his hands were so big and felt so good. He pulled my blouse up and reached under it to rub my breasts. I was on fire, I pulled off his shirt and it really sank home to me just how incredible his body was. His chest was so wide and his muscles were so well defined. I was in heaven. 

It was about then that my phone rang, I picked it up and it was Anji, she said just say your busy right now and pretend to hang up, but instead hit the speaker button on your phone and put it in your purse. I did as told and said I would call her back later it wasn't a good time. I put the phone in my purse and took Quinten by the hand. I told him we should go to my room and he stood up. We went into the guest room and closed the door. 

He took me in his arms and started to kiss me again. He said he wanted to watch me take off my clothes and he sat on the bed. I took my clothes off in front of him down to my panties and he said, take those off too. I took them off and climbed on top of him to feel his body against mine again.

I could feel his dick rubbing against my stomach as we kissed, it felt really big. I pushed him back on the bed and I started to unbuckle his belt. He told me to take my time and enjoy it. (I must have been frantic!) After getting his belt undone and his pants undone I pulled them off of him. He had sexy black boxers on and I reached up and pulled them down so I could see his black cock. It was everything I had ever imagined it would be. It wasn't all the way hard, and it was thicker than any dick I had ever seen in my life. It was long too really long, but oh my god it was so thick! It had to be bigger around than a pop can, and the head was just huge. 

It was beautiful I just sat there looking at it. I hadn't even touched it yet. I looked up at him and he was looking at my face and grinning. He said he always loves to see the look on a woman's face when she sees his dick. I climbed up and lay next to him kissing him while I wrapped my fingers around that fantastic cock. He reached over and started to run his hand up my thigh to my pussy. 

I was on fire, I kept squeezing his dick. It wasn't fully hard yet and it just felt so good to squeeze. I felt his finger working its way into my pussy and I spread my legs a little so it would be easier for him. His fingers felt so good and I could feel an orgasm coming on. I moaned and he told me he loved how wet I was. Just hearing his soft voice say that while his long finger slid into me put me over the edge, I felt my orgasm let go and it took over my whole body! I had never cum so quick in my life, this couldn't be real is all I could think.

Then I pushed him back on the bed again and I climbed on top of him. I kissed him and worked my way lower and lower. I wanted so bad just to get to his dick, but I also wanted to enjoy every inch of his body. I kept a hand on his dick the whole time and it was certainly not soft at all anymore. It felt like a steel pole. I could feel this big vein in it beating to his heartbeat. 

By the time I got my mouth down to his belly button I had already passed his big dick head and I couldn't take it anymore. I ran my tongue up his shaft to the head and felt a drop of pre-cum on the tip. I licked it off and savored it. I have never really liked the taste of cum, but wow I just couldn't get enough of him in any way!

I opened my mouth just enough to put the top part of his dick in and it felt wonderful. I just worked my mouth on his head like I was eating Anji out. I felt around it and all over it, I sucked it in and rubbed my tongue around it. I could hear him making little noises and that was making me wetter and wetter! I put as much as I could into my mouth just to see, it was not very much of his dick I could take in. 

I went back up his chest and lay on top of him, I could feel his cock standing up between my legs and I ground on it while I kissed him. He tried to roll me over and take charge but I asked him if I could stay on top while he put it in me. He just smiled at me. 

He said, "You really like this don't you hun".

I just kissed him again and rubbed myself all over him. There was no way I could tell him just how much I liked it, I could barely think much less talk. I leaned up as far as I could and reached down to put his dick head onto my pussy. His hands were helping me hold myself up like that and he felt so strong. 

I got it lined up, and I slowly started to lower myself. I thought it would be really hard to get the head in, but I was amazed that it just slipped right in. I could feel myself stretched around it though and it felt so good, it was hard to think of anything else. I felt him start moving his hips to push it in further and I said please be careful. He told me he would be easy on me for a while and I started to push back on him too. 

I could feel my whole insides stretching open. It was amazing, it hurt a little bit but even the hurt felt fantastic. I really wanted to take him all in. I kept moving and taking more and more in till it wouldn't go any further. There was still at least and inch or two left and I told him I don't think I can take it all in.

He said be still and he started moving around a bit and pushing, it hurt so well but it didn't seem to be going in anymore. He kept pushing in and out and finally I felt it push something deep inside me and go all the way in. It was fantastic, I was all the way down on him and I just wrapped my body around him and laid there feeling him inside me. 

I moved my hips and he moved his, every motion was driving me further into a place I never realized was there. I felt another orgasm coming on and concentrated. I ground down on him as he pushed up into me and then I felt it let go again. It was the most intense amazing orgasm I ever had. I shook on top of him and he pushed into me and held it there as I came all over him. 

A few minutes later he rolled me over with him on top, never taking his dick out of me. I was looking up at him and he looked like some sort of god to me. He slowly pulled his dick out of me till just the head was inside. He had this grin on his face and he asked me if I was ready to get fucked? 

I said, "Please Fuck me!" and he pushed it all the way in, it was like an electric shock. 

Just a few seconds of not being full of his cock then it all slammed home sending me to a new high. He was relentless, he would go fast, and then slow, he would move in circles and then slam it into me again and again. He pulled it out of me and grabbed my legs and flipped me over on my stomach. He pulled me into the doggy style position and pushed it into me from behind. This time I felt real pain! I had to stop him. He laughed and said he would be more careful. He fucked me like that and I came again. I had come at least 3 times by now and my pussy was raw. It still felt unbelievable, but I knew I couldn't take it much longer.

He started to really pump it into me harder and I knew he was about to come. I wanted it bad. He told me he was about to fill me up and I screamed for him to come inside me. I later found out I had screamed quite a bit during our session, but I never even realized it at the time. Then I felt him stop pumping buried deep inside me, And then I felt it gushing inside me. He must have come a ton because I could feel it dripping out of me and down my legs. It filled my insides, it was amazing.

He kept his dick in me and pushed me forward and lay next to me. I could feel his dick going limp inside me, and it was still huge. We lay like that for 10 minutes or so catching our breath. Then I felt his hips moving again, he wasn't hard, but it felt fantastic. It was very calming actually. I was purring like a kitten. his hands were all over my body and I could feel the fire starting again in me. He asked me if I was ever going to forget this night, and I told him no way ever. 

He pulled his dick out of me and I just felt empty inside. He was getting up and saying he had to go because he had to work the next day. I said wait, and I went over to him and asked if I could suck his dick one more time. He sat down on the bed, and I put my head in his lap and ran my tongue all over his dick. I put his dick in my mouth while it wasn't hard; I was able to get most of it in that way. 

I could feel him getting hard again and his hand was now on the back of my head. This time I was all business, I wanted him to cum in my mouth and I worked his dick as good as I could. It went on for quite a while, but eventually I could feel him starting to tense up. I pumped his dick with my hands while I held his dick head and an inch or two of his shaft in my mouth. I loved it, he was about to come I could tell. 

He pushed my head down with his hand and I felt the first stream hit me in the back of my mouth. I almost gagged but I was able to pull back a bit and I felt shot after shot going into my mouth. It tasted so good, I swallowed as much as I could but there was just too much, some came out and ran down my chin. I kept sucking on his dick for a long time after he finished coming. Just squeezing every drop I could get out of it. 

Then he said he really had to go, and he got dressed. I walked him to the door and gave him my number (I don't know what I was thinking, but I was still delirious) I kissed him good night and he left. 

Anji and Dan came out onto the stairs and I went up to join them. Anji told me my husband came 3 times, and I looked he was still hard as a rock. Dan pulled me over onto the bed and told me to sit on his cock. Dan has a very nice cock, it's certainly not small, but when it went into me I could barely feel it. 

He just had this look on his face and he said "Oh my god, your pussy is on fire, its super hot." 

He also told me he couldn't believe how stretched out it was. We fucked and sucked all night. Anji told me she wanted to fuck Quinten and I had better find a way to make it happen. It was the most unforgettable night I have had of sex. 

They told me the cell phone worked great, but in the end they thought people down the street could probably hear as well as they could anyway.

Never Forget



The woods were dark and chill as the lizard man led Sidhe from the pyramid ruins into the shadows along the mountain's side. There, he stood her in front of him, looking down into her sorrowful crystal-eyed gaze. 

The Drow wizardess had come to Red tonight to tell him of what new obligations had come into her life. In order for her House to remain strong, she had to produce an heir. Only days ago, Sidhe had murdered her only female heir in a fit of rage. She justified it to the priestesses by pointing out that the young woman was a half breed, bred from a Barbarian male from the north whom Sidhe had no real connection to. She knew nothing of his heritage or his honor, so her daughter had nothing positive to inherit from him, and thus nothing to contribute to the House's name. 

Sidhe had come upon her daughter after discovering where the young woman had run off to. The idiot was in her father's tent, but it had been nothing to lure the simpleton out into the darkness. Sidhe had beckoned, the fool had followed. And Sidhe had wrapped her hands around her daughter's neck and squeezed her life from her, crushing her fragile windpipe beneath her hands. 

The priestesses had known almost immediately, and sent for Sidhe as soon as she returned to their city. They had berated her endlessly, not only over breaking the Drow oath to never slaughter a female of their kind, but also over the fact Sidhe had just killed her only true heir. Sidhe's other heir was a male, a son who had become a most powerful wizard. But a male could not run a House, and the House would fall should Sidhe die in an 'accident'. 

In the end, they had offered her a solution. She would produce a new heir for their needs and purposes, a female as per their god's request. They would choose who the father would be, and Sidhe would mate with him upon command. 

The wizardess had been quick to point out how foolish a plan this was. What if the male were a noble? He could lay paternal claims to Sidhe's daughter, much as Ubique's second lover had done with her second girl-child. 

The priestesses had smiled together in a conspiratorial manner. And they had said that the man's death would be most sacred to the gods. 

Once Sidhe mated with him, they would sacrifice him. And he would be no more. 

Sidhe had finally acquiesced, having no choice in the matter really. And now she was out in the woods above the Drow city that was tucked safely away under the mountains. Her lizard companion was with her, the one person she chose to have in her presence after all the traitorous actions of every person she had ever known. 

She had come to tell him the dire news, that she, his fighting partner and new lover, would have to mate with another. She had not been sure of what to expect, but his cool acceptance was beyond her thoughts. He had not argued with her, he had not objected. He had simply pointed out that they came from two different cultures. 

Then he had stood up and walked away. 

Confused, Sidhe had run after him, turning him back to face her. She had told him that she would miss him should he leave her. And she had explained that she was doing the only thing she knew to do, and that was to stop him. 

Red had placed a finger beneath her chin, his razor sharp claw forcing her face to tilt back. He had said that though he could not be there with her when she consummated her obligations to Church and to god, he would ensure that she would not forget. 

It seemed a blanket of shadow wrapped around them where they stood now. Sidhe could feel the heat of the lizard man's body through his soft leather armor. He had nothing to fear in this wood, and thus he was not dressed in full battle regalia, like usual. Through the leather armor, Sidhe could feel the warmth of his body through his scaled skin. Red pressed close to her. 

"You said once you belonged to me. Yet you still have your own mind. You make your own decisions. It is a choice of yours to allow me to be a part of your life, of your world." 

His words hissed against her ear as he brought his head closer. His claw forced her to tilt her head to one side, exposing her neck to his flicking tongue. The forked red protuberance dragged quickly across her skin. He was tasting her sweat, and in it, her fear. 

"When you do this thing, your body will belong to someone else, for a brief period. You may forget me, and what we have shared." 

Sidhe lifted her hands to Red's sides as he forced her to bend her back. One of his hands went behind her, gripping her lower back as he lowered her to the sweet grass of the forest floor. His body came over her, reminding her of how strong and hard he was, a reptilian body made of muscle and smooth slick scale. 

"I will make it so you do not forget me. Ever." 

The words were so serious, so deep. Sidhe shuddered as Red pushed her hands to her sides. He rose slightly above her, looking down on her. His green eyes flickered in the darkness, catching every drop of the eerie light in the magickal wood and reflecting it back. Sidhe's breath caught in her throat as he took his claw from her chin and moved it to the front of her robes. 

Gently, Red dragged the claw down Sidhe's heaving chest. He opened her robes, the material parting before his finger like butter as he exposed her to the cool night air. 

For a moment, he ran his hands over her naked breasts, pinching lightly at the nipples, hard enough to make her gasp in shock and pleasure. Then he ran his hands down her body, pushing her smallclothes away from her sex and leaving her bare and naked, her robe in tatters next to her. 

Red looked at her, studying her briefly. Then he stood and began to undress. Sidhe could do nothing but watch as he unbuckled his weapons belt and let it drop to one side. He removed his shin plates and his gauntlets, letting them drop in a pile next to Sidhe's ragged robe. Then he lifted off his leather armor, his tail swishing on the grass as he stood naked before the trembling Drow. 

Down onto Sidhe's body he fell, biting at her neck and collarbone. Sidhe dared not cry out for fear that guards on patrol in the woods would hear and come to her 'aid'. She wanted no rescuing just now. She opened her thighs, feeling Red's swollen, bulging genital slit pressing against her own sex painfully. 

But he was still sheathed, his cock up inside his belly and hidden from actual intercourse. 

Red nipped and bit into Sidhe's ebon blue skin, his clawed fingers tangling roughly in her hair. Then he slid his body off of her, and began to slide around. He was changing positions, and soon his body was behind Sidhe's head on the grass, his mouth working painfully over her breasts. 

The lizard man's razor-like teeth cut into her breasts as they had time and again. But he moved onward, downward, over her smooth belly and navel. He stopped to nip at her hips, each in turn, drawing small trails of blood there. 

"Unsheathe me," he commanded, his voice a serpentine hiss. 

Sidhe did as he said, reaching up with both hands to pry the stiff and stretched scaled skin away from the slit of Red's sex. Into it her fingers delved, until she was finally curled around his rod. Carefully, the Drow wizardess withdrew the swollen red member. It was only inches from her face. 

Red lifted his head from her belly, looking up her body to her face. He thrust his hips slightly, and Sidhe knew what he wanted before he ever uttered a word. 

"Taste me, Sidhe," he said. 

She was already guiding his slick cock towards her mouth. Sidhe parted her lips as wide as she could, and was momentarily grateful that lizard men did not have bulbous heads on the tops of their phalli. Else her work would be harder than it was. 

Red was incredibly hard. His cock was like a firebrand or a slick redwood spear. The tip was pointed, and Sidhe stuck out her tongue to guide the member into her mouth. He tasted like nothing she had tasted before, not salty like other men she had known. His cockflesh was bitter, pungent, but musky. 

As her tongue touched against his cock head and shaft, Red convulsed, thrusting his hips again. His cock was soon quickly buried deep in Sidhe's warm, wet mouth, and she slurped around it greedily, wanting nothing more than to please him as he had pleased her a dozen times. 

He put a clawed hand on each of her thighs, squeezing hard and pushing up so that his torso was more erect. He threw his head back, hissing as Sidhe's tongue lapped around and around his thickness. Then he began to thrust, furiously fucking the Drow woman's face and mouth as if she were the tightest, wettest cunt he had ever had. 

Red's cock slid easily in and out of Sidhe's mouth. He groaned and gripped her thighs so hard that tears welled up in her eyes. But she did not dare stop him, nor did she cry out. A lizard man in the throes of passion was a primal beast, and Sidhe had found that out the hard way. 

Red fucked Sidhe's face furiously, and she could feel his cock head slipping further and further down her throat each time. His claws dug into her thighs, and his hips almost bounced off of her face as he ground himself into her. His cock was beginning to swell, thickening even more within her mouth and between her cheeks. Sidhe curled her toes, fighting off her natural gag reflex. 

She would drink of him, tonight. She owed him that, for all he endured. For all the battles he had won in her name. For all the times he had rescued her and brought her back from the brink of certain death. 

For making sure she was never alone. 

She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as his engorged member filled her mouth, her throat, and finally exploded in a shower of hot cum that slipped quickly down to her gullet. Sidhe swallowed as best she could, but still the liquid poured from the lizard man, oozing out between the seal of her lips around his shaft. Red thrust onwards, his head tossed back and his body completely tensed. 

After several more deep thrusts, Sidhe realized he was not done. If anything, his cock was swelling to an even greater size. The Drow woman fought and pushed against his hips, trying to dig her nails into his scales to no avail. Red fucked onwards, and Sidhe could feel he was building to an even greater orgasm. 

She wasn't sure her mouth and throat could take much more. The corners of her lips were cracking, and she thought they might be bleeding. But still his cock filled her mouth, the pointed spearhead tip pushing down past her tonsils. 

Then, just when she could feel he was about to explode into orgasm once more, Red lifted his head high. He forced his cock deeper into her mouth than he had gone before, causing her whole body to tense as she struggled to get away. But there was nowhere to go. He had her pinned between his strong hips and the grass. 

Suddenly Red dropped his head. It took Sidhe a long, unending moment to realize what hurt so badly. But soon the feel of his teeth sinking into either side of her sex became obvious, and white light flared in her brain as she froze in place. The feel of the throbbing lizard cock in her mouth was nothing compared to the cutting of dozens of tiny blades, sinking into her cunt's labia majora. 

As his cock went limp, Red slowly lifted off of Sidhe's body. He gingerly released her sex from his teeth, careful not to lacerate her tender petaled flesh when he pulled away. Lying next to her, the lizard man waited for her to calm. 

Sidhe thought she might have passed out. When she came to, Red was still there, watching her. And her whole sex ached, from anus to clitoris. She breathed slowly, her mouth aching from its sexual stretches. 

"That will scar," he informed her. 

She already knew it would. 

"You will not forget me, when you most need to be reminded of me." 

The lizard stroked Sidhe's cheek, and she couldn't help but to turn her body into his embrace. Forgetting him was something she never wanted to do.



Never Forget



April 2001

Cody Willington was riding his bike to his father's dealership thinking how in the world he ended up working on a perfectly good Saturday, instead of hanging with his friends. Oh yeah, he thought, I promised my dad that I'd let him teach me what hard work felt like. That was his second mistake. His first mistake was asking his dad for money. 

"Cody, you need to learn the value of a dollar," his dad had said to him. Cody knew it was pointless, but he'd argued anyway. 

"But I do know the value of it. I just don't have any. I just want to go see a movie. Can I just get a little advance on my allowance? You know mom won't let me get a job in less it's during the summer," Cody begged. His mother thought that it would affect his grades if he had too much on his plate. Not like the track team, debate and glee club weren't enough on his plate. 

"Well, I talked to her and we both agree that it's okay for you to work a few hours after school on certain days. You don't do anything on Tuesdays after school and you can work a few hours on Thursdays as well," his dad said shifting in his leather chair. 

"Ok, that's great. I'd love to work. I'll start looking for a job. Bennie's is looking for a busboy any way. This is even better. Instead of just giving me the money you can loan it to me, and I'll pay you back when I get my first pay check," Cody said with a huge grin. 

"Cody, you're not going to need to find a job. I have a job for you already. You'll be working in the garage," his father said picking his pen back up and getting back to work. 

Cody just looked at him for a minute, trying to figure out if his dad was teasing or if he was serious. It was more than definitely the latter because his father never lied and rarely ever teased. He said nothing if he didn't mean it. 

"What?" Cody asked. Cody was not opposed to hard work, but him and cars just didn't mix. Did his father know how hard it took to get that oil smell off your hands? Ok, Cody wasn't into stereotypes, so just because he was gay didn't mean that he didn't roll around in dirt, play sports, or act just like a "guy" was supposed to act. And, he didn't feel that the work was above him just because his father owned the dealership and garage. He was going to be a busboy for gosh sakes. But he didn't know a damn thing about cars and didn't really have the urge to learn.

"It's the perfect place to work. The guys already know who you are and it's a great to learn about some of the things your old man does. Mac everything about all kinds of cars. If you work there for those two days a week, then you can have that custom 1980s Camaro that you love so much that sits behind the garage; that'll be yours." 

And that's how his dad had got him. With the promise of that damn car. The car that Cody had eyed for months. One day a guy had dropped off the beat up Camaro off at the dealership and walked away from it. His dad had had it fixed up in no time, with a new custom paint job and a new motor. The car drove like a dream now. Cody wanted that car so bad he could taste it. Which is why on perfectly good Saturday in Februaru, he was walking into his dad's garage. 

He got off his mountain bike and leaned it on the side of the brick building. He took a deep breath and walked around the front where the doors on the garage were open and just stood watching for a minute. There were men in overalls walking around with clip boards, under cars, bent over engines. The noises of metal against metal, engines revving, a radio playing rock, and men yelling to be heard over the noise seemed so damn frightening. He'd been in here lots of times with his dad. So why didn't it feel so daunting now?

I can do this, he thought. He puffed out his scrawny chest and stepped forward, but instead of the graceful manly entrance he was expecting, he tripped over his shoe lace; and he wasn't going to just trip, he was heading for a full on face plant. To save face, literally, he reached out and grabbed onto something to keep himself from falling. It just so happened that it was the wall were the button to the hydraulic lift was, which just so happened to have a car on it at the time and a guy under it as well. 

"Shit!" someone yelled and raced towards the switch. Right before it crashed on the guy that was walking under it at the time, it stopped. 

"Damn it kid, you gotta watch where you're going. What the hell are ya doing in here anyway?" a deep male voice with a slight east coast accent boomed. 

Cody looked up into the darkest bluest midnight eyes he'd ever seen. They were also the most pissed off eyes he'd ever seen. The god that had to be over six feet that was standing over him was by far the sexiest man he'd ever seen...ever. His skin was naturally tan, as if he had Mediterranean decent, with long black hair that was tied at the nape of his neck. He had broad shoulders that tapered down to narrow hips which lead to what Cody was sure were muscular legs, even though they were covered in overalls that were just zipped to the waist. His face was angular and his nose was slightly crooked, probably from having it broken before. And the tight black shirt that he was wearing showcased a beautifully muscled chest. What Cody wouldn't do to run his hands down over those strong biceps that the shirt hugged so snuggly? 

"I'm Cody," he said kind of breathlessly before he cleared his throat. "I'm here to see Mac. My dad sent me to work here." 

"Wait, you're Cody?" the guy asked. His voice was a deep tambour that rolled through Cody like water. If he wasn't more careful, he'd show the guy just which team he was batting for. 

"Yeah," Cody responded biting his lip. When he was nervous he chewed on his bottom lip, and this man was definitely making him nervous. "Is Mac here?"

"You're looking at him," the guy drawled. Cody stared for a moment. 

"You?" he half yelled. "What how old are you twenty?" Cody had this really bad habit of speaking before he thought. If he was thinking instead of trying to figure out how soft the guy's lips were, he'd have definitely censored his words. Or not fucking said them at all, he thought riley.

"Look ya little shit; I'm doing this for the boss 'cause he said that you needed a job and that you would work hard. I don't need you and ya mightier-than-though attitude in my garage. Ya don't like me, that's fine 'cause I couldn't give two shits, but you will respect me and listen because if you fuck up in here, you could kill someone." And with that he walked into the office and slammed the door. 

Cody didn't know what to do. His first day of work and he'd already insulted his boss. How was he supposed to know that Mac wouldn't be some old guy with a beer belly and graying hair, but a chiseled twenty year old? Yeah, so much for not buying into stereotypes. 

He knew Mac was really pissed, but he didn't want to stand in the middle of the garage where the rest of the workers were staring at him, so he walked to the office and knocked. 

"What, damn it?" Mac snapped. Cody pushed the door open and walked in. 

"I'm sorry about what I said out there. I'm not a stuck up prick, I promise. I was just expecting someone older with more weight. I wasn't trying to say that you wouldn't know anything about cars. My dad rants about you all the time. It's Mac this and Mac that. Mac knows so much about foreign cars and Mac knows how to make an entire car from scratch." Rambling was another one of his bad habits. "I really am sorry. If you just—." 

"If I say I'll forgive you will you please shut up?" Mac asked rubbing his forehead. When Cody didn't respond Mac continued. 

"Look kid, I don't have any problem with letting you help out and teaching you 'bout that Camaro, but ya gotta learn to talk less and listen. I can't have another mistake like that out there. Shit like that is dangerous, ya understand?" Mac said leaning back in the wooden roller chair. 

"Yeah Mac, I understand. It won't happen again. So what do you want me to do?"

"Well, since ya don't know shit about cars, I'm gonna have ya cleaning up. Sweeping and washing the tools. You can assist when you're needed. Hand the mechanics stuff when they ask. Try to stay out of their way. You're my problem not theirs. How old are you kid?" Mac asked him. 

"I just turned eighteen last month. That's why I'm working for the car. I—," but Cody stopped himself before he kept going. If Mac wanted him quiet, then he'd be quiet.

Mac arched a very sexy eyebrow at his abrupt silence. Cody shrugged and smiled. 

"I'm trying," he said before he stood up and walked to the door. He stopped with his hand on the door knob and turned around. "Are there some overalls I can wear?" 

"If there are they'll be in the closet outside this door. Hey," Mac said as Cody turned to go. "I'm twenty- four." Then he gave the sexiest half smile Cody had ever seen. Cody felt his heart stuttered in his chest and his stomach fluttered. If that half smile did that to his eyes, Cody wondered what a full blown smile would do. 

~*~

By the end of April Cody was content. He spent Mondays and Wednesdays in glee club. Tuesdays and Thursdays at the garage, and Fridays with Mac learning how to fix the Camaro. Spending so much time with Mac was probably not good for his crush, but damn if he didn't want to stop. The first couple of weeks had been strained and pretty boring, but slowly Mac had started opening up to Cody. They laughed and joked around. Mac would even take Cody along to get parts and had stopped sighing whenever he walked in the room. 

Mac was a very quiet guy but had a dry humor that made you laugh. The only thing that Mac didn't talk about was his family. Every time Cody would bring it up, the light in Mac's eyes would shut down and he would get evasive. Cody hated not seeing that light in his eyes, so after broaching the subject twice, he never brought it up again. 

Cody knew, just knew in his heart that Mac was attracted to him.But he had so many deterrents from getting Mac to look at him, really look. First, he was seven years younger and though in theory it's not that much older, it is when one of the parties is twenty-four and the other is a pimply little eighteen year old. He was also thought maybe it was his look. He was only five foot eight and he was extremely skinny and scrawny. He also had this wild curly hair that didn't want to do anything; on top of his baby face. He was definitely not sexy, cute maybe adorable even, but not sexy. 

He was going to put a stop to that though. He would show Mac just how sexy he could be. He jumped in his Camaro, which he was in love with, and drove over to the garage. Mac had an apartment above the garage, so Cody used his key and went into the garage. He walked up the stairs in the back and knocked on Mac's door. Mac answered a few seconds later in nothing but jeans with his hair dripping. 

"What's up kid? What ya doing here?" Mac asked stepping back to let him in. 

"I was out driving and I thought I'd stop by. Were you heading to bed? I didn't think it was too late, it's only a little after ten. Should I go? I—," he started to ramble, but Mac cut him off.

"Whoa Cody, what did I tell you about talking so much? It's not too late. Have a seat," Mac said walking to the fridge and grabbed a beer. The apartment wasn't big, but it was clean. The living room only had a love seat, a long wooden block for a coffee table, a recliner and a T.V. The kitchen was just as miniscule. Just a small fridge, stove and a little counter space. Cody hadn't been in the bedroom yet, but he hoped that tonight he could remedy that. 

Mac walked to the love seat and sat down and put his feet up on the wooden thing that was masked as a coffee table. 

"Can I have one of those?" Cody asked pointing to the beer in Mac's hands. Mac just looked at him and raised an eyebrow. Cody figured that if he had a little to drink he'd loosen up. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, opening it on the edge of the counter. He came back to the living room and sat down on the loveseat putting his feet up next to Mac's. 

The beer was gross, but he wanted to look cool so he kept sipping it. They sat there in silence for a long while Cody waited for the alcohol to do its job. It didn't take long. He and his friends had gone through his father's liquor cabinet before and just one sip of bourbon had him giggling like a school girl. He figured a whole beer would have him passed out in an hour. 

Feeling lucid, Cody rose and stood up over Mac. With his legs on either side of Mac, he took Mac's beer sat it on the floor, and then he sank down into Mac's lap kissing his neck. He smelled so good like the pine soap he used, and man. It felt so good and he was so much in the moment that he didn't even notice that Mac wasn't responding. The next thing he knew, he was hurled to the love seat and Mac was standing over him glowering. 

"What the fuck Cody?" Mac snapped. He ran his hands through his hair. 

"I thought that's what you wanted. I saw you looking at me," Cody said in a small voice. He felt like shit. Mac didn't want him. There was disgust in his eyes.

"Hell no! Why would you think that? Look at you and look at me. You just a fucking kid. Shit, just go Cody. You can't drive so take the bike and I'll tell your dad that I needed to look at something." When it looked like Cody was just going to sit there Mac snapped, "Now!"

Cody jumped up, tears running down his face. He pushed past Mac and ran out the apartment. He had never been so humiliated in his life. What would possess him to think that Mac was gay? God, he wanted to crawl under a rock and die. 

Leaving his car he grabbed the bike and pedaled home as fast as he could. When he got home he staggered into his room and passed out in his bed from humiliation and beer. 

The next morning when he went to get his car, he saw that his father's car was sitting next to his. He really didn't want to run into Mac, but he was more scared that he had told his father. He'd been so luck that Mac hadn't kicked his ass for what he'd pulled. He thought maybe it was because they were friends. Well, they were friends. 

Cody's father was standing off to the side talking to Mac. Crap, Cody thought. He's so telling him what happened. Cody felt sick. He couldn't continue to be around and not want him or feel the humiliation. He turned to leave when his father called him over. 

"Cody come over here will you," his father smiled. He can't be that unhappy if he's smiling. 

"Hey, there's this new Mustang that my friend wants remodeled and I want you and Mac to work on it," his father said when he was standing next to him. Cody wanted to look over at Mac, but he was afraid of what he would see. 

"I wanted to talk to you about that. I don't want to work on cars anymore," Cody said. 

"What, but you love cars. I thought you've been getting along really well working at the garage. Mac says you smile all the time and he has to beg you to leave." Cody flushed and looked at the floor. Yeah, like he needed another reminder of Mac telling him to leave. 

"I think that it's a waste of time. Plus I thought I'd go to New York. You know how Meg always wants me to come and stay with her. I talked to her this morning and decided to move with her. You said I could, I just had to ask," Cody said as he felt Mac's eyes on him. 

"But son, you've been so happy here. I thought you wanted to stay in Florida with us? That's what you told you're mother," his father said frowning. 

"I think it would be a great experience. I'd get to meet new people and experience new things."

"Ok, that's ok with me. We'll talk to your sister when we get home. Sorry Mac, I guess you just lost your most enthusiastic partner," Harold Willington said patting Mac on the shoulder and walking to his car. Cody turned and left without even looking at Mac. Yeah dad, Cody thought, he really did.



Never Forget A Birthday



A thin sliver of light cut through a small gap in the curtains, and slowly worked it's way up the bed. The rooms two occupants lay fast asleep, wrapped cosily in a duvet, with a low rumbling snore coming out of the covers on the side nearest the door. An arm - undeniably male given the light covering of hair - struck out into no-mans-land, hanging over the end of the bed and allowing a hand to barely brush the floor. 

Next to him, a second figure rolled over, and momentarily tried to waft away the beam of light with a futile, sleepy gesture. Nearest the window in the otherwise dark room, the second occupant was currently the sole focus of the early morning sun. As the light finally reached the top of the bed, a woman's face flinched at the unwelcome intrusion.

With a groan, the woman was slowly and unwillingly dragged from whatever dreams she'd been enjoying, and rudely forced back into the real world. A real world that tasted like a hangover, and was apparently illuminated by an offensively bright light. 

"Mitchell." she mumbled, sleepily. "Mitchell..." 

There was no response from her partner though, except for another snore in the never-ending symphony that had peppered the night.

After a few minutes of futilely battling the oncoming morning, a burst of red hair grudgingly untangled itself from the duvet. With a final groan, the woman hauled herself out of bed, and breathed in deeply. She was tall and relatively thin, but with a nice round ass that many a man had appreciated from afar. 

Staring accusingly at the gap in the curtains, she slowly got to her feet and made her way slowly out of the room. She needed some water before she fixed the curtains and would crawl back under the covers. 

Reaching the kitchen, she grabbed a cup and yawned as she turned on the tap. Away from the bedroom, away from the snoring, the house was perfectly quiet. The light tinkling of the water hitting the bottom of the glass, combined with the after-effects of far too much wine having left the bottom of her glass the night before, sounded far too loud for a Saturday morning. 

However, if the sound of the water was enough to make her regret her choice of drinks last night, the sudden piercing shriek of the phone was enough to make her regret her life.

Staggering over to the phone, Tanya fumbled at the handheld before finally locating the answer button.

"H... hello?" Tanya said, blearily. 

"Hi, is Mitchell there?" Tanya's mind was kicked out of neutral by the sound of her boyfriend's mother. Shaking her head, and squinting at a nearby clock, Sara tried to wake herself up so as not to betray the fact that she was still more than slightly hungover.

"Umm... no... no, Mitchell's still in bed." What the hell was she ringing at this hour for? Of course, the woman lived on the other side of the country, and was prone to forgetting that timezones were a thing that actually existed in other people's lives. 

"Oh, okay..." the woman sounded disappointed, and Tanya was lost for words for a moment.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Tanya finally broke and volunteered "Shall I... get him to call you back?" 

The strain of the conversation was already beginning to show in her voice. This was most certainly not fair, she reflected, in between the headache and her vague attempts at focussing on this conversation. On the one hand, she was conscious of trying to be on her boyfriend's mother's good side. On the other hand, this was cutting into some valuable and absolutely necessary Saturday morning sleeping time.

"Oh, oh no. It's fine." Mitchell's mother said, with an audible sniff, "I'll call back later. I'm sure the two of you have plenty planned for today, and I can wish him a happy birthday later on."

"Fine. fine. I'll tell him you called." Tanya replied, and hurriedly finished this odd little conversation so she could hang up and get back to nursing her hang over.

As she stumbled back to the bedroom, glass of water protectively clutched to her chest, part of Tanya's mind began to replay the conversation in her mind. There was something she'd missed. Something that she sensed was somehow important.

What had she said? That she'd call back later to wish him a happy birthday. 

Tanya stopped, mid-corridor, and her eyes opened wide.

Mitchell's mother would wish him a happy birthday... 

"Oh shit." Tanya said, quietly. It was Saturday, June 20th. It was Mitchell's birthday. 

*********

As Mitchell woke up to the world half an hour later, one year older than when he'd gone to bed, he woke to a vision of Tanya staring at him from the end of the bed. There was something oddly disconcerting about waking up like that, and Mitchell let rip with a startled snort of surprise.

"Hey sweetheart!" said Tanya, with an exaggerated enthusiasm that would have instantly triggered the suspicions of a more alert man.

"Umm... hey?" Mitchell said, rubbing his eyes, and peering at the clock.

"So... ahh... Happy birthday!" Tanya said, happily, a manic look in her eyes. "Haha! I bet you thought I'd forgot!" Tanya paused for a moment, before reluctantly adding "Again."

Remembering birthdays was not one of Tanya's strengths. A curvy ass and long legs were what her past boyfriends would remember her for, and most certainly not for her attention to small details like someone's birthday, or her ability to buy an appropriate present.

Mitchell raised a quizzical eyebrow. 

"You remembered?" he said, doubt evident in his tone.

"Of course sweetheart!" Tanya said, immediately, and attempted to sound insulted that her boyfriend would think she'd forget. Again. For the third time in a row.

"You... you got me a present?" Mitchell said, both eyebrows now raised in surprise. 

"Yes..." Tanya said, slowly and carefully. "Yes, ah... yes of course I did!" 

Jumping to her feet from where she'd been sitting at the foot of her bed, Tanya flung her arms open wide and grinned. 

"I'm your present, honey!" 

Mitchell regained full alertness in less than a fifth of a second at that announcement.

"Yes," Tanya said, business-like, "today I'm going to do anything you want. I'm going to cook for you, clean the house, bring you a beer while you watch sports... anything you want!" 

Mitchell just lay there for a few moments, and stared long and hard at Tanya. After about ten seconds of this, Tanya began to feel increasingly silly with her arms wide open and a grin plastered on her face. The facade was beginning to breakdown when Mitchell made his next move.

"Anything?' he said, carefully.

"Anything." Tanya promised, with a beguiling innocence. 

"Hmm..." Mitchell said. "Could we go shopping?"

Tanya blinked at that uncomprehendingly for a second or two. Mitchell was not one of life's natural shoppers, and to hear him _want_ to go shopping was a little on the unusual side.

"Sure?" Tanya said, more as a question as to why, than any statement of intent.

"Great." Mitchell said, in a slow and measured tone. The beginning of an idea for the best birthday ever was dancing at the front of his mind, and he had to pinch himself to ensure he wasn't still dreaming.

Of course Tanya had forgot, he thought. The old "I'm your present!" excuse had done the rounds ever since Ugg the Caveman had first forgotten to buy Mrs Ugg the rock she'd told him she'd wanted for their wedding anniversary, and poor old Ugg had desperately tried to avoid being fed to the sabre tooth tigers.

Third time in a row as well, Mitchell mused. Still, he thought, perhaps Tanya's latest transgression was just an opportunity for a little fun. And a lesson on the side.

Mitchell smiled broadly, the headache from last night's excesses temporarily subdued.

"I love you Tanya." he said happily, and his eyes twinkled at the visibly relieved look on his girlfriend's face.

"How about we leave in an hour for the mall? Hell..." Mitchell said, feeling generous, "I'll think I'll even get something for you while we're there!"

Tanya clapped her hands delightedly. She was too busy patting herself on the back at handling this latest failure of memory to notice that Mitchell had an unusually eager look on his face.

********

As Mitchell and Tanya strolled through the mall, the buffeting stream of shoppers carried them on towards one of the major department stores at the far end. 

Tanya was curious as to what Mitchell was looking for, but he'd been unnaturally quiet on the Mitcheller.

"So what are you after, Mitchell?" Tanya asked again, trying to sound like it was an off-hand, care-free remark.

Mitchell turned to her and smiled warmly. With a wink, he pointed ahead to where the entrance of a Macy's store had hovered into view.

"Oh, just one or two things, gorgeous." 

Letting go of Tanya's hand, he draped an arm over her shoulder.

"But before we get on to that, I thought - well, since you're my birthday present, that we should find the appropriate wrapping for you!"

Tanya looked up at Mitchell with a confused expression on her face. All around them, people disappeared into and out of shops, and a thousand conversations created a low constant murmur throughout the entire mall. All that Toni could focus on though was what Mitchell had just said. Or, perhaps more importantly, whatever the hell Mitchell was trying to say.

"Umm." was all Tanya could string together in response.

Mitchell gave her a playful squeeze on the shoulders, and gave her a mischievous look. 

"Well, you know, it _is_ my birthday. And I was hoping to, well, 'unwrap' my present later on."

Tanya rolled her eyes at that, but nevertheless also smirked at that suggestion. So, sexy lingerie it was then. Well, it was his birthday after all, and she could hardly claim to have come up with any better ideas herself.

Allowing herself to be guided ever onwards, she did nevertheless wonder why Mitchell had chosen Macy's of all places to go. They must have passed a Victoria Secret's somewhere along the way, and there would be a number of other shops that could serve a sexier range of outfits that Macy's. Still, best not to openly question a guy on his birthday, especially when he's probably only half-buying the idea that you actually remembered it in the first place.

Mitchell was in a very good mood as the two of them sauntered into the shop, and he made an immediate bee-line for the girl's clothing section.

"Hey, Mitchell." Tanya said, adding an edge of seduction to her voice. "The lingerie is over here." 

"Yes." Mitchell said, acknowledging the signage without letting it change his course. "Yes, it is. We're going somewhere slightly different."

Tanya stopped in her tracks and another look of confusion wrinkled her nose.

"What do you mean?" she said.

Mitchell stopped too and turned to face his red-headed girlfriend.

"Well," he said, "they say when you get older, you sometimes regress back to a second childhood." 

"Mitchell, you're, like, 24. You're not that old."

"25." Mitchell interjected, correcting her, and causing a slightly flush in Tanya's cheeks.

"Yeah, yeah, like I said. You're 25."

"True." Mitchell replied. "So the good news is that I won't be the one regressing." 

Tanya had no answer to that, or in fact any clue as to what Mitchell meant by his odd comment. Instead, she didn't resist as Mitchell took her hand again and pulled her gently towards a section of clothing clearly targeted at women younger than her own twenty three years. 

Tanya stood there in between racks of clothing for what looked like very young teenagers, acutely aware that her boyfriend was rifling though items probably ten years too young for her.

"Mitchell?" Tanya whispered, trying not to call too much attention to themselves in an otherwise busy store. Already, one or two older women - presumably shopping for daughters - were casting a few strange looks their way.

"Mitchell!" Tanya whispered again, more urgency in her voice now.

"Hmm?" Mitchell said, looking up briefly from where he was crouched down, inspecting a row of what looked like girl's panties.

"What exactly are you looking for?!" Tanya said, indicating with her body language that whatever it was, he better find it shortly so they could retreat to somewhere more appropriate.

"Oh, relax." Mitchell said. "What's everyone going to think? That I'm buying you some girly, cartoony panties and crop top for you to wear?" Mitchell smiled at that.

"Yeah. Yeah. Haha. Nobody would seriously think that I suppose!" Tanya laughed, nervously. However, there was something about Mitchell's eyes that were undermining her attempt to treat that as a joke.

Mitchell broke eye contact for a moment, and then seemed to be looking around for something else. He stood up, bringing an item with him that Tanya couldn't immediately see.

"Sweetheart." Mitchell said, "any idea where the changing rooms are around here?"

"W... Why?" Tanya said.

"Found your wrapping paper for my birthday present." Mitchell grinned. With a triumphant reveal, Mitchell displayed a pair of obscenely pink panties in front of Tanya's transfixed eyes.

It wasn't just the pinkness of the panties that shocked Tanya. She wasn't much of a pink person really, and while she liked to think she dressed fashionably, her tastes ran more towards simple and elegant. Pink didn't often fit into that equation.

But it wasn't just the pinkness. The panties - clearly designed for someone to whom high school was in their future rather than their past - proudly portrayed what Tanya could only guess was a My Little Pony. 

A couple of gaudy stars sparkled around the pony on the crotch, and Mitchell obligingly turned the panties around to reveal the awful truth. The phrase "Friendship is Magic!" was printed in a large, cartoonish font across the cheeks of the panties, and the frill on the panties was certainly not something you'd find in Tanya's drawers back home.

Tanya looked up at Mitchell, disbelievingly. "Are you serious?" she said.

Mitchell gave her a slightly hurt look. "It _is_ my birthday, babe!" 

Tanya pouted for a moment, and then gave up and snatched the panties off Mitchell. Even allowing for the fact that Mitchell had deliberately chosen a larger size, and even allowing for the general obesity problem sweeping the next generation, the "large" panties still looked like they'd be a very, very snug fit on Tanya's curvy backside. 

Still, she reasoned, if it's only Mitchell who'll see her in these, where could the harm be?

Cautiously, she took a couple of steps towards the changing rooms. She'd only moved a few meters when Mitchell suddenly called after her. Twirling around, Tanya was half expecting to see Mitchell break out into laughter at what was clearly a joke.

Mitchell wasn't laughing though. He was holding up another item. A crop top. Just as pink. Just as small. Just as embarrassing. 

"Don't want those sexy boobs of yours to feel neglected!" Mitchell said, with an evil glint. 

"Mitchell, this will barely fit over me!" Even allowing for the fact that Tanya's b-cup breasts weren't the largest to ever grace a woman's chest, she could already tell that this top would look ridiculously tight and stretched on her. As she turned it over in her hands, the unmistakable look of unicorns and rainbows glared up at her. 

She made a face at the indignity of having to wear this, but one look at Mitchell told her that this was what he really wanted. With a sigh, she gave up any thoughts of protesting, and marched on towards the changing rooms. Behind her, she could hear Mitchell's footsteps following.

********

"Come on out sweetheart!" Mitchell called, jovially. He leaned casually against the side of the wall nearest to the changing room door, and playfully tapped on the door. Behind the door, Tanya coughed nervously, and there was an edge of pleading in her tone when she finally replied.

"Mitchell, do I have to come out there in this?!" 

Mitchell smiled broadly, and an merciless look momentarily clouded his eyes. 

"Don't worry Tanya, there's no-one else around at the moment." Mitchell winked conspiratorially at an older gentleman who'd just walked into the changing rooms with a couple of dress shirts in his hands. At the sound of Tanya's pleading, the gentleman looked up with interest, and stood stock-still.

The changing room door remained steadfastly shut for a couple of more seconds, before the tiniest of creaks heralded a slow yet inevitable opening. The door edged open by a couple of inches, and a nervous face peeked around the corner. Tanya was clearly checking out the area outside, but unfortunately for her the angle didn't allow her to notice the older gentleman.

She opened the door a couple of more inches, and made eye contact with Mitchell. There was no mistaking the message in her eyes, just as there was no disputing the reply in his. The silent conversation went along the lines of: "this is embarrassing!", with the simple response of "this is my birthday!". 

Acknowledging the futility of fighting this any further, Tanya opened the door fully, and slinked out of the changing cubicle.

Mitchell stood back and applauded. Stripped of the clothing that she'd worn to the store, Tanya now only wore the pink My Little Pony panties and the crop top. The crop top itself exposed far too much of Tanya's stomach for her own liking. Her tall frame meant that the crop top only reached a couple of inches below the lowest edge of her breasts. 

Tanya was noticeably hunched over in embarrassment at her predicament, and she kept one hand tugging at the tightly stretched material, trying to pull the top down even half an inch more. Her other hand was strategically positioned in front of her crotch, covering most of the Pony but unable to block the sight of a sparkling rainbow that seemed to be erupting from the cartoonish beast.

Her eyes looked straight at Mitchell, and he could see that his lesson about forgetting to buy a proper present had begun to settle in. Still, the day is young, Mitchell thought to himself, and there was still a few more opportunities to reinforce this learning experience. 

With his girlfriend's face as red as her hair, he made the universal gesture for a twirl. He took one step to the side as he did, and guided Tanya more into the centre of the changing rooms. As he did, he positioned himself between Tanya and the cubicle where her other clothes and her handbag lay.

Eager to get this over with, Tanya quickly begun to spin. A few turns would do it, she reasoned, and then she could forget about this until tonight, when at least they'd be alone.

It was on her second twirl that Tanya realised that they weren't alone even now. With a startled cry, Tanya finally noticed the older gentleman, who responded by promptly dropping the clothes he'd been carrying. His jaw followed suit, and he stared open-mouthed at the beautiful figure of Tanya in her pink, girly attire. Tanya's hands flew over her body, seeking new places to cover while always leaving somewhere exposed. After a few shrieks, she finally unfroze from where she'd been standing, and dashed for the safety of the cubicle. 

A cubicle that had - while she'd been the object of this older man's gawking - mysteriously been closed. Mitchell had disappeared too, and while Tanya's mind raced with the full impact of her current predicament, she came to the horrified realisation that Mitchell had locked himself inside the cubicle. With her clothes. With her handbag, her phone, her house keys... with everything other than these humiliating clothes that he'd left her in.

Tanya banged on the door. "Let me in!" she pleaded. The world slowed down to a trickle, and she was painfully aware of the other man's constant appraisal of her.

Knocking on the cubicle door again, she called out to her boyfriend to let her back in. Unhelpfully, the only thing she could get out of Mitchell was a promise to come back out in a minute. A minute! As the seconds crawled by, that minute would seem like an hour.




Never Forget A Birthday



She knew the old man was still there without even turning to face him. She could feel his eyes wandering over her exposed skin. Worse still, she could also feel his gaze fall on the "Friendship is Magic!" that was her ass was now the billboard for.

"Oh God!" Tanya whispered. Summoning up some small amount of courage from the pit of her stomach, she turned to half face her unwanted companion. Unwilling to flash her pony at someone who was obviously two decades her senior, Tanya made a play for his sympathy.

"Excuse me sir, could I ask you to leave please?" She tried to force a smile on to her face, but her body language was almost doubled-over.

She got no reaction from him.

"Excuse me sir... my boyfriend is playing a bit of a prank on me... and I don't think he'd want you to see me kick his ass when he comes out, so... umm... perhaps you could... find somewhere else?"

The older man's breathing was quickening at the point, and a more-than-slightly-creepy grin was breaking across his face.

"You look really nice." he said. If he'd calculated his words to cause maximum embarrassment to Tanya, then the effect on her would have been beyond his wildest dreams. 

Tanya spun around so she was facing away from him. Throwing both hands on to her ass, so as to cover the words, she kicked at the cubicle door one more time. 

"Mitchell!" she pleaded. 

Finally, and even though only thirty seconds had passed, she gave up on trying to get to her clothes. Bolting for another cubicle, she reached the temporary sanctuary and slammed the door shut. Inside the small empty changing area, she was confronted by the sight of herself in a floor-to-ceiling mirror. That did nothing to improve Tanya's state of mind. Even though technically everything was covered, she could see the humiliation etched on her own face, and was painfully aware at just how absurd her adult body looked in such childish, cartoonish attire.

Tanya was a proud woman, and liked to consider that she was fairly mature. She'd outgrown all of this over ten years ago, and right now all she mentally picture was the mental image of an older, maybe forty year old man. A man who was salivating over seeing her in these tight, skimpy pink panties, and a crop top that was basically a glorified bra when forced over her twenty-something frame.

Damn it Mitchell!

She tried to calm herself down and consider her options, a survey that didn't last long at all, and merely resulted in more panic when she realised she had absolutely no options at all.

She could hear somebody outside fumble with something on the floor, undoubtedly the old man still. She realised bitterly that she'd actually been lucky that there had only been one other person there. The shop was busy, and there would be people coming and going from the changing rooms all the time.

Even in the privacy of the changing cubicle, she instinctively covered up with her arms, in as much as she could. As her mind danced from one scenario to the next, she finally heard another cubicle door open. The sound of footsteps echoed through the changing room, heading towards the exit before turning around and covering the distance to her own current refuge.

Mitchell knocked lightly on the door. 

"Hey beautiful!" Mitchell called out, cheerfully. "Come on out sweetheart, we've got more shopping to do!"

"Give me my other clothes back first." Tanya shot back. She half-opened the door and stuck a hand out, to receive the clothes that Mitchell had so rudely deprived her of.

After half a minute of waiting, she stuck her face out, with an accusing glare.

"Well," Mitchell did say, maintaining a reasonable tone, "you did say before that you'd do anything I want."

Tanya stomped a foot, and stuck her hand out again. Mitchell looked down at it, and then shrugged his shoulders in a semi-apologetic way.

"Sorry sweetheart, I gave your old clothes to that nice man who you gave a show too. Sort of like a memento to remember you by." he added, with audible amusement.

"?!" was all Tanya could manage at that. "Are you kidding me?" she finally added.

"Well, it's probably true that he'll remember you without needing the memento..." Mitchell conceded, "but I did hate to have to send him away empty-handed."

"So... so... what am I going to wear?!" Tanya said, the defiance knocked out of her, and the pleading returning back to her voice.

Mitchell initially offered polite silence in return, and gave Tanya a mildly confused expression.

Eventually, he broke the silence. "Well, Tanya... let's face it. We both know you forgot my birthday."

Tanya started to object, but then realised she had neither the facts nor the situation on her side. Grumbling, she conceded the point.

"So, you said you'd be my birthday present." Mitchell shrugged. "Fair enough, I'm happy to accept that."

Tanya looked up at Mitchell. "Yes, but I didn't mean..."

Mitchell held a hand up to stop Tanya in mid-sentence. 

"'But' nothing, I'm afraid." Mitchell said, firmly, "you're my present and I have selected the appropriate wrapping. I may choose to unwrap my present later on, but for the time being I'm happy with the presentation..."

Tanya's mind raced with the implications of what he might be suggesting. Surely not, she thought. Surely he wouldn't.

"So, as long as you're happy to keep up your promise, I'll leave my present wrapped," Mitchell paused, "for the time being." 

Mitchell winked at that, Tanya's defences crumbled.

"So... you're going to make me walk around in this?!" she whined, processing the full horror of what was playing out in front of her.

"Well, we've got to go pay for them first," Mitchell reminded her, "so follow me and we'll get my real present. Once we have that, I think I might be so kind as to relieve you of your ill-advised promise."

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Tanya twisted one way and another before eventually realising that she actually had no real way of escaping this. For any other sins she might be prone to commit, she was a woman to keep a promise, and on one level she was still feeling guilty about forgetting his birthday. Again.

Cautiously at first, and then with a final resignation to her fate, Tanya stepped out of the cubicle. In a daze, Mitchell took her hand one more time, and they walked calmly out of the changing rooms to the wider world outside. Well, Mitchell walked calmly. Tanya walked like she on hot coals, her one free hand flying from panties to crop top with the indecision of someone with too much to cover, and too little to cover it with.

Dragged out into the busy store beyond, there was no one angle to cover up to avoid exposure. Her hand danced around, sometimes protecting her exposed skin, before changing it's mind and trying to hide the humiliatingly childish clothing that was her own source of "modesty". 

Mitchell didn't slow down, and it wouldn't have helped Tanya if he did. Instead, he confidently walked up to a cashier, and proudly presented Tanya to a clearly shocked woman.

"I'd like to buy these please." Mitchell said, as if he was buying something as simple and mundane as a t-shirt. After the woman behind the counter made no move to do anything, Mitchell looked bemused at Tanya, and then thought to add "I mean the clothes. Not the woman of course. I apparently already own her today." 

Shaking herself out of a shocked stupor, the woman looked deep into Tanya's eyes. Tanya replied with a nervous laugh, and tried bravely to pass this off as normal. 

The expression on the assistant's face wasn't helping though.

"Miss. We... we don't normally have our customers wear the clothes out of the store." Left unsaid, but clearly evident in her reaction, was the fact the their adult customers don't normally buy these clothes either.

"Are you perhaps... looking for a larger size in... perhaps something more... grown-up?"

The assistant seemed to be trying to be polite and helpful, but every word she uttered drove the point of Tanya's embarrassment deeper into her soul.

"Can... can we just pay for these and go? Please?" Tanya said, quietly. She was aware she was attracting more and more attention with every moment that passed, and this scene at the cashier's desk was making an already self-conscious woman turn into a red-faced mess of humiliation.

Mitchell held the tags that were still on the clothes, and suggested that the assistant come around and scan them.

"Sorry sir..." the confused woman said, "the scanner won't reach that far."

Mitchell looked briefly at the cable that attached it to her computer, and had to concede the point. 

"Well Tanya, looks like you may need to lean over the counter."

Tanya's heart skipped a beat at that thought. She knew what that meant the second he'd said it. She'd be leaning over the counter, and her ass would be stuck up in the air. "Friendship is Magic" she thought, bitterly.

There was no option though. If they didn't pay, she'd have take the items off if they were to leave the store. That didn't even bare thinking about. Especially as Mitchell may think about baring her at any moment.

Steeling herself, and with a groan, Tanya leaned over the counter, and resigned herself to the fact that her ass was now on prominent display to everyone behind her. She heard a few whistles and laughs. She'd always been on show of course, but now she was sticking her ass up like an open invitation to be checked out.

Of course the assistant struggled to scan the barcode. Of course that meant to that the time she was leaned over the counter stretched out into an eternity of embarrassment. She gritted her teeth.

Finally the blessed sound of the scanner successfully reading the barcode chirped in her ear. 

Thank God! she thought.

"Ahh.. miss. I need to scan the panties now." The other woman's voice shook with uncertainty. This was clearly new territory for her too.

With clenched fists, Tanya spun herself around so she was now sitting on the desk. She then shimmied closer to the scanner with clear awkwardness, and was horrified to see that the old man from the changing rooms had been standing behind her the entire time she'd had her ass in the air.

"Friendship is Magic!" he said loudly, with a wild grin and perving eyes. 

Tanya shut her eyes tight. As the assistant tugged at the label, trying to get it closer to the scanner, Tanya tried futilely to pull the crop top down. Every time she tried to though, it bounced back up when she let go, and she was more than a little fearful that eventually it might bounce up and over her boobs. It was humiliating enough being in these stupid pink tween clothes, without adding "flashing" to the list.

Giving up on top, Tanya opened one eye. She was a little taken aback when she saw that the man - and the dozen or so other shoppers who were now her audience - was no longer looking at her exposed stomach or barely covered breasts. 

No, he and the others were were looking further down than that. With dread, they followed their gaze, and let out a yelp when she realised what had happened. When she'd sat on the counter, she'd steadfastly kept her legs closed. Some small measure of modesty that was still within her control.

However, somewhere between the shuffling towards the scanner, the assistant's tugging on the tag, and her own fixation with her top, her legs had parted. 

With her legs splayed out on the counter, and facing a full crowd of men and women, she belatedly realised she was showing everyone the Pony covering her pussy. 

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! Tanya thought, as her mind - unbidden - pictured what she must look like. A twenty something adult woman, with pink frilly panties and a stupid cartoon pony that were way too small and way too young for her. She felt like any sense of her own maturity was melting away, and she looked desperately at the assistant. 

"Come on, please!" she said.

With some measure of sympathy, the assistant tried her best to scan the tag, and was finally rewarded with a successful chirp.

Without needing to be told, Tanya hopped off the counter and dropped to her knees. 

"Sir." the assistant said, the sheer unrealness of the situation peppering her attempt at a professional tone with a far higher pitch than normal, "that will be $30."

Mitchell grinned. 

"Cheap at twice the price." he said, smoothly. Looking at his girlfriend, who was huddled on the ground with her arms wrapped around her legs, he handed over the money and then beckoned for Tanya to follow. With a jaunty whistle, he headed for the exit and the mall beyond.

********

The walk through the mall was excruciating for Tanya. Before today, she would have told anyone who'd asked that the mall she and Mitchell usually went to was a small and modest shopping centre. Now it seemed as large as one of the Great Lakes, and just as difficult to walk across. Every step seemed like a mile, and she was all too conscious of the fact that wherever she went, people stared and pointed. 

Mitchell seemed oblivious to this, and was happily chatting away about what he wanted to buy. Tanya hadn't heard a word he'd said. She was only vaguely aware of being steered towards a shop in the west wing of the mall. On the other hand, she was painfully aware that the small panties she was wearing were beginning to ride up into her ass with every movement she made. 

Caught between the predicament of wanting to spare her naked ass from being on display, while not wanting some stupid cartoon slogan to humiliate her further, Tanya instead just tried to focus on what was directly in front of her. 

She could feel her ears burning as she caught the occasional snigger, laugh, and shouted innuendo from nameless people around her. 

Eternity stretched out in front of her as Tanya felt herself become the focal point of discussion wherever she was led. Just as the panties were beginning to ride up, causing some painful bunching and exposing more and more skin around the edges, her wildly inappropriate top was also shifting around her chest.

Tanya lived in fear that the top would flash a boob at some point, or worse yet, that the stretched material would somehow give way. The stitching was cheap, and she could feel it strain. The designers clearly hadn't thought that their large size for a typical eleven year old would one day be asked to cover the breasts of a grown twenty-something woman.

Squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, she gripped tight on to Mitchell's hand. Trying to distract herself from the scene that she was creating, and the mental images she was leaving in the minds of whoever saw her, Tanya switched to trying to listen to her boyfriend.

Mitchell was apparently reaching the conclusion of some line of conversation that he'd merrily been continuing all by himself for the past five minutes.

"So," Mitchell finished, "I reckon that with the movie coming out next year, that now's the time to buy it before the price skyrockets any further!"

What the hell was he talking about? Tanya thought. Could the man not see how embarrassed she was, having to parade around in this stupid, tiny pink, girly outfit for the whole world to see? She was a grown woman for fuck's sake. How many grown women walk around a public space in pink My Little Pony panties several sizes too small, and a crop top that barely covers her boobs? None, that was the exact number of women who'd do that, Tanya chided herself. How was she going to live this down if they came across some of their friends? 

Not for the first time today, she swore at herself for forgetting Mitchell's birthday, and then making the dumb decision to promise her "compliance" as his gift. 

How could she have foreseen it would have led to this though, she thought, grinding her teeth as the wild thought that this may not be the worst of what today would offer.

Looking up, she noticed they were now making a direct line for a nearby shop, and her heart sank as she realised precisely what shop it was. The comic book shop. Oh Christ, Tanya thought, shaking slightly. 

She'd been in there before, dragged in by Mitchell after he'd admitted he still read comic books. Tanya remembered snorting derisively at that announcement, but had - in her mind - demonstrated great maturity by looking past such a childish hobby and still loving Mitchell for his other fine qualities.

Quite what those fine qualities were, Tanya could not currently be drawn on. 

Her impression of Mitchell's hobby hadn't improved on the one occasion she'd been in the store. The dank smell of sweaty men had not been a turn on, and she recalled feeling slightly superior to the shop's inhabitants. Of course, that was back when she was appropriately dressed. That was back when she wasn't dressed like some immature eleven year old.

Oh no, no, no! 

Tanya instinctively pulled back, and tried to silently encourage Mitchell to rethink. Her embarrassment was matched only by his determination though, and within moments she found herself crossing the threshold of the shop, and into a whole new world beyond.

Any conversation that might have been happening between the half a dozen shop regulars ceased immediately as Tanya hovered into view. The sharp light of the store, and the relatively open style of the shelves and aisles, meant there she was clearly visible from all angles of the relatively small shop.

The tall red head actually towered over most of the regulars at the best of times, and there was certainly no indication that they were looking at her face now. No, their eyes were firmly fixed further south, and Tanya gave a short whimper as she resumed her futile tugging at the material.

The noise of a large book hitting the floor announced the fact that the Store Manager was now solely fixated on Tanya.

"Ahh... Mitchell?" he stammered, instinctively pushing at the pair of glasses that hung awkwardly off his face. 

The rotund forty year old man wore a Superman shirt that was sharing the same struggles in covering his body as Tanya's top had in covering hers. The only difference was that his top was an extra large adult t-shirt, and had a hefty and hairy stomach to deal with. The shirt was tucked into a pair of dark black jeans, and a mop of poorly combed brown hair sat like a disgruntled ferret on his head.

Tanya resorted back to her old strategy of having one arm across her breasts, and one hand shoved down by the crotch of her panties. That this brought even more attention to her attire was the penalty for not wanting to have these guys to see what decorated her current outfit.

Of the five other people in the store, only one was a woman - a nondescript brunette in heavyset clothing that hid her figure. The Tanya of an hour ago would have recoiled from wearing what the other woman had on, but right now it seemed like the most beautiful and desirable creation of a world-class fashion designer. 

Tanya yearned to hide her own exposed body behind those wonderful layers of baggy pants and jumper, and she surprised herself with a clearly audible groan of longing.

The sound of her own uncontrolled reaction served only to embarrass her more, and her face was steadily turning a beetroot red.

Mitchell was already walking up to the front counter, where the manager stood slack jawed in his appraisal of Tanya. Scuttling after him, she heard Mitchell open up by asking immediately for some weird Batman collectable.

Distracted as he was by checking out Tanya's lame attempts at covering up, the manager initially didn't react to Mitchell's attempts at conversation. It took some clicking of fingers in front of his face, and several coughs from Mitchell, before he reluctantly dragged his attention of the beautiful, severely under-dressed redhead standing nervously in front of him.

"Wh... what is it..." he looked with unfocussed eyes at the man in front of him, a man whose name he should easily remembered, and yet struggled to think of who he actually was.




Never Forget A Birthday



"Mitchell." Mitchell supplied, helpfully.

The manager nodded silently, and then shook his head. "And... umm, what are you after?!"

Tanya tried to listen in on the conversation, if only as it meant she didn't have to deal with the fact that everyone in the store was just standing there are staring at her. Even the other woman was watching her, although Tanya could get a sense of resentment steaming off her. Was she the alpha female in this store - hell, the _only_ female in the store - and threatened by what she saw? Tanya would gladly swap with her in a heartbeat.

Mitchell was explaining again what he wanted, and the manager and just gathered his wits enough to quote a price back.

"$250!" Mitchell exclaimed. Even while dealing with her own acute sense of exposure, she detected a hint of disappointment in Mitchell's voice.

"Ahh... I can't afford $250." Mitchell said, ruefully. Silence reigned for a few moments longer. While Tanya dealt with everyone running their gaze over the skimpy pink clothing, and dawdling over her exposed legs and stomach, Mitchell only had eyes for a large Batman figurine posed in some kind of weird fight scene.

Mitchell looked longingly at what Tanya could only classify as a toy, and then back up at the store manager.

"Look." Mitchell said, Mitcheller-of-factly, "We don't have that kind of money." One last glance at the limited edition collectible that lay so close, and yet so far from his grasp, was all it took for Mitchell to make up his mind on what needed to happen next.

"However..." he said, slowly, with a side-ways look at a red-faced Tanya. "Perhaps we could, well, ahh, come to an arrangement?"

Mat looked meaningfully at the manager, and when the man's eyes swivelled back to his scantily-clad girlfriend, the beginnings of an agreement began to form in the silence.

Slowly catching on to the implication, Tanya became even more nervous.

"Umm.. guys... what... what are you talking about?!"

Mitchell leaned closer to the manager, and the two of them suddenly dived into a short, urgent, and whispered conversation.

Tanya tried to nervously smile at the others, and in particular the sensibly dressed other woman, who had withdrawn back slightly and was partly obscured by some shelves.

"Ahh, hi?" Tanya said, with a small hand wave that was careful not to move that hand too far from where she needed it to cover her most private of regions.

Several of the guys tried to stammer a greeting in response, and Tanya could see some of them were as nervous as she felt. Tanya almost felt good at that. As the realisation that they couldn't string words together with her standing there, she even had the faintest feeling of reassurance. 

That reassurance lasted all of ten seconds, before Mitchell suddenly turned around to face her again.

"Good news sweetheart. Tommy here is going to give us the figurine for only $25. An absolute bargain!" Mitchell seemed delighted with this change in fortunes. Behind him, Tommy the manager's face leaned around Mitchell and gave her a sickly grin.

After a couple of seconds of confusion, Tanya quietly said "Really? He's going to drop the price $225?!"

"Well," Mitchell conceded, "I can't take all the credit for this great bargain. You had a role to play as well!" 

Tanya grimaced at that. "So let me get this straight, because I've walked in here and absolutely fucking humiliated myself, and made myself look like a little girl for these... weirdos... they're going to give us a 90% discount?"

Mitchell looked wounded on behalf of his friend behind the counter.

"Certainly not, sweetheart!" Mitchell chided her, "Tommy here is a small business owner. Tommy can't afford to give us a 90% discount just because you make a decision to let me choose your wardrobe."

Treating Tommy to a friendly hand gesture, Mitchell continued with "That's hardly fair on him, is it!"

Tanya fell silent in confusion, and began to feel slightly bad for calling these people weirdos. As Tanya's shoulders drooped in resignation at her current situation, she quietly mumbled an apology for her insulting language.

"That's right. Tommy can't give a 90% discount just because a sexy woman comes in to his store in sexy clothing." Mitchell said, pausing for a few seconds before concluding on, "however, he _can_ give a 90% discount if a sexy woman comes into his store in sexy clothing, and he and his regulars can spank that sexy woman on her fine curvy ass five times each!"

Tanya simply stood there for a minute, her jaw dropping open, and her hands falling down to her side. For those sixty seconds, all thoughts of covering up was lost on her. For that unreal moment, Tanya's world began to spin around her.


"Spanking?" she whispered, plaintively.

"Spanking." he said, firmly.

*******

Two minutes later, a dazed Tanya found herself standing in front of Tommy, who was now sitting on a special chair set up in the middle of the store. Tanya's long legs meant she towered over Tommy, but that was soon to be rectified.

When one last pleading look at Mitchell failed to make any impact on her boyfriend, she squeezed her fists, gritted her teeth, and even stomped a foot on the ground. The tantrum-like reaction might have perfectly matched her costume, but Tanya knew that if she dragged this out further, she ran the real risk that more customers would come in. More customers meant more spanks. 

"Oh shit!" Tanya exclaimed, as she forced herself to bend over Tommy's lap. 

The others had positioned themselves so that the had a prime view of Tanya's backside, but Tommy had also "thoughtfully" placed a mirror in front of Tanya. She could see the others watching her bottom, and cringed as she felt further degradation at the thought of that stupid phrase plastered over her ass.

"She's got a great ass." Tommy said, appreciatively. Tanya was known for her curvy derriere, and the statuesque redhead grimaced as she prepared for the oncoming wave of spanks.

The first one landed without further warning, and Tanya yelped as her bottom reverberated from the impact. 

Applause and laughter broke out behind her, and as Tanya looked into the mirror, she could see the grins of the men, and the grim satisfaction of the other female. For a moment, the thought flitted through her mind that this other woman would have a crack at her exposed, helpless backside as well. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!

There wasn't too much time to reflect on that though, as Tommy's second and third spanks followed in quick succession.

Tanya yelled out in shock at the constant assault on her bottom, and the stinging intensified as the third spank hit while her cheeks were still recovering from the second.

The panties had bunched up again as she'd leaned over Tommy's lap, and the uncomfortableness of this was only accentuated further as the repetitive spanks thrust the material deeper between her ass cheeks.

"Oww!" Tanya yelled, as Tommy's fifth and final spank found it's target. Even without being able to see it, Tanya knew that her bottom was now a patchwork of red marks covered by a pair of pink panties jammed deep in her crack.

She couldn't avoid looking into the mirror, and was horrified to see the other men just staring there, with a look of absolute lust on their faces. Their turn was coming up shortly. 

As Tanya stumbled back to her feet, she tried to pull the panties out into some semblance of shape. Doing so merely drove home to her how sore her ass now was, and that was only after five spanks. She had another twenty five to survive. 

Looking at the men, her eyes begged for mercy. Sadly, none was forthcoming, and in fact she realised with a start that the nondescript brunette had confidently stepped forward and was now taking her place on the chair.

Tanya couldn't decide whether being spanked by a man or a woman was more embarrassing, but with a reluctant sniff, she stiffly resumed her unfortunate position.

As she leaned down, the woman darted in and whispered into Tanya's ear. 

"Don't come back into this store dressed like this, slut. This is my place, and I don't need these guys comparing me to you!" There was real venom in her voice, and Tanya was about to protest her innocence when the woman unleashed her first spank.

Tanya groaned in pain. The other woman was strong than she looked. She also wasn't in the mood to let Tanya's poor ass recover between spanks. Four consecutive spanks reigned down on her, each more powerful and vengeful than the last.

Tanya's senses screamed out as the open palm landed again and again on exactly the same spot. Tanya tried to grit her teeth and keep quiet, so as not to give the brunette any satisfaction, but as she spotted the guys in the mirror pant in open awe of what they were seeing, Tanya couldn't help let a groan out.

She lost track of time for a short while, but the fourth spank wasn't immediately followed by her fifth and final, as Tanya had half-expected. Gasping, and catching her breath, Tanya looked up again and saw her audience was also surprised. After a few moments, and as the tenderness of her backside fired away in her mind, the brunette slowly began to talk.

"Hey guys. The red head here seems to believe 'Friendship is Magic'. But I don't really think that applies in her case. She called us weirdos..." 

"I'm sorry!" Tanya interjected, helplessly.

"She called us weirdos!" the brunette continued, firmly, "so I don't think she deserves to have this on her ass!"

With that, she suddenly grabbed the panties, and yanked them Tanya's long legs.

"No!" Tanya shouted. With her ass now completely exposed, the brunette roughly parted Tanya's legs so that the guys behind her had a perfect view of her pussy. More shame than Tanya thought was possible instantly welled up in her eyes.

Glimpsing Mitchell in the mirror, Tanya could tell even her boyfriend was slightly taken about by this turn in events.

Without any other commentary, the brunette took one more look at Tanya's naked ass, raised her hand up high, and brought it down in an arc with all the force she could muster. Straight on to Tanya's slightly upturned pussy. The sound of skin hitting skin reverberated around the store, and even the men who'd been enjoying this show winced slightly at the sound.

********

The brunette had let Tanya stand up and fumbling retrieve her panties from around her knees, before silently rejoining the crowd with a look of total satisfaction on her face. She'd left Tanya with an extraordinarily red bottom, and looking down the barrel of twenty more spanks from four men who probably rarely - if ever - got to touch a woman.

The next few minutes had felt like hours. Each of the four men took their turn at carefully placing Tanya over their knee, and selecting their target on her pleasingly large bottom. Her curvy derriere offered a wealth of landing spots, and each one of them was explored as the men thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

Between the sweaty smell of the guys and their nervous laughter at being this close to a beautiful woman, degradation swam in the forefront of Tanya's mind. 

She groaned, grunted, and gasped through spank after spank, thwack and thwack, and humiliation after humiliation.

And yet it ended with such suddenness that Tanya was still dazed for several minutes before she realised she'd made it through at the hands of her six tormentors.

As the spanks still rang in her ears, and her hypersensitive ass cheeks felt phantoms blows that were no longer being delivered, Tanya struggled to her feet one last time. 

The last man resumed his placed in the crowd, and Mitchell stepped forward.

Tanya panted from the exertion and for a split second feared that Mitchell was going to indicate she should get over his knee for one final crowning embarrassment. 

Thankfully though, he just took her hands and smiled. 

With a wink, he gave her a cheeky kiss, and simply said "Thanks for the great birthday present, sweetheart!"

Tanya was lost for words.

********

The transaction seemed to go smoothly between Tommy and Mitchell after that. Not that Tanya was particularly concerned about the fucking Batman figurine that her boyfriend was so taken by. She had enough to worry about with the searing memories of her abject debasement, and the fact that she doubted she'd be able to sit down any time in the immediate future.

She was only hearing snippets of the conversation going on next to her.

"This is going to look great in my collection!" Mitchell was raving, while Tommy had a deeply satisfied look on his face as well.

"Don't mention it Mitchell. If this hasn't made my regulars loyal for life, nothing will!" Tommy replied, excitedly.

As Mitchell admired the boxed collectible that was now his prized possession, Tommy then thought to add.

"Besides, what with the CCV footage, I could sell that and make a mint! Hell, I should be paying *you*."

Mitchell laughed distractedly at that, too busy engrossed in inspecting his latest acquisition. However, gradually his mind focussed on what Tommy had said. At the same time, Tanya's mind began to sound alarm bells too. Together, with perfect timing, they both slowly looked up at Tommy. In unison they said.

"CCV footage?!" 

Mitchell and Tanya looked at each other, and Tanya could see this was not something Mitchell has genuinely considered.

In less than second, Tanya went from worrying about being embarrassed by the attentions of six others, to panicking about being embarrassed by the attentions of millions of others.

"Hey. Hey." Tanya said, with an entirely feeble attempt at a light-hearted laughter. "Surely we don't have to bring CCV footage in this?!" 

Thinking wildly, and too afraid to consider the consequences of Tommy and his regulars have permanent access to a video of her exhibitionism, she even threw in with "Hey, you know, I'm sure we could stump up some extra cash if you could see your way to wiping that video!"

Tanya tried to give Tommy a friendly smile through the humiliation and aching.

Tommy looked uncertain for the moment, and then looked at his regulars for guidance. 

"Well," he said cautiously and carefully, "I could get a fair bit for this video, and you were just saying before that you couldn't afford even $250 for the figurine."

There was a pregnant pause where the tension in the room was ratcheted up several notches.

'However," Tommy finally said, "perhaps we could come to... another arrangement?"

*********

Tanya stared sternly at Tommy, after the manager had finished explaining what he'd like in lieu of any cash payment for the video.

"I'm not jerking one of you assholes off." Tanya said flatly. Her expression brooked no argument - there were some lines she simply wasn't going to cross today.

"No, no, no!" Tommy said quickly, "You misunderstand!"

Tanya raised an eyebrow, and indicated with a shrug of her shoulders for the man to continue. She was acutely aware that she'd been lucky so far that no-one else had thought to come into the store during the long, drawn out twenty minutes that she'd just suffered through. Her luck was due to run out soon, and impatience and anger were now competing for attention in her mind.

"No. We wouldn't ask you to give us a hand job!" Tommy said, with a low and unappealing whine to his voice. "We are gentleman after all!"

Tanya snorted at that, but otherwise kept silent.

"No." Tommy continued. "What we want..." 

He stopped, and looked at several of the others for support in going on. They silently nodded their approval of what they knew he was about to say. In the sharp, unforgiving light from the store's ceiling, the manager had a creepy and leery look in his eyes.

"We want you to masturbate in front of us."

Tanya coughed disbelievingly.

"You what?!" she finally managed.

"We want you to masturbate in front of us!" Tommy repeated. He tried to pull himself up to his full height, but given he was relatively short, he barely came up to the shoulders of Tanya's, and looked like a hobbit in comparison to Mitchell.

Not for the first time today, Tanya's vision began to swim, and the world seemed unstable around her.

Given everything she'd been through so far though, given the merciless spanks she'd been subjected too, and given that still waiting for her was a degrading walk back to the car in this mortifying outfit, Tanya's defences were shot to pieces.

Slowly, and with a distant - almost detached - look in her eyes, Tanya walked back to the chair. Slowly lowering herself down, and wincing visibly as her sensitive bottom hit the unforgiving metal of the fold away chair, Tanya leaned back and sighed deeply.

One hand moved down her front, almost subconsciously, and edged between the frilly pink material of the My Little Ponies panties, and the small tufts of pubic hair surrounding her pussy.

Two fingers began to probe her sensitive crotch, and she looked up in mute resignation as the men in the store formed a half-circle around her chair.

With her red-hair falling haphazardly over her shoulders, Tanya began to press deeper into her pussy, and then began to rub methodically away.

Trying to shut out the audience around her, Tanya channeled her thoughts into the kind of delicious revenge she inflict on Mitchell for all of this. Her imagination was firing on all cylinders as she mentally pictured him on all fours naked, bound and humiliated in front of her. 

No! she thought. Naked, bound and humiliated in front of her, _and_ all her girlfriends!

She began to rub harder, and her other hand began to move up and play with her crop top. Roughly pushing up the material, she tweaked her left nipple, and a low gasp began to escape her lips. Lost in her own private world, she imagined herself alone on some private, secluded beach, bringing herself ever closer to climax.

She was almost getting into the full swing of things, when she made the cardinal mistake of opening her eyes. Instantly she was brought back to the real world.

She wasn't on some private, secluded beach. She was straddling a chair, one hand down a pair of little girl's panties, another hand exposing and groping her breasts, while a bunch of comic book nerds looked on in amazement. 

Another groan erupted from Tanya's lips, and the feeling of bliss she'd momentarily held on to was stripped rudely from her grasp. In it's place, the sense that she was here, debasing herself for these men, letting them see her in her most vulnerable state, flooded back.

Still, she couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop.

As she threw her head around, she could see that at least three of her audience were now noticeable playing with their own bulges. Tanya tried to look away, but her audience surrounded her, and wherever she looked she could see her embarrassment reflected in their eyes.

Worse was to come when she saw the brunette. The look of utter contempt that Tanya was treated too cut right through her.

"Oh fuck!" she groaned, as her fingers pushed deeper and deeper into her now wet pussy. Hitting her g-spot, she rubbed, stroked and teased her hyper-sensitive crotch, unable to stop from climaxing in front of a crowd of strangers.

"This is so humiliating!" Tanya gasped, as she reached the edge of a climax, and squeezed her right nipple hard. The pain from her breast temporarily brought her back, but it was only a temporary delay. 

Furiously fingering herself, and with her top practically over her head now - blocking her vision but completely exposing her tits - Tanya could no longer resist her animalistic urges.

With a high-pitched cry, and with her juices squirting out, partly creating a damp spot on the chair, Tanya came to a thunderous climax. Even with her pink unicorn and rainbow crop top stopping her from seeing her audience, she knew exactly what she must look like. Half naked, and wearing a pair of girl's panties that were now completely soaked with her own juices, Tanya collapsed back in the chair. 




Never Forget Anna



Anna lay back on the sofa and slowly undid the top button of her corduroy jeans. She let one leg casually drop to the floor and undid another and then another button. Looking up at me she slid her hand into her jeans and began to fondle her moist pussy.

Her quiet whimpering and heavy breathing became more intense and she arched her head back as a wave of self induced pleasure hit her. After a few moments more she withdrew her hand which was glistening under the morning light coming through the window.

Beside the table was a jar of Honey which she had put on her toast earlier. I unscrewed the lid and placed one finger in it coming out with a dollop of honey on my finger. I brought it over to her mouth and she greedily lapped at it, sucking the finger until all the sweet substance was gone.

With the wet finger I slid down the middle of her blouse and underneath her jeans where her own hands had been moments earlier. She had nothing protecting her wet snatch save the Jeans and my finger instinctively found the top of her clit. Touching her love spot almost made her come on the spot, but I withdrew my finger and took the jeans off her shapely legs.

I took more honey on my finger and slowly let it drip into the pubic hair and pussy. I lowered my head downwards and began to lick her pussy in long strokes, making sure to get as much of the honey as possible down into her crack. After a while I began to delve as deep as possible into her slit with my tongue.

I could taste her juices and mixed with the honey they were sensational. I nibbled at her clit gently, causing her to lash her head around and set her flowing black mane in motion. She pulled her legs up to her chest and then slowly spread them wide. The years of gymnastics had obviously left her supremely supple.

I continued the long strokes with my tongue from the base of her pussy to her black pubic hair. As my strokes quickened so her bucking continued until finally she let out a loud lingering moan and rose on her feet, arching her back and closing her eyes.

As soon as she had come she immediately began to apologise, claiming it had been so long since she last had it. I asked her how long, interested to know how a woman as beautiful as her could not have any man she wanted. "It's been about two months now. My boyfriend is having difficulties at work and isn't up to it when he gets home." I knew the type. All ambition and career. If only he knew what he was missing out on.

I held her head in my hands and said that there was no need to apologise. I brought her lips up to meet mine and we kissed passionately, her getting a faint taste of honey and her own juices from my tongue. I asked her casually if her boyfriend had ever gone down on her before. She claimed he had once, but thought it too degrading. Not degrading enough however for her to go down on him whenever he wanted it.

"So how good would you rate your blow job?" I asked. "Well I have had a lot of practice, haven't I." her coyness was gone now, she surrendered to the moment and slowly began to peel off my shirt, one button at a time. When she was finished unbuttoning it she turned her attention to her own white blouse and began unbuttoning that too. She opened it wide, exposing the richness of her dark flesh and her beautifully shaped breasts. It was one of the first things I noticed when I walked into the house, she was not wearing a bra under her blouse.

I reached out and touched one of her nipples, feeling its hardness and noticing her arousal. She pushed my hand away gracefully and embraced me, rubbing her tits against my chest and stroking the growing mound in my trousers. I could feel her hard nipples pressed against my chest and I knew she had been true when she said she hadn't been getting it for a couple of months.

Se peeled my shirt off then lay me back on the couch. She began to play with my cock through the material of my black track suit bottoms stroking and caressing it until she dipped her hand in and pulled it clear of my bottoms and my boxer shorts. She began to play with the tip, bringing it into her mouth and circling it with her tongue. She licked under the helmet and then slowly slid the full eight inches into her mouth before withdrawing it.

It wasn't the first time that I had had deep throat, but it took a rare woman indeed to go right down on a man with a cock as wide as mine. Time and time again she went down on me and soon she had me on the edge of coming. She knew it too. She lifted herself up and began vigouroisly pumping my cock with her hand, only inches away from her tanned chest.

I knew what she wanted and duly obliged, exploding onto her breasts with a loud grunt. With one hand softly stroking my cock she used the other to rub the hot cum into her breast pinching her nipples in turn. She brought her tongue down and began to 'clean' my cock of the remaining cum. I lay back and asked her what to do next.

"My husband is due back from work in a half an hour and I don't want to rush sex with this lovely dick" She rubbed my cock again for added emphasis. "Will you be able to come back later, he's spending the night in Dublin on business. He's leaving about eight." "I'll be here at nine." It gave me enough time to prepare some special goodies and her enough time to build up into an expectant frenzy.

At about ten past nine I rang the doorbell and waited for her to answer. She must have spent the time hanging on the doorbell because she answered almost straight away. She came to the door in a grey jacket and skirt. She looked very business like and quickly explained why. In order to stop her husband's curiosity she had said that she would be in a meeting all evening and that she would be uncontactable.

Clever thinking, she was more than just a pretty face. I stepped inside and took a look at her long slender legs as she led me down the hall. The business skirt stopped a good three inches above her knee. The jacket was tailored inwards at the middle, making the most of her thin waist.

"This is kind of awkward. Where do you want to go?" she bit her bottom lip in a sexy way after she asked the question. "Do you normally make love in the bedroom?" She nodded her head in response. "Then lets pick the Kitchen." She seemed a little perturbed at my suggestion, but she led me into the kitchen anyway.

It was a big kitchen, bedecked with tiles and all the modern utensils. Anna turned round to me and asked if I wanted a coffee. "No you're refreshment enough" With that I grabbed her tightly and kissed her passionately, letting my tongue do more than just talk.

She responded by pushing her body even closer to mine. That was when I knew it was time for action. I hooked my hands under her bottom and lifted her up onto the table. I pushed the jacket off her shoulders and left it to one side. I then pushed her back on the table and slid my hands down to her waist. Her grey skirt had a zip on the side and so I zipped it down and pulled it over her shapely legs.

I got a pleasant surprise when I saw the suspenders on her legs, complete with a pair of skimpy black lace briefs. I brushed my hands gently along her legs and up to her hips. She had a black woolen poloneck jumper on under the jacket and I slid my hands underneath it and up to her armpits. I could not feel any bra straps and was very pleased when she removed the jumper to reveal those lovely firm bra-less breasts again.

I whipped my tongue over her hardening nipples and heard a few long moans emanating from her mouth. I dragged my tongue down her stomach and when I got as far as her briefs I tugged them to one side to give me a good look at her crack. She was even wetter than she had been that morning and her ultra sensitive clit immediately responded to my aggressive licking.

She locked her legs around my head, willing me on to bring her to orgasm. She wasn't long in finding a rhythm, arching her back and spreading her arms on the table for support as she thrust her hips at my mouth. She had been more out of control than earlier in the day and I loved it.

She was on a high, but I wasn't going to let her come yet. I pulled my head away and stood upright. I removed her damp panties which I had pushed to one side. I smiled at her and said "I've got a surprise for you." With that I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small slender vibrator with a multi-speed action.

If there is one thing I love more than coming it is slowly watching a woman come, and knowing that I'm the one doing it to her. Anna was in no position to argue and her eyes opened wide with wonder when I switched the vibro on its lowest speed.

She twitched her groin up and down, trying to get as much of the vibro touching her as possible. I pushed at her cunt walls, made wet by my tongue and her own natural juices, they divided tenderly under the rod's pressure. I had slid barely two inches of the six inch vibro into her before she began moaning as before. This time her ecstatic growls came from deep inside her very body.

I rapidly increased the speed of the vibrations and began withdrawing the three inches of the machine which was already inside her. I pumped her with those same three inches, nudging her closer and closer to climax I began twisting the love toy inside of her, watching as she lifted her buttocks off the table in response.

I felt the power I had over her at that moment and it aroused me so much that I was almost on the verge of coming myself, without even being touched! I withdrew the vibrator from her well lubricated pussy and immediately pushed it against her clit. Running the vibro, full length, along her love spot was more than this diva could handle and she exploded inside, shivering in sheer orgasmic elation. Her cunt began contracting in rhythm, forcing her love juices out and closing up the hole which had moments earlier, been filled with my machine.

She sexily bit down on her bottom lip as the last ripples of pleasure from her climax shook her body. Anna was obviously unused to this attention and jumped slightly when I bent my head down to lick her soaking pussy. Her cunt was glistening invitingly, and so I stroked my tongue along its engorged length, feeling her hips continue to buck under this stunning stimulation.

Now was the right time for Anna to take control, as she instinctively knew. She raised herself up off the table, pulling my mouth away from her feast to experience the delights of her mouth. She kissed me full on the lips. With one hand on the back of my neck she slid the other down my chest to my bulging mound, stroking and groping it through my jeans.

She stood down from the table and knelt down to undo my button fly. She put her hand in and pulled my meaty gristle clear. She pulled back my foreskin and began licking the top of my knob. There was nothing more she done than that. She held my shaft at its base with one hand, and licked the whole of my helmet. In my highly aroused state that would have been good enough to do it, but Anna had other ideas.

Grabbing my cock firmly with her right hand she led me, tool first, into the bedroom. "I told you I didn't want to rush a screw from this monster" She emphasised the monster bit with a quick flick of her right hand, which still had a firm grip of my dick. "I was only warming up earlier. Now I really want a fuck."

She pulled my jeans and boxers to my ankled and hustled me over to the bed. I removed my t-shirt and she took off everything but her suspenders. She was looking sexier than ever, and I wanted to fuck her more now than when we first met. There was no stopping us.

I stood up and embraced her, pulling her slowly towards the bed. I swung her round and pinned her shoulders to the bed, all the time kissing her neck and luscious lips. I grabbed hold of my stiff member and began teasing her by rubbing the tip up and down her pussy lips. She whispered "Do it" before closing her eyes. I entered her in one long stroke, feeling the pressure of her pussy walls as they enveloped my cock.

Our earlier activities had left her comfortably lubricated and her width matched mine to orgasmic perfection. I started with a slow pace, filling her to the hilt and grinding her rear into the mattress. She still had her eyes closed, her arms were stretched backwards, towards the bedrails. Her breathing was synchronised with my strokes and a small bead of perspiration had emerged on her magnificent orbs.

I quickened the rhythm slowly, building up to a frenetic pace only when I had turned her around, onto all fours, and entered her from behind. Her face was burried in the pillows, which was just as well. Her screams as my pace quickened were become ever more vocal. My biggest fear, indeed, was that the neighbours would find the screams just a little too distracting and stop us in mid stride to tell ust to keep the noise down.

It concerned me little once I felt my own climax building up. I was poumping in and out of Anna like a jackhammer, removing almost my full eight inches before pushing it deep into her again. I was starting to feel the tell tale signs of coming. Anna must have known that too. She urged me to bring her to orgasm before I was spent.

I held back for as long as I could, and just before I came she let out one long moan after another, gasping the words "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming" over and over again. When her cunt muscles began to spasm during her own climax I was ready to let go. I gave one final shove deep into her pussy and pumped my load, every drop of it, into her womb.

Exhausted and spent I lay down at her side, recounting my thoughts and gazing admirably at this beauty at my side. At first she said nothing, panting heavily after our intercourse. This soon subsided and she turned to face me. She looked longingly into my eyes and I knew that the two of us could never love like that again.

I left early the folowing morning, soon after we had another session in the shower. She left me with that final reminder of her deep throat method, which had left me stunned the previous morning. In barely twenty four hours I had given pleasure to one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, and received untold pleasure in return. Even now I still think about her. Even now after moving on to new towns, new neighbourhoods, and new pleasure seekers.



Never Forget Pt. 01



Thanks so much to Silentbystander who edited this story. You're amazing!

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Chapter 1

April 2001

Cody Willington was riding his bike to his father's dealership thinking how in the world he ended up working on a perfectly good Saturday, instead of hanging with his friends. Oh yeah, he thought, I promised my dad that I'd let him teach me what hard work felt like. That was his second mistake. His first mistake was asking his dad for money.

"Cody, you need to learn the value of a dollar," his dad had said to him. Cody knew it was pointless, but he'd argued anyway.

"But I do know the value of it. I just don't have any. I just want to go see a movie. Can I just get a little advance on my allowance? You know mom won't let me get a job in less it's during the summer," Cody begged. His mother thought that it would affect his grades if he had too much on his plate. It wasn't like the track team, debate and glee club weren't enough on his plate.

"Well, I talked to her and we both agree that it's okay for you to work a few hours after school on certain days. You don't do anything on Tuesdays after school and you can work a few hours on Thursdays as well," his dad said shifting in his leather chair.

"Ok, that's great. I'd love to work. I'll start looking for a job. Bennie's is looking for a busboy any way. This is even better. Instead of just giving me the money you can loan it to me, and I'll pay you back when I get my first pay check," Cody said with a huge grin.

"Cody, you're not going to need to find a job. I have a job for you already. You'll be working in the garage," his father said picking his pen back up and getting back to work.

Cody just looked at him for a minute, trying to figure out if his dad was teasing or if he was serious. It was more than definitely the latter because his father never lied and rarely, if ever, teased. He said nothing if he didn't mean it.

"What?" Cody asked. Cody was not opposed to hard work, but him and cars just didn't mix. Did his father know how hard it took to get that oil smell off your hands? Ok, Cody wasn't into stereotypes, so just because he was gay didn't mean that he didn't roll around in dirt, play sports, or act just like a "guy" was supposed to act. And, he didn't feel that the work was above him just because his father owned the dealership and garage. He was going to be a busboy for gosh sakes. But he didn't know a damn thing about cars and didn't really have the urge to learn.

"It's the perfect place to work. The guys already know who you are and it's a great to learn about that car that you want so bad. Mac knows all about all kinds of cars. If you work there for those two days a week, then by April that custom 1980s Camaro that you love so much that sits behind the garage, that'll be yours."

And that's how his dad had got him. With the promise of that damn car; the car that Cody had eyed for months. One day a guy had dropped off the beat up Camaro off at the dealership and walked away from it. His dad had had it fixed up in no time, with a new custom paint job and a new motor. The car drove like a dream now. Cody wanted that car so bad he could taste it. Which is why on perfectly good Saturday in April, he was walking into his dad's garage.

He got off his mountain bike and leaned it on the side of the brick building. He took a deep breath and walked around the front where the doors on the garage were open and stood just watching for a minute. There were men in overalls walking around with clip boards, under cars, bent over engines. The noises of metal against metal, engines revving, a radio playing rock, and men yelling to be heard over the noise, seemed so damn frightening. He'd been in here lots of times with his dad. So why did it feel so daunting now?

I can do this, he thought. He puffed out his scrawny chest and stepped forward, but instead of the graceful manly entrance he was expecting, he tripped over his shoe lace; and he wasn't going to just trip, he was heading for a full on face plant. To save face, literally, he reached out and grabbed onto something to keep himself from falling. It just so happened that it was the wall were the button to the hydraulic lift was, which just so happened to have a car on it at the time and a guy under it as well. 

"Shit!" someone yelled and raced towards the switch. Right before it crashed on the guy that was walking under it at the time, it stopped.

"Damn it kid, you gotta watch where you're going. What the hell are ya doing in here anyway?" a deep male voice with a slight east coast accent boomed.

Cody looked up into the darkest bluest midnight eyes he'd ever seen. They were also the most pissed off eyes he'd ever seen. The god that had to be over six feet that was standing over him was by far the sexiest man he'd ever seen...ever. His skin was naturally tan, as if he had Mediterranean decent, with long black hair that was tied at the nape of his neck. He had broad shoulders that tapered down to narrow hips which lead to what Cody was sure were muscular legs, even though they were covered in overalls that were just zipped to the waist. His face was angular and his nose was slightly crooked, probably from having it broken before. And the tight black shirt that he was wearing showcased a beautifully muscled chest. What Cody wouldn't do to run his hands down over those strong biceps that the shirt hugged so snugly?

"I'm Cody," he said kind of breathlessly before he cleared his throat. "I'm here to see Mac. My dad sent me to work here."

"Wait, you're Cody?" the guy asked. His voice was a deep timbre that rolled through Cody like water. If he wasn't more careful, he'd show the guy just which team he was batting for.

"Yeah," Cody responded biting his lip. When he was nervous he chewed on his bottom lip, and this man was definitely making him nervous. "Is Mac here?"

"You're looking at him," the guy drawled. Cody stared for a moment.

"You?" he half yelled. "What how old are you twenty?" Cody had this really bad habit of speaking before he thought. If he was thinking instead of trying to figure out how soft the guy's lips were, he'd have definitely censored his words. Or not fucking said them at all, he thought wryly.

"Look ya little shit; I'm doing this for the boss 'cause he said that you needed a job and that you would work hard. I don't need you and ya mightier-than-though attitude in my garage. Ya don't like me, that's fine 'cause I couldn't give two shits, but you will respect me and listen because if you fuck up in here, you could kill someone." And with that he walked into the office and slammed the door.

Cody didn't know what to do. His first day of work and he'd already insulted his boss. How was he supposed to know that Mac wouldn't be some old guy with a beer belly and graying hair, but a chiseled twenty year old? Yeah, so much for not buying into stereotypes.

He knew Mac was really pissed, but he didn't want to stand in the middle of the garage where the rest of the workers were staring at him, so he walked to the office and knocked.

"What, damn it?" Mac snapped. Cody pushed the door open and walked in.

"I'm sorry about what I said out there. I'm not a stuck up prick, I promise. I was just expecting someone older with more weight. I wasn't trying to say that you wouldn't know anything about cars. My dad rants about you all the time. It's Mac this and Mac that. Mac knows so much about foreign cars and Mac knows how to make an entire car from scratch." Rambling was another one of his bad habits. "I really am sorry. If you just—."

"If I say I'll forgive you will you please shut up?" Mac asked rubbing his forehead. When Cody didn't respond Mac continued.

"Look kid, I don't have any problem with letting you help out and teaching you 'bout that Camaro, but ya gotta learn to talk less and listen. I can't have another mistake like that out there. Shit like that is dangerous, ya understand?" Mac said leaning back in the wooden roller chair. 

"Yeah Mac, I understand. It won't happen again. So what do you want me to do?"

"Well, since ya don't know shit about cars, I'm gonna have ya cleaning up. Sweeping and washing the tools. You can assist when you're needed. Hand the mechanics stuff when they ask. Try to stay out of their way. You're my problem not theirs. How old are you kid?" Mac asked him.

"I'm eighteen. That's why I'm working for the car. I—," but Cody stopped himself before he kept going. If Mac wanted him quiet, then he'd be quiet.

Mac arched a very sexy eyebrow at his abrupt silence. Cody shrugged and smiled.

"I'm trying," he said before he stood up and walked to the door. He stopped with his hand on the door knob and turned around. "Are there some overalls I can wear?" 

"If there are they'll be in the closet outside this door. Hey," Mac said as Cody turned to go. "I'm twenty- four." Then he gave the sexiest half smile Cody had ever seen. Cody felt his heart stuttered in his chest and his stomach fluttered. If that half smile did that to his eyes, Cody wondered what a full blown smile would do.

~*~

By April Cody was content. He spent Mondays and Wednesdays in glee club. Tuesdays and Thursdays at the garage, and Fridays with Mac learning how to fix the Camaro. Spending so much time with Mac was probably not good for his crush, but damn if he didn't want to stop. The first couple of months had been strained and pretty boring, but slowly Mac started opening up to Cody. They laughed and joked around. Mac would even take Cody along to get parts and had stopped sighing when he walked in the room after the first week.

Mac was a very quiet guy buy had a dry humor that made you laugh. The only thing that Mac didn't talk about was his family. Every time Cody would bring it up, the light in Mac's eyes would shut down and he would get evasive. Cody hated seeing that, so after broaching the subject twice, he never brought it up again.

Cody knew, just knew in his heart that Mac was attracted to him. He'd seen him looking one day when Cody was changing form his track outfit to his overalls. Mac had walked in when he was stepping into the overalls.

"Damn kid, ya got and an ass like a girl," he'd chuckled. Cody had blushed and hurried up and pulled up his pants.

But he had so many deterrents from getting Mac to look at him, really look. First, he was seven years younger and though in theory it's not that much older, it is when one of the parties is twenty-four and the other is a pimply little eighteen year old. He was also thought maybe it was his looks. He was only five foot eight and extremely skinny and scrawny. He also had this wild curly hair that didn't want to do anything; on top of his baby face. He was definitely not sexy, cute maybe adorable even, but not sexy.

He would put a stop to that today though. He would show Mac just how sexy he could be. The Friday after his birthday, he jumped in his Camaro, which he was in love with, and drove over to the garage. Mac had an apartment above the garage, so Cody used his key and went into the garage. He walked up the stairs in the back and knocked on Mac's door. Mac answered a few seconds later in nothing but jeans with his hair dripping.

"What's up kid? What ya doing here?" Mac asked stepping back to let him in.

"I was out driving and I thought I'd stop by. Were you heading to bed? I didn't think it was too late, it's only a little after ten. Should I go? I—," he started to ramble, but Mac cut him off.

"Whoa Cody, what did I tell you about talking so much? It's not too late. Have a seat," Mac said walking to the fridge and grabbed a beer. The apartment wasn't big, but it was clean. The living room only had a love seat, a long wooden block for a coffee table, a recliner and a T.V. The kitchen was just as miniscule. Just a small fridge, stove and a little counter space. Cody hadn't been in the bedroom yet, but he hoped that tonight he could remedy that.

Mac walked to the love seat and sat down and put his feet up on the wooden thing that was masked as a coffee table.

"Can I have one of those?" Cody asked pointing to the beer in Mac's hands. Mac just looked at him and raised an eyebrow. Cody figured that if he had a little to drink he'd loosen up. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, opening it on the edge of the counter. He came back to the living room and sat down on the love seat putting his feet up next to Mac's.

The beer was gross, but he wanted to look cool so he kept sipping it. They sat there in silence for a long while Cody waited for the alcohol to do its job. It didn't take long. He and his friends had gone through his father's liquor cabinet before and just one sip of bourbon had him giggling like a school girl. He figured a whole beer would have him passed out in an hour.

Feeling lucid, Cody rose and stood up over Mac. With his legs on either side of Mac, he took Mac's beer sat it on the floor, and then he sank down into Mac's lap kissing his neck. He smelled so good like the pine soap he used, and man. It felt so good and he was so much in the moment that he didn't even notice that Mac wasn't responding. The next thing he knew, he was hurled to the love seat and Mac was standing over him glowering.

"What the fuck Cody?" Mac snapped. He ran his hands through his hair.

"I thought that's what you wanted. I saw you looking at me," Cody said in a small voice. He felt like shit. Mac didn't want him. There was disgust in his eyes.

"Hell no! Why would you think that? Look at you and look at me. You're just a fucking kid. Shit, just go Cody. You can't drive so take the bike and I'll tell your dad that I needed to look at something." When it looked like Cody was just going to sit there Mac snapped, "Now!"

Cody jumped up, tears running down his face. He pushed past Mac and ran out the apartment. He had never been so humiliated in his life. What would possess him to think that Mac was gay? God, he wanted to crawl under a rock and die.

Leaving his car he grabbed the bike and pedaled home as fast as he could. When he got home he staggered into his room and passed out in his bed from humiliation and beer.

The next morning when he went to get his car, he saw that his father's car was sitting next to his. He really didn't want to run into Mac, but he was more scared that he had told his father. He'd been so lucky that Mac hadn't kicked his ass for what he'd pulled. He thought maybe it was because they were friends. Well, used to be.

Cody's father was standing off to the side talking to Mac. Crap, Cody thought. He's so telling him what happened. Cody felt sick. He couldn't continue to be around and not want him or feel the humiliation. He turned to leave when his father called him over.

"Cody come over here will you," his father smiled. He can't be that unhappy if he's smiling.

"Hey, there's this new Mustang that my friend wants remodeled and I want you and Mac to work on it," his father said when he was standing next to him. Cody wanted to look over at Mac, but he was afraid of what he would see.

"I wanted to talk to you about that. I don't want to work on cars anymore," Cody said.

"What, but you love cars. I thought you've been getting along really well working at the garage. Mac says you smile all the time and he has to beg you to leave." Cody flushed and looked at the floor. Yeah, like he needed another reminder of Mac telling him to leave.

"I think that it's a waste of time. Plus I thought I'd go to New York. You know how Meg always wants me to come and stay with her. I talked to her this morning and decided to move with her. You said I could, I just had to ask," Cody said as he felt Mac's eyes on him.

"But son, you've been so happy here. I thought you wanted to stay in Florida with us? That's what you told you're mother," his father said frowning.

"I think it would be a great experience. I'd get to meet new people and experience new things."

"Ok, that's ok with me. We'll talk to your sister when we get home. Sorry Mac, I guess you just lost your most enthusiastic partner," Harold Willington said patting Mac on the shoulder and walking to his car. Cody turned and left without even looking at Mac. Yeah dad, Cody thought, he really did.

~*~

Chapter 2 Ten Years Later

Cody was lying in bed next to his boyfriend of three years, sweaty from unsatisfying sex. He never thought he'd be here, in a loveless relationship in a crappy apartment having horrible sticky sex. 

It was really ironic that the only reason he was sweating and sticky wasn't from raunchy roll around the bed sex, but from a broken air conditioner. He'd called his damn apartment manager to fix it a week ago. He bet if he offered the bastard a blow job he'd be there in no time to fix it. He'd noticed the pudgy old man leering at him when he went up the stair after his morning runs. 

"You make me so happy," Trent Michels said rolling his head to look at Cody. Cody just wished he could say the same. It's not like he didn't like being with Trent. He was funny and sweet and considerate, but he was just so boring, especially when it came to sex. Cody was all for slow and sensual sex, but sometimes he just wanted Trent to throw him on the bed, hold him down, and fuck him....hard. Even after two years, Trent still asked Cody if it was okay to have sex with him. It had been sweet and kind of hot the first couple of times he'd done it, but now he was just fucking annoying.

The other problem about the sex was that it was horrible. Trent was sixty percent bottom and forty percent top. Which would be okay, but Cody was a hundred percent bottom. He loved to get fuck and didn't want anything to do with fucking...anyone. Their relationship had been going alright until Trent had asked Cody to fuck him. When Cody had so no, that he had no desire to do that, Trent had gotten pissed and left. It had taken a week but Trent had come back and swore he could live without getting fucked. Cody had to wonder if he wasn't getting it somewhere else. Besides that dilemma Trent was just not that great at sex. He didn't last very long and most times he fucked with this weird rhythm that Cody had never found the beat of. 

"Thanks," Cody said getting up and walking to the bathroom to shower. They needed to get going anyway. They had a plane to catch in a few hours and it would take an hour to get there in New York's traffic. 

Trent stepped into the bathroom a few seconds later and got in the shower behind Cody. He wrapped his arms around him and nuzzled Cody's neck.

"Don't I make you happy, baby?" Trent asked.

"Of course, you know I love you," Cody said shrugging out of Trent's grip, hoping it would be perceived as trying to rush, and not the brush off it kind of was. He washed quickly, got dressed and double checked to make sure he had everything. His and Trent's things had been packed and sitting by the door for nearly two days, but you could never be too cautious.

"Are you happy that you're going home? You haven't been there in ten years or more," Trent said walking up to grab their bags.

Cody turned around and was looking directly into Trent's eyes. He was just a few inches taller than Cody which wasn't saying much because Cody was still only five eight. Yes, he hadn't gotten any taller to his disappointment. But Trent was lean and handsome with short cropped brownish gold hair and beautiful sparkling green eyes. He was damn near perfect...but not quite. 

"Yeah, I've missed it. There's nothing like Florida in the winter. If I never saw another flake of snow it would be too soon," Cody said laughing and grabbing the rest of the bags.

They packed the car and drove to the airport. Trent's sister would pick the car up later that day and drive it to her house. Thank goodness, Cody thought, because it would cost them twenty dollars a day to stay there. Twenty times fourteen.....way too much money.




Never Forget Pt. 01



They arrived in Jacksonville, Florida at one o'clock and rented a car and drove to Orange Park. It took them about thirty minutes, but it felt like forever to Cody. He had missed his hometown something fierce. It almost made him wish he'd never left...almost.

They pulled into the driveway and Cody jumped out the car. 

"Damn, this house is nice," Trent said in wonder. Cody smiled at him. He knew his house was really nice, but most of the houses in Orange Park were. His father owned an auto shop and three dealerships so they had plenty of money when he was young and you could see it from the large two story house. It could be considered a McMansion, but to Cody it was just home. The house had five bedrooms, three full bathrooms, a finished basement, and a bunch of other stuff that made it so nice. 

Cody grabbed Trent's hand pulling him up the walkway and towards the house. The door was always open, so they just walked in. Stepping into the large foyer, they heard talking and laughing. Codyrecognized his dad's deep rumble and his mom's soft voice.

"Mom, dad, we're here," Cody called. Cody practically drug Trent down the hallway to the living room. His mom met him at the doorway and threw her arms around him.

"Oh Cody, we missed you so much!" she squealed hugging him tight.

"Son, it's so good to have you home," he dad said peeling his wife off so he could hug his son as well.

"I'm happy to be here. You remember Trent," Cody said grabbing Trent and pulling him forward.

"It's nice to meet you again Mr. and Mrs. Willington," Trent said putting his hand out. "You have a beautiful house."

"Oh please call me Katherine," Katherine Willington said, grabbing Trent and hugging him. "You're family and thank you sweet heart." Trent looked flustered and was about to say something when he was interrupted.

"I'm sorry I'm late Katherine. Someone turned off my alarm clock," a deep voice said behind them.

"I had to. That clock can wake up the dead and I need my rest," Cody heard a familiar female voice state.

He whirled around and his jaw dropped. He hadn't seen his sister in over a year and no one had told him that she'd be here today. Then he noticed the guy standing next to here and Cody thought he looked so familiar. Then it hit him, those dark midnight eyes. It was Mac, the very same Mac that humiliated Cody when he was a kid. The same Mac that still plagued Cody's dreams night after night.

"I didn't know that Meg was going to be here," Cody said in almost a whisper.

"Well honey, we wanted to surprise you," his mom answered smiling.

"Come give me a hug little brother," Meg said putting her arms out. Cody would have but he didn't want to get too close to Mac. Damn, ten years looked really good on him. He had the same broad shoulders and slim hips, but his body was more defined and stronger. Damn. Then he actually looked at his sister.

"Oh my God you're pregnant!" Cody shrieked and then he did move. He vaulted over to her and put his hands on her stomach. "Why the hell did no one tell me you were pregnant?"

"Surprise!" she said smiling.

"If you weren't pregnant I'd slap you," Cody snapped but couldn't keep the smile off his face.

"It's probably illegal to threaten a pregnant woman," Meg said smiling. "Um Cody, aren't you going to introduce me?" She leaned over and looked behind Cody.

"Oh shit," he said stepping back and grabbing Trent's hand. "This is my sister Megan, Meg this is my boyfriend Trent Michels."

"It's nice to finally meet you. Cody talks about his big sister all the time. I was more nervous to meet you then Cody's father," Trent said with his hand out.

"Well, it's nice to finally meet the guy who's been fucking my brother for three years," Meg said hugging Trent.

"Megan!" Cody and his mother snapped at the same time. His father groaned and Mac, damn him, laughed.

"Ignore her. She has pills to fix that problem, but I don't think she's allowed to take them while she's pregnant," Cody said glaring at her. Trent's face was bright red as he stepped back from Megan.

"Are you going to introduce me to your friend Cody?" Mac drawled. Cody froze and looked up at him. He really didn't want to; he wanted to pretend that Mac wasn't there at all.

"My apologies, Trent this is Mackenzie Willis. He works for my father," Cody said towards Trent.

"It's just Mac," Mac said smiling that damn half smile that Cody used to love so much. It still affected him like he was sixteen all over again. He really needed to get away from this man.

"Wait, is this that Mac?" Trent asked looking at Cody. Shit he was busted.

"Yeah Trent," he said dismissing it like it was nothing. Mac's eyebrows went up.

"You talk about me?" Mac asked stepping closer to Cody.

"Only once and not very highly," Trent said stepping in front of Cody to block Mac.

"I don't think I was talking to you," Mac said with a little sneer stepping directly in front of Trent. Cody grabbed Trent's hand and pulled him around Mac.

"Come on. We have to go get out things and put them in my room. You don't want to have to do anything after my mother cooks. You'll just want to go straight to bed," Cody said while dragging him towards the front door.

"Well I don't know about ya'll, but I have to pee," Meg said before she walked out the room heading toward the upstairs bathroom.

"Geez Meg, have some class," Katherine said following her out the door.

"Well son," Harold said putting a hand on Mac's shoulder. "Come on let's go help them out. Cody always packs way too much."

"I do not. Everything that I have is necessary," Cody said has he walked out the front door with Trent in tow. He walked over to the car and popped the trunk. It was a fucking Prius; Trent had insisted on them getting it because it was good for the environment and all. Cody hadn't wanted it because two gay men in a Prius is like well, like two gay men in a Prius. It's redundant and stereotypical, but he'd acquiesced. 

"We only have three bags but mine is the largest. It took me and Trent twice to lift it in the trunk," Cody said laughing. "Maybe I do pack too much. If you and Mackenzie take one bag each Trent and I can take the biggest one." Cody was turning around with the small bags to hand them to his dad and Mac, when Mac stepped around him and grabbed Cody's giant suitcase with one hand and started walking toward the front door.

Cody stared at Mac's retreating back, and what a fine back it was. The man was just too damn sexy for his own good. All those damn muscles that Cody was sure he'd gained from just working in the garage and not in the gym. The way his arms had bulged when he'd picked up the suitcase had Cody licking his lips thinking about what those arms would feel like around him.

"Well, I definitely need to go to the gym when I get home," Trent said breaking the spell that Mac had put Cody under. Cody shook his head and handed the bags to Trent.

"You don't need to go to the gym. I like my man smart. Your brain is ten times as sexy as any muscles," Cody lied with a smile. He hoped he looked sincere. He was sure that Trent had seen him damn there drooling over Mac. He didn't want him to feel bad. 

"Thanks babe," Trent said going in for a kiss. Cody pretended not to notice and turned to close the trunk. He didn't like public displays for affection, especially not in front of his father, no matter how many years he'd been with a guy.

"That's it, but thanks dad," Cody said as he walked back towards that house. He walked upstairs into his old room. It was like stepping into the past. There were still trophies lined up on the walls and some Eagle Scouts ribbons. His desk still had his first computer on it. Thank God one thing had changed.

"I'm glad you took my old bed out and put the full in here. One of us would have been sleeping on the floor," Cody chuckled.

"Oh please honey, like we'd of had any of you sleeping on the floor," Katherine said as she walked into the room to put fresh towels on the desk chair.

"Thanks mom. We're probably just going to take a nap. We were up pretty early," Cody explained as he spotted his suitcase by the bed.

"Rest all you want. Your dad and I are going in to town for a few things and Meg is going to meet a friend. I'll just be you two so you'll be able to get plenty of rest," his mother said as walked out the room.

"Or not," Meg cackled as she walked past the door.

"Are we going to have to gag you?" Katherine asked as she closed the bedroom door. Cody turned to Trent. "I'm sorry about that. My sister just speaks her mind. She's always been like that."

"I like it. At least people know where they stand with her. Plus, she's right." Trent walked over to Cody and put his hands on Cody's hips. "I want you baby. I've always had this fantasy about having sex in my boyfriend's childhood home." He licked a line up Cody's neck.

Cody shivered. "I didn't know you had any kinks. Tell me more." Trent smiled into Cody's neck.

"I want to strip you down, lay you on the bed and make love to you until we both go insane. Long slow stokes that will hit all the spots you love so much," Trent said while cupping Cody's ass.

Cody mentally shook his head. Just once he'd like Trent to say fuck instead of make love and hard instead of slow. The one time Cody had asked Trent to fuck him like he wanted it Trent had spent the entire time asking if Cody was alright and ruined the whole affect.

"That sounds great baby," Cody said instead of, "Please fuck me so hard I see stars." He'd rather just put up with the sex than have Trent think what he was offering wasn't enough, even though it really wasn't.

~*~

Chapter 3

"Don't even think about it," Megan said to Mac's turned back. He was standing by the living room window watching the people out on the patio. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he was watching Cody. That skinny awkward kid had grown up to be a fucking stunner.

"Don't think about what?" he asked not turning around.

"He's been in that relationship for three years. He's settled and happy. Leave well enough alone," she answered putting her hand on his shoulder and giving it a little squeeze. Damn, she knew him too well. For the past five years Meg had been the closest thing Mac would call a best friend. At times, like now, he resented it.

"I wouldn't dream of it," he turned giving her one of his cocky grins and walking around her to step out the screen door. He heard her mutter something along the lines of fucking bastard but he didn't stop.

"This fruit center piece is lovely Mrs. Willington, did you make it yourself?" Mac heard Trent ask. He'd hated the bastard on sight. He was like a fucking preppy puppy. He had the urge to kick him and watch him whimper and limp away.

"Yes hon, I did, and I told you to call me Katherine," she responded. She smiled at him and walked past Mac to grab something else from the kitchen, patting him on the shoulder as she passed.

"They're my mom's signature thing. I told her to go into business but she flatly refuses," Cody said chuckling.

"It wouldn't be so special if she sold it to people by the dozen," Mac stated as he walked up to said center piece and stole a strawberry.

Cody looked at him, eyes fixed on his mouth while he ate the fruit. He grinned and started to lick and suck on it provocatively.

"Stop playing with your food," Meg said smacking him in the back of the head. Cody jumped as if shaking from a spell and turned towards Trent who hadn't caught the exchange.

"What, I was just eating. You know I like to savor my food," Mac purred. She just frowned at him but he saw Cody shiver in his periphery. Yeah, he still wants me, Mac thought. Let's see what it'd take to get him to act on it.

Cody was bent over the wooden patio table resting his arms on the table top directly in front of the centerpiece. Mac walked up behind him and leaned over Cody to grab another strawberry that he could've easily reached even though it was on the other side. The feel of the pert round ass pressing onto his dick, even just for a few seconds, was enough to throw his flirting to the wind and get serious about getting in that ass.

"Excuse me," he said in the deeper voice he used for seduction. When he pulled his hand back with the fruit in it, Cody turned his head slightly and he felt a puff of Cody's breath on his arm. Shit, he thought. What would that feel like on my dick?

"You, um you're fine. Sorry I was in the way," Cody crooked and quickly stepped to the side, out of Mac's reach. Mac smiled and popped the berry into his mouth.

"What the hell?" his conscious asked him. He turned and saw Meg standing there arms crossed over her chest, resting on her giant stomach. She looked so delicate and sweet glaring at him, but he would never tell her that. She'd find the nearest sharp object and try castrating him.

"What?" he asked stepping around her. She grabbed his arm and dug her long red nails unto his skin. He winced and stopped. "What?"

"What? What? That's all you're going to say, what? Why the fuck were you rubbing on Cody like a fucking cat in heat?" she snapped in a whisper. Her face was getting red and she rubbed her stomach as if the baby was moving too much.

He pulled her off to the side of the backyard and rubbed her arms. "Calm down, you know the baby responds to stress and the doctor said you weren't completely out of the clear."

"What. Are. You. Doing?" she asked again slower and more calm.

"I wasn't doing anything. I was just trying to get some fruit," he answered.

"Bullshit! You're trying to get him to fuck up his relationship and sleep with you. You had your chance ten years ago," she said putting her hand up when Mac opened his mouth to interject. "And I know he was just a kid then, but if you would've handled it better he would've never left and you might've had a chance when he hit nineteen. Because the way he looks now, that happened when he was nineteen."

Mac just stared at Meg for minute and finally nodded. "Fine," he muttered. "I'll leave Cody alone."

"Good doggy," Megan said petting him on the shoulder since she was too short to reach his head. He brushed her off and stalked back to the table and sat down at the other end of the table from Cody. There was no use tempted fate. Meg smiled and sat down next to him locking her arm with his.

"So Meg, how far along are you?" Cody asked. Trent sat down and put his arm and round Cody and went to kiss his neck but Cody leaned forward and grabbed a melon from the center piece. It looked like he was oblivious to the action, but Mac could tell that by the way he looked at Trent out of the corner of his eye that he'd done it on purpose. So either Cody didn't like public displays of affection or he didn't want Trent kissing him. Mac decided to believe it was the latter.

"I'm five months," she answered. She tightened her arm around Mac's arm and leaned on him a bit. Cody noticed and narrowed his eyes a little.

"I didn't know you were dating anyone. Where is the happy father?" Cody asked.

"What? Oh I'm not seeing a guy," Meg said laughing.

"Okay so you know I graduated and have a masters in finance, but I'm still slow sometimes so spell this out for me," Cody demanded.

"Oh Cody calm down. Some guy didn't leave high and dry after he found out I was pregnant. Mac's the father," Meg chuckled. Cody just sat there for a moment and didn't say anything. He looked from Meg to Mac and back to Meg again.

"Here comes the explosion," Meg murmured

"What the hell do you mean Mac's the father?!" Cody yelled jumping up from his chair.

"Um babe, calm down. Just listen to what she has to say," Trent said trying to calm Cody. Cody shrugged off his comforting hands and whirled on him.

"Just sit there and be quiet. This is between me and my sister!" he snapped. Mac picked up his beer to hide his smile. Yeah, Cody was so damn happy in that relationship. He was practically begging to be put up against a wall and dominated.

"Sit down Cody, and don't yell at Trent. You heard me right. Mac's the father." Meg was sitting calm and unruffled at her brother's temper.

For a long moment Cody just stood there glaring at her before the glare morphed into a look of hurt so profound that it turned Mac's stomach. "How could you," he whispered. Before Meg could answer he turned and walked back through the house. A moment later there was the sound of a car engine starting and a car pealing out of the driveway.

"Was that Cody?" Harold asked as he stepped out of the house with a tray of steaks Katherine on his heels.

"Yeah, I told him about Mac and the baby and he just started yelling and took off," Meg answered rubbing her stomach. Mac reached down and put his hand on her stomach and almost instantly the kicking stopped.

"Why was he so upset?" Harold asked.

"Apparently he doesn't like the idea that the baby will have half of my genes," Mac said even though he knew that was the farthest from the truth. He'd muttered "how could you" before he'd taken off. He was hurt from thinking his sister had slept with an old crush.

"Oh no, that's not it. Cody's not like that. He doesn't care about race or background. It's probably something else," Katherine practically cooed as if he needed his feelings soothed. Like hell.

"I'm sure you're right," Mac smiled and looked at Trent. He was beet red and looked mortified, like his boyfriend throwing a tantrum and running out was the worst thing that could happen to him. Mac just shook his head.

Maybe fucking Cody isn't selfish. Maybe it's like charity because if he'd been with this guy for two years he wasn't getting fucked like he needs, Mac thought.

"I think Cody's just been so overwhelmed. They've been doing some downsizing at his job and he had to fire quite a few people and he's been working late a lot. He should be better tomorrow," Trent said apologetically.

Mac wasn't sure if this guy was serious or not. He'd just apologized for Cody's behavior to his parents, like they weren't privy to Cody's moods. Mac was starting to get pissed off with this uptight bastard.

"Cody'll be fine. He bounces back fast, always has," Harold said before turning and throwing the steaks on the grill.

"I think I'm going to go and lay down. I'm not really hungry and the baby is kicking so much...I just need to rest," Meg said before getting up from the table and wobbling to the patio door.

"I'll go with you. It used to make me feel better when someone rubbed my stomach," Katherine stated and followed her daughter into the house.

"Guess it'll just be us men," Harold said. "The steaks should be done in a few minutes. So Trent, tell us about your job."

Chapter 4

Cody closed his bedroom door slowly, the click of the door sounding so loud in the quiet house. He'd been gone all night. He'd just been driving around thinking and had lost track of time. The next thing he'd known it was one in the morning.

He didn't know why hearing his sister say she'd slept with Mac and was now pregnant had hurt so fucking much. He'd gotten over his crush for Mac a long time ago. Well, if you don't count the hot and heavy dreams he had almost every night starring Mackenzie Willis. That was probably it, he thought. I dream about him so much that I've started thinking about him as mine. It has nothing to do with feelings; it's just those damn dreams.

His mind may have latched onto that theory, but he heart believed different. His heart was telling him that he'd wanted and craved Mac since he was a scrawny eighteen year old and that the feelings weren't going away anytime soon. He groaned and leaned down to take his shoes off.

"Where have you been?" Trent asked in the dark. Cody winced and stood up looking towards the sound of Trent's voice. He felt like shit for leaving Trent alone with virtual strangers. He hadn't meant to lose his shit like that, it had just happened.




Never Forget Pt. 01



"I'm so sorry about leaving like that," Cody apologized walking over to the bed. Trent was sitting up with his hair tousled and the covers pooled around his hips. The sight of a possibly naked Trent used to tighten his pants and have his dick jerking, but now it didn't do anything. How could he just lose interest in someone who he'd built a life with and invested two years of his own life for?

"What's wrong Cody? What's got you so down baby?" Trent asked putting his arms around Cody and pulling him down to lay next to him.

"It was just a shock to hear you know. I guess I felt like Meg betrayed be because of the huge crush I'd had on Mac when I was a kid," Cody answered.

"Are you sure the crush was just from when you were eighteen?" Trent asked brushing the hair off Cody's face.

"Of course, babe. Those feelings are long gone," Cody reassured hoping that he wasn't lying.

"So you're okay now?"

"Yeah, I'm just not feeling too well. Probably just need some sleep," Cody yawned. Trent frowned.

"I was hoping that we could...you know," Trent said sliding his hand under Cody's shirt to rub his stomach.

"We've had sex twice already today. I'm really tired. All I want to do is go take a shower and go to bed," Cody complained. He really wasn't in the mood to have sex and wasn't feeling sexy at all. He was too fucking exhausted and it pissed him off a little that Trent couldn't see that.

"Yeah, uh, of course. I'm sorry, I just thought I could make you feel better. It's okay though, go take a shower," Trent said, a look of hurt flashing across his face. Son of a fucking bitch, Cody snapped in his head. He was too fucking tired and stressed to deal with Trent's insecurities.

"No, it's fine we can have sex. Come here," Cody said sighing inwardly. He was really hoping that this was going to go quick.

Trent jumped right in as if he was afraid Cody would change his mind. He licked from the base of Cody's neck to the curve of his ear nipping it with his teeth. Cody shivered and pushed closer. 

Cody had to give it to him, because Trent was damn good with foreplay and getting him riled up. He just wasn't good at finishing the same way.

Trent's hand snaked up under Cody's shirt to rub the hot skin of his lightly muscled stomach before moving it higher to caress his chest, tweaking each nipple as he passed it.

Cody let out a small moan of pleasure and turned his head so he could catch Trent's mouth with his. Trent murmured his approval and easily took Cody's mouth, sliding his tongue in deep. Their tongues dueled as Trent's hand continued to travel the length of Cody's body.

Cody started kissing back more urgently, pushing his hands through Trent's hair and leaning against him so he could push him back against the bed and straddled his body. He grinded slowly on Trent's noticeable hard erection making figure eights with his hips. Trent gasped and splayed his hands on Cody's hips, pushing up more forcefully into the kiss.

Cody was burning for this so bad. They hadn't done anything remotely like this their entire two year relationship and it was turning him on to no end. He felt Trent's hand tighten on his hips, pulling him down more forcefully to grind them together and he moaned into the kiss.

"I want you naked," Cody said between kisses. He leaned back and whipped his shirt over his head and threw it behind him. He thanked whatever god that had his mom buy a full size bed that didn't squeak. Now if he could just stop moaning like he wasn't three doors down from his parent's bedroom...

Trent sat up with Cody still straddling him and leaned over to grab the lube from the night stand. Cody admired the beautiful muscled golden back and licked his lips. It felt so great to desire his boyfriend again. It had been so long since he had.

Cody rolled off Trent to strip out of his pants and briefs. His erection sprang free and bobbed happily. He stroked it a few times before turning back to Trent. The covers were pooled at the end of the bed and Trent was blessedly naked. Cody had the thought that he'd planned this but he didn't much care. He wanted it either way.

He leaned over and sucked the head of Trent's cock tasting the salty pre-cum. Trent muffled a moan and dropped the condom and tube of lube on the bed, threading his hands through Cody's hair. Cody slid his mouth down further until his nose was nestled in the course curls at the base of Trent's cock. He sucked, working his throat muscles as it caressed the head of the erection in his mouth. Cody felt more than heard the deep groan that came out of Trent. The fingers in his hair tightened as Trent pulled his head back.

"No, come up here," Trent breathed out. Cody licked his lips and slithered up Trent's body. Trent kissed him deep and long, thrusting his tongue in and out of Cody's mouth making him moan.

Cody felt Trent reaching around for the lube. It would've made it easier to lift his mouth from Cody's but it was like he'd die without his lips on Cody. Cody could understand that. He'd never felt this feeling before with Trent, the need to devour, but he was sure feeling it now.

Trent rolled them over pressing Cody down into the mattress. He felt Trent's finger nudge at his opening and he spread his legs wider. That was one of his favorite parts of sex. He loved being prepped and played with. It drove him crazy and Trent had always been good at it.

Trent's lubed finger slid into him and curved, instantly finding the spot that drove him wild. He moaned as he started to writhe on the bed. Soon Trent was adding another and another finger sending Cody higher and higher to the point of no return.

"I want you to give it to me like I need it. I want you to pound me through the mattress," Cody breathed out on a moan. Trent's fingers stilled and he looked down into Cody's sex hazed eyes.

"Baby I, I'm not sure that's a good idea. We're in your parent's house and they're only a few doors down. We should just do it how we normally do it," Trent reasoned. The more and more Trent talked the more annoyed and uninterested in having any kind of sex Cody became. This was what always made him not attempt sex with Trent in the first place. Trent would get him so hot and ready for sex and then fall flat during the delivery and Cody was tired of it.

"You know what, just forget about it," Cody said pushing Trent off of him and jumping up off the bed. He walked to his bag and grabbed a T-shirt and shorts intent on getting changed and going to bed.

"Cody, wait. Don't get mad. Why can't we just do it my way this time?" Trent asked getting up and walking over to Cody. He wrapped his arms around Cody's waste and nuzzled his neck.

"Because we always do it your way," Cody snapped pulling away, whirling on Trent. "We've been together for three years and I've loved every minute of it, but sometimes you're really selfish. Our relationship isn't all about sex, because you can't build anything long lasting on just sex, but I like sex Trent. Yes, I like it slow and loving, but I also loved to be shoved down and fucked. It's normal to want both."

Trent just stood there silent looking down at the floor. "So if I can't give that to you, you'll leave?"

"I'm not that much of an asshole Trent. I just said our relationship isn't built on sex, so why would I give you an ultimatum over it? I just want you to think about it. I love you, but I'm not satisfied with our sex life. I've tried to be, but I'm not." The room was so quiet that that cliché "you can hear a pin drop" was definitely accurate at this moment. Finally after minutes of them not looking at each other Cody sighed.

"I think I'll sleep in the guest room tonight. We need to calm down and think." He gathered up his clothes and walked towards the door, looking over his shoulder before turning the knob. "I love you." He went through the door closing it behind him. Cody thought the click of the door sounded more final than it should have for just a lovers' spat.

~*~

Cody was downstairs and fixing coffee just as the sun peeked over the horizon. He hadn't been able to sleep after the fight with Trent so he'd just tossed and turned before finally giving up the ghost and coming downstairs to get caffeinated.

He still couldn't believe he'd told Trent about not being satisfied sexually. He knew that Trent had known he wasn't happy, but to have it confirmed...Cody felt like a real shit. He didn't think he would've ever told Trent the truth if not for his guard being down after finding out about Meg and Mac.They're names even sound cute together. They can name the baby Mel and be fucking disgustingly cute three letter family, Cody thought wryly. He hated being so cynical, but he was never level headed when it came to Mac. He guessed things never changed.

"I don't think staring at the pot makes it go any faster," Mac's deep voice said startling Cody out of his thoughts.

"Geez," Cody said grabbing his chest. "You shouldn't sneak up on someone like that. You'll give them heart palpitations." Mac just snorted opening the fridge and leaning over to find something. Cody was a little ashamed to admit that he ogled Mac's muscled ass. It was encased in a pair of form fitting jeans that cupped it so nicely. He forced himself to look away and grab a mug out of the cabinet.

"So what time did you get in after your little temper tantrum?" Mac asked leaning his hip against the island counter that faced Cody. He crossed his thick arms over his muscled naked chest and grinned cockily. 

It was getting really hard for Cody to focus on anything but the man smirking in front of him. Then Mac uncrossed his arms and laid them on the counter, still leaning, and Cody about lost his composure. He'd seen muscled chests like that from going to the gym, but Mac's was front hard labor. The firm pecs with a light dusting of hair, the hard ribbed stomach with the little trail of hair that disappeared under the low riding jeans were all designed to give him heart failure.

"I, um, I don't know what you're, um, talking about," Cody muttered turning back around to the coffee pot. Don't let this guy suck you in Cody. You'll get hurt just like last time and even worse, you'll hurt Trent, Cody thought.

"Of course you do. When Meg told you who the father of her baby was you got angry and stormed off, remember." Cody just ignored the comment and poured himself a cup of coffee. He added sugar and was lifting it to his lips when Mac stepped up behind him and leaned down to his ear.

"Will you fix me a cup?" he asked wrapping an arm around Cody's body. Cody sucked in a breath. He was trapped between the granite counter and a large immovable wall. The feel of Mac's warm breath and hard body against his was making it hard for him to think.

Cody looked down at the arm wrapped around him to see a mug in it, waiting for Cody to grab it. He took the mug from Mac and leaned forward to grab the coffee pot. He could've swore he heard a grunt and felt Mac lean his hips forward a little, but he just let it go. He handed the full cup to Mac and waited for him to move.

"Damn, this is some good coffee. What did you do to it?" Mac asked still pressing Cody into the counter.

"Nothing, just added beans. Do you think you could step back? I need to get breakfast started," Cody asked quietly.

"Am I making you uncomfortable Cody?" Mac asked. At that moment, Cody wanted to slap Mackenzie Willis because he was making Cody uncomfortable. What was worse was that Mac was doing it on purpose. Those touches yesterday and today were just a straight guy's idea of amusement. "Let's fuck with the gay guy that used to have a crush on me," that was it.

Cody turned around fast and pushed Mac back. "If you're not going to help, Mackenzie, could you at least get out of the way?" He walked past Mac to the refrigerator.

"Since when did you start calling me Mackenzie? From the first day I met you it was Mac, why change it now?" Mac asked. Cody thought he sounded kind of pissed. Good you asshole.

"I don't know what you're talking about. It's your name right? Why...does my calling you Mackenzie make you uncomfortable?" Cody asked smugly. He turned back to look at Mac who was leaning against the counter with the coffee pot, arms crossed over his chest and a frown on his face. He does not look sexy mad. He does not.

"No but I think that Mac will be easier for you to—,"

"Mac, I need your help," Meg yelled from the top of the stairs. The look of aggravation instantly dropped from Mac's face and he stepped away from the counter and walked out of the kitchen.

Cody stared at his retreating back. He knew that Mac was very responsible because he'd been the one to pretty much run the garage. With all the talks they'd had about life he'd never heard Mac mention he wanted kids. Then again he had been only twenty-four at the time and what twenty year old talked about kids? Maybe it was one of those things that Mac just didn't talk about, like his family. Maybe Mac would make a great father. Cody shrugged it off and went to the fridge to start breakfast.

Chapter 5

Mac closed the door to Meg's bedroom door where she snored lightly. She's been sleeping a lot since her fifth month checkup. She was a few months away from dropping her load and the closer she got the worse she felt.

This wasn't the first time she'd called Mac to come rub her stomach to soothe the baby. For the past few weeks the baby's kicking and moving had intensified a lot and Meg's little body was taking a beating. The only time she got rest from it was when he was around talking or rubbing her stomach. Meg said it was because the baby knew who his dad was but he thought it was because he was tired of Meg's manic behavior and needed someone calm to be around.

He headed down the stairs intent on going back to the kitchen hoping he could get the sexy little shit alone again. Cody didn't know how close he gotten to being pulled into the bathroom and fucked senseless. He had looked so hot freshly out of bed, hair tousled, amber eyes drowsy from sleep in his loose fitting sleep pants and that track shirt he used to wear in high school. The shirt had been loose then but now it slightly stretched across his chest. He was no longer a scrawny kid that was for damn sure.

He was also more argumentative then he had been in high school. Before Cody had left he'd been so cooperative. He'd done anything and everything Mac had asked him to do. He'd had known about Cody's hero worship/crush. He'd even egged it on at times. It wasn't like he hadn't seen that moment in his apartment coming. He'd just hadn't known how to deal with it. At twenty-two his knowledge of dealing with a young crush had been minimal. Shit, his knowledge of anything that hadn't been cars and getting laid had been damn near non-existent.

He turned the corner to the kitchen and froze. Trent had Cody pushed up against the fridge hands pinned above his head, their lips locked together. He didn't know why but he had this intense urge to punch Trent in his perfect little face. He knew he wasn't jealous, but for some reason seeing Trent's hands all over Cody had him ready to commit murder. He thought he'd better back away before he acted on his impulses.

A throat clearing behind him had the couple breaking apart and him jumping. He turned to see Harold and Katherine standing in the doorway. Harold was decidedly not looking in the kitchen and Katherine was shaking her head but smiling.

"There's an entire room upstairs for you guys to do that in," Harold grumped. Mac knew that Harold hadn't had a hard time dealing with Cody being gay, but he also knew that seeing his son being tongue fucked in the kitchen was out of his comfort zone.

"I'm really sorry Dad," Cody said face flushed from either embarrassment or arousal, maybe both. Trent didn't look any better. He was looking down at the floor as if any minute now it would open up and swallow him whole, freeing him from this humiliating situation.

"Yeah yeah," Harold huffed walking to the coffee pot, but when Mac looked he saw Harold was smiling over at his son. He'd always liked that about the guy. He was so damn understanding and gave everyone a chance. He never judged and always thought of others first.

It was how Mac had gotten a job. He'd never thought that anyone would give him a job after he got out of jail. He hadn't graduated from high school and the only thing he knew how to do was fix cars. He'd gone to a number of garages looking for a job, but after he told them he'd been in jail for grand theft auto they'd turned him down flat.

He'd finally decided to try Willington Motors as a last resort, but he'd had little hope that Harold would hire him. Willington Motors was a big name in Florida; having three dealerships locations and an auto shop, it was a huge empire. 

When he'd gotten to Orange Park where the company's home base was, he'd expected the worse. His first interview was with Harold Willington himself, who liked to hire all his staff personally. He'd liked Harold right away. The interview went great and when Harold had asked him about his criminal record, Mac explained about being arrested for theft and serving four years in prison.

He had been sure that Harold was going to kick him out of his office, but he'd just sat there watching Mac until finally he sat forward looking directly into Mac's eyes.

"Why'd you steal?" he'd asked him. Mac had been unnerved by that stare but he squared his shoulders and answered.

"My mother was a crack whore. She abandoned me and my little sister when we was kids. We lived in terrible foster homes until I was old enough to steal for money to feed us. Then I got into the business of fixing cars, but I wasn't making enough to pay rent. A friend of mine told me how his cousin owned a chop shop and needed people to steal cars for him. How he needed someone who knew about hot wiring them. 

It gave me enough to shelter my sister and keep her in school. I dropped out and made it a full time gig. But I got caught, everyone gets caught. They locked me up and put my sister back in foster care."

Harold had leaned back in his chair absorbing what he'd told him. He nodded a few times as if he was having an inner conversation with himself.

"Are you going to steal from me?" he'd asked Mac. Mac had shook his head.

"No sir, I'm done with that. I'm just trying to be legit," he'd promised.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, you start tomorrow," he'd said and that had been it. A year later Mac had been running the auto shop. It still amazed him sometimes the trust Harold had in him. He'd just been some punk jail bird kid with little education. He could've robbed him blind.

"Mackenzie honey, you want a cup of coffee?" Katherine asked bringing him out of his reverie.

Mac looked at her questioning face. She had sharp features that had softened with age. Her hair was still a long wavy blonde with the help of a bottle and her hazel eyes still shone with youth though she was almost sixty. 

He'd never notice before how much Cody looked like her. Megan took after Harold with her dark hair, green eyes and strong bones, but Cody's light creamy skin and small almost feminine features were just like Katherine's.

"Thanks Katherine, but I've already had a cup," Mac answered kissing her on the cheek. She giggled and lightly slapped him on the chest.

"You better stop or I'm going to think you're trying to steal my girl," Harold growled playfully.

"What does she want with me, you're the one she's been with for over thirty years," Mac laughed. 

"Plus you have all the money, Katherine's no fool."

Everyone laughed except Trent and Katherine slapped Mac again. "Will you stop it?" she said laughing. Mac just chuckled and kissed her on the cheek again.

"Oh I don't believe that for a minute," Harold laughed. "Don't think I don't know your game Willis. Mowing the lawn shirtless, parading around the house with just sleep pants on when you stay over. I'm surprised you're fully clothed now." Mac was laughing and shaking his head and Katherine was beating on her husband now.




Never Forget Pt. 01



"Oh hush and leave Mackenzie alone. It gets really hot out there, you don't want him to get sick do you?" she asked her husband.

"Oh course not dear," he said placating her fake anger and they all laughed again.

"He hasn't learned his lesson. He was walking around earlier without a shirt on," Cody chimed in.

Mac looked over at him and smirked. "I hope my walking around shirtless didn't make you uncomfortable," he said staring into Cody's eyes. They blazed with raw heat for a second before it was gone and a smile that didn't reach his eyes appeared.

"Oh course not, we're all family here," Cody said before turning away to talk to Trent.

The family comment had hit a nerve that he didn't want to look too closely at. Family didn't look at family the way Cody had just looked at him, and family also didn't get hard when other family members were around, or at least they shouldn't, and Cody had been sporting wood earlier.

"Yeah, family," he muttered.

"Did I hear Megan calling you earlier?" Katherine asked him pulling things out the fridge to cook breakfast. Cody tried to intercept telling her he would cook but she shooed him off.

"Yeah, the baby's moving and kicking was bothering her," he answered.

"My poor baby. I never had pain like that when I was pregnant, but all my kids were small. That baby's probably going to be tall like his daddy." Mac saw Cody's shoulders stiffen and had this intense urge to go over and soothe him. He didn't know what the fuck was going on with him, but being around Cody was frying his brain.

"That's what the doctor said. He said the baby was already really long and because of that they might have to give Meg a surgical birth," he answered. That had really worried him. He hadn't let Meg know, but it scared the shit out of him.

"Yeah, he's going to be a beast just like his pappy," Meg said as she waddled into the kitchen. Her curls were tangled and laying every which way all over her head, she was wearing gray sweats and his favorite shirt that said "Banger's Club" with a silhouette of woman bent over and a man standing behind her. Megan had gotten it for him for his birthday a few years back and had confiscated it when she'd started to get round. She said it was the only thing she could sleep in that didn't confine her stomach.

"I just put you back to bed, what are you doing up?" Mac asked her.

"My growling stomach woke me. I tell you this little guy isn't going to be satisfied until I gain another thirty pounds," Meg laughed.

"You should've just called. Someone would've brought it up," Katherine scolded. Meg frowned and shook her head.

"I don't need bed rest mom. The doctor says I'm fine so stop worrying."

"Mac says the kicking's getting worse. You need to rest," Katherine insisted. The look Meg turned on him would've had lesser men crying.

"Don't look at me that way," he said pulling her into his arms and rubbing her back. "You know she's right. The pain has gotten worse. The only time you have peace is when I'm around and I'm not always here. I think that you need to rest. You're always up and moving and I think it's aggravating the baby." He felt the muscles in her back relax and the baby stopped his womb acrobatics.

"Fine, I'll rest more. But I'm not and invalid, I'm just pregnant so stop treating me like I'll break at any minute," she huffed squeezing Mac tight before turning and going to sit at the kitchen table. Katherine brought her over a plate of fruit to tide her over until breakfast was done.

Mac looked at Cody who had been oddly quiet through the entire exchange. Mac wasn't used to the Cody that didn't ramble on and on about random shit. This new Cody was going to take some getting used to. The new Cody just stood and watched everything like he was doing now.

"Will you stop staring at me?" Meg asked her mouth full of fruit.

"Don't talk with your mouth full Meg, geez," Katherine scolded. Meg made a face and turned back to Cody expecting an answer.

"I'm not used to you being pregnant that's all," Cody answered smiling. This one reached his eyes and made him look like old Cody again.

"So, are you done being a shit?" Meg asked getting right down to it. Mac shook his head at her bluntness. She'd never been one to hold her tongue.

"I don't—"

"Don't give that shit brother mine. You know what I'm talking about. When you found out that Mac was the father you flipped your lid and stormed off," Meg interrupted cutting through Cody's bullshit.

"I wouldn't call it flipping my lid but—"

"Then what would you call it huh? Because that's the way it looked to me and I'm sure that's the way it looked to Mac." Mac could tell that she was getting riled up and that it was affecting the baby because she was rubbing her stomach and she really only did that when the baby's kicking was painful.

"Meg, calm down okay. Your agitation is upsetting the baby," Mac warned. He walked over to her and sat down so he could rub her back and stomach.

"I won't calm down until Cody apologizes to you. That was uncalled for and a really shitty thing to do and Mom taught us better than that Cody. Where a person came from shouldn't matter, who they are should," Meg snapped. This was going to end very badly if someone didn't step in soon.

"It had nothing to do with where he came from!" Cody snapped back. Trent tried calming him, but unlike Mac, Trent's calming abilities sucked.

"Meg, Cody, you guys need to take a deep breath and calm down," Katherine said interceding. Mac mentally thanked her.

"Then what is it then?" Meg asked continuing the argument despite what Katherine said.

"That's enough," Harold said forcefully, but even he couldn't make them listen.

"It's because I...he...I don't have to answer to you. I don't care if you are older than me. I'm not a kid anymore Meg and if shit pisses me off then that's my problem not yours or his or mom or dad's," Cody griped before heading towards the door in the kitchen where the back stairs that led up to the second floor was.

"Where are you going?" Meg yelled rising from her chair. Mac was sure she would've followed Cody up the stairs but he grabbed her hand and sat her back down.

"Running!" he yelled back taking the stairs two at a time.

The kitchen got eerily quiet, nobody saying or doing anything. "I'm going to go upstairs to...um...to check on him," Trent said before heading up the back stairs. As soon as Trent was out of hearing range Katherine whirled on Meg.

"You just couldn't leave it alone could you?" she asked indignantly.

"No mother, I couldn't. I don't like how Cody handled that; he needs to apologize. I don't care what his reason was, it wasn't enough to be a complete ass to Mac," Meg answered starting to relax again as he rubbed her back. 

"Will you be quiet? I don't need you fighting my battles for me. He was probably just shocked that you picked me to have your baby with. Stop starting arguments. It's bad for the baby," he interjected.

"Everything I do is bad for the baby apparently," Meg muttered angrily.

"Just think about what you'd normally do in a situation and then do the opposite and it'll probably be better for the baby," Katherine instructed. Meg lifted her finger to flip Katherine the bird but he grabbed it and placed it back in her lap.

"I gotta head over to the Miami dealership today. Just to see how things are going. Profits have been screwy," Harold said kissing Katherine's cheek. He turned to look at Mac. 

"You want me to come? I'm just going to the shop to work on a few things but I could always get Miller to handle it," Mac asked.

"Yeah, I want you to come. I might need a little muscle if what I think is going on is going on," Harold answered. He had a frown on his face and was in deep thought.

"Is something wrong dear?" Katherine asked turning away from the stove to look at her husband. She must've heard the worry in his voice too.

"I really hope not, but I think my manager there is stealing from me. The books just aren't flowing right so I have to check it out before something I can't fix happens," he answered kissing her on the cheek. "Don't worry though, everything will be fine."

"I'll be right back. Just let me go shower and change," he told Harold before leaving the room and heading up to the room he slept in when he stayed over. He grabbed a pair of jeans and a black T before heading to the shower. He really hoped that that manager wasn't stealing from Harold. He really didn't want to go back to jail for assault. He would do it though; he'd do anything for Harold. The man was like a father to him and nobody fucked with his family.



Never Forget the Ecstasy



Wilson was casually dressed in jeans hanging below his paunch, a plaid shirt and boots. He entered Sears with one last Christmas gift in mind. He was instantly attracted to a plain, plump, young lady with three kids. The youngest, an infant, was squalling, and two toddlers were all over the place while the mother tried to make a purchase in the clothing department. She was angry, she was frustrated, she was about to cry. 

"Can I help? I'd gladly hold your daughter while you finish."

I was taken aback; an older, homely man was offering to care for my daughter. He looks ordinary but honest, and for some unknown reason I'm drawn to him. He's the type of man I would normally look at but not see, however, there's something special about him. I need assistance, but can I trust my daughter to a stranger? 

"I'm Wilson Harper. I'm not a kidnapper or child molester. I'm a simple guy who's willing to tend your children. I'll hold your daughter where you can see me, and watch the other two.

"Okay, yes I need help." She thrust her screaming daughter to him, "Her name is Lou Ann."

Wilson took the child. She quieted right away and wiggled in his arms while smiling and running her fingers over his face. The other two children came running, "Who are ya mister?"

"I'm Wilson and I'm holding Lou Ann so your mother can pay the cashier."

The kids were intrigued and asked questions.

While he talked to them, he observed their mother who was probably in her late twenties, wore an inexpensive dress, her brown hair was in a pony tail, and she was overweight in all the right places.

"Thank you. My children are such a hand full but at least that's the last thing I have to buy. Thanks again Mr..."

"Harper, Wilson Harper."

He isn't much to look at: homely in a Barney Fife way, a pot belly, and poor posture. 

"Mr. Harper, I don't know how to repay you. You've been so kind."

"My pleasure Mrs..."

"I'm sorry I'm Sally, Sally Sissons. I'm actually recently divorced." Why did I tell him that? I don't usually talk openly to strangers.

"Is that a good or a bad thing?"

Is he a mind reader? Is he asking about my divorce or what I think he's thinking? "A good thing, I don't know why I stayed with him so long." 

"Let's go mommy, I'm hungry," the five year old boy said.

"Me too momma, I want ta eat," said the little girl.

"Could I buy lunch for you and the children?"

"Oh no, no that would be asking too much especially the way my children behave."

"They're not a problem. We can go to the food court, they kids can use McDonald's playground and you can rest."

"If you're sure it's all right? Eating with three children can be quite an experience."

"It's not a problem. I take my nieces and nephews out to eat all the time; they behave the same way."

"Okay, thank you. You're very kind." 

Wilson gave Sally thirty dollars. "This should be enough." 

"Do you like hamburgers or chicken nuggets?" She hesitantly took the money.

"Both are fine with me."

With Mary Lou in his arms, he led David and Lynette to the central play area. He tended the infant, who cooed contentedly, while the toddlers ran in circles, played leap frog, and hide and seek. 

Sally returned with four plastic bags.

"Mommy! Mommy! Why were ya gone so long? What did ya buy me? I'm hungry when is we gonna ta eat?" David, the five year old asked.

She placed the bags on a table and returned Wilson's change. She kissed her children and distributed the food and drinks. She took Mary Lou from Wilson, "I can't thank you enough. It was wonderful being able to shop and buy food without worrying about the kids."

"It was my pleasure. They pretty much took care of themselves. All I did was watch." He also watched Sally who didn't have an outstanding feature, but she had a nice personality. 

As he ate he asked, "Where do you work?"

"I'm a clerk at a Hallmark Shop called Carols in the mall. I'm shopping here because its close and I don't have transportation. What do you do?"

"I'm a computer programmer for Burroughs and Chapin. You said you were divorced."

"Yes, after six years of physical and emotional abuse and three kids."

"I'm sorry; it must be difficult for you."

"It is. I love being a mom, even though it's difficult dealing with three children on my income."

"How do you manage?"

"Not well, I get child support from Richard, food stamps, mys help a little, and I work, but its hand to mouth most of the time. What I miss most is the adult affection, err I mean adult companionship."

Wilson's attention perked up. "If you don't have a car why don't you let me take you home? I have a truck which will hold the five of us and your packages."

"Thanks for the offer but you've already done too much. We can catch a bus."

"No, I insist. You're packages can go in my tool chest and we can all jam into the cab. Let the kids play a little longer, and I'll bring my truck around to the Food Court entrance."

Looking thoughtfully, she smiled a crooked smile and said, "Okay, a ride would be nice and my children will be easier to manage." 

* * * *

The ride was wild. The kids loved the truck but couldn't sit still. They had to be restrained several times to prevent him from running off the road. He was thankful when they arrived at the apartment.

Carrying bags and herding kids, he helped them to their third floor apartment. The place was a wreck: toys, clothes, paper were everywhere. He placed the bags on the kitchen table. Sally settled the kids in front of the TV and walked with him to the door.

"Thank you so much for the food, the ride, and helping with the children. Will I see you again?" She asked her hand clutching his.

"Do you want too?" He looked dumbfounded.

"Yes, I'd like that very much."

"How about I bring Christmas dinner? What will the children eat?" Wilson the shy computer programmer asked.

She laughed, "Chicken fingers and French fries. It not a traditional Christmas dinner but it's what they like."

"Chicken fingers it is. What time and what would you like?"

"I like everything, why don't you surprise me. We usually eat around six, is that okay?"

"I'll be here." 

She took him by the arm and kissed him on the cheek. Why did I do that she thought. He's not good looking, but he's nice and good with the kids.

Wilson walked to his truck rubbing his cheek with his hand and smiling happily.

* * * *

He arrived ten minutes after six. A miracle had occurred. The apartment was spotless; the kids were scrubbed and neatly dressed. Sally wore a dress that disclosed womanly curves, her long brown hair was hanging down her back, and her face was made up.  

The kids went crazy over the food, soda, and ice cream. They actually sat at the table for five minutes before beginning a parade between the kitchen, the living room and their Christmas toys. Sally fed Mary Lou giving Wilson quick glances. They ate Colonel Sander's fried chicken and talked until seven. In the living room they watched cartoons, and Dave and Lynette displayed all their presents for him.

"Can you stay while I get the kids ready for bed?

"Yes, I'd like too." The only female companionship he had that wasn't family was his favorite whore he saw twice a month.

Dave and Lynette came out to thank him and gave him hugs and kisses. "Thank you Wilson for bringing us Christmas dinner. We like you a lot. Thanks for coming."

The children slept at last. 

It had been more than a year since I've been with a man. He isn't in Richard's class, but he's nice. My pussy lips are contracting and my nipples hardening. Does he want me? Should I be assertive? I want him. I want his kisses. I want his cock. 

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" She led him into the kitchen, brushed against him when she poured the coffee, and touched his hand when she added Half and Half. 

"Can you stay for awhile and watch TV now that it's quieted down?

"Yes, I' like too."

She guided him into the living room and sat next to him on the couch. They watched TV for a few minutes before she leaned toward him and their shoulders touched. A spark of static electricity leaped between them. Anxiously, not sure what to do he stretched and placed his arm along the back of the couch.

His arm behind me is exciting. I'm as nervous as a virgin anticipating his next move. She cautiously placed her hand on his thigh.

Without conscious thought he slid his arm to her shoulders. He started to pull it back, but she took his hand holding it in place.

I'm thrilled by his arm around me. It's making me hornier. Turning her head, she saw him staring at her. Embolden she moved her lips toward his but stopped short.

Wilson's face flushed, her hand was near his hard on. He closed the distance between them and wet her lips with his. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have."

"I wanted you too." She returned his kiss and moved her hand up his thigh.

He pulled her closer and pressed his lips harder against hers.

I'm thrilled. He wants me as much as I want him. She pulled his hand from her shoulder to her breast, and inched her other hand to his crotch.

He squeezed her breast and pulled her hand to his erection.

He does want me. I love his tongue in my mouth and my hand on his cock. Oh God, it's so big. He tastes and feels so good. I'm leaking and my nipples are on fire.

"Mommy," a voice rang from a bedroom.

* * * *

They were shaken upright.

"That's Lynette, I have to go or she'll be out here. Please, don't leave. I'll be right back. Sally rocked Lynette to and fro. I hope this doesn't cause him to lose his desire. I need him close to me--in me. I'm a mother, but I'm a woman to Wilson. He's so gentle and caring. He's not handsome, but he wants me as much as I want him. Mandy was asleep and breathing softly. Standing, she removed her bra through the sleeve of her blouse and took off her crotch-soaked panties. She was ready if what she hopped would happen--happened.

They smiled shyly approaching each other. She placed her hands in his. Her body was as tight as a loaded spring. She was perspiring from lust, and her juices slipped from her pussy down her leg. Anticipation caused her to shudder.

He stared into her brown eyes. 

"Wilson, I want you. I need you."

"Are you sure? What about the children?"

She placed his hands on her breasts, pulled him to her, and kissed him. My God, his touch and his kiss are causing my nipples to tingle and my cunt to convulse. "Not here--the children." She led him to her bedroom. The bed had been neatly made, with a blue bedspread. The scent of orange filled the room. A single light dimly lit the room. She removed her blouse baring her breasts. I'm topless in front of a horny man, a man whose cock I want. I hope he's pleased with my breasts.

Wilson watched intrigued. Aside from a topless dancer or a whore she was the first woman he'd seen half naked. 

She slipped out of her skirt, dropped to the floor, and stepped out of it. She was conscious of the fluids gleaming on her inner thighs, the roll of cellulite around her stomach and hips, but she couldn't stand still because of her eagerness. 

He kicked his loafers away and rapidly but awkwardly removed his cloths over his noticeable pot belly.

Sally threw the comforter to the floor, crawled into the bed, stuffed a pillow under her hips, and spread her legs opening herself to him.

Wilson placed a knee on the bed.

"Mommy!" Came a cry.

"It's Lynette again. I have to go." She put on a robe and left the room. I was about to get what I wanted and Lyn is crying again. His cock looks so good. I hope he can keep it up. She ran to her crying child.

Sally's heart dropped as she rushed to the other bedroom. A sip of water and a little 

rocking was all it took to get her back to sleep. She hurried back to the bedroom fingering her clit and praying Wilson was erect.

"I'm sorry about Lynette," she said jumping into the bed while noting his dripping erection.

"I understand Sally its okay."

She smiled, fingered her clit, spread her legs, and opened her arms to him.

He crawled between her legs and toward her cunt.

She was hungry for him; she took his cock in her hand and guided him toward her entrance. 

The tip of his shaft parted the jungle of hair surrounding her slit. He inched his cock into her wet and willing pussy until he could go no deeper.

They sighed simultaneously.

His thumping cock was buried in paradise. He lifted himself to his hands and stared into her eyes.

"Wow! You're amazing," He planted kisses all over her face.

I'm giddy. His cock filling me is awesome and his kisses so unexpected. "Thank you, I've dreamed of this since we met." She tightened her vaginal muscles around his staff holding him in place.

"I felt the same way." 

They lay still staring at each other.

"I usually come quickly." 

"It's okay, whatever happens, happens," she lifted her pelvis, grabbed his hips, and pulled him toward her. 

She pushed him back and pulled him into her again. An orgasm would be nice, but having him filling and slowly stroking me is wonderful.

They got into a rhythm and over a long period of time they stimulated each other as sensations built slowly to a peak. Faster and faster they moved until a thunderbolt of lightning surged between them and they climaxed--groaning.

The night didn't end there. They kissed, massaged, fondled, and rubbed each other until he was erect again. 

He rode her. 

She rode him. 

They wanted to please each other--they did.

I lost count of my orgasms, but I'll never forget the ecstasy. 



Never Forget Your Roots



"Jack...Jack are you awake."

My partially numbed mind first registered the harsh sound of the door being slid open then those words as she entered the van. Why was I sleeping in the van, well our house was full, full of all the relatives who were visiting during my sister's wedding. As for the van, it's an old style VW camper; you know the type where the whole roof lifts up to give you headroom.

Being male, tidiness is never a strong point and within seconds my visitor was cursing under her breath as she made her way towards the makeshift bed. With half opened eyes I watched as she got undressed then laid her dress over the driving seat; through the translucent roof a full moon revealed what a great body she had. God I wished she would talk some more, for whoever she was, she was certainly very attractive. I wasn't prepared for the thoughts I was having. I wasn't thinking about anything sexual in particular, but here we were going to be sleeping in the same bed and my loins were beginning to stir.

She kind of smiled at me as she knelt at the foot of the bed ready for the crawl forward, the moonlight revealing a deep furrow in her chest. Sensing her approach I slid over as far as I could before she nervously got in beside me. She faced away from me, causing her arse to brush against me for a brief moment. I couldn't stop myself from getting hard even though I didn't want to; I had to face away from her so I wasn't poking her.

"You don't have to roll over," she said, "I don't mind if you spoon me."

"Oh, I...uh, just getting comfortable," I answered.

For the next few minutes, I tried to think about something else, but my erection just wouldn't go down. Everytime she moved I got a waft of her scent; Jesus, how am I expected to sleep like this, for starter's I'm on my wrong side and my penis felt as if it would reach the moon.

She rolled over, faced my back then placed a hand on my hip.

"Are you embarrassed to be sleeping with me?" she asked.

I turned my head, but not my body. "Of course not."

"Then roll over. I can't talk to you with your back facing me."

"I...can't," I replied stupidly.

"Why not?"

"Because...Because I just can't!"

The bed gave a little shake as my female companion gave a little giggle.

"Really?" she asked. "You were never this shy when you last had an erection to show off?"

Suddenly it clicked. "Susan is that you."

"At last; I was beginning to wonder if you would remember me, now don't be embarrassed, I promise I won't look under the covers. Well not just yet."

I slowly rolled over and faced her, making sure there was enough space between us; it wasn't easy, for in the van you're trapped in on three sides and normally one has to move in synchronisation.

"Don't worry about...touching me; your little porky pig." teasing me as she recalled my unflattering childhood name for her.

"But, it's embarrassing. I've got nothing on. I didn't expect visitor's...especially you."

She giggled. "Yes, I expect it has been a shock for you, especially dropping in like this but there was no room in the house and it was your Mum who suggested I should come out here."

I moved a few inches closer to her, and misjudged the length of my penis. I jabbed her groin lightly, making her eyes go wide. She tried not to snigger, while I tried to shift myself so I wasn't touching her. 

"Sorry," I said.

"That's okay we're almost family, so I guess that stuff shouldn't bother us."

"That's easy for you to say," I replied. "Your boobs have certainly come-on since we were last in bed together. Remember those days in Mum and Dad's old caravan."

She laughed. ."Ah yes, those days of innocents, where as kids you, me and Sarah would play Doctor's and Nurses or the like, anything so we could explore each others bodies.

"Look, let's just forget about my erection and your boobs and try and get some sleep."

"How do we do that?"

"Well...you roll over onto your normal side and we'll take it from there." I murmured, now feeling the full effects of the party.

With that Susan rolled over on to her left side and I soon followed, in effect we were spooning but with a small gap between us on account of my slowly dwindling erection.

"Move closer," she said.

I complied, and scooted closer until our bodies gelled. My chest pressed against her back, my hand resting gently against her belly.

"Hmm, this is much better," she said.

I didn't know what to say. I enjoyed her warmth pressed against me. My penis twitched and jumped a couple of times, Susan responded by moving her body even harder against me.

"Is that better?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said.

Surprisingly, we both soon fell asleep. When I awoke, we were still positioned as we slept; my hard penis was nestled tight against the cheeks of her arse. I didn't need to glance at my watch, for it was still early dawn. No one would be up yet and through habit knew I couldn't get back to sleep. I put my hand back onto Susan's hip, and ground my penis into her arse gently.

She stirred and moved back against me.

"Mmmm...If you're thinking the same as me, it'll be a nice way to start the morning" mumbled Susan still half asleep, but responding to my movements.

Carefully I unfastened her bra which I then removed with some help from Susan; her panties came off next again with some help. Soon we both lay there naked, me fully aroused, Susan totally unmoved.

I gently nudged my penis into the cheeks of her arse again. She squirmed a bit then muttered.

"I need to get more comfortable."

With this she opened her legs slightly and pushed back with her arse. Suddenly the head of my penis was entombed in a warm wet tunnel; I gently thrust forward as far as I could go.

"Mmmm...just as I thought" mumbled Susan

I shook my head, not sure what she meant. I gently thrust into her again then resting my hand on her stomach I began to slowly and gently fuck her. It wasn't long before she joined in by working her vaginal muscles, Jesus, when they wanted to be, they were tight and once in their grip it was agony for me to complete a stroke.

After a few minutes I felt myself starting to cum. I stopped hoping the sensation would pass, but Susan just carried on squeezing her muscles around my shaft, and that was it I couldn't stop myself cumming.

I held her tightly against my body as I thrust myself into her. I figured if I was going to cum, I was going to make sure it felt good. I pressed against her tightly and squirted cum into her, my hand found a nipple which I tweaked with every spurt of cum.

When I was finished, I didn't know what to do. I released my grip on her, and she didn't move. 

I sensed that she had fallen asleep, but I was still wide awake. We were both naked, and my somewhat shrinking penis was still entombed within the cheeks of her arse. I couldn't believe what I had done, and that she had gone along with it.

I must have dropped back off to sleep for the next thing I heard was a banging on the door and someone shouting that breakfast was ready. Susan got up and stretched, giving me a wonderful view of her naked body. Boy had she changed since our last naked encounter, done was the podgy body of a juvenile, before me stood a mature woman, a wee bit heavy in the bust but the rest, well I think one would call it toned. She glanced back at me and smiled, and then started dressing. I lay in bed until she had left, and then got dressed myself. When I went into the kitchen, people was sitting around the table while mum cooked breakfast. I glanced at her, she smiled knowingly at me.

That day, most of my enlarged family said their goodbyes and left. Susan said that she had to run some Auntie and Uncle home but she would be back in the evening; Mum overheard this and again just smiled, from the look on her face I got the impression that a bit of match making was taking place.

Susan returned back at our place just in time for supper, after my parents had gone to bed we talked about the old times, the times before she and her parents had moved away. That night I eagerly waited for Susan in my room. Now, my room was in fact a converted garage, Dad had converted it whilst grandmother was alive, this was in the days before granny flats had even been thought of, it was self contained and in many ways a real honey trap. When Susan arrived she shut the door then just stood before me wearing a dressing gown.

"Trackers?" she said. "Are we going somewhere?"

I didn't say anything. She just undid the belt to her gown then shimmed her shoulders until it fell to the ground for underneath she was totally naked, I had only a second to take in her nudity before she turned the lights off. I shed my trackers as she crawled into bed where I quickly joined her.

"Are you mad?" I asked.

She frowned. "Why?"

"Taking a chance coming to my room"

She paused. "You started something this morning, now I want to finish it."

With Susan resting her head on my chest and gently teasing a nipple we started to talk about our love life, not expecting her warm grip I jumped as I felt her fingers wrap around my penis, where she played lightly on its length.

I stretched my arm down and lightly circled the small of her back, occasionally extending my reach towards her arse; she acknowledged this by gently relaxing her buttocks so I had better access to her anus. We played with each other like this for a while until I wanted to feel her pussy. Soon we reversed positions and I ran my hand down her chest and stomach, until I reached her lower belly. She shifted so I could reach her crotch, and I soon felt her neatly trimmed pussy. I traced her slit up and down, and bravely entered her with my finger.

Her gentle rubbing on my penis soon turned into full masturbation. I didn't know if she wanted me to cum, so I distracted myself by playing with her pussy. She began to moan, and I began to touch up her anus whilst I fingered her.

She tensed suddenly and her body spasmed. I felt her pussy tighten and contract around my finger. She gasped and her face contorted, and I realised she was having an orgasm. After she finished, she looked at me contentedly.

"How many years has it been?" I asked.

"Too long." she replied"

"Do you want to...?"

She thought for a moment and then nodded. I got on top of her and guided my penis to her warm wet hole. I thrust forward then briefly felt some resistance which I carefully pushed past. She gasped as she slowly took in my full length. I lay still on top of her; I could feel her heart beating through my chest. She held me tightly against her while she adjusted to the feeling of a penis inside of her for a very long time.

I started fucking her, slowly at first then as she gripped my hips with her legs and dug her heels unto my arse I fucked her harder until we had a rhythm going. I watched as her body tensed up once more, and she had another orgasm. I was amazed I was lasting this long, but when I felt her vaginal muscles grip my cock, I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

I started to pull out, but she held me inside of her.

"No...No cum in me," she said. "Cum in my pussy. It's alright."

I trusted her and resumed humping. Our eyes were locked together as I fucked her pussy even harder, and she could feel my penis throb and twitch inside of her. I grunted and released my semen into her, squirting endlessly inside of her belly. When I finally finished, we just stared at each other panting, my penis still inside of her.

Susan smiled. "That was much better than this morning."

I smiled, "Yeah, for me too."

"Jack...There is one thing though...I'm Susan not Sarah."

"Pardon"

"You know what I'm on about, Sarah and I have remained friends for years, I know all about you and her, she use to write to me quite frequently about your love making, how such a kind and loving person you were. She also described how cut up you were when she found a husband, a man in many ways just like you. It was through her letters that I realised that I still loved you and for months all I wished for was to be by your side, to help you through your agony and when I received the wedding invitation, Sis and I thought, with Mum's help that this would be the ideal time for us to get back together."

Too dumbstruck, I shrugged my shoulders and offered no immediate reply. After all I had just had the fuck of my life and possibly many more to come.

End



Never Forgetful



Cristal just got off work and was driving home in her car. Stress and Fatigue filled her thoughts. Working a 9 to 5 job was tough on her young system. She had no time for herself. Moving a gentile hand to her stereo and turning the dial, popping in her favorite CD. Smiling to herself. pulling to the side of the deserted road. Looking over the orange glow of the sunset passing over the trees and separating her thoughts. Getting out of the car and sitting on the hood. Taking off her shoes and throwing them over the edge of the road into the lake below. laying back on the hood and feeling the road shake because of her music. 

She sits up as she feels a Car approach. Slyly opening her legs letting the Warm breeze lift her skirt. The Car slows down, pulls up behind her car, and parks. She smiles to herself as she hears a door close. The stranger walks beside her, and runs a finger down her arm. She turns her face to look at who it may be. Sexy eyes met hers. She gasps softly. He moves a palm to caress her cheek and runs his fingertips through her hair. Closing her eyes and moving her palm to his to caress it. He smiles at her. moves his fingertips to her lips as runs across there fullness. Her lips part lightly and a sigh escapes. Moving to the front of the car, as he moves his palms to her hips and pulls her down to meet him. Looking deeply into her eyes and brushing his lips across her cheek. the orange glow from the sun burning in his eyes. Completely enveloped in his lust she rubs her legs along his hips. he lovingly moves his palm through her hair to the back of her neck as he presses his lips to hers lightly. closing her eyes and parting her lips to invite his tongue to dance with hers. the warm breath of this stranger feeding her hunger, and deepening her desire. 

Kissing her stranger with passion he moans lightly. Moving his one hand to caress her leg along his hip, moving his fingertips up slowly. Gasping into the kiss she arches lightly to his groin. Moving his palm from her neck to her shirt and unbuttoning it slowly. Rolling his strong fingertips around each button as he exposes her soft flesh. His fingertips like fire against his flesh. She moans sweetly. He breaks the kiss and moves his lips across the hollow of her throat. then licks a way to her ear lob. Moving his hand into her bra and cupping her breast as he sucks softly on the nape of her neck. Tasting her flesh. His other hand dipping between her thighs feeling the moistness along her panties. Moving his lips slowly to the tip of her ear lob and whispering " You are wet, my sweet", then kissing his way to her shoulder and slipping her bra strap off with his teeth. Moving his palm in her panties and slipping his index finger along her slit. She gasps and moans softly.

Licking with the flat of his tongue along her collar bone to her other shoulder and biting softly. lifting the other strap with his teeth as his hand moves from her breast and to her sleeve on her shirt. Slowly and deftly he takes off her shirt. moving his head back to look over her skin, Smiling. He moves his hand to her back and undoes her bra. Moving his palm down to the small of her back and pulling the straps off with his lips. He grabs the middle of the bra in his mouth and pulls it off her breasts, letting it fall from him. Moving his lips back to hers and kissing her passionately. Pressing his hand against her back and pulling her to him hard, letting her feel his hardness. his palm tight along her warm moist slit. Lifting his head from her lips and kissing down the middle of her chest. Moving his hand lower and putting his thumb at the edge of her opening. Licking around her nipple as he enters his thumb, moving it into her and leaving it there. Feeling her pussy tighten around it.

She lets out a moan. He caresses her back with his palm as he fingers her slowly. Moving his lips between her nipple, and sucking it into his mouth. Feeling her jump lightly with pleasure. moving away from her. Looking into her eyes and he moves both hands under her skirt and to her panties. Ripping them off without blinking. She gasps and smiles up at him. he kneels on the ground and slides his hands to her hips, pulling her pussy to his mouth. Not moving his lips at first. Just smelling the sweetness of her. Then licking in one long stroke from her anus to the top of her clit. Holding her hips down on the hood of the car as she bucks softly. Moving the tip of his tongue to caress the inner parts of her pussy lips. then flatting his tongue and licking the folds around her clit open. Hearing her moan louder. He takes a deep breath and begins to devour her. Tongue lapping at her clit, her pussy, everything. Moaning as he feels her anus retract, knowing she is close. he moves one hand to join him. Holding the other to stomach as he enters a finger into her hole. Licking continues over the soft pedals. fingering her a little faster, her pussy grabbing it. then feeling her hips raise and licking harder. She screams out. He smiles. He licks his way back to her hole and licks it deeply. Swallowing her sweet juices.

He stands, his finger still buried in the warmth. he undoes his pants, slipping them over his strong hips. His hard cock ready to indulge in her beauty. He removes his finger and lifts her legs to his shoulders. Kissing her ankles as he inches his cock into her. First the head. Bobbing slowly around. then another inch. She wiggles uncontrollably. Then he buries his cock into her sweet pussy. She screams out again. not moving. Feeling his cock deep inside her she looks up into his gaze. Lost in his passion. He begins to thrust into her. Softly at fist. Sliding his cock all the way in. Then all the way out. she hears him groan softly. He looks down at her and caresses her cheek with his palm as he thrusts deeper. Harder. Faster. closing her eyes and moaning passionately. He smiles and pumps his love into her. feeling the cum build in his balls. He tightens. Gliding his cock through her wetness. touching her walls. He bites her ankle softly as he groans loudly. Filling her sweet pussy with his cum. She screams out again. cumming with him as she feels his heat.

He shakes lightly, looking down at his lover. The glow over her cheeks and eyes more desirable then he could imagine. He lets her legs down and pulls her so she is sitting up. runs his thumb over her quivering lips and kisses her lightly. Then walks to his car, gets in and drives away. She smiles. Gets her shirt back on and gets in her car. giggling to herself. Pulls the car into drive and goes home.