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Rainy Day Rubdown

By: patricia51



Cindy wasn't exactly sure when she had decided to seduce Gina. But it was firm and now she had to figure out how she was going to do it. She wasn't sure what steps to take but realized her desire for her older coworker was growing stronger each day.

Cindy had been working at this branch of a major bookselling chain for about 4 months when Gina first came to work. Cindy worked evenings and went to college during the day. She was a junior, single and 20 years old. She liked the evening shift, which gave her a chance to study after the early rush.

Gina on the other hand was in her late 40's. She was taller than Cindy's 5 foot 5 inches by three inches and had a more rounded and softer body. Both women had light brown hair, although Cindy had blue eyes and Gina's were gray. Small talk had revealed Gina had come back into the workforce after her youngest child had left home. She liked the evening shift because her husband worked nights as an electrician at one of the nearby manufacturing plants. She had told Cindy this allowed them time together during the day.

Gina had laughed, "He gets paid more for working the nights and with all three kids in college we can use every dime."

The offhand comment had given Cindy pause for a bit. She had not really considered that Gina's children were probably her own age. She thought it over carefully. Was she attracted to Gina as some kind of mother figure? Decidedly not, she thought. Cindy had found herself becoming interested in other women about 2 years before. That had lead her to several encounters with college acquaintances. As delightful as they were she had been thinking an older, more experienced woman would be more exciting. Gina was older and quite attractive. Since Cindy had not noticed her showing any apparent interest in the other girls other than friendly conversation, seducing her would be would be a challenge as well as fun.

Cindy found that apart from anything else she enjoyed Gina's company. Gina had traveled, was well read and intelligent. Cindy also discovered she had a wicked sense of humor. Most of the other females wore clothes that pushed the term "casual" to its limits. Gina wore nice clothes that flattered her older figure. These outfits often included skirts that let Cindy discover that Gina had a very nice pair of legs and a rather cute bubble butt. Cindy made it a point to go out of her way to find ways of working with Gina and becoming closer friends. They began to arrange their working hours more closely together and took to having coffee after work.

Additionally, Cindy made an effort to lessen the personal space Gina felt with her. Without being too open, Cindy took every opportunity to stand close to Gina. Whenever it was possible Cindy would touch Gina, very briefly at first, growing to longer periods of resting her hand on Gina's arm or shoulder. Cindy was careful not to rush and would casually withdraw if ever she sensed her friend was becoming uncomfortable. Over the weeks her efforts had paid off to the point that Gina seemed to almost expect Cindy would stand very close, touch her or even brush alongside her.

One evening the two of them were working late unpacking a shipment that had arrived at closing. Since neither of them felt the need to rush home after store hours the manager had developed the habit of letting the two of them shut every thing down after the safe had been locked up. The two women had even started sitting together a bit and talking about the day. Cindy had been thrilled at the latest development as she took the opportunity to use a love seat in the reading area that allowed her physical contact with the object of her attentions. They had not had an opportunity to relax though when the storm that had threatened all day finally broke.

"You make a break for it Gina," advised Cindy. "Its going to get worse and it would be a shame to ruin that lovely outfit." She had admired Gina's skirt and matching blouse all afternoon, especially when Gina had stooped to pick something up. Cindy had not been able to resist once bending over and peeking as Gina had fumbled in a box. Cindy was quite surprised, and very delighted, to discover Gina had dispensed with panties under her pantyhose.

"Okay, Cindy," the other woman replied. She grabbed her pocketbook and covered her head with an old newspaper. "You come right on too, it does look like it's getting really bad."

"Don't worry, I will." Cindy let Gina out and watched the woman run towards her car. She locked the door and went into the back room to turn the lights out and check the loading door. She came out front to set the alarm and heard a frantic tapping of keys on the window by the door. Peering she suddenly realized it was Gina and ran to open the front door.

Gina burst through the door completely drenched from head to foot. "That darn car! The automatic locks won't open. I was dancing around the parking lot trying to get any door to open. Look at me, "she wailed. "I'm a mess. And my husband's car is in the shop so he can't come get me. How am I going to get home?"

For one moment Cindy completely went blank. Then she noticed how Gina's wet clothes were clinging to her, completely outlining her shapely body. "Gina," she said almost without thinking. "You're a hour away from home and you'll catch your death in those soaking things. I'll run you to my apartment. Its only 10 minutes away and you can dry off and wait till the storm passes."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I am. Look at you! You're shivering now. Stand here and I'll get my car," directed Cindy. She raced to her old car, hopped in and pulled it to the door. Gina set the alarm, locked the front door and jumped in the open passenger door. Cindy took one look at Gina's legs, her skirt plastered to them and stepped on the accelerator.

They drove the short distance to Cindy's apartment and rushed through the front door. Cindy unlocked the door and turned on the lights. She looked at her older friend. "Oh my gosh, Gina," She exclaimed. "You're soaked all the way through and you're shivering. Come on." Cindy took Gina's hand and pulled her down the hall.

"Cindy I'm getting your floor drenched!" protested Gina.

"It will clean up latter. No arguments now." Cindy led Gina into the bathroom off her bedroom. Take your clothes off and put them on the sink. Then take a hot shower and warm up. I'll hang your clothes and get you something to wear. Gina smiled in thanks and then completely surprised Cindy by kissing her on the cheek.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Cindy answered with a smile. She took the opportunity to return Gina's kiss, but "accidentally' missed her mark and kissed Gina briefly on the lips. She pretended to not notice what she had done but closed the door and called out, "Tell me when you're in and I'll bring you something to wear and get your wet things."

After a minute or two Gina called out she was in the shower. Cindy returned, bringing a white terrycloth robe that she hung on the door hook. She scooped up Gina's wet things and hesitated. She couldn't resist taking a quick peek through the translucent shower door. Just the outline of Gina's nude form and the half seen body were enough to completely fire Cindy's determination. She slipped carefully out and all but ran to hang up Gina's clothes. She hurriedly got out of her own clothes, donning a very short silk robe held closed with a simple tie at the waist.

"Don't take all night Gina," Cindy called through the door.

Laughing, Gina replied, "But it feels So GOOD Cindy."

"Well, come on out and I'll give you a back rub. I bet I can make that feel even better."

"Oh, that sounds lovely," Gina said eagerly. "Be out in a minute." 

If not quite that fast Gina did appear shortly in the bedroom. Cindy had thought this opportunity through while Gina was in the shower and had prepared. The bedroom was lit with candles and she had warmed some oils. She directed the older woman to stretch out on the bed and make herself comfortable. "Here, Gina," She said as she handed her a large dry towel, "Slip that robe off and put this over you." Cindy carefully appeared to neither stare nor look away as Gina took the robe off and placed it on the nightstand before laying down and draping the towel over her bottom.

Gina knelt beside Gina and carefully dribbled some of the warmed massage oil over the woman's back. She slowly spread it and began to gently rub Gina's shoulders. At first she was careful to confine her attentions to Gina's shoulders and her back around the shoulder blades. As she felt the other woman relax she began to deepen her efforts and moved her hands farther down. Slowly she worked her way down to the small of Gina's back. She began to use long strokes, all the way up to the shoulders again and then back down. Each time she pushed the towel a little farther down over Gina's hips, exposing the swell of her bottom and the very top of her cleft.

Getting bolder Cindy took her next step. She swung her bended leg over Gina's hips and settled herself in a straddle over the lower part of Gina's bottom. She spread her hands a bit more and made the next stroke up along the edge of Gina's back, with her fingers along her sides. This allowed her to lightly brush her fingers over the sides of Gina's breasts where they peeked out a bit from under her. Cindy returned the same way, letting her fingers move slowly when they passed the breasts again. The only response from Gina was a shiver and the sound of a low moan.

Cindy shifted herself several times during the next few minutes as she continued the massage. Leaning a bit from side to side as she worked the muscles in the lower back she continued to bunch and move the towel until it was only a strip across part of Gina's full bottom. The strokes of Cindy's hands moved farther down Gina's round cheeks and caressed them a little more at each touch. Cindy had moved so that each time she leaned forward to rub Gina's shoulders her full brown bush touched Gina's butt. On one upstroke she all but rubbed herself on Gina's ass. She heard another moan and felt Gina's legs begin to part bit by bit.

Cindy untied her own light robe and slipped it off, carefully letting it fall where Gina could not see or feel it. On the next full stroke she let the tips of her nipples barely brush Gina's back, so gently the older woman would not be completely sure what it was. On the stroke down Cindy let her thumbs begin to slip into the cleft of Gina's ass. Once again, the only reactions were a low sound, not apparently of protest, followed by the detection by Cindy of the hint of the scent of a woman's arousal. Since she had been aroused herself for sometime she was sure it was from Gina.

With that Cindy could no longer restrain herself. She stretched full length against Gina for one long moment and then slipped off to the side and rolled the older woman over onto her back. In a fleeting glance she took in Gina's body. Gina's breasts were larger than her own, a full 36C tipped by large brown aureole as opposed to her own smaller 34B breasts. Gina's stomach was softer and swelled into her mound, evidence showing of her long ago pregnancies. All this took but an instant to Cindy's hungry eyes as she pressed herself to her surprised friend and kissed her.

"CINDY!" Gina exclaimed as she pulled her mouth away. "What are you doing....mummmmmphhhh." Gina's words of protest broke off as Cindy relocked her mouth on Gina's, smothering the rest.

Cindy savored the feel of Gina's lips against her own. She slid her arms around her and pulled her close. The younger woman let her mouth slip to the junction of Gina's neck and shoulder where she began to kiss and suck the looser skin, marveling at how soft and smooth it still was. Her right hand came around from behind Gina and settled on the left breast, cupping it and feeling the nipple harden on the palm as she gently squeezed it.

Gina tried to protest again. "Cindy, please. You have to stop this." She tried feebly to push Gina off her. "I'm not ... Cindy ... I never meant for this... don't." Cindy ignored Gina's words of denial as she felt the body under her responding to her ministrations. Both Gina's nipples were growing hard and Cindy felt the other woman's body begin to move under her, pushing back as Cindy slid on top of her.

Cindy parted Gina's legs with her knee and began to rub the front of her thigh against Gina's mons. She kissed the hollow of Gina's throat and let her lips trail over the older woman's chest until her mouth captured the available nipple of the right breast. Cindy's body had shifted a bit, allowing her the freedom to continue to stimulate Gina with her thigh as her mouth drew Gina's breast in. She sucked Gina's soft breast deep into her mouth and held it in a wet, warm grasp. Her fingers on the other breast toyed with the stiff nipple, taking it and rolling it gently in tiny circles. Finally, Cindy allowed her other hand to stroke down over Gina's stomach and replace her thigh between the older woman's legs.

By now Gina's protests had become moans of passion. Cindy felt Gina's hands settle on her head and begin to stroke her hair. Cindy gently bit Gina's one nipple and pinched the other. The resulting gasp encouraged her to move down Gina's body, licking and kissing over the older woman's soft stomach and to the very top of her curly black haired bush. Her hands stroked over Gina's sides and came to rest on her hips.

For one brief moment Cindy hesitated before making the final movement. Her momentary pause was ended when she heard Gina gasp, "Please Cindy, please," and then she felt Gina's hands touch the top of her head and push her down. Cindy began to kiss all over Gina's wet pussy. She gently sucked droplets of moisture from the fine hair, working her way till she had parted them and Gina's slit lay open before her.

At the very first touch of Cindy's tongue on her silky folds Gina arched her back and cried out. The older woman wrapped her widespread legs around Cindy and pulled her up to her pussy. Cindy realized that Gina was almost to the edge of orgasm already and slid her tongue quickly into the slit before her and began to lick rapidly up and down. The older woman's sweet nectar was already beginning to pour out of her as she responded to Cindy's tongue. Cindy shifted herself to the top of Gina's slit and touched her tongue tip to the already unhooded clit. A rapid flicking of the hard nubbin combined with Cindy sliding two fingers deep inside Gina's vagina triggered the onrush she was looking for.

Gina cried out loudly. Her internal muscles seized Cindy's fingers as she pumped them in and out of Gina. Cindy took Gina's clit in her lips and shook her head. Gina's locked heels drummed on Cindy's butt, her hands seized Cindy's hair and her head rolled back and forth. With a loud cry Gina shuddered as her orgasm over came her She held Cindy's face to her pussy as her juices poured out, soaking the younger woman's face.

Gina fell back among the tangle of sheets, but Cindy wasn't done yet. Responding to hand pressure and a whispered command Gina rolled onto her stomach. returning to her position between Gina's legs, Cindy's face slid right between Gina's full rounded ass cheeks. Juices from Gina's soaked pussy had already trickled down the ass cleft so Cindy was immediately able to begin lubricating Gina's puckered hole.

"Oh my God, Cindy! What are you doing?" moaned her new lover. "Oh GOD, no one has ever... oh yessssssss ... Cindy ... CINDY!"

Using the abundant moisture Gina pushed her tongue against Gina. The slippery anal ring gave way and Cindy's tongue penetrated deep into Gina's rose. Her tongue slithered in and out of Gina. Thrilled to be going somewhere no one else had ever been Cindy went wild. Her thick tongue curled inside of Gina, rasping at the collection of nerves at the opening. At the same time she returned her two fingers to Gina's pussy and began to pump them in and out again. Gina's cries of passion rose up the scale. As Cindy felt the woman's body tense she pressed her thumb to Gina's clit and rubbed it.

The second orgasm completely overwhelmed Gina. Her whole body thrashed; she clutched Cindy to her and screamed Cindy's name so loudly Cindy was sure the neighbors would hear. Gina shook and shuddered and released another flood of nectar over Cindy.

Cindy slipped from under Gina and slid back up her still quivering body. Taking Gina in her arms she kissed her and then held her close as they both drifted off to sleep.

Gina would repay her younger friend's attentions in full... but that's a story for another day.

(Comments are appreciated as always. Special thanks to my bestest friend Marian for proofreading this. She caught grammar errors, spelling errors and pointed out in one scene I had Cindy and Gina in a position that...well, lets just say if they could get in that one they wouldn't be working in a bookstore.)

Rainy Day Rubdown: Cindy's Story



This is the third story in my Rainy Day series. In the first; Cindy, a 19 year old college student, seduced her coworker Gina, a married woman in her 40's. RDR: Gina's Story, told the story of that night from the point of view of the older woman. I wanted to explore what I thought might happen next. Remember, everything comes with a price.

Cindy decided when she went back to work that the best thing to say would be nothing. She had had a fantastic time seducing Gina, and an even more marvelous time when Gina returned the affection. Still, she knew Gina was feeling guilt over what had happened. Not because of the age difference or even that she was another woman Cindy decided. It was simply because, as Gina had told her, that the older woman had never strayed from her marriage.

Cindy even found herself feeling a bit guilty after she met Tom, Gina's husband when he came by to pick her up to go get her car out of the shop. He was simply a good guy, friendly and warm, with a nice smile and an obvious love for Gina. He even took a moment to thank Cindy for her "taking care of Gina." She actually blushed when he said that, although fortunately he seemed to pass it off as simple embarrassment over being thanked. Cindy thought, "It sure would be easier if he was a jerk."

Gina seemed of a like mind. They chatted amicably and worked together without friction. Cindy was very careful to give Gina back the personal space that she had invaded before. They stopped going for coffee together and didn't sit around after closing chatting. Because of her classes Cindy continued to work the evening shift. She was glad Gina did too.

One immediate change Cindy had noted was that Gina had started coming to work in slacks or even in jeans now. She still dressed very nicely, but the skirts and dresses seemed to be a thing of the past. Cindy missed seeing the older woman's lovely legs but thought it best if they were to pass off that night as a one time affair. She sighed to herself. It had been quite wonderful but she was certainly not going to push and ruin a friendship if that was what the older woman wanted.

About 6 weeks after that night the time came when Cindy and Gina were scheduled to close the store together. Cindy had arrived a few minutes early and was waiting to clock in when Gina breezed in. "Wow," Cindy thought. This afternoon Gina was back in style. Skirt a couple inches above her knees and two inch heels complemented a nice hair arrangement and an attractive ruffled blouse.

"Goodness, Gina," the assistant store manager all but whistled. "Glad to see you're bringing a bit of class back to the store. What's up?"

"Special night tonight," Cindy heard Gina tell the young man. For a moment Cindy was jealous, then reason came back to her. After all, she liked Tom, he was a very nice guy and she hoped the two of them had a good time tonight.

When closing time came Cindy hurried through the routine so that Gina could get on her way. Besides, concentrating on the tasks at hand kept away that lovely memory of Gina spread on her bed that one night. "Must be the dress," she decided. Her very first physical attraction to Gina had been sparked by the older woman's legs.

"Cindy, are you still back there?" called the object of her thoughts.

"Yes, Gina. Just trying to get that darn light over the receiving desk off. I wish they would replace that cord. Its been broken for a month."

Trying to catch the remnant of the pull cord, Cindy wobbled on her tiptoes. A clicking of heels announced Gina had arrived. Cindy froze as she sensed Gina was immediately behind her. She felt Gina's warm breath across her neck and she knew goose bumps had formed. Then she shivered as Gina whispered in her ear, "And now, time for that special evening."

Gina slipped her arms around Cindy's waist and drew her back. Cindy felt the older woman's lips nuzzle her neck at the same time her fingers opened two buttons of Cindy's shirt. Cindy could not suppress her sharp intake of breath as Gina's teeth took her neck and both her hands slid inside her shirt and began to rub her flat stomach, undoing more of Cindy's shirt as they moved.

"Oh God, Gina, are you sure about this?" Cindy managed to gasp. She squirmed under the other woman's relentless assault. One hand now had crept up and under Cindy's bra to began teasing the fast hardening nipple. The other was undoing her belt and unfastening her jeans.

"Mmmmmmmmm, yes I am," replied Gina. "I'm not, I can't, I WON'T deny my attraction to you anymore. I want you and I want you now." With those words Gina's head returned to Cindy's neck and she bit harder and began to suck the soft skin.

Cindy wiggled her hips helping Gina pull her now too confining jeans down. The moment her wet panties were accessible Gina cupped Cindy's soft mons and pushing the crotch aside slid a finger into her. A heave of the other hand pushed Cindy's bra over her breasts. Gina took the stiff nipple in her thumb and forefinger and pinched.

"Oh yes, oh yes, Gina," Cindy moaned. A clatter diverted her for a moment as Gina kicked her heels away. Then Cindy was pushing her panties down and Gina was pushing against her. Cindy realized Gina must have lifted her skirt up to her waist. The older woman undulated against her and Cindy also discovered Gina wore no panties as the older woman's wet pussy pressed against her tailbone. Gina's teeth closed harder on Cindy's neck.

Cindy lost herself in the passion of the moment. Gina's one hand was pinching and pulling her nipple. The other hand rubbed her slit and Cindy opened herself to the penetration of two fingers and the pressure of Gina's thumb against her clit. Finally Gina pushed Cindy tightly against the table, trapping her there and allowing Gina to grind herself against her young lover's ass.

As best she could Cindy bucked her hips back. Each time Gina's fingers slide back inside her young pussy she humped the older woman faster and harder. The caress of her clit brought her almost to the edge. Then Gina twisted Cindy's nipple as hard as she could as the older woman began to shudder. Finally Gina's teeth broke the skin and as the red mark appeared Cindy's orgasm rushed over her.

"Ahhhhhhhhh, yessssssss," Cindy cried. Her call was matched by Gina who had bent the teenager almost all the way over the table edge as she fucked herself on Cindy's ass.

"Arrgggggggghhhhhhh," Gina called wordlessly in her throes. Throwing her arms all the way around Cindy the two women slid to the floor, holding each other up as they shook.

When the spasms had reduced themselves, Cindy shifted to rest in Gina's arms. She tipped back her head and looked in the sparkling, smiling eyes of her lover. Kissing her. Cindy chuckled.

"What's so funny?" laughed Gina in return.

"Us," replied Cindy. "Making love against a desk in the backroom of the store. Can't we think of another place?"

"As a matter of fact, I was," Gina said thoughtfully. "Cindy, next Saturday night we're both off." She hesitated. "We have a shore house. Its right by a nice restaurant and club. We could go out to dinner there and dancing, and have a place to spend the night."

"Why Gina," Cindy smiled. "Are you asking me on a date?" Then she turned serious. "What about Tom?"

"Gosh." Gina thought out loud. "I had not thought of it that way. Yes I am," she said defiantly. "As for Tom," she sobered for a moment too, "He'll be out of town until Sunday night. We'll be back in plenty of time."

That wasn't exactly what Cindy had meant, but she settled for that. She smiled and pulled Gina closer. She whispered, "Its only Tuesday, I hope I can manage to wait that long." She also had a thought but kept it to herself. She had thought of a store she might go to and a dream she had waited to have fulfilled.

The days seemed to pass so slowly. Cindy and Gina resumed having their coffee break together and spending time in each other's company. They were, however, careful not to act inappropriately at the work place. An occasional passing touch or quick look had to suffice for now. They did not see each other after work, letting the anticipation of Saturday build them to a fever pitch.

Finally it was Saturday. Gina had called Cindy and told her she would pick her up at her apartment around 9 in the morning and to dress comfortably. Cindy had agonized, finally deciding on a simple sundress with sandals after trying on and discarding half a dozen outfits. She packed one suitcase for the overnight stay. Smiling wickedly, she slipped her recent purchase into the middle of the case. She was waiting in the doorway when Gina pulled up.

The ride was wonderful. It was a beautiful sunny day. They arrived at the coast in mid-afternoon. Gina parked the car in a lot with several other cars. She explained to Cindy that trails radiating down to two dozen beach houses started here. The developer had made one central parking spot. Another person had taken advantage of the situation and built a restaurant/club at the far end.

"That's where we'll eat supper," Gina nodded towards the club. She popped open the trunk and grabbed a suitcase. "Come on." Cindy retrieved her bag and followed Gina down one of the trails. They came over a slight rise and Cindy gasped. A small little house nestled in the sand dunes. A weather-beaten porch faced the ocean. The salt air breeze took her and almost pushed her away. She spread her arms and almost danced down after Gina.

The house was a delight. Two tiny bedrooms, a shower, kitchenette and living room. The porch faced the beach, with a magnificent view of the waves crashing against the shore. Cindy wanted to instantly go down to the beach. Gina persuaded her to wait long enough to eat something, "To tide us over till dinner," she explained. Then they both scrambled into their suits and headed down to the water's edge.

They took a long stroll, walking together. At one point they hesitantly looked at each other and then took each other's hand. They walked like that for a bit but each felt just a bit uncomfortable. They determinedly lightened up and had a wonderful afternoon, collecting shells and splashing each other running through the water. By the time they got back for supper they were both ravenous and Cindy was very glad indeed Gina had convinced her to eat something earlier.

The restaurant was lovely. Long flowing table clothes covered the small tables. Candles blazed from each centerpiece. Gina ordered a bottle of wine which they sipped, looking in each other's eyes over the rims of the glasses. They had a wonderful meal. Seated close to each other, they were able to touch each other under the concealment of the tablecloth.

As they relaxed after the meal with another glass of wine, the club band began to play. Cindy found her head rocking gently with the music. She saw Gina was also swaying a bit. Once again, under the camouflage of the table they held hands.

Cindy sighed. "I wish we could dance to this Gina. But I don't think," she swept her gaze over the mostly middle-age couples in the restaurant, "It would be appreciated."

Gina's eyes lit up. She signaled for the bill and signed the charge slip. Rising, she motioned to Cindy to follow her.

"Come on," she smiled. "I have a surprise for you."

The two women slipped out of the club and down through the parking lot till they reached the gravel path leading down to the house. Hand in hand they walked along it, past the house and down to the beach. Gina took her shoes off and motioned Cindy to do the same with her sandals. They walked barefooted along the water's edge until they reached a spot where a gully led up into the darkness.

Cindy's eyes widen and a smile burst across her face, "Its amazing, Gina. You can hear the music from the club perfectly."

Gina returned the smile. "Yes, somehow the sound funnels down here. We, that is I, discovered it one night walking here. I'm sometimes amazed the beach isn't full of couples dancing here." She held out her hands to Cindy and added huskily, "But I'm glad its just the two of us."

Cindy slid into the other woman's outstretched arms and nestled against her. Their heads rested on each other shoulders and they began to move together to the soft music. One song finished and they continued to dance together until the next one started.

Cindy could not get over the incredible sensation produced by dancing with another woman. With THIS other woman. She felt Gina's head lift from her shoulder and did the same. She gasped in sheer delight. The moonlight covered them both, allowing their shadows to dance along the sand with them. Gina's eyes sparkled in the silvery light, looking into Cindy's own with a growing passion. Their lips drew together irresistibly. They stopped moving. Cindy felt her body simply melting into Gina.

The music stopped again and this time the two women reacted. As one, they scooped up their abandoned footwear and raced across the white sand. Gina led Cindy up the correct trail and they burst into the small house.

As soon as the door locked behind them Gina took Cindy back into her arms and began to kiss her. They kissed wildly, tugging at each others' clothing. The way to the bedroom was marked by a trail of discarded garments. They reeled through the door and fell to the bed, still kissing.

Cindy rolled on top of Gina and began to kiss her way down the older woman's body. No sooner had she reached Gina's soft throat then she heard a muffled protest. She glanced up. Gina put one hand on Cindy's left hip and the other on her right shoulder and pushed with both. Cindy laughed in delight and followed her lover's unspoken directions to turn her body around.

Cindy straddled Gina's soft rounded body. She slid her own long slender legs past Gina's head. Lowering her head, she placed tiny feather light kisses down the inside of Gina's left thigh. Reaching as far as she could she switched to the smooth inside of the right thigh. This time the kisses carried her right to Gina's full matted bush, already wet with excitement. She dipped her tongue between the swollen lips of Gina's sex. 

At the same time Cindy felt Gina's hands gently but urgently pulling her down to meet the older woman's mouth. The two bodies moved together into the classic 69 position. Each woman devoted her energy to pleasing her partner with seeking lips and stroking tongues.

Each of the them used a different way to please the other. Cindy's fingers carefully opened Gina's pussy and then she used her tongue to dart rapidly in and out of it. She tried to penetrate as deeply as she could into Gina's silky canal, using her stiff tongue to taste the inside of Gina's pussy. She pressed her chin firmly against the top of Gina's slit, mashing hard as her head bobbed up and down.

On the other hand, Gina used her tongue in long flat strokes. She drew it up Cindy's slit till she reached the top where she would flick Cindy's pearl several times. Then she would reverse her course, using the underside of her tongue as she worked back down. Reaching the bottom of Cindy's slit, Gina paused and blew her breath over the quivering folds, chilling Cindy as the air brushed over her wetness.

Both women were beginning to buck against the other's mouth. Gina stopped at the top of one of her strokes and settle her tongue over Cindy's clit. As she laved the hard nub with her tongue she slid one, then two fingers into Cindy. Cindy pressed her face deeper into Gina, driving her tongue as deeply as she could. She reached Gina's equally aroused clit with one fingertip, tapping it, then rubbing it. 

Movements grew faster, breathing more labored. Gina's back began to arch. Cindy responded by molding herself to her older lover's body. Gina drew Cindy's clit into her mouth and sucked it while pressing her fingers into Cindy until they reached that sensitive spot. Cindy felt her orgasm building and responded by furious tongue fucking Gina's pussy. She took Gina's clit in two fingers, squeezing it until she felt Gina's body slam up against her and hold there for one long minute. With Gina's orgasm as the final push Cindy felt herself let go in a blinding flash, soaking her lovers face even as her own was coated in sweet nectar.

After shuddering against each other for what seemed like hours Cindy finally disengaged herself and turned back to face Gina. They kissed gently, taking the opportunity to taste themselves and each other. They wrapped up in each other's arms and fell deeply asleep. They slept late the next morning. It was after 10 o'clock when Cindy forced her eyes open. She smiled, noticing Gina's still sleeping form next to her. She carefully slipped out of the bed and went to the bathroom. She took a quick shower. As she dried off she heard Gina moving around. 

"Gina, honey?" Cindy called. "Could you bring me my toothbrush?" She giggled. "For some strange reason I forgot it last night."

After a minute of two Gina poked her head in the bathroom door. She kissed Cindy and handed her a toothbrush holder. "I see that's not all you forgot," She told Cindy rather cryptically.

As Cindy finished brushing she realized what Gina might be talking about. She rushed back into the bedroom. She was right. Gina stood there with the present Cindy had bought.

"Very nice," commented Gina as she turned the leather and latex strapon combination in her hands. She looked up at Cindy, "I love your imagination. So exactly how do we use this?"

Cindy walked over to Gina. "I'll show you. I hope," she added. She giggled. "I have never done this but I think we'll figure it out. Turn around." As the older woman complied Cindy reached around her. "Hold this there I think," she instructed, placing Gina's hand on the dildo. She then pulled the straps of the harness behind Gina and started adjusting them.

Moments of hilarity ensued as the two women, both completely unfamiliar with their new toy, twisted and turned trying to get the harness properly settled on Gina. At one point the older woman announced, "Cindy, we've got the damn thing on upside down! It CAN'T supposed to be pointing down like that."

Suddenly they had it right. Cindy was kneeling in front of Gina. She swallowed hard as she looked up at her lover. Putting her hands on Gina's hips, Cindy said softly, "Now all we need is to lube it." Suiting her actions to the words Cindy leaned forward and began to lick up and down the length of the shining black dildo. She heard a soft moan from Gina. Following an impulse, Cindy took the head of the girlcock in her lips and began to draw it down into her mouth.

Gina's hands fell onto Cindy's head. As Cindy worked her way down the dildo, pausing every now and then, she heard Gina moan. The more attention she paid to the latex cock the louder Gina's moans became. Gina tangled her fingers in Cindy's hair, combing it and the locking in it. "Oh Cindy," Gina sighed breathlessly. "I never imagined it could feel so marvelous. Where it touches me, the bulge that rides against me, stimulates my clit," Gina panted in half sentences. Her hands urged Cindy on, then stopped.

"Cindy, oh my god Cindy, please, on the bed Cindy. Let me, let me have you," Gina stammered wildly. Both women moved to the rumpled bed, still showing the effects of last night's love-making. Cindy flung herself on her back, reaching up to grasp the bedposts and spreading her legs. She trembled as her eyes watched her married lover approach, the strapon bobbing in the air, slick with her saliva.

Gina knelt between Cindy's legs. Supporting herself with her left hand she took the girlcock in her other hand and rubbed the tip against Cindy. Cindy bent her knees, drawing her legs up slightly. Planting her feet on the bed she lifted her hips to meet Gina. Slowly the head entered her. Cindy gasped and Gina froze. "Are you alright? What's wrong?"




Rainy Day Rubdown: Cindy's Story



"Nothing's wrong Gina. Nothing, except I want the rest of it. God, it feels so good."

Gina nodded and resumed. With the head fully in Cindy, she leaned on both hands and pressed forward with her hips. Cindy was so wet with her excitement that her pussy had no trouble accepting Gina's intrusion. Rather the opposite, her body all but sucked the dildo deep into her. Finally, with another moan from both of them, Gina's bush contacted Cindy's as the toy completely filled her.

"What now," gasped Gina, who was shaking so hard with excitement that the tremors were raising Cindy to a fever pitch. And Gina was feeling the same too from the quaver in her voice.

"Do whatever your, whatever a guy would do, I guess," instructed Cindy. She shied away from any mention of Tom, knowing it would make them both uncomfortable. "Just do it fast Gina, because, oh lord, I can't wait anymore." Cindy matched her words with another up thrust of her hips.

Gina matched Cindy with a push of her own hips. Back and forth she slid her body against Cindy. Each time the cock rasped back and forth in Cindy's trembling folds. Gina was lying full length along her young lover by now. Their arms wrapped around each other. Breasts strained against breasts, hard nipples against equally erect ones. They kissed each other over and over again and the tempo of Gina's hips became faster and faster.

Gina's knees slid apart to provide a firmer base. Cindy had been raising her legs into the air bit by bit. Now with a choked cry she locked her ankles around Gina's back and lifted herself to meet each penetrating thrust. "Oh God, Gina. Ahhhhhhhhh, please." Her hips bucked with wild abandon as she gave herself totally to the older woman. Her head rolled back and forth, whimpering with the wild pleasure Of Gina pounding her with the hard, deep thrusts of her hips.

Cindy had closed her eyes from the sheer enjoyment of it. She opened them and was transfixed by the sight of Gina. Her lover's breasts bounced with each movement of her body. Her face was rapt with concentration as she sped up the rythmatic penetration of Cindy's body. Suddenly her eyes opened too and she stared with wonderment at Cindy.

"Cindy, CINDY, too much, I can't stand it anymore!" Gina threw her head back and with a long cry slammed herself into Cindy one more time and held herself there. Cindy clamped her legs and screamed in reply as her rushing orgasm met Gina's. For a long shuddering minute they held themselves like statutes and then collapsed against each other.

After resting against each other, Gina rolled away. When she did the strapon pulled out of Cindy with a loud sucking "Pop". Both women looked at each other and burst into giggles. Cindy unharnessed her friend and carefully stowed the toy away in her bag.

After a long snuggle together, Gina reluctantly announced they needed to be headed back home. they packed and went up the trail. Cindy reveled even more in the beauty of the place and secretly hoped they could come back here again. This time there was no hesitation or fumbling. Gina took Cindy's hand and they walked all the way to the parking lot like that.

Gina unlocked the car and opened the windows. Although cool, the sun had warmed the car's interior. She then opened the trunk and Cindy put her bag in beside Gina's. Gina closed the trunk and they stood looking at each other for a long silent moment.

"I love you, Cindy." Gina smiled in the young woman's eyes and touched her face.

"I love you too, Gina."

The two of them wrapped their arms around each other and pulled together for a deep, passionate kiss. They were interrupted by a cough.

"Why, Gina O'Bannion." The two women sprang apart. They looked around and Cindy saw Gina turn completely white at the sight of the well dressed couple standing there. The woman continued, "We wondered where you were in church this morning." The man stood back, looking as though he wished he was anywhere else in the world as she added, "By the way, when is Tom coming back to town? We've ALL missed him." With that parting shot the woman turned, took the man's arm and walked away.

"Who was THAT?" Cindy asked. Seeing Gina was trembling she took the other woman's arm. "Gina?"

"That was Tom's boss and his wife, and she's the biggest gossip in our church," Gina said faintly. Grabbing Cindy's hand she pulled her towards the car. "I've got to get home."

"Oh my God," was all Cindy could think of to say.

(To be concluded)

Sorry to end it there, but the next story needs to come from the final viewpoint involved. Rainy Day Rubdown: Tom's Story will be up soon. In the meantime I hope you've enjoyed this part.



Rainy Day Rubdown: Gina's Story



This is the companion piece to my original story "Rainy Day Rubdown" which told how a young woman seduced her older coworker. This story tells the older woman's side.

Gina rolled over in bed, listening to the rain pounding on the roof. She snuggled up against her husband and put one arm around him. Suddenly she realized her hand had contacted the soft swell of a female breast and last night came flooding back to her.

She didn't start or leap out of bed but lay there almost frozen as she sorted out what had happened. She knew exactly where she was and with whom she was with and what had taken place. What she considered now was how it had happened and how she was going to deal with it.

Gina had started working in the bookstore about 6 months ago. Her youngest had finally got out of the house to go to college and she and her husband agreed it would drive her crazy just sitting at home with nothing to do. She lucked out at the bookstore. Her hours were close to Tom's and she enjoyed the work. Since they were both avid readers the discount came in handy too. She liked the other people she worked with, even though they were all much younger than she was.

She had really enjoyed working with Cindy. Cindy was cute, bubbly and fun. She was short and slender, with a trim, lean body that Gina could only remember having once had. Cindy was a junior at the local college and the two of them enjoyed talking. Gina found Cindy had a sly sense of humor and liked hearing Gina's stories about her traveling with Tom when he worked overseas as a contract employee for a multi-national corporation.

On her part Gina enjoyed having a close friend at work. Because of Cindy's day classes and Gina's desire to work as close a shift as possible to her husband's hours they ended up working evenings together and often closed the store. They took to having a coffee break together, sometimes after hours. The two women, as different as they were, became close friends.

The only thing that Gina noticed that occasionally gave her pause was Cindy's lack of personal space boundaries. She was always standing right next to Gina, or even touching Gina. Gina admitted to herself that any time she seemed uncomfortable Cindy would instantly draw away. When coupled with an incident that took place one evening it made her wonder a bit though.

The two of them had been working late. Gina was putting some books on a top shelf, using the small ladder from the storeroom. As she often did, she was wearing a matching skirt and blouse. As she stretched on her tiptoes to fit a couple books on top of the rack she glanced down. Cindy was standing right under her looking up. For a moment, Gina would have sworn Cindy was looking up her dress with an expression of, well, almost sexual interest. Gina, startled, glanced away, shook her head to clear it and looked back. Cindy was still standing there but was looking up at Gina with her normal friendly smile. Gina wondered if she had imagined the whole thing.

Then came the day of the storm. Gina had taken the chance to bolt for her car only to find the locks wouldn't open and she couldn't get in. She had danced about in the pouring rain in complete frustration, compounded by the fact the locks had been acting up for a week and she had forgotten to tell Tom about the problem. She fumbled for her cell phone for an instant before realizing how stupid she was standing in the downpour and rushed back to the store. The overhang gave her a little protection as she frantically tapped on the window to get Cindy's attention.

Just as she began to wonder what could have happened to Cindy the lock grated and Gina all but fell through the door as Cindy opened it.

"Oh my God, Gina! What happened?" exclaimed Cindy. 

Gina explained in a long burst what had happened to her and why her husband probably wouldn't be able to pick her up. She realized she was shivering in the cold air inside the store and wrapped her arms around herself in a futile effort to warm herself up.

Cindy noticed and immediately insisted Gina come home with her and dry off. Upon Gina's grateful acceptance Cindy went off to finish locking the back room up. Gina dug out her cell phone and called Tom. She explained to him what had happened and where she was going.

"That's very nice of Cindy," Tom told her. "Honey, this storm has knocked power out in half the plant and I have no idea when I'll get out of here." He went on to tell her the forecast was the storm was going no where for hours and he might be called on to assist the local power company when the plant was back up. "I'll call the dealer come morning and get your car picked up."

As Gina put her phone back in her purse Cindy came out of the back room and they locked the store behind them and ran to Cindy's car. In less than 10 minutes they were at Cindy's ground floor apartment and Gina was dripping on her kitchen floor.

Cindy took immediate charge. She rushed Gina into her bathroom and turned the shower on full blast. Gina undressed and strewed her clothes haphazardly around the bathroom. She stepped into the hot water and all but collapsed as the warmth spread through her.

As she reveled in the delicious hot water she heard Cindy come back into the bathroom. Cindy announced she had brought towels and a robe. She further told Gina she was gathering her wet things and would hang them up in the kitchen. Gina thanked her. She giggled and wondered if Cindy had would notice there were no panties in the clothes? Sometimes she left then off under her pantyhose, especially when she and Tom had plans for later.

Gina was tempted to stay in the shower all night, or at least until the hot water ran out. Cindy's offer of a back rub sounded too good to pass up though and she hurriedly dried off and put the short terrycloth robe on. She came out drying her hair and brought up short. Cindy's bedroom was lit only by candles. At least one was aroma therapy Gina realized as she breathed deeply. 

It was all so lovely Gina thought. She followed Cindy's instructions to slip off her robe and lie down on the soft bed. Cindy draped a fluffy towel over Gina's bottom and dribbled warm oil over her back. As Cindy's hands spread the oil and began to work sore muscles Gina couldn't decide if she could stay awake under those ministrations. It just felt so GOOD. 

As Cindy continued to massage her, Gina found that she was able to stay awake very easily indeed. At first she wasn't sure of the source of the feelings beginning to come over her, or even the feelings themselves. She just knew her pulse was speeding up rather than slowing down and her breathing was becoming more rapid. When Cindy shifted her body and straddled Gina, the older woman began to feel, well, almost turned on. Cindy's strong fingers seemed to be brushing over every inch of her body, not just her back anymore but over the sides of her breasts and down over her bottom. She felt Cindy's legs tightly alongside her hips, flexing and relaxing as she stretched forward to reach Gina's shoulders. The rocking action pushing Cindy's crotch onto her now uncovered bottom was actually making Gina shiver. And, oh LORD, were those Cindy's nipples touching her back? Gina realized Cindy must be nude now. 

The realization that Cindy was seducing her hit Gina. Just as she started to do something, anything, to stop it Cindy flattened her body to Gina's and after a passionate embrace rolled her seductee over and began to kiss her. Gina tried to protest, tried to stop Cindy, but neither her muffled words or halfhearted actions accomplished anything. Gina realized she wanted to experience this, and being seduced by her or not, that Cindy was the one she wanted to experience it with.

Gina reveled in the sensations of Cindy's mouth and tongue and fingers seeming to touch her every secret location. Cindy had prepared the ground so well that by the time the young woman actually touched Gina's open slit with her tongue Gina was already on the edge of an orgasm. The rapid movements of Cindy's tongue made Gina capture the sensual teen's hair and all but force her against her dripping pussy. Cindy's devouring of Gina's clit and the action of the two fingers Cindy drove into her coworker tipped the balance. For the first time in her life Gina had an orgasm from another woman and rewarded her young lover by coating her face with her nectar.

Unbelievably Gina reached a second and more powerful orgasm when Cindy moved her mouth and tongue to Gina's rose. No one had ever performed analinguas on her before, not Tom, not any boyfriend she had ever had before marriage. The sensations of Cindy's tongue deep in the dark reaches of her ass triggered a reaction that stunned Gina with its intensity.

Laying there that morning all these memories came rushing back to Gina. "Oh God, what did I do?" she thought. She stiffened and the tiny movement woke Cindy.

Cindy rolled over to face Gina and smiled. She kissed the other woman. Noticing the expression on Gina's face her smile faded a bit. "What's wrong Gina?"

Gina sat up, clutching the sheet they had slept under around her. "Cindy," Gina stopped, trying to collect herself and organize her words. "Cindy, I've never done anything like last night before."

"You mean sleep with another woman." The answer was more statement than question.

"No. I mean, yes. I mean," Gina took a deep breath. "I have never been with another woman before, yes. But I meant I have never cheated on my husband before."

"God." Cindy stammered, "Gina, I'm sorry. I never thought of it as that." She blushed. "I have to confess, I've wanted to seduce you for months now. I've been WORKING on seducing you for months. But I never, ever wanted to hurt or upset you." She finished a little lamely, "I just didn't think of it like that." Cindy stood and walked back and forth a bit, oblivious to the fact she was still nude.

Gina sat up, the sheet falling from her in her hurry. "Wait Cindy." As the other woman turned to her Gina continued, "Its okay." She laughed, if a bit shakily. "You're a very good seductress and I had a fantastic time. Deep down I know if I hadn't wanted an experience like this I would have found some way to stop it." Gina eyes traveled over Cindy's slim body and she felt her mouth dry a little. She tried to say something more but found her voice wasn't trustworthy. She realized her pulse was speeding again like last night.

Cindy looked down at Gina. When she turned to face her fully, Gina's eyes raked up and down the slim, seductive body and settled between Cindy's legs. Gina knew the desire in her eyes was obvious when Cindy simply said, "Gina."  Gina reached her hand out to Cindy. Almost absently she noticed it was unsteady. Then Cindy took it and Gina drew the younger woman back to the bed and pulled her into her lap. Gina brought her lips to Cindy's and for the second time in her life she kissed another woman.

The kiss deepened immediately as passion overtook both women. Gina rolled Cindy onto her back and all but fell on top of her. She never lost contact with Cindy's mouth as she hungrily tasted Cindy's soft delicious mouth. Gina set her hips straddling Cindy's and slipped one hand down to cup a small taunt breast and touch the nipple. She rolled it in tiny circles with her thumb causing Cindy to whimper.

By now Gina was on fire. She had to complete her own exploration of this new experience. Still playing with Cindy's hard nipple Gina began to kiss slowly down the firm smooth skin of the teenager pinned beneath her. Now she was the aggressor as she captured the other breast in her mouth, sucking the globe into her mouth. She released enough to take the nipple in her lips and tug it sharply, bring another gasp from Cindy.

Gina hand moved down from Cindy's breast to slowly stroke over her ribs and then to her stomach. She slid her body a bit farther down and began to suckle both breasts, one than the other, rapidly back and forth. She flicked each nipple in turn, dragging her tongue over the very tip. Her hand continued down, over the swell of Cindy's mound to cover her sparse bush. She rubbed her whole palm over Cindy's pussy. Gina felt her hand immediately began to get slick as Cindy moaned. She curled one finger, pressing it between Cindy's lips and felt it slip inside her.

Gina withdrew her finger and lifted her hand to her own lips. She released Cindy's nipple and took her finger in her mouth and sucked it softly. The taste made her head spin. It was like nothing else she had ever tasted; not herself, not her husband. She realized she had to have this young woman under her and have her now.

Gina kissed wildly down over Cindy's flat, firm stomach. Barely pausing to lick the delicious navel, her hands grasped Cindy's hips and as the young woman moaned and parted her legs Gina lifted Cindy to her mouth. Her passion overwhelming her, Gina hesitated not a moment before penetrating Cindy's wet slit with her tongue. She lapped up and down, curling her tongue and tasting the wetness of Cindy's soft walls. She plunged her tongue deeply in the silkiness of the teenager's pussy. Rubbing her face over the puffy lips, Gina sucked the droplets off the fine thin hairs.

Cindy was already thrashing about on the bed. Her hips pushed up against Gina's questing tongue. Gina crouched between the slender woman's legs and let her still wet finger slip down the cleft between pussy and wrinkled hole. The touch of the very tip of that finger as it pressed inward seemed to completely set Cindy off.

"Oh my GOD, yes! Please Gina, please," Cindy cried as her head rolled wildly back and forth. Her hands dropped to the older woman's head and all but shoved Gina into her pussy. Gina responded by forcing her finger inside Cindy's ass and rocking it and out. The resulting bucking of Cindy's hips almost threw Gina away from her. Gina persevered, trying to push her tongue so deeply into Cindy that she could feel the tip of her finger meeting it. Cindy arched her back and locked in place, straining to hold that position. Gina answered by slamming home both tongue and finger and then holding them deep inside Cindy's shaking body.

The tableau was broken by Cindy's wordless cry and the collapse of her body to the bed. Gina felt the additional flood of juices pour into her open mouth as Cindy released in a long, shuddering orgasm. Gina swallowed in delight, savoring the taste of her young female lover. She used her tongue to gently clean Cindy's thighs and matted bush before sliding up to take Cindy's still trembling body in her arms. They kissed and Gina sighed as she rocked Cindy till her breathing and pulse returned to normal. 

The resulting stillness was broken by the ringing of Gina's cell phone. Gina scrambled over Cindy and managed to knock it to the floor before snatching it up and answering it.

"Hello?" Gina paused and suddenly looked at herself and Cindy and blushed. "I'm fine honey. Yes, it was a nice night. I'm glad I didn't have to try to get all the way home by myself." She listened a bit longer and said, "Okay, fine. About 15 minutes? I'll be waiting." She pressed end and looked back at Cindy again.

"Tom on the way?" Cindy asked.

"Yes. He's finally off after working all night. He just got my car towed to the shop and says it should be ready by work this afternoon. I better get dressed," Gina finished, almost lamely.

"Gina, look at me," said Cindy. "Its okay. We had fun." She hesitated. "I think you're funny and smart and sexy. But I didn't and I don't want to cause you any trouble. Go home, snuggle with your husband and just remember this time with a little smile now and then."

Gina dressed and sat on the edge of the bed. She touched Cindy's face with the back of her hand. Then she stood as they heard a car horn toot outside and she walked to the door. She turned for a moment.

"I'll see you at work then." Gina hesitated, then left, carefully closing the door behind her.

"Yes," Cindy smiled to herself and stretched before rolling over to close her eyes. "I'll see you at work."

Thanks for reading. I haven't decided if this is going any farther. In the meantime I hope you enjoyed it and please let me know if you did.



Rainy Day Rubdown: Tom's Story



(This is the fourth and final story in this series. The others, in order, are Rainy Day Rubdown, RDR:Gina's Story and RDR:Cindy's Story. I didn't plan for all this, the characters simply kept clamoring they had more to say. In brief: Gina, a 40's married woman, and Cindy, a 19 year old college student, had a one night stand that has become a passionate affair.

Another writer in a story has the wife make the comment "in a perfect world he (her husband) would never have learned (about her affair)." This isn't a perfect world either, and sometimes things we do have repercussions that can't be fixed in 5 minutes.)

Tom O'Bannion sat in his easy chair. For the tenth time his eyes scanned the anonymous letter he had received in the mail. Just one line long, it was making him sick to his stomach as well as causing him to question his whole world. He looked again and this time read it aloud.

"Find out who your wife spent the weekend with while you were out of town."

He hadn't wondered. Gina had been home when he returned from his visit to another plant. He traveled very rarely, so he had not even thought it was strange she had seemed so happy to see him. He had been overflowing with the news that the performance he had turned in meant a promotion. He had found the letter about 3 days later when he left for work. The mailbox was open, which prompted him to go look.

Was his wife of 24 years having an affair? He refused to believe it. Not that he considered himself the greatest husband or lover in the world but because it just was something he couldn't imagine her doing. He remembered when a couple they had known had divorced after one of them had been caught in bed with someone else. Gina had been furious with the offending woman, a very close friend. She had never spoken to her again.

He wondered, just what did one do when worried about something like this? He knew of stories of husbands making up pretend trips out of town in order to sneak back and spy on their spouses. He vaguely thought of having heard of video cameras and recorders being set up to tape secret meetings. He could do that, he was a gifted electrician. Private eyes did work like this too, he knew.

Angrily, Tom slammed his hand down on the table. NO. This was Gina. This was his wife and the mother of his children. If he could not trust her, he could trust no one and nothing in the world. He walked to the small office they had set up when the youngest child had gone off to college. Turning on the shredder, he fed the letter into it. There. He determinedly forced the thoughts from his mind. 

For the next two months all seemed normal. Tom had relaxed, sure that the letter was just some nasty trick. His promotion had led to his being assigned the morning shift rather than evenings. He liked it but didn't like the fact he and Gina were on different schedules now. Still, he thought as he parked his truck, today she was off and they could spend time together.

He came in the back door and hung his keys and coat up. He sat in his easy chair and pulled his work boots off. Where was Gina? Whichever one of them got home first usually made supper. Her car was in the garage so she was here unless she had gone out with a friend. Well, he needed a shower anyway.

He went up the stairs, thinking that it wouldn't be long and they'd have to start looking for a one story house. His knees were getting a little worn to cope with the stairs day after day. He rounded the corner to the master bedroom and froze. There were sounds coming from the bedroom. They were the kind of sounds the letter had hinted at.

Tom walked to the bedroom door and his heart jumped in his throat. Gina was on the bed, on her hands and knees. He could see enough of her face to recognize that she was just reaching an orgasm. His eyes traveled back over her body to her lover. He sagged against the door, completely stunned as he realized it was Gina's friend from work, Cindy.

Cindy was wearing a strapon dildo. Kneeling behind Gina, her hips drove it in and out of his wife's uplifted ass with a force he couldn't believe. Cindy's hands rose and fell on the round cheeks, already red from a spanking. Cindy's high clear voice rose over the grunts and the slaps.

"You like that don't you, Gina? You like being fucked in the ass. You like having a girl take you like this."

Already stunned, Tom couldn't believe his ears. He had met Cindy. She was a wonderful, sweet young woman who had once let Gina stay at her apartment when Gina's car had broken down. Stay at her apartment. Oh damn, he was so stupid! His thoughts were interrupted.

"Yes Cindy, YES. Fuck me like I fuck you." Gina's hips rocked back and forth against Cindy's, meeting each thrust. Her head fell to the pillow and her hand slipped back between her legs. Tom knew she was rubbing her clit. The sounds mounted as both woman reached their orgasms. Screams of excitement and lust rang through the bedroom. 

Tom stood there transfixed. He felt empty. He certainly did not feel excited. He wanted to do something, anything at all to break the tableau in front of him. It was broken for him when the two women collapsed and rolled into each others' arms and Gina's eyes focused on the shape in the doorway.

In some other time and place it might have been funny. Gina's eyes opened wide in disbelief. She shook her head as though to make a mirage disappear. She then looked wildly at the clock as if somehow the time was wrong and he wasn't supposed to be there yet. Then she realized it was him and she moaned, "Oh God Tom, no. Oh God Tom, no. Oh God Tom, no," as if it was a magic incantation that would make him go away.

And it did. All of a sudden his stomach turned over and he rushed for the hall bathroom. As he was ill, he heard Cindy's wail joining Gina's. He wiped his mouth and staggered back to the bedroom doorway. Both women were frantically getting dressed. When Cindy saw him she scooped up the strapon and held it behind her as though it would erase the image from his mind.

"Tom," Gina lifted her hands toward him. "This isn't what it seems." Realizing how ridiculous that sounded, she faltered. "I mean, yes it is, but you have to understand. I didn't mean for this to go this far."

"Its not her fault, Tom," Cindy added Her words tripping over each other, "It just happened. No one intended for you to get hurt. We didn't mean to fall in love."

Tom was rocked. He never took his eyes from Gina. "Fall in love?" he whispered.

"Yes," Gina almost screamed. If Tom had had more control of himself he might have realized Gina's guilt was making her hysterical. But the deep seated anger rising from the discovery of her betrayal was washing everything before it and he couldn't stop it. "We're in love and you're just going to have to accept that. I won't give her up, not for you, not for anyone."

"You won't have to," Tom almost hissed. Gina recoiled from the rage she had never seen in him before. She tried to reach for him. He stepped back, his face contorted. "GET OUT," he commanded. "Both of you." He spun and ran down the stairs towards his truck. He was deaf to the screamed pleas from the room as he bolted from the house.

He threw one quick look back as he pulled out of the driveway. Gina was stumbling from the front door, half dressed and barefoot. Her hands were outstretched to him. Tears ran down her face as she screamed "NO! I didn't mean that. TOM! Please, for God's sake, Tom. Don't go." He slammed the truck into drive and tires squalled as he drove away without another look.

Hours later when he returned the house was dark. He walked slowly to the bedroom. Gina's things were gone. There was an envelope on the bed. The front read "My Dearest Tom." He turned it over and over in his hands, debating. His hands tightened on the envelope, intending to rip it to pieces unread. His muscles bunched but he found he couldn't make himself do that. He walked back to his easy chair and carefully opened the envelope.

"Tom. I have no idea what to say. I have no idea what to do. I am groping wildly for any words that could somehow explain, somehow take back what you saw and heard. to take back what I said. More than all that, to take back the actions of the last few months that led to this.

"I'm having an affair. This is the first time I have admitted it. I've even lied to myself. I told myself over and over that because I wasn't with another man, it wasn't cheating. I suppose its how we rationalize things that we know are wrong, know are hurtful, know are STUPID.

"Although I certainly don't deserve to think that you will believe a word I write here, I still love you. I can make no excuses for what I have done. The first time perhaps I was overcome by something I had never experienced. But after that, I deliberately went on with it. I want to offer you reasons, feelings, answers; but they would all be meaningless compared to what I've done. You have been the best husband a woman could want and I betrayed you.

"I cling to the thought you are will allow me somehow a chance to make even this up to you. Whatever you demand I will do. Please call me. Gina"

At the bottom was a phone number.

Tom stood and paced around and around the room. Three times he picked up the phone and then set it back down. As hurt, as angry as he was, he kept thinking somehow he could do this. He could talk to her, somehow things could be made right.

A sudden thought struck him. He walked to the refrigerator, where they kept all sorts of notes scribbled. He searched till he found the piece of paper with the notation "Cindy's phone number" in his own handwriting. He compared it to the number in his hand. It was the same.

With one deliberate motion he tore the letter in half and threw it away.

The next weeks were a blur. Gina called, Tom refused to talk to her. Tom decided to sue for divorce on the grounds of "Irreconcilable differences." Gina hired some attorney unknown to him. Their family attorney, Donna, an old and dear friend, had listened to the whole story and recommended he fight it. He refused. He refused to allow her to use the affair in his favor. He wanted it kept quiet, away from the children. The only time he allowed Donna to fight was when Gina's attorney demanded the college funds be part of the community settlement.

It was finally over. He had sold the beach house and liquidated most of their savings to provide Gina's share. He kept the house, but moved into a downstairs bedroom. He heard that Gina and Cindy had moved into an apartment together. The stress of the last two months produced an interesting discovery in himself. He found he had blocked himself off. If he didn't care it didn't hurt.

Tom found two saving graces. The first was his children. They were all basically adults. His attempts to conceal what had happened were futile. They rallied around their father, spending time with him. One of the three always tried to spend Saturday with him and go to church, his other support, with him. Strangely, he had a fight with Doug, his son and the oldest child, over Gina.

They were mailing announcements of Doug's upcoming college graduation. Tom had filled one out for Gina.

"Dad," Doug exclaimed. "I don't want her invited. What if she comes? What if she brings her girlfriend?"

"We'll deal with it," Tom answered. Seeing his son was not convinced he added, "Doug, she's your mother. No matter what has happened she will always be your mother. You need to forgive her."

Doug told him later that he had received a card from Gina. Trying to follow his father's advice he had opened it and read it. He told his father that two things struck him. One was that her address had changed. It was no longer the same as Cindy's. The second was that among the congratulations was a rather wistful remark that she wished she had known about it.

Almost a year after the divorce Tom was reading one quiet afternoon. He had fallen into a routine. During the week: work, eat supper, watch TV. Saturdays were kept for household work: lawn care, laundry and cleaning. Sundays he went to church and spent the afternoon and evenings in his easy chair with a book. Friends and his children had all urged him to go out, do things, even date. He had refused. "I am a rock," he told himself as he listened to Simon and Garfunkel that afternoon. "I touch no one and no one touches me."

There was a knock on the door. For one minute Tom thought he just didn't have the energy to get up and answer it. But he heaved himself out of the chair, turned down the CD player and went to the door. He opened it and stood completely still.

"Hello, Tom," Gina said.

"God, she's still the most beautiful woman I ever saw in my life," he thought. He said aloud, "Gina, what are you doing here?" "May I come in Tom?" she asked, hesitation in her voice.

"My God, Gina, are you trying to get me arrested? You know perfectly well the restraining order forbids me to contact you or be within 100 yards of you."

"Restraining order?" Her face was confused. "What are you talking about?"

"The restraining order your lawyer served me with along with the divorce papers. You obtained it because 'you were in fear of bodily injury due to my excessive rage'." Tom quoted the document bitterly.

Gina paled. "Tom, I did no such thing," she protested.

"Of course you didn't." Gina quailed at the sarcasm in his voice. "Glenda the Good Witch brought it without your knowledge." She opened her mouth to protest. Tom cut her off, "Now go away." He slammed the door in her face, locked it and retreated to his chair.

The very next day Donna, his attorney, called to tell him Gina had been by to see her. "I can't talk to her without your permission, of course. I'm not sure what she wants."

"Go ahead and see what it is, Donna, " Tom told her. "I don't really care."

Two days after that Tom got a page at work. Sally, the receptionist at the front desk told him , "Your ex-wife is here to see you." Tom told her he didn't want to be bothered by her. "Good," said Sally, a hard edge on her voice that surprised him. "Maybe she'll argue and I can have Security throw her out."

Then it was Saturday and the back doorbell was ringing. He opened it and before he could say a word Gina thrust a paper into his hands. "This revokes that goddamn restraining order my lawyer put on you Tom. I'm so sorry." He shifted from one foot to the other, not knowing what to say. She stood on the step, her eyes pleading with him.

"Come on in," he mumbled. "Want some coffee?"

"Please." Gina took the cup and looked in it. "Thanks for letting me talk to Donna. She certainly didn't want to. When I walked in the office on Monday, she opened the conversation by asking me what the fuck I wanted. I seem to have found that attitude among all our old friends. Even," she swallowed hard before continuing, "Even from our kids."

"You missed Doug's graduation. We sent an invitation through your lawyer. It was returned with a notice I was violating the restraining order and any further attempts would be reported to the police."

"I found all that out." Gina smiled bitterly. "My attorney wanted to make sure there would be no attempt at reconciliation. It might have damaged his fees. I just found out the settlement was half. Of that I got about a quarter. The rest went to him for 'expenses'. Donna is beginning an investigation into unethical practices by him. Apparently I signed that restraining order when I thought I was signing copies of our agreement."

"Well, well. I didn't realize you were still getting fucked by guys," Tom commented, not caring if the words hurt or not.

Gina shook as though he had slapped her. "Oh God Tom. When did you become so cold and hurtful?"

"June 23rd, last year, When I came home and found out how you were spending your spare time."

With that she fled.

Sunday afternoon the doorbell rang again. "This is getting to be a habit," Tom thought. This time she didn't wait for an invitation as she stormed past him. She entered the family room and spun to him.

"Okay. I deserved that yesterday. But you shouldn't have said it." Tom nodded his head. The first crack had appeared in his shell yesterday when he had been appalled at himself that he could have said such a thing, no matter what hurt he felt. She continued, "I screwed up. I threw my whole life away chasing some fantasy. I've lived the last year either in denial or in regret of what I did. I cut myself off from my family and my friends. And I did it deliberately. Because I knew I had screwed up and I had no idea how to fix it. Now maybe I do."

"Gina, what is it you're trying to say?" Tom asked. He was calmer now, his feelings opening to the sight of the woman who had taken his heart so long ago. "I'm trying to listen, be supportive but I just don't understand what you're driving at."

"Oh God, Tom. I don't want you to be supportive. I want you to scream at me, throw things, act out so that all this isn't so much harder for me than it is. I want you to be mad and hurtful because then I might feel better about myself."

Tom just looked at her with one eyebrow raised.

"Tom," she swallowed. "Tom," her eyes blurred and she turned away from him. He studied her profile as she composed herself. "Tom, I want to come home."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I said I want to come home." She turned back to face him, resolve on her face. "I miss you. I was stupid and let myself get carried away when I mistook infatuation for love. Now that its a thing of the past, I know that I only ever loved one person. You."

"And Cindy?" Tom asked, without malice. He had come to some understanding and thought it was hardly fair to blame that bubbly 20 year old for Gina's actions. While he did not think of her with favor, he had long ago ceased to hate her.

Gina walked past him and looked out the family room window. "Oh god Tom, it was over that day," she said softly. " There was nothing left. All we had was sex. When we finally were out of bed and started living in the same apartment, we discovered that there wasn't anything else. Nothing to talk about, no one we shared. We had no dreams in common. And one ghost haunted us and wouldn't leave me alone." She turned back. "You. I promise you I knew nothing about the restraining order, the threats, the actions of my lawyer. But I knew I had horribly wounded you and the guilt wouldn't leave me alone."

"I moved out."

"Doug, told me your address had changed."

"There wasn't any point in staying with her."

"Incidentally," Gina's mouth turned up in a smile with no mirth in it. "Cindy's getting married. She wants to have children. He's a very nice guy. I met him and I know they're in love. And I think its wonderful. Tom, she really is a sweet girl. Yes, she seduced me. But I'm the adult, I should have stopped it, at least after the first time."

"Had you ever been with another woman before?" When Gina shook her head, Tom continued. "I think I could have forgiven you for that, if it had stopped there."

"I know. I have sat in that empty apartment of mine and thought, and thought, and thought. I loved the thrill of the exploration, the excitement of discovery. I mistook our being comfortable for being dull. Yes, I admit it, the illicit nature of the romance was exciting in itself. But even before I left her, I had come to the knowledge that even had things continued, what I had with her was not what I wanted, what I am as a person."

Gina sat next to him on the couch and took his hands. "Tom, I know that I have done, or caused to be done, things to you that I can barely comprehend I could have ever been responsible for. You may hate me forever. I am praying that somewhere in the man I love is a spark that might let you forgive me and take me back. Tom, can I come home?"




Rainy Day Rubdown: Tom's Story



Tom sat silently for a moment. He looked at Gina. Lifting his right hand, still holding hers, he brushed it across her cheek. "No."

With that simple word Gina's face crumpled and she began to sob.

"Gina," Tom took her chin in his hand. "I don't know that the hurt you have caused me is beyond repair. Perhaps it is not. I have never stopped loving you, at least a little. But," he placed a finger over her lips, "Love is not enough. Trust. I don't think I could ever trust you again. What happens the next time you're overcome with 'infatuation'? I couldn't stand it. What wedding vows could you make that wouldn't choke us both when you said them?"

Gina continued to sob. Then she straightened up and calmed herself. Even through her tears she smiled as Tom pulled out a handkerchief and began dabbing her face.

"Tom, I understand that. I can hardly believe you even went as far as to talk to me today, to let me back in the house." She swiped away the tears and her eyes filled with determination. "I understand it but I won't accept it. I will earn your forgiveness. I will earn your trust again. How I don't know. But I will." She leaned over, kissed his cheek and stood up. "Don't you forget, Thomas O'Bannion, I can twice as stubborn as you can."

"I know," he whispered after the door had closed behind her.

For weeks Gina kept coming. She got together with Donna and took her old lawyer to the cleaners. Facing disbarment he was more than eager to cooperate. She was able to recover a great deal of the money he had charged her. Gina took care to insure the bulk of the money went back to Tom. Each time She came to the house, she told him again she was sorry. She cooked and cleaned and mended and ran errands. She made up for the missed times with their children.

The stumbling block in their reconciliation was Tom. No matter how hard, he tried he could not let go of his bitterness. He rarely gave Gina a kind word. He saw the disappointment and sadness in her, and he thought "She deserves it." She refused to give up but it was taking its toll on her.

A couple days after one visit Tom heard a knock on the door one Sunday. He thought nothing more could surprise him but he was wrong. When he opened the door Cindy was standing there. She flinched at his very look, quailing as though she thought he was going to strike her. Realizing he must look ominous, Tom made a determined effort to soften his features.

"Tom," she faltered. "Tom." She stopped and burst into tears.

His reaction was automatic. He took her arm and guided her inside to a chair. He rushed for a box of tissues. Squatting beside the chair he pressed one into her hand. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhh," he quieted her, as though she was one of his daughters. "It's okay. Let it out."

Her tears having run their course, Cindy blew her nose and took a deep breath. "I need to talk to you. It won't be easy, so please hear me out before you interrupt or question me."

Tom moved to his chair and sat down. "Okay, Cindy. I'll try. I won't promise not to get angry or upset, but I promise to let you have your say."

"Thank you," Cindy paused and collected her thoughts. "First. Oh God, Tom, I'm so sorry I came between you and Gina. I admit I was wildly attracted to her and set out to seduce her. It happened and I was enthralled. Perhaps she was too. Not because it was better, but because it was different. It was new and exciting and romantic. We should have stopped there but we didn't. We let it become a full blown affair. As happens with all affairs that keep going on, we were discovered."

"We were discovered," she repeated, "In, of course, the worst possible situation imaginable. Things were said that should never have been even thought. But I, we, Gina and I, had convinced ourselves that we were in love. And being in love made what we were doing right, not wrong. So I helped her leave you in a fit of righteous indignation. Then we moved in together."

Cindy swallowed. "The morning I met you was after the first night Gina and I spent together, I wanted you to be jerk. I wanted you to be a terrible husband, a rotten father and a poor excuse for a human being. I wanted to be able to hate you because it would make me feel less guilty. I DID feel guilty Tom, but I pushed it aside. Then Gina and I were together and it was magical, we thought."

"Then we were together, in that apartment and there was no magic at all. I don't know if she has been able to tell you this, but the time you discovered us was the last time we made love. She was paralyzed with guilt and with grief. We tried. She couldn't stop crying whenever I touched her. I think, if she could have summoned the courage, she would have come back then. But she couldn't make herself."

"Now she wants to come home, and it IS her home. You know it. I'm going to be married and promise to spend the rest of my life with someone. I think of your face that awful day and somehow see Liam's face twisted with that same hurt. So, to make peace with myself I need to try to help two people who's lives I helped rip into shreds." She turned to him and pleaded, "Tom, you have to believe me. I am not an evil person. I just didn't realize that actions had consequences."

"No Cindy," Tom said. "You're not evil. I never thought you were. Unrealistic, perhaps. As you said, not aware that the things we do have effects on other people." He settled back in his chair. "So what do you propose to do to make things better?" he added curiously.

Cindy took a deep breath and faced him. "I want you to fuck me.

Tom all but bolted upright. "Cindy, are you crazy? What the hell is that suppose to accomplish?"

"Perhaps it would make things equal. Then perhaps you could forgive Gina because you would be more even."

Tom shook his head violently. "Cindy, you're engaged now. This would be cheating on Liam, regardless of motives. What will you do if he finds out one day?"

"I have to pray he won't."

"Cindy, you know that he will. If you've learned anything from this, its that these things always come out, and people who think they don't are fools. No Cindy, I won't. Two wrongs do not make a right."

"Thank you God," breathed Cindy.

"What do you mean?"

"That I was hoping you'd say that." Cindy spoke candidly to the sweet, unhappy man she had hurt so badly. "Gina did a wrong, a terrible wrong. She is so sorry, she has repented of that wrong. She has done her best to make amends, to atone for her wrong. Now you, Tom O'Bannion, need to do your part and meet her with the forgiveness that your church preaches and you claim to believe in. Stop making her suffer just because you suffered so much. Put your pride up on the shelf. Please don't become that jerk I wanted to dislike so much. You and Gina were made for each other."

With that she turned to the door and grasped the handle to pull it open.

"Cindy?" She hesitated but didn't move. "Thank you." She looked at him, her eyes filled with unshed tears. She nodded and was gone.

For hours Tom sat in his chair thinking things over. Was she right? Had he become a man clinging to self-righteous pride? Full of his own "rightness", unable to give forgiveness to the one person who had always meant the world to him?

The door opened and Gina walked in. For the first time since she had started coming back she didn't knock. She walked straight to him, dropping her pocketbook on the floor and throwing her keys on the hall table. Without a single word she slid sideways into his lap. Her arms went around his neck as her legs hung off the side of the chair. She lifted her face to him and kissed him.

Tom's arms tightened around her. Back in his arms where she belonged. His mouth opened to her and he drew her tongue in. It wiggled, warm and wet against his own tongue. One of his hands settled on her stomach and moved up her ribcage to brush over her breasts. She stiffened at his touch. Even through her clothing he could feel her nipple respond.

His heart was beating wildly. She was back, she was his. Her kisses fired him as they had the very first time he had kissed. He could feel her own heart thudding, her breast transmitting the vibration through his fingers. He drove his tongue back inside her mouth, exploring her as though he never had before. 

Tom kept one arm around her back. He put the other one under her thighs and in one heave he stood up with her in his arms. Kicking items out of his way, he turned toward the bedroom.

Gina's eyes widened and for the first time tonight she spoke. "Oh God, Tom. Oh my darling Tom. YES!"

For no reason other than he could Tom kicked the bedroom door closed behind them. He carried Gina to the bed and carefully laid her on it. He looked down at her, her hair spread across the pillow. She wiggled on the bed, pushing her slacks down, pulling her top off. He shed his own clothes and joined her. He lay beside her and pulled her onto his arms again.

Tom's cock throbbed in its hardness. He felt the passion flooding him but at the same time he felt something else. He felt angry. He felt a desire to punish her, to hurt her body as she had once hurt his spirit. He trembled, his body becoming rigid.

Gina apparently immediately realized his feelings. "Tom," she whispered, with all the understanding in the world in that one word. Her hand touched his cheek and she swallowed. "If you need to; than do it. Take me and use me and, if it helps, punish me."

Her acceptance startled him. But she had always known him better than he knew himself. As he saw her forcing herself to be still, to take whatever he would give, the anger disappeared. He knelt between her legs, slipped his arms around her back and pulled her up against him again. He showered kisses over her face, then slowly worked his way over her chin to her throat and neck.

Gina arched backwards as Tom's tongue swirled down her chest and over her breasts. He took his time, seeking every bit of her soft globes before finally settling onto her stiff nipples. He darted back and forth, flicking one than the other. He gently sucked one into his mouth, his tongue rolling it about. He released it and blew over the wet tip, seeing it crinkle even harder.

"Tom, yes honey, oh lord," moaned Gina. As his lips took her other breast her head tipped back, her eyes closed. He realized she was surrendering herself completely to him. He stretched on top of her and parted her legs. His cock brushed against her open sex and she trembled. In one long push he entered her, burying himself completely.

"Aaaahhhhh," burst from Tom. His hips rocked against her, the head of his cock already reaching her spot at the bottom of each lunge. She used the leverage body against the bed to bounce wildly to him. He captured one nipple again and kept his lips closed over it. He pulled her breast back and forth, shaking his head. He felt his cock swell, matching the clamping of her internal muscles on him. She met his thrust and screamed wildly as they locked together and his cum poured deep into her pussy. 

They fell to the bed, still together. Tom was astounded to find that he was still hard. He crushed Gina under him. She bent her knees, planted her feet wide on the bed and thrust up to meet him. Now it was just raging passion. Tom's hips rose and fell in a blur, slamming his cock into Gina. She met each stroke, bucking against him. Her fingers raked his back. Faster and faster they met each other's need until their mutual orgasms claimed them and they fell helplessly to the bed. The only effort Tom was able to make was to pull Gina to him as they fell asleep.

When Tom woke the next morning he was alone in bed. For a moment he thought he had dreamed yesterday until he heard Gina singing from the direction of the kitchen. He checked the clock. Good, he had plenty of time. He pulled on a pair of jeans and headed for the sound of her voice.

"Good morning," Gina smiled, kissed him quickly and handed him a cup of coffee. "Sleepyhead, I thought you wouldn't wake up until I was gone." At Tom's questioning look, she added, "I start a new job today. Donna offered me a position in her office and will train me as a para-legal. She says I made so many mistakes before dealing with an attorney, I should know them all now."

Tom sipped his coffee. Just the way he always liked it. He asked something that had occurred to him the previous night. "Gina, did Cindy and you talk lately?"

"I called her a few days ago. I was feeling so discouraged, feeling like I would never be able to make things right with you. She listened to me vent. Then suddenly yesterday afternoon, she called me back and told me to come to you, right then. She told me not to waste time talking but to walk in here and just show you still mean the world to me."

"Anyway, if I don't hurry I'll be late. Where are my keys? Oops, I remember." She scooped them off the hall table where she had left them the previous evening. She kissed Tom, carefully this time. "Tom, I know that last night doesn't mean that everything is suddenly alright. I still have long way to go before you can even begin to think of trusting me. All I hope is that this is a beginning." She touched his face and then she was gone.

After Gina left Tom sat and thought. This was all moving too fast. He didn't know how to handle what he was feeling. Last night had been wonderful, incredible even. Not just the sex, it seemed as though the last year had been one long nightmare and he had awoken. But he knew it had not been a bad dream, it had been real. He could not shake the possibility that if it had happened once it could happen again.

He decided to go for a run. He used to run almost daily, but over the last year he had quit that, as he had so much else. It was high time he started again, he decided. He donned his shorts and running shoes and set out down the road.

Automatically he followed the route that Gina had driven, the same one they had always taken to work back when they were married. He reached the end of the street they lived on, turned onto the highway for a few hundred yards and then veered off onto the dirt road they used as a shortcut to town.

Tom's thoughts continued to spin around in his mind. Images flashed in and out as his heart rate increased and his breathing became labored. He saw Gina though all the years of their marriage. He saw the terrible day when he discovered the affair and she left him. He saw himself hardening his heart so he couldn't be hurt again. He saw Gina coming back, and saw his resolve cracking. He ran faster, gasping harder as he did. The pain in his side increased, matched by the pain in his heart. He knew he still loved her. He knew that if he let her back in his life and she betrayed him again it would kill him. His speed increased to that of a sprinter. He was desperately trying to run from his thoughts, from his memories, from his fear.

The pain exploded throughout his body, radiating from his chest. He fell to his hands and knees and then collapsed completely on the ground. It really was like an elephant sitting on his chest, he realized. He thought he saw a bright light calling him, and then he saw nothing at all.

That was where Gina found him as she returned to pick up the pocketbook she had left. She slid the car to a halt and leaped from it, screaming his name. She reached back into the car, retrieved her cell phone from the armrest and called 911. After giving her location and receiving an assurance help was on the way she dropped the phone. Falling to her knees beside Tom she pulled his upper body into her lap. She could her his shallow gasps for air and looked at his face gray with the pain. Heedless of the dust and dirt she knelt in, she called his name and pleaded with him.

"Tom, TOM, TOMMMMMMM," she cried, tears cutting streaks down her face. "No, oh GOD, please, please don't take him. Tom, come back to me. I promise I'm home forever. I'll never go away again." She rocked back and forth, weeping wildly as she tried to make him hear. "Tom, damn you, don't do this to me. I'm so sorry. PLEASE Tom, for God's sake don't leave me."

Her tears cascaded down, falling onto his face. Suddenly she felt the hand she was holding squeeze hers. She gasped and bent over him as his eyes fluttered open and she heard him whisper through the pain.

"Nag, nag, NAG. Are you going to do this for the next 50 years?" 

(THE END)

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(Just a reminder. The story doesn't end here. "The End" does NOT mean "And they lived happily ever after". But I think they have a chance. To all of you who have written me before, about this series and my other stories, Thank You. I appreciate it so much. Lots of hugs and kisses to my "bestest friend" Marian for her unfailing support, encouragement and her ability to sweetly tell me when my writing needs major work. Love you. To my friends TabooTeller, Troubador who have listened to me and offered suggestions as I wrote this, and to Andrew who helped me revise it, BIG hugs. Thanks y'all.)