0 comments/ 50316 views/ 2 favorites A New Start By: Evil Princess It had been months since the breakup, and Alex didn’t know if she would ever find true happiness again. After all Kyle had been her first and only boyfriend. Alex was in her prime a beautiful 19 year old girl, Sophomore in college and best of all pursuing her dream of becoming someone and getting out of that boring town that held her back. All of that was about to change, she had promised herself that she was not going to let Kyle ruin her life, she was going to move on and start over…after all it was a new semester and new people were moving into the small cramped dorms. It all started well enough she was moving into the room she occupied the year before, they had repainted the walls the smell of the new paint filled her nose and she said to herself, “I’m home”. She was anxious about meeting her new roommate, they had exchanged a couple of letters before school started and Alex thought she was a very sweet girl. A couple of hours passed and Alex was getting things set up when the door opened. Alex looked up and saw the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. She froze not knowing what to do next. Her new roommate giggled and said. “Hello Alex nice to finally meet you I’m Lexy”. Alex managed to spit out a hello, her eyes glancing up and down Lexy’s body. It was a very awkward couple of hours, and when all was taken care of the girls finally decided to sit down and really get to know each other. It had been a warm day and with moving in it worked up quite a sweat, Alex had already been sweating and was taking a shower little did Alex know that Lexy had noticed the attention that she had received from Alex and was ready to acknowledge the fact that Alex had some bi curious tendency’s. Lexy finally made her way to the shower, but before she decided to start her shower she couldn’t help but notice Alex’s pert tan 34C breasts and her sexy flat stomach it made her pussy tingle with excitement. The soap dripped down Alex’s breasts and down to her nicely shaved pussy, this turned Lexy on very much, so much she started to touch herself. Alex turned around and gasped, quickly covering up as much as her body as she could. Lexy giggled and dropped her short little bathrobe to the floor revealing her tan 34B breast, long legs, and shaved pussy. She casually walked toward Alex and said to her in a sexy seductive voice, “Ya know Alex I saw you checking me out, you never told me you were bi.” Alex quickly replied, “Oh no I’m not bi..I’m bi curious.” Lexy now very close to Alex kissed her lips softly making pure excitement take over Alex’s body, all she could focus on was her soft supple lips and tongue sliding over her lips. Lexy pulled away and whispered to Alex, “Can I be your first Alex?” Alex quickly nodded. Lexy smiled and started to kiss her neck, moving down to her collarbone slowly traveling to her breasts. Lexy started to suck on her breasts immediately making Alex’s nipples hard. Lexy then got down on her knees and started to kiss Alex’s pussy. The smell of her wet pussy made Lexy very excited and horny she started to swirl her tongue around Alex’s clit making Alex moan louder and louder. All of this was so new to Alex and she was enjoying every second of it, Lexy bit down playfully on her clit and it made Alex get weak in the knees. Lexy knew Alex was losing her balance so she helped Alex down to the floor of the shower. They never stopped to think people could probably come in at any time of course that was the last thing on their mind. All that Alex was thinking about was how bad she wanted and needed to cum. She wanted Lexy so bad, she was nervous though, she didn’t know if she would be able to give Lexy the pleasure she was giving her. Lexy slid her hand up to Alex’s nipple playing and pinching them gently she could feel Alex’s pussy throbbing against the tongue that was now darting in and out of her tight hot, wet pussy. Lexy slid two of her fingers into Alex’s pussy and rose up to Alex’s mouth and began to kiss her passionately, their tongues swirling around each other’s mouth. Alex deciding not to leave Lexy out moved her hand down her stomach, when Alex reached Lexy’s now dripping hot cunt she put two fingers inside of her and started to finger Lexy hitting her G-spot this made Lexy’s back arch she had never experienced this before she was always giving and never receiving, she liked this. Lexy whispered into Alex’s ear, “How do you feel about finishing this in the room?” Alex looked into her eyes and said yes. Lexy could see the desire in her eyes. The two girls walked down the hall into their room, once they got into the privacy of their room Lexy went into her dresser and pulled out the strap on that was hiding beneath the collection of thongs that were piled carelessly in the drawer. Lexy put on the strap on and slid the dildo into her Alex’s wet, hot, waiting pussy. She thrust in hard and deep making Alex moan loudly. She pounded her hot tight pussy fast and in no time made Alex explode into a very intense orgasm. Alex squirted and that turned Lexy on even more. Alex body went limp and she could hardly catch her breath. She immediately fell asleep and the last thing she said to Lexy was this, “I promise next time you’re the one who’s getting all of the attention.” Lexy smiled and proceeded to get herself off. ***** Let me know what you think about this…I could use all the feedback I can get. If you like this ill continue it. A New Start Note: A New Start is the continuing story started with The Beginning. I hope you enjoy both! Happy Holidays! Shirley woke the next morning feeling very refreshed. Three orgasms in one night. Wow. She looks at her books. Fuck school today, she thinks as she heads for the shower. Today will be her day. No boring lectures for me. The water feels good against her skin as she rubs soap over her body. Her nipples are still hard from the night before and also a little sore because that was the roughest they had ever been handled. Her pussy is still wet and the hot water is definitely not the reason. She jumps when she hears a knock on her bathroom door. "Hey," shouts Nancy. "Save some of the hot water, babe!" The shout is playful and the word babe sends shivers down Shirley's spine as she continues to rub her pussy. This orgasm will wait until tonight , she thinks as she turns the water off and steps out of the shower. She decides to return the favor. She wraps a small towel around her body. It does cover her breasts and stops right below her pussy. She knows that her nipples are trying to poke through the fabric but the room is chilly so if asked, that will be the blame. She walks out and into the living room where Nancy is watching TV. Nancy is lying under covers on the couch but Shirley finds that her thoughts about Nancy's breasts were correct . Much larger than hers. Wow! "Done, babe," announces Shirley as she stands in the doorway. Nancy is startled and turns to Shirley. Shirley notices that it takes Nancy several minutes to speak. She could swear that she was being looked over by this girl whom she was lusting after. Her pussy starts to get wetter. Nancy turns back to the TV. "Ok, thanks." Shirley turns to leave. "See you later." "What's your schedule today," Nancy asks. Shirley looks at her. She wants to tell her that her schedule involved seducing her but she doesn't want to scare her off. What if Nancy is not this way, Shirley asks herself. She will find out tonight, she thinks but she must keep quiet. "Same damned thing I always do, "she laughs. " School, school, and more school." "Well, have fun, " Nancy says. As Shirley turns to leave she could almost swear that Nancy's covers were moving very slightly around her waist. "You too,. " Shirley says. Shirley locks her door and takes the towel off. Her pussy screams for attention but she doesn't give in. She begins to get dressed. Blue jeans. No panties. Nice red button up short sleeve. No bra. Top two buttons... Unbuttoned. Cleavage. Perfect. She looks in the mirror. "Damn your hot, " she thinks . She picks up her books. Gotta look the part, she thinks as she leaves. She walks through the living room. Nancy is no longer there but the blanket is. She runs her fingers on the inside and finds that she is correct. Nancy had been playing with herself and , based on the wet spot on the couch, she had been naked. Had she been fantasizing about me, thinks Shirley as she leaves. She hops in her car and heads for downtown. She stops at a lingerie store that she had visited once before. She had stopped there when she first moved to town but her visit was very brief because she had found herself embarrassed at being there. Today though would be different. She walks in and notices it is not busy at all. A n older girl ,maybe 25, was sitting behind the cash register and looked at her. She smiles. " If you need any help, babe, let me know, okay." "Thanks." replies Shirley, " I will . " Babe. Twice in one day. Wow She looks at the outfits but cannot find the right one. She is holding up a purple teddy with a matching thong when a soft voice breaks her concentration. "That would look perfect on you. " She looks at the cashier and smiles. "Thanks. " "Do you want to try it on? " The cashier points to the dressing rooms. "Sure, " says Shirley as she takes the outfit and walks in that direction. The cashier, whose name badge said Toni, hollers out, " If you need an opinion, let me know! " "Ok,: says Shirley. Shirley looks at the reflection. If Nancy doesn't like this, then she is definitely not bi or gay. Her hand caresses her breasts through the thin fabric. The feeling is wonderful as her pussy screams out for attention once again. Her hand drops to the thin fabric covering her shaven lips. The knock at the door startles her.. "Are you okay, babe? " Shirley realizes that she had lost track of time. "Yeah, " she manages to say as her hand moves away from her pussy. "Let's see, " Toni says as she slowly opens the door. Shirley would normally have not let anyone see her like this but those days are gone and she finds the excitement building as the doors open. Toni looks at her and whistles. "Whoa, some guy is in for a treat tonight!" Shirley laughs. "It's not for a guy, " she whispers. Toni smiles. "Lucky girl,, " she says as she begins to leave. Shirley touches Toni's shoulders. " Wait, I need your expert opinion on this outfit. " She has never been so bold in her life but she knows that if she can have this effect on the pretty sales clerk then Nancy can be hers too. Toni smiles. " Sure, babe., any questions? " "Yes, " says Shirley as her hands run up to her breasts and she begins to rub them. " Does this outfit flatter my tits? " Toni smiles. " Let me see." She replaces Shirley's hands with her own and begins to rub her breasts. The smooth hands makes Shirley moan with pleasure. "Oh yes, " says Toni. " These tits feel wonderful through this fabric. Even your nipples will enjoy the sensation of being touched by this silk. " Shirley sighs as Toni pinches her hard nipples. Toni continues. "Yeah baby, your friend will love this outfit on you. If not , come and see me, babe. " Toni's hands run down Shirley's sides and touches her wet pussy. "Very nice, babe. Very hot! " The door chime interrupts them and Toni turns to leave. Shirley holds Toni's hand at her hot spot. " Thanks for the advice. My name is Shirley. " Then she surprises herself and kisses the sales clerk. Toni does not stop her and accepts the soft lips and the probing tongue. Shirley runs her hands up to Ton's small breasts and attacks them through the sales clerk's uniform. Soon they are both gasping for air. Toni smiles as she turns to leave. " Nice to meet you, Shirley. " The dressing room door closes and Shirley hears small talk begin. She looks at herself in the mirror. and begins to change. She emerges with the outfit and gets in line behind the gentleman at the register. He is handsome and if this had been yesterday, she might have tried to meet him. However, her thoughts are on Nancy . Toni looks at her and smiles. The man is done and leaves. Toni rings her up and Shirley approaches. She signs the credit card receipt and hands it back to Toni. As she does this, she pulls Toni forward and kisses her again.. Shirley smiles at the woman as they pull away, takes her packages, and leaves. Toni tales the credit card receipt and begins to put it in the cash drawer when she sees a second piece of paper in her hand. It reads: Meet me tonight. 10 pm. My address... " Toni smiles, walks to the door, locks it, turns the closed sign around, grabs the biggest dildo she can find , and heads for the dressing room. A New Start I had been staring at her for quite a while. Even though I had tried to pull myself away, her image in my mind remained there as a lure for me to get some sort of release; whether it be by an anonymous woman or my hand. In any case, I wanted to cram my big cock into her slit until she screamed and moaned in euphoric pleasure. That was why I had followed her, and that was why I now crouched under her window to watch her take off her clothes. I wanted to see her naked. My beautiful Natalie. Two nights earlier, I used a BB gun to shoot out the street light on either side of her house ensuring me of a dark area in which to work. Ha...work. She'll work her hips as I work her cunt. The next night I came back to see if the city had made repairs to the damages and they had. Fuck. Then I remembered a game we used to play with my friends with a flood light. We would drive through a neighborhood and shine the powerful light on the street light. The brightness of our flood light would tell the sensor that it was daylight and to shut down. It always worked like a charm. Excitedly, I continued to formulate my attack. I was going to fuck that bitch silly and make her beg for more. As I thought about the details, I got a raging erection, and my 10 inch cock pushed unrelentingly against my jeans. Seeking relief, I unzipped my fly and freed my rock hard cock from my pants. I tickled the purple head with my fingers before encircling my hand around the hot flesh and pumped out a half-cup of cum. I knew I would have to jerk myself off again before entering the house so I wouldn't cum too quickly. I wanted to make this first fuck last a long time. The first thing I did was park my car in the mall parking lot about a mile from her neighborhood and as far as possible from any lights. Dressed in sweat pants and a gray hoodie, I would look like a jogger going on my evening run. Nobody ever looks twice at somebody running at night as long as they were dressed for it. Even the cops didn't give you anything but a cursory glance. I had already been jogging in the area for over a month so that I would be a familiar figure if anyone had been watching. The last part of my preparation involved the mental part. As any psychiatrist, psychologist or CIA interrogator will tell you, the hardest criminal to catch is one without a conscience. If you have no remorse, there is no guilt. If there is not guilt, there will be no outward impression of guilt. The only thing that would remain in the mind of a remorseless person would be the successful achievement of a goal. To eliminate any remorse, I had convinced myself this was a demonstration of my love. It would be, in my mind, our wedding night even though we were only uniting our bodies this first time. After a few more couplings, she would be mine (body and soul), and beg for me to continue to quench the fires of her desire. Tonight would only be a watching night; a study night. My only intention was to observe her ritual (if she had one) of what she did when she came home from work. Did she undress and shower first? Did she have a glass of wine and read her mail? Did she masturbate for relaxation as some of the others had? Or did she just collapse on her couch and watch the news on TV? She surprised me. She changed into some running shorts, a sports bra (she needed that for her 36D breasts), a short t-shirt and laced her feet into some expensive running shoes. Then she bound out her door like as graceful gazelle in search of a mate. Her long, reddish blond hair swung from side to side as she ran. Although I was in pretty good shape, I couldn't maintain her pace so I jogged back to her house to wait for her. I unlocked the back door easily because there was no dead bolt lock and slipped inside, hiding in the closet by the front door. I tried to slow my heartbeat and began rubbing my penis where the blood needed to be. I wanted a world class hard-on when I took her; again, again and again; the last few times with her vigorously begging for more as she sweated and twisted her body under me for deeper penetration. She would even cry that she loved me. I loved that part of the sexual meeting even though it was referred to as rape. Half way through the act, it became lust rather than rape, turning to a demented sort of love. That is why I never killed any of these women. They loved me as I did them. Now; back to the lovely Natalie. I could hear her deep breathing as she began to relax from her run. She pulled a large bottle of Evian from the fridge and took several gulps before heading for the bathroom. As she went, she kicked off her shoes, pulled off her t-shirt and her bra, and slipped her sweat pants off, pulling off her wet panties with them. I could smell her sex. It was musky; the way a woman should smell. I heard the shower turned on and imagined her lithe and muscular body slipping under the steaming water to cleanse her soft skin. That was when I made my move to approach her bathroom. Before I went inside, I took off all of my clothes and put my hand around my semi-hard 9 inch cock. At full excitement, it grew to 11 inches with a girth of at least six inches. I watched through the curtain and stared as she washed her hair, realizing that this was the best time to step into the shower. I slipped in gently and when she had rinsed off the shampoo, I put my arm and smothered her mouth and with my other hand, trailed it down her stomach to her artfully shaved snatch. I put my middle finger in first so I could curl it back and upward searching for her g-spot. She gasped into my hand as I found it and squirmed as I flicked her bulging clit. I knew she was getting pussy-wet and so did she, but she wanted to play the struggle game with me. She shouted the old, "Please stop. Please don't do this to me." "You mean getting the fuck of your life? Honey, you are going to love this and meet me for some more after we're done. You're too beautiful to have never had a proper banging in that slick slit of yours. Your wetness only tells me you want it so bad, you're about to grab me and hop right on my hard cock. I love the hold-on-and-ride position. I can really get deep into your cunt with your whole body bouncing down on my cock. Then I'll put you on the bed on your back and start to really work that hot pussy. I'll watch your eyes roll back into your head while you cum as I pump a big load into your pussy; some of it leaking out the clutching lips of your cunt". She stared wide-eyed at me during this graphic description of my plans. I guess she'd never fucked a writer before. With boldness that I had not anticipated, she spat out, "What do you write on? Bathroom walls? I smacked her hard across the face, lifted her off her feet and flipped her around so she was facing me. "You sleazy bitch. You have no idea to whom you are talking. Is that grammar good enough for you, cunt? I'm a published author and you are nothing but an ignorant slut who can barely read the funnies in the newspaper." She fought me futilely as I cupped her tight ass in my hands, pulling her cheeks apart so my cock could seesaw back and forth against the lips of her drenched pussy. Lifting her higher, I carried her back to her bedroom and threw her on the bed. We were both sopping wet from the shower marking our progress from the carpet to her bed. Instead of pouncing on top of her luscious body, I tied her legs of each bedpost and crawled upward, licking her calves and thighs as I went until I opened her wet count with my tongue and drooled into her. I could feel her stomach quiver as her legs began to move upward around my hips. As much as she fought, we both knew that she was close to an explosive orgasm due to the size of my cock; and I was still moving deeper into her. She began crying out; "Fuck; I hate you. Fuck me anyway and make sure you cum with me, your bastard. Keep your sorry dick hard." Never in my life had I had a woman so overcome with pleasure that she became a sexual demon. As I began to bounce her up and down just an inch at a time, driving my cock deeper and deeper into her dripping snatch. She almost strangled me as she tightened her grip around my neck when I hit bottom, a place no one had ever reached before. She grunted and wheezed while I held her in place so she could get used to the depth and width of my cock stretching out her pussy as she had never felt in her life. Almost imperceptibly, I could feel her vagina muscles start to squeeze and throb against my cock. I lifted her about and inch and dropped her on my cock again. She blew out her breath in gasps and muttered into my neck, "Oh god, now you're getting it right." One more bounce and she was convinced I was. With my muscular thighs spread wide for balance, I used my upper body strength to rub her body up against mine as I began to pound a slow rhythm into her warm, wet cunt. "Oh, god. You filthy fucker, you're killing me." "Fuck, fuck, fuck. You bastard," she screamed. "You're the only worthless bastard to touch me in places I didn't know I had. I feel like your cock is already in my womb and about to push into my stomach." I had slipped my bulbous head into the opening of her womb and began to feel that familiar tingling in my balls that signaled a volcano of cum was about to erupt. She could feel it too as my cock began to grow in length and hardness. As we both approached orgasm, she begged me fill her up with cum until her stomach stuck out. After a few more plunges into her clutching wetness, she finally began to cry, "Cum, you fucking bastard. Pump that hot cum into my pussy. Can you do that? Are you man enough to fill up my wet cunt?" Her last words caused a river of cum to speed up from my balls, through my cock and shoot into her womb with the force of a garden hose turned on full blast. We were both sweating profusely and the slickness of our bodies rubbing against each other... My cock had finally shrunk to its normal nine inches but was still deep in her cunt. She began squeezing it again until I could feel my hardness start to push her pussy to a tight stretch. "Don't you dare take it out, goddamn you. We're not nearly through with what it takes to fuck someone silly and that's what we need to do to each other. Get it up. I want to feel your body on top of mine and fuck me until your bid cock makes a dent in my stomach." What was supposed to be rape had now turned into a wanton sexual frenzy between two consenting adults. We were fucking each other's brains out. "Deeper, harder, faster you big bastard. Make me cum again. I want another hot blast up my cunt, and then I want you to fuck my ass." The sweat from out bodies ran in rivulets, soaking the sheets. Working her body as hard as I could, my chest heaved for breath like I was running a marathon. And, in a sense, I was. I thought to myself, "Who the fuck is raping who?" As my body slapped wetly against hers, I could feel her cunt start to tighten around my cock. This only made my cock swell more as my impending orgasm built for release. "Wait. Don't cum yet. I want us to cum at the same time. I'm almost there. Are you?" "Yes," I gasped. "Goddamn, you've got my pussy full of cock." "Just tell me when, because I'm about to fill you up with some man juice." Suddenly, her whole body stiffened as if in the clutches of a seizure. "NOW. Give it to me, NOW." As I felt her juices coat my cock, I plunged into her as deeply as I could and exploded a huge load up her womb. The overflow ran out of her pussy, soaking the sheets beneath us. Supporting myself on my arms and knees, she took my face between her hands and asked, "Who the fuck are you? Never mind. We'll get to know each other better at dinner tomorrow night before we come back her and fuck ourselves silly." I just grinned at her as I thought that now my lonely old days were over. My search was over. I finally got what I've always wanted. And I think she did, too. But...I was a little nervous, too. A New Start Kit breathed heavily as her back arched. She had never been so inflamed. She was aware of her breasts swinging up and down as she brought her body up and down over Henry's cock. Her nipples were very visibly hard and as she pulled on one of them she brought herself even closer to another powerful orgasm. "Oh God Henry, I'm going to come again!" "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" Henry's own grunts were elevated as he grabbed Kit's hips and forced her down hard. He now had his full thickness and length in her and he let out a long groan as his own orgasm began. "...four! Five! Six!" Kit counted six jets of semen slap deep into her from Henry's beautiful member. The feeling of his orgasm sealed it for her and she finally went over the edge. Her entire body collapsed down on him and she mashed her chest into his as their mouths found each other. Kit explored Henry's mouth as she rocked her hips up and down a little more, milking the remaining fluid from his cock. "Does this thing ever soften?" she quipped. "Not if I can help it," Henry smiled in return. Kit looked around her into the merger of her breakfast nook and kitchen and then out through the door to the patio where their dinner was now very cold and flames of the candles she had lit were reflecting in the water sweating off of the wine bucket Henry had prepared earlier. "Yes Henry, I think I'm going to like it here!" Five months earlier. "Two million dollars! Come now Katherine. That is an exorbitant amount!" Her father exclaimed. Jerry had the look of a man who had been gut punched. He clearly was negotiating for his life, but knew he wasn't holding any cards. "Seriously Gerald!? Put yourself in my position. I am a member of the community; people know me and my work. This is embarrassing. Maybe if you had come to visit your husband at work and caught him! Caught him banging away at something other than his files. But you didn't! I did." Kit was doing a nice job of keeping her emotions in check, and to tell you the truth she knew this whole fiasco was just about over. She had been the perfect trophy wife. Black hair and brown eyes accompanied her symmetrical face and what she proudly admitted was a really nice body of an athlete. Her lifestyle had improved a very nice physique that if anything had possessed breasts that were a little too large for her frame, but had made her very effective as a public asset for the company. Her soon to be ex-husband never deserved her, but at twenty-two she had no idea about that. She had married the college baseball stud turned corporate executive. She had finished her doctorate in Literature in the early years of their marriage while doing all the requisite duties of a wealthy corporate wife. She had been the public face and well shaped body of the firm all over the country in fact and had helped her husband and father at a thousand fundraisers simply by showing a bit of tight skin and the sweetest smile that radiated from her entire body. Now twenty-eight, she regretted she had ever met Karl. She regretted the six years lost to him. She regretted but now understood the childless marriage. She regretted that Saturday afternoon when she hoped she could surprise Karl at his office with a little afternoon delight only to find him pounding his intern from behind. What she did not currently regret was that she had had the presence of mind to take a picture of her husband breaking their marriage vows and violating his intern. What she did not currently regret was the fact that Karl's intern was a man. What she did not currently regret was that she had hired a private investigator to follow Karl to any number of liaisons with additional men and some women. What she did not regret was the stack of photos now in front of her father. She felt bad for Gerry. He was a sweetheart of a man to her. His son had stolen the entire world from him. "Gerry, what I am proposing is this. I want a brand new life. I want to move back North. I want to teach. Karl and I get a quiet divorce on my terms, or we get a very public divorce on very different terms. This is the South, after all, and those photos don't help any of us. I didn't deserve what Karl did, and neither did you." Gerry sighed and hung his head. He rose slowly from his ancient oak desk and walked around to her. He took her pen and signed the agreement. He embraced her very softly and warmly. "I am so very sorry Kit. You deserved better." He packed all of the photos away and sadly turned. He slumped into his chair again and turned to the window that overlooked one of most historic and beloved parks in all of Charleston. "Go have a good life. I will miss you my dear and our golf games. You are a truly rare beauty and you are the person my son should have been." Kit blew him a kiss and turned and left, wiping away a small tear of her own. She had no relatives left in Boston anymore and needed to stay far away from the social circles of the South. She had her integrity, some publishing house contacts she had made in various fundraisers, her doctorate and two million dollars to fall back on when she applied for a job teaching literature at a small liberal arts college in the northwest. Although she had never before even visited the Northwest, she fell in love with the town and the mountains and the people. She was counting on creating an entirely new life for herself. Real estate was not cheap in the town and she opted for a newer development on a golf course. She had three months left before her classes were due to start in the next term and although she had already started working and organizing for those classes and for publishing work of her own, she spent a great deal of time working on setting up her new home. The developer, Ed, and she had designed a spacious sweeping ranch house that overlooked one of the fairways on the course. She spent a good deal of time picking out designs and materials that would keep the house in the high end of prices along the development. Ed was a kind man who always seemed to try to offer her the lower end of materials, as if he was protecting her from spending too much. She never really let on about how much money she had, but told him she would manage just fine. With this settled he finally acquiesced to her design for a backyard with a very tastefully designed pool and grotto combination that would require a great deal of talent from a real stone mason. "To do this right, I think I'll need to subcontract this out to the Professor and his crew. The boys are more than a bit rough around the edges, but the Professor keeps them under control." Ed explained that Henry James was the best man for the job and although nicknamed the Professor, was really a colorful individual quite gifted with the ability to manipulate all sorts of outdoor projects. "I'm a good old builder," Ed explained, but that boy is a plain rock whisperer. "He is the one you'll want for the pool and backyard design. I'll send him by tomorrow." The next day Kit was busily helping Ed's crew sand some oak that would eventually become part of her study, when a black Jeep pulled up to the house. Kit could hear Ed and a man she had to assume would be her new stone mason talking in the yard. Laughter and shouts of hello echoed throughout the site as Ed's workers greeted Henry with good natured humor. Kit rose up from her saw horses to greet Ed and her new company expecting to put her eyes on another good old construction guy when she instead put her eyes on one of the most handsome faces she had ever seen. Henry James was far from an old construction guy, but was rather beautiful she thought. What she saw at first glance was a powerfully built torso on a tanned body and a head with short blonde military cut. As he entered the room still conversing with Ed, her turned to face her and showed her the most amazing set of blue eyes. Clear and calm, the eyes smiled at her in greeting as he introduced himself. "Hello. I'm Henry James. Ed says you might want to use my crew for your landscaping?" His handshake was firm, but not hard. His hands were strong and calloused, but still somehow gentle. He was wearing khaki cargo pants and a black polo shirt and he looked a lot more like an athlete than a mason. A small spark ricocheted through long dormant areas of her body, but somehow Kit was able to keep from completely losing her composure. "Well I hope we can work it out Mr. James. "Please call me Henry Mrs....Miss Barnes? Well if I can tear you away from your sanding, let's take a walk through out back and see what you have in mind for me." "It's Miss ....and please call me Kit," she replied a little too quickly she worried. Suddenly she felt more conscious of her appearance than she had felt in a great while. As she watched Ed smile a bit at some inward triumph she heard herself say to the men "Let me just freshen up a bit and I'll join you outside." "Well, no need on my account ma'am...um, Kit. I'm a bit too clean, but Ed here told me to look presentable. Now I suspect why." Ed only offered a meek "who me?" face and excused himself. Henry's smile was as uncomfortable as her giggle and they were both uneasy until Henry suggested they just jump right in. The next hour was one of the most enjoyable Kit remembered having for the past few years. Henry James was an educated former athlete and former soldier who made his living as a landscape architect who specialized in stone work. His mother had named him after her favorite writer and the irony about his name and her job was not lost on either of them. His questions were direct and very respectful of her design interests. He never once questioned her choice of materials, and indeed was very complimentary of her choices. He voiced his opinions comfortably and together they devised a plan to get underway as soon as his crew was finished with their current job. She found herself enjoying his company and she showed him all of the plans for her house and was very proud to note how active she was in the construction. After Henry excused himself for the day by offering a very interesting smile and an "until I next have the pleasure of your company," Kit found herself full of a feeling she had not dared to have for some time. Henry stirred up very interesting thoughts and emotions. Kit spent the next few days looking forward to the times Henry called or dropped by the work site to ask a few more questions or to show her some finer points of his plans. They seemed to be beginning quite a cordial, even friendly working relationship. About three days later Henry and his crew were at work in the yard, diligently working on the plans they had created together. Henry led a crew of young men who were a little rough around the edges and full of vile profanity and jokes at the expense of each other, but Kit noticed that Henry led them all into a habit of pride in their craft. In turn, they called him the Professor, because he was always teaching them something about their work and about life itself. As Kit observed this, she grew into a more profound respect for Henry and her appreciation for his physical bearing and assets was expanding greatly. She was now aware of a pretty ripe crush she was developing. Kit was enjoying herself immensely. She really had become a new woman. Her role in planning and building her house had given her a lot of reasons to feel better about her place in the universe. About four days into her landscaping project, she was busy cleaning up inside as she heard Henry's crew departing just a bit ahead of schedule for the day. She rushed to freshen her appearance as well as she could before Henry made his way into report on their progress. Henry had been making a habit of checking in with her before he left. She had spent all day looking forward to the chance to spend some time, and was aware of having become quite bold in her flirting. She was still fumbling and adjusting her shirt and unzipped shorts as she heard him begin to speak as he rounded the corner into her future kitchen. "Hey Kit.....we are knocking off early today. The concrete needs some time to setup before we apply the color and we can't really do anything else with the ..." he began as he set his eyes on her. "....stone work......" he lamely finished. He had seen enough of her underwear on both the top and bottom to qualify as nearly scandalous. "I'm so sorry Kit. I didn't, I mean, I'm sorry." He stammered out these last few words with a look of defeat and yet a half grin began to form. "My fault, Henry. You didn't know I'd have dropped my drawers in the middle of my kitchen. I'm not sure what I was doing finishing dressing here. Let me finish up here and we can get down to business." It wasn't until she finished this sentence that she lifted the panels of her shorts up enough to zipper them, and Henry had more than enough time to see the contours of her trimmed bush through the opaque panels of her underwear. The entire event lasted ten seconds, but gave her a tingle and a rush. To his credit Henry had recovered enough to laugh it off with a joke and a fairly bold flirt of his own as he countered. "Well, don't go rushing on my account. Your kitchen looks just fine." He said it with a smile, but it carried enough of a hint of seriousness to really spark warmth in her that she felt rapidly growing. They spent the next few clumsy seconds looking at each other until Henry offered the chance to move past the moment. "Let's take a look outside at your new pool shall we." Desperate to recapture the moment or at least to keep the idea alive, Kit searched for something to say. "How about something to drink as we take our tour? Wine or beer?" "Okay...beer." Henry seemed relaxed enough to accept where things were headed. As she returned with two cold bottles of Hoegaarden, he gallantly offered her his arm and led her to the door to her backyard. "Don't read too much into the name of the beer Henry, despite my behavior," she quipped. "Well, it was looking pretty promising, but had you offered me a bottle of "Take me now Big Boy, then I would know what kind of a night I was in for." Kit realized her crush was now formal. Henry was funny, he was handsome and he was able to flirt without losing it. This could turn out pretty promising. Their tour turned into a walk, their walk into a deeper conversation and before Kit realized it, she and Henry had spent about two hours of easy time together. There was a definite attraction that Kit knew was mutual. There was a depth to him she appreciated. She found herself laughing with Henry and touching him as she talked, little taps on his hands and shoulders when he joked and told stories. She appreciated his respectful silence when she told him about her ex-husband, feeling as though she had to tell him the full story in order to progress and she was absolutely elated to want to progress with Henry. As they rounded back into sight of her house, Kit realized her need for Henry. "Henry, I'd like to continue this when you are finished with the work. Let me take you out to dinner to celebrate." It was really important to Kit that she do this, for her own purposes, for her state of mental health, for her idea of her new independence. Henry had to let her take him out to dinner. She was at a fragile crossroads and Henry's response put her into a state of ease. "That would be great." No fuss, no worries. Just a smile and then he did something that was so perfect for the moment: he took her hand in his and led her back to her pool as quietly as they had begun their tour. "We are building quite a space for you here Kit. I'm really pleased with how it is going. I hope you will be happy." He let her hand go and although both felt like kissing the other, the moment was still too gentle for that. As her job concluded over the next few days, the project really blossomed. The feelings they had felt beginning were blossoming as well and they spent a good deal of time engaged in banter of an increasing intimacy. Kit enjoyed Henry's wit and humor. He treated her well and although she felt as though she would have melted into him had he initiated any contact, Kit appreciated his respect for their relationship while she was still his client. On the last day of the job, both Henry and Ed were present to announce the full conclusion of the project. They presented Kit with several nice additions to her outdoor kitchen and pool that she had not expected and they toasted her health and new life. She demanded that all of the boys on Henry's crew take a celebratory first dive into her pool and they had a great time concluding the job. After about a half hour as the crew made their way home and goodbyes were said, Ed managed to extricate himself with good grace. As he made his way out, he simply smiled at the two and winked. "Now about that dinner," Kit began. "Yes ma'am?" God he is really cute the way he says that thought Kit. "I've learned enough about you over the past few weeks that I have a good guess about where to take you. Pick me up at 7 tomorrow if that's okay with you? We'll have a drink and then head to dinner." "Yes ma'am! I will be here with bells on." His smile was so genuine and so affectionate that Kit felt her knees weaken a bit. They had moved beyond flirting into full blown sexual tension, but both knew enough to keep it simmering. "Henry.." she called out as he headed around to the front yard. "Yeah Kit?" She really couldn't help herself. "About those bells....be sure to wear some clothes too." It was taken as the flirty joke it was, but Henry wasn't caught short with his response when he said "Well at least through dinner." And with that he smiled and was gone. The rest of the night and the next day were torturous for Kit. Getting any real work done was too much to ask. Her dreams were full of Henry. Slick, wet, dirty dreams. She hadn't had real sex in months now and she was really anxious. On top of that her ex-husband had been a lousy lover and she craved the idea of a real man. She knew that Henry was more of a man than anyone she had ever met and that he matched her anticipation and her feelings. By five o'clock, she had imagined him in her, behind her, and above her so many times in the past few hours; Kit doubted she could even hold out through dinner. The plan she had put together made her blush and as she heard seven o'clock chime on her grandfather clock, she felt her mouth go dry and her nipples harden against the sheer fabric of her dress. She smiled as Henry pulled up and bounded towards the door. His open and friendly nature softened his muscular frame and it was that that finished off what she found so delicious about him. She opened the door for him before he could knock and received his smile with one of her own. Despite some obvious sexual tension, the two really were happy to spend time together. She didn't even fully realize that until now. Henry leaned into kiss her in greeting and she received him willingly. Hold up his hands he showed her two bottles of wine and one bottle of Tequila. "I wasn't sure what kind of dinner we had in mind, so I thought I'd cover a few angles. I hope you like your new life here! If you don't mind me saying so immediately, you look positively gorgeous!" "Thanks Henry! You too." Maybe it was the wrong frame of sentence for him, but he received it well. They lingered in the doorway very close to each other. "I made a command decision to make dinner for us if that is okay? How about some Mexican on my new patio." "That sounds great Kit, but I thought you were more Spanish in your background, and don't you think the patio is a bit....open? Henry was proud of his joke, but serious about the meaning behind it. He wanted her too. He wanted her tonight. A New Start Henry put the bottles of wine into an ice bucket, and filled it with ice. He opened the tequila and poured out a small amount for both of them. She watched him cross over the blue stone patio and back to her door and found her eyes with his. They toasted their project and Henry offered a special toast "To endings and new beginnings!" Kit laughed as the sensation of the tequila washed over her and moved closer to him as he crossed into her house. "Henry, I want this to be nice. I want this....I want.....us to be." They were both old enough to be direct. Henry responded by pulling her close and by moving his face into hers. Their first kiss happened not far from the spot where Henry had caught her with her shorts down. It was a nice kiss. It was long enough to get the fire kindled and for both of them to undergo some important chemical and physical reactions. Henry broke the kiss first, looked directly into her eyes and without a hint of fear said: "Kit, I want us to be too." The passion of the moment was on both of them. The sexual tension they had each nurtured over the past few weeks was about to erupt. Kit hungrily kissed Henry again, this time pressing into his body with hers. She felt his body respond, felt the obvious growth in his pants. Henry cupped her ass with his hands and pulled her harder into him, their bodies rubbing together. Kit felt Henry slide the straps of her dress to the side and free her breasts. The nipples pointed towards his mouth had grown larger and darker and Kit watched anxiously as Henry's mouth moved to take her left nipple. The shock ripple through both of them as his tongue massaged her nipple and as his thumb and forefinger took her right. Pulling Henry back to her face for more kissing, Kit thrust her tongue into Henry's mouth and for a few moments they were lost in this kiss. But their urgency was upon them. Kit began to unbuckle Henry's belt and pants. She needed to feel and taste him. Kit slid down Henry's torso as she made ready for the moment of truth. She pulled Henry out of his pants and moved her mouth close to nibble on his cock through his boxers. "That's not very nice," Henry growled. "No?" Kit quipped. "I'm sorry sir, I promise to do better." She lowered his boxers and was slapped in the face by his cock as it was freed. Henry had a very nice cock. It was currently very hard and very purple, but it was thick and long and looked like it needed some release. Kit always enjoyed the smell of a cock, but now felt as though this one was meant for her. "Very nice," she purred. "I hope you like it," was all Henry could muster at the moment. He moved his hips so that the head of his cock rested against her chin and she figured out the rest, taking about three or four inches of him in short, soft slides until she worked up enough saliva take in more. She bobbed her head up and down and then assumed a nice pace of taking him in to her mouth in two or three short dips and then on the third and fourth strokes a nice long deep stroke until he was in her throat. The only sounds emanating from her doorway for several minutes was the wet slurping sounds of a blow job. Both seemed to be in a reverie. Henry broke this silence saying "My God in heaven" in a way that seemed to be meant only for him to hear, but it encouraged Kit to keep going for several minutes more until she felt him stiffen more as her jaw grew somewhat sore. She wanted him to cum and knew it would be soon. She picked up her pace on the head of his cock and added a new and impromptu swirl which produced a clearly audibly intake of breath from Henry. "Kit, I'm going to cum if you don't stop!" Triumphant at last, Kit decided that she wanted Henry to cum in her mouth. She had never allowed this before, but felt that this was the time. Rather than heeding his warning, Kit picked up her pace, and from her position on her knees, fixed her eyes right on Henry's face. With a smile of her eyes and a nod, Kit let Henry know it was okay to relax. Henry responded almost immediately and she watched his face intently for the next few moments. As she slid down his shaft one last time, Kit felt Henry's legs set and flex and felt his sac contract. He came in her face explosively, sending jets of cum into her mouth and throat. His eyes went flat with his release and his breathing stopped as if his body was using all of its power to ejaculate. The amount of semen and the force of it was stunning. The smell, taste and sound of his orgasm made her so wet that she realized she was in a desperate situation herself. She released his cock from her mouth with a pop as she tried to swallow his magnificent load. Henry's hardness persisted in front of her face as he helped her to her feet. He held her gently, caressing her face and breasts and then kissed her when it seemed that she has recovered. She didn't know really what to expect now and was surprised when Henry's tongue pressed into her mouth. She relaxed and returned the kiss and once again they began to press into each other. Henry pushed her dress all the way down her legs and Kit stepped out of it, leaving her wearing her soaked lace panties and high heeled sandals. He backed her towards her kitchen island and lay her back on the cold granite countertop as he pulled off her panties. "You won't be needing these for a while," he said with a smile. Henry moved his body up against hers, renewing the kiss, then slowly tracing her body with his lips and tongue until she felt his breath against her dripping nether lips. The few minutes of attention she allowed him there brought her to a quick and powerful orgasm as his tongue could both part her with quick thrusts and curl up into her creating such a sharp and unique pleasure that she had never felt before. "I don't want to know how you learned that, but remind me to thank whoever she was," Kit gasped as her body convulsed. They shared a moment of intimate laugher as Henry stood up to kiss her again. They could taste their respective juices in their mouths and the remnants of the tequila. Henry's cock bobbed in the warm air at somewhere between half and fully erect and as he watched her watch his cock, it seemed to grow thicker by the moment. "Henry that was amazing, but I need that in me as soon as possible!" Kit was surprised at the words that escaped her lips, but Henry understood her passion and shared her need. With a sweet smile and true tenderness he took hold of her hips, bent his head to taste her nipples again and brought his lips to hers for the gentlest of kisses. He nestled his forehead against hers and they looked at each other. It was a strange but tender moment between lovers. "Kit, I am only too happy to oblige." With that she felt him turn her body, his hardness brushing along her hips and buttocks as she turned. She instinctively followed his hands and bent forward. She felt his cock slide down her crack and press a bit at her anus before Henry adjusted himself and found her aching slit. She felt him press so easily into her from behind that she muttered a surprised "oh my." A feeling of incredible pleasure overtook her. Henry's size stretched her to a point that she had never imagined being comfortable, but the way he filled her triggered such passion in her that she found herself thrusting back into him. Their union was strong and smooth. Henry was in control of his thrusts and before they had completed twenty strokes, the warmth of another small orgasm began to overtake her. She thought about having watched her husband and another man in this position and felt those images to be from another, much unhappier life. For several minutes she gave herself to the pure feeling of being well fucked by a man who obviously enjoyed the task. Kit broke their union briefly and moved to face Henry. He followed the pressure she placed on his shoulder and lay down on the floor. Just before Kit took up a new position straddling Henry, she took hold of him with her hands and sank her mouth back on him for several quick sucks, until finally lowering herself on his full hardness and once again finding their rhythm. After only a few more minutes Kit breathed heavily as her back arched.......... A New Start My name is Ted and I have just experienced what I can only call a miracle. Yeah, I know, you probably don't believe in miracles. Well, I don't believe in coincidences but I do believe in providence. It all started a year ago last November. I was alone in my old farm house in the rural hills of our state. I, at that time, was a bachelor with little likelihood of marriage. It wasn't that I wanted to be single, I just had never found the person I wanted who also wanted me. I have adequate funds to live on without having to work for the rest of my life. Before you call me lucky I should tell you why I have the money. Shortly after earning my Ph.D. in Physics my parents decided to take a trip to Idaho. My dad was a successful surgeon and my mom taught physiology at the local university. They invited me along since there were four seats in my dad's private plane. The plane was almost a flying antique. It was an early Piper upper wing monoplane just a bit bigger than a Piper Cub. It had been made in the forties and used wood and canvas construction. The trip and vacation went well until our return flight. My dad was only licensed for VFR (visual flight rules). That is, he didn't have the training to fly only by instruments. Since the trip was only about three hundred miles, and the airstrip was only a very flat hayfield that had been cut and baled the previous week, dad didn't file a flight plan and only had the local flight information from the weather bureau radio messages. We were about a hundred miles from nowhere when the ceiling closed down on us. We had relatively heavy rain, but could still see the ground. What none of us saw was the ice build-up on the wings. By the time my dad realized that the controls weren't responding right it was too late. (Older small planes normally were not equipped with de-icing systems on their wings and control surfaces.) It was obvious that we needed to make an emergency landing. Our problem was that we were over some pretty rugged ground with lots of trees. Dad made the best landing he could, but it wasn't good enough. Our left wing hit a tree rupturing the left wing gas tank.. If the plane had not broken in two, just behind the pilot's seat, I would not be telling you this. The plane was an inferno before we came to a stop. I was severely burned and had numerous broken bones. My folks weren't so lucky. They both died. I didn't fully appreciate the damage done until I came to in the university's burn unit. They did the best that they could, but it's hard to make a new face with what they started with. My hands, arms, and legs were a mess, but my face would require me to wear a mask to keep from frightening people. Anyway, a year ago November I was sitting alone in my living room looking out at the snow and sleet, with a nice fire in the fireplace. I was glad to be inside. The road in front of my house is a twisty unpaved back road. Unfortunately, it is also easy to mistake the turn onto my road with the turn going to Smithton. Along about dusk a car came tearing down the road. It was going far too fast to handle the curve in front of my house. The crash was messy. Fortunately there was no fire and later I found out that the driver was belted in properly. I called 911 and was informed that our county was under a state of emergency. Even emergency vehicles were staying in town or on main roads. I got on my heavy clothes and went out with a flashlight and first aid kit to see if I could help. The way the car had landed had caused the windshield to pop out. When I worked my way in to the driver it was obvious that she was out cold. It was also obvious that the gas tank had ruptured. Based upon my fear of being burned again, I decided to risk moving the driver. I tried to be as careful as I could. It took me ten minutes to slide her out. I could have done it more quickly but I didn't know how badly she might be hurt. When I got her inside the house I removed her heavy winter coat and boots and laid her on my couch in front of my fireplace. Being a doctor's kid I was relatively well versed in first aid. My dad had insisted I take enough first aid to almost be certified as an EMT. It came in handy now. I proceeded to check her arms and legs of signs of fracture. Her head, although bruised up from hitting the drivers side window and being hit by the air bag, didn't feel like it had taken any severe blows. However, it was obvious that her legs needed attention. She was bleeding from both shins. I got my first aid kit open and brought in a fresh bottle of hydrogen peroxide. Her pants were tight enough that I couldn't roll them up her leg, so I cut them away with EMT scissors. The leg cuts were deep, but the bone was not showing. I washed them with the peroxide and then covered them with betadine. I butterflyed the wounds as well as I could and then applied Telfa pads, a double layer of surgical sponge, and an ace bandage. There was now some seepage but no serious bleeding. I got out my penlight, peeled up an eyelid and checked the pupillary reflex in each of her eyes. They contracted at the same rate, but she was still definitely out cold. I covered her with blankets and sat down to pray and to wait. I was worried that when she awoke I would scare her with my face and hands. I put on some gause gloves and a surgical mask. That would cover some of my facial damage. ************ It was half an hour later that she started to show signs of coming to. I had already put a basin and towel next to her knowing that she might well be nauseated upon coming to. She was. After some serious vomiting I helped her clean up with the towel. She looked at me, and the room and asked the obvious question. "Where am I?" "You are in my living room. Your car was wrecked and I knew that you needed to be warmed up and your wounds attended to. I can assure you that you are safe here." "Are you a doctor?" "No, but my dad was. He insisted I learn how to provide good first aid." "Who are you and why are you wearing a mask and gloves?" "My name is Ted and I didn't want to frighten you with my hands and face. They are not at all pretty." "Why?" "I was badly burned a few years ago and the doctors did the best that they could. However, good is a relative term. By the way, what is your name?" "My name is Ebony. I'm thirsty. Could you make me a good stiff drink?" "No, I can't. Alcohol would mask signs of a concussion, and before you ask so would any pain killers. However I can offer you some tea or hot chocolate. I would have said coffee, but the caffeine would have boosted your blood pressure a bit and I don't want to see you hurt any more than you are." "I'd like hot chocolate then. I want to sit up." She tried to sit up but couldn't do it. "You might be better off laying down for a while. I don't want you going into shock. However, if you insist on sitting up I will help you sit up." Ebony insisted on sitting up so I very gently helped her sit up right next to the right arm of the couch. After putting the blankets around her again I went into the kitchen and made two cups of hot chocolate. I brought them out to the living room, handed her a cup and took a seat in an armchair. "To drink this, I am going to have to take off the mask. I need to warn you that you will not find the result pleasant. I'm sorry!" With that I removed my mask. She involuntarily took in a brief breath and looked away from me. "Thank you for warning me, and thank you for having the mask on when I regained consciousness. Why did you go out in the bad weather to rescue me? If I were in the city, people would call in the emergency and then leave to do whatever they had been doing." "Well, that is a complicated question. First, as a Christian I am called on to help people when I can do so. Second, I know what it is like to be in a wreck that catches fire. I couldn't stand by and watch it happen to anybody. Third, I just wanted to help." "What are you going to want for helping me?" "Nothing. I would consider an attempt to pay me to be a sort of personal insult. I didn't do this for a reward. I am not in need of money. I have most of the things I want. So, please don't even think about payment. If, within the next two to three hours you are still looking okay, and if your pupils still contract and expand at the same rate I will help you into my guest room. It has a good lock on the inside of the door. You will not be disturbed." "I don't know what to say. I am not used to people like you." We sat back and watched the fire. I helped my guest to the bathroom, once, and finally into the now warm guest room. I showed her where there was a good bathrobe and helped her to the edge of the bed where I had folded the blanket and sheet back, Then I left the room. ******** I was up long before my guest awoke. I made a fresh pot of coffee and a nice coffee cake. As I was finishing up my kitchen chores I heard the bathroom door close. A few minutes later I heard footsteps approaching the kitchen. I immediately saw that her face was black and blue and that she was having difficulty walking. I quickly pulled out a chair at the kitchen table, helped her sit, and slid the chair into place at the table. I got my penlight and checked her pupils again. The rates were equal and rapid enough. "Would you like some coffee and coffee cake?" "I would love some. Can I also have some ibuprofen or acetaminophen?" "Yes, you can. Since they operate in different ways in the body you can actually take both at the same time. The acetaminophen is very good for headaches and the ibuprofen is very good for muscle aches." I brought bottles of both medicines to her and then served the coffee and cake. "Do you take anything in your coffee?" "No, thank you. Could you drive me into town later?" "I wish I could, Ebony. There is a county wide state of emergency due to the ice and snow. We are snowed in. Don't worry though, you are as safe here as if you were in your own home. We have plenty of fuel for heat and more than enough food." "I don't have a home anymore. My source of income dried up and the area I lived in was too expensive. I have no family so I decided to go to Smithton and find a small place and some type of job. My grandfather was from Smithton and I fondly remember that town. By the way, what do you do?" "Well, when I want to work I do some technical work by means of the Internet. People don't have to look at me that way. Also, what I do doesn't need the presence of any people. Paper, pencil, and computer are all I need to work. However, I don't need to work. My parents had excellent insurance and had good investments. When they died I inherited it." "I'm sorry to hear that they are dead. Was that the accident that burned you?" "Yes. What kind of work did you do?" Ebony hesitated and then said: "I was an entertainer, but when you get older people don't want to see you anymore." "What kind of work were you going to be looking for in Smithton?" "Anything I can find that would keep food on the table and a roof over my head." "Well, while you look for another car, job, and place to live you are welcome to stay here. There are no strings attached. It will also be nice to have someone to talk to over meals." ********** It was a week and a half before the road in front of my house was open again. I had already told my doctor that I wanted him to give my guest a good examination. When we got into town the doctor saw her. He told her to stay off her feet as much as possible for the next week, due to the wounds on her legs. He also prescribed some pain medication and an antibiotic to fight the remnants of an old infection. I then took her to my favorite restaurant for a good meal. The restaurant is my favorite for the good food and for the tall booths in which other patrons can't see you very well. After the meal we went to look at used cars. There were no cars that I thought were reliable and economical, so we went to buy some food to restock my pantry and headed home. That evening, after dinner and over a nice glass of wine, Ebony started to ask questions. "Ted, why don't you have a good woman to take care of you?" I must have turned a bit red because she then added, "I'm sorry, don't answer if you don't want to." "No, that's okay. You've seen my face and hands. No woman that I have met has gotten to know me well enough to be able to look past the scars. I'd love to have a wife, but it is beginning to look like that is not likely." "You don't look that bad, Ted. I've only been around you for just under two weeks and I'm already not really seeing the scars anymore, I am just seeing you. Let me ask another question, why is a white guy like you willing to help a black woman?" "Ebony, I was raised knowing that people are people. The package that they are in does not change their value as human beings. You are a person, that is enough to give you value." "I've never heard it put that way before. Here's a harder question. How come you haven't been asking me pointed questions about my past? "This may sound strange to you, but here goes. We all have sides to us that are unattractive. The Good Book says something like: 'All have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.' We are all sinners, those who are saved are no better than the unsaved. The difference is we have accepted the gift of forgiveness. We haven't earned it. If you ever look at the ancestors of my Lord you will find that one of them was a prostitute. God loves us so much that he paid the price to make us clean in His sight. All we have to do is accept His gift. " "When I was a little girl my grandfather used to tell me that. I guess I never really believed it." "Tell you what, Ebony, why don't you come to visit my church this coming Sunday? I think you might find it interesting." ********* Sunday we went to the small rural church I attend. We have people who's only good clothes are a pair of clean bib overalls, and we have some that show up in nice suits. Nobody looks down their nose at anyone else. After the service we had a coffee hour. Just about everybody greeted and introduced themselves to Ebony. Ebony was quiet on the way back to my house. It was obvious that she was thinking about what she had seen and heard. During Sunday dinner I brought up an idea that I had been mulling over. "I think that I may have hit on a mutually beneficial arrangement. How about I rent you the guest room, including meals, and get you a car to commute to Smithton for work? I have gotten used to having someone to talk to. I hadn't realized how lonely I have been over the last five years or so. There would be no strings attached except that I would prefer that you not bring overnight guests home with you. What do you think?" "I would like that very much, but why are you going so far out of your way to help me? It just doesn't seem real." "Like I said, I like your company." ******* Three months later Ebony joined the church I attend. She had found the forgiveness that her grandfather had told her about. She was a new person who was at peace with herself. ******* About three months after Ebony joined our church, while she and I were sitting in the living room after dinner she looked at me and asked: "Ted, why haven't you ever made a pass at me? I've often wanted to cuddle up against you on the couch but was afraid I'd upset you. I can't figure you out." "I haven't made a pass at you because I have developed strong enough feelings about you that I question my self control. I also didn't want you to think I was trying to take advantage of you." Why haven't you pressed me for details about my previous work?" "Because I know what your previous work was. I have a DVD starring you. I figured out that you would bring up the subject if you felt comfortable with it. I didn't want to pry." "You knew that I had been a porn star, and yet you treated me like a "proper" lady? Why?" "I didn't want to hurt your feelings. I've fallen in love with you." Before I could say anything else Ebony had moved from the arm chair to the couch. You couldn't have put a piece of paper between us. "Ted, I've wanted to get close to you for the last month. I just didn't want to ruin our friendship." At that she leaned over and kissed my badly scarred face. "Ted, why do you have tears in your eyes? Did I say something wrong?" "No Ebony, it's just that this is the first kiss I've had in over five years. And the kiss is from someone I have grown to love and respect." That was all I could get out of my mouth because Ebony straddled my lap, facing me, and proceeded to kiss me on what passes for my lips. My mind had stopped working and my emotions were in charge. I kissed her back just as fervently as she had kissed me. We acted like teenagers from the late fifties for the next hour or so. That night we both, reluctantly, retired to our own rooms to sleep. I had not felt like this since before my accident. ************ It was Christmas Eve and we were cuddling together on the couch. We were listening to some traditional Christmas music when I interrupted things. "I want to give you your Christmas present early. Would you open it?" "Yes, if you want me to." I went to the tree and reached in toward the trunk and retrieved a small package. When I brought it back to the couch I handed it to her and said: "When you open it there is a very short note inside the box." Ebony had a very strange look on her face as she started to unwrap her present. When she opened the cardboard box there was a small velvet bag inside. She opened the bag with trembling fingers. What she took out was a small envelope. The envelope read: "Will you marry me?". She started repeating the word, "Yes!" over and over again. I kissed her and told her to open the envelope. Inside she found a flawless 3/4 karat diamond mounted in a platinum ring. I got off the couch, knelt down, took the ring, and slid it on her left ring finger. She leaned forward, grabbed my head, and hugged me to her chest, kissing my head. We tied the knot on New Year's eve. That night we soaked in my whirlpool bath and then slept in what had been my bed, but was now our bed. This is the miracle. A man that nobody wanted to look at is now happily married to a beautiful woman; and this beautiful woman is teaching me a lot of things to do in bed. God is good! This story will continue... A New Start Brandon Stokley had grown up pretty rough. He never met his father and his mother, being a commercial pilot, was rarely home. He learned early on to be self sufficient and independent, but had never completely learned to trust people. Throughout his grade school days he'd never started a fight, but never backed away from one. He always had served to stop bullying. In high school he was more mature than others his age and had a hard time finding lasting friendships. Normally he'd hang around the same group for a month or two before spending more time with another clique. As it turned out this made him a perfect fit for army life because he had no trouble moving around, making new friends or leaving old friends behind. His 6ft 200 pound frame, flowing blonde hair and blue eyes made him popular enough with the girls while his athleticism, fearlessness and wild nature made him a leader on his sports teams, especially football. By the time he was twenty four he had used the army to travel quite a bit. He lived in Germany for a year before deploying to Afghanistan as a medic, then reenlisted and PCS'd (Permanent Change of Station) to Ft. Lewis, Washington shortly before being deployed to Iraq. Brandon's outlook at first had been great for a career soldier, but after two tours he had seen much and began having trouble, mainly with alcohol. Brandon no longer wanted his life to revolve around the army or war. He had always gone to the bars and clubs with his friends on the weekends, but started drinking heavily by himself each week night. Usually Jack Daniels. And always straight up. Brandon often thought about how fitting his current life was for his heritage, being almost completely Scandinavian with a little English he knew his ancestors long ago were most likely fearless, hard drinking vikings. Maybe this was why the army seemed to fit him so perfectly; With the exception of the myriad of bullshit rules, of course. So, the drinking continued and his nonchalant approach to regulations caught up to him. A couple of months before he received an honorable discharge he had been late to formation due to staying up drinking all night, but instead of having woken up angry or nervous and in a hurry, he really didn't care much and didn't move any faster. Brandon had become almost completely numb. Each morning he had a couple pulls of whiskey before work, a few more during lunch and then basically counted the hours until he could get home and finish off the bottle. Almost no time was devoted to thinking about what he would do after he got out of the army. The only thing that saved him was the fact that he was almost out and his leadership, who loved him for the things he'd done in Iraq, didn't see any point in punishing a guy with one foot out the door. ---------- The first day after getting out of the army he started thinking about where he was going to go. He'd elected to stay in Olympia, WA until his contract on his apartment expired, which was only one more month and with the money he had saved from his deployments he had no financial worries. For the next few weeks he sat at his desktop, drank and looked at colleges before deciding to attend Portland Community College. Since he had no idea what he was interested in studying he figured taking some classes while working a part time job would be a pretty good idea. Now, with a week left on his contract he was heading down to Portland to meet with a potential roommate named Alyssa. Her profile on the roommate finder website included a picture that was too small to really see and it was only a face shot so Brandon figured she most likely wasn't much to look at. Still, she said she liked to cook, but was always at work or doing paperwork at home. Since Brandon wasn't much of a talker it seemed to him a busy roommate would be the best idea. He'd messaged her and basically set up a meeting without getting to know her at all. She had agreed and didn't really ask him any other questions. It seemed to him that she needed a roommate as bad as he needed a room. ---------- Brandon walked into the Starbucks in Gresham, OR, which is a suburb of Portland and also the location where Alyssa's apartment actually was. It was exactly 6pm so he was right on time, which he was thankful for since he wanted to make a good impression. Scanning the seating area he saw only one red haired girl and approached her. She stood up and he noticed her picture was very deceiving. "Alyssa?" He asked cautiously. "Yea, h-hi." She stammered, slightly taken back by how much bigger and stronger he looked in person. Brandon shook her hand and looked her straight in the eye, but his mind was completely on her small but proportionate body. She in fact had a 5'3" frame that supported 38C breasts and a nice, firm bubble ass. To make things worse she was wearing a black skirt and a white blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to reveal the top of a black lace bra and those luscious breasts of hers. He immediately started pitching a tent so he wasted no time in sitting down. Brandon started. "Nice to meet you. You look very good. You're picture left a lot to the imagination so I didn't expect to...uh, sorry. Nevermind." "Haha it's fine. I didn't expect someone so...big." She replied with a small, flirtatious smile. "Well, anyway, I don't have a job right now, but like I said online I can pay the first three months up front. I have money saved up so I'm not too worried about that." Brandon basically was on autopilot. He knew on the drive down what he'd need to say to get the apartment. The words flowed smoothly, but his mind was on Alyssa's bright green eyes and sexy hourglass figure. "Yea, that sounds good. I saw you were in the army?" "Uh, yea. So I figure I'll go to college and that will be paid for plus I will get a monthly stipend so once classes start I really won't have any problems financially." He said. He knew if she was comfortable with his financial situation he'd be a shoe-in. "Yea, the GI Bill. So do you have any problems or anything? I mean you're not struggling with anything, right?" This was exactly where he didn't want the conversation going. The truth was that Brandon took a pill to keep him from getting nightmares each night, though medical marijuana took it's place once he got discharged and it did just as good of a job without the possible side effects of the prescription he'd had. Still, the fact that he was always tense, jumpy and generally hated crowds or anyone touching him would be noticeable. He also got frequent headaches and was very irritable at times. However, like any good soldier he already had a back up plan. And considering how incredibly hot Alyssa was he had no problem employing it. Brandon figured a little flirting was in order. Maybe make her think there was some sort of "connection." It was all bullshit to him, but he had already noticed the look in her eye when he greeted her as well as the smile on her face when he complimented her. He figured it would probably be easy. Then all he'd have to worry about was not letting things get "complicated" before he had a chance to find a new place. It might be a bit underhanded, but although Brandon had an undying loyalty to his brothers in arms, he really had no regard for other people. In fact, since getting back from Iraq he began noticing he didn't even have much regard for himself. He put on a small smile, "Ha, no. I was a medic, but luckily didn't have to do my job too much. Mostly just treated sprained ankles and carried people home from the bars. He joked, knowing he hadn't told his lie very convincingly. Alyssa gave a courteous laugh, but sensed the lie. For the next few minutes she continued to ask him questions about where he was from, what his family was like and what all he'd done in the army, but Brandon seemed to be evasive about everything. This made him seem mysterious, almost dangerous to Alyssa. That wasn't usually her thing, but he also had a calm sadness in his eyes. She couldn't help the thought that it was the look of a man who needed a good woman. And a big, dominant man at that. Finally, Brandon was able to turn the questions onto her, asking what she did. "Well, I graduated with a master's in psychology and just got a job in a Portland office." Alyssa replied happily, yet still wondering why Brandon was so secretive. She didn't sense any type of danger. In fact he had perfect demeanor, good posture. He seemed like a perfect gentleman, but his past was obviously something he wasn't coming to terms with. "Great," Brandon thought to himself. "A hundred people looking for roommates in Portland and you managed to find the only one that would psychoanalyze you while picking apart every lie and half truth. You're a frickin genius, Brandon" "Wow, congrats!" he said aloud. "What kind of psych? I mean what field or whatever do you work in?" "Well, I am currently doing family psych because I like to help families stay together. Plus it's a really good way to maybe help kids who feel like they are somehow different than their friends or that their families are different. I find it pretty fulfilling." "Jesus, Christ, Brandon. What the hell." He thought. The irony was actually sort of comical and he had to stifle a small chuckle. He was from no prize family and began thinking it was time to cut his losses and head home before dark. Noticing Alyssa was only half done with her coffee and still had her entire bagel left to eat. It was time to just get up and high tail it, but right as he was about to stand up she spoke. "Well, Brandon, um, I'm really sorry, but I have a lot of paperwork to do tonight." She started. Brandon took in a large breath, half disappointed in driving all the way to Portland for a 5 minute interview that wasn't going to pan out and half relieved he didn't have to sit there with a woman prying into his thoughts all evening. "Anyway, if you want to maybe come back and see the apartment I'd be glad to show it to you." All of a sudden Brandon felt the blood leave his face. His heart began pounding and a quick jolt of adrenaline flew through him. For the first time in a long time he actually felt like he cared about something. He actually felt like he was really alive and not just walking through life aimlessly. "I know it's only a couple of hours of a drive, but I have a couch if you want to just watch a movie or something and stay the night." She continued, completely unsure of what she was saying but totally aware of why it was coming out of her mouth. Brandon looked up in astonishment and met her eyes. Alyssa looked almost as nervous as he felt. She was biting her lower lip in anticipation and her big, round green eyes stared back with a look of hope mixed with anxiety. "Uh yea, sure. yea, I'll just follow you there." He struggled to get the words out. ---------- The entire drive to her apartment Alyssa could feel that she was getting wet. She earnestly wanted Brandon to move in with her, but at the same time didn't want things to get messed up. Really, she hadn't been laid in several months and she was starting to regret it because this strange yet captivating guy was beginning to drive her crazy. Brandon likewise was somewhat conflicted. He wanted her bad and the hardon he got just thinking about her definitely wasn't going away anytime soon. Still, what would happen if she wanted things to get serious? He didn't figure he was a long term kind of guy. Either way, a room was all he needed. Even if it only worked for a couple of months. He could find another place instead of getting a place by himself and paying full rent. They parked their cars and she showed him up to her third floor room. Brandon noticed that her hands were slightly shaking as she unlocked the door. This only served to make his hard shaft even harder, almost to the point that it was actually painful. Right as she opened the door and stepped in he reached down to adjust himself, but Alyssa caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and her stomach filled with butterflies. She wanted to get sex off her mind, but it was becoming impossible. The next two minutes flew by for both of them. There wasn't much to show. The living room, kitchen, bathroom were all clean and tidy. The room he would be in was to the right side at the end of the hallway. Alyssa's room was at the very end of the hall straight ahead. Alyssa showed him his empty room and took a step in, but then turned back just as Brandon got in the doorway. As she stepped back out to the hallway her tits brushed across his arm. Brandon's dick flexed in response and Alyssa felt it rub against her wrist. They each stopped and stood toe to toe. "And that's my room." Alyssa said, pointing behind her with her thumb. Brandon heard her voice quivering. It was too cute and it pushed him over the top. He scrambled for something to say, but failed to come up with anything. Without even thinking he grabbed her hips and slowly pulled her even closer, leaning in as he did. Alyssa leaned back momentarily, not sure if she could let things happen so fast, but she was helplessly aroused by him. She placed both her hands on his pecs and felt how firm and built they were. One look into his eyes and she instantly gave in, grabbing his shirt and pulling herself up to him. As their lips met Brandon wrapped his arms around her back and then brought his right hand up to her cheek. They began stepping backwards in unison, pushing her door open and backing up all they way to the bed. Once she felt the foot of her bed on the back of her legs, Alyssa immediately sat down and got to work undoing brandon's pants and pulling them down. His throbbing member sprang out and excited her even more when she saw it was at least 7" with a slight curve to the left. She looked up at him in astonishment as he stepped out of his pants. Although she never really gave head, Alyssa wanted Brandon to know she'd do anything for him, at least tonight. She wasted no time sliding his thick cock into her mouth. Brandon unbuttoned his shirt and grabbed the back of her head, guiding it back and forth as he pumped his hips. He started getting into it a bit too much and shoved her head too far forward. Alyssa choked on his cock and with drool dripping from her lips she looked up, surprised at how far into her throat he'd been and she wasn't even close to the base of his shaft. Brandon looked down to see her widening eyes. She went back to sucking, enjoying the taste of his cock and fondling his balls, glad that he was nice and trim down there. By now he was too aroused and eventually reached down, picked her up and, placing a knee on the bed, laid her down softly. Alyssa put her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a sweet, slow kiss. Brandon brought his hands up to her breasts and began undoing her blouse. Alyssa sat up to take it off and Brandon slid down, kissing her stomach on the way. He straddled her right leg as he laid back down on her and they began kissing softly and slowly again while he rubbed her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her panties. By the time he began massaging her soaked underwear Alyssa was already bucking her hips in anticipation. She spread her legs invitingly and although he usually liked to tease girls a bit he couldn't resist. Brandon pulled off her skirt and underwear and sucked on her clit for a bit before sliding one finger and then two into her vagina. He couldn't believe how tight she was. A quiet moan escaped her lips followed by a whisper, "Brandon..." Just as he looked up she cupped his cheeks in her hands, pulling him on top of her. They put their foreheads together as Alyssa grabbed his cock and guided it to her pussy. Brandon felt it and slowly rocked back and forth, penetrating her a bit more each time until finally his head broke all the way through. Alyssa couldn't believe how gentle he was being. She wrapped her arms all the way around him and held him close, moaning in his ear. Brandon continued to pump his thighs and upon feeling her getting her own hips into the action he started nibbling on her ear, tugging on the lobe. "Ooohhh my God, Brandon." she whispered, unable to stop saying his name. Brandon began humping faster and finally pushed himself up so he was kneeling in front of her. At first he wanted to watch his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, taking note of her landing stip shaved in her pubic hair. Alyssa sat up and watched it as well while she unhooked her bra and took it off. Their eyes met again and neither could look away. He place his right thumb on her clit and began rubbing, then placed his finger in her mouth for her to lick. As soon as it was wet he began rubbing one nipple, then pinching it. "Oh yes." She moaned louder this time and at that Brandon brought his head back down to begin licking and nibbling on her other nipple. As soon as he did he felt Alyssa grab what hair of his that she could. They each began smashing their hips together faster and harder in perfect unison. "God, YES! BRANDON! OH FUCK YES, BRANDON" Alyssa was yelling as she began cumming all over his cock. She had never had anyone so deep inside her. It actually hurt a little, but felt so great at the same time. She'd never had such an orgasm in her life and was going completely crazy. She heard someone yelling "YES, FUCK ME! YES, BRANDON!" and almost couldn't believe it was her own voice. As she began reaching the end of her orgasm she looked up and saw that Brandon's eyes were looking right into hers. "Where do you want me to cum?" He whispered. "Alyssa had only ever let a guy cum on her tits and stomach, but she wanted to do something special for him and before she knew it she heard herself say, "I want you in my mouth." Brandon immediately pulled out and before he could even get his rock hard cock up to her face he began squirting a huge load all over her stomach, tits, chin and finally the last bit of it got in her mouth. Her first taste of cum. She coughed a bit, but it didn't stop her or even slow her down from sucking and pumping her hand up and down his cock as fast as possible in an attempt to get every drop out. "Oh holy shit, Alyssa." He moaned as he leaned over her, hugging her head as she continued to gorge his dick. Neither had had sex in some time and it didn't take long, but both enjoyed it thoroughly, not to mention the underlying feelings. Alyssa delighted in the passionate sex with a mysterious, muscled soldier while Brandon steeled himself against thoughts about what Alyssa might think as she learned more about him. When he finally went limp in her mouth Alyssa took her blouse and wiped his cum off her body and they laid there together, each replaying the past several minutes mentally. Neither knew what to say, but somehow the silence was perfect. Brandon wanted to make a quick joke like, "So...I got the room, right?" but all he could think about was her head on his chest, her hair on his face and the smell of her perfume. Alyssa rubbed his chest with her hand and realized how perfectly safe and comfortable she felt in Brandon's arms. She didn't want to get up. She didn't want to speak. She just wanted to lay there listening to his heartbeat. So they both just laid, cuddling, enjoying the feel of each others warm bodies next to each other. After a few minutes Brandon looked down. Feeling him move Alyssa looked up as Brandon tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear. Neither spoke. They exchanged a look. A smile. A kiss. Alyssa, remembering it was Friday, checked to make sure her alarm was off and Brandon pulled the comforter up, covering each of them. She laid her head back on his chest and he wrapped her back up in his arms. There was no where Alyssa would rather have been and for the first night in a long time Brandon didn't need weed or alcohol to get to sleep. Neither knew what tomorrow would bring or how to define their relationship. but laying there, holding each other and falling asleep to the sound of the night's first raindrops hitting the window was too perfect to interrupt with any thoughts of the future. There was only the here and now. Only Brandon. Only Alyssa.