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Decisions

By: impressive



My love,

If you're reading this, then there is a question as to the quality of my life and whether I would want to continue to live "like this." You may never forgive me, but it is you I now entrust with this ultimate decision. I will not tell you exactly what to do, for the circumstances surrounding my incapacitation simply cannot be predicted. Regardless of how I landed in this situation – illness, accident, or malice – I hope these words will provide both comfort and guidance as you hold my life in your hands.

Before I continue, you must understand that I love you. I'm not talking about your garden variety love, either. I'm talking about that pure, once-in-a-lifetime, soul searing, breathtaking, multi-dimensional love. I am not telling you this to make your decision more difficult, but hopefully much less so. My love is transcendent and my trust is complete, and because of these facts – if you remain true to yourself – you simply cannot make the "wrong" decision.

Given that I must assume my prognosis is poor, I should also take this opportunity to say all the other things I should have said earlier. Yeah, I know it's cliché – but, it might be my last chance (at least in this lifetime). May you find some solace in my words. I apologize for not saying these things regularly, and I certainly hope you never felt un- or underappreciated.

Let me start by saying THANK YOU for your friendship. I thought I knew what the word meant, and then you came into my life. It was just the first of many words I would have to redefine, for you raised the bar higher than I thought possible. Next came integrity, trust, respect, love, and (last, but not least) passion.

Oh, that passion! Your touch took me places I'd never been before. Your lips set my body on fire. Your tongue brought the most exquisite pleasure. The thought of your kiss, even after all this time, still makes me light headed. As I write this, I can feel your hungry mouth upon mine – feeding on my desire. I can taste your sweet skin and hear the song of your satisfaction as it joins my own. Your scent fills my mind and inspires thoughts so deliciously wicked that I blush.

There are so many moments I would have frozen in time in order to preserve the bliss: each time I looked into your eyes and saw love gazing back at me; each smile; each caress; each kiss. I would convince myself that each was more perfect than the last. It is on those moments we must now rely for strength and sustenance.

Nothing, not even death, can ever take them from us. Having loved one another without reservation, we can never die. Having so completely shared both body and mind, we are each forever a part of the other: soul mates, in the truest sense of the word. I pray that you never have to read these words, but it gives me great comfort to know that I've written them.

And so, my love, I draw to a close. This is the last you'll have of me – for now. I could go on, but it would be repetitious. Whatever your decision, I will forever cherish the many memories we share. As you visit my bedside, know that they are always with me – cradling me in the most sublime embrace. As you hold my hand, know that I feel your pain. As you whisper into my ear, know that I hear your anguish. As you kiss my forehead, know that I taste your tears. That you feel these things so strongly only proves my decision was the right one.

Please take all the time you need. Listen only to your heart. Refuse to be pressured, one way or the other, by anyone. There's no rush, and I want – above all – for you to be able to live with your decision. I put all the dry, legal stuff in another envelope so that you would not have to share this intimate letter. It's yours and yours alone, as is my love.

So, you may wonder, on what do I want you to base this decision? It is really quite simple. If, be it now or ten years from now, you can no longer feel my love – that is when my life becomes not worth living. That is when I want to leave this world and live in your memory until the day we can be together again in my heaven.

Yours in love – always and all ways,



Decisions



I still think about how life would be different if I had had his baby. I'd be tied to him and his horrible family, forever, always struggling to keep them from indoctrinating my child. Sure, I could soak him for support, but I'd have to share the most precious thing in my life with someone I consider to have been a fluke with no right to lay claim to me or mine. I think about what a wretched father he'd be, and how I couldn't trust his side of the family to consider anything but their own desires.

May, 2000. 

We hadn't been dating long- maybe six months or so- and had already been through a lot of what I now affectionately call 'horseshit'. First it was my angry ex-boyfriend, and then it was his mother calling me in the middle of the night from outside my apartment to lecture me via the answering machine about how I knew nothing of what I was doing to him and his family. It would have been a little easier if it didn't seem like he agreed most of the time, or if he hadn't gone to such lengths to avoid confronting her and putting his foot down. Of course, I've never been too self-confident so it didn't feel that strange that he wouldn't stick up for me or for 'us'.

My cycle has always been irregular at best. I didn't think anything of it when I was a couple of weeks late starting my period. I didn't really think anything of it when I was almost a month late. I figured I'd been under a lot of stress and it would come eventually- I'd had a scare when I was 16 and the condom broke which had turned out fine after I quit constantly worrying about it, so I didn't see why this time would be any different. Nevermind that we'd been having unprotected sex almost constantly, up to and including him coming inside me. I never went through that teenage indestructibility phase, but apparently that was just taking its time, too. 

I started to worry at about the month-and-a-half late mark. I avoided getting a test and finding out because I was terrified that it would be positive and then what would I do? I'd quit my job a few months before and was living on insurance money from an auto accident. My boyfriend was afraid of his mother and once hesitated to take my bathrobe home with him to wash (to keep me from having to pay for another washer and dryer at the laundromat) because he lived with his parents and didn't want to explain it. How was he going to explain a pregnant girlfriend?

In the end I took the damned test. The directions said you have to wait at least three minutes before the result would be clear, but I could already see the '+' forming before I finished peeing on the stick. I left the test on the edge of the bathroom sink and went into the living room to wait my three minutes and pray that it would be negative. I guess I should have started my supplication a little earlier- when I went to check the result was even clearer than before, as if to mock me for my ridiculous hopes. I called him at work because he knew I would be testing that morning and told him the news. You'd think I would remember every tiny detail but it's faded some... I'm not sure if he left work and came straight to my apartment or if he finished out the workday. I think my now-biased view of him makes me want to believe the latter, but perhaps I'll give him the benefit of doubt here.

He asked me what we were going to do. As if I knew! 

He asked again.

I still had no answer.

He asked once more.

I told him I supposed I needed to look up the clinic's info and call.

He seemed relieved.

I think he went home after that. He rarely stayed the night as it raised too many questions with the folks. I cried. I thought about taking another test since this one might be wrong. I realized that was stupid. I'd already looked up as much as I could online about the early symptoms of pregnancy and I had them all. Every. Single. One. The test wasn't wrong- I just didn't want to accept it. I cried more. 

And then I started thinking.

I'd long said that should I ever find myself in such a situation that I would hasten to an abortion clinic ASAP. Ah, the clarity of one who has never been there... the not-quite innocent but still completely inexperienced, unaware, and unprepared. I knew adoption was out of the question- there was no way I could carry a baby for nine months, go through childbirth, and then give it away. Not that I thought that was ever an easy choice for anyone to make, but I knew myself and knew that that particular guilt would become a living hell for me.

I thought about keeping it. I tried to make a list in my mind of the people who would be able to lend emotional support but finished it much more quickly than I expected. I knew his family would indefinitely withhold any kind of assistance to show the depth of their displeasure. I also knew he would never demand otherwise. Still, I worked up a picture of us, together and raising our child and giving a big 'fuck you' to anyone who voiced a problem with it. It was a nice picture, and it helped me go to sleep that night.

Then I did something that should have told me everything I needed to know about him. I told him I was thinking of keeping the baby. He gently deflected my suggestions and moved to shooting them down one by one and reminding me that there was really only one option. After a few days, he finally snapped. While we were lying in bed, I was musing aloud again and he sat straight up (uncomfortable for me as my head was on his chest at the time) and said "I thought we agreed! You always said you'd have an abortion! Why are we even talking about this other stuff?!" He was technically correct, but I told him I just wanted to discuss everything else thoroughly so I wouldn't feel like I'd made the wrong choice after the fact. That didn't really placate him, but he did stop shouting, and I suppose that was enough for me. I've always hated upsetting people.

So I called the clinic. The woman who answered gave me the necessary information and instructions, and I dutifully wrote everything down so I wouldn't make any mistakes. Bathrobe and socks or slippers, check. Nail polish removed from fingers and toes, check. Maxipads, check. A bag to keep my things in, check. $500 cash, check? Oh, shit. I didn't have $500. I knew that was about the going price, but the knowledge didn't make any deposits into my bank account. He'd said he would help, naturally, but when I called him he said he only had half that amount and asked if I thought I could come up with the other half. I later found out he always kept more than $1000 in his account, but that he would be penalized for having a balance of less than $1000 even so he just took the amount over that and said that was how much money he had. Another warning sign missed.

I scheduled the appointment for a Friday since I knew there would potentially be many more protestors on a Saturday. He picked me up early in the morning, maybe 8 or 9-ish, and we made our way downtown. As we were getting out of the car, a man walking along the sidewalk stopped and asked if we had fifty cents. He said, "I ain't gonna lie to ya- I'm just tryin' to get a six-pack." We grinned at his openness and gave him three dollars. He thanked us politely and strolled away whistling. It was the only bright spot in that day for me.

We were only twenty yards or so from the door of the building, but there were a couple of middle-aged women standing around with their hands full of pamphlets. I made eye contact with them all and kept to my path. When they began speaking at the same time, all I heard was "Could we talk to you for just a moment?" and "You don't have to do this." Nothing about baby-killing and certainly no in-your-face harassment- in short, nothing like what I'd expected. We walked by and he dismissed them with a wave and a sharp word and then we were inside. I gave my name and showed my driver's license to the woman behind the bulletproof glass and the security guard escorted us through another door into the waiting room. Every woman I saw looked like I felt. I wondered if I looked that way to them, too.

I sat there and turned the anti-abortionists' words over in my head. I didn't have to do this? Lady, you don't know my boyfriend, his family, my family, my life... I do have to do this. I have to save myself, and I'm using up all at once every bit of the karma I've built up in 20 years by always thinking of others first. This greatest of sins would be my first, and I hoped that God and all his angels would understand and forgive me. In doing anything else, I would destroy at least three lives and the repercussions would never end. I have to do this.

That's when I tried to shut down. I knew why I was there, and I knew what would be happening to me. No one else knew except him and my best friend from high school, who had decided to suddenly return to the Catholicism of her early youth. Telling her drove the last nail into the coffin of our friendship, but I had no other confidants then. Mom and I were fighting and I was so isolated from everyone else after quitting my job. He was the person I was closest to, and he'd made it abundantly clear that further discussion on this topic was unwelcome.

Each of the women were called back in turn, and I had no idea what was next. I knew very few people who'd been party to an abortion (most of whom were guys anyway) and not one who'd ever talked about the process in detail. It hadn't occurred to me to look it up. I understood the end result but was completely ignorant about how one got from point A to point B. Honestly, I don't think I'd gotten that far in my imaginings- I was still stuck on the fact that I was going to do it at all.

We all sat in another room, together again, and either broadcast TV was on or it was some 'informative' video. One by one, we went to have our blood drawn for the official, doctor-approved, yes-you-are-definitely-pregnant test. The phlebotomist was very nice- I'd supposed it would be someone jaded and generally uninterested, but she saw my fear and uncertainty and did her best to soothe me. After that, we went back to our command central to await further instructions. Individually, we were directed to another small office where a woman behind a desk introduced herself as some kind of counselor or social services representative. She asked how old I was and who the father was. She asked what led me to this decision and if I was aware that there were other options. She asked if I was there by choice or if I was being forced. My first instinct was to respond with "Define 'force'" but she seemed a serious sort and I opted not to make trouble for myself. My mind started to wander, though, and I was suddenly curious about how many women- how many girls- might have been in this chair before me confessing that all they wanted was to have their babies. I wondered what kind of help anyone in the clinic could really be in those cases. I gave her the $500 from an envelope I'd put it in before leaving the house. Then, having apparently satisfied the important questions, I was led back to the room.

At some point while I was waiting, a lady told me he had asked to see me. I wasn't allowed to go back out to the main waiting room, but I was permitted to talk to him through the bars that separated it from the reception desk. He said he just wanted to know how I was doing, and he said, "Sorry." The tears standing in his eyes just made them more watery than usual. I said it was OK but heatedly, furiously thought, "Then let me go home! Help me!" I knew he wouldn't. It was just Something That Had to Be Done.

I was thirteen weeks along. I found out during the ultrasound, with my jeans and panties below my knees so the technician had full access to my abdomen. They kept the screen turned away from the bed and I kept thinking it was so surreal- I'd never stopped to consider anything but happiness and excitement at my first ultrasound and there I was, the white elephant in the room that no one spoke to except to instruct. They were polite enough to me, but I felt more awkward and out of place than I ever had before or since. I heard "thirteen weeks" and got nauseated- the cutoff then was 14 weeks. I'd almost waited too long, with my fucking about and thinking that pretending I wasn't pregnant would make it so. 

I stood up to get dressed again. Facing the wall, I turned to the right to give myself room to button up and tuck in. I turned too far to the right. My ever-searching eyes darting all over the room, they landed on the monitor. There was my baby, the one that lived inside me right now. There was my baby, exactly as it had looked two minutes before when the picture was taken. There was my baby, who in two more minutes or maybe two hours from now would be cut and sucked out of me. By my choice.

If I were the fainting kind, that would have done it. I will never, ever forget that image. My tiny, curled-up, potato-headed baby- he was real. Too early to determine sex (and they probably wouldn't have told me anyway), I was sure it was a boy. I named him Julian, and for the rest of the time I was there I talked to him and apologized and tried to explain. I told him I felt it was fortunate that I believe in reincarnation, because that meant he'd get another chance to go to someone who could take care of him properly and spoil him the way he deserved. If he stayed with me, he'd be unhappy so much of the time. He just wouldn't have a good life. I asked him to forgive me, and that absolution was more important to me than God's or anyone else's. I don't know if he heard me, but if not it wasn't for lack of me trying.

I still wonder what it means that I saw him and had him killed anyway. 

Back in the communal room, some white-trash girl came back in crying in the not-many-tears-but-plenty-of-obviousness kind of way. She said she was nine weeks along and had twins. Twin girls. I figured she was full of shit and looking for attention, and I suspected this wasn't her first time here.

Then it was time to put on the surgical gowns and bathrobes and hop on our gurneys. Again, the nurses were incredibly nice. We had catheters inserted into the crooks of our elbows to administer the anesthetic and whatnot. Mine hurt a little, but I was used to being poked with needles after my seizure in ninth grade. I kept trying to ascertain the point of no return, where it would be too late to say I didn't want to go through with it. And I thought about going home with him, and I thought about him leaving me and having to do it all alone and barely knowing the first thing about being a single mother- a jobless, friendless, 20-year-old single mother. My mouth stayed shut.

Two of the nurses wheeled me into what I guess was the operating room. My pulse was checked and then a needle went into the catheter. I was asked to count backward from 10. I remember getting to six.

When I woke up, I felt like I was made out of lead. I couldn't lift my head or hands although I could hear and see fine. A nurse helped me to sit up and to put my arms into the sleeves of my robe. She said I had done very well. After a few more minutes she helped me off of the gurney and walked me to a small area where I was given a couple of Extra-Strength Tylenol, two cookies, and a Dixie Cup of water. I wanted to ask for more cookies, but was afraid they'd think that was my priority there instead of being appropriately subdued after what I'd just been through. I was really hungry, though. I changed back into my street clothes and switched out the huge all-purpose absorbent pad for one of my oh-my-god-I'm-never-going-to-stop-bleeding maxipads. Irregular my periods might be, but my flow is consistent. I was used to seeing a lot more blood than this.

Still in a daze, I was helped back to the main waiting room. He hugged me and we went outside. No protestors, but then it was much later in the day now. I think it had been somewhere between seven and nine hours in all. He asked if I was OK- I said, "Fine." I told him I was hungry- he was, too. We were silent during the ride to Subway. He never let anyone eat in his car, so I waited until we got to my apartment.

We went in and I ate my sandwich. I was tired and asked him to come lie down with me. 

He said he needed to get home.

I asked him again to stay with me for just a while longer.

He had to get home right now, but he would be back later.

He lived in Mount Washington. I lived in Old Louisville.

He left.

I went to bed.

I cried again.

I apologized again, to God and Julian in equal measures.

I finally fell asleep.

We got married that October. 



Decisions



The moon was just rising to its zenith over the tranquil waters of Maui. Mai stood naked at the sliding doors of her bungalow and let the warm balmy, South Pacific breeze caress her bronzed body. She felt strong masculine hands cup her breast and they began rhythmically massaging her nipples. Alex loved to sneak up and take Mai off guard. Mai reached back, grabbed his firm round buttocks, and pulled him closer. Alex's hand went further and began to explore Mai's warm chocolate recesses. He fingered her vagina, coating his fingers in her sticky secretions and began manipulating her clitoris. She let out a husky moan and placed her hands upon his to guide him in pleasing her. 

She could feel his desire as he slowly began to grind her behind and passionately kissed the chords in her neck. He reach down and took his erect penis and pressed it into her vagina from behind. She had an involuntary reaction to his flared mushroom-like head entering her. The walls of her vagina gripped him and caused him to moan in a long deep sigh. 

Mai lean forward against the doorframe, to brace herself for Alex's powerful thrusts. She felt his hands massaging her buttocks and the small of her back up to her shoulders. Alex watched himself slide in and out of her tight opening. He felt his penis throb at the sight of it going to the hilt and coming out slick with her secretions. Mai closed her legs so she could feel Alex's penis rub the lips of her hairless vagina. She instantaneously felt her orgasm coming and she began to slam back to meet his thrust. Her grip on the doorframe tightened, as did her vagina around Alex's penis. They both began to work faster toward orgasm. Alex let out a deep growl as he felt himself release and he grabbed Mai's buttocks and pressed his penis as far as he could into her. Mai hadn't come yet, so Alex laid her on the carpeted floor of the bungalow and began to orally finish the job.

He spread her legs, lifted her hips, and began to sip her nectar as if he drank from a bowl. Their combined mixture was intoxicating. Mai spread her legs as far as she could to give Alex complete access to her love's desire. She clawed the carpet in pleasurable agony as Alex's tongue lightly traced her wet folds and stabbed at her clitoris. Mai grabbed Alex's hair, placed her feet upon his back, and arched hard as she felt the familiar quiver in her thighs and a wave of orgasm washed over her body, as she screamed in release upsetting the exotic birds in their roosts put in the jungle.

Alex looked upon her shivering body and kissed her lightly on the lips. He so hated to leave her on this island of paradise alone but he had to cut this vacation short due to business. He told Mai that he would make it up to her somehow. They were to be there for two weeks and had only been in Hawaii for three days before he got the emergency call from the office. He hated to be without her for a week and a half but he wanted her to enjoy the islands since it was her first time there. There was so much he wanted to show her and share with her about his little hideaway but it would have to wait until he got back. 

He gazed at her now sleeping body and in his heart; he knew that she was the one. He had his share of women but she was something special and he decided to keep her around a little while. He picked her up off the floor and placed her on the bed. He kissed her on the forehead and went into the shower. After his shower, he dressed and packed his bags. He turned took one last look at Mai before he left for the airport. The servants would care for her while he was away. He got into the limousine and left for the airport.

Mai awoke with the afternoon sun gleaming in through the glass bungalow doors. She reached for Alex in a half sleep daze and realized that he had gone. She hated that she had been left behind but he wanted her to enjoy the island until his return and she was going to do just that. Besides, she had an assignment to do and fucking him was just part of the job, or so Mai wondered.

Mai went about Alex's house putting bugs in every room as she had done in his mansion back in California. The assignment leader wanted an agent to keep close to Alexander Mansfield because somehow he was leading them to the top drug lord. When she took this assignment, she knew that she was just acting out a role. But this job required her to give too much of herself. All of her life she wanted to have a man who was financially secure and could give her anything she could ever want or need, and Alex seemed to be her dreams come true. She so hoped that the A.L.'s, assignment leader's, information was wrong.

After putting all the bugs in place, Mai decided to take a look around on the grounds. The Hawaiian scenery was so beautiful and immediately she wished that Alex were there with his arms around her. She walked along a path that lead away from the back of the house and followed it the sounds of rushing water. Fifty yards ahead of her was a lagoon with a waterfall. On one side, there was a clearing that was brightly lit and on the other side, there was thick foliage. Mai had brought a blanket and sunscreen lotion and decided to lie out in the clearing. She took off all of her clothes and began to rub sunscreen all over her body. It was rather hot so she decided to take a nude dip in the lagoon, besides this was a private island and no one would see her anyway.

Mai got out of the water glistening in the sunlight. Alex had described the lagoon but she found its splendor to be even more magnificent than he proclaimed. Her body was alive with the fragrance of the foliage and alive with the rushing sounds of water. Mai had to get to work this little private spot was a half mile from the house and there would be no one to interrupt her transmission to A.L. She reached inside her bag and pulled out a radio and a cellular phone. One of the switches on the radio acted a scrambling device and she began to put her call through to A.L.

After she was done placing her called she lay back and began sunning herself. She rubbed coconut oil onto her bronzed skin. The heat of the sun and the stirring breeze caused her dark chocolate nipples to stiffen as her hands gently caressed them. Her hands trailed down the flat of her stomach and she felt herself quiver as her hands went lower and lightly stroked her pussy. She was feeling decadent in the middle of the afternoon in the middle of jungle by beautiful waters with no one watching, or so she thought.

Ana was on her day off from working at the mansion and she decided to take advantage of the grounds. She had come across the lagoon on one of her walks a few weeks ago during a lunch break. She decided that she would go for a swim without being watched by her co-workers. She got reprimanded for taking a dip in the swimming pool one night. The lagoon was secluded and far away, enough that no one on staff came out there to enjoy it.

She was a native of the neighboring islands. At 5'9", she was a wet dream. She had exotic looks of her island ancestors and her black father who was a marine stationed in the pacific during one of his tours in Vietnam. She had honey colored skin, waist length coal black hair, almond shaped amber eyes so light they looked gold, and a full sensuous mouth. Her breasts were round and high like island coconuts, with a small waist and an ass like J-Lo. 

She could hear the rushing sounds of the waterfall and knew that she was close. She wore a royal blue bikini and a wild flower print sarong that she hoped to shed quickly when she reached the lagoon. She came through the foliage and was surprised to see a beautiful black woman masturbating at the waters edge. The woman opened her eyes and stared Ana in the eye. She began caressing her left breast and continued stroking her glistening pussy. 

Ana stood motionless and felt as if she had walked into a scene of Aphrodite pleasuring herself after coming up from the sea. Ana was mesmerized by the sight and didn't remember closing the gap to the woman at the waters edge. She looked intensely at the woman's hand on her hairless pussy and her mouth began to water. She had never been with a woman before she knelt to look closer.

The exotic beauty that happened upon her surprised Mai and thought of being caught and watched turned her on immensely. She never took her eyes off the bewitching creature. It turned her on even more at the possibility that something more could happen. Mai didn't hesitate when the young woman came closer. 

(To be continued...)



Decisions & Consequences



(This story precludes, developes, and introduces the characters of my recently published story, Spiraling Down the Funnel of Sin. But, for reasons I'd rather not get into, that one was accidentally published before this one. To all my fans. Thanks for reading......Love, Laurie.)

Jennifer Gordon brushed her brown hair straight back and tied it into a ponytail. She took one last look in the mirror and decided that she was as ready as she was going to get. Oliver was picking her up for their date in about five minutes. Thankfully, her dad wasn't home from work yet. Her parents liked Oliver. His dad was the pastor at their church, Calvary Baptist, and her mom taught Sunday school with Oliver's mom. The two families got together two or three times a month, and Oliver had been one of her first friends when her parents had moved from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida to Arlington, Texas fourteen years ago when she was four years old. They'd finally decided to start dating ten months ago. 

Both families were thrilled with the union, but that still didn't stop Jennifer's dad from asking Oliver around a hundred questions every time he came to pick her up. When her dad worked as an electrical engineer, he'd always had Saturdays off. But his company had folded a couple of months after she started dating Oliver, and the only work he'd been able to find was as a maintenance man at an apartment complex which was owned by another couple from church.

Before her dad got laid off, her mom had been an assistant instructor at Taekwondo Texas, but she'd had to quit and go to work as a sales rep for Hudson Pharmaceuticals. She knew her mom hated quitting her other job, because she loved teaching Taekwondo. There was just no way they could make ends meet without her changing jobs though. Maybe when her dad got another engineering job, Sandy, that's what everyone called her mom even though her name was Jamie, would be able to go back to Taekwondo. Jennifer sure hoped so. Her mom was cool.

Her dad was cool too. Mom just understood things better. Like right now. Mom had helped her pick out the pale, blue baby tee she was wearing and the stone washed hip hugger jeans she had shoved down into her beige cowboy boots. She had asked her mom if not wearing a bra under the baby tee made her look too slutty and Mom had said, "It makes you look sexy, baby. Not slutty. There's a difference."

Not to her dad. As far as Dad was concerned, sexy was slutty. That's another reason she was glad he was still at work. No way she'd try to leave the house without a bra on with Scott Gordon there to inspect her first. 

Just then her little sister knocked on the bathroom door. Not so little actually. At five- eight, Alyson was three inches taller than Jennifer. Jennifer was five-five, just like her mom. She also weighed 125 pounds just like her mom. She had brown eyes and brown hair just like her mom too. Her hair was a little darker brown though. Mom's was the color of wet sand, hence the nickname Sandy. The similarities didn't stop there. They both wore 36 C bras, although Sandy's breasts were just a bit fuller; and both had the kind of rolling round ass one usually only saw on black girls, even if Jennifer's was just a wee bit tighter. Another knock, and Jennifer heard Alyson say, "Come on, Jenn. I've got to pee."

"Okay," Jennifer said as she opened the door.

Alyson came in without even bothering for Jennifer to leave and immediately sat down on the toilet as she pulled her bikini bottoms to her ankles. Jennifer smiled. Alyson wasn't shy. She liked that about her sister. It made her easy to talk to. Sometimes she hated her for being able to eat whatever she wanted and never gaining a pound, but she knew Alyson was jealous of her curves so it worked out.

Jennifer finished applying her lipstick and tried not to giggle as she heard Alyson sighing with relief over the sound of her pee tinkling into the toilet bowel. Alyson wiped her pussy clean when she was finished and stood up, leaving her bikini bottoms down at her ankles. She pulled her tee shirt over her head and dropped it and her bikini top down on the floor as she stepped out of the bikini bottoms. Jennifer whistled and said, "If I had a dollar, I'd throw it at you."

Alyson laughed and said, "Got to wash the sweat and the tanning oil off. I'm going out tonight too."

"Really?"

"Don't act so surprised," Alyson said. 

"Dad know about this?"

"Nope," Alyson said as she shook her head and grabbed Jennifer's purse off the counter.

"Hey, bitch," Jennifer cried. "What are you doing?"

"Just checking," Alyson said as she opened the purse. "Yep. He knows as much about me going out as he knows about these being in your purse."

Jennifer put down her lipstick and snatched the cigarettes and condoms out of Alyson's hand. Then she snatched the purse and put them back in the bottom. 

Alyson smiled and said, "Our little secret, right?"

Jennifer grabbed one of Alyson's nipples and pinched hard. As soon as her sister yelped, she said, "It damn well better be."

"Let go of my tit, dyke. You know I was just teasing."

Jennifer let go and said, "Of course you were, and I was just coping a free feel."

"Damn, girl. You know I'd never tell. Besides, have you even used any of those condoms yet?"

"Not yet, but you never know when tonight might be the night."

"Yeah, right," Alyson said. "You're too chicken and you know it."

"No. I'm just waiting for the right time."

"When's that going to be?"

"I don't know," Jennifer said. "Where are you going tonight?"

"A party at Maxine's house. Her parents are gone again."

"Cool. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Other than fuck your boyfriend, that doesn't disclude much."

Jennifer laughed and said with sarcasm, "Yeah, I'm the original wild child."

"Well," Alyson said. "Unless you want to join me in the shower to get warmed up for Oliver, we'll have to chat later."

Jennifer laughed and said, "Not this time."

She left the bathroom for Alyson to shower in peace and stepped into her room to grab her jacket. They were going to eat ice cream before they went to the movies and she didn't want a lot of people staring at her if her nipples started poking through her shirt. As she grabbed her jacket, she waved hello to her Jennifer Capriati poster. She'd started playing tennis when she was eight and Jennifer Capriati had always been her favorite. Not just because they had the same first name, but also because she loved her style. When she was fourteen, someone had sent her a picture that they'd found on the Internet of Capriati dancing in a nightclub with a cigarette in her mouth. The next party she went to, someone offered her a cigarette and instead of saying no like she'd always done in the past, she took it and had been smoking ever since. And athletes say they're not role models. 

She heard her mom yelling that Oliver was there, so she checked her face one last time, waved bye to her Jennifer Capriati poster, and walked out of her bedroom with the hope that tonight WOULD be the night. 

*

Sandy Gordon opened the front door and said, "Hello, Oliver. Come on in. I think Jennifer's all ready to go."

Oliver Bolton stepped into the Gordon house and felt his cock stir. Mrs. Gordon was wearing a thin white tee shirt that only came down far enough to cover the top half of her black bikini bottoms. Underneath the tee shirt, Oliver could easily see the outline of the bikini top that held his girlfriend's mother's generous boobs in place. Someone had told him once if you want to know what your girlfriend will look like in twenty or thirty years, take a good look at her mom. If that were true, that alone would be enough reason to never break up with Jennifer Gordon. 

"Thanks, Mrs. Gordon," Oliver said as he finished stepping into the house.

"Come on, Oliver. I taught your bible school class when you were in kindergarten. Call me Sandy."

She gave me boners back then too, he thought. "All right, Sandy," he said. "I will. Have you been swimming?" 

"No, Alyson and I were laying out in the back," Sandy said. Then she turned her head and raised her voice, "Jennifer. Oliver is here."

As Oliver was thinking how much he would have loved being a little bird flying in the yard watching those two sunbathe, Jennifer immerged from her bedroom and for at least the hundredth time Oliver couldn't help being amazed at how alike Jennifer and Sandy looked. They could almost be twins. 

"Ready to go," Jennifer asked as she offered him her cheek. 

He kissed the cheek softly and said, "I'm ready."

"Where are you kids off to?" Sandy asked.

Oliver cleared his throat and said, "We're going to go get some ice cream first, and then we're going to a movie. After that, we'll probably just go hang out somewhere."

"Well," Sandy said. "If you get too caught up while you're HANGING out, just remember Jennifer's father will HANG you out by your foreskin if you're not home with her before midnight."

Oliver blushed and Jennifer said, "My God, Mom. What are you doing?"

Sandy smiled, "You know your dad. Just protecting your virginity and Oliver's balls. But, have fun."

Just then, the phone began to ring. "That's probably him right now. You better leave before he asks me what you're wearing and I have to lie about it for you."

They rushed out the door as she answered the phone. "Hello."

"Sandy?" her husband asked.

"You don't know your wife's voice?"

He laughed. "Honestly. I can never tell if it's you or if it's one of the girls anymore."

"Jennifer just left, and Alyson is in the shower, but she's staying at Max's house tonight. Why don't you hurry up and get that sexy bod of yours over here and fuck me silly?"

"Sandy! Alyson might hear you."

"Yeah, so. She does know we've fucked before." Of course, Sandy thought. It's been so long that I have to qualify that by saying it in the past tense instead of the present. 

Scott paused before saying, "There's a lot of stuff to do here. I'm going to put in the overtime."

Not believing her ears, Sandy said, "Scott. Didn't you understand what I said? Alyson will be gone all night, and Jennifer won't be home until midnight. We can be together. Alone."

"Sandy," he said. "You know it won't matter. So, I'm working."

*

"Are you sure nobody ever comes out here?" Jennifer asked as Oliver pulled his mom's old Chevy to a stop. They were at the American Legion baseball field and Oliver was parked directly behind the concession stand.

"Relax," he said. "There's no reason for anyone to come here and we can't be seen from the road. It's perfect."

Before Jennifer could say anything else, Oliver was leaning his lips to hers. As her lips parted and their tongues met, she forgot about whether or not this was a good spot to park.

Oliver hesitated briefly before placing one hand at the hem of her shirt. When she let the hand stay, he inched it inside the tee shirt. Encouraged by not being pushed away, he slowly slid the hand up until he was cupping her breast. Jennifer moaned as Oliver gently tweaked the nipple of that breast. 

Sensing that no resistance would be offered, Oliver slid his other hand into the tee shirt and was soon cupping and massaging both her breast as they desperately mashed their lips together and dueled with their tongues. Jennifer moaned again and lifted her arms. Needing no further prompting, Oliver lifted the shirt over her head and tossed it into the back seat. Then he lowered his lips to the nearest nipple and began to suck. Jennifer rubbed her fingers through his hair and held him to her breast. 

After spending a moment sucking one nipple, his lips left that one and began to suck the other. As he sucked the nipple like a hungry baby, his fingers found their way to the snap of her jeans. In a moment the snap was undone and he was sliding open the zipper. Still no resistance and his hand was slipping past the lace at the top of her panties. His fingers found their mark and he began to rub her clit until Jennifer was moaning and purring like a sated kitten. 

She lifted her hips and he needed no further signal to indicate that it was time to tug down on her jeans. He got them past her knees before they both realized that she still had her boots on. If a camera had been on them, the resultant video could have easily made an America's Funniest excerpt. Despite the desperation, they still managed to get both her boots and jeans off with each item immediately joining her tee shirt in the back seat. 

She opened her legs for him and he began rubbing her pussy through her soaked panties. She groaned and squeezed her legs together. This was as far as she'd ever let him go. He'd get everything off of her but the panties, and then she'd stop him. Tonight though, he was thinking, she'd let him take everything off so quickly. Maybe this was finally going to be it. 

He abandoned his rubbing and hooked his fingers over the top of her panties and slowly began to roll them down her hips, onto her thighs and past her knees. When they were down to her ankles, she began to kick and pedaled them off. This was it. He had Jennifer Gordon completely naked for the first time. Their eyes met. Then they brought their lips together again, softly at first, then with renewed heat. As their tongues danced a slow waltz, his fingers found their way to her pussy and he slowly entered her with one finger. 

She gasped as he teased the lips of her pussy with his index finger and began to push her hips up and grind her clit against his knuckle. Sensing her need, he roughened his approach and concentrated his knuckle against that throbbing clit. In seconds, she was screaming with orgasm.

His hand left her pussy and began to undo his belt. As soon as Jennifer had come down a little from her orgasm, she realized that Oliver was rubbing the head of his penis along the lips of her pussy. She wanted to let him put it in. She wanted it so fucking bad. That's right she wanted to fuck, and she wanted it fucking bad.

Still, she tensed up, and began to mumble. "No, Oliver."

"Come on, baby," he said. "Please. I want you so bad."

She shook her head and said more forcefully, "No, Oliver. Not here."

"Please, Jennifer. God, I want to fuck you so much."

She pushed him away but instead of backing off, he began to kiss her neck. He softly kissed a trail down to her tits and briefly sucked each nipple before leaving them and planting kisses on her tummy. After sucking a small hickey above her bellybutton, he left her navel and kissed another trail down to her pussy. Then he locked his lips around her clit and began to suck for all he was worth. 

"Oh, shit," Jennifer moaned. "Oh, my God. Oh, my fucking God. I'm cumming again. Oh shit. OH SHIT! OH FUCKING SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!"

Then she dropped almost dead onto her back and Oliver climbed between her open legs and pushed the head of his cock into her pussy. Were it not for her hymen, he would have made it all the way, but as soon as she felt pain and resistance, she snapped out of her spell, sat up and pushed him off. 

"NO, OLIVER!" she said firmly. "Not here."

"Oh, baby," he pleaded. "I need it so bad. You've got to let me."

"Sit back," she said and pushed him upright. She gripped his cock in her hand and slowly began to pump her fist up and down the length of his shaft. God, it's big, she thought. It must be at least eight inches. 

In less than a minute, Oliver was groaning and shooting his load up onto her tits. She kept pumping until no more semen shot out of his cock. Then she kissed him and said, "Get me my clothes and something to clean up with, before I break down and let you fuck me in your mom's car."

"Hmm," he said. Satisfied, but still wanting more. "Is that supposed to make me hurry?"

She giggled. "No, but the fact that it's a quarter to twelve and my dad REALLY will hang you up by your foreskin might."

*

Alyson, Jennifer and her friend Dina had skipped out of the sermon early and were sitting in the backseat of the Lincoln Navigator owned by Dina's parents. The windows were darkly tinted, and even if someone did walk by they wouldn't be able to see the girls passing around the cigarette that they were smoking. Dina, a pretty as she was tiny Persian girl with short black hair, took a long drag on the Camel and handed it to Jennifer. As Jennifer was sucking the smoke into her lungs, Dina said, "I can't believe you got that close and you didn't fuck."

Jennifer blew a stream of smoke in Dina's direction and handed the cigarette off to Alyson. "It just wasn't right," Jennifer said. "Not in his mom's car. Not our first time anyway."

Alyson finished the cigarette and rolled her eyes as she dropped the butt out the window. "The eternal virgin."

"Fuck you, Alyson," Jennifer said. "There's only one nonvirgin in this vehicle and you ain't her."

Dina smiled proudly and said, "That would be me." Then she added, "You could have at least given him a blowjob instead of a lame ass hand job."

Jennifer ducked her head and said, "I don't really know how to give a blowjob."

Alyson snickered and Jennifer said, "And just how many dicks have you sucked, Miss Blow Job expert?"

Alyson blushed and Jennifer said, "That's right. None."

"All you have to remember," Dina said. "Is that it is sucking and not blowing. The term blowjob is what fucks chicks up. Just suck the guys dick like you would a straw when you're trying to finish off a milkshake and you'll be a blow job queen."

"Alyson's main goal in life," Jennifer said. 

Before Alyson could reply, Jennifer pointed and said, "The sermon must be over. There comes Oliver. Go find Mom and Dad and tell them we're going to Fudruckers with Dina."

*

Scott Gordon pulled his Chevy Tahoe to a stop in front of his friends Quincy and Samantha Farrell's house. As he was shutting off the engine, Sandy looked inside her purse and realized that she didn't have her cell phone. 

"Shoot," she said.

"What is it?" Scott asked.

"I didn't bring my phone."

"It's Sunday, Sandy. Give it a rest."

"I can't do that. A client or someone with a lead might call."

"You sell to doctors, hospitals and clinics. Who's going to call you on a Sunday?"

"Just go inside. I'll drive home real quick and get the fucking phone."

"Language. Language."

"It used to turn you on to hear the preacher's daughter cuss."

"What makes you think it still doesn't?"

"Because nothing seems to turn you on any more, Scott."

"You're right, Sandy," he said. "One of your doctor friends might call. You better go get that fucking phone."

*

Oliver and Jennifer let the front door shut behind them. "Wow," Oliver said. "I can't believe we're here alone."

"Neither can I," Jennifer said as she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. 

He cupped her ass cheeks and kissed her back. When they broke the kiss, she said, "Want to watch TV?"

He shook his head and kissed her again. When they broke the second kiss, he said, "Let's go to the bedroom."

She giggled and said, "So bold. What if my dad comes home?"

Oliver smiled. "They went with my mom and dad to the Farrell's. They'll be there all afternoon."

She smiled and took his hand. She led him by that hand past her bedroom, down the hall, and to her parent's bedroom. Standing at the foot of her parent's California King, she kicked off her sandals and crawled up onto the bed. Oliver took a moment to look at her and then kicked off his dress shoes and joined her. She pulled at his shirt and got it out of his pants. In a flurry of fingers and buttons, they opened each other's shirts, leaving his chest bare and exposing her white, lace trimmed bra. 

His fingers found the snap to the bra, and with much deliberation, he managed to remove it from under her shirt. The bra ended up on the floor with their shoes as he began to suck her nipples. She lay back enjoying the pleasure he was taking in playing with her tits and thought, this is it. I'm going to get fucked. 




Decisions & Consequences



With that thought, his hand went up her skirt and started working down the white lace panties that matched her bra. When they were rolled halfway down her thighs, she furiously pushed them further down until she could send them sailing with her feet. 

She opened her legs for him and he lay atop of her dry humping her with his slacks still on. She moaned and reached between them and undid his fly, letting his cock come out on its' own power. She pushed him off and rolled him onto his back without releasing her grip on his cock. She slowly continued to stroke it as she leaned her lips down to his and they kissed. 

"I can't take this any more, Jenn."

"You don't have to," she said as she stood up. Then as if a light bulb had suddenly gone off in her head she asked, "Where did I put my purse?"

Oliver shrugged and said, "Who cares?"

"I have condoms in it."

"Oh," he said. "I guess I care then."

"Yeah," she said. "I guess we both care."

"Shit," he said.

"What?"

"I think you left it in Dina's Navigator."

She slapped her hand against her forehead and said, "Fuck. That is where I left it. I was in such a hurry to get inside with you that I didn't even think about my purse."

At this point, Oliver's cock was throbbing so badly that the he was about to cum just from talking to Jennifer while he looked at her naked boobs. Sensing his need, not to mention feeling her own need, Jennifer said, "Fuck it." 

Then she crawled back onto the bed and lowered her lips to his cock, and just like Dina had told her to do, made like it was the straw to a rich, thick, vanilla milkshake. In just a few seconds, Oliver was spurting into her mouth. When she reflected on the moment later, Jennifer could not be sure which it was that made her pull her lips from Oliver's tool. The terrible taste of his semen, or hearing her mother's words as she stepped into the bedroom she thought to be unoccupied. 

Those words were. "Oh my fucking God."

*

When Sandy stepped out of the shower the next morning, she still wasn't sure which had shocked her more. How well developed Oliver was, or the fact that she learned about that development while watching her daughter giving him head.

She finished toweling her body dry, and then wrapped the towel around her head as if it were a turban. She took a moment to eye her reflection in the mirror as she cupped her breasts. Not bad, she thought. Thirty-six years old and she only had enough sag that would allow people to know God, and not some talented surgeon, had given her these tits. No one would ever be able to guess that she'd nursed both her teenage daughters however many years ago. She brushed a thumb over each nipple, tweaked them erect, and thought about how shocked she'd been to walk into the bedroom and see Jennifer sucking Oliver's dick. Shocked to see and even more shocked that it had turned her on to watch it. God, she needed a dick bad. 

She let her hands roam down her still flat tummy, just as flat as it had been the night she'd let Scott take her virginity to celebrate his graduation from engineering school, and thought about the way Oliver had ogled her in her bikini and see through tee shirt Saturday evening when he'd picked Jennifer up. I can turn my daughter's teenage boyfriend on, but not my husband, she thought. God. When are you going to clear Scott's mind of his problems and just let him want to fuck me again. Shit, she thought, and giggled despite herself. Some prayer, huh? If only her Sunday school class could read her filthy mind? Yeah. If only. 

Her fingers found their way through her light brown mass of pubic hair and softly began to stroke her clit. Lost in her movements, she almost didn't hear Scott whisper, "God, Sandy. You're so beautiful."

She turned to look at him. Soaked in sweat from his morning run. Muscles glistening. Veins in his arms and legs pumped with blood. Dark hair plastered to his forehead. He was just as hot as he had been that night when she'd first let him fuck her in the back seat of his Buick. So fucking hot. 

"Sounds like a lot of talk to me," she said.

She let the towel fall from her head and her wet hair fell to her shoulders as she stepped to him and pressed her lips to his. He pulled her fresh, clean body into his sweaty one and pushed his tongue between her open lips. She broke from the kiss and dropped to her knees and quickly tugged down on his gym shorts until his cock was hanging at her face. Her lips wrapped around it and sucked it into her mouth. Yes, she thought to herself as it began to grow hard in her mouth. 

As soon as she had sucked his cock to full attention, she stood and took his hand to lead him to the bed. The same bed she'd seen her half naked daughter, sucking dick on yesterday. She lay back and opened her legs for him. He rubbed the lips of her pussy with his cock and just as easily as she had sucked him hard, it went soft again. Fuck, she thought angrily. Ever since his company had folded and left him out of work, it was the same fucking thing over and over again.

"Shit," he said.

"Damn it, Scott."

Wanting to pleasure her anyway he could, he kneeled between her legs and made as if he were about to lick her pussy. But, she angrily pushed him away and said, "That's not what I want. I want your dick inside me."

Just as angrily, he answered back, "Don't you think I want that too?"

"It doesn't seem as if you do."

"Damn it, Sandy. I just can't do it anymore."

"Bullshit, Scott. You get hard every night in your sleep. This is all in your mind."

"We've been over that, Sandy. I'm not going to a shrink."

"You need help, baby."

"I'm done talking about this," he said as he stood up and stomped into the shower.

"Damn it, Scott Gordon," she said to herself. "I love you whether you're an engineer or a janitor. Why can't you see that?"

*

As Scott finished reassembling the copy machine he'd been repairing, he stood and stepped into the main office. Spying the pretty Latina that worked the reception desk, he asked, "Got anything to copy, Laurie?"

When she turned from the desk to look at him, he couldn't help noticing from the way her tits moved that she didn't seem to have a bra on underneath her tee shirt. Nice firm tits, medium sized, maybe a B cup like Alyson's, definitely not a C cup like Jennifer or Sandy. He shook his head at the thoughts he was having. But his eyes still fell to the skintight bicycle shorts the girl was wearing and observed the outline of her pussy through the spandex material. What had Jennifer's friend, Dina, called it once when she thought he wasn't listening? Camel toe. That was it. Of course, knowing Dina, she may have known he was listening and just hadn't cared. She was another looker, maybe even as pretty as this girl Laurie was. 

"Hello," Laurie said. "Earth to Scott."

"Huh," he said. "Oh, I'm sorry. What did you say?"

"I said," Laurie repeated herself. "Do you like what you see?"

"Well, uh," Scott began to stutter. "I, I, uh."

Laurie laughed and said, "Yeah, I got something to copy. Let's test that machine out."

She walked to the copier, intentionally brushing her hip against his as she walked by. Then she placed a couple of pieces of paper into the top tray and pressed the green copy button. When they cycled through the machine and two fresh clean copies came out, she gave Scott a hug and said, "Fuck yeah, there isn't anything you can't do, is there."

Feeling himself grow hard, and knowing Laurie was feeling it too, Scott gently pushed her away and said, "It really wasn't very complicated."

"Modesty becomes you," she said. 

He blushed and she continued, "What are you doing for lunch today?"

His blush deepened, and he said, "I thought I'd use the weight room and get in a workout."

Come to my apartment, she thought. And I'll give you a workout. Aloud, she said, "Why don't you have lunch with me instead?"

"I better just workout like I was planning."

"Come on," she said. "You KNOW you want to."

That was the trouble he was thinking. He DID want to.

*

Sandy placed the headset to her phone back down in place. These cold calls are getting me nowhere, she thought. Damn, Scott Gordon. He makes me so fucking mad. 

Frustrated, she knew she needed to clear her head and concentrate. She needed this job. The family needed her to have this job. Their savings was dwindling and dwindling and it was looking more and more like Scott wasn't going to find another engineering job. Everyone said he was over qualified for entry-level work and everyone had downsized to the point that they'd eliminated positions for engineers with Scott's experience. He hated that she was making most of the money, but still, they were hurting. The money was almost gone. 

Soon and they'd have to make a decision about putting the girls in public school. They didn't want to do it, but it didn't look like they'd have a choice. Shit, she thought. I've got to get out of here. I'll get more done out on the streets doing pop in visits then I will here. If I can just close one more sell this month. Mr. Reardon, the sales manager, likes me a lot. If I close a deal this week, I bet he'll ask Mr. Hudson to make me permanent. The salary wouldn't be that much different, but the benefits would make up for it.

As she was standing up and reaching for her purse, the phone on her desk rang. "Hudson Pharmaceuticals," she answered.

"Mom."

"Oh," she said. "Hi, Jennifer."

"You mad at me?"

"No," she said. "I'm not mad, but you have to be careful."

"I know. You rushed off without talking and I didn't know what to think. Did you tell Dad?"

Sandy laughed out loud and said, "Oliver's still alive, isn't he."

Jennifer smiled. "Okay. Well, anyway, you rushed off this morning before I could talk to you and didn't give me the check."

"Check?"

"For tennis camp."

"I didn't think that was until spring break."

"It is, but the money's due today."

"Shit."

"MOM!"

"Oh, Jesus Christ, Jennifer," she said. "I've watched you suck a boy's dick. I think I can say the word shit in front of you now."

Jennifer giggled and said, "I've just never heard you say shit before."

"That's enough, young lady."

"You want me to use the visa card to pay?"

"No," Sandy said quickly. How was she supposed to tell her that the Visa was so maxed out that it would probably get cut to pieces if she tried to pay a three hundred dollar tennis camp deposit. "I'm on my way over to Baptist Memorial. I'll swing by the school and write a check."

"Are you sure?" Jennifer asked.

"Of course I'm sure."

"Look, Mom," Jennifer said. "I know we're short on money. I don't have to go to camp this year."

"Jennifer," Sandy said. "We're so short on money that if you don't get a tennis scholarship, you're not even going to go to college. You're going to that tennis camp."

"I didn't know you'd dipped into our college funds."

"We haven't yet, but we're almost to that point. That means you're going to camp. And, if I find anymore cigarettes in your room, I'm going to make you eat them."

"Uh," Jennifer said. "Those must have been Alyson's."

"Give me a break. Alyson doesn't smoke."

At least one of us has her fooled, Jennifer thought. "Okay, Mom. I've officially smoked my last cigarette."

*

Jennifer stood with Dina in an empty stall of the girl's restroom and used her lighter to light Dina's cigarette. Dina took a drag, blew out the smoke and handed the cigarette over to Jennifer for her to take a hit. Already forgetting her promise to her mother, Jennifer accepted the cigarette and drew smoke deep into her lungs before handing it back to Dina. 

"I can't believe your mom walked in on you and Oliver and she's not mad about it."

"I know," Jennifer said. "She was real cool about it though. Freaked the shit out of Oliver though. He just knew she was going to get my dad when she left."

Dina laughed and said, "And the boy still hasn't got any pussy. At least not from you."

"Hey," Jennifer said. "That's not funny."

"Of course it is," she said. "If you don't fuck him soon. He's going elsewhere."

"Not Oliver."

Dina took another deep hit on the cigarette and handed it over for Jennifer to finish. Jennifer took the last drag left on it and dropped it into the toilet. Then Dina said, "Oliver is no different from any other guy. He wants pussy. If he doesn't get it from you, he'll find it from somebody else."

"Shut up. Hey, let's blow class this afternoon and go swimming."

"I've got a Calculus test fourth period," Dina said.

"Then let's go after that. We'll cut fifth and go swim in your pool."

"What about tennis practice? Don't you have to go?"

"We're not having it today. He's still holding tryouts for the last spot on the team. I'm kind of past that."

"Oh listen to the state champ talk. Thinks she's so cool."

"Fuck you, you little cunt," Jennifer said. "Come on, let's go eat."

*

Scott returned from trimming shrubs and stopped at the desk to check what work requests had been turned in for the afternoon. On top was a request to fix the showerhead in apartment 408. He looked at his watch and saw that it wasn't quite eleven-thirty yet.It's probably something simple, he thought. I'll go fix this real quick, and then I'll hit the gym.

*

Jennifer and Dina stepped out of the bathroom just as Sandy was stepping out of the office. Sandy saw them before they saw her, waved and called out, "Jennifer."

Jennifer saw Sandy and rolled her eyes. She hated when her mom came to school. Her mom was cool, and she loved her, but it was embarrassing seeing the way guys fucked her with their eyes. She sighed, "Hi, Mom."

"Hi, sweetie," Sandy said. 

"Hey, Mrs. G," Dina said.

"Hi, Dina. How are you?"

"Excellent. You coming to Taekwondo tonight?"

"I don't know. If I don't have any interviews to do, I'll try to be there."

"I hope you're there," Dina said. "It's not the same without you."

"They've got you and Jennifer, Dina. They don't need me."

"Yeah, right," Dina said. "We need you."

"Thanks," Sandy said. Then she turned to Jennifer. "I paid your deposit."

"Thanks, Mom," Jennifer said.

"I guess I'm going to South Padre Island without her again this year," Dina said.

Sandy laughed and said, "Dina, you know her dad would never let her go down there. He's afraid she'd end up on a Girl's Gone Wild video."

"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell," Dina said. "You never know."

Sandy smiled, then an exit door opened and the wind shifted. She sniffed and said, "Jennifer Gordon. Have you been smoking?"

"Mom," Jennifer said. "We just came out of the restroom. There must have been ten girls in there smoking."

Dina nearly snickered but Jennifer kicked her ankle. A move that did not go unnoticed to Sandy. She just looked at Jennifer and said, "Uh huh."

Jennifer rolled her eyes and said, "Don't you have to be at Baptist Memorial?" 

Sandy sighed and said, "I'm sure you'll have lots of chances to smoke working at McDonald's. You and the other kids that don't get scholarships."

"Mom."

"I'm going," Sandy said as she turned and walked away.

"Ten girls smoking, my ass," Dina said.

"Shut up, bitch. She can still hear you."

"So, it's not like she doesn't know."

"Doesn't know what?"

Dina and Jennifer turned to see Oliver and his friend Bill coming up behind them. Jennifer gave Oliver a hug and kiss on the cheek and said, "Don't worry about it."

"Damn, Gordon," Bill said. "Your older sister is FINE."

It never ends, Jennifer thought. "Fuck off, Bill. That wasn't my sister."

"You're kidding. She looks just like you."

Dina slapped his arm and said, "Leave her alone, Bill. You know that was her mom."

"Ah, no fucking way does Gordon have a mom that fucking hot."

"You want me to reverse hook kick your left ear onto the right side of your face," Jennifer said.

"Shit," Bill said. "That kung fu crapola of yours doesn't scare me."

"It's Taekwondo, dipshit," Jennifer said. "And, if you had any sense at all, you'd be very fucking scared."

"Come on, Jenn," Oliver said. "He was just goofing on you."

Jennifer refrained from snarling and said, "Me and Dina are blowing out before fifth period to go swimming. Want to come?"

"Sure. Who's driving?"

"Dina's got her Navigator."

"Cool. I'm up for it."

Then to Jennifer's amazement, Dina looked at Bill and said, "You want to come too?"

"Fuck yeah."

Before Jennifer could say anything, Oliver leaned down and kissed her and said, "Catch you later. We're going to go shoot some hoops."

"All right," Jennifer said. "Meet us in the parking lot right after fourth period."

They went off toward the gym and Jennifer turned to Dina and said, "Why'd you invite him?"

"You know why. He's cute. Probably the cutest guy in the school."

"He is not."

"He is too. It's all right. Oliver's cute too, especially for a preacher's kid, but not as cute as Bill."

"But he's such an asshole."

"That's cool. Assholes are always hung like mules."

"Oliver's hung and he's not an asshole."

"But is he hung like a mule?"

"I don't know. I've never sucked off a mule."

Dina laughed and said, "Come on. Let's have another smoke."

*

Sandy pulled her car out of the parking lot still shaking her head. I know that girl was smoking, she thought. So was Dina. I should stop by her mom's office at Baptist Memorial and tell her. Sandy sighed and said aloud, "Don't be stupid about this. They're going to do what they're going to do. It's better this way. If I start acting like Scott, she'll just hide everything from me the way she does him, and I don't want her to do that."

She reached over and adjusted the channel on her radio. Yep, she thought. Not like I never smoked a cigarette or two in my lifetime. I grew out of it. She probably will too. "Okay," she went back to talking out loud. "Time to get psyched up. I'm walking into Baptist Memorial and finding myself a sell."

Her mind drifted as she drove and she thought back to her walking in on Jennifer yesterday. Funny thing was that she'd actually felt guilty about it. It wasn't her fault her daughter didn't use her own room and lock her door. Why should Sandy be guilty? She knew. She was guilty because she got wet watching Jennifer sucking Oliver's big dick, and she got wetter still watching him shoot off in her face. 

She couldn't help wondering if they fucked after she left. Sandy doubted it. They both would have been too freaked out. Oliver was scared stiff of Scott. She didn't blame him. Scott was the only person in their family that didn't have a black belt in Taekwondo, but he was still a scary dude when he got pissed off. Still, Sandy was curious. Were they fucking yet, or were they still at the heavy petty stage. Then she giggled when she remembered the time she and Scott had been caught when they were still in the heavy petting stage.

It was a Sunday night, and Scott had gone to church with her to listen to her dad preach. There was a party for the youth group after church and she'd had to beg her mom and dad to let her go with Scott alone. Her dad couldn't stand him, but her mom liked him so she was always helping her convince her dad that Scott was safe. 

So, her dad had relented and told them she could go. Silly fool. Instead of going to the youth group party, she'd told Scott to drive her to her sister's apartment. She'd used the hidden key that Lisa had showed her to use in case she ever needed to get inside and it was an emergency.

They'd started out necking on the sofa and progressed to the floor. She had let Scott push up her shirt and bra and suck on her nipples. She'd been letting him do that for a few weeks, so it was nothing new. Scott had been surprised though when he'd put his hand inside the waistband of her jeans and she didn't stop him. 




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Then he had put his fingers on the button and she'd only moaned when he unbuttoned it and slid open her zipper. Then he had tugged down on her jeans and pulled them past her knees to her ankles. At that point, he had stopped sucking her nipples and began kissing his way down past her flat tummy to the top of her pubic hairs. He had stopped for a moment and looked up at her, but she'd merely moaned when he began to stroke the lips of her pussy with his thumb. Then she had groaned out loud when he began to suck her clit as he worked a finger in and out of her pussy. She remembered thinking, oh God where did Scott learn to do this. 

Just when she had been about to tell Scott that she wanted to fuck, the door had come open and her sister Lisa was walking into her apartment with one of her friends. Sandy had immediately popped to her feet and bunny hopped into Lisa's bedroom as she had unsuccessfully tried to pull up her jeans to hide her nakedness. 

Sandy sighed and thought. Damn, I really wanted to get fucked that night too.

*

Scott rang the doorbell to apartment 408 and found himself surprised when Laurie opened the door. Adding to the surprise was the fact that she was out of the clothes she'd been wearing at the office and only had on a short bathrobe that barely covered her ass. 

She used her hand to move her dark, brown hair out of her eyes and smiled as she stepped aside for him to come in. As she moved, the robe fell open and Scott could see her breasts. The nipples were hard and looked sharp as razors. 

Not even realizing he had stepped into the apartment, he jumped when Laurie closed the door behind him. 

"What's going on, Laurie?"

"What do you think is going on?" She asked as she let the robe fall to the floor and showed him her tan, naked body. 

Scott knew he should leave. He tried to will himself to turn around and walk out the door. Instead, he just stared.

"Like what you see don't you?"

He nodded.

She cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples, "Like my tits?"

"Yes," he whispered.

"Are you sure," she teased. "I've seen your wife, and hers are bigger. Mine are more like your oldest daughter's."

"Huh?" What's she talking about, he thought. Jennifer's tits are way bigger than these. 

"I saw them," Laurie said. "Your wife and your daughters. They came to the pool one day with Samantha. All three are hot, but your oldest daughter looks more like you and your youngest daughter, the one with the big tits, looks like her mom."

Not believing he was standing in a beautiful, naked girl's apartment talking about his daughter's tits, Scott said, "You've got it backwards. Jennifer is my oldest and she's the one that looks like Sandy."

Laurie looked puzzled and said, "The tall one?"

"No," Scott said. "Alyson's the tall one. She's three inches taller than Jennifer, but Jennifer's older."

"I see," Laurie said. "My mistake. Either one looked good enough to eat when they were at the pool though. Your wife too. Not to mention Samantha, I've already had her though, so the other three were more interesting. I got really wet watching your daughters. I wanted to seduce one or maybe even both of them in the worst way. Your wife too. God I bet all three of them are wild fucks."

"Huh?" Scott said ignoring what she'd said about his daughters and zooming in on the comment about Samantha. "What do you mean you've already had her?"

"I've already eaten Samantha. She's really very tasty. But, you probably already know that."

"You've had sex with Samantha Farrell?"

"Sure," Laurie said. "I got nothing against fucking the boss. You mean you haven't fucked her yet?"

"She and her husband go to church with us."

"Yeah. So."

"Wow," he said.

"Yeah, wow," Laurie said as she stepped next to him. "You've got too many clothes on."

She unhooked his tool belt and let it fall to the floor. Then she dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants, freeing his bursting erection. She took it immediately into her mouth and he gasped as her magic lips went to work on his cock. In just seconds, he was cumming and she was swallowing every drop. She kept sucking until he had no cum left to give her. 

Then she stood up and led him by the cock, which was still hard, to the bedroom, saying as she walked, "I'm going to fuck you silly, Daddy."

*

Sandy parked her Impala in the visitor's lot of Baptist Memorial Hospital. Just as she was about to open her door, her cell phone began to ring. She read the caller idea and saw that it was from her sales manager. She pressed the talk button and said, "Hi, Mr. Reardon."

"Sandy," he said. "Where are you?"

"Baptist Memorial."

"You're not in the middle of anything, are you?"

"Not yet. Why?"

"Mr. Hudson wants to see you."

"Now?"

"Yes, right now."

"Where?"

"He wants you have to have lunch with him at The Olive Garden."

"The Olive Garden?"

"That's what he said," Mr. Reardon told her. "Go straight there and ask for his table. And, Sandy."

"Yes."

"This is your chance. Don't fuck it up."

"I won't."

*

Laurie pulled Scott onto the bed removing articles of clothing as they went. By the time that they reached the bed, he was as naked as she was. Taking control away from her, he pushed her onto her back. She opened her legs as he did so and pulled his cock to her pussy. As she guided it into place, the only thoughts going through his head were of how tight this girl was. Still, she was well lubricated from excitement, and he was fairly easily able to work his cock into her. 

He had it half in before he pulled out until only the head was still inside, then he pushed in again. And pulled out again. Each time he pulled out, he pushed about half an inch more of his cock inside her on the return trip. When he had worked his entire cock inside her, he let it set for a moment and enjoyed the feel of her pussy lips wrapped around the shaft of his cock. God, this was fantastic. He had missed this feeling. 

Laurie began to rock beneath him, so he began to pump his hips in time with hers until they found a matching rhythm. After a moment, each of their need increased, and they accelerated the pace of their humping to match that need. As her orgasm built, she wrapped her ankles around his calves and locked them in place as she screamed her release. Then he was pumping his load into her pussy, continuing to hump like a wild dog until he was completely spent and collapsing on top of her. 

She rolled him off and sat up in bed so she could search for her cigarettes. Once she had one lit, she lay back beside him and blew her smoke to the ceiling, and said, "That was mega intense."

"Yeah," he said. "It was."

"I'd never believe it looking at your wife, but something tells me it's been awhile for you."

"It has. Not her fault though. She loves sex. It's been all me."

"Really," Laurie said. "Not surprised to hear she loves sex. I recognize a fellow slut when I see one, but I'm a little surprised to hear that about you."

"She's been trying to get me to go to a therapist, but I'm not crazy about that idea."

"Tell her you went to one today."

"Huh," he said.

"Go home tonight and fuck your wife silly. Then tell her you spent the afternoon in therapy."

He smiled.

"Like that idea, don't you?" she said.

"As a matter of fact," he said. "I do."

"Good," she said as she reached for and began to play with his cock. "Now let's get back to that therapy."

Scott sighed as his dick began to grow and he couldn't help wondering if he was going to hear more detail about this girl having sex with Samantha Farrell. As he thought of that, his cock grew instantly hard.

*

Not really being a drinker, the four glasses of wine, Sandy drank with her pasta had pretty much put her under the table. Maybe it was her imagination, but under the table is where she was starting to think Mr. Hudson wanted her to be. To this point, he had not even brought up her work with the company. He'd talked about her family, touched her hand. Talked about her hobbies, pressed his knee against hers. He'd talked about how much he liked the dress she was wearing and how red suited her, ran his finger over the top of hers. He'd told her casually how much he liked her eyes, while fixing his own eyes on her cleavage. 

Sandy was quite drunk, but not so drunk that she didn't know what was going on. Still, drunk enough, that she was soaking up the attention. It was nothing new really. If letting a doctor buy her a glass of wine and rub her knee while he looked down her dress got him to try Hudson Pharmaceutical's products, she saw no harm in it. This was no different. If showing that she was a little receptive to Hudson's attentions got him to offer her a permanent position with benefits, she saw no harm in that. 

She mentioned needing to powder her nose and stumbled slightly as she stood up. Hudson held out his hand for her to grab and steady herself on, and said, "I'll get the check while you're gone, dear."

She returned, cursing the three-inch heels she'd worn today and wishing that the water she'd splashed on her face had done more to refresh her. Hudson had already left the table and was waiting for her near the door. He took her hand again and said, "Ride with me, child."

Child, she thought? He can't be more than six or seven years older than I am. Still, she smiled at her implied youth, and let him hold her hand as he led her out the door. His limo and driver were already waiting for them with the door open. She hesitated for the first time and said, "My car is here, Mr. Hudson."

He shook his head and said, "You're in no shape to drive."

Shit, she thought. Reardon told me not to fuck it up and that's what I've done.

He put his hand on her back, very close to her ass, and guided her into the back seat of the limo. In fact, as she stepped into the car, his hand slid to her ass and rested firmly there. God, that feels so fucking nice, was the impure thought that went through her mind. 

She slid into her seat and Hudson sat beside her, his thigh firmly against hers, as his driver shut the door and walked around to get behind the wheel. "Just drive us around, Gus."

"Yes sir, Mr. Hudson," the driver said as Hudson pressed a button to close the glass between them.

Hudson placed his hand on Sandy's thigh, just above the knee, and said, "You know lunch was a test?"

Shit, she thought. I did fuck it up. Then she gulped and said, "I know, sir. It's just that I don't normally drink that much and."

As the hand on her thigh slowly worked its' way away from her knee, he pressed the index finger of his free hand gently against her lips, and said, "Shush. You passed with flying colors."

Sandy gulped again and said, "I did?"

"Of course. Why do you think all the other sales staff with the exception of my manager are very pretty, and very young?"

There he is with that implied youth again, she thought. She had noticed that none of the other girls in the office could be a day over twenty-five and they all had asses every bit as tight and as round as either Jennifer or Alyson. She gasped as she finally realized that Hudson's hand had reached inside her skirt. The hand stopped for a moment. She should ask him to move the hand. She knew that she should, but she didn't ask him to do that. Instead, she answered his question by saying, "I suppose because you know that the Doctors we peddle your pills to, like to be dined and taken out on the town by pretty women."

She just couldn't bring herself to say pretty girls. 

"That's right," Hudson said, his hand riding higher under her dress, the tips of his fingers touching the elastic hem from the leg of her panties. "So the test was to see how far you'd let me go during lunch."

"It was?" she said, unable to raise her voice above a whisper.

"Yes," he said just as softly, before leaning his lips to hers. 

She let the kiss happen. Her mind saying, I have to stop this. Her pussy saying, open your legs. She opened her legs. His hand took the invitation and began to rub her pubic mound through the cotton fabric of her panties. Her lips opened and accepted his tongue into her mouth. Her legs opened wider and she groaned before squeezing them shut and breaking the kiss. "Mr. Hudson. I'm a married women, with two kids."

"Yes you are," he said, his hand rising to her chest, undoing the buttons, releasing, and cupping her breast. "Two kids that you want to keep in private school and want to have a college fund for. Two kids that you don't want to have to be in the position in the future that THEY are in the back of a man's limo trying to decide what to do."

She gulped and tried to fight the way his hand was making her feel, as her nipple grew hard in his palm. He kissed her again and his hand released her breast and went back under her dress, dipping into her panties, entering her sopping wet pussy with two fingers. Drawing those fingers out of her pussy as their kiss broke and offering them to her mouth, watching her do as he desired and suck his fingers clean of her juices.

"The time is now, Sandy," he said. "How bad do you want to work for me? I need to know how far you'll go to make a sell for me."

His fingers were in her pussy again, sliding in and out. "How far, Sandy?"

Through gritted teeth, she grunted the words, "Would you please shut up and fuck me?"

*

Scott sat at the side of Laurie's bed tying his boots so he could go back to work. Laurie lay beside him tracing her fingers along the outlined muscles of his back. "You know," she said. "Samantha won't say anything if you don't go back to work."

"You might be right," Scott said. "But, I'm going anyway."

"You mad?"

"God no," he said as he leaned down and kissed her, cupping a naked tit in his hand. "I just need to get back."

"What did you like best?"

"Huh?"

"What did you like best? The way I sucked your cock, or the fact that you were doing something you weren't supposed to be doing?"

He thought for a moment before saying, "I really don't know."

She pinched his nipple through the fabric of his tee shirt and said, "But you did like the way I suck cock?"

"Oh yeah," he said. "I loved the way you suck cock."

She giggled.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty."

"God," he said. 

"I know what you're thinking."

"What am I thinking?"

"That I'm barely older than your daughter, and you're wondering how many times she's spent her lunch period sucking some guys cock."

He blushed, "No I'm not."

"Yes you are," she said. "But. Just in case you're not, you are wondering how many times your wife has gone off at lunch and done something just because she knew she wasn't supposed to be doing it."

Scott hesitated so she said, "Ah ha. You are wondering that."

He shook his head, "Sandy would never cheat on me."

Laurie giggled again. "Sure she wouldn't, and your daughters are virgins."

"You seem obsessed with my daughters for some reason."

"Give me time for them to get to know me and they'll be the ones that are obsessed with me."

At a loss as to what to say to that, Scott sat silently as she caressed his cheek and said, "Don't worry. I'll never tell them that they're eating the same pussy their Daddy likes to fuck."

*

Jennifer sat in the pool lounger and lit a cigarette. As she blew out a stream of smoke, Bill called out to her. "Come back in, Gordon. I like the way your tits bob around like buoys."

She gave Bill an exasperated look, stood and said, "Anyone else want a beer?"

Bill had gone back to splashing under the water with Dina, but Oliver hopped out of the pool and said, "I'll go in and get one with you."

She smiled and said, "I appreciate the company, but since when did you drink beer."

He shrugged and said, "I still don't. I just want to be inside with you."

She hit on her cigarette one more time and said, "Cool. Let's go."

Once inside, he pulled her to him and mashed his lips to hers. Each tried to press their tongue into the other's mouth as they fiercely kissed with fervent desire. They broke for air and he said, "Let's go into Dina's bedroom."

Gasping for breath, she pulled him by the hand to her best friend's bed and in a furry they ripped each other's suits off and lay on the bed kissing. She lay back and neither thought of petting, or build up, or foreplay of any kind. She simply opened her legs and he crawled between them and pressed the head of his steal hard penis into the folds of her dripping pussy lips. 

He pressed in further and she cried out when he hit the hymen, but unlike when they were in his mom's car, he didn't give her a chance to tell him to stop. He pushed harder as he met the resistance, felt the thin layer of skin stretch, heard her scream out in pain, and then broke through and pushed past the barrier. Even with the hymen broken, he was only able to get half his cock inside before he had to stop. He looked down at her and asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Just give me a minute."

He waited about ten seconds, but in his mind it had seemed like a minute, before he pushed a little more of his cock into her. She willed herself to relax and the pain seemed to decrease as he slowly eased his cock the rest of the way inside her. When he was all the way in, he stopped again.

"How's that feel?"

She gasped, "Wonderful."

"Are you sure?"

"Oliver."

"Yes."

"Shut up and fuck me."

*

Sandy kneeled on the floorboard of the limo in front of Hudson taking his cock in her mouth, licking, sucking, and giving it loving attention. Hudson groaned as she brought his cock back to life again and gripped her hair as she slowly moved her mouth up and down the length of his shaft while she sucked. When he was sure he would cum again if she didn't stop, he pulled her face off his cock and pushed her face down onto the seat of the limo. Then he positioned himself behind her and entered her doggie style. 

Sandy gasped and cried out as her boss achieved full penetration. "Yes. Yes. YES. That's it. That's it. That's fucking it."

He worked his cock in and out of her like a piston and she continued to scream to the heavens. "Oh God. Oh God. Fuck me. Fuck me. Please fucking God. Fucking fuck me!"

So Hudson fucked her, and fucked her and fucked her, pounding away into her like she was a whore he'd picked up off the street corner. In a matter of moments, she was filling the limo with a glass shattering orgasm that she collapsed from only seconds before Hudson shot his third load of the afternoon into the inner well of her pussy. 

He rolled her over and kissed her on the lips that had previously swallowed one of the first two loads he had shot. After spending a moment swallowing his tongue just as passionately as she had swallowed his cock, Sandy broke the kiss and said, "Did I pass that test?"

"Oh yeah."

"Good," she said as she began to kiss her way back down to his cock. "Now let's get you hard again. We've got more fucking to do."

*

As soon as he heard the words, "Shut up and fuck me," Oliver began to slowly rock his hips back and forth, and Jennifer began to move hers too. It was awkward at first, but in time, she stopped moving and just lay there, moaning as she enjoyed Oliver working his cock in and out of her. She slowly was building up to an orgasm when she felt Oliver shift into a different gear. Somehow, she was able to realize that in their passion, she hadn't bothered to make Oliver put on a condom. 

"OH SHIT!"

Thinking she was nearing orgasm, Oliver began to hump faster, but miraculously he was able to hear and understand her screaming through her moans, "PULL OUT. YOU'RE NOT WEARING ANYTHING!"

He kept humping until he knew he was going to cum and just before he began to spurt, he pulled his cock out and blew what seemed to Jennifer to be about a gallon of cum all over her stomach and tits. Then he collapsed and rolled off of her as they both giggled in relief.