0 comments/ 228723 views/ 29 favorites Quid Pro Quo Ch. 01 By: mohawk08 They stepped into the elevator together. As the door closed behind them, Erika Sawyer caught her reflection in the metal covered doors. It wasn't mirror-like, but you could still make out the shapes of people. If she didn't know the woman looking back at her, Erika would have thought it was a stripper or maybe even a hooker. The blond woman in front of her was dressed in a tiny black dress that clung tightly to her body. She had the body of a stripper too – long legs and large breasts. Erika would never dress like the woman in the reflection before her now, for she was much too conservative for that. After all, she was a young career woman, happily married to the best husband in the world. Her friends often kidded her, calling Erika and her husband the Barbie and Ken Couple. The physical similarity was hard to argue with, but William always insisted that his wife was a lot hotter than any version of the famous doll. That comment always made her smile. But now that she was looking at Slut Barbie's reflection, the family joke was loosing its luster. She wasn't sure what she was doing on a hotel elevator dressed like a whore. I can't do this, she thought to herself. Then she said it out loud. "I don't think I can do this. Look at me; I don't look like a professional marketer. I can't believe I let you talk me into this." For months, Howard Fenster had been trying to convincer her to use her feminine assets when dealing with customers. This is the trucking business after all, he'd say, and these guys appreciate a beautiful woman. Erika always knew men found her attractive. Even before she grew into a woman, men had taken notice of her. People always told her to take part in pageants and take advantage of her beauty. Despite all that, Erika had always wanted to make it on her own abilities, but it hadn't been easy. She was on her second job in three years since graduating from college and she hadn't gotten any farther up the ladder than assistant marketing representative. On the other hand, William had been promoted twice since college and was one step away from management. She loved William with all her heart, but still a little bit of competitiveness had worked its way into their relationship. She so much wanted to keep up with him. "Don't worry about it," said Howard, breaking her hypnotic gaze. "You look just fine and Phil's going to love it. He'll be hanging on your every word." Erika was now looking at the numbers rising on the panel by the door -- 11, 12, 13, 14. She felt a shiver rip through her body. How can I even think dressed like this; I feel so uncomfortable, she thought. "Anyway, you're not much of professional marketer if you never make a sale, are you? Need I remind you what this contract would mean to our company? And think of the bonuses we'll get." Erika looked over at Howard's image on the doors now. Even the distorted reflection couldn't improve the reality of him. The middle aged marketing manager had been hitting on Erika for nearly a year. She could never imagine what made him think she'd be interested – the disgusting little troll. Why on Earth would she choose to fool around with Howard Fucking Fenster. She couldn't think of any less appealing human; he was a squat little creature, married with six kids. She certainly had no interest in him. Yet, here she was in an elevator following his advice, "dressed sexy" for this customer meeting. The two were trying to move the contract process a little faster down the track. Howard had been chasing this customer for years. The Grade A Trucking account would be a major win for the company and would get him that long awaited promotion to vice president. But it wouldn't be easy. Phil had made it clear that Howard and Erika's company had to offer the best value in truck parts. Yet, Howard had seen Phil take the occasional glance at good looking women and having this hot little bitch along couldn't hurt. And man she was hot, Howard thought, looking over at the statuesque blond. Erika had it all hair, face, tits, ass and legs. The honey blonde was taller than Howard and had to have a 40-inch chest. She was fucking perfect, and he wanted her in the worst way. Looking at her in the tight, short dress was only strengthening that desire. It seemed like he'd been working on this little bitch forever and wasn't about to give up. He'd never seen a chick hotter to get ahead in business, and that was the kind of flaw a guy could use. But first she was going to help him land this elusive whale. They finally reached the 26th floor and Erika's trance ended when the doors opened. The two marketers moved down the hall to Suite 2619 and Howard knocked. The door was opened by a handsome gray haired man dressed in just a pair of slacks and an open collared shirt. The smiling gentleman warmly greeted his guests. "Hello Howard, how are you? I see you brought your young protégé along." "Thanks for inviting us. I hope we can answer any questions you might have about our proposal," Howard replied. The trucking executive invited them to have a seat and got them drinks. Howard began to run down the advantages of going with Certified Parts, as Phil sat down on the other side of a davenport from Erika. She thought he was a pretty good looking man despite his age. He was tall and looked like he was in good shape. "Let's see the proposal," he said to her coworker. "Um, I'm sorry. I didn't bring it," Howard stammered. "I messenger was supposed to bring you a copy." "How the hell am I supposed to evaluate a proposal if I don't even have it? I think we better cancel this meeting until you're better prepared." Howard had been trying to get this meeting for weeks and now the whole thing was in jeopardy. Why didn't he bring a the proposal to the meeting? He begged Phil to let him run and get a copy. "I can get it and be back in just a few minutes." Actually, it would take more than an hour to drive across town and back, but he couldn't let this opportunity get away. "OK, but hurry back. I've got an early plane tomorrow and I want to get to bed early tonight." "Come on Erika; let's go." "I'd like to stay here if you don't mind," Erika said. "I'll keep Phil company until you get back." Good thinking baby, Howard thought. You're getting the hang of this now. After Howard left, Phil spoke to Erika for the first time, offering to refresh her wine. She began to talk about Certified and what a great company it was. The company offered state of the art supply chain management she said. "We'll see what your proposal says when Howard gets back." "Honestly Phil, I can tell you whatever you want to know about the proposal." "Really? The way you're dressed, I thought you were just the eye candy." What a rude SOB, she thought. The fear and embarrassment she once felt at this whole situation was now beginning to turn to anger and resolve. She was really quite tired of men thinking she was stupid just because she was pretty. "No. I'm very much a part of the team." "Really?" Yeah, really asshole, she wanted to say. However, she held her tongue. That's when she realized that he had been avoiding looking at her since she walked in. Maybe she was intimidating him. "Yes. Don't you like the way I'm dressed?" Put him on the defensive she thought. See how he likes it. "Sure." Ok. I wonder how far I can push him, she wondered. "Do you think I'm attractive?" she asked moving toward him on the davenport. She wasn't ready for what came next. The trucking executive turned and looked her straight in the eye. "Hell, I'd fuck you in a minute baby. Is that what you're asking?" "No," she snapped, pulling back as if he was going to grab her. "Do you want to trade a roll in the hay for the contract? Is that what you want?" "No, of course not, I just ..." Now he was moving toward her. She wasn't sure what was happening. First she was screwing with the guy's head, and now he was turning the table on her. "I can see by the big ring on your finger that you're married," Phil said. "Tell me about your husband." She couldn't look at his face for long and was now looking across the room. Yet, she could feel his eyes lock on her like a laser. "Oh, well. Um. William is an accountant and he works for the local cable TV company." "Are you happy? Does he make you happy?" "Um. Well..." "Don't you know if he makes you happy?" "I'm sorry; I was just surprised by the question. Of course, he makes me happy." Phil brought his hand down from the back of the sofa at Erika's shoulder. She stiffened as he brushed his fingers against her. To make matters worse, she was perspiring and the leather of the sofa was beginning to stick to the backs of her legs. If she was smart enough to wear a proper outfit, that wouldn't happen, she thought. "Are you sleeping with Howard?" "What? Of course not," she choked out. "What's the matter, don't you like him?" "I'm happily married." "I'm sorry, I'm just trying to figure out why you're dressed like you're on a date." "We're not on a date. We're here to convince you to give us the contract." This was a good time to bring the conversation back to business. "We are developing a number of new services including a supply chain management system that will better help you manage inventories," Erika said. "That's fine, but it's not the kind of service I'm interested in at the moment, honey." "What do you mean." "Well, for me to go around a company policy and just grant you the contract, I'd be taking a hell of a risk." "What are you saying?" She asked just as the big man brought a hand down to her knee. "Listen baby; we both know what you're her for. If you weren't interested in a little quid pro quo, you would have left with Howard." Her stomach tightened at the thought of sleeping with this old man, but she was now concerned that it was the only way to secure the contract. What would happen if she said no? She might never get a chance like this again. She could be turning down a huge bonus and possibly a promotion. While she was still thinking, Phil leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. Again she stiffened as her face was covered in wetness. And then she felt his hand move between her legs, inching upward. Pushing him back, Erika surprised herself by asking if he was serious. Would sleeping with her guarantee a contract for Certified? "Let's do the deal baby. But you have to do whatever I want tonight – all night." At that moment, William's face flashed through her head. She loved her husband, but this might be the long-awaited jumpstart to her career. "Do you promise that this is my deal? You have to tell our management that I was the one that convinced you." "Wow, you're cold, baby. OK. Howard's out." He leaned in again and began to kiss her neck. "I'm not kidding. You must make sure I get all the credit, and nobody can ever know about this." "Don't worry, baby. I'll take good care of you," he said, as he began to move his hand up to a breast and lightly caress it. "Just tonight, right. This would be the one and only time." "Agreed ... unless you want some more, baby. But that would be your choice." "Don't count on that happening," she snapped back. "Now is that any way to get started? Be nice honey," he commanded, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her from the davenport. "OK, but I won't kiss you and any sodomy." He was leading her toward the bedroom. "Sodomy? I can forgo the anal, but you've got to suck my dick, honey. Without that, the job ain't finished." He sat on the edge of the bed and took her hips in his hands. "Turn around honey. I want to see what I won." She slowly turned around until she was facing away from him. Placing his hands on her hips, Phil stopped her progress. He then moved his hands along the backs of her legs, under her short dress. Erika felt like the Barbie doll she had always been jokingly referred to. But instead of being the toy of a little girl, she was the property of a old degenerate. Phil flipped her dress up and her ass came into view, revealing a pair of lacy French-cut panties. He rolled one hand around to her stomach and began caressing her ass cheeks with the other. "What a great ass you got Erika. Long legs and a great ass. Perfect," he said, giving her ass a light slap. The rough contact caused her to jump. "Don't do that," she snapped at him over her shoulder. "That didn't hurt, besides you're supposed to do what ever I want; know bend forward." Resigned to her fate, the young wife did as she was directed. "More baby," he said, pushing her back down until her body was at a right angle. She put her hands on the front of her thighs for stability. "Yeah, that's nice," he said, slapping her ass once again, just to show her who the boss was. He hooked the crotch of her panties with one finger and pulled her panties to one side, resting it off on one of her ass cheeks. The old man surprised her again by roughly grabbing her hips again and pushing his mouth against her vulnerable pussy. "Oooh, Oooh. What are you doing?" she asked. Phil didn't answer as he was concentrating on pushing his tongue into the opening. He began to make strange guttural noises like he was eating a meal after weeks of starvation. The young wife tried to squeeze her legs together to push him back out, but he kept pushing his tongue in, swishing it up and down her slit. It felt like he had her entire mound in his mouth. "The noises coming from the trucking executive were not normal," she thought. He was deliberately getting louder and louder as if he was enjoying her humiliation. He reached up with one hand and pulled the top of her dress down. The strapless bra came too and her breasts tumbled out and bounced about like bunji jumpers. He roughly grabbed a handful of one then the other. To her surprise, the rough treatment and the probing tongue where taking their affect. She couldn't hold back a low moan as it escaped her lips. "You taste great honey," Phil said. "That's one sweet pussy." The old man pulled Erika backwards until she was sitting on his lap. The straps of her dress kept her arms close to her body, so she couldn't resist when he grabbed her chin and began to kiss her mouth. Erika had never tasted her own juices before. She was surprised at the taste and had to agree with Phil's assessment. While she was preoccupied with the kiss, Phil pushed a finger into her slick pussy and began to move it around. She responded immediately to his touch rolling her hips to help him gain greater access to her body. Without breaking the kiss, Phil guided their bodies back until they were fully reclined together on the bed. He moved down her body, stopping at her breasts to engulf each nipple deep in his mouth. He seemed mesmerized by the size of her breasts, almost weighing them with his hands. He pushed them together and buried his face in them. Continuing his journey south, the old man reached her pubic area and once again devoured her waiting mound. He licked and slurped spreading her legs wide with his hands. Erika was unaccustomed to this treatment. William rarely performed this act and never did it with this degree of vigor. Despite the nagging sense of vulnerability that still invaded her head, she had to admit that Phil was good at this. Pure pleasure was beginning to overtake her. Through her lust, she faintly heard a knocking sound. Someone was at the door, yet Phil didn't seem to notice. He continued the campaign on her body without moving. She tried to push his head away from her crotch, but he just looked up and said not to worry. Howard would go away after a while. They just looked at each other until the noise stopped. His face was covered in her juices, and she thought he looked silly. At the same time she couldn't wait for him to begin again. "Are you enjoying that honey?" "Yes. It feels great." "How would you like to give me a little of the same?" he said. A little panic spread across her face as she realized what he was asking. "I don't really do that ... I mean I really haven't done that." "Don't worry baby. I'll show you what to do." Pulling her up to the edge of the bed, the trucking executive stood in front of her and slowly pulled off his belt. He dropped his pants and boxer shorts in one motion, a hard cock was now pointed at her face. Erika reached out to touch it. She didn't have much experience, but she could tell it was a big one. It was a little longer than her husband's, but much thicker. She wrapped her fist around the cock and began to stroke it slowly. "Year baby, that's good, but I want you to put it in your mouth." She leaned forward and let the head of his cock slide between her lips. The soft firmness of him slide along her tongue into the back of her throat. She didn't know what to do and just held him there in her mouth. "Good girl, but you've got to slide it back and forth. Yeah, just like that. Ah, that's good." She could feel his body stiffen as his hand came down on the back of her head to guide her movements. "Yeah. Suck harder. That's right honey. You're learning fast," he said with encouragement. She looked up at his face and their eyes met. She enjoyed giving him pleasure, but was ready for more herself. Sensing her need, the older man asked her if she wanted his cock. Pulling her mouth from him, she shook her head yes. Erika moved back on the bed and spread her legs wide. She reached out her arms to him, as if to draw him toward her. However, the older man just continued to watch her standing there with his cock just hanging in the air. "Please Phil, I'm ready now." "Do you want me baby?" he asked, moving onto the bed and in position between her legs. "Yes baby. I need you now." "You are a hot one," the trucking executive said as he positioned his penis at the entrance to her pussy and drove in slowly. Her eyes rolled back in her pretty head as he began to plug the young wife. "Aaaahhh. Yeeesss. That's good," she moaned as the cock stretched her to new dimensions. She pulled his head to hers and began kissing him. She had never intended to respond like this to the older man, but couldn't control her actions. This was what sex was supposed to be like. It was fantastic. She could feel it begin slowly, like a wave. Phil began pounding into her harder and deeper and she could feel her body just implode. She heard herself loudly moaning in a strange methodic way. What a feeling, she thought. As the orgasm subsided, her eyes opened to see the man above her. They smiled at each other and he kissed her again. "It's customary to thank someone who makes you cum," he said. "Thank you Phil that was wonderful." They kissed again and he told her there was more to come. He pulled out for a moment and instructed her to roll over on her hands and knees, so he could fuck her doggy style. When Erika was in position, Phil grabbed her hips and drove himself completely in her pussy on the first stroke. She responded by rolling her hips to receive his thrusts. He grabbed her shoulders to pull her onto his cock. "Yeah, fuck that cock you little slut. Do you like that? Does my cock feel good?" he teased. "Yes Phil. It's wonderful." He kept up a steady pace filling her with all he had. She was lost in the pleasure he was giving and lost track of time until his full weight came down on her back driving her to the mattress. Even in that position, he didn't stop driving into the young wife. "You're going to want this again, aren't you baby? You're going to let me fuck you next time I'm in town, huh?" He reached under her and pulled on her big boobs using them as handled to guide her movements. Quid Pro Quo Ch. 01 She had spent the better part of the summer in that chaise-lounge, and Paul smiled to himself as he saw her there again, stretched-out and lounging lazily by the pool. His neighbor's wife Isabella was truly a gorgeous woman, and while she had spent much of the summer months out by the pool, Paul had spent just as many moments gazing from his office window at her flawless body. He found himself drifting from the dreariness of his work, and he was once again staring longingly at the statuesque young woman below. His eyes slowly traced every contour of her form, committing each curve to memory, voraciously taking in the experience of her body. As his eyes darted across her body, she suddenly brought her hand up to cover the sun from her eyes, and she glanced upwards to Paul's window. Terrified, he froze in his place, momentarily transfixed by the fear of his situation. His face burned red with embarrassment, but she smiled gently and offered a conciliatory wave in his direction. Shaking, Paul barely managed to return the gesture. Without another thought, Isabella rolled over and exposed her beautiful back to the sun. Paul desperately tried to tear himself from the window, but the sight below him was too much, and his erection began to grow. Her olive tone skin glistened in the sunlight as Paul began to absently stroke himself through the fabric of his pants. He longed to be down there next her, to tear away the flimsy fabric of her bikini, and revel in the beauty of her body. Unzipping his pants and dropping them to the floor, Paul quickened his pace. He imagined her shapely long legs wrapped around him as they made love in the sunlight, her sweet Latin accented voice urging him on with each lust-driven thrust. Paul's climax came on him suddenly and forcefully. Without warning, his seed shot across the desk and splatted audibly against the windowpane. Panicked, Paul quickly grabbed a Kleenex and began to wipe away at the glass, noticing only too late that Isabella had turned to face him once again. Paul was crimson as she waved at him once again, offering him a sly and all-too-knowing smile. Before he could respond, she motioned for him to come over. Paul stood motionless, hoping his silence would erase the incident altogether. Her voice, muffled by the separation of the glass, called out, "Paul, how about you come over for a drink?" There was no avoiding his predicament now, and Paul gathered himself together as he pondered his apologies to Isabella. By the time Paul had made his way down the stairs and out through the back door to his neighbor's pool, Isabella had risen from her chaise-lounge and was now sitting seductively sipping a drink at the patio table. Her eyes flashed with sudden glee as she saw Paul sullenly making his way towards her. He tried to think of something to excuse his behavior. "Isabella, I am so sorry, I just lost control..." Before he could finish his thought, she closed the distance between them, standing uncomfortably close to Paul's trembling body. Once again, the sly smile came across her face, and she sipped slowly at her drink, torturing Paul with her silence. He lowered his head and muttered, almost incomprehensibly, "Isabella, I just... I should never have... I mean, you're so beautiful." After an exceedingly long pull at the straw in her piña colada, she brought her small hand to the side of Paul's face, caressing him softly as she raised his eyes to level her own. Isabella parted her lips, and broke the awkward silence, "Paul, I'm not upset." She turned again towards the patio and walked to the bar, "Now, didn't I invite you over for a drink?" Stunned, Paul followed her, entranced by the hypnotic movements of her hips as her high-heels clicked along the mosaic patio. She flashed Paul her sly smile again, and leaning across the bar she asked, "What do you want Paul... to drink?" With her palms pressed down on the bar surface, and her body leaning forward, her full and perfect breasts seemed to taunt Paul all the more. She giggled to herself as she caught Paul staring at her body again. Coughing, Paul answered, "I'll just have whatever you're having, Isabella." She quickly poured Paul a piña colada, and, rolling her eyes, she teased, "I'm surprised, that's a girl's drink Paul!" Isabella casually walked out from behind the bar and made her way to the table once again, patting the seat of the chair next to her, motioning for Paul to come over. Her tongue reached out and grabbed at the straw, and she took a long sip at her drink, "I saw you today Paul, but I think you know that already." Paul's momentary sense of comfort and safety vanished immediately, and his head sunk. "Now, now, that's not what I meant at all, " she comforted, "what I mean to say is that I think we might come to some sort of a deal." Paul was at a loss, "I don't think I understand what you're getting at, Isabella." She rolled her soft brown eyes again, "My husband and I have an open marriage, Paul, and an agreement of sorts, that we call our 'Quid Pro Quo.'" Paul's confusion was evident, and without allowing him a response, she continued, "If my husband wants to be with a woman, he must agree to share her with me, and vice-versa. It's very simple, Paul." Paul's mind whirled at the revelation that this beautiful creature was a bisexual, and his mind was suddenly filled with images of her tight olive-skinned body rubbing passionately against feminine flesh, "I think I understand, Isabella." That curious smile came across her face again, and she jumped up from her chair, straddling Paul with her legs. Running her fingernails seductively down Paul's chest, she leaned forward and offered him a lust-filled kiss. Paul's heart raced as he responded to her sudden passion; he grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to him. Suddenly she pushed Paul's chest back with a playful thrust of her arms, "No, no, not yet, Paul. We need to wait for my husband Charles." The sudden mention of her husband's name brought Paul sharply back to reality. Charles was a tall and fit young black man, and a very successful corporate attorney. He puzzled to himself, "she didn't expect him to...was he supposed to... with Charles?" Still straddling Paul's lap, Isabella sensed his sudden shock. "I understand if you're uncomfortable about this, Paul, and if you want to back out, I understand," she reached down to his crotch, and grabbed Paul's throbbing penis through the cloth of his pants, "but... something tells me that you're going to be here tonight at eight." With a playful squeeze of his penis, she slowly lifted herself off of Paul's lap, and wordlessly walked back through the open French doors to her house. Paul must have sat in that chair for ten minutes before he could manage to stand, but eventually he rose, and in a strange daze, he made his way back to his own house. The thoughts that channeled through his mind were things that he had never questioned before; he had never considered himself to be bi-sexual and he had never thought of another man in a sexual sense. Despite all of his uneasiness, Paul couldn't escape his desire to be with Isabella. He knew that he would be there at eight. "I can't believe I'm doing this," Paul thought as he knocked on his neighbor's door. Moments later Isabella opened the door, wearing an impossibly short black mini skirt and a tight fitting low-cut top. She beamed as she welcomed Paul in, "So you've decided that you're interested?" Paul paused for a moment, and then nodded affirmatively. Isabella jumped up and hugged him, planting an enormous kiss on his surprised face. Retreating briefly, she began to speak, "Paul, I'm afraid I haven't been entirely honest about what this deal entails. Charles is very specific about what he wants from a girl, and so we have a lot of work to do before he gets home." Paul's mind jumped at the word "girl," but still he followed the entrancing sway of Isabella's hip up the stairs, watching as her short skirt rose to reveal the tops of her seamed stockings. They made their way to the master bedroom, and Isabella playfully pushed Paul down on the bed. Straddling across his lap once again, she kissed him with sudden passion and pulled his shirt over his head. The kiss continued for some minutes as Paul caressed her body with an adolescent's sense of wonder. Giggling again, she pulled herself from Paul's hands and stood up. "Well, don't just sit there Paul, we have lots of work to do to get you ready. Take off your clothes and meet me in the bathroom." Paul seemed to have no control of his actions as he quickly disrobed and followed the intoxicating woman to the enormous master-bathroom. Isabella was seated at the edge of the Jacuzzi tub, her beautiful legs crossed demurely, "Now hop inside Paul, don't waste time!" Almost reflexively, he followed her command and sat himself down in the lilac-scented warm water. That sly smile came to Isabella's sweet lips as he sat down, "Good Paul, now we can get to work. We're going to have to shave your legs so they'll look nice for Charles..." Paul's trance was broken by this suggestion, and, bristling, he blurted, "This is too much Isabella, I was willing to give this all a chance because I want you so much... but... I just... can't." Isabella's face darkened, and her enchanting brown eyes looked as though they might begin to well up with tears. She looked deeply at Paul, saying, "I just want to be you Paul, and this is the only way we can have that..." Before Isabella could finish, he took the razor from her hand and began to awkwardly shave his legs. As he dried himself with the towel, Paul noticed that the feminine lilac smell seemed to linger on his body, and that the sensations of being suddenly hairless were surprisingly alluring. Seeing Paul rise from the tub, Isabella ran forward and hugged his naked body deeply. As she brought her head up to kiss Paul, her hand reached down to fondle his growing erection. Paul's trance was fully on him yet again, and he knew he would do whatever this woman asked of him. They returned to the bedroom, and as Paul noticed that Isabella had laid out a number of outfits across the spacious bed, the whole scenario became very clear to him. A lingering voice in his mind screamed that he should gather up his clothes and get out of this place, but it was silenced as he saw the beautiful Isabella lean forward to reach a black lacy bra from the far end of the bed. He became a mannequin of sorts as she dressed him in various outfits, trying out a dozen "looks" over the course of the next hour. She had fitted him with a short-length auburn wig, and with the effect of the makeup (and the painful process of plucking his eye-brows to be more feminine) Paul began to see an attractive young woman materialize in the mirror in front of him. Dressed in a top, skirt, and stockings much like Isabella's, Paul was almost proud of his transformation as he looked at his new self. Before he could try on another outfit, the sound of a car engine could be heard pulling into the drive. Isabella perked up suddenly, "It's Charles! We haven't even thought of a name yet!" Paul was confused, but before he could speak, Isabella leaned forward, kissed him softly on the cheek, and said, "We'll call you Molly." Charles had poured himself a scotch and was sitting leisurely on the large leather couch when Isabella and Molly came downstairs, looking up at the two lovely young women, he smiled, "I see we have company, you haven't started without me, have you?" Isabella rushed down the remaining stairs and plopped herself into Charles lap, flinging her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. "Of course not baby," she responded, "I never will forget our agreement." Molly awkwardly descended the stairs, unused to the feel of her new clothes and the impossibly high heels, and made her way across the room. A wide smile came across Charles' face, "And who are you, sweet little thing?" Paul blushed, and meekly responded in his best feminine voice, "Molly, sir." Charles stood up from the couch, surveying his new acquisition, "I imagine my wife has explained to you the nature of our little agreement, correct?" Paul nodded, trying to ignore Charles' hands roving over his body. Smiling, Charles continued, "That's excellent Molly, I'm glad you understand." He paced around Paul, slapping him suddenly on the ass, "So you want to fuck my wife, or have her suck your cock? Is that what you want Molly?" Paul nodded again, demurely. Smiling, Charles laughed, "That's excellent Molly, but just so you understand the nature of our agreement, our 'quid pro quo' means that if you want to have my wife suck your dick, you'll have to perform the same service on me." Charles' brusque manner alarmed Paul, the crude words he used, cock and dick, seemed to ring in his ear. Shaken, Paul nodded reluctantly. Charles brightened again, and moved uncomfortably closer to Paul, saying, "Well now Molly, why don't we get to business." Isabella rose from the couch and stood behind her husband, massaging his growing erection through his pants, "You know what to do Molly. I want you to make this as sexy as you can, as sexy as you want me to do for you later on. Can you do that for me Molly girl?" Without another word, Paul reached forward and felt the massive bulge in Charles' trousers, feeling the heat from his engorged penis. Molly's voice somehow came out of Paul's mouth, "I want to suck your penis, Charles." The tall black man laughed, saying, "Now little Molly, the first thing you need to learn is that this is a cock, not a penis. Tell me what you want to do again." Molly tried to mimic Isabella's seductive eyes as she looked up at Charles, "I want to suck your beautiful big cock, I want to swallow every drop of your cum. Please?" Without another word, Charles released his enormous penis from the confines of his pants, and slapped it against Molly's face. Reaching out with her hand, Molly grasped the monstrous cock in front of her, and, for the first time in her life, she put a man's penis in her mouth. She sucked seductively on the tip, flicking her tongue rapidly across the head of that enormous cock. In her mind, she recalled the ministrations of Paul's former girlfriends, the girls from the hundreds of blow-job scenes he had downloaded from the internet. Molly did her best to copy all of these things, moaning as she bobbed up and down on Charles' enormous cock. She licked his cock from the base of his balls along the shaft to the head, all the while gazing longingly into the eyes of the tall black man above her. Molly covered his dick with saliva and then began bobbing up and down on his cock once again, trying to push the monster deeper into her throat. She gagged as his shaft plunged too deeply into her mouth, but Charles' strong hands reached behind her head and held her firmly, roughly shoving his cock all the way into her throat. He moaned in pleasure, "Oh my god baby, that's it, that's how you suck a cock." Strangely, Molly felt a sense of satisfaction in this. Somewhere in Paul's mind a voice called out, "What is happening?!" Charles' pace quickened as he plunged his enormous dick in and out of Molly's throat, and when his legs tensed up, she knew that she would be tasting his cum any moment. Charles moaned loudly, and, shoving his cock deeply into Molly's throat once more, he released pulse after pulse of hot cum into her mouth. Her eyes flashed wih a sudden fear, and she instinctively swallowed the salty fluid in her throat. Charles pulled out of her mouth with an audible pop and fell backwards on the leather couch, exhausted. Molly, using her finger to collect the remaining cum from her face, licked up every last bit of Charles' cum and dutifully opened her mouth for her tall black lover to see. Charles grinned, "You are such a slut, Molly." The voice in Paul's head screamed out, "What the hell is happening to me?" Molly had ceased to listen. "Quid pro quo, Molly, now it's your turn," Isabella said as she helped the still-dazed Molly to her feet. "You just lay back, and let Isabella take care of you sweetie." Molly felt strangely out of body, and she slumped backward on the couch as Isabella ran her hands along her thighs. Isabella pulled up Molly's skirt to her waist, and slowly pulled down the black satin panties covering Molly's hard cock. Isabella laughed suddenly, squealing, "Oh my god Charles, Molly came in her panties when she sucked you off!" Molly burned with embarrassment, knowing that this only proved she was a slut. Sensing her shame, Charles reached over and kissed Molly deeply, probing her mouth with his tongue. Isabella needed no further cue, and began expertly licking and sucking on Molly's already hard clit. Molly moaned into Charles' mouth as they kissed, their tongues dancing back and forth. Isabella pulled off of the cock in front of her, and, licking her finger, she began to probe around the cute little rosebud of Molly's asshole. Sucking again with wild abandonment, she slowly inserted one finger, and then another, into Molly's tight virgin ass-pussy. Molly reeled at the sensations over-taking her as Charles and Isabella worked over her body. Charles groped at her every curve as his tongue darted across hers, and Isabella's expert mouth sucked deeply on Molly's hard little clitty as her fingers fucked Molly's ass-pussy with a steady rhythm. It was more than Molly could stand, and she came roughly against the roof of Isabella's beautiful with a girly yelp. Isabella jumped up and kissed the surprised Molly, trading back the enormous load of cum into Molly's slutty mouth. Molly swallowed it all down, greedily licking her lips. Molly laid back against the couch, panting uncontrollably, unable to speak. Charles rose from the couch and wordlessly positioned Molly on her knees with her head facing over the back of the couch, her pert ass facing outward. He turned to his beautiful wife Isabella, and kissed her deeply. She took a tube of lubricant and began to spread it liberally around and inside Molly's tight pussy as Charles stroked his already hard cock. He slapped Molly's ass with his large hand, "Are you ready to become a real woman, Molly?" She couldn't answer, she only moaned in desperation, she needed to have him inside of her. Charles seemed angered at her silence, "What was that slut, I didn't hear you, do you want me to fuck your ass or not?!" Terrified at losing her chance, Molly screamed out, "Oh god Charles, Fuck me with your beautiful cock. I need to feel it deep in my ass. FUCK ME!!!" Charles unceremoniously shoved his cock into Molly's ass-pussy as she let out a loud girlish squeal. He pushed until his entire dick was deep within Molly's hot and tight passage, and began to slowly grind his hips against her backside. She moaned loudly with the pleasure of the sensation, and screamed out again, "Fuck me Charles!" Taking his cue, Charles began roughly pumping himself in and out of Molly's tight pussy, pounding his hips into her backside as she whimpered and moaned with each thrust. The pleasure that Molly felt from Charles fucking her was unlike anything she had ever known, and she began to slam her hips back against his tall and virile frame as he plowed into her ass. Charles began a pattern of pulling his cock all the way out of Molly's ass, and then shoving it roughly back in. The feeling was too much for Molly, and she soon felt her first womanly orgasm building within her body. Charles relentlessly continued his assault, and Molly screamed, "Oh my god, I'm going to... I'm going to.... CUMMMMM!" On this final scream, she released her cum all over the back of the sofa in a sudden torrent. Her tight pussy involuntarily clamped down on Charles' enormous cock, and he grunted loudly as he dumped shot after shot of semen deeply into Molly. Overcome by her own orgasm, she slumped over the back of the couch as Charles pulled himself from her gaping cunt. Giving her ass a final slap, he said, "You're never going to be the same again slut, all you're going to think about is serving this cock." As she watched the disheveled Molly fall lifeless against the sofa, Isabella giggled, "I swear Molly, it's like you forgot that it was me you were trying to fuck in the first place! Now clean up that mess you've left on my couch, and maybe I'll think about fucking you." Exhausted from her ordeal, Molly obediently began to lick up every drop of her cum from the back of the sofa, knowing that this was her new position in life. Quid Pro Quo Ch. 01 TO BE CONTINUED... Quid Pro Quo Ch. 01 This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. Since I enjoy what I read on here so much, and I like telling stories, I thought I'd try to add something of my own. I'd have liked to have a female climber saving two guys, but I'm not at all confident I could write believably from a woman's perspective - I'm not sure I can write believably from mine :) This is a long first chapter and there's no sex in it. The reason for this is the time it took to create a believable scenario for two girls to be in that situation. It's not that far-fetched. I've seen people walking up Ben Nevis in trainers as I've been walking down it in plastic boots and crampons, and though I've never had to help a walker in trouble, I've know people who have. It's a frequently underestimated hill. Anyway. First attempt. Chapter two about three quarters done and there's shagging in that. Whether or not it makes up for wading through this is another thing, but I hope that someone likes it :) "So you're a climber?" Said Nicola, leaning forward. "That sounds exciting; I'd love to be able to do that but I'm terrified of heights." "Yeah, it's not for everyone." Dave replied. "It can get pretty scary, but half the fun is being scared and knowing you can deal with it." Nicola looked at Dave across the table. his friend Mark was at the bar and she and her best friend Alison were in the early stages of getting to know them. The girls were in Fort William pretty much on a whim. A month previously, at work, Nic had said to her friend "Hey Ali - can you ski?" She couldn't, and during the course of the rest of the day, travel, accommodation and two days instruction with a skiing guide had been booked. Ali shook her head with a rueful grin. Life was rarely dull around her friend; Whatever it was that had prompted Nic's Grandfather to drop everything and emigrate to Australia after the war, rather than settle back into the comfortable life he'd left to go and fight, Nic had inherited and then some. Spending a year working their way around the UK had been Nic's idea too. Mark returned from the bar and the four of them chatted away amiably for the next half hour or so. The girls were in town learning to ski, the boys were there on a climbing trip. As soon as conditions were right, they were going to do a big gully climb. Point five, or Zero maybe. They swapped tales of climbing on the gritstone outcrops in the Peak district with diving on the Great Barrier reef; Welsh mountains days with arid outback treks; Icy north faces with surfing trips to new South Wales. Eventually, the alcohol had its effect and the two girls excused themselves. "Why do girls always go to the loos in pairs?" asked Mark, grinning. "It's to talk about you behind your back." replied Alison cheekily. The girls walked off giggling, and Mark turned to Dave and asked "How long have we been mountaineers exactly?" Dave thought about this. "About ninety minutes. Ever since I stopped looking at Alison's arse and remembered that climbing came in fourth on the FHM poll of sexiest sports. Anyway - We are climbers. We own rockshoes don't we? I don't know about you, but mine are about ready for retirement." "Oh yeah, and the upstairs room at Boulder UK, is exactly the same as Zero fucking gully. Where did you ever get that name from anyway?" "From paying attention to what people are saying, even when they're not saying it to me. What do you want me to say to these two? - That we're a couple of plasterers from Bolton, pebble dashing your mother's extension?" "It would have the advantage of being true - Less detail to invent, and far less to be tripped up on." "True. And on the minus side, duller than dogshit, and unlikely to moisten the gussets of two hot Australian girls, who could have any guy in this room with no more effort than it takes to flutter an eyelash. In any case, where's the harm? We send them home with some happy memories of nights of passion with heroic mountaineers - Got to be better than a shag off a couple of builders yeah?" "You missed your calling - you should have been in politics - Which isn't a compliment by the way." Said Mark with a wry grin. In the Ladies room, the conversation went thus: "So what do you think?" asked Nicola. "Dave's a bit full of himself. He likes you though." Replied Alison. "Just as well really; since you seem to prefer him to Mark, who's more my type. Saves on a catfight I suppose." she added, with a smile. "Which I would win round about now." Grinned Nic' "Shame that precludes getting to know him any better - for a day or two anyway. How about you?" "I'm not going off with two guys I only just met, and I'm far too considerate to bring one of them back for you to get all frustrated listening to. She pouted theatrically. "looks like we're being good girls this evening." "Don't be sad Ali puss," said Nicola, using her father's pet name for her. "There's always tomorrow, or the next day at a pinch. Besides, I have a cunning plan. We can't stay in Fort William and not climb Ben Nevis, and now we have two hunky mountain guides to keep us safe, and we'll be so *very* grateful once we get down..." And that, pretty much, is how Nic and Ali got on the hill. They returned to the boys and artfully dragooned them into escorting them to the summit the following day. At the end of the evening the girls made their goodbyes and arranged the rendezvous for the morning's outing. The girls walked back to their rooms giggling and comparing scenarios for their imminent ravishment. As the boys made their way home there was a certain tension between them: "What the Fuck have you got us into now Dave?" "A walk up a hill followed by some hot, four way sex - Of course, if you like, you can stay behind, in which case it'll be three way sex." "We haven't got the gear to climb a mountain. Even I know about ice axes, crampons - who knows what else? Can you even read a map? because I know I can't." "Mother - How did you get here? - and what did you do with Mark?" Grinned Dave. "Don't worry about it. There used to be an observatory on the summit, and there's a pony track that runs all the way up to it. We won't need a map, and if it gets too icy, then we can turn back. It snows in Bolton too you know and I don't see anyone wearing crampons to the pub. - You worry too much." "I have to. I do it for both of us. Sometimes I wonder why you're even alive." Around about the time Nicola and Alison were making the boys' acquaintance, I was luxuriating in my first flat steps since setting off from the visitor centre an hour and a half previously. The pony track is a boring slog, but compared to the approach from the west via the distillery and the access road from the Alcan plant, it has one huge advantage. It isn't boggy, and even though my pack was unencumbered by rope and chocks and all the other paraphernalia of the climber, I was carrying my home and five days food to make up for it; And since the reason I was climbing alone was that my arthritic hip made it impossible for me to keep up with a fit partner, it wasn't the most pleasant stroll I'd ever taken on the flanks of my beloved Ben; But I was there, and that's all that mattered. I picked a spot for my tent at the far end of the halfway lochan, popped some preemptive painkillers and set up camp. Even though I was on my own, I'd chosen to bring my big tent. I had no idea what the weather might do, and I wanted its huge porch space, just in case I had to cook in a gale, and also because it's nice to have a space to get out of wet gear, that's separate from the sleeping compartment but still out of the wind. If this trip went as planned I'd be here for a few days and I could live with an extra kilo on my back for the comfort. Pitching a tent in snow isn't as bad as you might think. Those mesh laundry bags you use to wash your socks in make pretty good snow anchors, you just fill them with snow and bury them, after threading them with a cord loop to clip your tent to. Once my tent was pitched I threw my sleeping bag and mats into the dry compartment, my rucksack into the porch and crawled in. Working quickly I unrolled my sleeping mats, stretching out on the foam mat and undoing the valve on the thermarest allowing it to self-inflate. Next I dragged my sleeping bag out of its stuff sac, laid it out and quickly stripped off my clothes. Ten seconds later I was inside my bag, on my foam mat, unpacking my stove and pans from my rucksack. Two and a half minutes later I was listening to my favourite sound in the world. The roaring of a petrol stove turning ice water into hot tea. Cooking on snow can be tricky, and for those of you who are wondering how a pan full of water on a hot stove, will stay still on a floor composed only of snow, there are a couple of ways to manage this - one way is to rest the stove on a shovel, but since mine's made of plastic, I use an eight by ten inch piece of 1/2" plywood. More weight to carry, but it does the job. To a hardcore alpinist every unneccesary gram is a mortal sin, but I learned my mountaincraft in the army, where they try to hang as much gear off you as possible, so I probably pack more gear than I should, but my experience is that any idiot can endure discomfort, and in the hills a little luxury goes a long way. The following morning I woke and luxuriated in the knowledge that for once I had time to spare. I'd decided to do Ledge route, an easy, but exposed grade II, that experienced climbers often used as a descent route. Walking it to it was unlikely to take me more than an hour and a half, and I doubted that the route itself would require more than three. If I got to the base of the route by noon, I should still be able to finish in daylight, although I'd be descending in the dark. Maybe I should have been more motivated, after all I'd had enough unpleasant surprises on this hill not to take it for granted, but I was warm and prone and that's a hard obstacle to overcome when everything you know is saying "easy day ahead." In the end it was a full bladder that got me moving. Far below, four people were moving sluggishly. The 10 am start time had been put back to 11:30 as Nicola, Alison, Mark and Dave all prepared for the walk up the pony track. Still slightly hungover, unsure of what to take, the girls ended up putting their ski jackets, a flask of coffee and a sandwich each into Alison's gym bag. As it happened they were better prepared than the boys, who turned up in jeans and hooded sweatshirts. "Looking very casual there boys." Teased Alison when they met at the visitor centre. "It's just a walk up a big hill." returned Dave, a little defensively. "Sky's blue, forecast is good, it should take us about four hours. No need to dress for arctic conditions." Dave's research, the night before, had been to ask a guy in the chip shop, who looked like an outdoor type, how long it would take to "do Ben Nevis" The guy had replied "About four hours, up the path." and that had been that. Dave assumed the time given was for the round trip, and the guy he'd asked, had assumed he wanted the time to the top. Most mountain emergencies start with tiny details like this one. Two hours later they were at the halfway lochan. They were above the snowline now and the wind was colder. They stopped to drink from the flask. The girls shared a sandwich. Dave and Mark had brought four Snickers bars each. They didn't stop long because the wind, although not strong, was cold, and cut through the boys sweatshirts. It should be mentioned at this point that Nic at least was having second thoughts about the two boys they were with. They'd passed people on the way up. All of them were heading downwards and she'd noticed the looks that they were getting. The people they were passing carried backpacks, most of them had ice axes strapped to the backs of them - many of them were using walking poles, and all of them were dressed very differently to the foursome heading upwards. Everybody they passed had been going down, and the only people she'd seen moving upwards were high above them, having obviously started out much earlier. Nic wasn't a mountain girl, but she'd rolled her eyes at people heading out on outback trails badly equipped. She recognised the looks people were giving her now. After an unforgiveably late start, I got moving. I'd left a note in my tent, outlining my route for the day, and my expected time of return. It wasn't going to help me much if I got into difficulties, but it would give the MRT an idea of where to look for my corpse if they hadn't already found it. As I was refilling my bag of water ice for the evening's cooking, I checked the sky out of habit. It was blue and clear, apart from the slug trails left by passing aircraft. That's not always a bad sign, but it does suggest the air is saturated at altitude, which again suggests a warm front moving in. The last Met. report I'd seen had shown a depression just South of Greenland, but I was hoping the high pressure North of Scotland would deflect it. "Looks like we'll find out" I thought, with a mental shrug. Anyway, I was moving by midday and at the base of the route by two. Fit people who know the ground will laugh at this, but I was climbing alone, because I'm neither fit nor mobile these days; but climbing is something I have to do - I'm no fun to be around if I haven't had my climbing fix, and I'd far rather die getting it, than stop getting it. As any addict knows: You do what you have to do... Ledge route can be divided into three sections. There's a snow plod, via the eponymous ledge, to the ridge crest; Then there's a short, but exposed traverse, which includes a move known as the "Difficult step"; After that it's another snow plod up the ridge to the summit of Carn Dearg, a subsidiary peak of the Ben Nevis massif. I'd love to give you an account of a heroic struggle, but there wasn't one. The snow had consolidated well and my crampons bit into it and held firmly. There's always a certain tingling of the scrotum at the thought that a slip, for any reason, is highly likely to kill you, and it's not like I've never slipped, or tripped before, but one thing I've learned about falls, is that even when you're bouncing down a slope, breaking bones along the way, the fall doesn't hurt, and there's no fear. The pain only arrives after you stop moving, and if that happens then you're alive. Once you get a few hundred feet up, you really don't have much to be afraid of... Having said that, I wasn't ready to kiss this life goodbye - Not in that place. Just before the traverse and the difficult step, there's a small snowfield, where I hacked out a bucket seat, put on my down Parka and sat down to stare at the mountain that enfolded me. The word Awesome, has become somewhat undervalued lately, but sitting there and looking across the corrie to Tower ridge and the Northeast buttress, I was filled with a joy that words - my words anyway, can't capture. Alcohol is a pretty bad idea whilst climbing, but I was carrying my hip flask anyway, and I raised it eastwards, took a swallow and remembered faces I'd never see again. On the other side of the hill, the wind had picked up and the boys were suffering. The temperature had dropped with the altitude gain, and their hooded tops weren't windproof. As they continued upwards, a party of climbers heading downwards, passed them on the path. One of them, an older man, in his fifties or sixties, with snow white hair, stopped to speak to them. He was a guide, who'd just taken the other two, a honeymooning couple, up a climb on the far side of the mountain. He was also a member of the Lochaber Mountain Rescue Team, and so whereas everyone else who'd passed them had said nothing, he pointed out to them that they were completely inadequately dressed and equipped for Ben Nevis in winter and suggested they turn around immediately. "You've never done this before have you?" Said Nicola, sharply, when the other party were out of earshot. "Jesus. I bet I've been up more mountains than you have! What the fuck are you playing at, bringing us up here?" Dave started to reply, but Mark cut him off: "We wanted to impress you - It wasn't my idea but I played along - It was just pub talk, but then it kind of snowballed.... Sorry." He looked down at the ground between them. "Anyway, the old guy's right. we should knock this on the head." "You go down." said Alison sharply. "I want to carry on a bit longer." She added. "We can talk about this in the pub later." [with no intention of doing so]. And so the boys turned around and followed the three climbers down. As the girls continued up the path, Nicola asked Alison, why she'd wanted to continue, when going down was obviously the wise choice. "Well our jackets are warmer than theirs, I mean I'm not cold, and we're nearly at the end of this bit - it looks like it levels off a bit further up. You never know, we might get to the top - but mostly it's because I don't want to walk back down with those two." replied Alison, with a grimace. And that was how the girls ended up alone on the hill. Because they were walking up on the south side, they couldn't see the cloud rolling in from the North. The day was still bright, and the sky above them was still fairly clear, although it was filling steadily with high altitude clouds - not thick enough to block the sun, but a harbinger of a change in the weather, for the worse. To them it must have looked like a pretty good day. The sun was bright, the air was clear and the view, spectacular. Twenty minutes later, they were in sight of the end of the zigzags and the summit plateau. Twenty minutes after that, they were at the first of the line of cairns that lead up to the summit shelter. These things are big, and there's one every hundred feet, and the reason for that is that the summit plateau of Ben Nevis, is nowhere to be blundering around in poor visibility. There are cliffs to the North, and to the South, and when the clag comes in, it's very easy to lose yourself. The only real landmarks are the summit cairn and shelter, and the line of cairns leading off the plateau. Can you see where this is going? I was just setting off on the traverse to the Difficult step when the clag rolled in. Tendrils of mist drifted past, and I looked up to see the Northwest Buttress and Tower ridge fading from view. In less than a minute, visibility was down to twenty metres. In two minutes it was less than ten, and I estimated maybe 45 minutes of daylight left. No biggie. The traverse went easily enough, but my traitorous joints were complaining as I carried on up the ridge, stopping briefly to attach my headtorch just before the light faded. Being in the mist at night can be disorienting. Every direction looks the same in the bubble of light that you inhabit. Still, the only way I had to go was uphill. Once I ran out of upwards, then it was time to navigate. I carried on walking. On the summit plateau, Nic and Ali were finally able to look to the North, and they didn't miss the approaching cloud. The wind was stronger here, with nothing to divert it, and they had to raise their voices to be heard. They couldn't see anyone else. Everyone they'd met in the last four hours had been heading down. Now they were on their own. The significance of the approaching cloud wasn't lost on either of the girls. They'd been counting on a clear night and the moon to get them back down the pony track, so they turned around and followed the line of cairns, and kept following it as the visibility dropped to the point that the cairns were only visible when you were practically on top of them. The wind had been picking up, and on the plateau, with nothing to hinder its progress, it was making its presence felt. There were footprints in the snow, which helped, but both girls were suppressing a feeling of worry. All they had to do was find the path....... Quid Pro Quo Ch. 01 The problem is that the path isn't too easy to find going back down - especially in bad light and low cloud. They passed the last of the marker cairns and carried on going. The light was fading fast now and they knew they were off track - they were walking through virgin snow. They tried to retrace their steps, heading downwards all the time. Before the light faded completely they saw a line of tracks heading down and so they followed them... And that's how they got into Red Burn. Red Burn is like a funnel almost. Coming down off the Ben, the topography, just naturally steers you into it. It's a more or less direct line from the summit plateau, to the pony track before the start of the zigzags, maybe a thousand or so feet below. Being in it is like being in a timewarp - It just goes on and on and on, without respite. Luckily for the girls the snow was soft and, for the most part, knee deep, and they could make progress, but it was slow and laborious, and slips were frequent. Fortunately the snow that made walking so laborious also cushioned their landings. Still it wasn't long before they were tired, cold, wet, and very aware of the serious situation they were now in.... "Bloody hell Nic. I really don't like this." Said Alison with a tremor in her voice that was audible even as she shouted over the wind. "There's nobody else up here and we haven't got a clue where we are - This is fucking serious.... I wasn't going to go looking for those two again, but when we get down I swear I'm going to knot their fucking scrotums together and hang them over a branch!" "No worries Sheila - She'll be right!" returned Nic, with shaky bravado. "Don't go Ocker on me mate - that's scarier than this..." Nicola emitted a snorting, gurgling noise. In a warm pub it would have been a laugh, but both girls were shivering now, and that plus the tension engendered by fear transformed it into something completely different. The noise reminded Nic of squeezing the dregs out of a ketchup bottle, which set her off again. Alison stared at her friend. "You sound like a pig shagging a donkey!" And both girls erupted. They clung to each other laughing, until, gasping for breath, Ali said "Come on then mate. The ground's down there somewhere" and downward they continued. The girls had no idea of the extent to which they'd beaten the odds, but the one thing you can be certain of where luck is concerned, is that sooner or later, it runs out. As Alison and Nicola felt their way downward, the darkness was almost total. Nic was leading, and Alison was directly behind her, following the faint outline of her friend a couple of metres ahead. She heard a squeal and then Nic was nowhere to be seen. A second later, a cry of pain, and Alison made out the shape of her friend, stretched out prone on the slope below. "Watch it mate" Gasped Nic. "Snow's soft, and there's rocks under it - be careful". Alison inched forward until she was next to her friend. Nic had slid ten or so feet down the slope, and was lying face down, breathing heavily and interspersing groans of pain with "Fuck, fuck fuuuuuck....." Eventually she turned herself round, feet downhill, and levered herself into a sitting position. "Jesus Nic - What's it feel like?" Alison couldn't hide the anxiety in her voice. "Can you stand on it you think?" "Maybe - give me a minute - My foot went through the snow - It's hollow. - I twisted my ankle - Aaaahh. shitshitshit shiiiittt!!!" "We've got to keep moving Nic! - We can't stay here!" "Fuck - I know that, here, give me a hand..." Nic reached up and took Ali's proffered hand. She pulled herself upright in fits and starts, but when she tentatively weighted her injured ankle, she immediately sank back down with a cry. "Fuck!! Shit! Oh shit - I'm sorry Ali, it's not going to work. Oh fuck! What are we going to do?" "Can you slide down on your bum?" "Better than walking on my hands." Grimaced Nic. It was slow, and keeping her injured leg raised was tiring, so they made frequent stops, but very slowly they progressed downwards. After an unguessable interval, they passed a boulder, the size of a car, and rested in its lee, glad to be out of the icy wind for a few moments. Alison took the flask and their remaining sandwich out of her bag and they ate, and finished the lukewarm coffee, shivering. "What's that? - Up there, I think I saw a star!" "Oh god, I hope so. Please please please" Begged Nic. "How are you holding up anyway?" "Fucking freezing. Tired. Still thirsty - I'm going to start eating snow in a minute." "Yeah - Me too, at least I've got this leg to take my mind off it." "we're going to be alright aren't we?" "We're going to be fine - all we have to do is keep moving - We've been to all night parties - this isn't that different." "What the fuck kind of parties do you go to without me? Never invite me to one!" "You ready?" "Just about." And on they went... From the top of the route, I set off South, along the crest of Carn Dearg. Eventually the ground angled downwards and I noticed the mist thinning. I struck off diagonally, past the head of Red burn. For a moment I thought about following the tracks down it, but it's murder on healthy knees - my creaky joints wouldn't stand a chance. I carried on across the slope, angling downwards and eastwards and as the slope aspect started to change, I reversed my direction, still heading down at a shallow angle. I knew at some point I'd cut the path, and then it was just a walk back to the tent. The cloud had pretty much cleared by now and the stars shone brightly through the tattered shreds. After nearly eight hours on my feet, my hip and knees were starting to complain, so I stopped to swallow some painkillers. The juice in my flask was lukewarm, but the little warmth it contained was still welcome in the cold wind. I'd brought two half litre flasks with me, instead of the one flask and waterbottle that I usually carried, and I hadn't opened the second yet. Obviously I hadn't been drinking enough, but I made a mental note to leave one behind the next day.... The pills didn't take long to start working, and with the wind blowing, my hood up, and the world reduced to the beam of my headtorch, I was soon lost in the labyrinth of my mind. Old conversations replayed themselves on an endless loop: "Mummy still loves you Dad....." "No she doesn't Son - Ask her...." "I was stupid to find someone else so soon after leaving...." "I DONT CARE!" "When we're all living together again..." "Mummy and I aren't going to be living together again son..." I couldn't stop myself. My mind picked at those moments like scabs. If I'd said something else, taken a deep breath - or even just walked away..... Sometimes my mind would rewrite the conversations we'd had. Instead of shutting Susan out, I pictured myself reaching across the table and gently telling her that we couldn't turn back the clock and we should leave the breakup where it belonged, in the past. I hadn't though, and nothing I did now could change the fact that I'd lashed out when I should have reached out. I don't think you ever stop loving a person, but that doesn't mean you should be with them. Love doesn't fix everything - It just makes you hang on until you're guaranteed to be smashed to pieces when one of you does let go..... I shook my head. I only seemed to catch myself in these thoughts when I was already deeply absorbed. I missed Susan, but what was really gnawing at my guts like I'd swallowed a rat, was the children. Susan had wiped them from out of my life. Sometimes I'd find myself admiring her ruthlessness, which as an ex-soldier I could appreciate. Mostly I just missed them. The only thing I'd ever been able to liken it to was the grief I'd feel if they'd died yesterday, but unlike death, time never dulled the pain - every day I grieved like it was only yesterday that I'd lost them..... Some people look to God to deal with that kind of loss - I gave up my faith a long time ago, but mountains, for me, have always been full of magic. Even lying on the side of one of them with broken bones and an uncertain future, I could never feel bad, or unhappy on a mountain - certainly if I was going to die, I wanted it to be in a place like this. But climbing solo reminds me how much I still love life. Sometimes you have to get close to Death, to be reminded that you're not ready to make that journey. But one day it will have to be made, and when I leave, I want to leave from here. I was all alone on the hill. Down below, house lights shone in Glen Nevis, but on the flanks of the Ben, there were no bobbing headtorch lights, to mark the presence of a kindred spirit. Years ago, training in Norway, a guy I was skiing with had begun to sing, I'd joined in, and ever since, that hymn has been my mountain song. Thinking of absent friends, I began: "And did those feet, in ancient times, Walk upon England's mountains green. And was the holy lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen......" Nic was just about running on empty and Alison wasn't far behind. Neither of them had had a big breakfast, they'd had a sandwich each since then, and the wind and the cold was eating at their energy reserves as their bodies tried to maintain core temperature. From crawling down the slope on her bum, Nic had got wet through and there was the constant stress of picking their way down a steep slope with only the moon and starlight to guide them. They were huddled in the lee of another boulder, shivering and desperately hoping for the gully to end in flat ground. "Maybe we should wait here." Said Ali. "How do we know there isn't a waterfall down there somewhere? we should have brought a torch..." Nic didn't say anything - lost in a world of cold, even the pain of her ankle had dulled - until she'd tried standing on it. She was more weary than she'd ever been in her life. She'd never even suspected a person could feel this drained. She hugged her knees and tried to think, but her thoughts slipped away from her - driven out by the cold that was pouring into her body from every point. She was already hypothermic; Soon she'd stop shivering as her body depleted its energy; Then she'd feel a sensation of heat; Then she'd slip into unconsciousness, and her breathing and pulse would become irregular, and eventually stop. Alison wasn't sure at first if she'd seen something, but as she stared desperately into the darkness, a patch of snow below them gave off a faint glow. As it got brighter, she realised it was being lit by a torch. Someone was down there and getting closer! She thought she could make out a voice, but very faintly. It faded in and out. Was that singing? She turned to Nic and shook her. "Come on! There's someone down there - Lets go!" Nic didn't move. Alison shook her again. "Nic! We've got to move. Weve got to catch them - come on!!" "Ssssssomeone ccccoming?" mumbled Nic - "OKKKK - moving" but she didn't. Down below, the light could be seen now, bobbing with the steps of its owner. Alison made her mind up. "Wait here ok? - I'm going to catch them. Don't move ok?" "...'K - Ssstay here - wwwwait for you..." "I'll be back in a minute - just wait - stay where you are." And she was gone, stepping down the slope as fast as she dared. The light was a few hundred feet below her and off to her left, moving rightwards. "Hey!!!" she shouted, but the light never wavered from its bobbing fixation on the path in front of the walker. "Hey!! HEY YOU!!" The wind snatched her words away. As the light approached a point directly below her, she picked up a handful of snow, compressed it into a ball and threw it - no response. she tried again, and again. "HEEEEYYYY!!" "HEEELLLP!!" As she lunged down the slope she lost her footing and fell headlong into the soft snow..... "In days of old there lived a maid, A mistress, truly, of her trade. Of high repute, a prostitute, The Harlot of Jerusalem!" Singing lustily, I rounded a bend in the track, and saw the white outline of the sign that marks Red burn. My tent was about half an hour away. I wondered if I'd be bothered to make a brew before sleeping - Probably not, I still had half a litre of juice... I stopped dead as I saw snow, rolling and bouncing in chunks down the slope and across the track. "Avalanche!" went through my mind for a microsecond, but the slide stopped before it even started. I looked up the slope, and something flashed across the beam of my headtorch, heading for me. It smacked into the ground six feet away - a snowball? I looked up again. I reached up and pulled down the diffuser lens from my headtorch and switched the beam to high power. I could make out a figure above me, but where was its torch? That didn't look right? I pulled down my hood..... Ali didn't slide far, but she sent a load of snow sliding and tumbling down the slope. As she got to her feet she saw the light had stopped moving along the track, and was turning in her direction, she made another snowball and threw it. "Hey!! Over here!!" As the light moved again. Towards her this time, her legs gave way and she sank into the snow. Suddenly she was more tired than she could ever remember being in her life. A man's voice came from below. "Are you OK?" "Not really." The banality seemed to flick a switch inside her and she was laughing again, like she had with Nic hours earlier. By the time the man reached her she was sobbing and laughing in equal measure. There was definitely someone up there, without a light, and they were shouting something. I shouted back. Something completely inane, like "Are you alright?" Of course they weren't fucking alright. One person alone - The lack of a light was bothering me. I always carried a spare, ever since a lump of ice had bounced off my helmet once, taking my headlamp with it - So I was thinking of head injuries. Was there an injured partner up there somewhere? My first aid certificate was about three years out of date by now. Also I wasn't in the best state to be doing a rescue. If any roped climbing needed doing, I wasn't equipped. But what was he/she doing on this side of the hill if there'd been a climbing fall? As I drew nearer, I could see she was female, and not dressed for climbing - or for being on the hill at all. Thin jacket, no waterproofs; no ice axe; and no crampons. - She looked like she'd dressed for a walk around Box Hill. "What an idiot" I thought. But idiot or not, she was on the hill, and I was here. Acrimony could wait. I knelt down, and put my hands on her shoulders. She looked up into the beam of my torch, and then away. Without even thinking, I recited the lines like it was an exercise on a first aid course. "My name's Phil. I'm here to help. What happened?" She told me. There were two of them. The other was injured some way above. It sounded like a broken/sprained ankle. This one was called Alison and she was exhausted and looked like she was in the early stages of hypothermia. What to do? I looked around. The gully was full of snow with no large rocks or boulders in sight, so I scooped out a hollow in the snow and dropped my pack into it. I didn't want it sliding away, and I couldn't ask Alison to hold it. I fished my down parka out of it and quickly put it on. I'm not great at deciphering non-verbal signals, but I had an idea what the look on her face was saying. After all she was literally dying of cold and I was putting on a warm jacket. "I'm warming it up for you - You probably don't have enough body heat to loft the down." Then, with the adze of my axe I dug out a generous bucket seat. After a minute or two, the down had lofted and I was starting to overheat, so I put the jacket on Alison before finishing. "OK this is the plan". I took out a stuff sack from my pack and from out of it pulled out a silvery lump, that unrolled until it was the size and shape of a sleeping bag - which is what it was. "You get into this and wait here - Don't move. Give me the jacket back now, your friend will probably need it. I'll be back as soon as I can." Before I left her, I gave her my spare headtorch, and decanted half of the juice from my unused flask. I left her with that and my bag of gorp, [nuts, chocolate and dried fruit] and the instruction to eat, but carefully. As I carried on upwards looking for Nicola, her friend, I did my usual thing - Second guessing myself. Alison would be fine if she stayed where she was, but if she rolled out of the bucket seat I'd dug, for any reason, then, in that bag, she'd slide a long way - probably across the pony track and down red burn - she'd be smashed to pieces. But I didn't want to take her up here and use up energy she didn't have, and I didn't want to try moving her down to the track, because I had no idea how much time her friend had left. Alison had described symptoms consistent with the later stages of hypothermia - slurred speech and lethargy. I wanted to get to her fast. Anyway, it was done now. she would either be there when I got back, or she wouldn't. As it happened Nicola wasn't far away, and she was still conscious. I put my parka back on as soon as I saw her, then continued up to put her in it. "Hi Nicola? I'm Phil - What happened to you?" Nic was paralysed with cold. She could see the light down below, she heard faint shouts. A second light appeared. One of the lights started moving upwards towards her. It stopped for a minute and then carried on. Through all of this she was unable to think; To move; To speak. She hugged her knees shivering uncontrollably, barely aware of where she was or how she'd got there. A man was kneeling in front of her. He took his Jacket off and draped it around her shoulders. Taking her arms and pushing them into the sleeves, zipping it up, pulling the hood over her head. He was speaking to her, but she couldn't seem to hold the words in her head long enough to understand them. Then he was covering her with something. pulling her forwards and sliding something under her bottom. Now they were inside a kind of tent - Was she dreaming? He was holding a flask to her lips and she gasped as hot liquid filled her mouth and spread fleeting warmth through her body. He took the flask away for a moment and rummaged in his pack, still talking. Shouldn't she be able to understand him? What had happened to her? When I got to her she was still shivering violently, which was good, but she was almost catatonic, which wasn't. I had to put my parka on her, taking her arms and pushing them into the sleeves, pulling the hood up and zipping her into it as if she was my daughter, Emma. Even at a time like this there was something to remind me of her. Well this girl was someone's daughter too, and the rat that chewed away at my insides, would chew away at her mother's if I didn't do what needed doing. I slapped the memory aside. "Focus!" I thought. Anyway, at least I was equipped. I've had enough unplanned nights on the hill not to carry bivouac gear. A Blizzard bag, currently keeping Alison from freezing to death, and a two-person group shelter, or bothy bag. It's basically an oblong nylon bag with no floor, just a flap at each end to sit on. I worked one of the sit flaps under Nicola's bottom, squatting in front of her, and then pulled the other end over my head and sat back. We were out of the wind. I gave Nicola a drink from my flask and watched her. One of the symptoms of exhaustion is an inability to keep food down. Just when you most need to take on fuel, your body makes you throw it back up. So I watched, and when it seemed she wasn't going to be sick, I leaned forward and put the flask to her mouth again. It contained an energy drink, not because I wanted to take an energy drink on the hill with me, but because that's the nearest thing I could get to powdered fruit juice. Still, it was the best thing Nicola could be swallowing about now, and the bitching I'd done about the cost of it, against a bottle of blackurrant squash seemed very stupid now. I wanted to cut down on weight - Serendipity. Isn't it wonderful? Quid Pro Quo Ch. 01 As a soldier I'd never been great at plans. But then it had always seemed to me that whatever you planned to do, was the one thing guaranteed not to happen, so I preferred to work on the fly. Anyway, when I'd got to Alison, my plan was to leave her safe[ish] and unlikely to freeze to death, and then take a look at her friend. Now my plan had expanded a little. If we weren't having a conversation in ten minutes, then I'd leave her here in the bothy bag, get Ali to my tent, and come back here with some food, dry clothes, the blizzard bag, and hot liquid. Ali would be fine and Nic and I would survive an uncomfortable night. The morning could look after itself...... The man was holding the flask to her mouth again and Nic drank eagerly. He wouldn't let her take too much at a time, but the liquid warmed her and suddenly she remembered what it was. Blackcurrant. She was still shivering, and although she felt cold to her core, her skin felt the warmth of the jacket he'd put on her. She could feel some of the tension leaving her body. There was a word she needed - What was it? "Th th th thanks..." as the flask left her lips once more. "Have you hurt your leg Nicola?" A nod. "Which leg is it? Can I look?" Nic tried to raise her right leg, but the Man - did she know his name? - took her lower leg and placed it across his thigh. He pulled off his gloves, which dangled from his wrists on elastic. Nic thought of her two-year old Nephew and giggled - it came out as a strangled snorting sound, but it got a return smile from the man, as he undid her laces and eased the boot, and sock over her foot. Her shivering was becoming less violent and she was starting to get more responsive. As I took her boot off, I think she even laughed. At what, I don't know - but a laugh is good. However daft she was to be here, at least she seemed tough. Her ankle was swollen and bruised, and she flinched when I moved it, but I didn't think it was broken - not that I'd know, I'm no medic, but my plan needed her to walk on it, so I would assume it was a sprain and proceed accordingly until it was obvious it wasn't. My first aid kit is pretty sparse, but by far the most important thing in it is a credit card sized piece of plasic, wrapped around with three metres of duct tape. I pushed her trouser cuff up to her knee and tore off about eighteen inches. Starting on the inside of her leg about six inches above her ankle bone I ran the tape down her leg and under her instep. "This might hurt a bit now Nicola, I'm going to bend your foot a bit. Try to relax. I'll give you something for the pain in a minute, when I've finished." I carefully twisted her ankle outwards and she gasped. Holding it in place, I ran the tape the rest of the way up the outside of her leg. Two more strips running around her leg above her ankle, at right angles to the first, held the support strip in place. It would give her ankle enough rigidity to hobble on - assuming a sprain and not a break, but I was sure a break would have got more of a reaction when I was bending her foot outwards, to take up the slack in the tape. Anyway, as it happened I was right, or lucky, whichever you prefer. After I got her boot back on, she could hold the flask herself. She seemed to be bouncing back pretty quickly, so I decided to give her the painkillers. I wasn't going to if we weren't going to be walking out, but it looked like we were, and I wanted to give them time to start working. "These are codeine - do you know if you're allergic?" "Nnnn no. Nnn Not allergic - Ha ha had them before..." "OK - I'm going to give you three, they'll make you drowsy, but your ankle will keep you awake. In a few minutes we're going to get up and try to walk down to the path. It isn't far and you can lean on me." "OK - G-getting fed up with this place anyway. View's shit." Good bad or indifferent, humour is a good sign. I've seen enough people curl up and give up in tight situations. Soldiers some of them, This girl wasn't giving up. I liked her. I've always said that it takes ten years to make a friend. Ten years or ten very intense minutes. I had a feeling that we could become friends - and I don't have many. Even with two more, I'd still be able to count them on one hand. Another thing I had was a sachet of glucose gel - Formerly known as Hypostop. Used to treat diabetics whose blood sugar gets dangerously low, it's very quickly absorbed. If Nicola had been unable to keep the juice down, I'd have been rubbing it into her gums. If she'd been unconscious I'd have stuck it up her arse - any any absorptive membrane will do. As it was, I just pulled off the tab at the top and handed it to her. She swallowed the gel, finished the juice and we were ready. I took the bothy bag off the way I'd put it on, over my head, and then out from under Nicola. I didn't bother repacking it, I just crammed it into my daysack and dropped the flask in on top of it. My first aid kit went in my pocket. I helped Nicola to her feet and handed her my walking axe, slipping her wrist through the leash and tightening it down. I took my shorter climbing axe and led the way down. Nic kept her hand on my shoulder, but that, the Ice axe, the duct tape and the painkillers, were enough to make the pain bearable and we hobbled down together. Alison was where I'd left her, cold, but not dangerously so. A blizzard bag is a pretty miraculous thing - it's made of mylar film, like a space blanket, but it's layered, and woven through with elastic cord so it hugs the body and traps air - weighs about as much as a T shirt and as warm as a medium weight sleeping bag. Soon it too was crammed into my daysack along with the other flask, and we were moving again. I gave Alison my climbing axe, on the assumption that I was less likely to fall, wearing crampons. We lurched down awkwardly, but without incident until we were on the pony track. Alison fed Nicola some of the dried fruit and chocolate I'd left her with. From there it was about a half hour walk to the tent. Nicola wasn't much slower than me by this point, so we made it in about forty-five minutes. All the way I'd been thinking about how to divide one sleeping bag and one blizzard bag between three people and I thought I'd come up with a plan. like all good plans it required duct tape; Fortunately that was a thing I carried quite a lot of. "OK ladies, this is the drill. You get in to the porch and you strip off all your wet clothing. Sit on the rucksack to do it, then get into the sleeping compartment. Alison you go first. When you get in there, unzip the sleeping bag, sit on a mat and wrap yourself in it. Nicola you go next and when you're inside snuggle up to Alison under the sleeping bag ok?" "We're soaked to the skin - do you want us to strip naked?" "It would be best, but leave your underwear on if you like, I just want to keep as much wet stuff out of the sleeping area as I can. I have spare clothes, you'll be wearing them in a bit - but not with wet underwear." "OK - well We'll be wrapped up when you come in anyway - but don't think I do this every time I meet a new guy!" That got a genuine laugh from me. Soon Alison was sitting on my rucksack in the tent vestibule, stripping off. "Jesus Christ, this is cold! Fuck!" "OK - Now get ready to help Nicola. Nicola, time to take the jacket off." I tossed my down parka in to Alison who was wrapped in my sleeping bag. "Put that on, and give Nic a hand getting in." With me on one side and Alison on the other, Nic was soon sitting on my rucksack stripping. I closed the vestibule door, partly for the wind, but mostly for privacy. "Give me a shout when you're wrapped up." Then it was my turn. My clothes were pretty dry and I'd taken my waterproofs off while waiting, and untied my boots, but I stripped down to my longjohns and joined them in the main compartment. All three of us were shivering. As I've said - any idiot can be uncomfortable. One luxury item I'd brought with me was a pressure lantern. Runs on unleaded fuel, is heavy, but puts out lots of heat, which was the main reason for bringing it. Sometimes it really does pay to be a gadget freak. Once that was lit, I fired up the stove and filled a pan with ice from my water bag. Finally, I reached into my daysack and pulled out my hip flask, took a swallow and passed it to Alison. Alison drank and then Nic, and I can't deny enjoying the glimpses of young, naked female that I was treated to as the sleeping bag opened as the flask was passed. The tent warmed rapidly, and I took a polythene bag from the corner of the tent and passed it to Alison. "This is dry clothing. There's a spare set of thermals and a spare shirt and trousers - oh and socks. You get dressed and I'll mind the stove." I fed chunks of ice into the melting pot, while behind me there were giggles and the rustle of clothing. "As soon as you're decent, can one of you take over here?" I asked. "I need to sort out your bed for the night." Alison took over stove duties - she'd ended up in my spare thermals and very fetching they were too. In different circumstances I'd have found it difficult indeed to keep my eyes and hands off her, but despite the unusual cicumstances, she was still young enough to be my daughter and we were still strangers..... So. How to make a double bed using two sleeping mats, a single sleeping bag, and a down parka? Lay two sleeping mats side by side, face down and join top, bottom and middle with duct tape Turn the mats right side up and lay the opened sleeping bag over them. Use strips of duct tape to secure the edges of the bag to the edges of the mat. Finally zip up the down jacket and push the sleeves inside the body. Fold the hood over the neck and secure with duct tape. slide the bottom of the jacket over the bottom of the opened sleeping bag, join jacket, bag and mats with duct tape. Far from perfect, but the two of them together would keep each other warm. Besides I had one more trick. A nalgene waterbottle, filled with boiling water would go in there with them. It wouldn't be the most comfortable night, but we were going to survive it. Always a plus point..... Hours later, the girls were awake. They were well fed; Nic's ankle had been bandaged and the duct tape saved for tomorrows walk down to the visitor centre. Their new friend was asleep on the other side of the tent. he'd improvised a sleeping mat out of a goretex bivi bag he'd apparently been using as a sleeping bag cover. He'd filled it with everything he could find, including his rucksack and daysack, and now he was sleeping on it in the blizzard bag after downing a handful of painkillers and washing them down with a swallow from the hipflask. "Arthritis girls - don't get old." From time to time the bag would crackle as he moved. Occasionally he'd groan as if in pain. In the vestibule the pressure lamp still burned. Maybe it was the light, maybe it was the wind outside the tent and the knowledge they were still high on the mountain, but neither girl could do more than doze fitfully. Nic and Ali whispered to each other about the close escape they'd had. Nic found herself reliving the fall, the paralysing cold and the fear she hadn't allowed herself to feel. Suddenly, she was sobbing softly into her friends shoulder. Ali held her and stroked her hair. "Shh - it's ok now - we're safe" she whispered. Before turning in for the night they'd filled the flasks and left them within reach and as Ali was reaching for one, a small red notebook caught her eye. She drank from the flask, passed it to Nic and then on a whim, opened the book and started to read. "What are you reading?" Whispered Nic "Nothing" She whispered back. "Is that his diary? You can't read his diary Ali. It's personal!" "Shhhh... Go to sleep." "Why are you reading it? That's not like you." "I'm curious - aren't you? We were all set to die up there and some bloke just wanders along - Don't you want to know something about him?" But she put the book down... Some time later.... "Hey Ali....?" "What?" "Were you scared?" "I don't know. Yes, I think." A short pause: "I mean I must have been scared, because we were lost on a mountain in the dark, and we were getting wet and cold... I knew how bad all that is, but I never really thought about it until I heard his voice asking if we were OK, and I said "Not really". That's when I should have been relieved, but I wasn't. Once I was covered up and safe from the wind, I couldn't stop thinking how lucky we'd been and how things might have gone. I should have felt relieved, but I was shaking like a leaf, and you know the funny thing? I didn't want you to get back and see me crying because you'd been so brave with your leg and everything." "Yeah, it's weird. It's like if a wasp's buzzing around, I'm terrified, but when the cloud rolled over us and we started down the hill, and we realised we'd gone the wrong way. I definitely thought "Oh shit, this is bad." But it's like that part of me just shut itself down. I knew I ought to be freaking out, but all I could think of was the next step. Then when I did my ankle, I thought I was finished, but you told me to slide down on my bum and it worked. and you seemed so in control.... After that I was too cold to be scared - I mean even my bones were cold. When he got to me I didn't have a clue what he was saying, honestly. It was like I'd forgotten what language was. That was scary when I remembered how to speak again...." "You did fine, both of you." A drowsy voice from the other side of the tent. "Apart from being there in the first place - I never asked, but what the bloody hell were you doing up there with nothing? Do you have a suicide pact or something?" "No - nothing like. We met a couple of guys who were pretending to be climbers and we asked them to take us up here." "Yeah - and when they got rumbled by some old guy coming down, we sent them on their way and carried on, so's not to have to talk to them." "And we thought we might get to the top anyway, it didn't look hard, but then the fog rolled in and we got lost." "So really it's the boys' fault." finished Nic. "Mostly, anyway." "Ahh - Boys." Sighed Phil. He paused, and continued, distantly: "I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us." "God yeah!" Sighed Nic. "You're all bastards - Sometimes I think it would be great to be a dyke." "So what makes you think a girl wouldn't lie to get into your pants?" countered Phil. "True, but at least the sex would be worth it." Giggled Ali. "Some boys think foreplay means buying you a drink." "Yeah - and others think that "horny" is a setting you can tune nipples in to" replied Nic. putting her arm around her friends waist and spooning into her. "What do you say Ali? You feel like changing teams for a bit?" "Right now? Nahh - We'll melt the snow from under the tent and all get washed away" Giggled Alison. "Maybe when we get back..." "Well there's a thought to keep me awake nights" Said Phil, reaching for the hip flask. He took a swallow, then another, and passed it across to Nic, who drank and passed it to Ali. "Night Girls. See you in the morning." "G'Night." Nicola closed her eyes and thought of her home in Perth. She pictured the faces of her family; How close she'd come to losing them, and they her. All because of two boys who wanted to impress... But if she was honest, she'd wanted to be impressed, but still - How could they have been so blase, and why didn't they turn round when the boys did? She could feel the alcohol warming her belly and lightening her head. She looked forward to being back in her bed in the cottage. When she got back there she was going to spend a whole day in bed... Beside her Ali held her friend as she drifted off. She listened to Phil's breathing as it slowed and deepened. As for herself, sleep eluded her. She wasn't cold. The hot water bottle, and the lamp in the vestibule, warming the air between the fly and the sleeping compartment made up for the heat loss from the edges of the bag, as did the warmth of Nicola beside her. Phil had insisted they eat lots before turning in, saying that the best aid to a warm nights sleep was a full belly. She'd had more comfortable nights, but she was far from uncomfortable. Still, she couldn't sleep. She reached for the book again. What she was reading wasn't so much a diary as a mountain journal. It had only been written in when the author was in a tent somewhere. It had been started after the breakdown of a relationship, when he'd headed into the hills seeking some kind of healing. Alison felt a guilty, voyeuristic thrill, which faded as she got further in. It didn't seem to take long to reach the end, and she put it down thoughtfully. Suddenly wanting the contact, she turned to Nicola and put her arm across her body, pulling her close. "What's up? whispered Nicola. "Are you OK?" when there was no answer. "Did you read his diary?" "It's not really a diary" whispered Alison softly. Her voice caught, and she hesitated. "It's... Well - It's more of a suicide note." To be continued... Quid Pro Quo Ch. 01 "God, yes. Anytime. Just fuck me now and I'll do whatever you want." Her encouragement was all he needed. The old man increased his rhythm, pounding the Erika with all his might. As if on cue, the two lovers came together until he seemed to pass out on top of her. Staying like that for a long time, Erika fell asleep and woke in the darkness to the manipulations of her new lover as he was once again began feasting on her pussy. The two made love again for hours, until morning came. To be continued... Quid Pro Quo Ch. 02 Almost three months had passed since the incident at the hotel, and Erika’s life had changed overnight. Phil kept his word, and she got the bonus and promotion. Erika and William used part of her bonus to take a Caribbean vacation. It had been wonderful, like a second honeymoon. Treating William to a week in paradise helped her deal with the guilt of the way she’d earned it. And she got a great tan to boot. When they returned, Erika learned that she had also earned a company award and would be honored with others at a company dinner. It was the highest honor in the company and the event was black tie. She and William were looking forward to the dinner with great anticipation. When she saw Howard in the hallways and conference rooms, he would give her only angry stares. She dealt with it by just trying to ignore him. So he was pissed; it served him right for the sexual harassment he had subjected her to for more than a year. Unfortunately, she couldn’t avoid him altogether as they both were assigned to lead a proposal team for the Long Haul Trucking account. That meant they had to go to customer and strategy meetings together. It was difficult to say the least. Howard was pissed, but even more, he was resolved to get the little bitch back. He knew she fucked Phil that night and screwed him out of the promotion he deserved. He didn’t see Phil again for months afterward, and was hurt that the trucking executive would turn his back on him like that. However, a few days before the award dinner, Phil called to clarify a point in the new contract. “Why are you calling me? Don’t you want to talk to your girl?” “Don’t be that way man. You’ve been around ... you know the score. It’s just business.” “I know when I’ve gotten the business.” “I’ll tell you what; I promise to make it up to you.” “Did you fuck that bitch or not?” “Listen, I can’t talk about anything that went on between us, but I want to send you something that might make you feel better.” Begrudgingly, Howard answered the question about the contract and the conversation ended. The next day Howard received an E-mail from an unfamiliar account. He nearly deleted it, because those are the kinds of E-mails that sometimes contain viruses. But something told him he should at least open the E-mail. When he did the message said, “As promised – hope you feel better.” The message had two attachments – photos. Taking a chance, Howard opened the files and was not disappointed. Erika was working in her new office trying to get through all the work that had piled up while she was on vacation. She was about halfway through her E-mail list when someone walked in her office. Looking up, the young blonde saw Howard walking into her office, but surprisingly, he had the biggest smile on his ugly round face. He just stood there for a minute smiling at her, and she noticed he was holding a folded piece of paper in his hand. Howard closed the door to the office and dropped his body into the chair opposite from her. He was still smiling. What in the world could this little troll want now. “Can I help you, Howard?” she asked. “Fuckin A you can. You can tell management the truth about how you got that contract or I will.” He squirmed in the chair, not from discomfort, but because he could hardly contain his excitement. “You must be crazy. I earned that contract fair and square,” she said, confidently flipping her long hair to one side. “So you’ve said, but I’m not buying it.” “I’m not going to listen to this Howard. I think you should leave.” “Sure baby, but first I want to show you something.” He stood, tossed the folded paper onto her desk, and walked out of her office. Erika lifted the paper, unfolded it and looked at two photos printed side-by-side. The air left her body like a punch in the chest. The pictures were of her. In both photos she was naked and lying on a hotel bed. In the first one, a man was holding one of her breasts and she looked as if she was asleep. In the other, a man’s penis was imbedded in her vagina. Both photos were obviously low resolution, probably taken by one of those new phone cameras. Even though the photos were of poor quality, anyone could tell that the naked woman was Erika; certainly William would recognize her. Despite his promise to protect her, Phil had gone back on the deal and given these photos to Howard. The blonde sat at her desk for a long time looking at the photos and wondering what she was going to do. The one person in the world who hated her guts now had evidence that would destroy her job, and more importantly, her marriage. Howard didn’t speak to her again for days. She tried to talk to him in his office on two occasions, but he told her he was late for meetings and didn’t have time. She was on pins and needles, she couldn’t concentrate on anything, and felt like she was going to have a nervous breakdown any minute. The awards dinner was held at a local grand hotel with an elaborate ballroom, great chandeliers and everything. Hundreds of employees and their spouses were on hand. Everyone was superbly dressed including Erika and William. She had purchased a full-length silver dress. It was skin tight and its low cut halter-like top showed off some of her best assets. She thought William looked like a movie star in his tuxedo. He looked good in anything she thought, but he was really beautiful on this evening. They had only been at the reception for a few minutes when Howard approached, introducing himself to Erika’s husband. The young wife felt her heart race as the marketing manager began to talk. He wouldn’t dare destroy this night and her marriage with it. “I haven’t had a chance yet to congratulate you Erika,” Howard said. “You must be very proud of your wife William. Not only is she beautiful, but talented, too.” “Absolutely,” said a beaming William. “All she needed was a chance.” Of course he was proud of his wife. He’d always been proud to have her on his arm and especially tonight. The conversation quickly became awkward after the introduction and they spoke for just a few minutes more before Howard ran off to schmooze with a pair of vice presidents. “My God, he is a troll,” William whispered to his wife. “And that breath is unbelievable. He smells like an ashtray. How gross.” “I told you,” she said. At first Erika felt a weight lifted when she saw Howard walking away without spilling his guts, but after a while she began to worry what he did have up his sleeve. Once the dinner began, it moved quite slowly with introductions and year wrap-up videos. The wait staff took forever to remove dishes and bring the next course. As dinner began, Erika kept one eye out for Howard, but began having so much fun that she eventually forgot about the strange little man. The greatest moment in her life other than her wedding came when her name was announced and she ascended the stage to accept the award for top achievement at Certified. When the evening ceremonies ended, everyone came to congratulate her again. With William by her side, Erika felt surrounded by love and adoration. Then she saw Howard’s face before her. There was some sort of problem with the new proposal. The customer needed to speak to them immediately. “Now?” William asked. “That seems unreasonable, especially on this night.” “You know that dealing with these issues is exactly why your wife was honored tonight,” Howard replied. “It’s OK dear. I have to do this,” Erika said. “I’ll wait for you then.” “It might take a while William. We have to go over a number of issues in the proposal line by line.” “You go home honey; I’ll take a taxi,” Erica said. William was clearly unhappy to be losing his wife for the evening, but agreed it was necessary. He kissed her cheek and she left with Howard. Howard told Erika he had arranged for them to use a room on the second floor. For the second time the two were taking an elevator to a hotel room. Only he knew that this time would be different. The room was as beautiful as the rest of the hotel. It was great to be in a quality hotel making important decisions for the company. She turned to the little man, waiting for him to make the call, but he didn’t make a move toward the phone. Instead, he just stood and smiled at her. Then she noticed a video camera on a tripod in a corner. Oh shit, she thought. This is a set up. Fear ran through her body like water in a hose. “So you’ve figured it out have you, bitch?” “What do you want?” “Are you that stupid, cunt? You had to know I’d get you back for fucking me over.” “Do you think I’m going to sleep with you?” “Actually, you’re going to let to me fuck the shit out of you or your husband will find out about you and Phil. Do you want him to see your pictures?” The young woman was trying desperately to look tough in the face of fear, but this was just too much. Somehow, she hadn’t expected this. Despite everything, she didn’t think this little bastard would try to get her into bed. “That’s blackmail.” “No shit.” “I could turn you in ... report you to the company.” “Somehow, I don’t think you’ll do that. I saw that man of yours. He looks like a no-nonsense type to me. I don’t think he’ll go for his wife fucking old Phil just to get a contract.” Oh God, he was right. This would destroy everything. William would never understand. Everything came easy to him; men always took him seriously. She had to work hard for everything, and even then they just stared at her chest. And now the only option to keep her husband from finding out about her indiscretion was to be used by this bastard. How could she endure such an ordeal? Unfortunately, she couldn’t think of another choice of action. She didn’t see any way she could persuade this little bastard to leave her alone. She’d have to go through with it – it was the only way. “What do you want me to do?” “You can start by getting down on your fucking knees bitch.” Meekly, Erika did as she was instructed. There she was kneeling before him as he had always hoped she would. Damn, this bitch is hot. Perfect hair, beautiful body and now with that tan, holy shit. Her face was made up perfectly as well, right down to the bright red lip gloss. He was going to enjoy this. The other people in the office jokingly referred to her as a Barbie Doll. Well she was going to be his Fuck Me Barbie tonight. Leaving her there, Howard went to the mini-bar and got himself a beer. Drinking from the can, he walked around her once, then twice. Kneeling behind the young woman he reached around and grabbed her breasts. What a disgusting man, she thought. His breath is atrocious and his touch repellant. How could she do this? All Erika could think of was to try and put up with it and make it through to the end. What choice did she have? Howard untied the top of her dress and watched the halter fall down. Again he felt her boobs, but this time it was flesh on flesh. His hands were cold and his touch made her jump. He kneaded the big mounds with his fingers and rolled the nipples between his fingertips. Jesus they were fucking huge. He’d never seen anything like them. The young woman tried to ignore the fingers touching her, but couldn’t help but feel something. Then suddenly the hands were removed and she feared what would happen next. Howard broke the silence. “Do you like to suck cock, you cunt,” he said as he moved in front of the woman. “Did you suck Phil’s cock?” At first she didn’t answer, but Howard was in no hurry and let the room be filled with silence. While he was waiting for a response the marketing manager removed his jacket and placed it on a chair. He pulled off his tie, but never took his eyes off the young woman before him. “Yes,” she finally admitted. “Was he big?” “Yes.” “Bigger than your husband?” “Please don’t ask me about that,” she said looking up at him. “Do whatever you want, and then let me go.” “Let’s get a few things straight. I’ll ask you whatever I want and you’ll answer me. Second, this isn’t ever going to be over, you stupid cunt. Don’t you understand? You belong to me now.” “What do you mean?” “It’s a good thing you’re beautiful, cause you sure are dumb. You got your 15 minutes, and now you’re going to help me get mine. You’ll fuck who I tell you and when.” “You’re going to make me be a whore for you?” “What’s the big deal? You did it to get your promotion, and now you’ll do it for me.” Oh damn, he was right again. She was a whore kneeling in front of a man with her top down and her breasts out. And now she couldn’t do anything to stop him from using her body like his own amusement park. “I think it’s time you started earning my silence.” The fat little man began to unbuckle his belt and lower his pants. As he neatly folded them and placed them on the desk chair, she saw his hairy white legs for the first time. He looked silly in his baggy jockey shorts, but she wasn’t in a laughing mood. There was a huge pee stain on the front panel of the shorts. “You didn’t answer my question. Was Phil larger than your husband?” “Yes.” “Did you like it when Phil fucked you? Did you like the bigger cock?” “Please Howard.” “Just answer the fucking question.” He was taking his shirt off now revealing a ‘wife beater’ type t-shirt. He had more hair on his body than she’d ever seen on a human being. His back alone was hairier than William’s whole body. “Yes dammit, I liked it. Are you happy?” “I’m glad to hear it, because if you like them big, I’m your man.” He’d made that boast before around the office to her and to others, but she’d always thought it was the normal male ego run amuck. Yet, when he removed his shorts, she was shocked to see their contents. She had no idea a man could be that large. It was nearly a foot long and shaped like a banana, fat in the middle with a large hook to the left and a pointed uncircumcised head. Maybe it just looked bigger because it was attached to such a small man and framed by boney legs. “Well, what do you think? Bigger than Phil, huh?” “Jesus. It’s too big. I can’t take that.” Man, Howard never tired of hearing that. These cunts always acted hard to get, but once he got them in bed, the whores couldn’t get enough. “Well, you’re certainly going to try, baby,” he said, waddling up to the kneeling woman. As much as she wanted to, Erika couldn’t pull her eyes away from the monstrous cock which danced as he moved toward her. How could anyone be that big? She was frozen in place, completely intimidated by the size of him. She watched as he brought his hand to the cock and began to pump the loose skin along the rod. She could smell the combination of sweat and urine as he beat it right in front of her. Howard moved closer to Erika’s face and tried to rub the tip against her lips, but she pulled her face back out of reach. He reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair with his other hand. “Kiss it bitch,” he demanded, pulling her head down until the cock head slammed into her cheek. He started lightly slapping the side of her face with the meaty cock. “Come on; lick it.” The cock was pushing against Erika’s lips, against her teeth. Her resistance gave way and she let her mouth open. The pungent-tasting cock head slid into the warmth of her body. “Yeah, that’s right. Suck it good,” she heard Howard say in a deep, strained voice. “Hold still and let me fuck your face.” With a fist still clutching her honey blonde locks, he began thrusting his hips a little bit at a time until he completely filled her mouth. He still had nearly half his cock that had not entered her. The foul tasting penis caused her mouth to water in defense, but this only acted to make it easier for her invader. His cock continued to stretch the boundaries of her mouth, pushing her cheeks this way and that depending on his mood on that particular stroke. He didn’t seem to tire of this activity, keeping a firm face. The plunging of his sizable penis and the amount of saliva required to accommodate it, caused the young woman to slurp noisily. The older man stopped moving his hips and began using his grip to guide Erika’s head down on his cock. The blonde tried to sucked hard sensing his imminent orgasm. Better to get it over with she, thought. Without her noticing it, Howard slowly ceased his pressure on her head and allowed her to take over control. He looked down to see her pretty lips slide along the top of his cock. It had been a very long time, since he’d had a gorgeous babe sucking him off ... and he probably never had one this fantastic. Erika rocked on her knees and had to bring her hands up to his hips to maintain both her balance and keep up the torrid pace of her sucking. Suddenly, she felt the cock being pulled from her mouth, as he stepped backward. Like a baby at the breast, Erika’s head tried to follow the cock as it moved away. Strangely, the young woman felt its loss. At the same time, she noticed a warm dampness between her legs. She was surprised at the thought that she might have begun to enjoy the vulgar activity to which she had just been subjected. Could this man, this disgusting man possibly be making her horny. He too noticed her reluctance to end the blowjob. “Don’t worry, honey. You can have some more later. Right now, I want you to get that dress off and get on the bed.” Erika did as she was told, quickly peeling the silver garment over her head. Because of her deep tan, she didn’t wear any pantyhose. The only thing that stood between Howard’s vengeful cock and her unprotected womanhood was a scant g-string that was intended for her husband. Instead, a feast for the eyes was bestowed on Howard. She turned away from him and slid the tiny panties down her long legs. Unable to wait another minute, he came up behind the young woman. Grabbing her by the hips, the little man threw her onto the bed. Off balance, Erika fell on her back, legs flying into the air. Her entire body bounced to a stop, the g-string hanging from one ankle. “Spread those legs nice and wide for me,” he commanded. “Point those toes at the ceiling.” She didn’t question him, but just did is he said. He watched as the tight blonde pussy opened to reveal its pinkness. The older man reached over and ran his thumb upward along the lips of her vagina. The arousal of Erika’s body was readily evident. She couldn’t bear to watch her own surrender and turned her head to one side. The man pushed one and then another finger into the opening, and then pulled them out. Both digits were covered in her juices. The bitch was loving this. What a fucking slut. Leaning up over the young wife, Howard pushed the two fingers back into her and began to jerk them about with great force. Her body stiffened at the assault, but did nothing to stop him. In fact, she began to push her pelvis back at the fingers. She started to moan in short quiet choppy breaths. He began to flick her clitoris with his thumb, and she became much louder. Now she was rotating her hips to match the stimulation of her clit. Howard guessed the woman was ready for him now. He positioned himself above the waiting pussy and decided to tease her a little. He used his cock as a brush, lightly flicking the opening. She pushed deeper-than-normal noises from the back of her throat that sounded like an animalistic invitation. However, the older man was looking for something more definitive from Erika. He wanted her to ask for it, to beg him. For the first time he thought about the video he was making and thought her asking for cock would look much better on tape. The young wife was lost. She’d been blackmailed by this horrible little man, and he was using her body for his own amusement. But somewhere along the way, she had become wrapped up in the animalistic sex. She hadn’t felt this kind of excitement, since she slept with Phil. She was ashamed of herself for giving in to this bastard, but was still incredibly aroused. Quid Pro Quo Ch. 02 The second installment of my first attempt at a story and my first attempt at writing a sex scene. I hope somebody likes it... * The Following day....... The three of them climbed out of the taxi in front of the cottage. It was one of a terrace of three in the yard of the old Distillery. When they'd finally made it down to the visitor centre, Phil had begged the use of their phone, explaining that one of them had a sprained ankle and none of them was carrying a mobile. "So where are your phones anyway?" asked Phil as they waited. "Unless I've met the only two ladies under fifty that don't own them?" "I left mine on charge." explained Alison. "And I left mine in my bag, because Ali never goes anywhere without hers." Added Nic. Silly really, but we were expecting to be back before dark.... "Well - you are back before dark, quipped Phil. "Just not on the same day you set off. Doesn't matter. You survived your first epic - Now you've got a story to tell..." Inside, the girls sprawled on the couch. Phil dropped his pack and collapsed into an armchair. "Ok said Nic - Phil takes first shower, and Ali and me go second, just in case I need some help. But first, there's beer in the fridge and I think we should drink to our knight in shining armour!" Nobody objected... Later, with the sound of running water coming from upstairs, the girls discussed their guest. On the way down they'd invited him to spend the night at theirs. Insisting that the least they could do was cook him a meal, and only the most wretched ingrate would decline such an offer from two such charming young ladies. Phil had accepted with a grin and a theatrical bow. "So tell me about the diary Ali." - What did you mean, a suicide note, anyway?" "Well, he doesn't actually use the word, but it reads like he's going under and he can't see it. Look, he was with this girl, she had two kids, but the father had buggered off. They were together eight years, the kids called him Dad, He was there for the birth of the youngest. Then she dumped him and moved away. He misses them. I think he misses her too, but he talks about the kids like they died. Anyway, seems like when it gets too much, he heads to the mountains and climbs on his own. I'm serious Nic. He's trying to kill himself. He's playing Russian roulette with gravity!" "You know, if that's true, then you're not the person to help him. Seriously, do you think you can shag him back to life?" "Well - I'm not one to boast.... But that's not what I meant. Look. Up there we were freezing to death and he helped us. I've read his story and he needs help too. All I'm going to do is give him the chance to unburden himself - fill him with booze and get him talking. Just like lancing a boil. And if I send him away with a happy memory or two, where's the harm in that? I feel like Florence Nightingale" "I'm confused - Sympathy fuck? Or are you going to shag him for saving you?" "Neither - I'm going to shag him for the same reason I was going to shag Mark. I'm horny; Climbing is sexy - and I fancy him - You want to know something? I wanted to give him a life-affirming fuck before we even got to the tent last night. Once we were on flat ground and I could believe we weren't going to die, I was ready to throw him to the ground and mount him then and there - And so were you, don't even think about denying it..." "OK then, I won't." Smiled Nic'. "And anyway, there comes a time when every woman has to face up to her deepest, darkest fantasies, and sleep with a guy old enough to be her Dad." "And we're just the girls to do it!" Giggled Ali.... *************** By the time I'd showered the girls had decided that the larder was insufficiently stocked for the meal they had in mind. So after getting showered and changed, Alison prepared to go out for supplies as Nicola wrote out a list. I offered to help, but Nicola declined on Alison's behalf, saying she had a job for me here. It's possible a look passed between them. I have to say I'm pretty poor at spotting girl signals, but I definitely got a sense of something going on beneath the surface. Alison closed the door behind her and Nicola sent me to the fridge for two more beers. Her ankle still hurt her, she'd unwrapped it for the shower and now, sitting opposite I could see the angry, purple skin, the colour of thunderclouds. "Want me to bandage that again?" I asked "Not just yet, but Will you give me a backrub? My shoulders are killing me from going downhill on my hands and my bum yesterday." I grinned. Why pretend I wasn't going to enjoy it? "Do Popes shit in the Vatican? You got any oil?" "Coconut?" "That'll do fine." There was a time, a couple of relationships ago, when I'd actually been rather good at this. If I hadn't forgotten it all, Nicola was in for a treat. I smiled, remembering. Nic smiled back. Half an hour later the oil bottle was standing in a jug full of boiling water and the room heat was turned up full. I laid two towels on the bed and invited Nicola to make herself comfortable. I turned away, which must have amused her, because she asked "How do you want me?" and when I turned, she was standing there naked, her head cocked to one side, watching me, with a knowing grin. I can't really write about the events that followed without saying something at least, to describe Nicola, and having put it off until the last possible moment, I'll pause the story here and try to paint a picture of the naked girl with the amused grin who was standing in front of me. If I had to pick a template for this description, I'd pick "Buxom Wench". She was a curvy girl, with shoulder length, curly, dirty blonde hair that looked like it pretty much did it's own thing. Maybe that's my projection of its owner's personality. Anyway her hair framed a face that wasn't conventionally pretty. No cute button nose or gleaming, even teeth, but her eyes... It wasn't the shape of them that I remember, it was the Look. Her eyes reached out and grabbed me, and as she grinned that knowing, confident grin, everything about her said; "This is me. I like it and I'm not particularly fussed if you don't." As for the rest of her, well she was a big girl. Solidly built. Not fat, plump or particularly overweight, there was just more of her. I guess she was a couple of inches shorter than me, which put her at about 5'6". Wide shoulders tapering to a narrow waist and flaring out sharply to wide hips and muscular legs. If I was going to guess at a dress size then I'd be guessing twelve, possibly fourteen, but there didn't look to be much spare flesh. To put it another, simpler way; she was perfectly proportioned and pretty fucking hot. She also had boobs. I have to confess here that I'm rubbish at guessing a girls cup size. I can measure a girl for a bra if I have to, [different story] but I don't have the knack of looking and saying "D cup", like some people seem to be able to. Nicola's boobs. Firm. Full. Round. About a handful and a half. I imagined them swaying when she moved. Dark, puckered centres, Nipples very much in evidence. Smaller than the tip of my little finger, but bigger than a pencil eraser. Perfect for gently tugging with the teeth..... She had a bush too. A neatly trimmed triangle. She was a natural blonde. And that is Nicola's body, as well as I can describe it... Back to the present. How did I want her? she'd asked. I could answer that question in several ways... "Face down in the middle of the bed, arms by your sides. Stick a pillow under your chest so's your head can hang straight down." "Comfortable?" "Then we'll begin..." I took the oil bottle, uncapped it, and with my finger as a stopper, drizzled the warm oil down her spine, and in zigzags across her back. I spread it over her with broad strokes until her back was covered. Then, with my hands wide, thumbs an inch apart, I ran them from the small of her back to her shoulders, thumbs either side of her spine, and then outwards and down her sides in a great circle. Lightly at first, then after half a dozen strokes, with increasing pressure, and then lightly again. "Mmmmmmm. That's nice...." I moved up the bed, poured a few drops of oil into my hand and rubbed my palms briskly together until the heat built up, then cupped her neck, letting the warmth soak in to her muscles. Nic moaned, and again when I repeated it, and again... I placed my hands on her shoulders and worked her neck muscles with my thumbs, then her shoulders. She sighed as I ran my hands down her arm, opening out the shoulder joint. She groaned as I put her forearm in the small of her back and worked around her shoulder blade. She gave a long, drawn out "Mmmmmmmmmm" as I spread my fingers and walked my hands down her spine..... It wasn't hard to tell when she particularly liked something. The small of her back seemed to be incredibly sensitive, so naturally I spent a long time there. Then probably longer than I needed to on her bum, but I could tell she didn't mind. As I kneaded her glutes, the rhythm of her breathing faltered and her hips moved of their own accord. I oiled up her legs, and as I did so, lightly drew figure eights on the back of her knee. She inhaled sharply. Then I was kneading the muscles of her thigh, then her calf, before running my hands from her ankle to the top of her leg. Her scent was in my nostrils and her breathing was loud and uneven. I smiled. Obviously I hadn't completely forgotten.... I was as gentle as I could be with her injured ankle, but I wanted to work the blood out of the tissue and reduce the swelling. She became very still as I reached for it and I could sense her nervousness, but she soon relaxed. When I finished I planted a soft kiss just above her ankle bone. There's a technique I call Zeno's arrow - I doubt I invented it, but I can honestly say nobody told it to me. You place your hands over the leg, just above the ankle, one hand behind the other, and you run your hands up to the top of the thigh and then back down either side of the leg. But as you get closer to the top of the thigh you reduce the speed and the pressure. Halfway up the leg you're moving half as fast and half as firmly. when half the remaining distance is covered, speed and pressure have halved again, until at the very top of the stroke you're running your fingertips over the sensitive skin at the top of her thigh at a snail's pace, with a touch so light it's virtually imaginary. I'm told it feels pretty good. Nicola certainly seemed to like it. As my fingertips traced around her thigh, at the point it curved into her bum she gasped and flexed her hips. I could feel the heat from her on the back of my hand as it began its journey downwards. I was quite surprised at how turned on I was getting. My libido had been missing for years. I'd barely noticed the loss, but suddenly I was aware that my heart was thudding away in my chest, there was a churning in my belly and my cock was uncomfortably constricted. Well fancy that! When I was fifteen I'd have come in my pants twice already - At what point had I stopped with the lust, that it should feel so unfamiliar now? Anyway, sometimes a backrub is just a backrub, but this wasn't one of those. The next time my hands travelled up Nicola's leg, I lightly brushed her pussy with my fingertips as they rounded the top of her thigh. She gasped and her buttocks tightened. I slapped her right cheek. Not hard enough to hurt, but not lightly either. "Naughty! You have to relax - Now I'm going to have to do that bit again". This time I kneaded the muscles of her arse with more vigour, alternating that with rapidly pinching and releasing handfuls of flesh until the skin was suffused with blood. Her breathing was rapid now, and I grinned at the thought that the cheeks I couldn't see were the ones on her face, and they were probably flushed too. I idly traced figures on the inside of her thigh. "Are you nice and relaxed now? or should I do your front too?" She didn't speak, just turned on to her back, her chest rising and falling, I was right, her cheeks were flushed, as was her throat, right down to the tops of her breasts. I started with her arms and her shoulders. I mean it was obvious where this was going, but there was method in my madness. Orgasm is a release of sexual tension, and to release it, you first need to build it up, which is best done in the absence of muscular tension. Besides, at this point I didn't think she had a millimetre of non-erogenous skin on her body..... Reading back through this, I sound kind of detached. I wasn't. My heart was thumping against my ribs and I had butterflies in my stomach for the first time in a long time. I could smell her musk very clearly now, her nipples were tight and hard and I swear I could see her breasts quivering in time with her heartbeat as her chest rose and fell in ragged gasps. It was an effort to separate myself from the desire to pull her thighs apart and eat her alive, but somehow I managed. As I massaged her breasts, her breathing became deep and irregular and a pleading look crossed her face. I was careful not to touch her nipples, massaging the supporting tissue above and below, pressing my hands against the sides of each breast in turn and sliding them inwards and upwards. Finally leaning forward and exhaling warm air softly across them. Then I told her to breathe slowly and deeply, in through her nose, hold, and out through her mouth. As she did, I made circles on her stomach with the flat of my hand, in time with her breathing, but her breathing didn't stay regular for too long. Soon her breaths became shallow and rapid and my touch became lighter and lighter. I slid my hand downward to her thigh, intending to work on the front of her legs, but I never got there. Suddenly my wrist was in her grasp and my hand was held firmly against her pussy. She felt hot and slick as she ground herself against my fingers. "No more teasing, mountain man. Time to make mummy proud...." What can I say? I was as turned on as she was. I fell to my knees, gripped her thighs, pulled her to the edge of the bed and devoured her like a hungry tiger making the acquaintance of a baby antelope. Her rich, earthy scent was overwhelming my senses as I ground my face into her wet bush. An image flashed fully formed into my mind of dripping moss in a hidden grotto, high in a frozen gully - then it was gone to be replaced by the succulent dish spread open before me. I simply took her with my mouth. There was no finesse, no fluttering butterfly tongue, no teasing. I spread her lips with my thumbs and ran my tongue the length of her slit before fastening my mouth around her clit and sucking, releasing and then sucking again, and again and again in time with my own heartbeat. I took my mouth off her clit to lap greedily along her inner lips and circle her opening with my tongue. Both of us were gasping and grunting now and my face was wet with her honey. While my mouth was ravishing her, my hands slid upwards, across the soft skin of her stomach, to her breasts - I had to touch them. I palmed them, moving my hands in circles. First with pressure, kneading them, padding like a hungry kitten, then lighter, feeling her nipples tickling my palms. with my thumb and first two fingers I plucked at them. Nicola shuddered and groaned. I plucked them harder.... "Jesus Nic, you're fucking delicious". I went back to work, bringing my tongue and teeth into play. Licking around the outside of her inner lips, then sucking each one into my mouth, stroking my teeth gently across them. Nicola's hips started to jerk spasmodically and I had to take my hands from her boobs and grip her thighs to remain in contact. I slid a finger inside her and she gasped. I slid another in, and pumped them slowly in and out. twisting. She was moaning and crying out in earnest now. I turned my palm uppermost and flexed my fingers rapidly, massaging the front wall of her pussy against her pubic bone. Her movements were becoming frantic and she cried out as if she was in pain, as I took her clit into my mouth and sucked hard while circling it with my tongue. Suddenly her hands were on the back of my head and her hips jerked upwards once, twice, three, four times. she went rigid, her thighs clamped round my head as she shuddered and cried out - a low moan that grew in volume and intensity until it was a scream. She fell back and released my head. "Stop..... stop now.....no more..... I took my mouth away and smiled up at her, leaving my fingers inside her, feeling the fluttering of her internal muscles as her body returned to Earth. As her breathing quieted, I tensed the muscles in my arm, making my hand tremble, and she stiffened, her mouth falling open... After a time I slowly withdrew my fingers. "Have you ever heard of the raspberry jelly trick?" I asked. "The what?" I leaned forward, put out my tongue, and blew a raspberry against the top of her pussy, just above the hood of her clit. Her hips spasmed, but I was expecting that and I held on to her thighs, maintaining contact. A wordless cry escaped her lips and I felt her hands gripping my shoulders. I kept going as long as I had breath then pulled back and looked up at her. "That was the raspberry." I grinned "Have you turned to jelly yet?" "Oh Jesus - Just get up here and fuck me will you?" Hearing that never gets old. I stripped off my clothing and knelt between her legs. She looked up at me expectantly. "I hate to spoil the moment, but do we need to talk about condoms?" "In the top drawer to your right" I handed it to her. "You put it on me." Then she lay back and reached down, positioning my cock at her entrance. I looked at her flushed face and below that, her boobs, rising and falling in a ragged rhythm. Her nipples clenched up like fists. My eyes travelled back up to hers. She wriggled urgently against me and speared me with an impatient stare. I smiled down at her. "I want to remember this." Her mouth went slack and her eyes fluttered as I eased slowly into her, feeling the warmth and tightness of her pussy enveloping my cock. She squeezed me secretly and I shuddered as the sensation seemed to spread outwards. As I closed my eyes, Nicola let out a satisfied sigh. "Oooooooohhh. At last." "Have you been waiting long?" I moved my hips in circles, grinding the base of my cock against her clit. "About eleven hours." she panted. "Aaaaahhhh..... Since. About. Ten. Minutes. After..... After I stopped shivering last night." My voice was unsteady as I replied. "I'm flattered." And then we started. Her legs came up and wrapped around my thighs as she hunched her hips up to meet me. I rotated my hips and ground my pubic bone into her clit, then pulled back and thrust firmly forward. She gasped and pulled my mouth down on hers, mashing our lips together, tongues sliding around each other like eels. "God you feel good!" "You have no idea!" she gasped. Conversation stopped, to be replaced by the sound of gasps and moans and appeals to the Almighty - Who would we call on as we fucked, if we'd never invented Gods I wondered. I lowered my head to take her nipple into my mouth. "OOOOHHHH - You, you, you don't have to be too gentle with thoooooose...... "Aaaaahhhh." As my teeth tightened down. I released her nipple and lightly tongued where my teeth had been. "Put your hand on my cock. Feel it sliding in to you." "Oh fuck. Oh yes, yes yessss." "Good girl. Now play with yourself for me." The feeling of her hand working between our bodies was out of this world for me. I love it when a girl plays with herself while I'm fucking her. God knows what it was like for her. She thrashed and whimpered and moaned beneath me as I went back to work on her nipples. Sucking them deep into my mouth and lashing them with my tongue. I had a sudden urge to feel them in my hands. Before I could ask her to get on top though, she preempted me. Quid Pro Quo Ch. 02 "Oh Jesus, yes! Don't stop. Don't stop! Go harder!" Her hand moved frantically between us as I picked up speed. Her breath came in short gasps. Her eyes screwed shut and her head rocked wildly from side to side. Sweat dripped from my forehead on to her face, but she was oblivious. Her whole body tensed, quivering for a moment, and then spasmed once, twice, three times. She fell back into the mattress shuddering as I slowed my thrusts and stopped, deep inside, my hips moving gently against her. How's your ankle? I asked some time later, which caused a fit of giggles "My ankle feels wonderful. How's your hip?" "Hasn't felt this good in years." I chuckled. "You know, I bet Ali's back by now. We should go and check. She'll wonder what's going on up here." I shook my head and grinned. "I very much doubt that." As Nic'limped down the stairs ahead of me, Alison gave her an old fashioned look from the sofa. "What happened to waiting your turn?" "Oh we weren't doing anything." Said Nic innocently. "He was giving me a backrub and it was really good - I feel so relaxed. You should get him to give you one while I cook dinner." "Maybe I will, if he's got any energy left. I feel quite tense for some reason. What about it Mountain man? Can you manage one more, or did all that rubbing tire you out?" Could you keep a straight face through an exchange like that? I couldn't. My grin probably reached the back of my head. I hadn't been in a situation like this for more years than I cared to count. I certainly never expected to be in one again. "Let's find out shall we?" And back to the bedroom I went..... Once inside Alison breathed in deeply through her nose. The air was thick with the smell of coconut oil and sex. She turned to face me and raised her eyebrows questioningly. I shrugged and smiled back at her. "It can be pretty warm work - can't give a massage in a cold room you know." "Yes. It sounded like you were working hard. No wonder Nic looked so relaxed. I suppose we should take our clothes off now?" "We?" "You might as well too. I don't want to be the only one undressed, and besides, you looked awfully flushed coming downstairs. I wouldn't want you to overheat and get your clothes all sweaty." I don't know why, but I turned away as I took my shirt off. "You don't have to look away. I'm not going to." she grinned. I turned around. Alison was smaller than Nic. A couple of inches shorter and slim where Nic was curvy. Her copper hair was cut short, reaching about halfway down her face. Her high cheekbones and pointed chin gave her a cheeky sort of look, which she knew how to make the most of. As she slipped her bra off, uncovering firm, youthful breasts that were almost perfectly round and impossibly delicious, I couldn't stop myself. "Your breasts are like twin fawns of a Roe deer, that grazeth among the lilies." "Wow!" She sounded surprised. "No-one's ever compared them to Bambi before. Who said that anyway?" "King Solomon, I believe. It's from the Old Testament. Song of Songs." I grinned. "They don't write porn like that any more." She bit her bottom lip and lowered her head, in a finely executed display of faux bashfulness. "Will you help me off with these?" She sat on the bed, lay back and lifted her bum as I eased her trousers down over her hips, pulling them off and dropping them at the end of the bed. She slid her thumbs under the waistband of her knickers. "Shall I take these off?" She breathed "No. I don't think so." She frowned at me. "I think you should let me do it." "Mmmmm yes. Better idea" There's something intensely sexy about removing that last item. Alison lay back on the bed, her legs hanging over the side. I placed my hands on her legs, just above the knee and slid them up her thighs and over her hips, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her powder blue briefs and slowly peeling them down as she lifted her bum to help. As I slid them over her ankles I looked up at her neatly trimmed bush. A tuft of copper hair above her smooth slit, from which her inner lips protruded. "I'm going to taste her soon..." The thought swam into my head as I stood, and arranged her as Nicola had been a short time before. Face down and a pillow under her chest. I began as always, spreading warm oil over her back and then working downwards from her neck and shoulders. She didn't say much but her contented murmurs and her breathing let me know she was feeling it. She gasped as my hands slid down her sides. "Ticklish?" I asked. "No, it's nice." "So I should do more of it?" Sliding my fingertips back upwards from her hips. "Definitely." With a sigh and a shiver. As my fingertips danced up and down her sides, the murmurs and the sighs continued. Her growing arousal fed mine and I found my hands wandering there unprompted, as I worked her back. I soon found her most sensitive spot was just above her hips and I loved the little gasps she'd give when my fingertips brushed over her skin there. I've always been amazed and a little jealous of the way that women's skin seems to turn into one huge erogenous zone once they start to get aroused. Alison at a guess, had been aroused for a while now. "Oooohhh, that's lovely." as my hands travelled up the back of her thigh and down the sides I breathed in deeply. "So I see." She giggled, "I see you see." My appreciation was obvious. But then so was hers, just not quite as blatantly so. I shrugged. "Don't pay any attention to that, it's a recognised medical condition. Been doing that for years off and on - I've no idea why." She gave a low, throaty laugh. "It's not exactly a rare condition. Shame there doesn't seem to be a cure. Well, not a permanent one anyway." She added. I knelt across the backs of her thighs. "I'm told it goes away of its own accord when you get older." Another giggle. "My Grandma says that's bullshit." I oiled my hands and rubbed them rapidly together, storing up heat, then placed them firmly on the small of her back. "Aaaaaahhhh. God that's good!" "I'm glad you like it" "I want more." And more is what she got. I rubbed my hands, feeling the heat build up, increased the pressure until they were hot to the touch, and brought them down to her back again, letting the heat soak into her muscles. After a few minutes of this, I leaned forwards and ran my hands up her back, alongside her spine, up to her neck, outwards along her shoulders and back down her sides. As my hands stroked past her waist I felt her buttocks and thighs tense up and relax. She shivered. "Nice?" "Veeeeery nice." she groaned. This time I started at her bum, moulding my hands to her, circling my palms before starting upward again. As I did so she moaned wordlessly and I became aware her breathing had changed, becoming shallow and ragged. As I stroked her sides her breathing caught and she gasped. On the next pass, as my hands were halfway up her back, I leaned forward and laid my chest on the base of her back. She gave a moan as I slid forward, moulding my body to hers. I covered her body with mine, taking most of my weight on my elbows and kneaded her shoulders as my cock pulsed against the top of her thigh. "Mmmmmmmmm. You're good at this." "Thank you." I smiled and planted a soft kiss on the nape of her neck. "Hey, umm," Alison paused. "Apart from today, when was the last time you had unprotected sex?" I was going to remark that that was a strange question to ask, but really it wasn't. "About three years I suppose. Give or take six months or so." "when was the last time you had any kind of sex?" "Three years, give or take." "And how many partners have you had in the last five years, say?" "Counting today?" "No." "One." "Hmmmmm. So if a girl was on the pill, then a condom might not strictly speaking, be needed?" "Not with me, no. I have a clean bill of health, a vasectomy and a pretty sad lack of recent sexual history." "Well, one of those might be about to change." One of the great things about getting older is that for the most part, the urgency isn't there when it comes to sex. It had been obvious from the start where this was going, and since I've stopped taking it for granted that situations like this will continue to present themselves, I was keen to prolong every aspect of it. Still, as I slid back up her body, and she rotated her hips against me as I massaged her shoulders, it was obvious that we'd changed gear. We'd stopped pretending this was anything other than foreplay. I don't know if she moved down the bed or I moved up, but at the top of one stroke, my cock nestled between her buttocks. She gave a wriggle and suddenly I felt her hot, liquid core flowing over me, drawing me into her. We both froze for a dozen heartbeats before the breath left her body in a long sigh. As I pushed forward another wordless groan left her lips. "Finally!" I chuckled. "I thought you liked foreplay. Should I just buy you a drink next time?" She gave a laugh which stopped my breathing. "Jesus! You have no idea how it feels when you do that." Her legs were together and my knees were outside hers. She felt unbelievably tight like this, but I wasn't going particularly deep. Soon we both wanted more, I pulled out of her and stood up. "I want to taste you." "Ok." She breathed, turning over. Her chest was heaving as she looked at me, her expression was indecipherable as I lay down between her legs and lowered my head to her. I breathed in her rich musk and softly blew warm air over her pussy. Leaning in close to brush her lips with mine, I moved my head from side to side, my tongue flickering over her like a snake's. "Ohhhhhhh - No more teasing. Please." Her hips sought my mouth seemingly of their own free will. I pulled back and gently blew on her clit. "Not even a little bit?" "NO!" I ran my tongue up one side of her pussy and down the other, stroking her thighs as I did so. As I sucked on her clit I brought my hand to her, slipping a fingertip inside and making rapid circles. Her hips jerked as I alternated between sucking hard on her clit and lightly flicking it with my tongue. "Uuunnhh. Oh God. Yes!" as I slid two fingers into her. My mouth sending pulses through her body. I alternated thrusting and twisting my fingers inside her, with making "come hither" motions, flexing my fingers against her G spot. Her breathing changed, gradually becoming shallower and more rapid. Her murmurs of encouragement turned to moans and whimpers, and then cries. Her body twisted and writhed and her hips jerked upward to meet my mouth. I took her clit between my teeth and her cries became a scream. Suddenly her hands were on the back of my head as her body went rigid. I sucked hard on her clit and held it in my mouth as she thrashed and spasmed against me. Her orgasm seemed to hit her in waves and her pussy clamped down on my fingers as each wave took her. Finally she lay still, panting breathlessly. I left my fingers inside her as her breathing returned to normal, then I slowly withdrew them, against a disappointed murmur and kissed my way up her body, catching a nipple between my teeth as I palmed the other. I felt her hand close around my cock. I nibbled on her ear and whispered to her. "Can I fuck you a little bit?" "Mmmmm. Yes please." I raised myself over her and positioned myself at the entrance to her cunt. Then held still. She made a pout and wriggled downwards, I pulled back. "You really like doing that don't you?" she said with pretend annoyance. I hope she was pretending. "I do." I replied, pushing forward a half inch and stopping. "It'll be worth it, I promise." Circling my hips, barely inside her. I slid into her by degrees, stopping and moving my hips from side to side, or in circles, and sliding into her some more. She was gasping now, and I took her hand and guided it down between our bodies. As her fingers worked feverishly against her clit, I pushed all the way into her. The breath left her body with a whoosh as I ground my pubic bone against the back of her hand. "I bet Nic loved this." "Oh no - I just gave her a backrub, but she did seem to like it a lot." "No more teasing - Fuck me." I lifted her legs over my shoulders and started to fuck her in earnest. She pushed back at me, gasping and moaning. Soon her moans became more urgent as she begged me to fuck her faster and harder. I took her legs off my shoulders and lowered my face to hers. Slowing the pace as we kissed. She held my face in her hands and tugged at my bottom lip with her teeth. "Jesus god Alison, you feel amazing." "Ohhhh - So do you!" I lowered my mouth to her nipple and bit it lightly. She moaned and bucked against me. I did the same to its twin. "Whose turn is it on top?" I pulled out of her and rolled on to my back. She looked down and I saw the thought cross her mind to take me in her mouth, but I wanted to feel her breasts under my hands. "Fuck me." She took my cock in her hand and slowly lowered herself on to me. As she began to rise and fall, I ran my hands down her sides. I love how a womans waist flares out to her hips. It's a very pleasing shape. Half a million years of evolution had gone into the simple but intense delight I felt tracing her shape with my fingers. I ran my hands back up and covered her breasts, palming her nipples, eliciting a squeal of delight. "Your boobs are perfect." "Nic's are bigger." She said between moans. "Yeah but my hands are on yours, and they fit perfectly. A perfect handful is a perfect boob." I managed hoarsely. I wasn't especially close to coming, age seems to have slowed me down in that regard, but the feel of her tight liquid heat milking my cock was indescribably intense. Alison's pussy felt amazing, and she knew what she was doing with it as she fucked me. One minute taking me deep inside her, the next leaning forward and working the head of my cock in and out of her, squeezing me with her pussy like it was her hand. My breath was coming in ragged gasps to rival hers. As she squeezed me again I groaned. "Oh Jesus yes!" As I plucked at her nipples, she raised herself up and slammed herself down on me with a yelp of pleasure, then again, and again. She panted as she ground herself backwards and forwards, my cock deep inside her. I reached down to touch her clit and she went rigid for a second and then her body spasmed - her mouth opened but no sound came out. - I took hold of her hips and carried on fucking her from below as her pussy clamped down on my cock and a low continuous moan grew in her throat terminating in a scream and soft whimpering noises as I continued to move inside her. "Still - stay still...." A voice floated up from below - "Dinner is served guys......" "You didn't come?" "Old age I think. It doesn't matter as much as it did when I was seventeen - I had a great time." "Next time you're going to come - We have plans for you mountain Man...." To be continued... Quid Pro Quo Ch. 02 At that moment, the pressure of his penis against her most delicate nerve endings was driving her crazy. Why didn’t he just put it in? “Stop teasing me,” she whined, looking up at Howard with dazed eyes. He smiled at her, knowing that he was very close to achieving his goal. “Do you want it, baby? Would he like to get fucked?” She just kept looking at him without answering. He decided to turn it up a notch and pushed two inches into her wet pussy and held it there. Thinking Howard was ready to give her what she so desperately needed, Erika pushed her hips back at him. However, he pulled completely out of her reach. She tried to find the missing cock by moving her hips around, but with no success. “Please don’t tease me,” she said almost frantically. “Just put it in.” “If you’re ready to get fucked you have to ask for it.” “Yes. I’m ready.” And she was ready. That wasn’t a lie; she just wished the man above her wasn’t this slimy worm. “Ask for it, you whore.” “Please, fuck me. Fuck my pussy now,” she said, totally giving in to her tormenter. Then he began to push the mighty cock into her. With less than half of it inside her, Erika felt like her pussy was totally full. However, there was more cock to come, and it came in short, forceful stabs that were designed to get her attention. Howard watched her face below him as she opened her eyes to look at his face. “Big enough for you cunt?” he asked not expecting an answer. “That’s right; we’re going to stretch the shit out of you.” He pushed her arms above her head and pinned them to the mattress. On the next stab, he drove the full length of his massive rod into the young woman. She squealed in pain and tried to get away from the assault. “Don’t worry baby. You’ll love it again as soon as you get used to it.” Yet, he didn’t slow down, continuing to push the battering tool all the way in time after time. It took some time, but Erika began to feel the discomfort turn to pleasure and the pleasure begin to build. Eventually, the rutting man on top of her was bringing her more pleasure than she’d ever known. More than William, or even Phil, had given her. Howard dropped his body fully onto the young wife and hooked his arms under her body and grabbed her shoulders for leverage. His face was just above hers now. She no longer noticed the smell of his breath. The only thing that mattered to her now was the steady rhythm of the ecstasy providing cock. He began to pull all the way out of her clasping pussy and then drive it completely home again until his balls slapped against her waiting ass cheeks. “Oohh, Goddd, yes,” she moaned, closing her eyes and letting her mouth fall open. Howard took advantage of the opening to drive his tongue into her open mouth. She responded to his movement and they kissed deeply. “You like that baby? You like getting fucked,” he said, lifting his face just out of reach of her mouth. “Yes, it’s wonderful.” “Do you like my big cock?” “God, yes.” “Am I bigger than Phil?” “Yes. Much bigger.” “Bigger than that dumb fuck husband of yours?” “Yes.” “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, resting his hips on the upstroke. Her eyes flew open, and a look of panic spread over her face. “No. Please don’t stop. I need to be fucked by your big cock.” “Are you going to be my fucking little whore? Tell me you want to be my whore.” “Oh yes, I want to be your fucking whore. Please fuck me now.” With that admission, he began to push into her once again with powerful strokes. Their bodies began to slap against each other. Again they locked mouths and kissed like lovers. They rolled about the bed, slapping their sweating bodies together. The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking. Erika lost herself. She no longer knew who she was. Only a whore would do what she was doing with this man, and enjoying it. But God, that big cock felt so good. No one had ever touched her as deeply as Howard was now. The friction in her tight hole was driving her over the edge. The smell of his body, once offensive to her, was now having the opposite effect. She was beginning to associate it with the pleasure he brought her. The older man pulled out of her and rolled her on one side, so he was positioned behind her. He wrapped an arm around her neck, pulling her toward him. With the other hand he pulled her top leg up in the air and then pushed his monster back into her gapping hole. The room was silent except for the sounds of cock plunging into wet pussy, a rhythmic slapping and sloshing. The young woman again began to moan uncontrollably. “That’s a good fucking whore. Take my cock in your filthy snatch. Show me what a nasty cunt you are.” Howard’s dirty, demeaning talk just fueled Erika’s lust. She responded by grinding herself even further onto the massive cock. He rolled her onto her stomach and continued to punish her pussy with long, powerful strokes. “You like that don’t you bitch? You like to get fucked.” “Yeah baby. Ohhh. I love getting fucked by a big cock.” Howard was getting close to cumming himself and had picked up the pace even more. He grabbed her hair again and snapped her head back. He wanted her attention. “That’s all you’re good for, fucking whore. Can’t get ahead on merit, so you fuck your way up the ladder. You’re just a worthless fucking cunt. Well, I’ll show you how to use the only talent you have. From now on, I’m the only boss you’ve got, you do as I say.” “Yes sir.” “That’s right bitch. I’m your fucking master.” “Fuck me master. Fuck your whore.” Erika couldn’t believe what she was saying, but she couldn’t help herself. The pounding cock was turning her into a slave, a whore. She would do anything he asked as long as he didn’t stop. Then a second orgasm rocked the young woman – like a seizure of pleasure. Every part of her body was alive with sexual fulfillment. When it was over, she lay on the bed lifeless, unable to move. The heavy older man continued to slap his belly against her buttocks, driving into her, until he began to stiffen as well. But Howard had one more lesson to teach this bitch. Pushing himself up until he was standing on the bed over her, he reached down and slapped her hard on the ass. She didn’t move, so he slapped her again. “Get on you knees bitch. You’re not done yet.” Erika turned her head to look up at the man standing over her with his mighty cock pumping in his fist. “Hurry up bitch. You’re going to suck my cock again.” Despite extreme fatigue, Erika worked her way onto her knees in front of the man who had so thoroughly fucked her. “Suck on my balls first,” he said, pushing the hairy sack against her face. He pumped his cock harder as she sucked one of his nuts into her open mouth. “That’s right you cunt. Yeah, clean my balls good.” Erika no longer cared what he called her; all she wanted to do was please him. She was his bitch, his cunt, his whore. Howard grabbed her hair again and pushed his cock back into her mouth. He was very close to cumming now. He was going to make this whore pay for the humiliation she had caused him. This was the moment. Pulling away, he instructed her to close her eyes and open her mouth wide. The young wife was confused by the order, but did as instructed. Then it happened; she felt hot liquid hit her face. Surprised, she tried to pull away. “Get back here you stupid fucking bitch. I’m not done yet.” She let herself be pulled back to receive the remainder of his load. She now was covered in little droplets of cum, like he’d rained on her face. Howard looked down at his handiwork and smiled. Job complete, she was his now. The videotape was a lot better evidence than two little grainy pictures that might be explained away. Good thing the stupid twat wasn’t smart enough to figure that out. “I need a towel,” she said. “I can’t open my eyes.” “Fuck you bitch. Get one yourself.” Instead, she reached for the sheet and used it to whip away some of Howard’s cum. Then she went into the bathroom. Howard got another beer and sat in an easy chair by the window. He opened the drapes to look out at the lights of the city. Man, life couldn’t be any better than this. He’d just fucked the hottest bitch in town and was ready to use his new toy to achieve the success he had long been seeking. To be continued in Part 3 Quid Pro Quo Ch. 03 Erika Sawyer spent nearly a week in a daze. She had done something wrong to get what she wanted and now had to live with the circumstances. That she understood. What she didn't know was how the circumstances would change her life. During the weekend after her night with Howard Fenster, Erika tried to put the whole mess out of her mind. She initiated sex with her husband on Saturday night, but found it unsatisfying. The next evening, she threw herself at William again. They had a cozy dinner at a local French restaurant and took in a romantic comedy at the movies. Once at home, Erika had her husband open a bottle of champagne and surprised him with a new negligee. Furthermore, the young wife surprised her husband with oral sex. William was caught off guard and tried to ask her what she was doing. However, the unexpected ministrations of his wife quickly got to William, and he never got an answer. Once Erika had worked her husband toward orgasm, she pulled away and asked him to do the same for her. This caught the young husband completely by surprise. He couldn't do it... it wasn't right... he didn't know why, but it just wasn't right. She ran out of the room and locked herself in the bathroom. William didn't know what to do, and eventually fell asleep without her. For hours, Erika sat on the bathroom floor, first crying, then trying to reason the whole thing out. What had she become? Her life with William would never be the same. She thought about sex all day long, both stimulated and disgusted at the same time. She lay back on the cold floor and began to think about Howard. Why did she respond the way she had with him? He was such a gross little man and he was incredibly mean to her. Was it just the size of his penis? God, it was huge, she recalled. She couldn't get that beautiful thing out of her mind. As she thought about sex with Howard, Erika began to touch herself. She had never masturbated before, but she couldn't help herself. She was so damn horny. She worked her fingers into her pussy, learning about herself as she went. She was surprised at how quickly she was able to achieve an orgasm. It was good, but didn't compare to what she had recently felt with Howard. On Monday, the young wife couldn't wait to get to work. She felt like a school girl with her first crush. She called Howard's secretary. Would he be in today? Great. Have him call me when he gets in. Thanks. She waited, but it wasn't easy. She tried to stay occupied with busy work –- E-mail, read file and the latest competitive intelligence report. Finally, Howard called. "What do you want, baby?" "Can I see you?" "I really don't have time, but you can do something for me." "What?" "I want you to go to the VP and tell him that you think I should be in charge of our team. Tell him that you don't think you have the experience and that you think you can learn a lot from me. Can you do that for me?" Erika knew this was coming; in fact this is just the kind of ultimatum she had originally expected. She knew she didn't really have a choice, but she couldn't let such a request go unchallenged. "Why should I do that?" Almost as soon as she said it, Erika could feel the anger burst from the other end of the line, but she was caught off guard by the fury in his response. "Because I told you to, you dumb bitch. Are you so fucking stupid that you would put your job and husband at risk? Do you really want to piss me off?" "I'm sorry Howard. Of course I'll do it." "You better do what you're told Goddammit." "I really am sorry. I'll do it today." She had to get back in his good graces. "Is there anything else?" he asked. "When can we meet, I mean get together?" "Do what I ask and then we'll talk again." It was not easy to profess failure to her boss, but she knew it had to be done. The VP was disappointed and asked if she'd be uncomfortable working under Howard. But thinking quickly she said it was important to the team and she did think she could learn a lot staying on the team. Later she tried to meet with Howard, but he was too busy. After awhile she figured that he was trying to get back at her and was making her sweat a little. However, he wouldn't see her the next day or the next. His secretary was starting to ask what she wanted to see him so badly for. Erika just gave an ambiguous response about an issue with the Covington Trucking proposal. Life at home was surreal. William apologized for making her upset and wanted to talk about the problem. He wanted to know what had gotten into her all of a sudden. She couldn't tell him, and she couldn't even try to explain it. Once again, thinking of Howard, she had to pleasure herself in the bathroom after her husband went to sleep. This was insanity, she thought; the man she loved was taking a backseat to the man she was lusting after. On Thursday morning, Howard unexpectedly showed up at Erika's office. Her heart leapt when he walked in. Wearing a tight knit top, she could feel her nipples harden and hoped it wouldn't show. "Oh Howard, come in. I've been trying to see you for days." He closed the door and sat down across from the young blonde. "I want you to entertain a customer tonight. As you know, Hal Bennett is coming into town tonight, and I'm meeting with him tomorrow. I want you to treat him right." "Are you saying you want me to sleep with him?" "Just as long as he's got a smile on his face when you leave him." "I'm sorry Howard. I will do what you want me to do, but I don't understand. Hal is just a contracting guy; he isn't a decision maker at Covington." "I think you've proven that you really ought to leave the thinking to me, cause it ain't your strong suit. Contracting guys influence decision makers and this one has a lot of influence. So just do what you're told." "Why do you have to be so mean to me? You know I'll do it. I just wanted to know why." "I'll tell you what, if you're a good girl, I'll give you a little reward." "What," she said smiling. Howard got up and walked around to her side of the desk. He placed a hand on her neck and slowly moved it down across her chest. "I'll E-mail you the address to the apartment I keep in town." His hand continued down across her chest brushing her breasts and then down across her stomach and came to rest between her legs. As he was doing this, the woman felt the air leaving her lungs. "Meet me there after you're done, and I'll show you." Then he was gone. Erika regained her breath and tried to get back to work. However, all attempts to get anything done seemed futile. All she could think about was the night ahead. Prior to leaving the office, she left a message at home to tell her husband she'd be late. Then she left for the airport to pick up Hal Bennett. Howard worked late at the office then headed to the apartment. He liked to have a place in the city, just in case he couldn't make it home. It was also a great place to entertain customers and lucky young ladies. He was trying to figure out a way to get the company to pick up the tab. He was looking forward to the evening with Erika. This was training night for the little whore. He was going to teach her a few things tonight, so she would be ready to properly serve customers. Some had exotic tastes and he wanted to make sure she was ready. Hours later, Erika was driving back from Bennett's hotel. She had gotten him fed and into his hotel room, all the time making it clear that she would do anything to make sure he was comfortable. He was fairly good-looking and about 35 years old, she thought. This might not be that bad. Erika was finding a certain excitement in the pursuit of a man she didn't know. The fact that she didn't have any choice in the matter, only served to release her of any inhibitions. She was acting out a role... she was the seducer for a change. It wasn't easy, as Hal was a little stiff and took a while to understand what she was trying to communicate. Eventually, he started to get the idea and pulled her to him almost as soon as they entered the hotel room. The contracting official was not smooth; in fact, he was a little rough. Once he figured out she was sent to fuck him, Hal was not going to let her get away without accomplishing that mission. He yanked her top up and pulled out her oversized tits. He devoured her nipples with his mouth then quickly guided her over to the desk. He turned her around and pushed her down across it. Her short skirt was yanked up and her panties down. She could feel the man fumble with his fly and then insertion. Two weeks ago, she wouldn't have been able to accept this unexpected and forceful a penetration. Now, the excitement of the situation had prepared her body. She thought Hal reminded her of a rabbit -- moving behind her with quick, short movements, and in no time, shot his semen into her. Just when she was starting to warm up, he had come to the boiling point. It all happened so quickly and then Erika was gone, in her car on the way to meet Howard. All the short episode with the contracting official did was create a huge sexual hunger in the young wife. The deposit of hot, wet male cum between her legs was further driving her crazy. She ran into the apartment building and impatiently waited for the elevator, pushing the button repeatedly. An elder woman with a puppy on a leash asked her if everything was all right. Just late for a date, Erika said. After what seemed like an eternity, Howard answered the door and let her into the studio apartment. He hardly looked at her and turned to sit in an overstuffed chair. It was the only furniture in the living area except for an entertainment center. A TV was blaring with the sound of a baseball game that seemed to have all the man's attention. He was dressed in a pair of pajamas bottoms and a "wife beater" T-shirt. "I'm ready for my surprise." "Hang on, the game's almost over." "You promised." "Wait Goddamnit. Sit the fuck down and be patient." "I'm sorry." She looked around, but couldn't find a chair. "Where should I sit?" "Right here on the floor." Erika knelt down on the hardwood floor, right next to his left leg. It was a little uncomfortable, but she wanted to make him happy. She was so horny; when was the damn game going to be over? Howard looked over at her and she smiled up at him. He reached over and patted her head. "How's my little slut?" he said, returning his attention to the TV. "Did you do what I asked?" "Yes." "How was it?" "Quick. Very quick." "Yeah? Old Hal is a 60-second man?" "If that." "Hey, why don't you strip for me? I want to see that sexy body." She jumped up and started to remove her blouse. "What the fuck is that?" Howard asked, pointing down at the floor. "Is that Hal's cum on my hardwood floor." Erika looked down at the puddle at her feet. How embarrassing, she thought. "You stupid cunt. Didn't you make him use a rubber?" "No. I..." "You didn't fucking think again did you? Are you trying to give me a fucking disease?" "No, of course not. I just thought..." "Clean up this fucking mess and then go wash your cunt. Go on; don't just fucking stand there." "Yes Howard, I'm sorry." In the bathroom, she could still hear him sputtering about how stupid she was. She didn't like making him mad. She would have to find a way to make it up to him. Ten minutes later she returned from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. He didn't seem to care, just keeping his eyes on the ball game. She walked up to him and slowly removed the towel, folding it and placing it on the floor. She kneeled down on the floor again keeping her back straight, trying to show off her boobs. He still wasn't paying any attention to her and she didn't know what to do. He wasn't taking the bait. After about five minutes, she began to get antsy. She was desperate for his touch now. "Howard," "What?" "Can we, um... make love now?" "If you want to make love, go home to your husband. If you came to get fucked, you need to ask for that service like a good little slut." The remark knocked her back on her heels. They both knew she couldn't go home to get what she needed right at this moment. Howard glanced over at the young wife. "Well, what will it be?" Looking right at him, Erika didn't hesitate. "I want to be fucked. I need to be fucked." There, she said it. It was out there now. "Tonight I have few things to show you. We'll start by teaching you how to suck a cock correctly," he said, motioning her to come over in front of him. "Yes sir," she answered while crawling forward and resting her arms on his open legs. She was looking down at the lump that was growing under the stained material of his pajamas. Howard put a finger under her chin and raised her head to look at him. "Do you know what deeping throating is?" "The girls used to joke about it in high school, but I didn't think anybody really did it." "Oh yes, lot's of those girls do it and you will too. Now get my cock out and get it good and wet." Reaching under his protruding belly, she grabbed the waistband of his pajamas and underwear and pulled them down over his hips. The big cock she had missed was now in her hand. It felt so powerful, so strong. Erika bent her head forward and devoured the weapon in her hand. She no longer cared if it belonged to a man that wasn't her husband. She no longer cared that it smelled of urine and sweat. She just wanted to suck it, to bring him pleasure. "Open up the back of your throat and take in as much cock as you can. That's right... more, yeah more. Come on baby, you can do it." She felt as if she had half of it in her mouth already and began to choke. "That's OK. Back off and start again. It takes awhile to get used to it." She did as she was instructed and tried again. This time she was able to take a little more, but she still choked. Howard placed his hand and the back of her head, grabbing a handful of blond hair. He pushed a little when he felt she wasn't trying hard enough. But, she was trying; time after time she would take his cock in as far as she could only to have he throat reject it. Then she had an idea. Pulling his cock straight toward her, Erika bent her head and neck like a sword swallower and tried again. It took a time or two, but then the cockhead popped through and the rest just followed. Her forehead slapped is fat belly and she could feel pubic hair with her tongue. "Good girl," Howard said, patting her head. "That's fucking great." But he didn't tell Erika that she would have so much trouble breathing, and she pulled off his cock gasping for air. They looked at each other for a minute while Erika caught her breath. Then she burst into laughter. Howard laughed too. "I didn't think I could do it, but I did," she said with both surprise and excitement. "You're cock is so big and I took the whole thing in my throat." "Yeah you did, but don't stop now. Practice makes perfect," he said, pushing her head down again. Howard had this beautiful cunt gorging on his cock, yet all he could think about was how many contracts she was going to get for him. This bitch was a fucking natural whore. He sat back and watched her enthusiastic gobbling. Each time she took it a little smoother. Damn what a slut, he thought. But this wasn't all she came here to learn tonight. "OK baby, why don't you climb aboard?" Surprised, Erika popped her head up. She was so engrossed in pleasing him, she hadn't noticed that her pussy was completely saturated with her own juices. Yes, she was ready. She squealed with excitement as she scampered up on his lap. She reached down and guided his cock into her and sat down hard until the entire length was inside her. "Ooohhh wow," she wailed, "That's so good." She looked down at his broad smiling face and ground her pussy down on him. He reached for her breasts with his hands and mouth. The warm, wet contact with her nipples sent her over the top and she shuddered to climax as he thrust up into her. "Oh my God, I came already. I guess really missed your cock." She reached down to take his head in her hands, kissing the older man deeply. "Well I haven't come yet, so why don't you get in the bedroom, so I can finish fucking your ass." "Yes sir," she said with a smile. "Anything you say darling." The young wife hopped up and ran into the bedroom. When Howard got there, she was lying on her back. "No, no, no. I'm going to fuck you like a bitch." She understood what she meant and got in position with her ass toward him. Howard didn't immediately mount Erika and she looked around to find him. He was getting something from the light table. He had a tube of something in his hand and she figured out pretty quick what it was. "I'm OK. I don't need any lubricant." "You will where I'm going." What? She sat up and looked at him. Did he think he was going to put it in her ass? "Oh, no. I'll do anything, but not that." "Our customers are going to want this and you have to be ready." "Howard, I don't want that. Please no." "You didn't want a lot of things and they all turned out to get you off. This is just one more. I promise I'll go slow and if it hurts to much, I'll stop." "Do you promise?" "Shut the fuck up and get your ass in the air." Reluctantly, Erika got back into position. She braced for the worst when he got behind her, but Howard placed his cock in her pussy. "I'm just going to warm you up baby, get you good and hot." Once again, she started to respond to the pleasure giving tool stretching her wide. She dropped forward onto her elbows, forcer her ass up further in the air. Howard was now balls deep into the young woman. "Ooohhh, that's good, so fucking good. I love your big cock baby." She felt as if she were losing her mind as another orgasm rocked her body. Even the sensation of a lubricated finger piercing her asshole didn't bother her. In fact, she began to forget about the worming digit as the carnival of pleasure continued in her cunt. Then she felt another fat finger push in beside the first one. This time there was a little more pain, but she was able to handle it. The two fingers were sawing in time with the cock below them. The bitch was just about ready, Howard thought. He pulled his cock from her and greased it up. He wouldn't be this considerate in the future, but it was her first time. This was training after all. He now had his first two finger deep in her ass. She hadn't stopped moaning when he removed his cock indicating that she was enjoying the anal action. He spread his two finger as far apart as possible and let them slide out slowly while keeping the cockhead aimed right behind them. Erika felt the fingers get replaced by something much larger. She braced for the pain she knew would follow. Howard slid the first three or four inches in with no problem. She stiffened, but didn't make a sound. The older man moved slowly working more and more cock into her tight ass. He caressed Erika's ass to sooth her and felt some of the tightness in her body fade. At the same time her breathing became heavier again, and light moans started to fill the room again. "How's that feel, baby? Are you likin' that cock in your ass?" "Yes, baby. It feels good, but go slow." And he did for a while, but slowly, he dug his fingers into her hips and pushed even more cock into her pretty ass. Then the strokes came faster and so did her moans. He changed positions, moving up a little to get a more downward thrust. "Do you like getting fucked in the ass, you slut?" "Oh God, yes. Fuck my ass baby. Fuck it hard." And he did. His belly has now slapping against her ass on every downstroke. She was also pushing her ass back and shaking out of control. He head turned back at him, but all he could see where the whites of her eyes. Quid Pro Quo Ch. 03 "You didn't come?" In the past I've had partners take this personally so I wanted to put her mind at rest. Fact is, for me at least, it just takes longer as I get older. The fact that lately there's usually a fairly strong analgesic wandering around my circulatory system, definitely makes a difference. Whatever. The fact is it takes me quite a while to finish these days, which is a bit of a two edged sword. To be honest I've come to believe that the need to spurt jism into, or onto a partner is as much a socialised thing as a biological imperative. Fucking feels good in so many ways. Orgasm is the cherry on the cake, but it's still good to eat the cake, even if you set the cherry aside, right? How to say all this and more to the girl looking at me now? "Old age I think. It doesn't matter as much as it did when I was seventeen - I had a great time." A shout down to Nicola gave us five minutes grace to shower, which we did together, and it seems a shame to condense all of the fun we had doing it into one short sentence, but five wet, laughing, slippery minutes later, we were back in our clothes and through the bedroom door. The unmistakeable aroma of Italian food was waiting on the other side and suddenly I was aware of how hungry I was. Nicola had made an effort with the presentation. She'd left the worktop lights on in the kitchen area and turned the main lights off. The lower floor was open plan, with a kitchen area at the far end, partitioned off from the living area by a breakfast bar. Between the two, in a pool of candlelight, a circular table was set for a meal. Alison and I walked past the sofabed and armchairs that denoted the living area. At the far end of the room, on the breakfast bar a folded tea towel lay next to a large bowl of salad and a stack of plates. Nicola sat on a stool, behind the breakfast bar, facing us, a glass of wine in her hand which she raised in a salute as we approached. "How are you feeling guys? Nice and relaxed Ali?" "Mmmmmm, very. But suddenly I feel hungry for some reason." "Yeah, that relaxing works up an appetite doesn't it?" returned Nic with a knowing look. "Well, as the most "relaxed" lady in the Golden state, I guess you'd know about that." returned Alison, somewhat archly. "Aaah, don't sell yourself short mate, that's a joint title and you know it!" "That sounds like a story I want to hear." I responded as the girls grinned at each other. "Yeah, I bet you do." replied Nic, draining her wine. "And sparing my poor bruised ankle by grabbing the Lasagne out of the oven will earn you points towards that. Put the dish on the tea towel..." Soon we were sitting down to eat and for a while conversation stopped as we applied ourselves to the food in front of us. The lasagne was delicious and the salad spoke to my tastebuds of the inventive mind of its creator. I'm not going to try to analyse it. I caught a hint of garlic and tabasco in the dressing, and the roasted pine nuts were a nice touch. The point is, it was put together by someone who cared. Nicola basked in her well earned compliments. Even Alison, presumably more familiar with her friend's culinary skills, seemed to think she'd outdone herself. But soon the edge was taken off our hunger and conversation resumed. The girls told me their story: They were from Perth and were spending a year travelling and working their way around the UK, with a vague intention to go further afield. Nicola's grandfather was originally from Kent and Nicola had always wanted to go there. Nic idolised her grandfather. He was fifteen at the outbreak of the Second World War and he'd joined the army as soon as he was old enough. He'd have joined sooner, but his father, a veteran of the trenches, had taken him for a long walk during which he broke his twenty-year silence on the subject, to tell his son of boys, himself one of them, who had rushed off in patriotic fervour, many of them lying about their age in their eagerness to join the great adventure. The war he described was a terrible thing. A machine that ate youth and vitality. Those it didn't destroy it spat back out as old men in young bodies, the boys they'd once been, lost forever. The message wasn't lost on Nic's grandfather. He joined up on his eighteenth birthday, and in the two and a half years preceding that, he did his best to never miss an opportunity to have fun, regardless of the consequences. He'd survived the war, but on his return had been completely unable to settle back into the life he'd known before, and so he'd left it behind, emigrating to Australia, where he'd spent the next twelve years drifting across the continent. Eventually he'd met Nic's Grandma in Perth and settled there. Nic had loved the old man fiercely. The light in her eyes said it so eloquently that she didn't need to say the words. Hell. I'd never met the guy and in ten minutes Nic had me in love with him too. I want someone to remember me like that. "Here's to your Grandad Nic. He sounds like one in a million." We clinked glasses... Alison smiled fondly at her friend as she told the story of her Grandfather and how he'd made his way from a village just outside Gravesend, to Perth. She'd heard the stories many times before, but she never tired of watching her tell them. Then as they lowered their glasses after toasting the old man's memory, Nic asked their guest for his story... Phil's family wasn't a close one. He'd joined the army after leaving school early, as much to get away from his parents as any other reason. Lifelong issues with authority had meant it wasn't the best environment for him. and after not quite nine years he'd been medically discharged, when it was discovered he was virtually deaf in one ear. "I'd love to tell you a story with bullets and bombs in, but it was probably firing a rifle without ear protection that did it. Mind you, after the Andytown bomb everyone's ears were ringing for a week. My mistake was telling someone about it." He'd left the army with no trade, and a skillset that was of no real use in civilian life. He'd spent some of his discharge money on a trip to India. He'd meant to stay three months but ended up spending a year there. That's what saved him, he tells them with a grin. "Is that where you learned to give those *wonderful* backrubs?" asked Nic with a theatrical sigh, drawing out the word "Wonderful" and gazing longingly into the distance as if remembering a lost love. Phil laughed and Alison shook her head, grinning. "last time I saw ham like that, it was on offer in Waitrose. A fan of the Shatner school of acting I see." "Well, *I* thought it was nice, and I know Alison agrees because I heard her agreeing quite loudly while I was making the salad." she replied teasingly. "So is that where you learned? In India?" "That's where I realised that everything I knew about the human body was about either damaging it or fixing the damage someone else had done. I decided to learn how to do something nice." replied Phil. "So what prompted you to leave Perth? Or was it just time to go?" "I guess Fran's wedding is what really did it." Said Alison. She was speaking to Nicola. "The wedding, and bloody Lyndsey Nolan and her friends." "Yeah. Nasty Nolan." added Nic'. "Still, she did do us a favour in one way, I mean she brought us together in the way only a common enemy can." "Well there's that." agreed Alison, "But honestly, what is it about people who need someone else to be miserable so they can be happy? Fuck her." "So what did she do to drive you away from your hometown?" I asked as she refilled our glasses. "It sounds like she made an impression." Alison told the story. She was a bridesmaid at a cousin's wedding. Nicola was there as a guest. They were friends at this point, but not especially close friends. Anyway outside the church, after the ceremony, the bride had tossed the bouquet and Alison had been horrified to see it descending towards her. Without thinking, she'd stepped away. This didn't go unnoticed and later at the reception she was the butt of some teasing about it. Nicola had sought her out to talk to her about her reasons why. They'd found themselves on the hotel verandah talking about their shared desire to see something of the world and their mutual horror of marrying young and tying themselves to one person and one place for the remainder of their lives. And then... "Lyndsey fucking Nolan." said Nicola with feeling. "She wandered out looking for someone else's business to stick her nose into and took exception to being told to keep it out of ours." "Yeah." Added Alison. "So she decided to go back inside and tell her friends how she'd caught us making out. I mean why else would a girl not want to catch the bridal bouquet? She had me bang to rights." "We thought it would blow over, but it didn't. Not that either of us was bothered at first, but after a while getting sniggered at by arseholes makes you want to do bad things. Really *really* bad things." said Nicola darkly. "So we did bad things." giggled Alison. "It was my Mother's idea. I was moaning to her about how I was on the verge of going out and snaring some random bloke just to shut that venomous bunch of harpies up, and my Mother said if I was going to lead a guy on for no other reason than what Nolans nutjobs were saying about me, then it might as well be one of their blokes. I think she was trying to put me off the idea." "Which it didn't." Interjected Nicola. "Quite the opposite - Don't get me wrong, we didn't shag them all. We're not complete sluts - We only went for the hot ones." she grinned. It was pure poetic justice that Lyndsey walked in on me and her fiancee at her engagement party. Who says there's no God?" I shook my head and laughed. "I bet you two are scary when you decide to be." "Well, during the screaming match that followed, all the other stuff we'd been up to with their boyfriends came to light - Not that we named names - better to let them guess, but we went from being lesbians to sluts in as much time as it takes to say it. After that... we were always talking about getting away from there. It seemed the perfect time to do it." "And the thing about moving away from Perth," Continued Alison, "is that you have to move about a thousand miles to get anywhere with any nightlife, and once you've made that move once, it's easier to do again, so we became proper little nomads for a year or so. Then Nic had the idea of coming over here and sweet talked her Dad into paying half for a return ticket, provided she raised the cash for the other half and some spending money. Once he'd agreed, my Dad was a pushover, and here we are..." Alison looked across at Nicola as her mind travelled back to Fran's wedding three years previously. At the reception that evening, Nic had teased her about dodging the bullet and she'd laughed, but somehow as they chatted and joked, they'd gradually seemed to drift away from the main body of the party until they ended up outside, on the verandah off to one side in the shadows. There Nic had spoken of how she'd felt, seeing Alison step aside from the thrown bouquet and as she spoke of the dread that sat like a stone in her stomach when she thought of her life as a checklist of someone else's expectations, Alison felt like for the first time ever, someone understood. Impulsively she reached out and took Nic's hand, but the words she was going to say dissolved like morning mist as her eyes dropped to Nicola's mouth. They sat like that for what could have been a minute, or a second, or anything in between. A warm breeze washed over Alison carrying her friend's scent, a mix of apples and freshly washed hair. Nicola's lips were parted expectantly, her breath shallow. Alison realised her mouth was dry and she was suddenly afraid, as if she'd wandered into danger, unseen until now... "Well well. Isn't this romantic!" The two girls jerked apart, startled. "Sorry - Am I interrupting something?" In a decidedly unapologetic tone. "Yeah - A private fucking conversation. You mind?" "Well I *beg* your pardon!" The interloper turned and strode gleefully away. And that had been the start of everything that followed... Later, as they sat in the living area, Nicola asked their guest why he chose to climb solo. He'd told them of losing touch with climbing partners and the arthritis in his leg that had suddenly become much worse. The only alternative to giving up climbing was to climb without a partner, and giving up was unthinkable. So what had made him a hermit? Alison had asked, and he'd told them of the breakup with his partner, the fights leading up to it and the aftermath when she'd cut him off from the children and moved his best friend in with her. His ex best friend, he corrects himself with a wry smile. With Susan and the kids gone, he'd thrown himself into climbing to the exclusion of all else. He'd been in a very dark place and what had snapped him out of it had been an epic retreat from a climb on the North side of Ben Nevis. Tower ridge. It had been beyond the capabilites and experience of Phil and his partner and they'd been overtaken by night high up on the route. It had taken them about fifteen hours to get back down and they'd been forced to hack out a seat from the snow and wait for daylight when they'd been unable to retrieve the rope after an abseil down a steep snow-filled runnel. Afterwards, exhausted and aching, he'd realised he hadn't thought about Susan or the children in all the time he'd been struggling to get off the hill. Outside of climbing, he'd become more and more withdrawn. Eventually he'd lost his job, when he'd taken one too many days off to climb. He's not sure how his climbing acquaintances fell by the wayside, but one by one they did and as they'd done so, he'd started climbing more and more on his own. Eventually he'd come to prefer it. Phil excused himself to visit the bathroom. When he came back he thought he sensed an uneasiness about the girls. How well did he know Fort William? Alison asked. He'd replied that he knew it pretty well and she'd said apologetically that they were out of wine. Would he mind...? Of course he wouldn't. He grabbed his coat and put his boots on.... Once the door closed behind him Alison turned to Nicola, unsure how to say what was on her mind. Nicola waited, wondering if what was on Alison's mind was the same as what was on hers... "I heard your backrub..." "I heard yours..." "Where's this going do you think?" "You mean are we sharing, or flipping a coin?" Alison paused for a moment "Yeah..." "Have you ever done that? - Shared a bloke before?" "No. - Have you?" "Once. It didn't go too well." "What went wrong?" "The guy thought he was getting a private girl on girl sex show. His girlfriend - the other girl - I don't think her heart was really in it. It felt forced. It kind of killed the mood." "Oh..." A pause. She continued hesitantly: "What about tonight?" "Do you want to? Share, I mean?" Alison's voice was almost a whisper. "Yes." Nicola leaned across and planted a soft kiss on her friend's forehead. "Good." It didn't, as we used to say, take the brains of an Archbishop to see that Ali and Nic had something they wanted to discuss in private, so I took the hint and went out to an off-licence in the town centre, that I estimated would take me about ten minutes to walk to. When I got back, about twenty-five minutes later, it looked as if whatever tension there had been between them had disappeared. "So looks like you guys worked things out?" "What?" "You seemed a bit apprehensive before I left, and when Nic and I were walking down the stairs after her backrub, you hadn't put the shopping away and there were four bottles of wine on the kitchen top, so my guess is you had something to talk about that needed me to be out of earshot." I smiled aplogetically. "Don't be afraid to say it's none of my business." "Well This isn't something that happens every day." Returned Nicola. "It would be strange if we didn't have things to talk about, don't you think?" I gave a chuckle. "You mean the fact that there's two of you and only one of me, or the fact that your relationship just went to a new level?" "What?" "Well this isn't the first time I've been a situation like this, and my experience is that unless you do it a lot, it can be a bit awkward, the sort of awkward that might mean a word in private? Plus," I added, "there's the fact that when you go through an experience with another person, like the one you went through on the hill last night, it's going to affect the way you see them. There's no way it can't. I bet your feelings towards each other are giving you pause for thought about now." "Yeah - You wish!" laughed Nic' "You guys and your one track minds!" "No - nothing like." I palmed my forehead, drumming my fingers on my crown, searching for the words... "Ok there's this guy I know. His name is Duncan. I spent about thirty-six hours in his company about three years ago and I haven't seen him since, but I'd trust him with my life, and if it came to it I'd put my life on the line for him. Why would I? Because we were climbing together and I had a bad fall - it could have been a lot worse, but I dislocated my knee, I broke my arm and three ribs and as it turns out, punctured a lung. Duncan, who was by no means an experienced climber, kept his head together, put his waterproof on me, lay to windward of me all night, and in the morning he finished the climb and went for help. Anyway, I hardly knew the guy, but I'd do anything for him. Every guy I've ever been through an epic with is special in a way that other people aren't - It means something. I'm not saying you're going down on each other at the first opportunity, I'm saying that you've got something between you that most people don't, and it changes things. It can't not do.... There was a long pause. "So you've been in a situation like this one before?" This from Alison. "A few times, a long time ago, but yes." "Tell us about it?" "The short version is I had a couple of ex-girlfriends who'd morphed into friends with benefits over the years. They knew each other quite well. Anyway one of them, Teri, was house-sitting for a friend and she invited me to keep her company. When I got there, the other one, Lisa, had turned up. Anyway Teri obviously had sex on her mind when she asked me over and Lisa - well - sex was never far from her mind. So we sat around drinking wine and chatting, all the while I guess we were all thinking about how we wanted the situation to progress and how to make it happen. I guess Teri was probably thinking of how to get Lisa to politely leave, but Lisa preempted her." I grinned at the memory. Nic leaned forward. "How did she do that?" "She asked me for a backrub. After a while I saw Teri looking rather left out, so I told her to come and help. It just kind of snowballed from there." "Were you together a lot after that?" "We never arranged anything, but whenever we were together, something usually happened. It was probably the most successful relationship I've ever been in" "How did it end?" "I met Susan." "Ah." "So what do you mean, me and Nic are on a new level?" Changing the subject. Once again I paused to gather my thoughts before continuing: "Well I may be wrong, but you two went through a pretty intense experience last night, but you held it together - and Alison - did it occur to you to leave Nic and try to get down alone?" "No. Of course not!" "Lots would have. - They'd have rationalised it as going for help, but self-preservation would have had them leaving Nicola on the first pretext they could come up with. Believe me, whatever connects people, gets tested to destruction in a situation like that. You stuck by each other, for better or worse. You can call it whatever you feel happy with, but Love's as good a word as any." Quid Pro Quo Ch. 03 I'm not sure if that hit a nerve, but their eyes went from me, to each other. Both looked thoughtful. "Look. The word "Friend" gets used to label a lot of people in a person's life, but the thing about Friends, with a capital F, is it takes a lot to be one. A proper friend that is, not a mate or a colleague or one of the crowd, but a real friend. My rule is that it takes ten years - or ten pretty intense minutes. Thing is, when the shit hits the fan, it matters a lot to have someone you can count on. From what you've said it sounds like you two kept it together pretty well, and it says a lot for Alison, that she stayed with you after you fell. She must have known she was reducing her chances of surviving by slowing down to stay with you. Have you ever heard of the DYSHAP test?" "No." "It's a test you can apply to see if you've made the right decision in a tight situation. It's an acronym for Do You Still Have A Pulse?" That got a chuckle from the girls. "Look - what I'm trying to say, and not managing very well, is that emotions go into overdrive after a near death experience. I don't know why that is, but they do. Hell - that's what all this is about isn't it? Good food, wine, .....companionship. We're celebrating because we sneaked past the guy with the scythe. Or you did anyway. He wasn't after me last night." "Well you're right about the emotions." said Alison." You saw the state I was in when you got to me, but I promise you, until you called up to ask if I was ok, I *was* ok. When you started climbing up to me it was like I'd been saving up all the fear from when the mist rolled down." One second I was thinking of how to get your attention and the next I was a blubbering wreck. It was pathetic. "I was just the same that time with Duncan." I agreed. "After the fall I was hanging on the rope, about forty feet below him. He did a good job of catching me, but then I had to get back up to where he was. It took a long time, but as soon as I got there all I wanted to do was lie down and be the casualty. I didn't want to have to think or anything. I just wanted to be looked after." "I felt like I was dreaming until we were in your tent." said Nicola. "I mean the pills probably had something to do with it and I was pretty out of it with the cold, but when we were in bed and the tent was warm and you'd force fed us..." She hesitated, then after a short pause, continued with a shy smile. "After that, I kept seeing myself curled up in the snow behind that boulder and it was almost like I was still there, or someone was, and I was watching them dying of the cold and I just felt so sad for them. Even knowing it was me I was imagining, and I was in the tent all warm and safe, I thought I was losing my mind for a moment." Alison squeezed her hand. Nicola looked down, surprised. When had she taken hold of her friends hand? She squeezed back and smiled. After that, the conversation went back to being light hearted and flirty. I guess we were all feeling pretty buzzed from the wine. Alison turned to me with a michievious smile. "So who did you enjoy giving a backrub to the most." "Are you kidding? It's not like there's some kind of scale, and believe me if there was, you two would be a long way off the end of it. How often do you think something like this happens to me?" I tried to turn it round. "Let me ask you a question. Which one of you enjoyed your backrub the most?" The girls looked at each other and started to giggle. Alison remarked, as if the thought had just entered her head: "You know, I think you should teach us how to do it, just in case we don't have a handy masseur around when we need one." And that was how, five minutes later, the three of us ended up in the bedroom together. "How do you want to do this?" Alison asked. I suspect all three of us were at least a little nervous. I got the impression that this was unfamiliar territory for the girls, and it's not like my experience was recent either. Sometimes the only thing you can do is throw yourself into a situation and see what happens. I think Alison understood that. I turned to her. "Well since you're the one who wanted to learn, I think Nic can be your victim first. Arrange her how you want her, make sure she's comfortable. I like to have the head hanging straight down, but it's not compulsory. Naked is best if they're comfortable with that, but otherwise as near to it as they're happy with." "Well, there doesn't seem to be any point in anyone being dressed right now." reasoned Alison, pulling off her top as Nicola started to strip. "I mean everyone's going to take a turn and the room's lovely and warm." She looked pointedly at me. So I threw myself into the situation, and my clothing into a corner... Alison was nervous, but she dealt with it like she'd dealt with her fear on the mountain the night before. She didn't think about where this might lead, she just concentrated on what was immediately in front of her. She'd never really considered sex with another girl, which isn't to say it had never crossed her mind. It had made an appearance in her fantasies and she enjoyed the secret, forbidden thrill of imagining what she and another girl might do with each other, but it wasn't something she actively sought, even in her fantasies. She'd flirted playfully with friends who were into girls, but she'd never really thought of herself as part of that group. The closest she'd ever come was that strange moment at Fran's wedding. If Nic' had been a boy, she'd have known they were about to kiss... Since that time, neither of them had mentioned it again. Still. One thing she felt certain of was that soon she'd be in a sexual situation and Nic would be a part of it. She yearned for that in a way that wasn't just about the sex. Phil had been right about last night. Alone in the dark together, with death a very real possibility, their relationship had indeed changed, like shale under pressure becomes slate, or carbon under pressure becomes diamond. Alison didn't have the words, hadn't worked out the nature of the change, but she knew it was there. she wondered what Nicola was feeling... Nicola, for her part, was feeling nervous for a different reason, and although her nervousness was a bucket of water in the lake of her excitement, it was still there. Her one previous experience with a girl had ended badly. She remembered how awkward things had been afterward with Lucy, the other girl. It could have been so different, but it had seemed to her that Lucy's heart hadn't been in it and her boyfriends assumption of the director's role had destroyed the mood. She'd grabbed her clothes and left before anything had really started. But Nic had known for some time that if an experience with another woman was ever offered, she'd be willing. She'd even fantasised about Alison after that time at the wedding, when for a moment, she'd been sure something was about to happen between them. Their friendship had bloomed after that night and Nicola had been reluctant to revisit that moment, not wanting to recreate the awkwardness that existed with Lucy, but she hadn't forgotten... "This isn't sport massage, or anything therapeutic, it's all about making the other person feel good." said Phil. "Nic, you should be breathing deeply and slowly. Ali, you should concentrate on Nic's breathing. It can help if you try to synchronise your breathing with hers, but either way, try to time your strokes with her breathing and listen to her body. She won't need to tell you what feels good if you just relax into it and let your hands get to know her." Phil sat behind her, his chest against her back, and reached round to place his hands over hers and guide them up Nicola's back, down her sides, across her hips, to begin again in the small of her back. "Light pressure at first, but as you feel her relaxing, you can go firmer. It can help to close your eyes." After three or four strokes Phil took his hands away and stood up. "I'm going downstairs for a moment. Keep doing what you're doing." he said, quietly leaving the room. The door closed behind him. "Is this OK?" whispered Alison. "Mmmmmmm. Better than ok." murmured Nicola with feeling. "You don't have to stop any time soon." Alison smiled as she continued, increasing the pressure slightly, moving with more confidence. She had an idea, and fluttered her fingertips over her friend's hips and lower back. Almost like a pianist, she thought. "Ohhh..." Breathed Nic. "That's delicious..." Alison giggled. "This is fun. I can see why Phil likes it." "Just you wait..." "We can swap places if you like?" teased Alison. "In a bit. You need the practice." "Oh do I?" running down her sides in a long glissando that drew a sharp gasp from her friend. There was a tap on the door and Phil entered with two candles. He placed them at the far side of the room and turned off the bedside lamp. "Much better." said Alison approvingly. "How's she doing Nic'?" "Very well. Very, very well..." "Better than me?" he teased. "Mmmmmmm. Lots..." Phil chuckled. "Cool. Now try this Ali." He sat behind her on the bed, spread his fingers and walked them down Alison's back in overlapping strokes, two fingers on each side of her spine... Nicola purred appreciatively. Some time later: "Are you ready to do her legs now?" "Mmm hmm" "Ok. I'll take one leg, you take the other and do what I do." "Oooohhh. I'm doomed..." moaned Nicola... Nicola was in heaven. At first Ali's touch had been hesitant, but she'd very quickly found her confidence once she'd realised the effect she was having. Already aroused by the the situation, when Ali's fingers had fluttered over her lower back like butterflies, a jolt of pleasure had surged through her body, straight to her pussy, and from that point on, her best friend's hands had sent sparks coruscating down her nerves from wherever they touched her, scorching a path to her nipples and her hot, slick centre. She tried to control her breathing and stifle the moans that Alison's touch seemed calculated to force out of her, and for the most part she was successful, letting out the occasional gasp, or panting for a few moments as Ali circled the sensitive skin at the small of her back with feather fingers, and just as she was forcing her breathing back to normal, the two of them started on her legs... Alison could tell her friend was getting turned on and it surprised her a little that knowing it was for her, excited her too. As she and Phil worked on Nic's legs, their eyes met and he winked at her before planting a kiss on the back of Nicola's knee. Alison followed suit with a wicked smile. Nicola let out a low moan. "That's cheating!" "I suppose it is." admitted Phil. "What do you say Ali - Time to change places and let Nic take her revenge?" "In a minute. There's one thing left I want to do." Said Alison, moving up the bed to kneel just below her friend's bum. She leaned forward and slid up Nicola's body, moulding herself to her friend's back. "Ohhhhh." gasped her friend "you have no idea how that feels..." "I will have soon, though." smiled Alison. "Want another go?" "Mmmmmmmmmm." She lowered her upper body, feeling her naked breasts moulding themselves to the smooth warm skin of her friends back. The intimacy of the contact caused her heart to beat with such strength that she was sure her friend would feel it. As she slid her body upwards, sensation flared in her nipples and spread outward. Soon Nicola and Alison were breathing hard, almost in unison. Alison stroked her friends shoulders as she breathed into her ear. "Ready for me now?" "Mmmmmm." was all Nicola could manage as Alison stood up. Eventually Nicola joined her. "Was that ok?" "You can do that to me anytime you feel like it!" affirmed Nicola with feeling. Alison giggled and as her friend responded, threw her arms around her and hugged her. "This feels *so* much nicer than last night." "Let's see if we can make it nicer. Lie down." suggested Nicola... Nicola looked down at her friend stretched out expectantly beneath her. She couldn't remember ever feeling this excited, but a part of her was nervous. She was pretty sure that in the morning, she wouldn't regret anything they might do now, but what if Alison did? The memory of her friends breasts sliding over her skin moments earlier was as reassuring to her as it was exciting. She didn't know where Alison's boundaries might lie, but the thought that they'd left the familiar ground of their friendship to explore unknown territory together, set her heart pounding and her belly quivering. Phil sat behind her and placed his hands over hers, as he had with Alison. He guided her hands along the back of her supine friend, controlling the speed and pressure, his chin resting comfortably on Nicola's shoulder. He drew her hands down Alison's sides and pulled them away at her hipbones turning them inward and drawing circles on the skin above her hips, using her fingers almost like paintbrushes she thought. Nicola smiled secretly as Alison twitched and gasped at her touch. Phil took his hands from hers, but remained sitting behind her. He placed a hand on her stomach and rubbed her there in slow, wide circles. She murmured her appreciation as Ali murmured hers. Nicola closed her eyes and concentrated on Alison's breathing as she ran her hands over her friend's skin. As her hands slid downwards towards her hips she smiled and repeated the glissando that Alison had used to such good effect a few minutes ago. Alison shuddered and sucked in her breath. "Told you it's delicious." Smiled Nicola. "Mmmmmm, more." Muttered Alison. As her friends fingers had fluttered over her sensitive skin, she'd felt the tingling run down her spine and burst between her legs. she felt swollen and wet and her pussy was throbbing in time with her pulse. Asking her friend for more of that, felt to Alison, at that moment, like asking Nicola to masturbate her. The thought made her shiver. "She felt the same as me." realised Alison. "I touched her and it made her wet and she wanted more. Like me..." Phil stood and massaged Nicola's shoulders as her fingers danced over her friend's midsection. Alison's breathing was shallow and uneven now. He wondered if she realised she was grinding her hips against the mattress? probably not, the movement was slight, but it gave him an idea. "See how tense her bum is? I think you'll have to work on that for a bit before you do her legs." Nicola beamed as she remembered. She brought her hand down sharply on Alison's buttock, then gently rubbed the handprint. Alison groaned. "Did you like that Ali?" "........." "I think you did. Naughty girl!" Another smack. Another moan from Alison as Nicola's fingers traced the newly reddened skin. "Interesting..." This wasn't how I'd envisaged things developing, but why should I be surprised at that? I reached down and palmed Nicola's breasts as she brought her hand down on Alison's arse, alternating spanking and stroking, until the cheeks of her bottom were rosy red and Alison was panting as if she was the one exerting herself and not Nicola. Alison was melting. The spanking had taken her completely by surprise, but she'd been desperately in need of something to ease the pressure building up between her legs. She'd felt the first slap from her scalp to the soles of her feet, as a surge of pleasure spread outwards from her cunt in ripples. If Nicola had kept going for only a little longer, Alison was sure she'd have come. "She can do whatever she wants - I'd let her do anything to me..." The realisation terrified and thrilled her. "Turn over." Alison wordlessly obeyed and Nicola looked down at her friend. Expectant. Vulnerable. She knelt on the bed above her head and stroked the back of her hand across Alison's cheek. Alison closed her eyes and let out a ragged sigh. Her mouth was slightly open and her lips glistened in the candlelight. Nic traced them with a fingertip. "Don't be afraid Ali Puss. This is going to feel wonderful." Nicola looked up at Phil. "Why don't you give her one of those lovely tummy rubs while I do up here." She lightly ran the backs of her hands down Alison's cheeks and along her shoulders... Phil's hand left a trail of fire across her belly. She'd long since lost control of her breathing. She was aware of nothing but her hypersensitive skin and the waves of pleasure radiating outward from the hand that circled her belly and the insistent pulsing of her hot liquid core. She moaned as Nicola's hands covered her breasts, kneading slowly and firmly, in time with the hand on her belly. Slowly her awareness of the room around her dissolved. She was dimly conscious of whimpers and sighs. A hand rested on her thigh, maddeningly close to the the joining of her legs. The touch of the hands on her breasts had changed, it was lighter and Alison's nipples burned as Nicola's palms dragged across them. Her hips moved spontaneously, trying to draw the hand on her thigh upwards... Phil looked at Nicola over the quivering, tortured body of her friend. He'd been - surprised wasn't the right word, but Nicola seemed to be setting the pace, which was (not completely) unexpected. Their eyes met and they grinned. Phil wondered how long the girls had been playing scenarios like this in their heads. Quite a while, he guessed. "I bet it feels like all their birthdays have come at once." he thought, and an idea popped into his mind. Phil took Alison's hand and guided it to her pussy. It felt scalding. Keeping hold, he used her hand to massage her wet centre for a few moments. She was soaking, and when he pulled her hand away it shone. Alison let out a frustrated moan. "Alison - Open your eyes. Look at Nicola." as he leaned forward and guided Alison's fingers into her friend's eager mouth. As Nicola took her friends fingers between her lips, Phil slid his hand across Alison's quivering belly and into her wet moss. She cried out as his fingers slid easily inside her and her hips bucked wildly against his hand. "Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Oh God!" Phil slid a third finger into her. She was so wet there was no difficulty, even as her pussy gripped him. She twisted her hips frantically as he fucked her with three fingers, his thumb on her clit. Nicola held Alison's hand against her mouth and licked between her fingers, before sucking them, one by one, back into her mouth. Alison's head thrashed from side to side and Nicola let go of her breast and reached between her own legs, thrusting two fingers inside herself and grinding her palm against her clit. Alison felt like her body was exploding outwards as an expanding ball of pleasure. Nicola's tongue on her fingers sent spikes of pleasure through her cunt. Phil's fingers inside her were sending shocks through her all the way to her nipples. She heard Phil's voice, but she was beyond understanding. A hand touched her lips. She instinctively opened her mouth to nurse on the fingers offered to her and the sudden realisation that she was tasting Nicola's pussy tipped her over the edge. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" As before, her climax seemed to arrive in waves. Her abdominal muscles clenched and her shoulders left the bed, while Phil felt her cunt grip him like a fist as she came and came again, crying out and babbling wordlessly. Nicola withdrew her fingers from Alison's mouth as Alison lay back waiting for her breathing, and her body, to return to her control. She shuddered as aftershocks rippled through her as Phil slowly eased his fingers out of her. When Nicola reached out and drew his hand to her mouth, lovingly cleaning each finger, Alison didn't know what to think. But her body knew what to feel it seemed. Quid Pro Quo Ch. 03 She'd never been this excited, never felt anything this intense. She knew she was in danger. She could do anything, have anything done to her. If anyone had asked her, at that moment, what she wanted, her answer would have been "Everything". "Lie down mountain man," commanded Nicola, "time to kill two birds with one stone I think." Phil Lay on his back next to Alison, and Nicola knelt over his hips, positioning his cock at her opening and lowering herself onto him with a satisfied sigh. Alison watched her friend as she rode. She watched Phil's hands running over Nic's body, saw Nicola's hand drop down to her pussy. As for herself, she felt boneless. She knew that her body could stand and move around, but it seemed her body had forgotten how. But her body remembered, when she heard Phil ask Nicola: "Would it feel better if someone held your boobs for you?" Suddenly her heart was beating its way through her ribs again and her pussy tightened involuntarily. She met Nicola's stare, watched her friends tongue moisten her top lip. Waited for her answer, knowing what it would be... "Maybe..." Said Nicola, to Alison, with a sly smile. Alison eased herself upright and knelt behind her friend, her knees outside Phil's legs. She rested her hands on Nicola's hips then slid them slowly up the front of her body until they were full of her friend's soft flesh. Alison paused, feeling the warmth and the weight of her. Nicola slowed her movements and closed her eyes. She drew in a long, deep breath, held it, and slowly let it out as Alison's hands started to move. hesitantly at first, but with increasing confidence. She marvelled at how different Nicola's breasts felt to her own. As she rolled her friend's nipples between her fingers, Nicola's moans caused her own excitement to build again. She altered her position slightly to grind her pussy against Phil's leg. "Come up here Ali." urged Phil after a while. "Let me do that for you. You know I love how you taste." As he said the words she could almost feel his tongue sliding wetly between her inner lips to flick at her clit. Her pussy remembered his mouth very well indeed. She changed position, facing Nicola, her hands on her friend's shoulders for balance, Phil's hands on her hips guiding her down to his waiting mouth. As his tongue swept along her slit leaving sparks in its wake, Alison shuddered and closed her eyes. When she opened them her heart lurched at the sight of Nicola, her head thrown back, mouth open, mewling and whimpering as her hand worked busily at the juction of her thighs and her hips corkscrewed down on Phil's cock. She looked on the very cusp of orgasm. Alison found herself leaning forward, cupping Nicola's face between her hands. Nicola opened her eyes to see her friend's face, filling her vision and getting closer. She closed her eyes again and surrendered to the kiss... The kiss had taken Alison by surprise too. The sight of her friend, lost in ecstasy, had hypnotised her. Her hands had moved of their own volition and as Nicola's face drew closer, Alison realised it was her who was closing the distance. "I'm kissing her! I'm going to kiss her! Oh Nicola, I'm going to kiss you! I'm..." Alison shuddered and ground her pussy against Phil's face as Nicola's mouth melted into hers. There was a softness to her, despite the urgency of her response, that Alison had never experienced before. Her mind took her back to the night of Fran's wedding, and she realised she'd been waiting all that time for this. Her tongue sought out Nicola's. Found it, and danced slowly and sensuously with her in the warm wetness of her mouth. Their first kiss was slow, but full of passion. Forceful without violence. Not like an explosion that flattens a building, but a glacier that carves the heart out of a mountain. All the moments between them that had passed unacknowledged seemed to rush back into the front of their minds. Every time one had looked at the other and thought "What if?..." Far from soothing the yearning that each had felt for the other, the kiss they were sharing inflamed it. Alison wanted to absorb her friend. Consume her. Devour her. Fuck her... Nicola had been kissed many times. It had never felt like this. In that moment she wanted it never to end, but she had Phil's cock inside her, and even before this, Alison's hands on her breasts had driven her wild. She felt her friend moaning into her mouth, then Alison stiffened, shuddered, and gripped Nicola's head even tighter, mashing their mouths together so hard she felt their teeth click against each other. Alison was crying out now, still not breaking the kiss, and Nicola was carried over the edge with her. They clung to each other as waves of pleasure crashed and broke over and around them. They fell, panting and gasping, to the side, still clinging to each other. Alison rolled over, to lie above Nicola, their legs intertwined. As she held her friends gaze she sought the words she needed, but found none. She stroked Nicola's cheek and then Nicola broke the silence: "So how was it for you babe?" Alison giggled, Nicola joined in and they dissolved into laughter, holding each other tightly. The rest of the world, including Phil, forgotten... Phil, for his part, had been surprised at Alison's reaction. As he'd guided her hips down, positioning her pussy over his mouth and savouring the sight of her perfect arse descending for his viewing and eating pleasure, that had been the last he'd seen of the interaction between the girls. The taste and the musky aroma of Alison, and Nicola's hot, snug wetness became his whole world. He became aware that both girls had stopped moving as energetically, and their cries were somewhat muted, but he barely considered it. Then Alison raised herself slightly, and Phil, feasting his eyes on the delicious curvature of her arse, caught sight of her tight, puckered anus, and was unable to stop himself. He raised his chin and lightly tongued her rosebud. Flicking across it before circling, softly at first, but with a firmer touch as Alison's pleasure became obvious. She stiffened momentarily, and then pressed herself down on him, her hips twisting of their own accord. Suddnly she froze, and as his tongue gently penetrated her anus, Phil felt the now familiar contractions as her pelvic muscles spasmed, mirrored by the rippling of Nicola's pussy on his cock, as the girls came together, and then rolled away from him giggling... Phil turned to the girls and propped himself up on an elbow as he watched them together. He smiled. Nicola said something corny and the girls laughed and hugged each other tightly. he dropped his hand to his cock and gave it a squeeze... Soon the laughter stopped and Nicola looked across at Phil, looking back at them with an amused grin on his face. She nudged Alison who turned around, her eyes dropping to Phils cock. A mischievous smile spread across her face. "Oh, look at that poor, neglected thing!" she cooed as she shifted down the bed to kneel next to Phil's chest. She reached out and took his cock in her hand, stroking along its length, before leaning forward and planting a kiss on the head. She smacked her lips and turned to smile at him. "Mmmmmm. That does taste nice. What *have* you been doing with it?" "Nothing. I was lying down minding my own business when your friend wrapped her pussy around it." He grinned. Alison took him back into her mouth and he felt her tongue swirling round the sensitive head of his cock. He closed his eyes. She pulled her mouth away. "Did it like being wrapped in her pussy, do you think?" "It liked it very much." "Come on then Nic'." Alison smiled at her friend. "Let's put it back in." Nicola resumed her previous position, kneeling over Phil's hips. She reached down for his cock, but Alison stopped her, saying: "No, it's ok - Let me." She took Phil's cock in her hand and with her other spread Nicola's pussy. She guided him into her friend as Nicola lowered herself. Alison watched, fascinated as her friend bobbed up and down, rotating her hips as she bottomed out. After a minute or so Alison ran her hand along Nicola's thigh, looked up at her friend and whispered: "My turn." Nicola raised herself all the way off Phil's cock, which slapped wetly against his belly. Alison giggled as she leaned in to take him back into her mouth. As she sucked, the taste of her friend thrilled her. It seemed so deliciously wanton. So far beyond anything she'd done before. In her mind an idea was taking shape. A terrifying idea that excited her like nothing before had ever done, and yet she couldn't bring herself to think the thought. It lurked in her mind like a menacing shape seen in the corner of her eye, that she could't turn to face, for fear of what she might see... Nicola pulled her friend's head away from Phil's spit-soaked cock. "Leave some skin on that thing will you?" she joked. "I bet you could uncircumcise a bloke if you sucked him like that for ten minutes!" Alison scowled at her friend and poked out her tongue. They grinned at each other. The feel of Alison's fingers spreading her lips apart, and putting Phil back inside her made her shiver. It felt so wonderfully naughty and at the same time lovingly intimate. She wanted to kiss her friend again. "Ali'? Come here?" Pleaded Nicola, and Alison knelt up to take her friend's face in her hands again. This time their kiss was hungry and demanding. Alison forced her friend backwards until Nicola had to place her arms behind her for support. She felt exposed and defenceless as Alison's hands roamed over her body as her tongue ravaged her mouth. Phil looked on as Alison ravished her friend. He couldn't think of any other word for it as she took Nicola's face in her hands and devoured her. Nicola fell backwards under Alison's onslaught and placed her hands behind her to support herself. Phil felt the movement of her hips become more urgent as Alison slid her hand down to cup Nicola's breast, padding at it like a feeding kitten. Nicola's moans became louder as Alison's mouth left hers and travelled downwards, planting kisses along her neck and her shoulder before crossing her chest and taking her friend's nipple between her teeth and gently worrying it. Nicola cried out and thrust herself down onto Phil's cock with enough force to hurt. Phil was past caring about that, the feelings in the tip of his cock were becoming very intense and he knew he was going to come fairly soon. He wanted Nicola to come first though and he was trying his best to delay his orgasm, but it was well on the way... As Alison sucked on her friend's nipple she felt as if she was following a plan someone else had made and slipped into her mind without her knowledge. As her fingers travelled through her friend's wet curls to the soft, slippery skin below, Nicola's cries became louder and filled with longing. She felt her friends swollen nubbin beneath her fingers and gently circled it with her fingertips as Nicola bucked and writhed at her touch. The idea taking shape in her mind was almost fully formed now and she released her friend's nipple and worked her way downwards... As her mouth followed the path taken by her fingers minutes earlier, Alison lay down flat, the better to reach the base of Nicola's belly. She felt a hand sliding along her thigh and she spread her legs invitingly. Her friends musk was strong in her nostrils now, as her lips and tongue fluttered around the skin below Nicola's bellybutton and continued down. Nicola thought she might die as she felt Alison's breath on her pussy. She stopped her movements on Phil's cock, the better to allow her friend access. With her body bent back and her arms taken up in supporting her, she felt deliciously vulnerable. She squeezed Phil and then jerked as if scalded as Alison's tongue flicked over her clit. "Oh God yes! Oh Ali'! Oh yes! Ali'..." She couldn't keep her hips still as Alison's tongue seemed to set her pussy on fire. As her friend's lips closed around her clitoris Nicola wailed and spasmed as she approached her orgasm. "Yes! Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't!..." And then she lost it... Phil felt Nicola's pussy clutching and releasing him as she bucked frantically under the loving ministrations of Alison's lips and tongue. Her cries grew to a peak as her head shook from side to side. Phil's hand had reached Alison's pussy and he felt her push back at him as he slipped into her liquid warmth. The intense sensation in the head of his cock was spreading. He could feel it in his belly and below his balls. He was right on the edge... And then he was over it. His buttocks tightened as he thrust upwards into Nicola. Feeling his cock spurting, filling Nic's pussy with his come. his eyes screwed up and his head fell back as his body emptied itself into the girl impaled on him. "Oh Jesus! - Oh fuck, Nic' you feel good!" "Doesn't she just!" Giggled Alison as she came up for air. The girls crawled up to lie either side of him. "That was fun." Murmured Alison. "Ah! So that's what fun is." giggled Nicola. "I've often wondered." A short while later: "Somebody should go and grab the wine." Sighed Nicola languidly. "Also a couple more candles. Those have practically burned out." "And we need more candlelight for what exactly?" inquired Alison, teasingly. "Well, by my calculations Phil's about four backrubs behind." Grinned Nicola. "I couldn't sleep with that on my conscience..." To be continued... Quid Pro Quo Ch. 03 The little bitch was getting off on this too. A lot of chicks just take it in the ass to make there men happy, but this cunt loves it. There's nothing she won't get off on. "Jesus, I'm going to come in your ass," she heard him say. "What a tight fucking ass you've got." A hot jet of cum splashed inside her rectum, then another. He continued pushing until he grew soft. Howard moved off the young wife and fell on his back beside her. The room was quiet for a few minutes and then he felt the bed move beside him. Erika straddled him, kissing his face and neck. That's all he remembered until the morning. To be continued in Part 4... Quid Pro Quo Ch. 04 William Sawyer couldn't believe how much his life had changed in the last three months. He had a fairy tale life -- a beautiful, loving wife and a great job, everything a man could want. But, that had all changed. Erica was now distant; her head seemed to be somewhere else. William couldn't even remember the last time they made love. He tried to talk about their problems, but she was always busy with work. These conversations often turned into arguments. Erica claimed that her husband was jealous of her newfound success. She said everything was fine when he was successful, but now he resented her hard work. Her career had become very successful of late; her marketing team had captured three major accounts and was working on a fourth. Business had doubled. It was so good, that company leadership was telling Howard to slow down. Human resources couldn't hire new employees fast enough to keep up with orders. More troublesome for William was the change in Erika's relationship with one Howard Fenster, a man she once laughed at as an old masher. First, she had given up leadership of the marketing team to the guy, and now she was more like his personal assistant. She worked with her new boss late into the night, and they had long phone conversations at home. William had become jealous, but not just of Erika's job. He was getting to hate Howard. Every time the young husband tried to get some time with his wife, the old bastard was in the way. No vacations, no quite days off together and damn few meaningful conversations. The young man was at his wit's end. He loved his wife and didn't want to loose her. Yes, every once in a while, the idea that Erica was having an affair would pop into his head. That would explain the changes in their lives over the past few months. But, who could she be sleeping with? The only man she spent any serious time with, was Howard, and it sure couldn't be him. He bet that Howard would know something, but he couldn't bring himself to ask. What was worse, the problems in William's home life had began to affect his work. He'd made two major screw-ups and now had to work even harder just to keep from being demoted, or worse. He offered to take a last-minute business trip to Austin, Texas, to kill two birds with one stone. He could earn some points with his boss and see his wife, who was on an extended trip to nearby San Antonio. Erika had been out of town for a couple of days. Her husband thought they could get together for a romantic rendezvous. He could drive up to Austin in the morning. She didn't answer her cell phone, so he called her hotel and left a message, then rushed to pack a bag and get on the plane. Of course, the plane was late, and William didn't arrive until nearly 8 p.m. He went to the hotel and got a key for his wife’s room. He called Erika's cell phone and she answered. "Where are you?" he demanded. "On my way to meet with a client. We're pitching a proposal to him tonight." "Is Howard with you?" "Of course. Why?" "Can I come? I'd like to see you." "I don't think so; we're halfway to the client's ranch in the Hill Country, whatever that is." "What kind of meeting starts so late?" "The man's having a party, and he's letting us come and talk with him." "That seems a little unusual." "Not everyone works the same way you do," she snapped back. "It's his company, and he can hold meetings any way he wants." William asked when he could see her, and she said it would be very late. She would catch up later at the hotel. The phone call ended, and William couldn't have been any sadder. This whole trip was turning into just more marital frustration. William thought he ought to grab some dinner, but just wasn't hungry. He couldn't get his mind off his wife and her meeting. He started to unpack his things and hang them in the closet of their hotel room. He noticed that Erika's briefcase was in the closet. Why would she go to a meeting without her briefcase? The young man picked up the briefcase and examined it. The bag had some information about her travel plans, but no real business papers. He thought she used to carry a laptop computer, but there wasn't one in the bag or anywhere else in the room. He thought he could find some information about tonight's meeting. He looked around the room for a slip of paper, an address, anything. Then he saw the pad of paper next to the phone. It was one of those hotel pads with an accompanying ballpoint pen. William held the pad up sideways into the light, and sure enough, there was something pressed into the pad. He grabbed a pencil from his briefcase and started sliding it across the pad. There was an address. He called the front desk to ask where it was. In Kerrville, he was told. He decided to try and find it. Jumping in his car, William went west on Interstate 10. He got lost a couple of times, but stopped to ask for directions and got back on track. He eventually came to a long drive that led to a ranch. There were cars parked up and down the driveway and the house was lit up and rocking. It was definitely a party. The young husband parked with the other cars and approached the house. The door was opened and a young, plump Hispanic woman welcomed him. Her name was Alita. She asked if he was alone. She was too. Could she get him a drink? Would he like to dance? Would she shut up and get out of the way, he thought. He looked over her, scanning the room for his wife, or Howard. Alita kept talking to him, but he was no longer listening. He squeezed through the crowd loosing the plump woman along the way. He worked his way around the house and finally made it out to the backyard. That's when he saw them. Erika and Howard were dressed casually, his wife in a shot yellow print dress. They were sitting at a table with a big man. He must have been somewhere between 50 and 60. He was wearing a cowboy hat, a t-shirt, swimming trunks and cowboy boots. William wondered if the big man was the client. He seemed to be monopolizing the conversation. He must have been pretty funny, because the little group kept bursting into laughter. William noticed that the client kept touching Erika -- her arm, her leg, even her face. He patted her face like she was a little girl. Her husband didn't like that one bit. He also didn't like the way she responded, or didn't respond. She seemed to expect the touching, like it was part of doing business. No wonder she had become so successful. She let clients touch her. The trio stood up, and William had to duck behind a group of people to keep from being spotted. He watched as the three business people walked into the house. He tried to follow, but it wasn't easy. He ran into Alita again and had to escape one more time. That woman was like flypaper. He lost Erika somewhere on the first floor in the back of the house. He tried a few doors, but some where locked. He tried listening at the doors, but didn't hear anything. Maybe he could look into the rooms from the outside. William worked his way back outside and wandered around the house trying to look in the windows without tripping on something. When he finally saw them, he tripped anyway, or his legs just went out from under him, as if they had no strength. He stayed in the grass for just a few seconds, then crawled up along the wall to the window. There was the client sitting back in a chair with a cigar in one hand and a glass of something in the other. He was naked from the waste down, and a beautiful blond was stroking his large penis. The woman was completely naked. William was in shock to see his young bride holding a much older man's engorged penis. If that wasn't enough, Erika bent her neck and began to lick the head of the penis. Then she let it pass through her lips and into her mouth. The real shock for William was that this didn't look like the first time she had performed this particular act. He had been in a car accident once and remembered how everything went into slow motion just before impact. That's what this felt like. This explained everything, he thought. All the strange behavior, the incredible business success, everything. Erika's head was bobbing in the client's cock now, but the older man didn't stop talking. That's when William noticed that someone else was in the room. It was Howard, that little bastard. He was also enjoying a cigar and drink while his coworker serviced their client. The blowjob in the room continued. She was rolling his testicles in her hands. Her saliva was building up all over his groin. She seemed to be very good, because the old man was spending less time talking to Howard. His head fell back and his eyes rolled in his head. His body began to jerk, boots kicking outward. His hat fell off and dropped to the ground. But throughout his entire violent orgasm, Erika kept her mouth glued to his penis, apparently swallowing the man's semen. With the job done, William's wife let herself fall backward onto the carpet. Her legs spread open, her knees in the air. Once the client recovered, he got down on all four between her legs and began to lick her vagina. She looked so comfortable with the acts they were performing, her husband thought. Not like the woman he first married. This was all so horribly new. Howard stood up and began to disrobe. Oh my God, William thought. Erika's not going to let that awful man have sex with her, is she? She said he was ugly and gross. She wasn't watching Howard, as she was busy dealing with her own orgasm. She held onto the client's balding head for dear life. When her boss finally dropped his underwear, a massive penis popped into view. Wow, William thought. That's inhuman. He can't be planning to put that inside Erika. But Howard moved toward the other two, and the client rolled out of the away to allow access. William was now in a panic. He started running around the house and realized in just a few seconds that he had gone the wrong way. He slammed into a privacy fence. He looked for a gate, but none was there. Giving up, he ran the other way, back through the crowd, pushing people, looking like a maniac. He found a locked door. This must be it. He was preparing to knock it down, when the client came walking down the hall, trunks back on and hat firmly in place. "Having a good time, hoss?" "Not particularly," William answered as he pounced down the hallway where the client had come from. He saw a door cracked open, and the sounds coming from within turned his stomach. A man was grunting and a woman was moaning, and he recognized the voices. He walked in the open door, but the frantic couple didn't see him. They just continued their animalistic rutting. He was in position to see his wife's vagina completely filled by another man's penis. "Oh, baby. I love your cock so much," she cried out. "Yeah, you do baby," he moaned back. "I'm going to cum right in your fucking cunt." They beat their bodies against each other, still not noticing the pitiful young man standing in the room. They shuddered to a stop. The older man rolled off Erika. She took a minute or two to refocus her eyes after the powerful orgasm. She thought she saw William standing before her. She jolted upright as her husband ran from the room. She started to call after him, but Howard grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. Back in the living room, William bumped into Alita again. She said she had been looking for him. She said the party was dying and wondered if he wanted to go get a drink somewhere. They left together. The End