52 comments/ 214489 views/ 18 favorites What Now? Ch. 01 By: DG Hear I'd like to thank 'Omegazone' for editing my story, making it easier for all of us to read. I would also like to thank my readers. You are the ones who take the time to read my stories, vote and leave comments. I really do appreciate it. Thank you, DG Hear. Now for Chapter 1 of What Now? I'm George and my wife's name is Dorothy. We've been married going on thirty-two years. Don't know if we will make it to thirty-three. I've just found out that my Dorothy has be cheating on me. Not one time, not even for six months, but for twenty-eight years. My life is now turned totally upside down. Where do I go from here? I'm in my 50's, I've been married thirty-two years, have three grown children. Well two are adults with children of their own. Dottie, we call her Dot our youngest is eighteen and has just started college. Let me regress and go back thirty-two years and give you some background. Dorothy is from Michigan, and moved down here to Ohio to go to college. I, on the other hand, went to a welding school. We met at a party, Dorothy had gotten a Dear Jane letter, (don't know what they call a Dear John letter from a guy) She was really down in the dumps. This guy Paul who was supposedly the love of her life dumped her after she started school in Ohio. She was devastated, and just kept mopping around until a friend of hers, Dixie, told her she needed to get out. They went to a party that I just happened to be at. When I first seen her I fell head over heals for her. She was a petite little gal, all of 5 ft. tall, maybe 110 lbs. Dark brown hair and the prettiest dimples you could imagine. I'm said to be somewhat of a happy guy, always joking and somewhat the life of a party. I started talking to Dorothy and within 6 months we were married. I guess I got her on the rebound Our life has been good. I don't really know what to compare it too. Our marriage seems pretty much run of the mill. No big surprises, no second or third husbands or wives. Just a standard run of the mill everyday marriage for the past thirty-two years. We took family vacations, bowled, golfed , went to the kids's sports and band events. We were just everyday parents who loved our children and pretty much lived for them. Dorothy and I both work, she is a school teacher and I am a welder. Money was never a big problem but we had it tight at times. We own our home and our two vehicles, her car and my truck are paid for. Our sex live was good. When we were younger we did it three or four times a week. After George Jr. was born we were lucky to do it twice a week. Five years later after Mike was born, I was lucky to get a hunk once a week. I understood this, a working woman with two young kids, that kind of life would take it's toll on a woman. I helped out a lot but Dorothy probably didn't see it that way. Then Dot was born when Mike was 5 yrs old. She ended up being the love of my life. She always had daddy wrapped around her finger and knew it. With the kids there was always an abundance of love. There was very little that we wouldn't do for them. We taught with love, they were well mannered, smart, and honest. We couldn't ask for better kids. Our sex life was probably the only thing that suffered during these child rearing years. By now our sex life was down to probably twice a month if we were lucky. We didn't try many new things sexually. We usually had missionary sex, sometimes doggie style, she wasn't big on oral so it was a rarity. A few times she told me that sex was not a big thing in her life. That's kind of a turnoff for a guy so I didn't usually press it. Whenever I pushed the issue she would have sex with me, it wasn't exactly love, very little kissing and hugging. Don't get the idea that I am this wonderful guy that never cheated on his wife. I had sex outside my marriage. I went to bars often after work. If a woman hit on me I took advantage of it. I like strange pussy, especially if I'm not getting any at home. I didn't have affairs or flings but a lot of one-night-stands. It has been like this for at least the last fifteen years. If I didn't get it at home, I wasn't going to do without. Looking back on our marriage, it wasn't built on much love between the two of us after the first couple of years. After George Jr. was born our marriage was more of a respect, go along, don't make waves kind of marriage. I don't recall Dorothy ever saying, "I love you" to me. I guess it was pretty much a marriage of convenience, except where the kids where concerned. Back to the present time: I was out in the garage when the phone rang, Dorothy and I must have answered it at the same time. It was Dixie, I thought I'd listen in for a few seconds and then say something like, "Watch what you say, I'm here too," when I heard her ask Dorothy if she was ready to go to the High School class reunion. I just hung up the phone and figured she would tell me about it later. When I got in the house she was still talking to Dixie. After she hung up I asked her what she talked about and she said, "They were making plans to go their thirty-fifth High School Reunion." I looked at her and said, "You never even mentioned it to me or asked me if I wanted to go with you." George, "In thirty-five years you have never gone with me, why would I think you would want to go now?" She replied. "I'll call Dixie back and tell her you're taking me." "Hold on," I replied. I don't want to go to some dumb old High School Reunion, I've never even been to my own. I just thought it would have been nice if you told me about it, that's all. Something just didn't feel right I didn't know what it was. Something just wasn't right. I didn't have any reason not to trust Dorothy. None at all, but I went ahead and put my bug on the telephone, I used it to get peoples remarks when taking welding jobs. I always told them they were being taped but it would save a lot of problems if we had disagreements about a job, always good to have it on tape. It was voice activated when a call ended the tape stopped. The next day I listened to the tape. Dorothy had called back Dixie and apologized for hanging up so abruptly the day before. She said she was worried that I might have wanted to go to the reunion. That would sure mess up everything, after all the planning she made. "What plans? With who?" I wondered. When she came home I told her I wanted to talk with her. She looked at me puzzled and said, "About what?" I want to talk to you about your reunion, maybe I'll go with you this year. Who all goes to these things since there's been thirty-five years worth? She looked a bit nervous but just began talking. Well, let's see, we're down to about only thirty classmates who show up. Some take their spouses, others come alone. Some bring their families to the buffet dinner and then take their kids home and come back to dance later. The single and divorced people bring friends, but they are only allow one friend. Sometimes we average up to a hundred people for the affair. "What a bad choice of words," I thought. "When is this reunion?" I asked. "Oct. 8th, first Saturday in Oct." she replied. "Let me know if you're going so I can change my reservation." "I'll let you know for sure by the end of next week. Would I know anyone there other then Dixie and her husband Joe?" I asked Dorothy thought and said, "I don't think you ever met anyone from my high school class. So I don't think you would know anyone." Didn't your old boyfriend Paul attend that school the same time as you? She got nervous and said, "Yeah, he's married with a family just like us. Why are you badgering me with a bunch of stupid questions about an old reunion and old friends? What's gotten into you lately? Do you want me to stay home so you can be happy?" "I'm sorry honey, just an old guy being inquisitive, I'll let you know as soon as I can about the reunion." I responded. I contacted a private investigator who has done work for me in the past. He checks out any corporate welding sites for me so we know what we're dealing with. This time it was a little different. "Jim Jones Investigations, may I help you?" the receptionist spoke. "Jim please," this is George Manning. "One minute please," as she pages Jim. "Hey George, long time no see," what can I do for you? "Well Jim, I have a suspicion that's eating at me. I need a P.I. to check out a few things to ease my mind. It has to be done soon, very quietly, and definitely no suspicions raised. Are you up for it?" I asked. "Give me a few facts to work with George and I'll know if I can be of service to you." Jim replied. "Well, I'm trying to find out if my wife has been cheating on me. I have no proof but a gut feeling. She is going to her class reunion and doesn't want me to go. She has gone every five years for the last thirty years. I've never gone, or ever suspected anything before. Hopefully, your investigation will turn up dry. It's in Michigan and almost always at the same place. Might have been changed a few times. What do you think Jim?" I asked again. "Well George, It's going to cost you some big bucks due to travel. But I can find out everything there is to know by Friday. This is mostly record checking. Going back on the dates and see if anything pops up. Hope we will be able to ease your mind." Jim replied. "Thanks Jim, I'll talk with you Friday." I responded. I gave him all the information I had that might help him with his investigation and then went back to work. I have no idea why I was so worried. I've been living a decent life, no real problems to speak of. It was just one of those gut reactions and I had to dispel any questions I had. Maybe I was becoming insecure in my old age of fifty plus. Hopefully nothing would show up, but for some reason I knew better. On Friday I got a call from Jim. George, I had a few people running on this case and came across some stuff that doesn't jive. To begin with, I talked with the reunion committee and acted as a government employee explaining I needed to look at their reunion books back as far as their records show. I explained that it was an investigation for security clearance and would not be able to divulge any information to them. That it was highly classified and they were to tell no one. They could be prosecuted if found gossiping classified information. The more shit you tell people the more information they give. It's fucking unbelievable, I show them some phony ID's and they give me all thirty years worth of reunion material. Here's what I got so far, your wife has attended all six reunions. Her name was in all six sign in books. The odd part is that she had a room reserved for the first two reunions, but her name was not on any reservations the last four reunions. We figured she roomed with someone else. There is no way to tell who she stayed with. The names you gave us, her friend, Dixie and Joe, showed up for all six reunions also but had rooms for two people. So your wife didn't stay with them. The only other name you gave us was Paul Simon, he was at all six reunions also. At the first two reunions he had a room for one person, for the last four he was checked in as Mr.& Mrs Paul Simon, so we thought his wife must have attended the last four reunions with him. Her name didn't show up on any reunion registrations as a classmate or guest George, you might want to check and see if his wife really did attend. I can't do much without showing my hand and you didn't want that. Well, that's the best I can do for now, if you need me just give me a ring, I'm always available. I thanked Jim for his work and began thinking about what he had said. Things aren't turning out so great, no real facts yet but my gut knows. When I got home Dorothy was out so I listened to my bug messages. Dorothy had called Dixie again and mentioned that I still might go to the reunion, she wasn't sure what to do. Dixie said, "Just call Paul and he'll understand." I was dumbfounded, I was getting to the truth. She was going to see Paul. Her friend Dixie must be in on it also, or at least knows about it. Then the first of two bombs hit. Dorothy started crying and said, "This is my special time with Paul, I don't want to lose it, I love him so much and always have." Dixie said, "Calm down Dorothy, you're losing it." My God girl, you had his kids, what more do you want?" Dorothy said, " I know, I'm just upset, I'm sorry, I'll talk to you later." then hung up. What did she just say? I replayed it again and again. Dorothy never denied it on tape. My kids aren't my kids? Thirty-two years of raising them and now to find out they're not mine. No, this can't be, it just can't be. Maybe I misunderstood the message. No, it can't be happening. How could I not have noticed this for thirty two years. I can't face her right now, I'd kill her. I left her a note, saying I had an out of town job and would see her tomorrow. Then I told her I had a big job the day of her reunion and wouldn't be going. My life has just completely fallen apart. I needed proof about our kids, this was just too much. I remembered when the kids were all younger, Dorothy took them to the state fair. They had a special DNA booth set up for kids. For a certain amount of money you could have a DNA done on your kids. I remembered the states pushing it for identification purposes. Dorothy had it done on the kids. I remember Dot coming home yelling, "Daddy, Daddy, guess what?" George and Mike are my blood brothers. They took our blood and we're related." Dorothy then told me about the school and the state pushing the DNA identification program. I remembered looking at Dot and started laughing, saying, "That's very good to hear sweetheart, for all of us." Now I wasn't too sure. I remember putting their results in the safe. I would have to get copies made when I got back home. I decided to make a doctors appointment for myself to get a couple of things check out. I went to one of these 'Urgent Care Clinics', where I got in right away. I told the doctor I needed a sperm test to see if I should have a vasectomy. I didn't want to have it done if I didn't need to. I asked him if he could do a DNA on me also while I was there. I wasn't going to get a vasectomy, I just thought it would be a good way to get a sperm count. The doctor took the samples he needed but said it would be about a week before he would have the results. I told him that would be fine, I'd just use condoms till I got the results. We both laughed. I was going through the motions of waiting for results but I knew the truth. I decided to start planing my revenge. I had a month to get it ready. During the week I decided to start putting my revenge plan in action. If all this information I have turns out to be wrong, our family will have a nice get together. If my information is true, the shit will surely hit the fan. Our thirty-third wedding anniversary was two days after the reunion. I decided to set up a surprise for everyone. A lot of people were going to get hurt but at least the truth would finally be out. I remember Dorothy had said family could come to the 'Buffet', so I decided to call all three of my kids and invite them to a surprise party. I called George Jr. first, the oldest of our children, who is twenty-nine, and has three children of his own. I told him about the class reunion his mother was going too. That I told her I couldn't make it. I thought I would like to show up as an anniversary surprise. Have all her family there, her kids and grand kids. She wouldn't expect this of me in a million years. I would be willing to pay for his families room for the one night. I figured we didn't have to go until Saturday evening and could spend Sunday together as a family. He loved the idea of a surprise for his mother. He told me he would talk with his wife and get back to me, but thought there wouldn't be a problem. Next, I called Mike, he was twenty-four and recently married with one beautiful baby, born just six months ago. I explained the same news to him and he said he would get back with me also, but didn't see a problem. He did want to talk it over with his wife, which is always a good idea. Last but not least I called my baby girl, now 18 years old. She started college in Michigan just a month ago. I called her and told her the same story I told the boys. She was ecstatic about it. She said, "Mom will love it! I can't wait to go." I won't need a motel Dad, my dorm is only about five miles from the Ramada Inn. I can spend the evening with all of you, go to my dorm and come back the next day. No use spending the extra money. I told all three to not hint or mention anything to their mom or our plan would fall apart. God, these were great kids, why weren't they mine? I guess after the reunion I'll see if they still want to be. After I was able to get my head on straight, I was able to face Dorothy. That's when I started to look at our life in a different light. I could see there was really no love there. We had just had a marriage of convenience. She did her thing and I did mine. I had no problem acting normal. In fact I started acting like a loving husband. I wanted to give her something to think about. I told her to get dressed and I'd take her out to dinner. I complemented her, she really did look good. We had a wonderful dinner and I was as sweet to her as I could be. I even opened the car door for her. She looked at me and asked, "George, what's got into you?" I just told her I wanted to be a loving husband, whatever years we have left I want to be good ones. I don't think she bought it, but didn't question it either. I made sure she had plenty of wine, I thought I might get a hunk if she was drunk enough. When we got home she was a little tipsy. I helped her undress and decided to try and go down on her. I couldn't believe it, she just spread those legs and let me dive in. We haven't done this in years, then I mounted her and gave her everything I had. Kind of a revenge fuck, I exploded in her and she went wild. I was wondering who she was thinking of when she started coming. I thought, "Damn, this is really good, I'll have to do it a couple of more times before her reunion." Over the next couple of days nothing new was said on the phone bug. In fact she didn't say anything to Dixie about our great fuck, that was almost disappointing. Probably didn't want Dixie to know she played around on Paul by fucking her husband. I told Dorothy that we could go out again Saturday night. Why didn't she invite Dixie and Joe. We could all go out to dinner and maybe even get a little dancing in. She could practice her dance steps for her reunion (I had to put a little dig in). I listened the next day on my message bug as she was talking to Dixie. "Hi Dixie", Dorothy said, "I called to tell you that George is acting strange." "What kind of strange, asked Dixie? Well he is acting real lovey-dovey, talking real nice to me, treating me like gold, that's not like him. Do you think he suspects something? "You've got to be kidding," replied Dixie. "You cheat on your husband for thirty-two years, you have three children fathered by a former lover and you think that you're husband suspects something and will treat you like gold." I guess you're right Dixie. That doesn't exactly sound like revenge does it? Anyway, George wanted me to ask you and Joe if you would like to go out for dinner and dancing with us on Saturday? Sounds good, but doesn't sound like George. Maybe he finally feels guilty about all the times he cheated on you. A little late for penance now. Have you written that divorce letter yet? I've got it started but don't want to give it to him till I leave for the reunion. So, do you think you can keep Joe under wraps for one evening? I would hate for him to spill the beans. He is Paul's best friend. What Now? Ch. 01 Hello again, everyone! This story is Part II of my previous story, "Earning Danny," and it focuses on, and is narrated by Steven Price, Danny's closeted ex-boyfriend. If you read my first story, he needs no more introduction, but if you didn't, I suggest you do, or else a lot of this won't make much sense to you. :D Anyway, turning away from Danny and Jake's sweet love story, this one focuses more on the troubles a young guy in his senior year of high school has to go through in order to accept who he is and figure out what he wants in life. I'll try to keep it fun and sexy still, but it will be a little more realistic than the first. Hope you like it! *** CHAPTER 1 "God dammit!" I cursed under my breath as I pushed my clothes into my locker and slammed it shut. It was Monday, November 4th, the first day I went to school after the Halloween party where I accidentally outed myself in front of the whole school. Well, not the whole school, but the most important part of it. Anyone who was anyone had been at that party. That's why I skipped classes the next day. That, and the fact that I had a swollen, bloody nose. Luckily it wasn't broken. It had healed some during the weekend, now it was just a little bruised, and I had two black eyes, but even though those would be gone soon (I'm very healthy) the damage to my ego and reputation wouldn't. I sat on the bench of the locker room to finish tying my shoes and thought about all the shit that'd happened to me in the past few months. First off, moving to this city had been a complete drag. My stupid parents said I 'needed a change of scenery.' What a load of crap. It's not like moving to another town would change my gayness. Though I wasn't gay. Or, maybe... NO. No, I wasn't gay. Definitely not gay. Being caught getting a blowjob from a guy doesn't make me gay, does it? No, it makes the other guy gay, for sure, but not me. I was just horny and there wasn't a girl around. I didn't have a girlfriend. Yeah, that was definitely it. I wasn't gay. Too bad for my parents, though. My dad had to ask to get transferred from his job in Malibu to another city, and my mom had to leave all her socialite friends behind to move to stupid Cobb, California, a place I'd never even heard of, to make sure their son was 'healthy' and 'safe.' Like I said, what a load of crap. I was healthy, I was safe, it had only been a onetime thing, and I wasn't gay. The guy was a fag, he wanted it, and I was horny. It was just a matter of getting off. It's not like I was even enjoying it. I mean, I was enjoying the blowjob, it was great, but it's not like I had my eyes open or anything. I wasn't thinking about the fact that it was a guy, and I was definitely not running my hands through his hair the whole time, thinking about how hot his lips looked sliding up and down my shaft and wanting to kiss him. It was just a blowjob, and I didn't even get to finish, since my mom walked in, asking if we wanted anything to drink, and ruined the whole thing. After that, there was a lot of screaming and crying on her part, the fag ran off, and when my dad came home from work, after hearing what happened from my hysterical mother, he too started screaming and demanding an explanation. I told him it had only been a onetime thing, that it meant nothing, and that it was only because I didn't have a girlfriend, which was totally the truth, and not just what I thought he wanted to hear. Anyway, he believed me, but said we still needed to move to make sure I wasn't 'corrupted' – whatever the fuck that meant. It was two and a half months later and I was not corrupted. That thing with Danny hadn't meant anything either, it was just an experimental phase, and I was over it. Most guys go through it at some point in their lives, right? So, anyway, I ended up starting my last year of high school as 'the new guy.' I was a very social guy, so I quickly made friends and got accepted into the football team, since I'd played for my other school for the past three years, and even though I wasn't a genius, I wasn't doing bad academically. All in all, the move hadn't been a total disaster, (the new house was pretty sweet – big, with a basement I set all my workout gear, my big flat screen TV and all my videogames on and a huge pool in the back) but then I met HIM and everything changed. Meeting Daniel Morrison was both the best and the worst thing that ever happened to me. He was the best because he made me feel complete. For eighteen years I'd always felt I was looking for something I was afraid I'd never find, but he made me believe I could finally have it, and when I was with him I forgot about my mom, my dad, what they wanted for me, and I could just focus on what I wanted, which was Danny. But that was over. He was the worst because he showed me how amazing love can feel, and then he yanked it right out of my hands and gave it to that asshole Jake Moss – his arrogant idiot of a best friend who'd apparently been in love with him since forever. But, what the hell am I saying?! That wasn't love! Like I said, I was going through a phase, and I was done! Only problem was... the party last week. Everyone heard what I said and they figured out I'd been dating Danny. Fuck. I need to find a way to fix that. So far no one had said anything to me, but I'd been getting strange looks all day, people stopped talking when I walked by, and I could hear them whispering behind my back. AND, the worst of it all is how disgusting those two are. Danny and his boyfriend. He'd been showing him around like a show dog, and they wouldn't stop touching each other. The little fucker probably already let the big fucker fuck him. Gross. They're both so disgusting. If Jake wasn't so tall I'd walk right up to him and punch his smug smile off his sexy face. He's not that much taller than me, though, only one inch, (I'm 5'11'') but he looks so much bigger, and stronger. His biceps are so big, and his hairy chest, and those abs, and... Fuck! This was definitely the single worst day of my life. *** I walked out of the locker room seething. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and made a beeline to the cafeteria. It was lunch period, so maybe eating something would help me calm down. I'm never in a good mood when I'm hungry. I realized as soon as I entered the cafeteria the whole line got silent, and all heads turned in my direction. "What are you looking at?" I asked everyone in line. "Fuck off!" "Hey!" the cafeteria lady shouted. "Language!" "Sorry," I mumbled, and got in line. Everyone went back to what they were doing, and I relaxed a little. Then they walked in – hand in hand, no less. Fags. "No!" giggled Danny, that beautiful, heart-warming smile of his, but it made my blood run cold. "That's not what I said!" "Yes it is," argued Jake's low, sexy voice. "You said it last night!" Danny laughed. Again. "You're taking it out of context." Jake laughed then too, but then they both stopped all of a sudden. I hadn't looked back at them, and I didn't need to, for I knew they'd seen me, and everyone was silent again, waiting to see what would happen. Fuck that, I wasn't that hungry. *** After getting out of the lunch line, never looking back at Jake and Danny, I headed for a table where my friend Carl was sitting. "Hey, man," he said cheerily, but I could tell he didn't mean it. "Hey," I replied automatically, threw my backpack on top of the table, flopped myself down on a chair next to him and dropped my head in my hands. "So..." he said. I didn't say anything. "People are saying you were dating Danny Morrison..." I didn't answer. "... is it true?" I still didn't answer. "Dude, you can tell me if it is, I mean I won't judge you or anything if you're–" I raised my head to glare at him. "Fuck off alright?!" I realized I'd been a little too loud, and people around us had stopped talking and were looking at me. Again. "Everyone, just leave me alone! Can't I just have one second to think without you judging me?!" Everyone looked away, and they resumed their conversations. I'm sure a lot of them were about me. "Take it easy man," Carl said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "I'm not judging, I'm just trying to understand you. You can tell me if it's true. Just talk to me." I looked into his eyes and I realized he was telling the truth. He wasn't judging, he was just trying to be a friend. I also realized for the first time that Carl wasn't a bad looking guy. He was no Jake Moss, and certainly no Danny Morrison, but Carl Majors had his own thing going on. He was a big lug of a guy, a line-backer for the football team, and he was built like a tank. He wasn't handsome, per say, but he definitely wasn't ugly. Weird I hadn't noticed it before. Just as I was gonna start saying something, someone caught my attention. "Hi," said a guy standing next to me. He was holding two food trays. "My name's Ian. I noticed you didn't get your food, so I thought I'd bring you some." He was about 5'7'', real small, light skinned, slim, and he had bright red hair. "Uhm... thanks," I said, taking one of the trays from him. He took off his backpack, set it on the floor, and sat down across the table from me. "I hope you don't mind if I sit here," he said with a smile, and I shook my head. It was only fair, I figured, he'd just brought me lunch. He'd paid for it. "You didn't have to buy me lunch," I said, a little wierded out as I took a bite out of the green apple in front of me. "It's fine, really," he said, biting into his own. Carl just sat silently next to me and eyed Ian suspiciously. The three of us sat there awkwardly eating our lunches for a few minutes, when Ian spoke again. "Listen," he said, looking at me, "Steven, right?" I nodded. "I know what happened at the party last thursday, and I was thinking if you need anyone to talk to–" "Why would I talk to you about what happened?" I asked, getting defensive. Ian looked hurt for a second, but then his face relaxed again. "Because I've been there before. I know what it's like, coming out. I know you're probably scared, and–" "What? What are you talking about, I'm not scared! I'm not gay!" Again, talking too loud. "I'm not gay!" I shouted to the whole cafeteria to hear. "Settle down!" the cafeteria lady scolded me. Bitch. "I'm not gay!" I hissed at Ian, but trying not to be loud. "I don't need to talk to you, cause I'm not a fucking fag like you, so take your stupid advice and shove it up your ass!" Ian ground his teeth and got up so quickly the chair toppled over. "Fine! Suit yourself!" He hissed back at me and walked off. Fuck. Now I felt like an asshole. Even more so. "Dude... that wasn't cool," said Carl, and I just glared at him. "Fuck you," I whispered, got my backpack, and walked away from him, making sure to dump the food that stupid ginger bought me in the trash on my way out. *** The next class was the longest of my life. I couldn't focus on anything the teacher was saying, and everyone kept throwing glances at me and whispering to each other. What the fuck was I thinking yelling like that in the cafeteria?! Yelling "I'm not gay" would only make people believe that I was and was trying to hide it. They were wrong, goddammit! I wasn't gay, I really wasn't! That stupid Danny just confused me. He fucked up my head. It was his fault, he'd pushed himself into my mind with his perfect ass and gorgeous legs and made me believe I was in love, but the thing was I was just horny. Yeah, that was it. The problem was I was still a virgin. Who the fuck is still a virgin at 18?! It was ridiculous! I just needed to get laid. I needed to find a girl and fuck her. That would straighten out my mind. For sure. Problem was, how would I find a girl to fuck if they all thought I was gay now? Shit. I needed to move again. But then, how would I explain it to my parents without making them think I was gay, cause I totally wasn't, but that's not how they would see it. Fuck. I'd just have to stick it out. Show them all wrong. I just had to get a girlfriend. *** By the time the bell rang after my last period, I had a raging hard-on, thinking about that stupid Danny, and I had to take care of it, or else I'd embarrass myself walking down the hallway with a tent in my pants, so I covered it with my books and quickly walked towards the bathroom trying not to look suspicious. As soon as I got in there, I entered the last stall – the big one – dropped my backpack and books, whipped out my cock and wrapped my hand around it. Fuck, that felt good! I had a nice cock, I thought. It was nice and thick, 8'' long, and straight as an arrow (as was I). It had a nice shaped head too, wide and pointy at the end – perfect. The rest of me was pretty damn hot too. I was 5'1'', blonde, brown eyes, had a pretty nice build, broad shoulders, a six-pack, and a girl once said with a face like mine I could be a model. I was a fucking catch. Stupid Danny didn't know what he was missing. I started stroking, imagining my fingers were Danny's full pink lips sloppily slurping on my dick, like I'd tried talking him into doing just a few weeks ago. Right then, I heard the door swing open, and Danny's delectable voice filled the bathroom. "Come here," he whispered. I stopped stroking. He wasn't alone. Fuck, I hoped it wasn't – "Come on, baby," said Jake's voice, coming right in behind him. Shit. "What are we doing here?" asked Jake. "Babe, you can't do that t me in public," said Danny's sweet voice. Hold up one second... he called him "babe"?! I tried calling him that once and he acted like I'd slapped him or something. "Why not?" said the big fucker. "Because..." There was a pause. Then some light smacking noises. Goddammit, were they kissing?! Well, there went my hard-on. "Okay," Danny chuckled. "Enough. I told you, we can't do this in public. You gotta stop. Control yourself, Mr. Moss!" It was Jake's turn to chuckle. "Well, look who's talking, Mr. Morrison! I remember last night you were going to town on my dick. You were all high, slurping on it like it was a lollipop. Why the sudden shyness?" OH FUCK NO!!! I'd just been jerking off to the mere idea of it, and he got the real thing?!!! It took all the power I didn't know I had not to walk out of the stall and beat him to a pulp. The fact that I was still holding my limp dick in my hand with my pants around my ankles probably helped too. "Jake, you can't say those things in public!" Too late. I was already scarred for life. "You know I only do that for you. Only you make me crazy like that. I'll do and say anything you want when we're alone, but that's only for you. In public we need to control ourselves. You know, Rachel won't stop making fun of me as it is, she says you look at me like you're starving and I'm a steak." They both laughed. "Well, she's right about that. You're my juicy, tasty, delicious piece of meat, and I'm starving for you." More smacking sounds. By this point I wasn't even listening anymore, I just went to my happy place, until eventually I realized there were no more sounds, and I was alone again. There was no way in hell I would be able to get off after that, so I just pulled my pants up, grabbed my things and walked out. I had to hurry if I wanted to catch the bus. My parents had taken my car, and they said I wouldn't get it back until I 'earned it,' so it was either the shitty school bus or walking home. Whatever did they mean with 'earning it' anyway? I was a good son. I always did as I was told, I got good grades, I never got in trouble, the only reason I was even playing football was because it was dad's favorite sport... I guess they meant when I brought home a girlfriend, so they'd know I wasn't 'corrupted.' Whatever. I was gonna do that anyway. I'd show them all. I was so distracted by my internal rant that I didn't see the guy in front of me until I ran right into him. "Hey, watch it!" he said, swinging around to face me. Shit. Ian. He recognized me too, and his hazel eyes widened. Damn, that was a pretty color. It went well with his red hair too. "Sorry," I mumbled, too shocked to say anything else. His face scrunched up. "Whatever." He turned back around and started walking again. "Wait!" I called after him. He stopped, but didn't turn around. "I mean it. I'm sorry... about what I said to you during lunch." I saw him take a deep breath, and then his shoulders sagged and he turned towards me. "Sure, thanks. I gotta catch the bus. Later." "Wait!" I ran and stepped in front of him. I don't know why, but I didn't want him to leave. I felt like I owed him a real apology. "What?" he said with a raised eyebrow. Is it weird that I noticed it was a very manicured eyebrow? And I noticed for the first time how neatly styled his hair was too, combed to the side, and I could see a bit of brown in his roots. Apparently he wasn't a real ginger. His face was so pretty, though. With his big hazel eyes. Slapping myself mentally for that comment, I came back to the conversation at hand. "I'm sorry," I said. "It's just that you caught me completely off guard back there, and, like I said, I'm not a fag, so –" "What?!" he burst. Fuck, he was even prettier angry. There was a fire in his eyes. "Are you fucking kidding me?! Is this your idea of an apology? You're a fucking closet case, you know that? Get your confused little ass out of my way and don't talk to me again, alright?! This is what I get for trying to help a sexually confused dumb jock. " The last he said more to himself than me, but it still hurt. I wasn't dumb, and I wasn't confused. "Why are you still in front of me?" he demanded. "Get the fuck away!" He put both his small hands on my chest and, tried, to push me away, but, (I have no idea why) I grabbed him by the wrists, pulled him into me and kissed him. Hard. When I pulled away, he was stone-still, frozen in place with his big eyes looking at me like I was an alien. "What the hell?" he whispered. I hung my head. "I don't know why I did that. I'm sorry." We both stood there not knowing what to say for a few seconds, until I remembered the bus. "Guess we should both get going before the bus leaves, right?" I asked, not looking into his eyes. "It already left," he calmly said, and his voice sounded different. I looked up to see his face and noticed he was looking at me like I was a foreign animal and he was trying to figure me out. "I was trying to help you," he said. "Back there, during lunch. I wanted to talk to you, help you through this, but I get the feeling you're not the talking-things-through type of guy, are you?" I shook my head no, and he nodded. "Thought so. We both missed the bus already, so why don't you come with me for a second? I wanna show you something. It might help you decide." I silently nodded and started walking behind him, until I saw we were heading towards the bathroom. "What are we doing here?" "Just get in," he said, and I did. He went in behind me and locked the door. "Uhm..." I said, but then he pushed me against the wall and leveled me with his gaze. I was much taller than him, 5'11'' against 5'7'', and he was pretty slim, but all of a sudden he was in charge. His eyes wouldn't leave mine, and I felt really exposed. Naked. Then, without his eyes leaving mine, Ian started undoing my jeans. "Dude, what are you doing?" I whispered. He put his index finger to his mouth. "Shhh," he said, and then put that same finger to my lips. Fuck, that was sexy. "Don't think. Just feel." What Now? Ch. 01 Then my dick was in his hand, his soft, delicate hand, and it was harder than granite. I closed my eyes and whimpered. Yes, I fucking whimpered. I hadn't been touched by anyone but myself since the blowjob than landed me in this shithole town, and that had been over three months ago. Danny never did as much as rub me through my pants. "Fuck!" I whispered. "Not today," Ian said, and my eyes snapped open. What?! He was smirking, and as I looked at him, he slowly, sexily, lowered himself onto his knees, and he gave my dick one long, slow lick from base to tip. "Oh god!" He smirked. He took the head in his mouth. My knees trembled. "Shit!" He slobbered all over the head of my dick, covering it in his spit, and then he started sinking it into his throat. Fuck, this kid was talented! He took me all the way to the base in one slow motion, and I'm pretty sure if everyone hadn't left yet, they all would've heard me scream out in pleasure. *** Ten minutes and the best blowjob in the history of humanity later, I walked out of the bathroom, wobbling on week knees, and a cocky looking Ian walked out behind me. Once we were at the school gates and realized we were walking in different directions, I finally spoke. "So... what now?" Ian smiled. "It's up to you." He turned away and left, and as I stared at his retreating (very nice looking) ass, I was more confused than ever. What Now? Ch. 01 Dear Readers, Have had a lot of computer trouble of late which has led to about 3 months of downtime. However, things are back up and running. Here find the next installment in the Lyssa and Emmett saga. Enjoy, KemMyst ****** Stephanie woke, feeling chilled. There had been a cold snap and they had left a couple of the windows open. But, normally, their combined body heat kept them comfortable. Had he left their bed again? She reached over and contacted flesh. But it felt wrong, cool. She felt of his chest, listened for his heartbeat. No pulse. No breathing. Her stomach flipped. [Healer! Beta! Help me!] The call would rouse the entire pack. She ran for the bathroom and lost the entire contents of her stomach. Sampson burst in, followed shortly thereafter by Sharilyn. Sampson dropped to his knees and howled. He could smell it. Sharilyn swallowed and checked Calvin, then went to check on the Alpha female. Calvin Ross, Alpha of Ross pack, was dead. Stephanie sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her mate's carcass. He was dead, it was nothing more than that now. The healer had left and the Beta was keeping the other wolves away. Questions, however, came in. She didn't answer any of them. The Madam Alpha didn't seem to want to leave her mate's side anytime soon so Sampson decided he had to start arrangements. [Edward, Paul, please prepare a pyre for our Alpha.] [Yes, Beta.] [Of course, Beta.] Next would be the phone calls. [Madam Alpha, would you like me to start calling the other Alphas?] Three breaths before she turned to look at him. Jade green eyes held his gaze briefly before turning back to her mate's body. She practically whispered her answer. "Yes." Sampson started with the Wyeth pack, whom they were closest to. --- Randall Wyeth put down the receiver and dropped his head. The red-haired female in the room looked at him. "Ran? Mate? What's happened?" The lives of the packs had been turned upside down. It was two months prior the people in the area had found out about werewolves. Now, their oldest leader was dead. His successor was his mate and would be the first female to lead a pack. If she could keep them together. If she survived long enough. But, first, the would see their friend off. He swallowed, inhaled, blew out the breath. "Ran?" Ariel was growing concerned at her mate's lack of response. "Cal's dead." "Oh, poor Stephanie." "She's going to have a difficult time of it." "It would have been hard before, now, with everyone watching?" "What will the humans think? What will they see?" "Perhaps we can help her, provide some support." "However she'll let us." [Wolves of Wyeth, please gather in one half hour.] Emmett and Lyssa appeared in the Alpha's office pretty quickly. Madeline showed up a little later, hands covered in dirt. The garden was being planted. Her mate, Erich, was out patrolling. "The Alpha Ross has died." Sounds of acknowledgement and dismay were heard. "Madam Beta, would you please inform our second Beta?" Lyssa nodded. [Erich...] A small dark brown pup with silver-tipped fur jostled her as he ran by. Emmett scooped up his son. [Erich, Alpha Ross has died.] Lyssa was the only wolf in the packs capable of broadcasting far enough to reach the other packs or those in their own pack who were beyond the den. Erich would be returning to the den now. They all had to be on the Ross range at sundown. --- The Alphas and Betas, minus one, gathered at the balcony. The pack was gathered below in the front hall. The mood was anticipatory, as they were only called like this for announcements of one type or another. Some speculated as to the reason - a human attack, perhaps? Natalie's pup was squalling. She brought him to a breast to quiet him. "My pack, I bring you sad news. The Alpha Ross has died." There were sounds of sympathy and a couple of howls from wolves who had originally been Ross pack. "In light of the recent resolution, our old packmate, the Madam Alpha, is now Alpha Ross." The passage of that resolution wasn't fully supported, nor was the one before it. Some of the pack growled lightly, some murmured. "At this time, my pack, we must avoid dissension. We need to maintain a united front with the other packs. The resolution was clear and was passed." Later that afternoon, six wolves from Wyeth went to the Ross den. There they joined the Alphas and Betas of the other packs. Clothes were shed as soon as the visitors disembarked. Members of the Ross pack ranged to one side of the bier that held the body of the Calvin Ross. Stephanie Ross, the new Alpha Ross, stood near the head. The Ross Betas, Sampson and Amanda, were just behind her. The other Alphas and Betas stood opposite the Ross pack members. Some nodded to each other and a couple of silent words were exchanged. The requisite lit torches stood close at hand. As the light faded, Stephanie continued to stare grimly at her mate's body. Several wolves began to fidget. Sampson sighed and walked over to one of the torches. As he touched it a snarl ripped from his Alpha's throat. He quickly snatched his hand away. A startled whimper, fearful, came from one side, from a blue-eyed, blond wolf. It was another minute or two, when shadows covered his face, that she finally moved. She grabbed the torch closest to her and thrust it into the wood below his head. She didn't move back as the flames licked and grew. Some saw her lips move but no one heard what she said. "You bastard," she whispered, "you left me with this at the worst possible time. I can't do this alone, you son of a bitch." As the flames reached his hair a howl rose from the pack. After a second, the others joined in. Long, and mournful, the sound rose in the spring evening as the flames continued to grow. Any human looking at the scene would find it both bizarre and macabre. Five dozen or so naked people watching a body burn as it got darker. This would be their first death since their discovery by humans. Once this death was registered with the human authorities they would likely want to witness some of their funerals. Stephanie finally stepped back as some of the younger wolves began to drift away. Sampson watched the others, as well as his Alpha, who appeared to be oblivious to anything but the fire's work. The collapse of the bier generally released the attendants to return to duties or other pursuits. The pack members began to move off and some of the Alphas also turned to leave. The new Alpha of Ross suddenly took notice of her surroundings. [Alpha Wyeth?] [Yes, Alpha Ross?] [I would like to come to Wyeth tomorrow, if you will let me. I wish to consult with your healer.] [Is there a problem with your healer? Are you ill?] [I don't want to start rumors if there's no problem.] Randall hesitated for a moment. This was not good. [Of course, Stephanie.] The new Ross Alpha stood by the burning pile, then the embers, until late into the night. Sampson stood by, watching her. She had refused food this day and he was worried about what she might do. He couldn't force her to live for the good of the pack. Things were very volatile right now. Tobias would have already made a move, if he had lived. She finally moved at full dark, going back to the den, into the Alpha suite, where she fell into bed... --- Lyssa was off again to visit the packs' lawyer. They had been very busy. The local authorities were having regular meetings with her, as the representative of the packs. They were at a bit of a loss as how to deal with supernatural creatures. Thankfully, they had been able to head off the first, fearful response. There had been talk of rounding them all up but common sense prevailed; that the packs had been around for years without trouble. Or much. Lyssa had also had to deal with the circumstances of her disappearance from the human world. From when she had joined the pack and mated Emmett. She'd simply not shown up for work one day; dropped off the grid. Her house had been burned to the ground by a vengeful ex-boyfriend. The man her own son, in furred form, had bitten on the Day of Discovery. That was the day that three of their kind had shifted to wolf, or intermediate form, in the presence of humans. The day that humans had learned of their existence. There were creditors after her and Ronnie, the ex-boyfriend, was suing her. The police, of course, had wanted to know why she had disappeared. Their first thought had been that Ronnie had killed her, then burned her house. Or vice versa. Then, when she was found alive, they thought that she might have been abducted. After all, there had been several recent incidents of women found after years in captivity. She had assured them that that was not the case. She had tried to take out her frustrations in the circle and her sparring partners were the worse for wear. Madeline had ended up with a nasty scar across her chest. --- Stephanie arrived midmorning, driven by one of the Ross wolves. She had told Trevor, as they travelled, that she was going to have to learn to drive. She has always resisted while Calvin was alive. She was greeted by the Wyeth Alphas and they went to the Alpha suite. Stephanie was uneasy; the full weight of what had happened hadn't hit her yet. "Your first priority must be to take control of the pack. Transition unsettles them; they need stability." Stephanie showed annoyance in her answer. "I know." "You have limited experience as Alpha; I'm trying to advise you." "That's not why I'm here. I need to know if I have to plan for a few months or years." Both Randall and Ariel examined her, Ariel a bit more closely. She seemed healthy; her color was good. What was amiss? "As you wish." "Before Natalie arrives, I need your assurance that no one will know until I choose to reveal the problem." "Are you sure you don't want Foster's healer?" The Foster's healer was a certified M.D. She shook her head. "And Natalie, not Wade?" She nodded. "She will be bringing her pup with her." "Fine." Natalie came upstairs, confused, carrying her son. She stood in the room with the pup squirming in her arms. "Natalie, you will not divulge anything you discover in this room." Her eyes went wide. "Alpha?" "Do you understand?" She swallowed. "Yes, Alpha." "The Alpha Ross wishes to discuss some medical concerns with you." She then whipped around to look at Stephanie. "Me, Alpha?" After a moment or two, she composed herself. "Please, Alpha Ross, what are your symptoms?" "Mostly, I'm tired. Sometimes, I'm nauseous." Natalie's eyes cut to Ariel's and the two women exchanged a look. Natalie turned slowly back to Stephanie "Madam Alpha, when was your last heat?" All the blood drained from Stephanie's face. "No. No, I can't be." Natalie approached her slowly, passing her pup to Ariel. She indicated Stephanie's abdomen. "May I?" Stephanie backed away. "It's impossible." Randall spoke. "Alpha Ross, you have managed the impossible a few times in the past few years." Natalie pressed her ear to Stephanie's stomach. She listened for a few moments, then straightened.. Seeing the look on the Ross Alpha's face, she gave Stephanie a sad smile. "Selene," she dropped her head into her hands, "why did he have to die now?" She then picked her head up, looked at Randall, and the volume of her voice rose. "Why did he do this to me?" Ariel passed little Hugh back to his mother. "Thank you, Natalie." Natalie left, closing the door behind her. Ariel moved closer. "Stephanie, when was your last heat?" Suddenly recognizing her old Madam Alpha, she blurted. "I want it gone." "Stephanie, you don't mean that." Ariel made motions to shoo her mate from the room. She needed, right now, to focus all her attention on the new Ross Alpha. Stephanie's fight or flight response was tipping toward flight. Under scrutiny of humans, they couldn't afford to have an Alpha go wild. "Stephanie, sit." Ariel had been her Madam Alpha most of her life. Automatically, she obeyed. However, she startled as Ariel sat beside her. They sat, quietly, for a few minutes. Ariel listened to her heart rate, heard it start to slow. Randall had slipped out. "Stephanie, what would Calvin say?" "He's dead. He won't say anything." "Stephanie," Ariel reproached. "He'd be thrilled. But, Madam Alpha, it's one thing too many." "Stephanie, you can call me Ariel." Ariel gave her a pointed look. Stephanie had no answer to that. "What have you eaten today?" Stephanie shrugged. "Did you eat yesterday?" She shook her head. "If you don't eat, you'll lose the pup. You could be killed if you get weak and are challenged." Stephanie huffed. "What sounds good to eat? Venison? Beef?" No reply. "Bacon? Eggs? Cheese?" "Pork sausage?" Ariel watched quietly as Stephanie ate about a dozen sausage patties and half a loaf of bread. She didn't offer advice or any of her experiences with her pregnancies. Since Stephanie was still unsure of her course of action, Ariel would not press but would answer, if asked. Stephanie didn't ask. A frantic call came to Wyeth den. "Madam Alpha! Uh, Alpha. Please, they're attacking him." Stephanie drew a deep, ragged breath. "Who's attacking Sampson?" "They're challenging him for Alpha!" A growl of rage ripped from her throat. "Coming." [Trevor, bring the car. We're returning, quickly.] [Yes, Alpha.] Just before they reached the gate, Stephanie ripped off her clothing. Trevor, as commanded, sped across the grounds toward the circle. When the car's tires spun, digging into the moist earth, she ripped the door open and jumped out. She raced to the top of the bowl that was their circle and snarled. [I am your Alpha! You fight me!] Stephanie leapt down, knocking Paul off Sampson as the two wolves remained locked in combat. She stood over Paul, teeth at his throat. She growled. [Do you challenge me?] Stephanie could feel the movement of air through his windpipe. Four breaths. Five. [Yes.] She backed off, releasing him. [I will be sorry to lose you.] Sampson moved off to one side while the two wolves squared off. He bled in a couple of spots, slashes and bite marks. Edward stood apart from the others, but for Sharilyn, who was tending to his arm. Paul shifted to intermediate form and Stephanie followed. He slashed; she twisted. He moved forward; she backed. Sampson was confused and a bit alarmed. Stephanie was generally an aggressive fighter. What was she doing? Did she mean to die, to follow her mate? It had happened before. Paul could handle the business and logistics end of things; he wasn't strong enough to hold leadership. Paul pressed the fight and slashed her hip. The pack howled at her blood. Sampson watched as she swiped at him ineffectually. What was going on? He knew better than to ask, for fear of distracting her. He kept watching, worried, and he noticed her concentration shift. Then she went after him. Focused. Confident. She took the offensive and, fairly quickly, threw him off. Stephanie raked claws down the side of Paul's face and three gashes were opened from brow to chin. He roared in pain as his blood flowed down his lightly furred face. An inch to one side and he would have been blinded in that eye. He twisted away and she whirled, dropping and sweeping his legs out from under him. She then settled on top of him. As he reached for her, she grabbed his wrists and forced them to the ground beside his shoulders. She leaned down and put her teeth to his neck, again. He went still. The pack watched, waiting for his lifeblood to flow. And waited. Paul fidgeted. [Do it.] [Enough of our pack have died. Submit.] Stephanie broadcast to the whole pack, not just him. They waited for him to decide. A slight trickle of blood ran down the side of his neck as she shifted her grip on him. The pack sighed. He ground his teeth. [I submit... my Alpha.] She stood and put a foot on his chest to keep him from rising. Stephanie looked around her. At the pack. Her pack. Most dropped their eyes quickly. She took note of those who didn't, as did her Betas. Her voice had the unused quality associated with her elongated face. It was generally easier for them to send than speak in intermediate form. "Who else wants to challenge me? Who else challenges their Alpha?" Paul scrambled away as she turned. After completing a full circle, the Alpha of Ross pack stood, naked, barefoot, and a bit dirty, with blood running down her hip as well as that on her mouth and claws. She stood in the Ross circle, threw her head back and, with her fists out to each side, howled. Sampson also howled, followed by Amanda. Shortly thereafter, the others followed. And, as one, the Ross pack sang to the midday sky. Stephanie was angry, frustrated, and overwhelmed. She brought her head back down, shifted to human, and turned another circle. In the most commanding voice she could muster, she asked, "Who am I?" Some pack members looked at each other. A split second before Sampson stepped forward, Phil fell to his knees and said, "My Alpha." Sampson echoed him. She turned again. Sharilyn and Amanda said, "Alpha.", and the rest of the pack followed. They were hers. "We are Ross. This is our pack." She heard the little bit of grumbling from a couple of the males and a female as she strode back to the den. She made sure of her footing on the muddy lawn as slipping now would negate what she had just done. [Alpha, we need to talk.] [The office. 15 minutes.] Stephanie went to the Alpha suite, showered, and threw on a t-shirt and a pair of chinos. Then she started pacing. She moved to the office when she heard Sampson come down the hall. Sampson closed the door behind them and turned to his Alpha. He did not look her directly in the eyes as that was considered a challenge and, this soon after battle, she could easily attack him. "My Alpha, may I speak plainly?" "You are Beta. It is your job." He wondered if he would ever have the rapport with her that he had had with her mate. She had always addressed him formally. "The female Wyeth healer was called to the office while you met with the Alphas. You favored your abdomen during the fight. I need to know how ill you are." "I'm not .. ill." The hesitation was important, he knew, but he didn't have time to puzzle it out. "Alpha," he exhaled in irritation, "in order to help you, in order to help this pack, in order to prepare, I need to know what's wrong. I need to know how long we have." Stephanie began pacing. Sampson watched her make two circuits. "Alpha!" That brought her up short. "Calvin Ross left a pup in my belly." Sampson stood, openmouthed, his next words stolen by the revelation. She glanced at him, then away. "Exactly. Damn Calvin Ross. He died, made me Alpha, and gave me a pup, all at the same time. As if the first two weren't enough." Sampson gained back enough sense to ask another question. "Did Cal..?" She shook her head before he could finish. "He never said anything." Sampson knew his friend and Alpha had died, unknowing. It was a sad thing and, like Cal's death, hurt his heart. For him. For her. For the pup. Unless... "Madam.." he swallowed, "my Alpha, I know it is not my place to encourage you one way or the other but I will remind you that you carry the Alpha heir and will have a clear line of succession. I'm assuming you haven't taken steps to end your pregnancy." "No. At least. Not yet." Sampson swallowed; this was the moment to tread carefully. "My Alpha..." "I've already been challenged. It's barely been a day." "You've asserted your dominance over the pack. They are with you." What Now? Ch. 01 "Today. What about a month from now? Or two? I won't be able to fight." "Alpha." He inhaled. "Stephanie." A light growl left her lips at his use of her name, but he continued on. "When you reveal you're carrying Cal's pup the attacks will stop. The pack will protect both you, and the pup. Anyone, within or without, who threatens you, will be torn apart by the others." Three breaths, four. "Leave me." "Alpha." Sampson left the room. [My Alpha.] It was Paul. She huffed. [Yes, Paul.] [We need to address the transfer of assets.] ------ Lyssa was in court, with Emmett by her side. The Wyeth Alphas had decreed that, to minimize their exposure, he would be the only pack member there to support her. Ronnie was suing her for defamation and emotional distress. And, not only was Emmett her mate, he was also a witness. He had been there, in wolven form, when she had thrown Ronnie out and he had returned to harass and attack her. Some of their old friends were also there to testify. They stared daggers at Lyssa. There were also a couple of young women there. Her lawyer had found a couple of his ex-girlfriends. ------ Nathan was still on desk duty. He had healed from his wounds, thankfully, but, while they were looking for the men who had shot him, the police force was much more interested in him. His cousins were on administrative leave as anyone Severn was suspect. They were being investigated. Internal affairs was reviewing their cases and a couple of them had been there for a couple of decades. Thus far they had found nothing unusual. There had been complaints of police brutality but no evidence of excessive force had been found. The couple of instances of weapon's discharge had been found justified. A second review of the incidents reiterated the conclusions. So, after looking at the big things, they were down to reviewing old police reports and were running out of steam. A couple of the humans on the force complained that they had been denied promotions because the wolves had an unfair advantage. The highest level of scrutiny was for an incident involving the death of one of the Severn wolves in the line of duty. It had been a dozen years prior but the interest level was high. The result wasn't a complete surprise, however, Andrew Severn had been shot in the head. Fortunately for the members of Severn pack, they had good service records and the detectives had closed an impressive number of cases. Also, they made up a good portion of the local police force. As Nathan's spouse, Joanna had found herself under heavy scrutiny herself. With all the whispers and stares, she had had enough and had dropped out of school. She was now at loose ends. --- Patrols of the packs' range had changed. Whereas before they had run outside edges of their ranges as wolves, they now walked or ran their circuits in human form. The size of the ranges meant they included public roads. Because there were roads, there were curious people with cell phones and cameras. Some people had actually camped outside the gates of Severn and Wyeth. Some held signs that said things like 'Humans first' or 'Monsters live here'. Some of their suppliers backed out of contracts saying they were invalid because they weren't human. To those who supplied meat, however, the packs were the bulk of their revenue. The contracts remained, but prices went up. While they had the lawyers threaten to sue for discrimination, the packs were also working with some local, district and state politicians to see if they could be included in the listing of groups that could be targets of hate crimes. That way discrimination against them would be considered a crime. As a large block of potential voters, they held some sway. Exposes and you-tube videos were posted, most not worth the bandwidth they took up. Some were grainy videos of actual wolves and most were posted for titillation of the masses. People were keeping children and pets indoors and were keeping particularly tight rein on their daughters. Unfortunately, if only for the attention, some female was bound to say she'd been attacked and ravished by a wolf. Lyssa worried about Emmett because of his distinctive coloring. And, while they all had birth certificates and most had social security numbers, licenses and deeds to property, officials were insisting on inspecting the properties - afraid of captives, torture, or mistreatment of livestock. In addition to sparring, they began to practice pegging rocks at airborne targets. Guns were few in any pack other than Severn; they certainly didn't need them to hunt, and they had little chance now of getting any. But you could pitch a decent-sized rock at one of those little flying drones and bring it down. Emmanuel, as a minor, was shielded from most of the furor. He knew the adults were worried and that things had changed but not why or what to do. Emmaline was in a tizzy and had begun to spend time in the bunker. Emmanuel would curl up with her and they'd comfort each other to sleep. His father had told him not to go to the cottage alone. It was too far for someone to come if he ran into trouble, especially since he couldn't send. Everyone chafed at the restrictions. It was spring and a great time to go out and run. ----- Lyssa sat heavily in the first chair she came across and scrubbed her hands over her face. She then tipped her head back against the back of the chair and closed her eyes, heaving a big sigh. Emmett quietly walked up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. After a couple of minutes, she raised a hand to place it on one of those on her shoulder. She then opened her eyes and looked up into her mate's concerned face. "Guess we should go talk to the Alphas, huh?" "Yes, dear heart, we should." She rose with another sigh. He laced his fingers with hers and they went in search of the Wyeth Alphas. The judge had dismissed the defamation suit since it was difficult to impugn the reputation of a man who had hit a dog with a crowbar, blackened a girlfriend's eye, and torched a house. The judge also, grudgingly, acceded to the fact that the police couldn't protect everyone and that women who had taken out restraining orders were sometimes still killed by spurned partners. He believed that the potential for violence gave her reason to hide. However, Ronnie was awarded a settlement for emotional distress. His arm held a scar where Emmanuel had bitten him and he still feared he could turn into 'one of them'. Emmanuel had been in wolf form when he delivered the bite; the young typically only used wolf or human form. And all the humans that had been changed were bitten when the wolf was in intermediate form. Something about the duality of that form imparted the ability to make the transition from human. The settlement amount was substantial and would eat into the pack's finances. ---- Lorelei had had an interesting reaction to Thomas' change. She was taken aback for a few seconds and he watched her face carefully. He expected fear, screaming, and stepped back to flee when she smiled, said, "Cool," and stepped forward to touch him. "Glad I'm not allergic," she murmured. Their fur was short in the intermediate form and better resembled the undercoat. Therefore, it was quite soft. They had fucked while he was in that form and she had enjoyed the feeling of his fur against her skin. Unfortunately, they didn't know if he could make her pregnant, so he still had to wear the hated condom. She had then asked questions, while running her fingers through his fur. He had put her off, telling her she couldn't tell anyone or he wouldn't be allowed back. He did answer one question as he fell into a postcoital doze. "Does your family know you're a werewolf?" "'Course." When they woke from their sated sleep, however, his admonition seemed moot. The airwaves were filled with reports of a police officer turning into a wolfman, including a grainy, jerky video. And a small child (between the name and picture they weren't sure of its sex) talking about a little boy changing into a dog. She turned to him, mouth open. "Do I still have to keep it a secret?" He turned to her, back in his human form, and took her lower lip in his teeth while tugging at the ring in her nipple. "Yes." She groaned. "MMmm. OK." Lorelei realized Thomas was right a couple of days later. Although she regaled her girlfriends regularly with some tales of her sexual exploits and she almost burst to tell someone her secret, the world had gone a bit mad. There were threats of violence, of rounding them up, of locking them up. And worse. An ebay auction for a werewolf skin got into the tens of thousands before it was pulled from the site. Of course, there was no indication the person behind it actually had one. Lycanthrophiles protested against lycanthrophobes. Taunts grew to pushing, shoving, and punches. A young woman ended up with a knife wound. So, she kept quiet. And enjoyed the benefits of fucking a werewolf. --- Sharilyn, healer of the Ross pack, scoured the records of her Madam Alpha, her Alpha. Looking over her injuries, the reports of her heats, and the eating diaries that Derek had started for her. Her Alpha's heats were irregular and they were trying to find a means to predict them. She'd heard the Alpha had seen the Wyeth's healer and was irked that her own Alpha had not come to her. She was trying to figure out what was wrong. Finally, she snapped shut the files; she'd had enough. [Alpha!] [Healer. What is it?] [I need to speak with you.] [Is your need urgent?] Sharilyn's conviction faltered somewhat. [Umm, no.] [I'll find you later.] [Of course, Alpha.] There was a lot of paperwork involved in changing the ownership of the pack's assets into her name. As a matter of course, she also had to establish beneficiaries. Stephanie named Sampson to most, Amanda to others. She worried the pen, growled at everyone. After four hours, she could stand it no longer. She called a halt and ran outside. Sampson sent Mathias to shadow her. As their Alpha, and pregnant, she needed to be protected with the current tumult. Of course, she could take care of herself. Without Calvin, she was the pack's best fighter, but people, humans, could be out there with guns. Or worse. Stephanie ran, zigzagging across the range. She ran from her responsibility. She ran to take stock of her body. And she ran just to run. Silent feet trod spring grasses, old leaves. Small, soft green leaves brushed her coat. She inhaled. Prey. She brought down a rabbit after a brief chase and quickly ripped into the carcass. Warm flesh. Warm blood. It tasted so good. Stephanie licked the blood from her muzzle and curled up in the sun. Mathias stood watch nearby and reported the location and condition of their Alpha. Dinner she decided to have in the Alpha suite. She was in no mood to have all of them stare at her. She sent the steak back, twice. The third time it came back thick, warm, and bloody. That, she ate with relish. Sharilyn came to the suite that evening and knocked. "M.. Alpha, I must speak with you." Stephanie did not look forward to this conversation but it wouldn't be any better if she waited. She couldn't put it off forever. She thought of some of the things Calvin had done, things he had taught her without her knowing. Sharilyn would be upset she hadn't been consulted would also tell her to keep the pup. What Sampson had said made sense but... Sharilyn waited and was about ready to give up and talk to the Beta when Stephanie called out. "Enter." She screwed up her courage, squared her shoulders, and walked in. "Alpha, I understand you saw Wyeth's healer while..." "I'm having a pup." Sharilyn stopped dead. "Alpha?" "I'm. Having. A pup." "That's wonderful." Sharilyn looked to her Alpha, who did not look particularly pleased. Her voice softened. "But it is, Alpha. Another pup for the pack. An heir to Alpha. The pack will be pleased. It's too bad..." Sharilyn stopped, seeing the look on Stephanie's face. "I'm sorry, Alpha. May I examine you?" Stephanie sighed. "Can you do it here?" 'It won't be complete, but yes." Stephanie disrobed. "I want this kept secret." "No one else knows?" "Sampson." "It will be good for pack morale. On the bed, please, Alpha." Stephanie laid back and gritted her teeth as she was poked and prodded. Sharilyn hummed and felt and examined her lower body with more intensity. A growl crawled up her throat. "I'm sorry, Alpha, but with your history, I want to be sure you won't be harmed by carrying your pup and that you will be able to support him as he grows." "Him?" "Just an expression, Alpha. All but one of Sabine's pregnancies were male pups. She had so much trouble keeping a pregnancy. We took to keeping her in bed." "I can't do that." "Alpha." Sharilyn exhaled and stood. "You will if it's needed to bring your pup to term." She walked into the bathroom and washed her hands. "I would like to do a proper exam but everything looks fine. Let me know if there is any bleeding." Stephanie swallowed. "Of course." --- Sampson and Phil had been moved into a larger space, displacing a pair of the pack's younger males. Phil was waiting for Sampson to come to bed. He was worrying the seam on the edge of the chair. And he was worried for Sampson. The challenges of the day before scared him and he wasn't sure it wouldn't happen again. The pack was unsettled, upset. They were the only pack led by a female, and, for some, a female who had been an Omega only a couple of years prior. Sampson finally walked in, looking very preoccupied. He sat heavily in the other chair, put his head against the back of the chair, and sighed. He felt Phil move around behind him. Fingers gently stroked his temples, then dropped to knead his shoulders. "What is it? What's wrong?" "I can't say. She told me not to tell anyone." There were only a couple of 'shes' who could do that. Most likely would be their Alpha. "The Alpha, something's wrong?" "No. Not exactly." He caught himself. "I told you I can't say." "OK. But shouldn't the pack know?" Sampson sat upright. "Drop it!" he growled. Phil tensed at the growl but forced himself to relax and circled to the front of the chair. He half-whispered. "OK. Can I pick something else up, then?" He smiled, kneeling before Sampson. He ran his hand, slowly, up Sampson's thigh. Sampson sucked in a breath. "That won't solve anything." "But you'll sleep, instead of worrying." Sampson looked into those blue eyes, framed with blond curls, looking up at him with concern. "I'm sorry I've been out of sorts." "Ah, my Beta, let me take care of you." Phil got up, leaned forward, and kissed him. [Beta, get naked.] Though Sampson was the pack's Beta, in the bedroom Phil was more forward, more dominant. While one hand cupped the back of Sampson's head, deepening the kiss, the other was roaming his body, working down his chest to the bulge that had formed in his pants. Sampson exhaled. [Can't get naked this way.] Phil chuckled against his lips. [I could manage something.] Sampson's hands went to Phil's shoulders and he pushed, gently. Phil pulled at Sampson's lower lip as he moved back. And Sampson rose, looking up slightly at the younger male. Phil was a couple of inches taller. While keeping eye contact, he dragged his shirt over his head. Phil had a slight smile on his face at the sight and smell of his mate. And he licked his lips at what would come next. His eyes followed the two strong hands to the waistband and held his breath as the button was released and the fly unzipped. His voice was a whisper, "Slowly." At that one quiet word Sampson's attention shifted away from the cares of the pack to the young male he now shared his life with. With a slight smile, Sampson turned and began to push the pants off his hips. Phil bit his lip. "Leave the shorts." Sampson bent down. Phil sucked in a breath at his view of his mate's ass, muscles flexing as Sampson removed shoes and socks. Phil had gotten him, finally, to wear something other than tighty whities, though he still hadn't worn the red yet Sampson's hips were covered in blue. Phil stepped forward, placed a kiss between his shoulder blades as Sampson straightened, and slid his arms around the older male's body. One hand moved up, to tweak a nipple, while the other slid down to flirt with the waistband of those shorts. Sampson closed his eyes as his heart began to race. He felt the hands, felt the firmness of the shaft behind him. Sampson's hand reached for any part of Phil he could get to. Thigh. Hip. Shoulder. He got ahold of Phil's hair and dragged his face down for a kiss. Their mouths were hungry, questing. Then, a nip, a touch of the tongue, warm breath, lips on skin, fingers searching. And the scent. They were enveloped by each other's smell. Their bodies filmed with sweat, particularly where they were skin to skin. Other fluids rose as well. Pre-cum welled from the stiffened lengths of both. Sampson pushed back against Phil's hardened staff. And Phil ground himself into Sampson's ass, groaning. Phil pulled away a bit and shucked his pants, grasped the waist band of Sampson's shorts with his teeth and dragged backwards. It was an interesting idea but didn't quite work, the front snagging on the head of Sampson's cock. So, Phil reached out, sliding his hands inside the shorts, lightly stroking Sampson's length before pulling those blue shorts off. Sampson got his knees under him as Phil slid forward, the front of his shaft moving up the cleft in Sampson's ass. After a couple more light thrusts Phil covered his cock in saliva and began pushing in, groaning as he did so. Sampson exhaled. Phil stroked him while moving slowly in and out. He tightened his grip slightly and Sampson began thrusting into his hands. As he pulled back, he drove Phil deeper. It wasn't too long before Sampson groaned and stiffened, shuddering. Phil gave him a few seconds of recovery before grasping Sampson's hips and beginning to pound. Phil unleashed his torrent and collapsed, kissing the side of Sampson's head. "Mm, love you." --- Madeline was nestled against Erich's side. She had been clingy, edgy, worried. It was the height of planting season and, though the gardens weren't far from the back of the house, she had resisted going out without two or three males. And, still, any noise had her whirling, cringing. He had no idea how to help her and, unfortunately, had too much to do himself right now. Erich was both a Beta and Wyeth's best tracker and, as a consequence, was very busy. Though he fell into bed exhausted at night, his dreams were plagued by nightmares. The den overrun by humans. Fire. Men with high powered weapons. Pack members, wolves he loved, Madeline, being hurt, killed. The pack had high level meetings, the Alphas, himself, and Emmett, the first Beta. They talked strategy, security, and noted anything unusual on their range. They talked with the other packs and shared ideas and strategies. In addition, he was teaching several of the pack to read sign. They had good eyesight, smell, and hearing, which was even better, in some respects, in wolven form. They could all hunt and follow a track but reading signs and tracks took thought, or insight. The next best tracker in the pack was a 15 year old female. Mercy was tired and getting frustrated. Some of the things she was trying to show them were pretty simple and she didn't understand why they couldn't see it. It was so obvious. And, on top of that, she was running along with a number of the sweeps, just as Erich was. At least, sometimes when she went out with a sweep, Jamie was on the run. What Now? Ch. 01 And, she was supposed to be learning how to spar too. But she couldn't find much time to practice. Ariel and Lyssa were training with some of the females. Most of them had been sparring for some time but, now, Lyssa was helping to train them against a new potential threat. Humans. Today, they were working on breaking holds. A couple of adolescent females were quite fearful about the possibility the den would be overrun by humans. "Human males will underestimate you because you are female, and even more if you are younger and pretty. Until they learn more about us, it is an advantage. They will see you as weak." Some light growls emanated from a few throats. "Therefore, unless they have a gun, you can probably get away from a single human, or even two or three. They may be wary of you, but they won't expect you to attack." "And if there's more?" "Head away if you hear or smell them coming. If they are around you, find an opening. They will not expect you to rush them. You will also startle them if you drop your clothes. Men will look at you with lust and that can be a problem. If they can get ahold of you, they might rape you. You must move quickly, change, and run." "Run. They aren't as fast as us, unless they have cars or 4-wheelers. Send an alert. Tell us where they are and how many." "But, run where?" "That will depend on where you are. To the den or the bunker should be your first choice, if you can get there safely. Find one of the males. You may just get away and find a place to hide for a while." "If things are really bad you will need to get to one of the other packs." "Another pack? Why would they help us?" "We all recognize the need to come together now. As wolves, we will stand together." "So, we just need to worry about guns or lots of them." Ariel looked to Lyssa. "No. There are other things that they have that they could use against us. That's why nobody should go out alone." There are hunter's tools - traps, snares, nets. There are policeman's tools - tazers, which shock you, enough to keep you from moving or getting away and pepper spray, hot pepper juice they spray in your eyes so you cough and can't see, oh, tear gas, same idea. Then there's anything they can pick up - chains, bats, tire irons and, because of the legends, some will use silver." Ariel then picks up the lesson. "We have cameras at several points at the edge of our range. We run our patrols, as usual. We've posted wolves at intermediate points on the range, to transfer any messages." We've stocked the bunker and can barricade the den, if need be. But we believe it's much more likely that the humans will try legal methods to come after us." "They haven't yet, what about our lawyers?" "We are working with them, but human law moves slowly." "So, we're on our own?" It was a highly pessimistic attitude which did not bode well for survival. Alison had been twitchy, howled, and broke from the group. Lyssa and Ariel shared a look. Lyssa then sent [Anthony. Alison's in heat, come in now.] Lyssa was a loud wolf and could send for distances, whereas the others could not. That was something else they'd need to be watchful of. During a female's heat, she was practically oblivious to anything but her mate. And the male could be reasoned with but would not leave her. Sedation of the female would free him but she would be rendered virtually immobile. The females' cycles were generally regular, predictable, with the exception of those newly mated or who had had a pup recently. Even so, the healers set up a list of females who would go into heat soon as it could be an almost weekly occurrence, depending on pack size. This told them which males would be unavailable, or who should be kept closer to the den so as not to expose them unnecessarily. Lyssa was expecting her heat soon. What Now? Ch. 01 "Joe will be okay, he will be glad when this cheating is all finally over. Hell, maybe you can have one last fling with your husband. I won't tell Paul," laughed Dixie. Well that pretty much secures my gut feelings. All I need now is the test results and off to the reunion we go. Hope you enjoyed Ch.1 As usual comments welcome DG Hear What Now? Ch. 02 Thanks again to 'Omegazone' for editing my story. Also thanks to the readers for taking the time to read my stories, I really do appreciate it. Now chapter 2 of What Now? * Saturday was here and Dorothy and I got dressed for our double date with her friends Dixie and Joe. I called a taxi, I was hoping we would all be too drunk to drive after our date, even maybe get a room if necessary. We stopped by and Dixie and Joe were surprised about the cab. I just told them, this way we could drink to our hearts content and not have to worry about driving. Joe looked at me and said, "I've never seen this side of you before George." "I just thought we ought to live a little before life passes us by." I replied. "In fact this night is totally on me. I got a bonus for taking that job on Dorothy's reunion day, I just couldn't pass it up. So since I can't be with you at the reunion, we will party tonight." Everyone looked a little surprised, even Dorothy didn't say anything. I guess she figured we would only be together for a couple of more weeks so she had no problems with me paying. I looked at Joe and said, "Damn! The ladies look fine tonight." They both had similar dresses on that really showed off their figures. They came down to mid thigh and showed a lot of leg. Of course they smiled at my comment. You have to understand that my life from this point on is kind of in revenge mode. I have no sorrows other then my kids not being mine. But, this was just like picking up a couple of girls for the evening. I was just going to do my thing and enjoy my date. We stopped at a really nice restaurant and lounge located in the Holiday Inn. We had pre dinner drinks, they all wanted mixed drinks, I had my usual beer. After the first drinks I would go up and get them, ordering doubles. I wanted these three plastered by the time the evening was over. I drank beer and being a heavy beer drinker I knew what I could handle. As we ate dinner, I could see everyone was loosening up. They started talking and laughing, we were actually having a good time. I could see they all had let their guard down and were just enjoying their selves. After we ate, we all went into the lounge where there was music and dancing. I got up and brought back some more drinks. The girls were at a giddy stage and laughed at just about anything. Dorothy asked if I was trying to get her drunk? I looked at her and said, "Yes I am, and Dixie too, then Joe and I will have our way with you girls." They all laughed but I was serious. I asked Dorothy to dance, she got up and we moved out to the dance floor followed by Dixie and George. We danced a couple of dances and Dorothy asked to sit down for a couple of minutes, she was getting a bit tipsy. While she sat there she still kept drinking. Joe and Dixie were soon back at the table also. I asked Joe if he minded if I danced with Dixie. He said. "Of course not, I can't keep up with her." Dixie and I got up and walked out to the dance floor. I danced away from our table so Dorothy and Joe couldn't see us. Dixie was really tipsy so I just put my arms around her and swayed. She said she has never seen this side of me. So I asked her, "Is that good or bad?" She looked up at me and said, "Good, very good, I like you like this." I love it when women get drunk and lose their inhibitions. That's what was happening to Dixie. I reached around and put both my hands on her ass. Pulled her up tight against my cock, so I knew she could feel it. She looked up at me without pulling away. I looked at her and said, "Do you mind?" She just said, "Just don't let Joe see, okay?" I never did answer her but just ground my cock against her pussy. After a couple of dances we all sat around the table talking and telling little stories about each other, nothing important, just joking. About an hour or so later the girls were pretty much out of it. Joe was pretty inebriated but at least he could still walk. I told them I got a room for the night with two queen size beds. They didn't argue, they just needed to rest. So we headed up to the room. The girls said they had no night clothes. I told them we are all adults and friends. They could sleep in their under clothes. I told the girls to go in and use the restroom and we would wait out in the hall for a few minutes. While we were waiting for the girls to get in bed, Joe told me he had a great time and really enjoyed it. That I was a pretty decent guy. I know he felt funny about the coming divorce. I told him no problem but the night wasn't over yet. Then we went in the room. The girls were already in bed, dressed in only their bra and panties. I was pretty sure they were near to passing out. The only light was coming out of the rest room, so the room was fairly dark. I started undressing down to my shorts, Joe did the same thing. I sat on the side of my bed and pulled the covers off of Dorothy. She was out and laying on her back.. Joe was just starring at us. I reached up and slid Dorothy's bra off. I looked over at Joe and he kept starring. He looked over at Dixie and she was sleeping. He looked back at me and then at Dorothy's tits. I asked him, "Have you ever seen Dorothy's tits before?" He was drunk but shook his head "No." I told him to come have a better look, he got up like he was in a daze, and sat on the side of our bed. I told him go ahead touch them, you'll never get another chance. He looked back at the other bed and seeing his wife sleeping and then reach out and touched Dorothy's breast. He kept rubbing them and her nipples started to get hard, he bent over and took them in his mouth and started sucking on the nipples. Dorothy was becoming aroused but was still out. I reached down and pulled off her panties, and there was her bush right in front of Joe's eyes. There is no way a drunk guy can pass up a sight like that. Joe reached down and grabbed his cock which was getting hard, while sucking on her tits. I told him, reach down and feel this pussy. I didn't have to ask twice, as he started rubbing her pussy and inserted first one then two fingers. I looked at him and asked him if he ever wanted to fuck her? He looked at me and said, "Many times, but she was Dixie's friend." I told him he could fuck her now, I would never give him that chance again. He couldn't help it, he was drunk and not thinking straight. He stood up and pulled his underwear off and climbed between Dorothy's legs. She was wet, hot and passed out, but he knew she could feel it. He put his dick at her pussy and slowly pushed in. While he was doing that I climbed off the bed and went over to Dixie and began to uncover her and take her bra off. Joe looked over at me and was going to say something, but what could he say. He was busy fucking my soon to be ex-wife. I then removed Dixie's panties also and then crawled between her legs and started eating her out. Her hips just kept moving by instinct, she was having a orgasm but was trying to do it quietly. I removed my underwear and moved up and inserted my cock in her. Joe was on the other bed fucking my wife with abandonment. Probably from watching me starting to fuck his wife. He was taking it out on my passed out wife's pussy. Since he was drunk it was going to take awhile. As I put my cock head against the entrance of Dixie's pussy I leaned forward and whispered, "I know you're awake." Joe couldn't see from where he was but Dixie opened her eyes and whispered, "Fuck me George," and fuck her I did. I plunged hard and deep until I unloaded in her. I sucked on her tits, and kept my cock in till I felt her orgasm again. Then as I leaned forward, and she whispered, "Thank you, that was great". I replied, "Anytime Dixie," As you know I'll be single in a couple of weeks. Then I felt her body tighten up and her eyes starred at me. I smiled at her, climbed off and pulled the covers back over her. About that time Joe pushed his cock in as deep as he could go and release his cum. I saw Dorothy's passed out body pushing up against Joe. After Joe came he slipped his underwear back on and slipped into bed next to his wife, never even looking at me. I just climbed in bed next to Dorothy and had a good nights sleep. I was the first one up the next morning. Probably because I just drank beer. I grabbed a quick shower and went downstairs to have a cup of coffee. I called our room about a half hour later and Dorothy answered the phone. I said, "Good morning lover, how's everyone doing this morning?' Dorothy said, "Where are you George?" I said, "Calm down Dorothy, I'm just down in the restaurant having coffee. You were all sound asleep and I didn't want to disturb anyone so I took a shower and came downstairs. Do you want to meet me here or do you want me to bring all of you some coffee?" She replied, "We'll come down in a few minutes George." Boy, I would have liked to have been a fly on the wall when they all woke up. Dorothy's pussy was full of cum but she didn't know it wasn't mine. Joe watched me fuck his wife but couldn't say anything because he was fucking Dorothy. Dixie knew her husband fucked her best friend but can't say anything because she was awake when I fucked her. She also knew that I knew something about getting the divorce papers but can't tell Dorothy because I was fucking her when I told her. Damn! I love it when a plan comes together. They all came down to the restaurant and we ordered breakfast. I could tell they were all a little stressed out. Everyone but me of course. Well, the week went by rather normal, I listened to the messages between Dorothy and Dixie. They talked a little about our date. Dorothy told her that I must have undressed her and fucked the hell out of her pussy. She was filled with cum and her pussy was really sore. Then I heard her tell Dixie that she notice her under things were missing the next morning also. She asked if Joe fucked her. Dixie said she was a mess also, Joe must have done a number on her. She was passed out at the time. So, now we have friends who are lying to each other. Dixie did ask if she had her Dear John letter finished. Dorothy said she did and had it hid in the back of her panties drawer. She was going to leave it on the table Thursday night when she left for the reunion. Dorothy was at school so I went into her drawer and pulled out my Dear John letter and read it. Dorothy's Dear John letter to George: --------------------------------------------------------------- Dear George: You better get yourself a beer, and sit down before reading this letter. I am leaving you. I will apply for a divorce when I get back from the reunion. I know this is coming as a complete shock to you. After thirty-two years of what we had as a marriage, I at least owe you this explanation. When we married I was on the rebound from my love affair with Paul Simon. You knew of him but have never met him. Believe it or not, you guys look very similar, both have brown hair, hazel eyes, stand around six feet tall, and both are around the 200 lb range or were thirty-two years ago.. That is probably why I was drawn to you. No matter how hard I tried it was always Paul and not you. Whenever we had sex it was Paul I thought about. Then the inevitable happened. I went to my five year class reunion and met up with Paul. He was there alone at the reunion as was I. You didn't want to go. My old feeling were back, I couldn't help it. I would do anything for this man. He was my first and only lover other then you, I could never forget him. I didn't want to forget him. We went up to his room after the reunion and made love, real love. I let him have me any way he wanted. He said he made a big mistake in letting me go. He was married and had one child. We both thought of getting divorces at the time but needed time to think. So, we thought we would wait a few months before making such a drastic decision. After I got home from the reunion I felt a little guilty and that's when we had that really good sex. I let you take me any way you wanted. Nine months later George Jr. was born. I am sure that he was fathered by Paul since we did it so many times that weekend. I called Paul and he was ecstatic about it, but so were you. I was puzzled on what to do. That's when Paul and I decided we would keep our marriages together but see each other at the reunions and relive old times. However we did meet a few times on my trips to Michigan when I went to see my parents before they passed away. Then five years later, it happened again. We met, made passionate love, spent our time together and vowed to keep our life a secret. It was like a fantasy, there was even a movie out about old lovers meeting every year to renew their love. That's what Paul and I had. Of course when I came home from the second reunion, you and I had sex again. That was some of the best sex I ever had with you, after each reunion. Maybe it was the infidelity, but the sex after the reunion was great. Nine months later Michael was born. Do you see the pattern here? Michael was Paul's son also. I know I should really feel bad but I don't. You were a good father to the boys. You did all the things a good father would do. Paul again was ecstatic, knowing he was so virile. He now had two kids by his wife and two by me. At the third reunion after all the passionate lovemaking between Paul and I, we needed to tell someone. We wanted to share our joy for each other. So I told Dixie and Joe. At first they were stunned but then said they wondered if anything was happening over all these years. That Paul and I always seemed so happy together. Paul after all was Joe's best friend. After Dot was born I mentioned to Paul about a vasectomy. He had two kids by his wife and of course now three with me. I told him I didn't want any more children. Of course as the usual pattern when I got home from the third reunion we had sex again. Damn! You sure knew how to shove it in, probably pushing Paul's sperm in further. As you know I had the DNA tests done at the State Fair, and all three kids are from the same father. You really were a wonderful father. I don't plan on telling the kids that Paul is the biological father. They love you too much and would probably end up hating me. I know you played around on me for years, we received strange calls from women asking for you and all the late trips to the bar. I can hardly blame you since I didn't give it to you that often. I know you have questions but we won't be doing much talking. I'll try to explain why we stayed together. Paul and I started out as a fling, an affair. We found out that our true feeling were for each other and we wanted to be together. So we finally decided to wait till our children were all grown and then move somewhere together to spend our remaining years Dot is now in college and George Jr. and Mike have families of their own. I know you won't have any problems living your life since we didn't really have much love together to begin with. Paul told his wife he wanted a divorce last year and it is already finalized. That just leaves you and me George. We both contributed to our assets and my lawyer says a "non contested" marriage can be over in six months. An even 50-50 split. Just so you know, Paul and I got together when ever we could, being 200 miles apart made it difficult. It wasn't just once every five years. We have put a lot of thought into this. Sorry to mislead you for so long. Not much else to say George, good luck to you in the future. Sincerely: Dorothy. ----------------------------------- Wow! There it was in black and white. Everything spelled out, I guess waiting for my approval which she'll get with a few minor adjustments. End of Ch. 2, hope you are enjoying it. Ch. 3 is on its way, comments welcome DG Hear What Now? Ch. 02 Hey guys! I know it's been almost a month since I last posted, but this chapter's been ready for more than two weeks, I just didn't have time to post for personal reasons, but I'll try to start posting more regularly now. "Oh god, Steven!" moaned Danny as I pushed into him. "Yes! Oh god, yes!" I bit my lip and groaned. His hole was so tight, and it was fighting a losing battle against my thick cock as I penetrated him. I rubbed my hands all over Danny's ample ass cheeks as I went deeper inside him, and once my blonde pubes hit his smooth tanned skin, I grabbed him by the waist with both hands and started fucking him. He was moaning and whimpering uncontrollably as I rammed into him from behind, pulling at the sheets and biting into my pillow to keep from crying out. "Steven!" he half moaned, half screamed. "My god, you're amazing!" "Yeah?" I grunted. "Is this what you wanted Danny? My cock? Do you want my cock?" "Yes!" he moaned. "You like me fucking you? I bet you do. I bet you've wanted my dick all along, you were just playing hard to get, weren't you? Tell me you want it, bitch, say it!" I slapped his ass with one hand. "Yes! Oh, Steven, fuck me! Please, I want it, give it to me!" I gave his ass another hard slap before picking up the pace. I was fucking him so hard the whole bed was shaking now, and the headboard was banging loudly against the wall. "Steven!" cried Danny as he came, squeezing my cock with his hot ass. "Steven, Steven, Steven!" *** "Steven!" Suddenly, I was startled awake by a loud banging at the door. "Steven, get up, you're gonna be late for school!" Then it dawned on me. The loud banging wasn't me fucking Danny into the mattress; it was my mom at the door trying to wake me up. I was still a virgin, Danny-less, and most of all, confused. The banging at the door resumed. "I'm going!" I yelled, and it stopped. I looked at the clock and realized I had 20 minutes to get showered, dressed and out the door. Great, it looked like I'd have to skip breakfast again. This day did not look promising. *** After practically running out of my house, having lost a lot of time jacking off in the shower, I made it to the bus just as it was pulling out of its stop. I walked down the aisle, picking a seat as I tried to catch my breath, when I saw a mop of red hair sticking out the top of one of the seats towards the back. Ian. Weird how I hadn't noticed he rode the same bus as me before. Trying to ignore all the stares coming in my direction, I walked towards him. As I reached his seat, I saw him looking away from me, out the window, but when he noticed someone standing next to him, he turned, and his pretty hazel eyes got really big when he saw me. "Hey," I said, sitting down next to him and settling my backpack on my lap. "Good morning." I tried to look casual and smiled, but I was really nervous, and I'm pretty sure it showed. I hadn't been able to stop thinking about him since the day before when he blew me, except for my dream, when I thought about Danny. Sigh... Danny... Ian looked skeptically at me and pulled his earphones out, letting me hear a bit of the song he was listening to before he paused it. I think it was Hinder. I liked that band. "What are you doing?" he whispered at me with a raised eyebrow. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Why are you sitting here?" I didn't know what he meant by that. Was he still mad at me from yesterday? No, that couldn't be it, he'd looked pretty damn happy sucking away with my dick in his mouth. "Uhm," I stammered. "Dude," he said, still whispering. "If you don't want people to think you're gay, the last thing you wanna do is sit next to me, okay?" He pointed to the seat next to us, and I saw two girls looking at us and whispering to each other. I looked back at Ian, and he gave me a look as if to say 'See?' Then he put his earphones back on and resumed looking out the window. Fuck. I guess he had a point, he was pretty gay looking: short, thin, red dyed hair, black leather wrist bands, tight white tank top with some band's logo on it, dark red skinny jeans, and a pair of black converse. He was so pretty, though. Ian suddenly kicked my foot with his, apparently having noticed that I was staring at him, and I immediately looked forwards. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw him smile from the corner of my eye. *** After the longest and most uncomfortable bus ride ever, trying to pretend not to see people staring at me, trying not to stare at Ian, and the two girls next to me making absolutely no attempt at pretending they weren´t talking about me, the bus pulled up at the school parking lot, and I practically flew out of my seat, but once I was walking into school, I remembered I still hadn't talked to Ian, and I looked back to find him getting off the bus. God, the way he swung his hips as he walked was... ugh. I shuddered. "You're doing it again," he said as he walked past me. He was definitely smiling this time, and I thought about following him and talking to him, but he was right, it wouldn't look right if I was seen with him, so I just stared after him as he walked past the gates into school. Jesus, was he walking like that on purpose? The bell rang, and I put my hands in front me, hoping nobody would notice the bulge in my pants as I walked down the hall to my classroom. *** If I thought riding the bus next to Ian had been uncomfortable, I greatly underestimated life's capability of fucking me over. Now, I was sitting in math class, and it was one of those classrooms where they have the double desks so you can work with a partner, and at the beginning of the semester I'd loved this idea, but for the same reason that I'd loved it at first, now I hated it: Danny was my partner. *** The first time I saw Danny he was running on the track during fourth period gym class. It was the first day of school, and I was starting to get used to my new surroundings, but then as I came out of the locker room after getting into the school uniform, we were told to run two laps around the basketball court to warm up, and as I was doing so, I saw him through a linked fence that separated the basketball courts from the running track he was on. Right away I realized he must be on the track team, cause he was wearing the uniform, and he was at the very front of the line. He was so fast and moved so gracefully that I found myself staring, and I almost ran into the kid in front of me. Danny was too far away, so I couldn't really see what he looked like, but then when the period was over we all went in to change, and the track team went in too, but they were so many guys going in at the same time that I lost track of him. I gave up trying to find him, and I went straight for the locker that I was assigned, but as I was turning the lock, I saw him again. He was a few feet to my right, bent over in front of his open locker, shirtless, and in the process of removing his (might I say – really tight) track shorts, and I saw those two round, firm globes of flesh framed by a white jockstrap, all smooth and tanned, the back of his thick thighs, and those sculpted, hairless calves, and my groin instantly started swelling, forming a tent in my loose jogging shorts. "Can I help you?" he said, straightening up "What?" I asked, coming out of my trance. "I said, can I help you?" Apparently that ass and those legs were attached to a boy. A very, very beautiful boy at that. His face was practically perfect, with masculine but at the same time delicate features, beautiful blue eyes partially covered by a mop of tousled caramel colored hair and a set of full pink lips. "I'm sorry?" I asked. I was so focused on studying this guy's face I had no idea what he was saying. "Dude, what the hell?" he asked, getting irritated. "Do you need something, or are you just gonna stand there and stare at me?" By this point, his lower half was covered by a pair of jeans, and he was putting on his shirt, so I was finally able to focus. "Sorry," I mumbled. "I'm just kinda... lost. It's my first day, and I was wondering if you could help me find my way around here." Nice. I was always a fast thinker. "Uhm, sure," he said, his beautiful face softening. He straightened out his clothes and stuck his hand out to me. "Sorry, you caught me off guard. My name's Daniel, but everyone calls me Danny." "Steven," I said, shaking his soft hand. "Why don't you get changed and I'll meet you outside?" "Sure," I said. "Thanks." He flung his backpack over his shoulder and he sauntered out of the locker room. I quickly changed, willing my hard-on to go down, and I went outside. It was lunch period, so Danny showed me where the cafeteria was, and he introduced me to his friends, whose names I couldn't remember. The only one that stood out was Jake. He was hot, except he looked like a hypocrite. He was being nice and all, but I could tell he didn't like the fact that I was walking around with Danny. He kept looking at us funny, like he was jealous or something. It all made sense later on when I found out he was gay. And so was Danny. It came as a shock to me that they and their friends talked so openly and carelessly about it. Jake didn't seem gay at all, he was manly, and on the football team. What was also shocking was one of his friends, Mike, was also on the football team, but he was straight, and didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that one of his teammates was gay. After lunch was over, Danny told me he'd see me around, and I went to my next class, which was math. When I explained to the teacher that I needed to do well in that class in order to get accepted into the football team, he said he'd pair me up with his best student. "Speaking of," Mr. Harris said, pointing to the door. "There he is. Mr. Morrison, would you come here for a second?" When I looked over, I saw it was Danny, and my heart did a little dance. "Hey!" he said, smile and eyes bright. "What a coincidence." "You've already met?" asked Mr. Harris. "Yeah," Danny said. "I was just showing him around." "Well, great," the teacher said. "Why don't you sit together, and you can help him, Mr. Morrison." "Of course," Danny said, smiling at me. That class had been great, cause even though I was no closer to understanding how Algebra worked, I had Danny's full attention, and he was talking to me and explaining strange equations in his beautiful voice. When the teacher noticed, weeks later, that I wasn't improving much, he asked Danny if he could tutor me at home, since trying to do it during class was, according to him, keeping me from learning new material. I couldn't give a crap – all I cared was I was gonna have Danny tutoring me at home. When I told my parents about it, though, 'Danny' stood for Danielle, and they were thrilled. Oh well, it was just a little lie. Anyway, after a few days of me going to Danny's house, one day I gathered all the balls I had and kissed him. He was really surprised, but when I told him I'd had a crush on him since the very first moment I saw him and wanted him to be my boyfriend, he agreed. When he realized I meant in secret, though, he wasn't so thrilled. I promised it would only be for a little while, though, I just wasn't ready to go public yet, so he agreed. From that day on, our two hour study session became an intense one-and-a-half-hour studying, and an intense half-an-hour make out session. I would have happily done the last one for two hours straight, but Danny was adamant about me improving my grades, and he said if I didn't focus on my studying there would be no kissing, so I did the best I could, and I actually did get better. Having improved my grades, I got accepted into the football team, and I started seeing a lot more of Jake Moss. I could tell he was a nice guy – he was to everyone else – but he seemed to have something against me. He didn't know about me and Danny yet, but he seemed to suspect our study sessions weren't only studying. One day, though, Danny and I were done studying, and were making out, hot and heavy, shirts off, and me groping all over his back and legs, when suddenly Jake walked in on us. Apparently, being Danny's best friend, he could go in and out of the house no problem, and when he found us, his face turned scarlet in one second flat, he ground his teeth and his hands clenched into fists. "What the fuck is this?!" he yelled. "Jake!" Danny squeaked, pushing me away like I was a spider, and putting on his shirt he ran over to him. It was like he'd been caught cheating on him or something. "What the fuck, Danny?!" Jake yelled again. "Jake, calm down," Danny pleaded with a panicked look on his face. "My parents will hear you." Jake pulled him into the bathroom, and they started whispering really loud. I could hear Jake furiously asking Danny why he didn't tell him when they're best friends, but he apologized and said it was because I was in the closet and didn't want anyone to know. "That's bullshit!" Jake hissed. "If you were my boyfriend I wouldn't hide you from anyone. He should be fucking honored that he's with you. I know I would." There was a long, awkward pause after that, but then Jake stammered "I-I-I mean, hypothetically speaking." There was another pause. "I don't even know what I'm saying, I... I-I just mean he's an asshole, alright? You're my best friend, and it infuriates me that he's treating you like that." "Like what?" Danny asked calmly. "Jake, I understand how you feel, but honestly, he treats me just fine. He –" "Fine isn't good enough, Danny!" Jake interrupted. "Not for you. You deserve–" he began to get choked up. "You deserve the best, alright? You deserve a real boyfriend." "Come here," Danny said, and I assumed he hugged him. "He is a real boyfriend to me. Maybe not in public yet, but he will be eventually. He just needs time, Jake, can't you understand that? He's not ready to come out yet, but he will be. I'm trying to help. Please, try to understand. Don't you remember how scared you were to come out? But you did, and so will he. I just need to be patient." That was the exact moment I fell in love with him. He thought I was worth waiting for. After a few weeks, though, Danny started getting impatient, and so did I. He wanted me to come out, to make our relationship public, to tell his friends, to tell his parents, and honestly, I just wanted to get in his pants. He was so fucking sexy, but he'd never let me do anything other than kiss him. Whenever I even groped his ass through his pants when we were making out, he'd stop me and tell me to be patient, but, god dammit, my patience was wearing thin. I understood, though, that he was a virgin, and he wanted me to show him I was really committed to him before he committed to me physically, but I was horny, and nowhere near ready to come out. On top of all that pressure, and wanting to make Danny happy, there was Jake. He never said anything outright, but it was very obvious he wanted Danny for himself. And there was Rachel too, Danny's female best friend. She had been nice to me in the beginning, but when she found out we were dating, she was really mad Danny didn't tell her right away, and then she was mad I wasn't giving our relationship the 'recognition' it deserved. She was a bitch to me from then on, always making little comments about how Danny and Jake were 'so cute together,' or how Jake was 'such a gentleman,' or 'how deep their connection was.' It was frustrating, but what threw me over the edge was when she told me what happened at Danny's 18th birthday party, just a few weeks before school started and we met. Apparently, Danny's little group of close friends got an older sibling to buy them alcohol, and they threw him a party at Mike's house. They'd been playing truth or dare, and when Danny chose truth, someone asked him if he was a virgin, to which he said yes. Jake got to ask Danny then, and he asked him if he'd ever kissed anyone, and to everyone's surprise, except Rachel who knew everything about her best friend for ten years, he said no. Everyone had been drinking, and Danny, being his first time, was really tipsy with very little alcohol, and when it was Rachel's turn, she dared Jake, who was forced to pick dare after having only chosen truth before, (which was how everyone found out he wasn't a virgin and he's slept with more than five guys – how many, he didn't say) to kiss Danny. Jake was obviously more experienced with alcohol, and managed to hold himself back from showing his excitement, saying they were best friends, it would be weird, and Danny probably wouldn't want to anyway, but then everyone turned to Danny, who threw his arms in the air drunkenly and said, "why the hell not? It'll be my birthday present." Everyone laughed, but Jake didn't waste time, throwing himself onto Danny, grabbing his face with both hands tenderly, looking deeply into his eyes, and said, "happy birthday," right before kissing him. Using all the self-restraint he possessed, Jake made it a short kiss, but then Rachel spoke up, saying that wasn't a real kiss, and it should last for at least one full minute. Jake then reclaimed Danny's lips and thrust his tongue in, and they made out for a full minute. After that, Jake pulled back quickly, realizing he'd just fucked up, showing everyone how he really felt about his best friend, but Danny was so drunk he just smiled, laid back on his seat on the couch and fell asleep. The next morning, Danny had a massive hang-over and didn't remember the kiss, for which Jake was thankful and at the same time extremely pissed, at himself more than anything, and he asked everyone that'd been at the party not to say anything. It'd been just their small group of close friends, so they agreed, and Danny never knew about it. After hearing that story, though, I was so livid with jealousy, having thought I'd been his first kiss, that I wanted to punch Jake, but I knew that'd make Danny really mad at me, so I stopped myself. A few days later, though, Danny and I had been dating for two months, and there was a party in the woods, where they'd built a bonfire to celebrate our team, me included, had won the last game of the football season. I was really pent up after winning, I was feeling the buzz after a couple of beers, and when Danny arrived at the party with Rachel, I pulled him off to the side and started kissing him. Danny squirmed away from me and he grimaced. "What's the matter?" I asked, snaking an arm around his waist, but he pushed me away. "You're drunk," he said, accusingly. "It's disgusting." "I'm just celebrating. Don't you wanna celebrate with me? I was the hero tonight. Didn't you see the touchdown I scored? Huh? Jake didn't score any." "What does that have to do with anything? What are you even talking about?" he asked. "I'm just saying, I played better than him tonight. I always play better than him. I'm better. I'm hotter than him, I'm a better player, and I'm your boyfriend, not him. Doesn't that turn you on?" I grabbed him around the waist again, and he was looking at me like I was crazy. "I'm the star player right now, doesn't that turn you on? It turns me on, and I think I deserve a reward for that." I grabbed his ass with both hands then and squeezed. Next thing I knew, he pushed me back so hard that I stumbled and fell hard on my ass. "Motherfucker!" I screamed. "Stop it!" Danny begged, his eyes watering. "You're drunk, Steven. Why don't we talk tomorrow? I'm leaving." "You whore!" I yelled before I could stop myself. Danny froze there for a few seconds, and then he turned to look at me with a shocked expression on his beautiful face. "What did you say?" he whispered. What Now? Ch. 02 "I called you a whore," I said, getting up and standing over him. "Don't you think for a second you're fooling me, or anyone else. I know what you're doing behind my back. You're gonna go see him right now, aren't you?" "What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, genuinely shocked. "Jake!" By that point I knew I should stop talking, but I was drunk, and I was still pissed as hell after hearing Rachel's story. "You lied to me!" "What are you talking about?" he repeated, getting frustrated. "You said the first time I kissed you it was your first kiss, but Rachel told me what happened at your birthday party three months ago. It was him! You kissed Jake before me!" Danny's face went from frustration to understanding. Then, to my utter dismay, he smiled and took his hand to his lips with a dreamy look in his eyes. "I thought it'd been a dream," he whispered. Watching the immense happiness it brought to his face to remember Jake had kissed him first and not me, my heart broke into a million pieces, and all I had in that moment was rage. "Fuck you!" I screamed. Good thing the music was blasting at the party so no one heard me. "You're a lying piece of shit, and you're a whore! I never wanna see you again, we're done!" Danny looked so genuinely hurt, and his eyes welled up with tears so fast that my heart broke again, but then he balled his hand into a fist and pushed me in the gut with such incredible strength I doubled over in pain. "You're an asshole!" he yelled at me, tears streaming down his face. "You have no right to say any of those things to me. That happened weeks before I met you, and I've never once gone behind your back, but fine, you wanna break up with me? Suit your fucking self! See who else cares enough to wait for you to get your fucked up head in order." The he took off, and I fell to the ground and cried like a baby. *** After that embarrassing episode, I tried to pretend I didn't care, but then I got drunk again a week later and accidentally outed myself in front of everyone, earned myself a punch in the face, this time from Jake, and was now sitting next to Danny in the most uncomfortable silence ever. "Is there something wrong here?" asked Mr. Harris, stopping by mine and Danny's desk before starting his lecture. "No, Mr. Harris, everything's fine," Danny said politely, but I just looked down at my hands on the desk. "Are you sure?" he asked both of us. "You've improved a lot, Mr. Price," he said to me, "so if you wanted to change partners, that would be okay." "Yes, please!" I said, a little too loud and too eagerly, cause everyone stopped talking and turned to look at me. "Alright, then," Mr. Harris said, trying to ignore the awkwardness of it all. "You can go sit next to Mr. Jensen, third row, middle seat." "Thank you," I said, taking my backpack and quickly walking to my new seat. I thought, thank goodness, this day won't be as bad as I thought, but then I saw my new partner and cringed. "Hey, partner," he said with a wicked smile. "We're gonna have so much fun together." Shit. Ian. I tried to smile back, but I'm pretty sure it was unsuccessful, so I just sat down, took my notebook out of my backpack, and started taking notes as Mr. Harris started his lecture. Ian was dutifully listening to class too, but from the corner of my eye I could tell he was looking back at me every now and then and smirking. He was having fun watching me twitch uncomfortably. After class, I started packing my things, and Ian did the same. "Hey," he said, stopping me with a hand on my arm as I started walking out. "What?" I said, nervous someone would see us talking and assume something. "I meant what I said earlier." I looked at him quizzically. "If you want, we can have a lot of fun together. It doesn't have to mean anything." He gave me a look as if to say 'think about it,' and walked out. I stood there on the door to the classroom, watching Ian walk away, when someone cleared their throat behind me. "Excuse me," I heard Danny's beautiful voice. My heart immediately started beating faster. Maybe he realized he'd made a mistake? Maybe he broke up with Jake and wants to get back together with me? Then my hopes were crushed when he added, "I need to get through," and I realized I was in his way. I was literally in his way out the door, just like I'd been in his way of getting together with Jake just two weeks ago. I moved aside so he could walk past me, and I couldn't help the rush of jealousy that overtook me as I saw him walk right towards Jake, who was standing outside our classroom waiting for him. Danny hugged him, Jake gave him a sweet kiss on his temple, and he took Danny's hand in his as they started walking away to their next class. What was even worse was the fact that neither one of them even looked back at me. Danny didn't give me an 'I miss you' glance over his shoulder, or Jake an 'I'm watching you' glare. They were truly over me. I'd been nothing but a tiny bump in their path they'd finally gotten over. They honestly didn't give two shits about me. Suddenly, I was overcome with rage. Fine, I thought, if Danny's over me, then I need to be over him too. A.S.A.P. I have to get a girlfriend. Except, that would take too long. Girls are too much effort. Ian, on the other hand, is ready to go right now. Fine, Ian it is. "Ian!" I found myself calling before I could stop myself. He was kind of far away by now, the fast-walking little fucker, but he still heard me and stopped in his tracks. He turned to me and raised his brows. I jogged up to him and he looked like he wanted to laugh, but he refrained himself. "Yes?" he said with an amused tone. "Uhm... I was thinking... I wouldn't be opposed to having some fun... if, like you said, it didn't have to mean anything." He smiled. His teeth were really straight, and white. He had a sexy smile too. "Sure," he said with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Meet me at lunch. You know where." He walked away. Fuck. What did I get myself into? *** After gym class, I went into the locker room to change, having second thoughts about meeting Ian as soon as I got out of there, and as I was reaching my locker, I expected an awkward run-in with Danny again, but when I looked to my right where his locker was, someone else was changing in front of it. "Hey," I said to the guy. "What are you doing? That's Danny's locker." "Not anymore," he said disinterestedly, "we switched. He's on the other side of the room now, next to his boyfriend." I ground my teeth and my nose flared. Fuck it, I had to meet Ian. See if he could get my mind off Danny. He was sexy too, in a different, more effeminate way, and he didn't have Danny's big, round, firm, juicy-looking ass, but he was sexy none-the-less. I changed as fast as possible, slammed my locker shut, and pretended not to look at Danny and Jake changing next to each other as I walked past their lockers on my way out. I made a bee-line to the bathrooms, where I knew Ian would be, and he was leaning on the wall next to the door, and he went in as soon as he saw me approaching. I went in right behind me, and I was about to turn the lock when he put his small delicate hand on my wrist and stopped me. "Not today, my friend," he said. "It's school hours. People need to pee." He chuckled to himself, grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the big stall at the very back. That one he did lock. He leaned his backpack against the wall, put the seat down on the toilet, and sat down. "Come on," he said, motioning for me to get closer. "Don't be shy. Show it to me." That sentence alone made my dick go from half hard to full mast. I was really nervous, but I was turned on as hell, so I dropped my backpack next to his, and started unbuckling my pants. "Nu-uh," Ian said, swatting my hands away and taking hold of mine half-open fly. "Let me." He pulled my zipper down, and then he grabbed my pants, along with my underwear, with one hand on each side and pulled them all the way down to my ankles. "Oh, yeah," he said, grabbing my dick with both hands. His hands were so small he needed both of them to cover the shaft, and the head still popped out. "You've got a big dick, Steven," he said, looking at it as if in a trance. "Has anyone ever told you that? It's long and thick." He slapped it against his own face. It was a hot fucking sight. "And it tastes really good, too," he said, and he stuck his tongue out and licked the slit, where there was precum starting to ooze out. I moaned. He slowly bathed my entire dick with saliva, licking it from base to tip with long swipes of his tongue, then slowly started putting it in his mouth. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. What he was doing felt amazing, but I couldn't get past the feeling of guilt. The first time in had been spontaneous, out of the blue, but this time it had been predetermined on my part. I had told him I wanted it, I'd had time to think about it and change my mind, but I didn't – I came here and willingly let him put my dick in his mouth. How could I explain this? The excuse I was telling myself was wearing thin. This wasn't just experimenting anymore, I had willingly chosen a guy to do this with, and not only was I enjoying it, I found this guy sexy. A guy. At that moment, Ian succeeded in swallowing my dick to the root, and all thoughts were momentarily interrupted as he started sucking. He was hollowing his cheeks and wetly sucking up and down my dick, bobbing a few times and focusing on the head before plunging down and taking me in his throat again. I was really getting into it, moaning with my eyes rolling to the back of my head when I heard the door to the bathroom open, and I immediately thought to get my dick back in my pants and get the hell out of there, but Ian held fast, grabbing my ass with both hands when he sensed I was about to move, and he swung his legs up onto the toilet seat, so if anyone cared to look under the partition, they'd only see me. I heard the guy's footsteps getting close, but then they stopped, and I heard him start to piss into the urinal as Ian's head kept bobbing up and down my shaft. Then the peeing stopped, the urinal flushed as he stepped away, and I expected to hear the water on the sink as he washed his hands, but there was nothing. Silence. Then I freaked out as I realized he was probably trying to figure out what was going on in the last stall, cause Ian was making light sucking and gurgling noises as he sucked me. They were barely noticeable, but he would definitely hear them if he was paying attention, so I put my hand on the back of Ian's neck and stopped him from moving. He kept using his tongue to lick all around my shaft and the little sensitive spot right under the head, but his head didn't move. I had to bite my tongue not to make any noise, but it seemed to work, cause a few seconds later, the guy washed his hands and walked out. "Holy shit!" I whispered, "That was close!" Ian chuckled around my cock but never stopped sucking. After about a minute, though, I felt myself getting close. Ian's expert skills, added to the thrill of almost getting caught, made me cum so hard and so much Ian had to work over-time to swallow it all in time. He was happy to comply, though, and he left me clean and shiny after licking me off and swallowing all the creamy cum I gave him. "That was hot," he said, licking his lips. "We should do it again some time." I let out a shaky laugh and pulled my pants and underwear up my shaky legs. He got up, grabbed his backpack and unlocked the stall, but then I grabbed his arm to stop him. "Hold on a second," I told him. "What does this mean?" "Whatever you want it to mean," he said, and I could tell he meant to leave it that, but he must have seen the lost look on my face, cause he let out a tired sigh. "Look," he said, "this doesn't mean you're gay, if that's what you're asking. Maybe it does, but maybe it doesn't. The only thing that's for sure right now is that you're confused. If you wanna keep doing this and find out for sure, I'm all for it, but if you wanna stop, that's fine with me too." "You mean... you're okay with this?" I asked. "I mean... sucking me off and not getting anything in return?" He shrugged. "I like doing it, in case you hadn't noticed. I really enjoy it, and I know better than to ask you to return the favor and freak you out. I'd be willing to continue this if you wanted." "So, assuming I said yes, that would be it? You wouldn't expect me to do anything to you? You wouldn't, you know... get your hopes up?" Ian snorted. "I'm not looking to date you if that's what you're asking. I don't date guys who're in the closet. I told you before, we can fun together – I'll have sex with you – but it doesn't have to mean anything." "Does that mean we could...?" "Fuck?" Ian offered. I blushed, but nodded. "Yes." My dick twitched. Ian laughed. "You just think about it alright? I'll see you after school." He left the stall and turned and winked at me before going out of the bathroom. If he's as talented in bed as he's with his mouth, I thought, there's no way I'm not getting some of that ass. What Now? Ch. 02 Dear Readers, Installment 2 of What Now? I'm approaching the conclusion of this story in my writing (as some of you may recall, I write longhand then transcribe) and hope to get more chapters out soon. Enjoy, KemMyst ******** Stephanie gritted her teeth. This was not her temperament. She was a warrior, not a manager. The paperwork, the decisions, the little squabbles. She hated petitions and, now, that's essentially all her life would be. Contracts, signing checks, managing repairs, talks with Esmeralda about food supplies, a discussion of healing supplies and needs with Sharilyn. Security issues. Loans to be paid. Vehicles to take care of. It was mind-numblingly tedious. All of it. She wanted nothing more than to never see another piece of paper for as long as she lived. Her head hurt and her stomach felt off. She put her head down on the desk and groaned. "Alpha?" Stephanie didn't raise her head. "Leave me." She closed her eyes and listened as footsteps receded and the door opened. Her head jerked up at Sampson's voice. "Alpha? Are you OK?" The door snicked shut as he crossed the floor. Damn, she had been dozing. She inhaled, "Beta, and stood. And sat right back down again. [Healer. To the Alpha suite, please.] He moved closer. Stephanie's face was a study in consternation as she stood again. "Did you want something?" "Alpha. You need to be ... cautious, during this time." "I'm fine," she said, firmly, as there was a quick knock on the door and Sharilyn walked in. "Mayhap, Alpha. What are you experiencing?" "Nothing." "When she went to stand up, she fell back in her seat." Stephanie answered, "Low blood pressure, nothing unusual." Sampson looked to their healer, who nodded. "The pack's going to notice something soon. You need to tell them you're pregnant." "Alpha, don't you think your father would be thrilled?" Stephanie gave Sharilyn a grim look. Her father was old, frail, blind. And while he had been moved to tears to have seen her again, found out she was alive, he would be overjoyed to hear she was giving him a grandpup. He already had them, from her sister and brother but, after her kidnapping and the subsequent abuse, it was almost a miracle that she'd caught and would be moreso if she could actually bring this pup to term. Which she hadn't actually decided she was going to do yet. Now, they were both looking at her. They expected her to say something, do something, decide now. She knew all the reasons. Calvin, her father, a clear line of succession for Alpha. Not that she had really wanted to be Alpha, either. But it was a bad time, between the humans and just becoming Alpha. But, she'd also never have another chance to have Calvin's pup and she had loved her mate. She should have told him so. She couldn't remember if she ever had. "Get out," she said, quietly. They looked at her, shocked. "I said, Out!" Sampson sighed and left the room. Sharilyn, however, stood for a bit, looking at her Alpha. "Have you given any consideration to the name? Your pup should have a strong name." Sharilyn then excused herself, and left. Stephanie didn't catch Sharilyn's slight smile. Sampson had not gone far and had heard their healer's question. "Nicely done." "So, you think it's best she keep the pup?" "Of course, I'm sure it's best for the pack." Name? It was too early to think of a name. She had months before she needed to worry about a name. Then, of course it would depend if it were a male or female pup. She stood for a second, idly thinking of the future, then started thinking of what the pup's coloration might be. Suddenly, she went shock still. Damn. She was thinking of it as a pup now. Their healer had made it real to her. [Healer!] Sharilyn startled, and whispered. "She's mad." Sampson saw the look on their healer's face. "I'm right behind you." They returned to the Alpha suite to find the sudden storm that was the new Ross Alpha. Her voice was low, angry, almost menacing. "How dare you try to manipulate me." Sharilyn was cowering, would have had her tail between her legs if four-footed. She whimpered. Sampson stepped between them and Stephanie snarled at him. He stood still and looked at the floor, so as not to precipitate an attack. He spoke calmly and quietly. "My Alpha, while I have a responsibility to you, while we have a responsibility to you, our larger responsibility is to the welfare of this pack. And, as much as you don't want to hear it, it is our duty to tell you things you don't want to hear. The pack can only benefit from the birth of this pup. It provides a clear line of succession, stability for the future." He stopped to let that sink in, watched her eyes harden. "I know this is a hard choice but it won't be your last." She turned away from them, yelling, "I never wanted to be Alpha!" Sharilyn took a couple steps back. "Don't you move." Sharilyn whimpered again. "Alpha, you gain nothing by frightening our healer, or punishing her for reminding you of the right thing to do for this pack. For counseling you. For being here, helping you and Calvin's pup." Stephanie ground out, "If it even lives." Sharilyn started, "Alpha, there's..." Sampson stopped her with a shake of the head. This was a delicate time, a tipping point. And not her first. "Alpha, please." He put back a hand and dragged Sharilyn sideways, out of the way. If their Alpha decided she was cornered, things could go badly. Sharilyn's heart was beating quickly, she was panting, and the stink of fear rose from her. He had to defuse this situation, and quickly. Stephanie's eyes followed them and she maintained a low growl. A quick knock on the door had their heads whipping in that direction, and Stephanie sank into a crouch. "Alpha?" [Esmeralda, the Alpha is busy, she will see you later.] [Of course, Beta.] Sampson took a deep breath and blew it out. To say something or not? And, if so, what? "Alpha, who are you angry with? Our healer? The council? Calvin?" "Damn Calvin Ross." It came out rough, gravelly. "He.." Sampson ran over her. "Why? For bringing the resolution? For courting you, mating you?" She began to look uncomfortable. "For dying?" "Yes. For all of it. For leaving me with this mess. I never wanted this. Any of this. I was happy where I was." "You were happy here. Cal didn't keep you here. You stayed. You agreed to mate him. He loved you. Did you love him?" It was quiet, only the sound of their breathing filled the room. Sampson raised his eyes to look at his Alpha, waiting. For an answer. For an attack. He wasn't sure which. The challenge in his eyes made her grind her teeth. She watched him brace himself. The entire situation had her upset and on edge. She swallowed, "Yes." Sampson relaxed, visibly. She dismissed them. "Thank you." Stephanie sat heavily on the couch and dropped her head against the back. Blinking up at the ceiling, realization came to her at that moment. She was having a pup. And it wouldn't be too long before everyone knew. She would have to tell the pack. But when? She'd really rather not do it at all. ***** His mate walked in to dinner, looking tired and drawn. [Beta, what's wrong?] Sampson grunted. In the weeks since he had come to live in Ross pack, he realized he had barely scratched the surface with his mate. While Phil understood that he couldn't learn everything about Sampson quickly and Sampson couldn't tell him everything he knew but... Sampson was closed off. But, Phil had begun to decipher his moods. Something not really good had happened but he wasn't going to find out what it was. [Can you tell me anything? Is it the Alpha?] The other wolves had been talking about her. She was upset, a bit erratic. Well, he'd go a bit crazy too if his mate died. Sampson shook his head an put his chin in his hand, then scrubbed his face with his hands. Phil rubbed his hand across Sampson's shoulders, realized how tight his neck and shoulder muscles were. [Can we have some time, tonight?] Sampson was eating, rather mechanically. He stopped in mid-chew and almost choked when a warm hand squeezed his thigh and slid upward a bit. [I can make you forget, for a while.] Sampson closed his eyes, and swallowed. A flare of anger dissipated. He wasn't mad at Phil. His mate didn't have any idea what was wrong, what happened earlier in the day. Phil was only trying to help. And it would do him good to feel good for a while. He turned to his mate and smiled. Phil's face lit up and Sampson smiled more broadly. [Of course we can have some time.] Stephanie stood, and looked around the dining hall. Members of the pack began to quiet, and look at her. She swallowed, looked around, and fled. Whispering and speculation began and Sharilyn gave Sampson a significant look. Sampson snitched the last bite of roast off of Phil's plate, grabbed his hand, and rose. Some still scowled, but others smiled as the new mates took to the stairs. At the landing, Phil crowded him into the corner and kissed him. Sampson went rigid, then melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Phil's waist. He knew Phil was more open than he, after all, he hadn't had to hide what he was for decades. But Sampson was horribly sensitive to perception and not everyone was pleased by their mating. Flaunting their ... affections ... would just annoy those wolves more. But Phil was of the notion that the more they were seen together, the more the pack would get used to them. And, maybe he was right. Phil swallowed Sampson's moan as he rubbed his hip against Sampson's crotch and felt him harden. [Upstairs, please?] Phil chuckled and backed away. Taking Sampson's hand, he dragged his mate upstairs, kissing him again at their door, then pushing him inside. He put his hands on his hips. "Clothes." Sampson pulled off his shirt and moved to hang it in the closet. "Just drop 'em." Sampson slid his pants off and stepped out. "Boxers." Sampson looked at him and Phil licked his lips, staring at the bulge below his mate's waist. "Go on." Carefully, Sampson drew the waistband over the head of his engorged length and dropped them to the floor. "On the bed." Sampson crawled into the center of the bed and lay back, fingers laced behind his head. And, he looked up at Phil, blue eyes almost glowing with lust, surrounded by blond curls, full lips curled up. "Roll over, Beta." Sampson looked a little confused but complied. In their relationship he was often bottom, but it had sounded like... He felt the bed move, felt Phil's skin against his and turned his head for the kiss he expected. But Phil settled on his ass, rubbing his hands together. He then placed them on Sampson's shoulders and started to rub. "Let me know if anything hurts." ******* Lyssa looked up as Emmett walked in the door. Emmanuel, sitting in her lap, also looked up and launched himself at his father. Emmett got down on the floor to meet his son. Lyssa smiled as the two growled and wrestled on the floor. Emmanuel growled and snapped as Emmett held him down. Then, a twist, a roll, and Emmanuel was on top. And her pink little boy giggled as his father hoisted him up, then brought him down to rub noses. "How's Emmaline, son?" "Scary." Lyssa interjected, "Scared, Emmanuel?" "Yuh." "How 'bout you?" "Hokay." "Whadya do today?" "Look rabbit. Got flutterby." [My son, the great butterfly hunter.] Lyssa snorted at Emmett's comment. [When did you get your first rabbit?] Emmett looked over at his mate. "How was training today?" "Not as good as I'd like. I don't know if they believe me, course, I don't know how the people who might come for us will act." Lyssa sighed. "What about you?" "The usual. Check the cameras, run sweep, try and figure out who's best where." "Everybody hates being kept from running around outside, especially since nothing's happened." Now it was Emmett's turn to sigh. "They can still go out, they just need to be in pairs." Emmanuel watched his parents talk, brown eyes bouncing back and forth between them. "Me n Emline?" "Yes, son, like you and Emmaline. You, young man, just need to stay away from the roads." "Hokay, Daddy." "You have a lot of other places to run and explore. We don't want anything to happen to you. It would be easy for a big human to carry you away." "Me bite." Emmett bit his lip, trying not to laugh. Emmanuel had to know he was serious. Emmett sat up and looked his son in the eye, "I know you're a fierce cub, son, but they could still take you or hurt you. Mama and I love you. Stay away from the roads." Emmett's voice was firm. "Hokay, Daddy." He sounded a bit annoyed. "I'd like to go to the cottage tomorrow night," Lyssa said. Emmanuel shifted and ran over to his mother, yipping. She looked at him, then Emmett. "I'll see if we can spare Alex and Gordon to guard." "Do we really need guards?" "Too close to the road, sweetheart, you know that." Lyssa rolled her eyes. Emmett swallowed his annoyance. She was helping the others with the perceived threat. She should know better herself. "If we pass six months without a problem, then we'll talk about relaxing the rules. You know all this as well as, better than, the rest." Emmanuel wandered over to the door and grabbed the doorknob. "Emmanuel?" "Ookie." Hannah was making peanut butter cookies. "Gonna stay with the other pups?" Emmanuel nodded, vigorously. "Then come kiss your mother goodnight." A small pup, with silver-tipped, chestnut fur pranced over, leapt into Lyssa's lap and licked her face. Having already pulled the door open, he disappeared out of it. Lyssa watched the tip of his tail disappear and her mate walk over to close the door. Emmett leaned against it, hands behind his back, and looked her over. She looked a little tired, as most of them were, and a bit wistful, and, behind all that, worried. He walked back towards her, slowly, and watched her dark brown eyes track upwards. They lingered a little at his crotch, and he watched her nostrils flare slightly, then up, slowing again at his chest. She closed her eyes for a second and then her eyes lit on his face. He watched he start to smile in response to his. "Movie?" "Got one in mind?" "Fast and Furious?" She gave him that look. "Desolation of Smaug?" She pondered that. "OK, but no popcorn." His eyes went wide in question. "It stank for three days, last time." "Nachos?" "Sure, jalapenos." "Alright..." Lyssa had the movie queued up when Emmett came back with the nachos. They cuddled, and munched, and watched the movie. Somewhere about the time a dragon's head shifted under a pile of gold coins and gems, they fell asleep. She rolled over and up against her mate to crunching sounds. His arm automatically went around her as she laid her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest. As she began to wake, she yawned and stretched. And her fingers contacted something tacky. She pulled her fingers to her nose and sniffed. Cheese. Lyssa opened her eyes and focused on the orange splotch on his chest. A couple of grey hairs were stuck with the cheese. The screen on the television had, thankfully, gone blank. Now that she was more aware, she could feel the crushed chips under her body. Hm, maybe the popcorn would have been a better idea. They were going to have a heck of a time getting the bed cleaned. A shower was also necessary. They'd need to get cleaned up themselves. Hmm. She nosed her way across his chest. Emmett groaned, swallowed, and his hand found her elbow, sleepily rubbing it. She worked her way over, until she was laying crossways across his chest. Just as her tongue extended from her mouth, she felt the rumble in his chest as he spoke, "What are you up to, my mate?" Lyssa licked at the bright orange spot on his chest. "Cleaning." Emmett raised his head and looked at her, then the spot on his chest. "Who thought nachos would be better than, ah?!" Lyssa's hand had moved down his body to grasp his morning hardness. Another lick and the cheese smeared a bit more. "I think the sheets are toast." "Toast, too? That's a lot of crumbs." "Then we'll need crackers and cookies, too." And she moaned, as his fingers traced the wet lips between her thighs, stroked the bud of her pleasure. "Maybe we should stop eating in bed." Another lick, "Mmm, think so?" He kissed the top of her head as his fingers delved further. Meantime she was stroking his length. "Mmm. Let go, sweetheart." Lyssa's grip loosened and he crushed her to his chest, kissing her deeply. And he felt himself throb in the space between their bodies. He pulled her up further, to crunching noises, moist and succulent flesh poised over his mouth. [I smell something I would enjoy eating.] Lyssa clutched the headboard, which had been fortified with a metal framework. [So, more eating in bed?] The morning light made jewels of the feminine dew on her nether lips. Her fragrance thrilled him, made him harder. He inhaled. She fidgeted. "Em." She sighed at the single sweep of his tongue across her lips. And he savored his taste. He heard her tighten her grip on the headboard, heard the need in the syllable she repeated. "Emmm." And he began, feasting at her entrance. Licking, sucking, pressing his kisses. His hands held her in place, open and dripping. His tongue caressed her, drawing moans and writhing from his mate of five years. As she shuddered he knew he had her at the pinnacle and he said, quietly, [Let go , mate.] Glazed, dark brown eyes looked down at him. [Let go.] Her hands relaxed and he quickly brought her backwards and slipped her onto his hardened member. He sucked in a breath as she shrieked and rippled around him, nails biting into his pecs. Lyssa swallowed, shuddered, and sucked in air, opening heavily lidded eyes with a satisfied smile. She continued the smile as he firmly grabbed her hips. He lifted her, then brought her down again, and again. As sensitive as she now was, another orgasm had her bucking on him as he pushed his knot inside her. And, as her muscles clenched around him, he came with a roar. After a short recovery period, he pulled her down on top of him and kissed her. She stroked his hair and cuddled up against him. They fell into a sated doze. ****** The day was warm and sunny. Wolves went out on their limited, allowed runs. Some ran sweep, others guarded, or took positions as spotters. Mates, with the females in heat, fucked. Others sparred, taught cubs, did chores. The day was typical. But for one thing. It was during lunch that the Alpha of Ross stood. And waited. Before the dining hall fully quieted, before she lost her nerve, she blurted, "I'm having a pup." The hall then went dead silent as wolves nudged each other and all eyes turned to her. Her family had not been of high status, in the Wyeth pack she had remained Omega, a warrior. This kind of attention and scrutiny unnerved her. Just as suddenly, conversation started again. Ever mindful of politics, Phil stood, raised his glass and toasted, "The Alpha heir." Others joined in, repeating, "Alpha heir!" Sampson saw that Sharilyn was being questioned. [Beta, is this true?] [You doubt your Alpha?] The wolf who'd asked the question, Kent, started, as if struck. It had not been a wise question to ask. Stephanie sat again, looking dazed. Sharilyn watched their Alpha for any sign of distress. There was no sign of pain on her Alpha's face so she relaxed a bit. A first pregnancy was always an unknown, you never knew if a female could carry a pup to term, if they'd have twins, or bleed, or be unable to eat for weeks from the sickness. Both the females and their mates would worry over every little thing as they wouldn't know what to expect. The males were almost worse, in some respects, as their natural overprotectiveness for family would go into overdrive. What Now? Ch. 02 The Alpha no longer had a mate to overreact, but she was suddenly now Alpha, with the stress of that, the loss of her mate, a pregnancy late in life, and the recent human's knowledge of them. It would be almost a miracle if she did birth her pup. Amanda was looking at her, mouth tight. She had taken on the responsibilities of the Alpha female when Sabine, Calvin's first mate, had fallen ill. She had been made Beta as a result. Her duties had been reduced when Stephanie had mated their Alpha. But now, with Calvin Ross dead, she would have those duties again and, now, likely more. She wasn't sure how she was going to cope and her mate was going to be resentful of the time it was going to take. ***** Nathan Severn came home, roaring in on his bike, Nike. He didn't usually come home so early, so Joanna ran to the front door, afraid of what might have happened. He rushed up, dropping his helmet in the front yard, "Where's Lyri?" "Nathan, what's wrong?" He reached her, took her face in his hands, "Where's Lyri?" "With her Gramma, why? What's wrong?" He picked her up and she automatically locked her legs around him and held on. Nathan bit at the side of her neck as he walked them inside and kicked the door shut. She made a pleasured noise and leaned her head off to the side. She gasped as he sat her behind on the edge of the couch as he started to pull her blouse open and his lips made a beeline to her breast as he shoved aside her bra. She tried one more time, "Nathan?" before giving in to the sensations. His mouth on her breast, teeth lightly biting at her nipple between licks. His hand was on the other, kneading it and pinching the other. The other hand held her, to keep her from falling off the edge. [My pants, love.] Joanna's hands went from his head to his waist. She unbuckled his belt, opened his fly, and his pants dropped around his ankles with a thunk. And he moaned as she stroked the bulge in the front of his boxers. She pulled at the elastic in the front of his boxers and eased it over his turgid member, then pushed them to the floor. He blew out a breath and came back up to kiss her. [Yours.] Joanna undid her own pants and shoved down, but her butt was on the sofa. Nathan's hand were on her waist and he lifted her. Her jeans slid down as she'd dropped her feet and he moved to put her back on the couch and spread her legs. He growled in frustration when they wouldn't open and she put a hand on his chest. "My shoes, mate." He growled again, fur erupting, claws puncturing the fabric of her jeans. Grabbing her feet, he ripped them apart. He inhaled, deeply, as her feminine fragrance was released. Then, fur receding again, he once more picked her up and she squeaked as he impaled her on his rigid length. She clutched at him, hands at his neck and in his hair as their mouths quested for each other. He got her butt back against the couch and began driving into her, his piston filling her and making her small breasts bounce in time. Her ankles, wrapped in the remnants of her jeans locked, as much as they could, behind his back. She kissed various parts of his face, feverishly, before returning to his mouth. Then her nails dug into his shoulders as he pressed his knot inside her. Short, sharp thrusts then. "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh." She broke, contractions surrounding him. He howled his climax. Lyria turned toward the noise, knowing her father's voice, his howl, as Juliet smiled. "Your parents need a little more mommy and daddy time, my lovely girl. You can go see them in a little longer." Lyria whined but settled back down, watching her grandmother make cookies. Her cousins, all male, were either at lessons or home. Juliet had instituted a regular girls' day with her only granddaughter. She knew Nathan had good news for his mate. And for all of them. Nathan walked them back to their bedroom, sat down, and collapsed backward onto the bed. Joanna kissed him and stroked his hair. "So, mate, what happened?" He kissed the tip of her nose. "They're letting us back out again." She looked a bit puzzled. "To work! They decided we were doing a fine job before and they didn't find any reason to keep us out of the field." "Oh, Nathan, that's great! Does everyone else know?" "Yeah, I wanted to surprise you." "That means things are getting better, right?" "I think so, love. I hope so." ***** It was like preparing for a cross country trip. Well, maybe not that bad but,compared to normal movements, it seemed that way. Normally they could just take off with some snacks but now they had to coordinate with a couple of the others. Alex and Gordon were saying goodbye to their mates before setting off to guard the First Beta's family for the night. Lyssa was feeling guilty about wanting time away from the den and taking resources away from the pack. They'd also invited Emmaline along so her parents were fussing over her. And, then, Samuel volunteered to take the place of one of the others, to watch over his daughter. Emmett took him aside. "Can you keep watch without worrying about her?" Samuel inhaled and closed his eyes before answering. Emmaline was sensitive to the emotions of others and was fearful and upset and worried, mirroring the mood of the pack. They finally started out, moving slowly because the pups were young. Samuel stayed back at the den, with his mate. [Gordon, stay on Emmaline. Alex, you have Emmanuel.] Both wolves made noises of agreement and moved to keep their charges in sight. It was dusk and the smells were enticing. Emmett led, the pups in the middle, with Lyssa behind. The other two males were flanking. While Emmaline was a little more reserved, Emmanuel started ranging from the path, chasing scents. Lyssa knew it was normal behavior but it worried her that he was wandering. [It would be so much easier if I could yell at him.] [For what?] Emmett looked back. [He's just exploring.] [You're not taking this seriously.] Lyssa replied. [Of course I am. We have other males to help guard and no reports of anyone inside the range.] Emmett stopped and looked at her. [You could always growl at him.] Lyssa huffed and they started off again. They arrived at the cottage without incident although Alex probably went three times as far as anyone else. He and Gordon took up stations outside while the First Beta family and Emmaline went inside. Emmanuel and Emmaline yipped and chased each other around the small living room in a game of tag. Lyssa rolled her eyes at Emmett. [Think we'll get any sleep?] [They'll settle down in a bit. Maybe a snack.] [No, you're right. Let them go awhile, it'll be good for both of them.] Lyssa sat, picking up a book, and Emmett sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. He put his mouth close to her ear, "I still need to get you something to get under that dress." Lyssa chuckled, thinking of the green dress she had been wearing when he found her here after the Alpha female had decided on a lesson on communication for them. She put a hand to the side of his face and kissed him. She put down the book. "So, I guess things are getting better, huh?" "I would say so. If they feel that Severn can be trusted to start doing police work again it bodes well for us." "Good news. Let's hope we get more." All was quiet on this night before the new moon. The cubs settled down and curled up together to sleep. And Lyssa slept well, though Emmett slept lightly, worried, on guard. In the morning, they returned to the den. After breakfast, Lyssa headed to their suite to prep for the council meeting that evening. This month they had promising news with Severn pack being allowed back into the field. The packs now had reason to be optimistic. She had just gotten to the room when a call came through for her on the main line. Taking a deep breath and releasing it, she turned for the den's office. She flattened herself against the side of the hall as Mercy went by with Jamie in hot pursuit. She smiled and continued on. On the phone was the packs' lawyer with a proposition that they hadn't anticipated. She fairly vibrated to tell everyone but had to limit it to the Alphas and Betas. The rest of the packs would learn that evening. It would be shortly after that that everyone would know. The mood of the pack was much improved at lunch as the word spread of Severn pack being allowed back to work. At the end of the meal Randall, Wyeth's Alpha, asked everyone to assemble in the front hall. There was speculative murmuring as the Alphas and Betas ascended to the balcony. "My pack, you are all aware of the good news from Severn pack but we have additional news to impart." Lyssa smiled, he was going to tell them. "This welcome news comes from Ross pack." The murmuring started again. "My pack!" Everyone quieted again at the command. "The Alpha of Ross carries the Alpha heir." Gasps and noises of amazement went up from the assembled wolves. Stephanie, Alpha of Ross, formerly of Wyeth, had never been close to anyone, had never been expected to mate, let alone bear a pup. "Are we going to send a present?" Hannah helped in the kitchen and was... a little slow. Not aware of political correctness. This was not something that was normally done but, then again, this was also not a typical situation. The Wyeth Alpha looked at Hannah, considering, as the pack waited. "What would you suggest, Hannah?" She looked a bit confused. "What present would you send?" Hannah thought a minute. "Cookies? No, a cake!" Randall smiled. "I think that's fine idea, Hannah." "OK." Excited, she turned and fairly ran for the kitchen. "Alright, everyone, petitions in... 45 minutes." Hannah had baked three different cakes, unsure of what the Ross Alpha would like. The first was a chocolate cake, covered in ganache, with a raspberry filling. The second was a banana-flavored cake, with coconut topping and banana filling. The last one was more whimsical, in celebration of the happy event. It was a yellow cake with chocolate brown icing, in the form of a pup. Ariel looked them over, smiled and thanked Hannah, and sent all three to Ross. That evening Lyssa got the conference system set up and considered the agenda for the council meeting. The members had been staying in their own dens of late, but now that might change since the humans seemed to be loosening up about their presence. The Alphas arrived and Lyssa smiled at them. They looked less tense than they had been. For the first time since their coming out, things were looking up. The others came on the line and Lyssa could see that everyone was feeling better. Every pack reported no encroachment onto their ranges by humans but for the few protesters at the gates of Severn and Wyeth. Severn had also taken down a drone. Jonathon Severn, the Alpha, then explained to them the return of their members to active duty. This was viewed positively even though the police commissioner had placed conditions on their return. Next was the announcement, though they already knew, of the Ross Alpha's pregnancy. Stephanie looked uncomfortable about the revelation. "Madam Beta?" "Yes, Alpha?" "I'd like to thank Wyeth for the cakes." Ariel replied. "Hannah will be happy to hear you enjoyed them. I'm sure she would like to know which you preferred." The others on the council looked somewhat confused, and a bit uncomfortable. Had they missed some point of etiquette? Stephanie put on a secret smile. "It wouldn't be ... wise. Bethany is quite beside herself." "It was not our intention to upset your pack member but to celebrate our former pack mate's good news." Others from the council then offered their congratulations to the Ross Alpha. After things quieted a little, Lyssa announced, "I have two more items to bring to the council. The first is that the lawyers have identified a couple of legislators that seem to be sympathetic to us." Approving murmurs were heard. "But, that's just a beginning. It could take years for something to really happen." She waited a bit, to see if there were any questions. "OK, moving on. I got another call from the lawyer yesterday with an interesting request." They all looked at her, expectantly. "Everyone needs to think about it before agreeing to anything." She swallowed. "We've gotten requests from a couple of big cities. They want some of us to join their criminal investigators, to help them find missing people, hunt down criminals..." The Alpha of Foster spoke up. "This is good. Their authorities are accepting us; they see value in us." The others made noises of agreement, relief. Tucker's Madam Alpha gusted a relieved sigh. "We can relax." Lyssa looked at her Alphas then planted herself firmly in front of the monitors. "Hey!" Although she occasionally did this, to get their attention, they were still shocked at the outburst and all eyes went to her. Lyssa closed her eyes and exhaled before continuing. The volume of her voice dropped, so they had to focus on her. "No, we can't relax. Not completely. Not ever again." "But.." began Gates. She turned her attention to him. At the same time, she noticed the Ross Alpha's resolved look. "Humans.." A pause. "There will always be some humans who will hate us for what we are, because we're different. Always. If you haven't, look at the news, see how they treat groups of other humans who are different. Different skin, different religion, different sexual orientation, different opinions. Someone kills a doctor for doing something legal that they don't agree with. Harass hunters. Bomb buildings because they disagree with someone's beliefs. Beat someone for having the wrong skin color in the wrong place." She ran out of breath. "But the request for help..." Stephanie stepped in to reply. "Unless we are careful, they may just want to use us. Call us out for no pay. Use us as bloodhounds with no brains. Treat us like animals." Silence reigned as everyone considered the new Alpha's words. Then, the questions started. A barrage. Lyssa looked to her Alphas. Randall nodded toward the screen. She stood, crossed her arms, and waited. It didn't take long for them to stop. "This is why we have lawyers. We can negotiate for good treatment, special treatment. We have special abilities, different needs, compared to them. We should get paid for it. That isn't to say that, well, when a little kid goes missing, that we shouldn't sometimes help without pay. People will feel better about us if we do." "But the places that asked for help are big cities. Boston. Chicago. Los Angeles. There are a lot of people, humans, packed in a small area. Well, millions in a few square miles. The smells. The noise. No real good places to run, to hunt. Being away from pack and family for who knows how long." "While it's a good beginning, there's a lot we should think about." "Aren't there closer packs?" The Wyeth Alpha responded. "Of course, but they're only certain of our existence." ***** It was early morning when Sampson was summoned. [Beta. The Alpha doesn't seem right. She came to the roof.] Damn! Sampson untangled himself from arms, legs, and bedclothes to a groan of discontent. Calvin had warned him about her sleepwalking. And, stressed as she had been lately, he had been expecting is since her investiture as Alpha. He looked longingly at the blond head in the bed, curls tousled, skin bare to his gaze... [Beta?] [Is she near the edge?] [No, standing and scenting. She doesn't seem to know that I'm here.] Sampson dragged on pants and shot out of the room. Down the stairs, he knocked on the unmated females' door. [Shirley, I need you. The Alpha needs you.] Shirley stumbled out of the room, rubbing her eyes and yawning. She blearily looked at Sampson. "Roof?" He nodded and looked at her. She had come to the door naked. They all typically slept in the nude. Sampson followed her up the stairs, noting her curves, the clenching and unclenching of each buttock. The nip in for her waist, glimpses of the brown hairs between her legs. Not a bad looking female, he supposed. But it was something else entirely that moved him. Something under blond curls, rising from a nest of curled blond hairs. Shirley cracked the door to the roof and motioned him back against the wall. "Livvy! You come inside right now!" [Peter?] [She's stopped. Looks confused.] Sampson nodded at Shirley. "Lavinia! Now!" They listened as footsteps approached. The door slammed open, knocking Shirley against the wall and knocking Sampson off balance. As Stephanie pounded down the stairs, Sampson plunged claws into the wall to stop himself from tumbling down the stairs. Shirley rubbed her arm, where the doorknob had caught her, and gusted out a breath. "Can we just record my voice for next time?" Sampson blinked. "Uh. Yeah." Shirley moved past him, headed back for her bed. Sampson followed his Alpha, to make sure she went back to her room, then worked his way back toward his own. [Thank you, Peter.] He debated on how to handle this problem going forward. Lock her in at night? Post someone outside her door? Inside? She couldn't be allowed to accidentally harm herself, lose the pup she was carrying. he would have to talk to the healer about her. Again. It was later that morning that the Ross Alpha sat behind the steering wheel of a car for the first time. Stephanie gritted her teeth, trying to listen to the lesson. Trevor said, "Alright, mirrors adjusted, seat adjusted, let's start the car." He handed her the key. "Put this in that slot and shove it in once." Stephanie pushed the wide hunk of plastic into the hole in the dash and pushed it again. Nothing. Pushed it again. Nothing. Trevor looked confused. "Oh, yeah. You have to have your foot on the brake." She shot a look at him. "It's a safety feature so little kids don't take off with one." The engine roared to life. "Now, put the car in gear. To the D." "Alright, now, take your foot off the brake and push down on the accelerator, slowly, lightly." As she released the brake the car started to move forward. She jammed the brake on again. "Why was it moving? I didn't touch the other pedal." "Most cars, when they aren't new anymore, start to have some wear on the parts. Unless they're new, they'll creep a little. It's normal." Trevor tried to compose himself, she knew less than any of the pups he'd taught to drive. He had to explain absolutely everything. Stephanie took a deep breath and tried again. After an initially slow start, she pushed a little harder. "Just hold it straight." They started down the driveway. "If you want to turn right, turn the wheel that way." The first trip was slow, about 15 mph, as she got the hang of turning the wheel. "Good. Good, Alpha. Now, stop." There was less of a jerk than he expected. "Now, let's turn around and go back." "How do I see?" "Use the mirrors or turn you head." She backed into the turnaround pretty well. "OK. Put it in park and open your door." Confused, she did as he said. "Now you can see where you are." There were eight or nine wolves on the lawn, watching, as she drove up and down the driveway a couple more times. "How long will it take me to get my license?" "Most of the pack take two to four months depending on the time they can spend practicing." Stephanie sat their quietly, thinking. After a few moments, Trevor prompted. "Alpha?" She came back to herself. "Oh, yes. I was thinking I'd like to visit my father." "That's a long drive, Alpha." Stephanie got out and headed for the den. [Thank you, Trevor.] ***** Meanwhile, Lyssa was trying to figure out what conditions they might put on any work they might do for humans. No permanent tracking put on them. No cages. Extra pay for work beyond a few hours, like overtime pay. Hazard pay depending on the job. Compensation for injury. Oh, no leashes or other restraint. What Now? Ch. 02 Emmanuel ran in, barking. He bowed his front end down, tail in the air and wagging furiously. Lyssa looked at her son, smiled, and shifted to wolf, sliding from her clothes. Emmanuel bounced, first one way, then the other. Lyssa adopted the play stance and he yipped and took off. Emmanuel bounded down the stairs with his mother following. Though her son was a strong young wolf pup, she could still easily overtake him. They ran around the den, past sparring males, and into the woods. Soft, spring grasses, flowers, sun. As Lyssa followed the silver-tipped tail around the lake, she yipped and leapt forward as he was bowled over. Her fright was quickly dissipated as a small blondish pup rolled with her son. Ah, Lyria. Joanna must be over for a visit. As the two pups tumbled and chased, she watched them play, briefly, then headed for the den. Lyssa found Joanna with her mother, as would be expected. They embraced briefly, and Lyssa told her friend she'd be in the exercise room. She was doing triceps extensions when Joanna came in, "Hey, Lys." Lyssa put the weight down. "Hey, Jo. How're you? How's Nathan?" "So glad to be back to work and I'm glad he's happy." "Goin' back to school?" "Yeah, probably in the fall. How's Em?" They headed to the kitchen for coffee and a piece of cake. "Busy. Trying to keep everybody safe. Organizing. Security cameras. Training sessions, males and females." "Little Em?" Lyssa took a drink as they sat in the dining hall. "We keep trying to get him to understand humans can be dangerous and that he's got to watch out for them. I'm worried somebody'll grab him. His answer: Me bite." Joanna chuckled. "Too independent for his own good." Lyssa sighed and nodded. Jo put a hand on her arm. "How about you?" "Lawyers. Legislation. Training. Council meetings. Hey, did you hear some police agencies want to have us work with them to solve crimes?" "Sounds good. Is it?" "As long as we work out the contract right, we should be OK. I don't know who's gonna like it much, though. Cities. Lots of humans. Smells. Noise." "You might be surprised." "And Stephanie's pregnant, can you believe it?" "It's so sad..." They talked amiably for a period, with occasional interruptions for greetings from others. After a while, two pups tottered into the room, crawled into their mother's laps, became pink little children, and fell asleep. "She looks like you," Lyssa said. Joanna looked up from stroking her little one's skin with a radiant smile. "Daddy's little girl. And he's definitely Em's son." "Oh, yeah." Lyssa smiled down at her little boy, ruffled his hair. "So, he still can't send?" Lyssa shook her head. [It's really starting to scare me. He's so independent.] Joanna opened his mouth, then closed it. She looked down at Lyria and thought of how she'd feel if something happened to her and she couldn't call for help. What Now? Ch. 03 Thanks again to 'Omegazone' for editing this story. If you haven't read the first two chapters please do so now. It was time to go back and see the doctor and get my results. I would need them for the divorced proceedings. I entered the doctors office and waited to here my name called. The receptionist spoke, "George Manning, George Manning," I stood up, "please follow me," she said. I went into my little room and the doctor came in. "Good afternoon George," the doctor spoke. "How are you today?" "I just came for my sperm test and DNA results." I replied. "Well George, you won't need a vasectomy," the Doctor replied. "That motorcycle accident you had fifteen years ago did a number on your lower pelvic region. You won't be able to father anymore kids. So I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. You won't need a vasectomy but you have been firing blanks for the last fifteen years." What about my DNA Doctor, do you have my chart? The doctor handed me a chart with a lot of dots and lines. I told him I had no idea what I was looking at. He said I needed another chart, from someone else, so he could explain it better. I reached into a folder and pulled out Dot's DNA paper that I had gotten out of the safe. He put them both on this light board and was looking at them "Now this chart is for a girl, see where all these dots and lines intersect. That means there is a 99% chance that this girl is your daughter." he said. I started crying, I couldn't help it. The pride and joy of my life was mine, my flesh and blood. The doctor looked at me and said, "Is everything alright George?" I said, "Everything is great doc. Would you mind looking at these other two charts for me." "Well let's see," said the doctor. 'These are both boys and are probably brothers, now put your chart next to them and let's take a look. Yes, see the dots and lines are the same on all these charts, there is a 99% chance these are your sons." replied the doctor. "I will put this all in writing and have it notarized for you if you would like." I looked at the doctor and said, "Pleas do, that would be great. I have one more question doctor, what does 99% chance mean?" The doctor laughed and said, "That means there is a nine million to one shot that these are your kids. Only one person in nine million could have fathered these kids, pretty safe odds." I left the doctors office a very happy man, after getting my DNA papers and a notarized letter from the doctor I headed for home. It was now Monday, I only had till Thursday to get my plan together. I started with finding a lawyer, one who was really good. A friend of mine mentioned Sally Hawk who he used for his and a friend's divorce. I made an appointment with Sally taking all my DNA papers and a copy of my 'Dear John' letter with me. Damn! Sally was a looker, but I could tell she was a take no prisoner kind of person. She first read the 'Dear John' letter, and I could see her tear up a little. Then she looked at the DNA letter from my doctor and almost laughed out loud. "Well, Mr Manning, what do you suggest?" asked Sally. "First, please call me George, if it's alright with you, and second I want everything I can legally get." I replied. Sally started speaking: "You have a marriage that has lasted thirty-two years, good or bad. Your wife says you have committed adultery but doesn't show any proof. You on the other hand have this letter in her handwriting admitting adultery over a thirty-two year period. You can probably get a 65/35 split of all assets if you apply for a divorce first. There would be some haggling over minor issues but the courts in Ohio would be on your side. You could have gotten a lot more if the kids weren't yours but I think what you have is a lot more important then money." I looked up, nodded my head and smiled. Sally continued, "I will need a list of all credit accounts, saving accounts, and approximate assets. We will freeze immediately all credit cards that are in your name. Also I am going to freeze all saving accounts till court action is taken. We'll allow withdraws of up to $100 a day with a max of $500 a week till all the papers are drawn up. Which should only be about a week." "I do believe that your wife's IRA's should go to her, and your IRA to you. Each of you has earned that money. Also any keepsakes that were passed down from other generations should be given to that person." said Sally. "Are you planning to keep living at your present residence? If not, then I suggest that you have an auction and sell the house and contents, divide all the money 65% to 35%. That would be the easiest way." Sally spoke with conviction. Sally looked at me and said, "I know it's rough, but life goes on, I've seen it hundreds of times. It's all down to dollars and cents now. Do you have anything you want to say?." I spoke and replied, "Just thank you for all your help and guidance. I'll go with all that you proposed. I don't want to live in the big house alone. Too many memories, both good and bad. Is there any chance I can have the divorce papers delivered at the reunion this Saturday, with a draft of the proposed settlement? I would also like a restraining order so she can't go into the house without my permission and remove property." Sally conveyed to me, "It will cost a little extra but we can put a rush on it. I'll have a Michigan deputy deliver the papers to the Ramada Inn on Saturday. The restraining order will be issued for Sunday. You do have to understand that she has a right to go into the house. She just won't be able to remove any items other than her personal belongings." With everything said, I thanked Sally again and planned my last two days before my wife left for her reunion and out of my life. I got hold of my sons and my daughter to verify they would be going to the reunion. They all agreed to be there, I then told them I wanted to meet them before the dinner. I had something very important to tell them which may change their thinking on whether or not to attend the dinner. But more then anything I wanted their support. It was a total change of life situation for their mother and me. I told them I couldn't tell them anymore right now but would see them Saturday at the Ramada Inn. I hated keeping them in suspense but I really wanted them there. I mentioned to Dorothy that since she was taking Thursday and Friday off from school so she could leave early for her reunion that we could go out and have dinner on Wednesday night. She thought that would be nice. I knew she was just doing it to act normal, she didn't want to make any waves this late in her game. -------------------- It is now Wednesday, we went out and I treated her as though we were on a date. I opened doors, pulled out chairs, complimented her. She was drinking wine, hoping not to get drunk, I was drinking my usual beer. After dinner we took in a movie, kind of a love story. Then we headed for home. She told me what a wonderful evening she had and really enjoyed it. When we got home she changed into a nightgown then headed for bed. I stripped naked and slid in next to her. She looked at me and said, "Not tonight George, I'm really tired." I have never been rough with Dorothy but tonight was going to be a different story. She was leaving me so what did I have to loose. I just reached over and grabbed her by her pussy mound right over her nightgown. I just squeezed until my fingers were pushing her panties and nightgown into the crevice of her pussy. She yelled at me, "George stop it, I told you no!" I just kept squeezing, She reached both hands down on top of mine to pull my hand off her, she wasn't strong enough. She yelled again, "George I said stop it! I'm not in the mood." Well holding tight onto her pussy I got up on my knees and used my other hand and started to squeeze her tits. I could tell she was getting mad. I looked her directly in the eyes and said, "Well, I'm in the mood, we can do it the easy way or the hard way, your choice." She said, "George what's gotten into you? Please don't hurt me." "Dorothy, I don't intend to hurt you, but I do intend to fuck you, and fuck you good." I'll ask you one more time, "the easy way or the hard way?" Okay George, "I'll play along," as she sat up and took off her nightgown leaving only her panties on. I said, "Lie back down now," as she did I put my hand through the leg hole of her panties right onto her hairy mound. I started finger fucking her and she started to press against my hand. She was really getting into it now. I had my so called bowling fingers jammed as far as they would go up into her pussy while rubbing around her clit and mound with my thumb. I stopped fingering her, pulled my hand out of her panties and ripped off her panties. I then climbed between her legs and muff dove into her pussy. She kept squealing, "Oh God, Oh God, that feels so good, don't stop George, please don't stop." I ate her pussy harder, faster and used my tongue on her more then I ever had in all thirty-two years of marriage. I looked at her squirming with delight. I stopped and said, "Do you want more?" She looked at me and said, "Oh God yes." "Then you'll have to suck my cock. Are you willing to do it?" I asked. "But George, I'm not good at it. I don't think I can please you." She replied. "It will please me just to put my cock in your mouth and watch you suck it." I grinned. With that said, I moved up on the bed and laid my cock onto her waiting lips. She opened her mouth and let the head in. I had never seen her this hot, it was like forbidden sex even, though we had been married all these years. She had never sucked me like this. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and rolled her over in a sixty-nine position and told her to get on top and give me that pussy to suck on. We stayed in that position, for quite awhile, as she sucked my cock like a popsicle. I felt her having many spasms or orgasms as her juices flowed from her pussy. I came with a blast and she took it all it her mouth, a lot came back out but she didn't pull my cock out. We have never done a sixty-nine like that in our entire married life. Makes me wonder where she learnt how. I turned her back over and took my half limp cock and started rubbing it against her pussy lips. It only took seconds to start getting hard again. I slowly pushed the head of my cock into her pussy. She moaned and was breathing hard. I looked up at her and she was holding both of her tits and rubbing the nipples, they were rock hard. She had her eyes closed and her tongue sticking out licking her cum covered lips. I was in as deep as I could get but her pussy was so wet I was hardly getting any friction. I pulled out and had her turn over, and started fucking her from behind. I looked at her anus and stuck one finger in and started fingering her ass. She gasped but didn't say anything. I put a second finger in her anus and kept pumping my cock against here till my balls hit her. I reached down and took gobs of pussy juice and rubbed it into her anus. I pulled my cock soaked with pussy juice out of her pussy and slipped the head against her asshole and slowly pushed it in. She gasped saying, "No George, it hurts." I pushed my cock in a little deeper as I slipped two fingers back into her pussy. She was saying, "God it hurts, but yet feels so good, I feel so full." "Do you want me to pull out Dorothy?" I asked. "No just don't pump to fast, I don't want to lose this feeling," she replied. I slowly begin pumping again, I pulled my wet fingers out of her pussy and put my hands on her hips and started my in and out motion, pushing in deeper each time. I was finally in all the way, my balls slapping against her pussy every time I pushed forward into her ass. She was making all kind of noises, then she screamed, "God I'm comng and pushed her ass as far back against my cock as she could. With her ass cheeks squeezing my cock I exploded, I don't think I have ever come that hard twice in my entire life. As I pulled my limp cock out of her ass I heard a pop as her ass cheeks closed. She fell forward totally exhausted and went to sleep. I got up and took a quick shower and thought about the latest events. To bad she was such a cheating wife. The last couple of weeks have been some of the best sex of my life. I got up Thursday morning and got ready for work. I looked over at Dorothy's naked body still in the same position she was in last night. I had a twinge of sadness knowing it would be the last time I would see her like this. Even though we didn't have a loving marriage we did have some good times. I knew that when I got home that evening that I would have a 'Dear John' letter waiting for me on the table. Then I grabbed my stuff, and left for work. I had to stop by the house to pick up a few tools. Her car wasn't there. I was kind of glad, didn't really want to face her yet. As I went into the house I didn't see my 'Dear John' letter yet. I thought I'd check out my message bug and see if anything was new on it. She had received a call from Dixie asking her if she was ready for the trip. They were to pick her up around 4:00pm. It was less then a four hour trip. I looked up at the clock and it was noon. Then I heard Dorothy speak. "Dixie am I making the right decision? I'm getting cold feet." Dorothy said. "What are you saying girl? You've waited thirty-two years to be with Paul. What happened?" asked Dixie. "George just seemed to have changed in the last couple of weeks. I do have feelings for him even if it's not love." Replied Dorothy. "You fucked him again, didn't you Dorothy," replied Dixie. "That pussy of yours is what started the whole thing with Paul in the first place. I told you not to have sex again with George before you left him. I knew this might happen." said Dixie. "Why don't you give Paul a call? It might help." "You're right Dixie, once I get back with Paul at the reunion everything will be alright." Dorothy replied. "I'll go to a public phone and call Paul to help ease my mind, I don't want to call from here and leave a phone record." That must be where she is now, calling her lover. Oh well, I'll meet him Saturday with my own surprises. I left her a note saying sorry I missed her, that I had stopped home to take her to lunch before she leaves to her reunion. I even signed it, 'Love George' just to rub it in a little. None of it was true but she didn't know that. When I got home from work that evening, there on the table was my 'Dear John' letter. I guess talking to Paul persuaded her to go. I opened up the letter and the only thing that was changed was a hand written note at the bottom, saying, "I'll never forget the last two weeks, love Dorothy." Saturday came and I headed to the Ramada Inn. I had called and made reservations for me and a room for each of the boys and there family.. I also notified the reunion committee that we were coming to surprise Dorothy for our thirty-third anniversary, but not to let her know. I wanted to make sure we had reservations for dinner. I had the family all meet me up in my suite to explain the bad news. I started out telling them. That I hoped this would have been a surprise thirty-third anniversary party for their mother and I, but things have changed. Their mom is in love with another man and has been most of her life. That she was waiting for them to grow up and have lives of their own before leaving me. They all were surprised, saying all the standard stuff you would expect to here such as: "No Dad, it must be a mistake." "No, Dad it can't be true." "Are you sure?" "God, I'm sorry for you dad" "I can't believe mom would do this to you." Plus many more. Finally I said, "Whoa, she left me this 'Dear John' letter before leaving for the reunion. She didn't want any of you to see it but I need to show it to you. Then I have another report to show you." They all read the letter with tears in their eyes, especially when they got to the part about me not being their father. After they finished reading the letter, Dot looked up at me and said, "You will always be my father, always" Then she hugged me. I said, "I have some good news to share with all of you. At least I hope you will all feel the same as I do and consider it good news." Then I handed them the letter with the DNA results stating I am their natural father. They all started crying and hugging me and each other saying, "I knew you were, I just knew it." I looked at all my kids and their wives, I have to say this. "Even though you probably hate what your mother did, please understand she loved you. It was me she was not in love with. You can hate what she did, but don't hate her. She was a wonderful mother to each of you, and lived her life just like I did for each of you. She put her life on hold so you could have a mother and a father, don't hate her for that." They all looked saddened, but were thinking about what I just said. We all headed down to the restaurant, my two sons with their wives and kids, and Dot holding on to me. There were at least a hundred people in the room when we entered. I told the greeter my name and how many were in our party and took us to a table with a reserved sign on it. We all sat down and Dot told me I had one chair to many. I told her I had a guest coming. We all looked around and spotted Dottie and Joe, and across from them sat Dorothy with Paul. They all seemed to be enjoying their selves when Dixie looked up in our direction. We heard her from across the room saying, "Oh my God, your whole family is here!" Dorothy's mouth dropped open in total disbelief. "Oh my God, why are they here?" we heard her say. Then Dot got up and walked over to her mom's table. She looked at her mother and said, "I hate what you did to dad, I'll try and understand because I love you and you are my mom. Dad is here to give a speech, you will still hear it, but the results are different." With that said she came back to the table. As she sat down and said, "Sorry dad but I had to say something." I just smiled at her and greeted our guest who just arrived at the table. George, Mike, Dot, I would like to introduce you to June Simon. Paul's ex-wife. They all said hello and the boys introduced their families. June was a nice looking women. She was around 5'5, maybe 145 lbs. She was dressed very nice. When Paul looked over and seen her with us, he got up to come over to our table, but Dorothy stopped him She knew that would be a big error on Paul's part. They had a podium set up to hear the different speeches. The master of ceremonies stood up and gave the usual, blah, blah, blah speech and then announced the names of all the class members who had attended and had them stand. They called Dixie's name, so we clapped lightly, then Joe's, and we clapped again. They called Dorothy's name and as she stood, we all made a lot of noise to get noticed. We could tell she was embarrassed. When they called out Paul's name we didn't even clap. Then they called June's name and we all clapped loudly again, making her laugh. After a few speeches were given the 'Master of Ceremonies,' called George Manning up to the stand for a special speech. Everyone at our table clapped and cheered for me as I approached the podium. I started the speech thanking the committed for letting me speak. I told everyone that I asked to speak to wish my wife Dorothy who I pointed too, a Happy thirty-third wedding anniversary which would be in two days. Everyone started clapping for us. I held my hands up to quiet them down. Then continued talking, "Before I left home today Dorothy left me a 'Dear John' letter which I will read excerpts from. She has been in love with Paul Simon during our whole marriage, looking at many of you I could guess that many of you already knew this. She is leaving me for him as of today." What Now? Ch. 03 Alright, I admit I might not be as straight as I thought. I might be a little gay... maybe. Or bisexual. Yeah, I'm probably bi. It's this stupid Ian who's messing with my head. That's totally what it is. "You just think about it alright? I'll see you after school." That's what he said at lunch after he gave me mind-blowing head and practically told me I could do whatever I wanted to him - even fuck him - without expecting anything in return. I think it was that submissiveness that did me in, besides the fact that he was smoking hot. The idea of this small, sexy, energetic little boy with an attitude giving me complete power over his body was the nail in the coffin of my straightness. The only thing that came even close to making me as hot as that one sentence from Ian was the times I would make out with Danny, and that - the fact that my top two sexual fantasies were of guys - was what destroyed the idea I'd been holding on to that I was just experimenting. I might be a stubborn guy, but I'm not stupid, and I'm not one to lie to myself - anymore. Am I gay? I don't know. Am I straight? Not completely. For now, all I know is I haven't been paying attention to anything my teacher has been saying all period and the bell just rang. Ian will be waiting for me at the bus stop. *** I walked out of my classroom and the first thing I saw was Ian. I'd meant to go find him, but he was already there waiting for me outside the classroom. For some reason, this gave me a warm feeling in my chest - he was as eager about this as I was. "Hey," he said, trying to play cool. I could see the excitement in his pretty eyes. "Hey," I said back, moving aside so people could get out of the classroom. "You were waiting for me?" I couldn't keep the smile off my voice, or off my face. "Get over yourself," he said, again playing it cool, but he was smiling too. "My teacher let us out early, and I just thought it would be more convenient if you didn't have to look for me. It saves time, so we don't miss the bus again." His red bangs had drooped onto his forehead and he flipped them back with his hand. It was sexy. "And this had nothing to do with you being excited to see me?" I teased. He smiled. "Fuck you," he playfully said, and we both smiled like idiots. "Anyway," he said, breaking the tension that had started to form around us. "I was wondering if maybe you wanna ride the bus with me and come to my house? My mom's not home, so we could talk about how this thing is gonna play out, you know?" "Yeah," I said quickly. "Sure." He smiled, pleased with himself that he had sounded cool and calm while I was so eager. I blushed, and that of course made him smile even bigger. We both got on the bus, and he put on his earphones while I sat next to him and pulled out my phone. I sent a quick text to my mom telling her I was going to a girl's house so I'd be home later, and she texted me back, asking if it was the girl. I sighed and texted back a simple yes. After Jake punched me on the nose last Thursday, I had to come up with something to tell my parents, cause I sure as fuck wasn't gonna tell them my gay ex-boyfriend's new boyfriend had hit me for yelling at said ex-boyfriend. I ended up telling them a guy had tried to put the moves on a girl who clearly didn't want it and I got into a fight with this guy to defend her honor. They ate it up. Not only did it make me sound straight, in their eyes I was a fucking gentleman. And now my mom thought I was going to this girl's house. Whatever. *** Ian got off the bus at his usual stop and motioned for me to follow him. We walked a few blocks to his house, and I noticed he lived in a not-so-nice part of town. He took his keys out of his jeans pocket as soon as we got off the bus and put them between his fingers as girls are taught to do to defend themselves against rapists. "What are you doing?" I asked. He looked at me like I was stupid. "Do you have any idea what it's like to be this small and gay in a neighborhood like this? I've lost count of how many times I've been mugged." I felt sick to my stomach. Poor little skinny Ian walking to his house every day worrying he's gonna get assaulted. I wondered if he'd ever been beaten. I hoped not. "It's okay," I told him in a low voice. "I'm here, no one's gonna jump you." He looked up at me with a blank stare for a few seconds, before lowering his gaze and whispering, "thanks." Then he kept walking. We reached his house, and the first thing I noticed was how small it was - much smaller than mine, that's for sure. He unlocked the door with his keys, and as soon as we were in, he shut the door, locked it, and I could see his whole body relax. I felt sick again, wondering if this was what he went through every day. He led me through a hallway, towards the back of the house (it was only one story) where his room was, and once we were there he threw his backpack onto his desk and slumped into the bed. I stood stiffly by the door, not knowing what to do. "Hey," he said, tapping the mattress next to him. "Come here." He looked awfully at ease, considering how scared he'd just been when walking from the bus stop. I took a deep breath and laid my backpack next to his before joining him on the bed. I sat on the edge, leaving space between us, but Ian close the distance and put his hand on my thigh. "Relax," he said, squeezing my leg, which made my dick get a little hard. "I'm sorry," I said, "I'm just nervous." "You've got nothing to be nervous about," he assured me. I nodded. "So... what did we have to talk about?" Ian smirked, before getting up and straddling me, grabbing my face with both his hands. "I think we both know you didn't come here to talk." Then he kissed me. As soon as our lips made contact he opened his mouth, and next thing I knew, our tongues were intertwined and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. He started grinding on me, and I grabbed hold of his slim hips. Even though I'd done this with Danny for two months straight, it was never this intense, cause I could tell he wasn't really into it. Danny seemed to be with me simply because he liked the idea of having a boyfriend, he wasn't into me at all, but Ian was kissing me like he wanted to swallow me whole. I'd never been harder in my entire life. Suddenly Ian pulled back. "Fuck!" he said, with wide eyes, "you're a good kisser!" I chuckled. "Well, two months of doing nothing but that will give you practice." He looked at me funny, and I remember he had no idea what I was talking about, since all he knew about me and Danny was what I'd said at the party. He didn't seem to care, though, cause he pulled off his shirt, revealing his slender torso, pale, smooth and beautiful, then pushed me back onto the bed and went back to kissing me deeply. I pulled back briefly to take my shirt off as well, and we kept kissing as Ian felt up my chest and abs as I ran my hands up and down his back, feeling every inch of his exposed smooth, silky skin as he started whimpering. He was firmly sitting on my lap, grinding his hips into my hard on, before abruptly pulling back again. "What's wrong?" I asked, out of breath. "This is too much!" he said. "We gotta slow down." I nodded, gasping for breath. I was disappointed, but he was right, if we kept going I'd cum too fast. Then he scooted back a little until he was sitting on my thighs instead of my lap, and he started unbuckling my belt. "What are you doing?" I asked. He looked up at me from under his bangs, but continued his efforts, now pulling down the zipper on my jeans. "What does it look like?" he asked, pulling down the front of my underwear. "Shit," I whispered. "Is this your idea of slowing down?" He chuckled. "I meant for me. You can still cum." He pulled my straining dick out and kneeled on the floor in front of me. He tugged at my pants and I raised my butt off the bed so he could pull them all the way down to my ankles. Without further notice, he took hold of my dick and dove down on it. I let out a long moan, but I forced myself to open my eyes and sit up. I had to see this. Ian seemed to be transfixed, eyes closed and bobbing up and down on my dick with his red bangs covering his face as he caressed my naked thigh with his free hand. It was a fucking hot sight, but I wanted to see his pretty face, so I brushed the hair off his face with one hand, and I kept it there at the back of his head so they wouldn't fall again. Then he opened his eyes and they made contact with mine, and as corny as it might sound, I felt butterflies in my stomach. There was just something about seeing this beautiful boy with hazel eyes drooling on my dick that pulled me in. Looking at him, still sucking me off and making sweet whimpering sounds while he held eye contact with me, I started to feel weird things in my chest. Things I'd only felt with Danny before. Suddenly I had a flashback to when I was back in Malibu and I was in the same exact position. The guy that'd sucked me off that time was one of my neighbors. I'd known him for years, and I'd always suspected he was gay - he was short, skinny and nerdy, but that wasn't why I thought he might be into guys, it was the fact that we used to play together, along with all the other neighbor kids when we were younger, but as we got older, he started becoming shy and started looking at me funny whenever he thought I wasn't looking, especially once I turned fifteen and started working out. Also, whenever me and my friends went to the beach I'd notice him sitting by himself, pretending to read a book while he was clearly checking us out. Then one day when we were already eighteen I was mowing the lawn in my front yard, shirtless like I usually did, and I noticed this same guy - his name was Jamie - went out into his front yard as well to take out the trash. His house was just across the street from mine, and he'd already dumped the trash, but he was still standing there, just looking at me with longing in his eyes. Suddenly he realized I'd seen him watching me, and he got a panicked look on his face as he obviously debated whether or not to flee in terror. I don't know why, but I felt a need to soothe the kid, so I waved at him, and he blushed, but he shyly waved back. "Hey," I called out, "how you doing?" I don't know why I was being friendly. I barely ever talked to him anymore. "I'm good," he said in his small, timid voice. "How are you?" "Doing well," I responded, "but it's kinda hot out here. I was actually thinking about taking a break and going in for something to drink. Wanna join me?" Again, I don't know why I did that, I guess I just felt sorry for him - the kid needed a friend, I figured. His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, and he eagerly nodded. "Sure!" he squeaked, and all but skipped across the street to my front porch. His eagerness was endearing. As you can probably already tell, that ended up with my dick down his throat and my mom walking in on us, Jamie running away in fear and me and my family moving out of Malibu and to stupid Cobb. What's even worse, though, was my mom wasn't satisfied with ruining my life by taking me away from all my surroundings and friends, she also felt the need to ruin Jamie's life. Right before we left our house and moved away, she went to his house and told his parents everything she saw. I never got to find out how that went for poor Jamie. Anyway, back to the moment. As I was thinking things couldn't get any better, Ian suddenly pulled off with a loud pop and asked me a question that almost made me cum then and there. "You ever fucked a guy before?" he asked out of breath, still running his delicate hands up and down my thighs. Was he asking me if I wanted to fuck him? Right now?! "Uh..." I stammered. "N-no..." "That's okay," he said, wiping his mouth of his own saliva and my precum with the back of his hand. "It's just like fucking a girl - not that I ever have, but I've had guys tell me that." It made me wonder how many 'straight' guys he'd had sex with. "Well..." I said, blushing, "I've never fucked a girl before, so..." Ian's eyes went wide. "Are you serious? You're a virgin?" I blushed in silence. He let out a snort. "Wow! A guy like you? A virgin at 18? That just doesn't happen. It must be my lucky day!" "What?" I asked, surprised, "you mean you still wanna...?" "Fuck yeah!" he said, looking even more excited than before. "I'll be your first. I mean, if you want, of course. I offered to help you out, didn't I?" I chuckled. This boy was crazy, and I loved it. "Sure." I was smiling, and he was too. "In light of recent events, I have to change my plan a little bit, but that's alright," he said, getting up and walking over to his nightstand. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well," he said, fetching a bottle of lube and a condom from the top drawer. "You seem to me like the type of guy to take charge, you know, hold me down, fuck me hard, but you're a virgin, so it might take you a little bit to get there, but that's fine, I can teach you but you better learn quick, cause I like a man that takes charge, you hear?" He said all this so nonchalantly I couldn't help but smile as I listened to him and slowly jerked my dick up and down. "Whatever you say, Ian." He smiled and started taking the rest of his clothes off. I did the same. We were both naked in less than a minute, and I was left sitting on the bed with my mouth hanging open. I'd thought Ian was a little skinny kid with a pretty face, but watching him stand there naked with a bottle of lube in his hand, I was mesmerized. He was gorgeous. His clothes certainly didn't pay any justice to how defined and toned his little body was, or how gorgeous his legs were, thin but perfectly proportioned. I didn't get to find out what his real hair color was, though, since his entire body was shaved smooth. Noticing I was admiring the view, Ian did a little twirl for me, and I groaned at the sight of his perky little ass. He chuckled. "Thanks." "I didn't say anything," I replied, jerking a little faster. "You didn't need to," he said cockily. "Besides, I think you're fucking hot too." I smiled, and he came over and gave me a lingering kiss, before getting up on the bed and slumping down right in the middle of it on his back. "Alright," he announced. "Foreplay is kind of a big deal for me, but since you've never prepared anyone before and you'd probably be really bad at it, I'll do it myself, so you just watch." I frowned, slightly insulted. "What? It's true, but don't worry, I'll teach you next time." Alright, I thought, there's gonna be a next time. Ian popped the bottle of lube open and poured some lube on two of his fingers, before opening his legs and flashing me a drool-worthy view of his pink, hairless hole. I turned to face him and got on my knees on the bed, still jerking my dick. Then his fingers were on his hole, circling it, lubing it up, and then one of them started sliding in, first the tip, then up to the first knuckle, then the second, then the whole finger was in. He started slowly sliding it in and out. I was transfixed, watching this sexy little boy fingering himself in preparation for my cock. I was panting like a dog. "Steven?" Ian asked, pulling me out of my trance. I looked up to his face and found him smirking. "Are you alright?" "Yeah." I croaked out. My voice sounded so raspy, and ... hungry. I was hungry for him. I started jerking off faster. Ian added another finger to his pretty hole, and once they were both easily sliding in and out, he started a scissoring motion, opening up his hole slowly. My hand was a blur on my cock. "Oh, shit," I panted. "I think I'm gonna cum!" Ian rolled his eyes and pulled his fingers out of his ass. "I knew it," I heard him mutter under his breath before diving down and swallowing my dick. "Fuck!" I groaned. "Ian, stop, I wanna cum while I'm fucking you." He pulled off but his hand kept jerking me. "You won't last a minute. I'm gonna make you cum to take the edge off. I'm assuming you can get hard again?" "If you keep fingering yourself, then fuck yeah!" He smiled. "Good. Now give it to me." He dove down on my dick again, and I felt my orgasm climbing. I remembered he said he liked a guy taking charge, so I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him a little further down on my dick as I started thrusting into his mouth slightly. He was stunned at first and stopped sucking, but then he seemed to like it, cause he redoubled his efforts and started sucking my dick like a vacuum. No more than a minute later, my dick exploded and I filled Ian's mouth with my cum. He wasted no time swallowing it all as soon as it came out, and once he had me clean, he pulled off and smiled up at me. "Wow," he panted, "you really are a quick learner. That's good. Now, where were we?" Then he flopped back onto the bed and brought his lubed fingers to his ass again, but before he put them in, I decided since he liked me taking charge before, I might as well try again. I pushed his hand away, and without a word took the bottle of lube, pouring some onto two of my fingers. Ian eyed me quizzically, and when he realized what I intended, he smiled his sexy smile. "I'm impressed," he said, trying to be funny, but I knew he really meant it. I thought of just jamming both my fingers in, since he'd had two in there himself, but I changed my mind at the last second, figuring my fingers were way bigger that his, so I brought only one finger against his delicious looking pink rosebud and pressed gently. Ian moaned, and so did I. My dick never actually went down, but even if it had, it would've come back to life from that feeling alone. Touching another boy's hole would've been unfathomable just two months before, but now not only was I willingly doing it, I was enjoying the fuck out of it. It was completely hairless, pink and wrinkly, but surprisingly attractive, at least to me, and just the feel of its wrinkled exterior was sending shots of electricity all over my body. Then Ian moaned again, and he flexed his hole, then relaxed it and flexed it again. "Come on," he said in a needy voice, "you were doing so well, what happened? Put it in already." I took a deep breath, and literally plunged in. "Ughn!!" moaned Ian. "Oh fuck!" I whispered. The feel of his soft, warm insides wrapped around my finger was amazing - it was everything I'd always imagined it would feel, except in my fantasies it was Danny I was fingering. I started slowly sliding my finger in and out of his warm tunnel as I'd seen him do to himself, and then as he relaxed his hole, I realized I needed to stretch him out properly. My dick was a lot bigger than my finger. "Ian?" "Yeah?" he asked, head thrown back against his pillow with his eyes closed. "Can I add another finger?" He started laughing. "Steven," he said, straining his head up to look at me, suddenly serious, "you're about to put your dick inside me - you could literally anything you want to me right now and I wouldn't complain." His words made me so horny I seriously considered just shoving my dick in and start rabbit-fucking him then and there, but I held back - barely. Instead, I added a second finger and started scissoring them like he had, and that sent Ian into a stream of "fuck"s, "yeah"s and "oh, fuck yeah"s. I was feeling confident, so I started adding a third finger, but Ian huffed. "Come on," he panted, "don't flatter yourself, you're not that big." I chuckled. It was nice to know even when he was in the throes of passion he still had that attitude. That was fine, I was feeling good, he was making me feel powerful, so I went with it. "You sure about that, buddy?" I asked, taking my dick in my hand and slapping the head against his hole a few times. "Don't want you complaining later." What Now? Ch. 03 "Holy shit!" he muttered, I'm not sure if it was because of my new dominant attitude or my dick against his hole. Either way, his hole opened right up like a budding rose, and I started slipping the head in. "Stop!" Ian yelled all of a sudden. I was paralyzed with fear. What the fuck had I done wrong?! I was sure he was loose enough, he clearly wanted it, I was dying for it, and he'd been the one to initiate it. "What's wrong?" "Put on a condom, you shithead!" he hissed, his gorgeous hazel eyes intense with... frustration? I chuckled. "Right. Sorry - got carried away, I guess." I quickly fetched the condom from where he'd dumped it on the bed earlier. I ripped the wrapper open, and quickly put it over the head of my dick. I started rolling it down, but Ian let out a frustrated sigh and pulled it off. "You clearly haven't done this before," he hissed, taking over. He held the tip with his fingers and rolled down the rest quickly. He clearly had done it before. It caused a surprising pang of jealousy in me, wondering how many guy's dicks he'd put condoms on before they fucked him. It only made me want to do better - to be his best. "Alright - there!" he said, giving me a condescending look. "Calm down, man," I said. "I did say I hadn't done it before." His eyes softened. His pretty, pretty eyes. "You're right, sorry." He smiled shyly and gave me a sweet peck on the lips. "Okay," he said, leaning back, "now fuck me, you stud." Stud? Fuck yeah! He made me feel like such a man. "Hold on," I said, "didn't you say you were taking charge since it was my first time?" "I changed my mind," he said, running one hand up and down my abs and the other my dick, making sure I stayed hard. No worries there. "You're doing so well I'm sure you'll do great. It's like second nature to guys like you. Now come on, I'm not used to begging. I'm usually the one guys beg for - now fuck me." I chuckled. "Alright, then. Get ready for the best dick you've ever had." He started laughing. "Yeah, righ - ugh!" He didn't get to finish, 'cause in that moment I slid my latex-covered dick more than half way inside his ass. "Motherfucker!" he screamed. "You idiot! Slow down!" Fuck. "I'm sorry! Sorry! Should I pull out?" "No!" He panted, eyes closed and both hands fisting the sheets. "Just stay there for a second." I stayed completely still, fearing I'd screwed everything up and he'd never let me fuck him again. His ass felt so wonderful around my dick, so hot, so tight, and the spasming was like a really tight massage on my aching shaft. It was utter bliss, and it was threatening to make me cum already, but knowing I'd unintentionally hurt him made my hard-on wane a little. "I'm so sorry," I tried again. "You were so open, I thought..." "Yeah, I know," he said, eyes still closed, but at least he wasn't frowning anymore. "I should've told you. You need to go slow, especially when you have a dick as big as yours, but it's fine, the pain's gone, I just feel really full. Give me a little more." Glad I hadn't caused real damage, and to be honest kind of flattered, I started - slowly - sliding more of my dick into his sexy ass. "Ugh... mhm... like that?" I asked hoarsely. "Yeah," he panted. "Like that." Then I felt the head of my dick slide against something spongy, but kind of hard, and it made Ian's eyes fly open. "Oh fuck yeah! Just like that!" Holy shit, I thought, I just found his prostate! I didn't need him to tell me I was doing good anymore - his moans were doing that for him. "Oh, yeah," he whimpered in my ear, clawing at my back and pulling at my hair. "Oh, my god, yesss!" He was throwing his head back, moaning and whimpering into my ear, kissing my neck, pulling my face into his and kissing me like a wife kisses a soldier when he comes home, sending my ego into outer space. I'm such an idiot, I thought. I can't believe I waited this long. Why the fuck had I not done this before?! If I'd know it'd be this amazing I would've done it years ago, when I had my first crush on my best bud back in Malibu when we both started lifting weights together, with Jamie - I would've kissed him like I'd wanted to when he was blowing me, I would've stripped him naked and fucked him right there in my bed. I wouldn't have cared if my mom had walked in on us. I would've done it with Danny when we were dating. God... Danny. I wished I could've fucked Danny. I would've been good to him - even better than stupid Jake - stupid, manly, sexy Jake. Maybe I would've fucked Jake too. But this was no time to think about what could've been. I was fucking Ian, and there was nothing short of amazing about him - he was a little sex animal. And he was gonna make me cum. Right fucking now. I picked up my pace, making my hips slap soundly against Ian's ass, and his cries became even louder. "Oh, god!" He whimpered. "I knew you'd be amazing!" That sent me over the edge, and I groaned as I ground my hips hard against him and shot my load into the condom. Ian brought his hand between us and started jerking off furiously, and in less than a minute he painted both our stomachs with his cum. *** Five minutes later, both Ian and I had cleaned up, and we were sitting in his bed facing each other, him in his underwear and me fully dressed. "Well," I said, "that was..." I trailed off. I had no idea why I felt so awkward around him now. Ian chuckled. "Look, Steven, it doesn't have to be weird, alright? Like I said, I'm just helping you out, I'm not gonna date a guy in the closet, and I don't think you want to date me either. We barely know each other. This is just fun, and if it helps you figure out what you want then that's awesome, but I understand if you need a little time to think after this. You did just have sex with a guy for the first time after all." "Yeah," I said, nodding. He was right, my mind was reeling - I needed time to think, not only about what we'd just done, but what it meant for me. I didn't know what to say. Ian scooted closer to me on the bed and put an arm around me. "Hey," he said, making me look at him. "I just want you to know there's no pressure coming from me, okay? We can do this again sometime if you want, or it can be a onetime thing - your choice. But even if you decide not to do it again, we can be friends. I'll be glad to help you out while you figure this out. I'll be the friend I wish I'd had when I came out. Sound good?" I smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Thank you, Ian. Really." "Don't mention it." He walked me to the door and I went home. I had to walk quite a bit, since I'd gotten here on the school bus, and I had no idea where to get a city bus from there, but in a way it was good - it gave me time to think, which I did. I'm not a virgin anymore, I thought. I just had sex for the first time - with a guy. It was a weird thought, but in a way... it made sense. I'd always known I wasn't into girls the way my friends were. I didn't fantasize and jerk off to them like they kept going on and on about, and the few times I'd actually made out with girls I hadn't been into it, and neither had my penis. I'd apologize and tell them I was tired, or drunk, if the situation allowed for it, and I tried to convince myself that it was true, but deep down I'd always known there's was more to it than that. Jamie opened my eyes. Every time I'd think back to the blowjob I tried to make myself believe he'd come on to me and I'd let him suck me off cause I was a horny kid like everyone my age and there wasn't a girl around, but now that the truth was out - at least in my head - I could admit that I had seduced Jamie, and not the other way around. He was just a little shy gay boy pining for the football player across the street. He'd never intended to even attempt to go beyond that, but I had been the one to invite him into my house that day. I had been the one acting differently - way too friendly, flirtatious even, and loving the attention he gave to my body. He had been the one that got on his knees and pulled my shorts down, but only after I'd made it abundantly clear that I wanted it. As I turned into my street and saw my house, I wondered what would've happened if my mom hadn't come home early that day. What if Jamie had finished what he'd started? What if I'd kissed him like I so desperately wanted to? What if I'd fucked him that day? What if? Oh well, I thought as I stopped in front of my door and pulled out my keys, what's done is done. All I can do now is try to do better, starting with not lying to myself anymore. I had to admit who I was and what I wanted, and I needed to let go of the past before I could do that. I had to let go of what happened with Jamie, what my parents thought they knew, and I especially had to let go of Danny. He wasn't mine and he never had been. I climbed up the stairs, and once I got in my room I ripped my backpack open and pulled out my binder, turning into a blank page. I'd heard a guy say on TV once that when you had something hard you were dealing with and didn't know what to do, it helped to write it down and say it out loud. It put things into perspective, and it made it real in your brain. Taking a pen with a shaky hand, I set my hand down on the paper and wrote down I'M GAY in big, capital letters. I didn't feel any different. I took a deep breath and swallowed hard. "I'm gay," I whispered to myself. It felt weird. I looked around, half expecting my mom to pop her head in out of nowhere like she'd done that day. "I'm gay," I repeated, with just a little more confidence. I waited a few seconds, and nothing happened, so I said it again. "I'm gay." I took a pause, and then I did it again. "I'm gay." And again. "I'm gay." I realized it was working. The more I said it, the easier it came out, and the more real it became. "I'M GAY!!" I screamed into my empty room. Nothing happened, and then I started laughing hysterically. How stupid, I thought, I'd been so terrified of admitting it to myself for so long that in my mind it'd become this huge deal, and now that I'd actually said the words, nothing had actually happened. The earth hadn't stopped spinning, the birds outside my room hadn't stopped chirping, my parent's hadn't freaked out and thrown me out. Absolutely nothing had happened, yet at the same time, a major thing had happened - I'd accepted myself for who I was. It actually made me feel better - more in control of my own mind and life, now that I wasn't lying. At least not to myself. I ripped the page off, crumpled it up and threw it in the trash bin beside my desk. Then I sighed deeply and laid back on the bed with a huge grin on my face. I knew I was a long ways before actually coming out to other people, but for the moment I was happy. I wasn't a virgin anymore - I'd just had sex for the first time with a gorgeous boy who asked for nothing but to be my friend and for the first time in forever, I was at peace with myself. What Now? Ch. 03 "So I am having you, Dorothy, served with divorce papers. Please let the deputy in." I asked. A Sheriffs deputy walked over and served Dorothy with divorce papers. He also served Paul Simon with papers as an accomplice to adultery. "My lawyer also has drawn up a divorce settlement which you can read in your spare time." I said. "One more thing and I'll be finished. Dorothy also mentioned in her letter that Paul is the biological father of my three kids." I remarked. (You could hear whispers among the people) I looked at Paul who had a half ass silly grin looking back at me. "This is not true!" I spoke with convection. Dot walked over and gave her mom copies of their DNA and a copy of mine. Then she handed her a notarized copy from the doctor saying I was the biological father. Paul's expression changed to anger and Dorothy started crying. Then June got up and said, "Paul, I have only one thing to say to you. While you were busy cheating on me, I took revenge on you. Our two kids are not yours either. They're your brother John's," as she handed him the DNA paper. Your brother John and I will be getting married next month. With all that said, June and I left the reception. The kids wanted to stay around and talk to their mother. I was kind of happy for that. She really was a good mother to them. The next morning we all met for breakfast before heading home. The kids all seemed a little more relaxed. They said after I left their mom came over to the table to talk with them by herself. They wouldn't tell me what they talked about but said they invited Dorothy to breakfast, but without Paul. I turned around and there stood Dorothy. Well Dad, "Can mom join us for breakfast?" I said, "She is always invited to our family events as long as she doesn't bring Paul." Dorothy sat down with us and had breakfast. She looked at me with sad eyes and asked, "George, how long have you known?" I looked back and said, "It doesn't make any difference does it?" I got up and hugged all my family members good bye and looked back at Dorothy who was crying. I said, "You made the decision, now you have to live with it." Then I went home. There is no easy answers for cheating, adultery, divorces. Life goes on, we just have to take it one day at a time. I know a lot of readers will feel I should have done more to Dorothy. I guess everyone handles divorce in their own way. I'm happy with the way I handled it. Hope you enjoyed the story. Thank you for reading it Comments welcome DG Hear