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Recycling

By: Onagerian Surmise



Recycling 

Prologue

One of my fond childhood memories was going to the dump with my dad.

In those days, "the dump" was a big hole or pit dug in the ground, big as half a football field. Most of the dirt from the hole was trucked out and used as landfill somewhere else. People paid a few bucks at the entrance, drove to the edge of the pit, and threw stuff in.

The "stuff" could be as innocuous as grass clippings and old newspapers, or as toxic as antifreeze, paint, old televisions, refrigerators... The bigger or noisier the stuff was, the more fun it was for me to push off the edge and watch it tumble and crash down below.

When the smell or level of stuff in the pit neared the top, dirt was dumped back over it, packed down, and grass planted. Another pit was dug somewhere else, and so it went.

Admittedly, there were downsides to the old dumps. Years later, the huge subsurface chemical compost piles would endanger ground water, seep methane gas into nearby basements, and create dangerous sinkholes as the ground continued to settle.

But still... it was a lot more fun than recycling.

Nowadays, people in our city have to separate different kinds of stuff into different containers picked up on different days by different trucks for different disposition. It's a big pain in the ass.

And woe to anyone that puts the wrong stuff out on the wrong day! Such gaffes could result in strongly worded letters from the city. In melodramatic prose they explain how nothing less than heroic intervention at the recycling center had saved us all from the apocalyptic mixing of metal soup cans with plastic milk bottles.

My wife has always been happy to let me deal with our household's waste processing responsibilities. I've tried to get her and our boys to help separate stuff during the week, but in the end it's always me sorting it out in the garage.

And with that, the stage is set for our little story... 

Chapter 1

The rain had been falling steadily all day, as it's been known to do in Portland, Oregon. The somniferous white noise drumming on the roof had put me to sleep on the couch, well before Letterman came on the air.

I was dreaming of a cabin; a bed and breakfast on the Oregon coast, where my wife Jennifer and I had once vacationed in the long lost time before children.

In my dream, the sound of the rain on the roof had turned into the sounds of the surf on the beach. Jen and I were lying together on a lounge chair, hiding from the morning chill under a thick blanket. I could taste the sweet afterglow of hot chocolate in my mouth; the empty cups were on the deck next to us.

We watched seagulls hanging nearly stationary before us as they faced directly into the steady breeze off the ocean, like airplane models in a wind tunnel, flying but going nowhere. The wind's constant force had made all the trees and bushes near the beach list away from the ocean, conceding to the wind the sculpture of their shape as the price of their survival.

Jen gently shifted her shoulder that was touching mine. It was intimate; it was soothing. I sighed contentedly. We snuggled together without a care in the world.

The lounge chair dipped briefly under me. A second sensation joined the touch on my shoulder, this one a grasping of my hip. I couldn't say if it was a moment or an hour later, when I was gently rolled onto my back.

I kept my eyes closed, stubbornly holding on to the thinning threads of my pleasurable unconsciousness. It was Jen who I felt roll now, coming to a stop lying flush on top of me. I caught the scent of her hair. I could feel her curvy body resting on mine, from her chest on my chest, and on down to where she notched my shin bones into the cleft between her big toes and the accompanying rows of smaller toes.

I resisted as long as I could, but when I could feel her breath rippling the hair of my mustache, I had to give in. I cracked my eyes open, just enough to see my beloved wife's face inches from mine, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"How's my big... strong... man... doing?" she asked, using her best imitation of a breathy Marilyn Monroe wishing JFK a happy birthday.

I looked up at her suspiciously, blinking to bring her into focus.

"Hmgfhumf."

"Really? That good, eh?"

"Hmph."

"I know what you mean, sweetheart. I hadn't realized tomorrow was paper recycling day either."

"Oh, son of a..."

Before I could complete the oath, she plastered her lips to mine, playfully opening her mouth wide to trap the vowels, narrow enough to catch the consonants.

I soon stopped struggling and returned the kiss, wrapping my arms around her to hold her to me. When I tentatively touched her lips with my tongue, she made a surprised little squeak and returned the favor.

But when I began gently rolling her from side to side in my embrace from below, rubbing her body over mine, she pulled back from my lips with a loud smack.

"Hold it right there, buster," she said sternly. "You get paid after you do the recycling, not before."

"But I'm not awake yet. I shouldn't use power tools when I'm sleepy."

"We've already discussed that. If you become disabled, I'm supposed to turn off the machines."

"That's only if I'm brain dead in a coma; not euthanized for stitches in my hand!"

"Oh. Well, six of one and half a dozen of the other."

"What?"

"You say potato, and I say patahtoe."

"I do have this stuff in my will, you know."

"Are you sure? Your filing system is so bad I'll probably never find it."

I sighed in resignation. "I guess I'll just have to take my chances."

She slid sensuously off me, stood and held out her hand to help me up.

My lady sure seemed to be... lascivious, the last few days. Who was I to complain? I kept the image of her sultry expression firmly in mind as I busily collected the waste cans from around the house, taking them out to my sorting area in the garage.

My sorting duties are considerably smaller now that my sons are away at college. You could never tell what you'd find in the cans from their rooms. In one respect it's too bad — emptying their garbage cans was one way to see what they were up to. It was the way we found out when they became sexually active, and... oh, sorry... too much information.

The recycling containers are large plastic cans on wheels that get rolled to the curb on each can's designated day of the week. The cans have a bar in front that the collecting trucks hook with a hydraulic arm. The arm plucks the can off the curb, sweeps it up to dump it in the back of the truck, and then returns the can to earth with a loud empty sounding thump. (Garbage people have never had it so easy.)

Bending over to sort stuff isn't great for my back, so I've built a waist high workbench among the cans in the garage. I can easily sort stuff on top of the workbench and just push it off the edges into the different cans; no post-sorting stoop labor involved.

After the bathroom, kitchen, and rec room cans come the cans from our office areas. Both Jen and I have nooks in the house with phones and internet connections, where we work from home occasionally. Mostly they're hideaways for bill paying, letter writing, and story writing.

Despite the many times I've gotten after her about it, Jen still doesn't take protecting us from identity theft seriously. I bought a shredder for her office, and parked it right at her feet. But she still occasionally tosses bank statements or credit card applications into her wastebasket un-shredded.

Rather than keep nagging her about it, I eventually resigned myself to pawing through the paper from her office before pushing it into the blue can. I didn't really mind. It was just one of the little accommodations that husbands and wives make for each other.

I imagine that since I'd stopped mentioning it to her, she didn't realize I was still sifting through the paper from her office.

Jen's office waste can was unusually full this week; it looked like she'd done some sort of filing cabinet purge. It was so full that I almost compromised my household data security responsibilities.

But I realized that if she'd done some kind of office housecleaning, there could be a lot of the wrong kind of stuff in there. So I buckled down and started in, pushing items that passed inspection into the blue can, nearly page by page.

That's how I found the letter.

It was sandwiched between two of the seemingly millions of clothing catalogs she gets in the mail; I normally would have missed it. It was hand written, tri-folded as if it had once fit into a mailing envelope. It was in a handwriting I didn't recognize... at first.

My Dearest Jenny, 

Please forgive me for writing... but I'm already missing you. I'm still coming down from the emotions of last week.

My heart breaks a little more, every time I remember our wonderful night together... when you held my eyes with yours as you lay beneath me, the tears rolling down your cheeks.

I know you meant it when you said that it would have to be our last time together. I believed you when you said you were committed to Gerry.

But I can't help myself. I have to tell you what I'm feeling.

If you could see yourself the way I see you, you'd understand. You light up like the sun when we're together. I can't help but believe you have feelings as I do — that we haven't written the last chapter of our lives together.

When we made love, it was as if we'd never been apart. Yet only days later, the emptiness I feel now... It's as if we've been apart forever.

Please know that I love you still. I love you enough to take whatever part of you that you can offer.

The pain of separation I've felt after our bittersweet night together has been beyond belief. Yet I would gladly feel that pain again, if in exchange I can be with you, and hold you, and love you, as much as you will allow.

I am forever yours, 

LB

I stood frozen in place reading and re-reading the letter, blinking rapidly, struggling to keep the words in focus. The sense of unreality was overwhelming.

It was the mention of LB seeing Jen last week that made my chest go painfully tight.

She had gone to a reunion of her college sorority in Seattle last week. She'd offered to take me along, but it was obviously a girl's thing, and I'd encouraged her to go without me.

I recognized the letter's handwriting now; I knew who LB was. It took me back to my college years... 

Chapter 2

Jen and I met during our junior year at the University of Washington, where we were both making our way through the business school. To this day I can still remember when she came into that classroom.

I was sitting with my head bent over my notes from my earlier economics class. People were filing in and finding places to sit when the five-minute warning bell rang. I sensed someone standing next to me, and looked up into the most beautiful blue eyes I'd ever seen.

I was mesmerized for a moment, but eventually noticed that an elegant eyebrow was raised in question, as a wide mouth with brilliant white teeth smiled somewhat teasingly at me.

"What?" I said cleverly.

I'm sure she was used to having this affect on males. To her credit she was kind enough to repeat herself without implying I was a moron.

"Are you saving these seats for anyone?" she asked, gesturing at three empty chairs around me.

"Uh, no, no, I'm not."

"Great! Then if you don't mind I'll save a couple for some friends of mine. Their class before this one is half way across campus, so they'll be coming in at the last minute. My name's Jennifer by the way," she said, extending her hand after she'd sat in the chair next to me.

I'm sure I grinned like a lunatic as I took her hand. I began to release her, but she held on, and with that same smile asked, "And you are?"

"Oh! I'm sorry! I'm Gerry. Gerry Higgins. That's Gerry with a G." I realized I was babbling and clamped my mouth shut.

"It's nice to meet you, Gerry. We're in the same econ class too," she said, gesturing with a nod of her head at my econ lecture notes. I was surprised, since the lecture hall for that class held over two hundred people. She saw my puzzlement.

"You were the smart guy up front asking all the questions, right?"

My God, was this girl ever going to let me regain my balance?

"I don't know how smart my questions were, but yeah, I did ask a few."

"I'm glad you did. I couldn't believe he was going to dismiss us early without saying anything about how his grading system worked."

I nodded. "I was just happy his English was so good. I'd heard the econ department is full of Indian geniuses that no one can understand."

She chuckled, and then stood up to wave at a couple that had just come though the door.

I was able to regroup a bit as I looked up at her. She was a curvy girl, not overly slim; a classic and lush hour glass shape. She had broad hips, a narrow but not starvation diet waist, and a sizable but proportional chest.

Her broad mouth and large oval eyes gave her the look of a dark blonde Sophia Loren. I sensed that the subtle changes of expression I'd seen so far were only the surface of a very deep pool.

I didn't want to take my eyes away, but I managed it as Jennifer introduced her late arriving friends.

"Gerry, this is my boyfriend Larry, and my sorority sister, Debbie."

Larry had the look of a handsome 'big man on campus, ' tall and blond, dressed like an Abercrombie and Fitch clothing model, a huge Kirk Douglas sized crater of a dimple in his chin. He even had real pennies in his penny loafers.

He defused my immediate snob assessment, giving me a friendly nod and handshake before sitting in the seat in front of me. It came as no surprise that Jen had a boyfriend. We'd only just met, but I couldn't help but think Larry was a lucky guy.

Debbie sat next to Larry, slinging her backpack onto the desk with a loud thump. Then she bounced up and extended her hand to me with an open and friendly smile.

She was a pretty and athletically shaped brown eyed brunette, about five foot four, and quickly proved to have a very high energy motor. With her natural perkiness and somewhat small size, I quickly concluded she must have been the cheerleader that was thrown high in the air back in high school.

Debbie was alluringly feminine, but when she moved... it's hard to describe. It was as if her body was so taut and toned that it was nearly bursting through her skin. When she moved, no body parts wiggled or bounced. The overriding impression was of... agility and power. Her body looked so firm and strong while still feminine, it was unavoidably captivating.

She returned to her seat after introducing herself to me, but hopped up several more times to jump and wave at other people she knew. No one could resist smiling at her, and I was no exception. I noticed Jen looking at me as I watched her, laughter in her eyes.

The professor called the room to order. In his introductory remarks, he said group assignments were part of the class, and that we were to form groups of four to work together.

Jennifer immediately reached out and put a gentle hand on my arm.

"You'll join us, won't you, Gerry?"

How could I refuse?

During that quarter I got to know my study group threesome. In fact we worked so well together that the girls insisted we keep it going, which we did into our senior year.

Larry was... a good guy. Everyone said so. "Larry? He's a good guy." He exuded genial confidence and unshakable good humor. He rarely offended anyone and effortlessly enchanted many.

If Larry had been born a girl, he might have uncharitably been called 'a pretty face;' as in... form over substance. Larry wasn't stupid. But consciously or not, his good looks and likeability projected more depth than was actually there.

I came to think of Larry as the character Chance the Gardner in Jerzy Kosinski's novel "Being There." Through appearance and favorable circumstance, people willingly took on a deferential attitude towards him.

Which was fine... but unlike the fictional Chance, Larry came to expect others to defer to his ideas and opinions. The longer you knew Larry, the more visible his vanity became.

My awareness grew not only from observing Larry, but from watching Jennifer as well.

When Larry said something that was just too pompous to be overlooked, Jen would act puzzled and re-state the point he'd made — only much more tactfully.

Under the guise of asking for help to understand the point, she gently nudged Larry towards better presentation of his ideas. I admired Jennifer's kindness, helping her boyfriend while protecting his ego.

I could tell she knew I'd caught on to what she was doing. She would even wink at me conspiratorially after her interventions.

Jen and I had a lot of common interests, from books to movies to music. After I got over being tongue-tied by her beauty, Larry and Debbie had many opportunities to roll their eyes while we blabbed away about some weird tangent to whatever the assignment was.

I admired her positive attitude - about everything in life. She drew people to her like a magnet, and I was no exception. Everywhere she went, people would smile and wave at her as if they were bosom buddies, and she responded in kind.

Smart, kind, friendly, beautiful; other than that... I wasn't impressed.

Debbie organized many of the social events of her and Jennifer's sorority, notwithstanding her being a serious student. The combination made her a whirling dervish of activity.

At that point in my life I wasn't looking for a serious relationship. I'd had a long term sweetheart in high school, and we'd parted painfully when we went to different universities; I didn't want to do that again.

By spending study time together, Debbie and I became close enough that I knew she wasn't looking for a serious relationship either; she didn't have time! Knowing that about each other might have been why Debbie let her guard down around me.

One day Larry and Jennifer were late for our study group, so Debbie and I were chatting as we waited on the steps of Larry's fraternity. After watching several couples come and go from the house, we found ourselves repeating a conversation we'd had a few times before: commiserating about our love lives.

"It pisses me off when guys assume I'm an air head, just because I'm in a sorority and like to have a good time."

I smiled in sympathy. In fact she was one smart cookie.

"Yeah. I seem to get it the other way. People think because I study hard and get good grades that I don't know how to have fun. I seem to attract girls that are working on their 'Mrs.' degree."

Debbie laughed. "Well, that wouldn't be me. Don't get me wrong, I like guys and I like to date. I just can't line up my crazy schedule with anybody for more than a couple days at a time."

The conversation was following our usual script to that point. Until... 

"Although," Debbie said teasingly, "if a guy as smart as you asked me out..."

My eyes momentarily widened. Debbie blinked a couple times herself, surprised at what she'd said.

"Oh, hey, I didn't mean, you know, I wasn't suggesting..."

Attempting to rescue her from embarrassment, I turned my nose up in the air and interrupted her, saying archly, "Ridiculous. Why would someone as sexy as I am deign to date... an air head?"

She gasped briefly in surprise before giving me a hefty smack on the shoulder. It was no soft girly smack, either. She had previously corrected my guess that she'd been a cheerleader in high school. Volleyball and soccer were her things, and my shoulder tingled in appreciation.

"I am not an air head! I just don't have the time for a boyfriend. Guys aren't okay with seeing their girlfriends once a week... or not at all. Except... well, except the dumb horny ones."


Recycling



I smiled understandingly, but still said haughtily, "Yes. Most boys are like that. But I am a superior horny man."

Debbie smiled enigmatically. "But... I can't ask you out."

"Why not?"

"I can't say."

"Can't say because you don't want to?"

"I can't say."

"What if I want to?"

"Want to what?"

"Want to ask you out."

"Do you?"

"I can't say."

This earned me another resounding smack on the shoulder. I realized I shouldn't tease her anymore if I wanted to continue using my left arm.

"I guess if you don't have the guts to ask, you'll never know," she said challengingly.

"Fine! Debbie, would you like to catch a movie this weekend?"

She grinned, but then turned serious. "Gerry... isn't there someone else... you've got your eye on?"

I raised my eyebrows at her. "Well... no. I don't have my eye on anyone else."

Was that skepticism I saw for a passing moment?

"And you're not looking for a wife?" she probed. "A 'Mrs. you?'"

"Nope."

"And you wouldn't mind having a low maintenance girlfriend you don't see every day? Or even every week?"

I smiled broadly. "No, I wouldn't mind having a low maintenance girlfriend. As long as I get to, you know... maintain her, now and then."

She burst out laughing, and I joined in. After our laughter died down, she sat staring at me with a playful smile on her face. Then it looked like she'd make a decision.

She pulled a notepad out of her backpack, tore out a sheet, and wrote something on it. She flagged down one of the guys going into the frat house.

"Hey, could you do me a favor?" she asked, smiling prettily up at him. There was no way in hell the young man could say no to her.

"Sure."

"Could you put this on the table in the study room off the main hall?"

"No problem."

She pulled me to my feet, smiling impishly. "So you're not a dumb horny frat guy?"

"No," I said tentatively. If this was going where I thought it was going, I wasn't going to say something stupid to ruin it! But she went where I hoped she was going.

As she began leading me down the street, away from the fraternity, a sly smile appeared on her face.

"Have you ever snuck into a sorority before?"

Debbie and I were a couple through the beginning of our senior year, and I like to think that we both enjoyed our time together. I know I did.

It was my first time dating a sorority girl, as I seldom encountered them socially. I lived in a dorm along with most of my high school buddies; we'd decided to go that route when we realized no one fraternity could take us all in.

Debbie had been right, sorority life made it awkward for us to date. Compounding the problem were the many Greek functions she organized, that by tradition excluded non Greek students. Since she had to go to them, we'd spend those weekends apart.

More often than not our dates happened when Jennifer threatened Debbie with bodily harm if she didn't take the time to go out on a double date with her and Larry.

What private time we did have together was a whole lot of fun. Debbie was an enthusiastic and energetic lover to say the least. We got together so irregularly in our "low maintenance" relationship that our trysts were usually all out bed shaking marathons that left us breathless. The gentlest thing in our love making was the exhausted sweaty cuddle afterwards before we fell asleep.

Debbie and I eventually agreed to break up in our senior year. She met a fraternity guy that she began to mention fairly regularly in our study group conversations. I noticed that Jennifer often frowned surreptitiously when she did; Debbie seemed not to notice.

The last thing I wanted to do was have our relationship blind Debbie to the possibility of a more... 'serious' long term love. I thought too much of her to let that happen.

After reflecting on the situation a while, I asked her, as gently as I could, if she might have finally stumbled across a fraternity guy that wasn't just dumb and horny.

She automatically said no, which I accepted. But I also asked her to think about it. The next day she called and tearfully said I might be right. I suggested she try a date with the guy.

Their date went well, and led to others. Debbie and I ultimately parted as low maintenance boyfriend and girlfriend with no long term regrets. We were both a little sad at the time, but I felt fortunate that we were able to continue on as friends.

During that time, Jen and Larry's relationship had become a bit more... tumultuous. They never completely 'broke up.' All I can say is the make up sex must have been really good for them to keep separating and reuniting so often.

It was funny how it never affected their contribution to our study group. The only way Debbie and I could tell if they were together or apart was by watching where they sat at the work table. Sitting side by side meant they were together. Across the table from each other meant they were on the outs.

But... they always got back together.

The night after Debbie and I agreed to end the intimate part of our friendship I was studying in my dorm room after having another fine cafeteria meal, featuring the legendary 'mystery meat' entrée.

There came a gentle knock on the door. That was unusual; standard dormitory protocol meant most people hammered on it or just barged right in.

"Come in!" I called.

The door cracked open, and a female voice replied, "Are you decent?" It sounded familiar but I couldn't immediately place it.

"Yeah, come on in." I was pleasantly surprised when Jennifer came hesitantly into the room. Our study sessions were always at the library or at Larry's fraternity; she'd never been to my place before.

"Hey, kiddo! What a nice surprise." I got up to give her a hug in welcome. She smiled as we came together, but I thought her eyes looked a little red.

"I hope you don't mind me just dropping in," she said tentatively, "Debbie gave me directions."

I couldn't help but solicitously ask about my newly former girlfriend. "How is Debbie? Is she okay?"

Jen smiled kindly and reached up to ruffle my hair. "She's okay. And she definitely still likes you. She wants only the best for you."

"I want what's best for her too." I looked at her with mock suspicion. "Did she send you here to check on me?"

She smiled enigmatically.

"Sort of."

"Sort of?"

She smiled again, but it was an oddly nervous smile. I was puzzled; this wasn't the Jen I knew. She was invariably confident and outgoing. Except... right after a separation from Larry.

She had left the door to my room open, and I noticed a decided increase of foot traffic in the hallway outside. She'd barely had time to sit down on my bed before some guys had already gone by three times. Did I mention she's beautiful?

I got up and closed the door; Jen looked up at me nervously.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Is what okay?"

"Uh... nothing, you just seem a little nervous is all I meant."

"Oh." She sat and fidgeted, looking out the window and back to me; apparently not thinking my question required more of an answer.

"Would you like a soda?" I asked, trying to calm her by sounding as relaxed and casual as I could.

"Sure."

I got a Coke out of my mini-fridge for her, popped the tab on top of the can and handed it to her. She stared down at the can in her hand for a moment before looking back up at me.

"Why did you do that?" she asked.

"Do what?"

"Why did you open it before you gave it to me?"

"Oh. I know it can be awkward for girls with long fingernails to open a pop can without breaking a nail. And you've always had beautiful nails." (I've found you can never go wrong complementing a woman's fingernails or her shoes.)

I'd hoped I was lightening the mood, but now she was staring back at me like I was a space alien. I started to feel uncomfortable. I decided it was time for me to poke a stick into the hornet's nest.

"Is everything all right? Any trouble with... Larry?"

"We broke up."

I nodded sagely; I hoped sympathetically.

"It's... different this time."

Despite my best effort to maintain a poker face, she still saw my faint skepticism.

"I know, I know..." She shrugged and gave out a great sigh. "He'll always be special to me," she said softly, looking down and picking at her pretty fingernails in her lap. "I'll probably always love him. I told him that."

I started to believe it really was different this time. I sat on the bed next to her and put an arm around her shoulders.

"Hey, I'm sorry, Jen. I know you've been together a long time. That's a tough one."

"Yeah. Debbie and I have been consoling each other most of the day." She sniffled, as if to emphasize the point.

"I guess that's one good thing; you two can help each other get through it. Although it's pretty weird for you guys to break up at the same time Debbie and I split."

Jen's eyes widened for a moment. Then as if to hide her expressions from me, she nestled her head on my neck and shoulder. I brought my other arm around to hold her, and we sat silently hugging each other.

Eventually she cleared her throat and sat upright again. I was happy to see at least a little of the merriment in her eyes I had come to expect.

"Gerry?"

"Hmmm?"

"Would you... go out with me?"

You could have knocked me over with a feather.

"Sorry?"

"I said, 'Would you go out with me?'"

I was suddenly incapable of speech. Then she really amazed me.

"I would have asked you sooner, if you hadn't been dating Debbie. She's known how I feel about you for a while. So, when you guys started to talk about maybe seeing other people, she clued me in right away."

"Oh. Wow." She smiled briefly at my paralysis. "Uh, are you, you know, really sure? I mean... about Larry... this time?"

"I'm sure. It wasn't really working out with me and Larry either, Gerry. So please don't think you're the reason we broke up. It was only a matter of time... and I think now is... a really good time." She underscored her words by hugging me again.

I shook my head, still incredulous that this marvelous creature was even in my room, let alone asking me out. "You're sure you want to date me?"

She smiled coyly. "You don't want to be seen with me? I think the guys on your floor would probably be okay with it."

"It's the other way around, Jennifer. Are you sure you want..." She interrupted me with a firm tug to our hug.

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Really..."

"Yes, Gerry," she interrupted before I vented any more of my insecurities. "Especially after you opened my Coke for me."

She giggled at my look of surprise, then pushed me down on the bed. She looked down at me, smiling broadly.

"Maybe this will convince you I want to date you," she said softly. There followed the most amazing toe-curling kiss I'd ever had in my life. I couldn't tell you what was different from other first kisses I'd experienced, but my first kiss with Jennifer left me gasping.

"Well, okay then," I eventually managed to say. "You're not going to tell Debbie how easy I was, are you? I am on the rebound, you know. I'm vulnerable right now. "

Jen laughed that sparkling laugh of hers. "She told me to get my ass over here before somebody else beat me to it."

"Okay, now you're B.S.ing me."

She shook her head, her beautiful blond hair moving sensuously. "You really don't know what a catch you are, do you?"

"Yeah, right."

"Gerry," she said patiently, "why do you think Debbie and I made sure our study sessions were never at the sorority?"

"Why?" I asked, still puzzled.

"Oh, good grief," she said in exasperation. "Just shut up and kiss me."

And the rest, as they say, is history. My beautiful Jen and I have been together ever since, through twenty five years of marriage, four houses, ten cars, and two wonderful sons that now attend — why, the University of Washington, of course... 

Chapter 3

I don't know how long I had been standing in the garage that fateful recycling night, thinking back to college while staring at the letter that Jen had put into her office trash can. I must have been there a while to cause Jen to leave our bedroom and come down to see if I was alright.

She appeared in the doorway into the house, and my heart jumped up into my throat. No one else could ever evoke the depth of feelings that woman causes inside me. She was wearing a translucent black night gown that her lush body transformed into an erotic sculpture.

But seeing her breathtaking beauty now was just heart breaking. How could she have done this? How could I look at her, ever again, without seeing Larry on top of her? Thinking of how tears had filled her eyes as she thought of having to forgo her secret lover... for me?

Jen's smile faded as she saw me staring at her, straining to keep my expression calm and neutral. I tried to be as casual as I could as I folded the letter and put it in my back pocket. Before she could speak, I preempted her with a stumbling apology.

"Hey, babe, I'm sorry... but after that nap I'm pretty wide awake now. I'll come join you in a little bit, okay?"

She looked at me in concern. She came to me and wrapped her arms around me. I hoped she didn't detect my recoil from her touch. She pulled back to look at me from arms length.

"Are you all right?" she asked softly. "You look like something's upset you."

"I'll be fine." I did my best to come up with a cover story. "I guess I've got more things from work going through my head than I realized."

"Are you sure you don't want to come up now?" she asked softly. "I'm sure we could come up with something to take your mind off your troubles."

I tried to chuckle convincingly.

"No... I think I'd be too... distracted. Why don't you go on up, and I'll join you in a bit."

She looked at me carefully. I hadn't lied to her about anything in decades, other than what she was getting for her birthday. It felt like she was reading every thought going through my head.

"Okay," she said finally. "Just be sure to wake me up when you do."

She gave me a kiss that I ended somewhat abruptly, but it was the best I could do under the circumstances. After another probing look, she turned and went back into the house.

After Jen went back upstairs, I spent some time driving myself nuts, thinking insanely about divorce and private investigators.

I finally came up with something I could do (I mean, besides trying not to throw up) that wasn't guaranteed to immediately ruin my marriage. It was partly crazy and definitely stupid, but it was something.

I went to Jen's office and found Debbie's number in her rolodex. I knew that she and Jen had caught up at last week's sorority reunion in Seattle. After college she had remained close friends with Jen, but I thought that if I caught her by surprise I might be able to tell if she was covering for her.

Like I said, it was stupid.

She answered the phone after only a couple rings.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Debbie! It's me, Gerry. I hope I'm not waking you up, am I?"

"Hey, Gerry! No, I'm up... Is everything alright?"

"Oh, yes, we're fine. Hey, I'm sorry to bother you, but I was sitting here thinking about the fun you girls had getting together last week, and it reminded me I hadn't talked to Larry in long time."

This is where I craftily paused, hoping to tell from her tone of voice whether Larry had been seen at the reunion.

But Debbie didn't miss a beat.

"Oh? I don't have his number, if that's what you're asking about. I haven't seen him in years."

"Oh, that's too bad. I thought there might have been guys at the reunion from the fraternity that your sorority hooked up with a lot."

She snorted. "I couldn't make the first night dance. Jen said there were a few guys there that were single or had white lines where their wedding rings usually were. She said they were kind of creepy. I didn't ask who they were, though. I'm sure she would have told me if Larry had been there."

"Alright, well, I knew it was a long shot. I'm not very good at Google searching, so I thought I'd take the lazy man's way. So was it party party party last week? I know all about you sorority girls."

She laughed. "No, us old broads don't stay up that late any more. The closest we got to wild was the one night we had too much wine. But I'm sure Jen told you about that."

"Yes, she told me how you got her so drunk she had to sleep at your house."

Debbie giggled. "That girl never could keep a secret. Like at the sorority we used to say 'telephone, ' 'telegraph, ' or tell-a-Jen."

"You're making that up."

"See, I can't keep secrets from you either."

"I suppose not. Well, thanks, Deb. I'm glad I didn't wake you."

"Uh... sure. That's... that's all you called for, was to ask about Larry?"

"Yeah, I know, it's stupid I guess."

"Hey, no problem. Have you asked Jen about that first night? She would have seen him if he'd been there."

I quickly had to make up something. Why wouldn't I have asked Jen before asking Debbie?

"She said she hadn't seen him, but she said there were a lot of people there, so she might have missed him."

Debbie paused for a long moment. "Yeah... I'm sure that could've happened. Sorry I can't help."

"No problem. Well, thanks again, Deb."

"Any time, Gerry. Take care."

"You too, Deb. Bye."

"Bye."

After talking to Debbie, I became mentally and physically inert. I sat on the couch watching the late night TV talk shows, a glass of whiskey on ice in my hand, the bottle on the end table at my elbow.

I still didn't know what to do. Given the letter in my hand and what Debbie had said, I had to conclude that Jen had been with Larry that first night of the reunion. I didn't know what else to do; calling Debbie was about as far as my nerves could take me.

It was late by then, and I knew I should go to bed. But since Jennifer had sex on her mind, I didn't think I could. She'd be able to tell that something was wrong, and I wasn't ready for that kind of confrontation.

But what would I say in the morning? I couldn't hide from her forever. But I couldn't bear the thought of losing her, either.

So I did the brave thing.

I got completely drunk and fell asleep on the couch.

"Honey?"

I barely heard the gentle voice. I kept my eyes shut tight.

"Wake up, Gerry. Please?"

I tried to roll away from her, but she grasped my shoulder firmly to stop me.

"Let's go get you in the shower, baby. Please? Honey? Come with me," she cooed gently.

I opened my eyes to see Jen on her knees, her hand on my shoulder, with a concerned look on her face. I grunted, and with her help managed to get to a sitting position.

It was then that I saw the letter clutched in her hand. I gasped, and an overwhelming feeling of nausea rose up inside me. I saw her eyes widen with recognition, and then I was up and stumbling towards the downstairs bathroom propped up by Jennifer, my other hand clamped over my mouth trying to keep the bile inside.

We turned at the bathroom doorway, and I dropped to my knees just in time to empty my stomach into the toilet in a wrenching sequence of prolonged contractions. They kept coming, even when there was nothing left inside, serving no purpose other than to cause more pain.

I eventually was able to fall back and sit against the wall. Jen gave me a damp washcloth to wipe my face, and I felt the faint beginnings of normalcy.

When I was finally able to look at my wife, I tried to read her as well as she could read me.

Was as it guilt I saw? No, it was sadness. No, it was... understanding. Or was it sympathy? Finally, I came to feel it was best described as a look of... determination.

Studying her expressions was only adding to my misery, so I closed my eyes tight again, tight against the pain. If I kept staring at her beautiful face, I knew I'd be lost. I knew that I'd accept anything to keep her. I'd happily believe anything she said. I'd willingly dissolve myself, from being a man, to being... her fool.




Recycling



Eventually, I reluctantly opened my eyes to see her concerned face, patiently waiting for me to revive. She reached down to take my hand, and pulled to help me stand.

"Come on," she said, and tugged on my hand, pulling me up the stairs, and on into our bedroom and its master bath. She got the water going in the shower, helped me get out of my clothes, and pushed me in.

And I still didn't know what to say to her.

When I eventually emerged, I felt almost like a human being again. Jen had set out a big fluffy towel and my bathrobe next to the sink, where I found a toothbrush with toothpaste already on it waiting for me. I could smell coffee from somewhere, and after brushing I ventured out into our bedroom.

Jennifer was there, sitting on the bed, a tray with a coffee pot and cups on the adjacent dresser. She smiled and patted the space next to her. I stumbled out and sat, gratefully taking the cup she poured for me.

I had absolutely no idea where to begin. But before I could come up with another stupid idea, Jennifer sucked in a big breath of air, and began.

"Honey... I didn't want to tell you about this; and there's a reason for that. But... well, we need to talk."

I mentally braced myself, fearing the worst. Was this where my life veered off course and slammed into a bridge abutment, leaving me in constant pain until the end of my days?

Jen squared her shoulders as if resolving to make a leap into the unknown.

"I've been in love with you from the first week we met," she said firmly.

I blinked in surprise. That was a good thing... but... I was still waiting for the hammer to fall.

"I liked everything I saw in that first week, and they're the reasons why I still love you today. Like the way you can always make me smile. How smart you are. How you've always respected me and my opinions. How gorgeous you are. And that... you love me, too."

She stopped and looked away. "But when we first met... I was with Larry."

She felt me flinch at the mention of his name. She tried to smile, but it didn't come across very well. I realized she was just as anxious as I was.

"I couldn't just drop him for you out of the blue... I did have feelings for him. It would have been cruel. And besides," she said, in a nervous rush, "if you saw me be mean like that to Larry, you might not have gone out with me.

"Then, before I could get the nerve to start letting Larry down gently, you started dating Debbie! That just about drove me nuts. And, well, this is where I... I'm going to try to tell you something that I've never told anyone before. I'm not very proud of it."

Her eyes began to shine with unshed tears. She took another deep breath. "You know how Larry and I kind of... separated a lot? But I kept coming back to him?"

I nodded cautiously.

"Well, the main reason I did that, was because... that way I could... stay close to you," she said, her voice dropping to nearly a whisper. "Keeping him and me in the study group, going on double dates with you and Debbie... I pushed Larry and Debbie to do those things, to stay near you."

The moisture in her eyes spilled over into tears and she sniffled softly, but her expression remained determined.

"I really didn't like myself for that, for using Larry like that. I mean, neither of us was ready to settle down and get married back then. But... but what if he missed out on meeting the love of his life, because he thought he had me?"

Her sniffles continued, and I could feel her gently shaking next to me. I couldn't help myself. When I reached over and gently rubbed her back, her head rose up to look at me with startled gratitude.

When her crying finally shuddered to a stop, she jumped up to get some tissues to dry her eyes. Then she sat down on the bed next to me again, and continued her story.

"Anyway, when you broke up with Debbie, I decided I wasn't going to let the same thing happen again. I didn't want to hurt Larry, but I wasn't going to let a day go by before I told you how I felt about you.

"As soon as Debbie told me you'd agreed to break up, I called Larry and asked him to take me someplace where we could talk. He knew something was up; I mean it's not like we hadn't had problems before.

"He could tell it was somehow different. I wanted him to believe I was serious about ending our relationship this time, and that... that he'd only get hurt if he tried to get us back together again. And I... I told him that I'd realized I had feelings for you, and that... now that you and Debbie had split, that I wanted to see where those feelings would lead.

"The part I regret was... I said I'd already talked to you about it. I said you had feelings for me too, and that you and I were together now. And... I told Larry it was you that insisted I talk to him about it.

"So... I told my little lie to Larry to make sure he wouldn't think we'd done something behind his back. I told him that since it was me that approached you, that if he was upset it should be with me, not you.

"Of course, I hadn't even asked you out yet! But I was going to find you in your dorm that night and do it. And I just knew... I knew you were the one for me.

"I mean, everything I told him was true, or at least... it would be in a few hours. I was just trying to make a clean break with him.

"He was really sad, and we were holding each other. Pretty soon he started to kiss me, and I was feeling so bad about the way I'd treated him, and that I'd just lied to him, that when he wanted to make love, I... well, we did. Even though Larry thought I was cheating on you to do it.

"I felt horrible about the whole thing, so I did my best to make it as good for him as I could. But I was feeling so guilty, when we... finished, I started... c-crying and I couldn't stop."

As I listened to her painful recounting, something or someone in the back of my head was trying to tell me something... She said she was crying after making love to Larry... 

Her confession brought on another round of sobbing, with me stroking her hair, murmuring reassurances to her. Eventually she was able to continue.

"That night I asked you out. And you were as perfect for me as I could ever have hoped for. And then, a week or so later, I got the letter from Larry that you found last night."

She was so emotional that she didn't notice when I shuddered, my eyes going wide. The letter wasn't from last week's reunion; it was from while we were still in college!

"So that's why Larry thought there might be hope for him to win me back. He thought since I'd cheated on you when we made love that night that there was a chance I'd come back to him... again."

She paused and looked intently into my eyes. "But I hadn't cheated on you. And I never will."

I impulsively hugged her to me. How could I have been such a fool to doubt her? We held each other tightly for a long time. Eventually she released me, and was again staring earnestly at me.

"So, that's why you don't have to worry about that letter. I kept it around at first just to remind myself to always be honest with you; and with myself, too.

"I kind of forgot about it after a few years. Being at the reunion last week reminded me of it. And I found out from other people at the reunion that Larry did meet the girl of his dreams, and he's been happily married for years.

"So... I decided enough time had passed that... that I could forgive myself. It felt really good to throw the letter in the wastebasket.

"And then you had to go and find it in the recycling!"

She grasped my hand and held it to her chest. I wrapped my other arm around her.

"But maybe it was supposed to happen," she breathed. "I mean, it happened a long time ago. But it still feels good that now there aren't any secrets I've kept from you."

After she'd put herself through that torment for me, I knew that I had to be honest with her as well.

"Jen, I need to tell you something, and I'm embarrassed about what... well, what I thought when I saw the letter. It's why I was so freaked out when you found me in the garage."

"Uh, okay," she said cautiously.

"Well... I understand now what happened back then, and I believe you completely. You have nothing to feel guilty about. If you hadn't been so sure about me, who knows what might have happened. I can't imagine not being with you for the rest of my life."

She smiled cautiously and put a hand on my cheek.

"But it still bothered you to find it, didn't it?" she asked. "I'm so sorry, baby. That was the last thing I would want to happen. I should have burned the stupid thing!"

I smiled ruefully back at her. "I kind of wish you had, too. It would have prevented me from acting like a complete idiot."

She looked at me in confusion. "You... you said there was something else you wanted to tell me?"

I sighed. "Okay. Now, you see how I'm looking at you? That I'm not freaked out any more?

"Yes?" she said cautiously. I took a deep breath.

"Jen... there's no date on that letter."

Her head tilted in puzzlement.

"So? So there's no date on the... Oh my God!" she exclaimed in horror. She grabbed the letter and held it up for re-examination. "Oh, baby, you mean... you thought, when you found it, that it, that I... that when I was gone last week that... that..."

"Yes, I'm embarrassed to say that I did," I said sheepishly. "When I read the part about you being with Larry 'last week, ' and that he wanted to keep doing it as long as you'd let him... yeah, I freaked."

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. You have to believe me, I would never... "

I cut her off by pulling her somewhat roughly to me, smothering her mouth with mine. I held her with a grip so tight that one part of my mind worried I might crack a rib; but I couldn't make myself ease up. I eventually pulled back to look earnestly into her eyes.

"I'm the one that should apologize, Jen. I should have trusted you. I think it hit me so hard because... I just couldn't imagine living without you. So that's my excuse, along with being an idiot. I'm so sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," she said soothingly. "As long as you believe me... I really did fall in love with you that first week."

She looked at me fondly.

"I still remember being in that huge econ class, watching that good looking guy sitting down front asking those smart questions. I was thinking I'd really like to have a chance with a guy like that some day.

"Then when I went to my next class, and found you sitting there... I had to wonder if our meeting wasn't meant to happen."

I held her eyes with mine, my chest tight with emotion. I reached across her lap to pick up her right hand, brought it to my lips, softly kissing her palm. I spoke softly as I began to move up her arm, pausing to give soft kisses along the way.

"Jen, I know (kiss)... it was meant to happen. I know (kiss) I'll always feel this way about you."

"Mmmm," she hummed softly. "How do you feel?"

Each kiss progressed further up her arm as I pulled her towards me. I draped her arm over my back, now kissing the soft skin of her neck.

"Lucky to have you... eager to be with you... anxious to please you... hoping you'll always want me."

My hands went to her waist, softly caressing.

"I'll always want you, Gerry. I'll always be with you."

Slowly, lovingly, buttons were un-done, a zipper lowered, a shirt pulled off, jeans and soft cotton panties were wiggled free, all making a small pile on the floor next to my robe.

We fell together on the bed, kissing passionately. Our kisses went on and on, unhurried. They were not a prelude to love making; they were a reaffirmation of love.

I began to explore her, touching and softly caressing, savoring her beautiful body that was mine to love.

Jennifer couldn't remain passive in the aftermath of our emotional recommitment. As I worshiped her, moving up and down the length of my lover, she likewise slid her hands and lips over me as we moved together.

I could feel the heat radiating off her body as our touches gradually became more urgent, more demanding. Moments before her hands had been as soft as a butterfly's wings. Now they were becoming firmer, more possessive, more directive.

She pulled me to her bosom, and I felt her firm chest underneath my hands as I held and suckled at her breasts, drawing life from my woman. I felt her reach for me, and soon the sounds of our passion began to stir and grow.

I forced myself to release her and move on to the softness of her belly. I could feel traces of golden hair on her skin, angel faint and light, invisible to anyone but me, and felt only by my reverent kisses.

Jen released me and grasped my shoulder.

"Hey."

I looked up in question. She held her arms out to me.

"I... I can't wait. Please?"

I smiled, more than willing to match her urgency. I rose up to return the embrace of her arms, while she moved her legs to embrace my hips from below.

It seemed impossible for either of us to look anywhere but into each other's eyes as we came together. I saw Jen catch her breath and hold it as she felt me push. It seemed more difficult than usual, and she cautiously pushed back while fractionally raising and lowering her hips.

Soon her efforts were rewarded by my inward surge, and she let loose an explosive gasp of air.

"Jeez, honey," she said in some wonderment, "a little... excited?"

"Well... I'm not going to apologize."

We giggled together, sounding like naughty school kids, which faded into loving smiles as we began to move together.

As our passion built and I looked down at my lover, I couldn't help but think how lucky I was to have this woman as my wife. It was inconceivable to be without her. I felt an intense release of the tension I didn't know I'd been holding back, and my eyesight began blur.

I felt Jen put a hand to my face as my tears spilled over. I blinked rapidly, trying to tell if she thought I was upset. But she was smiling lovingly, and gently wiped away my tears. She knew I was crying with a joy that couldn't be contained.

I wanted to tell her I loved her, from the deepest part of my soul. I wanted to tell her that the only measure of myself that mattered to me was what reflected back from her eyes. I wanted to scream my love for her from the highest mountains.

But as I felt her soft soulful touches to my cheek, and as I gazed into the blue eyes that were still the most beautiful I'd ever seen... I knew she understood.

Soon our passion began to overcome us, and Jen took hold of my arms, gripping them fiercely as she climbed to her first peak. I struggled to stay with her, as she seemed to be moving from crest to crest, each punctuated with sounds of pleasure arising from deep within her.

The sensations were increasingly intense, her movements becoming nearly violent as she clutched me to her. She began to shudder and gasp as she felt me begin to lose control, and soon I could do nothing but surrender to the pleasure she was giving me.

As the pinnacle of her release arrived, I followed her into bliss. Both of us cried out in our shared ecstasy, making a loving exclamation point to the renewal of our love... the love, I was happy to discover, that had never really left me, after all.

Epilogue

The next week I was surprised when Jennifer joined me in the garage on paper recycling night. And she has continued to join me there, every week, ever since.

She watches me carefully, teasingly, happily, until her patience is rewarded - when I discover the love letter she's written for me to find that week.

In the end, there was nothing to recycle.

There was nothing to salvage.

There was only our love for each other, which will endure without pause, for the rest of our lives.

The End



Recycling



Editor's note: The names have been changed to protect the innocent and guilty alike. "Steve's" grammar is atrocious. I've done my best to clean it up, but only as far as he let me because he said I was, "fucking up his story." Whatever...a job is a job.

*****

Hey bro. I'm assuming a bro's reading this. If not, hey babe. How YOU doin'?

Name's Steve. I live in *town name redacted* with my roommate Kyle in a two-bedroom apartment. We're second year students at *college name redacted*. We both got in on football scholarships and met at college in our first year. We hit it off like true bros and moved in together by year two.

Kyle was an okay bro, right? I mean, at first. Bro doesn't wash the dishes when he's supposed to, so they pile up and then I yell at him and maybe it gets done. You don't even want to see the toilet. He borrows my stuff...like, a lot. One type of thing in particular, which is where this story starts.

So I walked into my apartment with Kara, my on-again, off-again girlfriend...well, maybe not girlfriend...we fucked, y'know? Anyway, we got in and heard Kyle and his girlfriend Stacy going at it. We snickered and snuck all quiet-like into my bedroom, closing the door and lying down on my bed, listening. The walls of the apartment were thin, so it was easy to hear everything. 

They were going hard and fast, both of them grunting louder as they went. I'd heard this before, so I knew they were finishing up. I took my hard cock out of my pants and Kara started playing with it. She was as turned on by the fucking noises as I was.

Kara had a good rhythm going on my cock as I lifted her shirt and got rid of her bra. I started sucking her nipples and she moaned, pulling harder on my cock.

Kyle and Stacy finally got there together, gasping loudly as his bed stopped squeaking. By this time I was pulling down Kara's jeans and undies.

I freed my cock from the hot brunette's hand and went down on her then, licking and sucking. She wasn't one of those girls who produced much of her own lubrication so I made sure I put lots of spit up there before the dicking started. Also, lubricated condoms were a must.

While we were getting busy Kyle and Stacy had left. They must have just had a quickie before going out.

Kara was naked now, and by this point I only had my shirt on.

She laid back, looking down her toned body at me. "Fuck me," she said.

I pulled open my side table drawer to get a condom and...there were none.

"Fuck!" I said. Kyle had taken my last fucking condom! That asshole was always borrowing my shit!

Kara was looking at me with disbelief. "You aren't fucking me without protection, asshole."

She spoke to me like that sometimes. You kinda have to take some abuse from hot chicks if you want them to put out, but...

My hard cock told me to keep quiet. I thought quickly, which was difficult at the best of times, let alone when all the blood was out of my head and in my crotch. Then I had an idea.

"Be right back!" I called as I dashed out of my bedroom and into Kyle's. There had been a couple of condoms in my drawer, so maybe he used one and kept the other in his room? I hoped.

No such luck. I looked in his desk where he kept his Jimmy Hats normally, but it was empty. Fuck fuck fuck!

I looked around a bit more and then I saw it: in Kyle's trashcan, on top of some balled-up paper, not dirty or anything, were two used condoms.

My balls were getting blue. Kara wouldn't suck my cock; she never did. I needed a condom!

Just then Kara called out, "Are we fucking or what?! Otherwise I'm just gonna go."

And just like that I made up my mind. I picked up one of the used rubbers and carefully untied the end. I could see Kyle's cum pooled in the tip.

I took it to the bathroom and was about to dump and wash it out when I realized I had no lube. Kara needed lube or it just wouldn't go in. That's why I always bought lubricated condoms, but this used condom's lube was all gone.

"Come on asshole! Hurry the hell up!"

God, her voice grated sometimes. I was so frustrated. I wanted to fuck!

I looked at the filled rubber. Maybe...?

My cock had softened a bit during the search, but my dirty idea had it hard and pointing at the ceiling within seconds. I held the condom, tip facing down, and lowered it so that tip was touching my cock head. As I slowly and carefully lowered the rubber down further, my cock started to push up into it. The outside of the condom became the inside as it settled around my cock. I pointed my cock fully upward so that Kyle's stuff, instead of spilling, became the lubrication on the now-outside of the condom as I finished rolling it down my dick.

I had just put a used condom on my cock inside out, and my bro Kyle's manchowder was on the outside, which would act as lubricant. The lubricant in the condom packages kind of looked like semen anyway, so this would work!

I dashed back into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. Kara looked happy to see the "protection" and lay back again, tossing her clothes back onto the floor. The bitch had almost left!

I got on the bed quick. While the sperm on the outside of the condom looked like lube, I didn't want to give her a chance to notice it wasn't. I quickly got between Kara's legs and smeared Kyle's cum between her pussy lips with the tip, getting her ready. 

"Mmm," she sighed, closing her eyes.

Once I had lubricated her pussy enough I pushed inside. My cock was probably harder than it had ever been before. Knowing that I had just pushed most of Kyle's last cum into her unprotected pussy was fucking hot! Serves the bitch right, I thought.

As I started the ol' in-and-out I made sure to suck on Kara's nipples lots, which always drove her nuts. I pulled on her hair and nibbled her neck as I pistoned in and out.

She started to cum and I remembered from some biology video that when women pop it makes it easier for them to get pregnant. I ground my crotch against hers as I felt her insides pulse around my dick. The gullible bitch gasped as my bro Kyle's seed went deeper inside her unused baby factory.

Finally I couldn't take any more. I started thrusting fast and hard. Kara kept cumming as I groaned and blew my wad into the second-hand condom.

As we lay there I thought about what I had just done, now that my brain was no longer in fuck mode, but I honestly had no problem with it. In fact, I figured I'd do it again soon!

--

I couldn't keep running into Kyle's bedroom to do this weird inside-out condom thing whenever I wanted to fuck, so later that day I went onto the Internet to research some ways to make my new favorite thing easier.

Finally I found it: instructions on resealing an open condom package! Man, there are some seriously fucked up people on the Internet!

I had bought some more condoms by this time, so I got out our clothes iron, heated it up, and ripped open a package as close to the edge as I could.

I washed the condom to get rid of the spermicidal lube, and then put it on my cock. Thinking of what I had done to stupid Kara earlier in the day turned me on and I blasted my cum into the rubber after only a few minutes of whacking off.

I rolled the filled condom back up, dripping my sperm into the open package as I did so. Then I put the rolled-up condom back in. There was more sperm than there had been lube, so I had to wipe some away.

Then I took the clothes iron and used it to seal the opened edge. It actually looked pretty good, though the package wasn't square anymore. I ripped open the next side and then re-sealed that. Perfect! It only looked a little smaller than a normal condom package, and my little soldiers were sealed up inside.

I put my new, unopened condoms in my sock drawer and tossed the fresh "cum condom" into my side table drawer. Kyle would regret it if he borrowed that one...

--

I made sure to stay up watching TV until Kyle and Stacy got back. Of course, they immediately went down the hall to Kyle's bedroom. I waited patiently with the TV turned down low until I heard Kyle go from his room to mine and then back.

Once I heard his door close again I turned the TV up and tiptoed back to my room, quietly closing my door behind me. My bro Kyle was already porking his hot redheaded girlfriend, and they weren't being quiet.

I checked, and yes, Kyle had "borrowed" the cum condom I had prepared earlier.

"Yes, yes..." I heard Stacy murmur. The walls in our apartment really were thin. I could hear the bed squeaking and I knew that he had already pushed my spermy condom inside the sexy, leggy cutie.

I lay down on my bed and pulled my dick out, stroking it in time with Kyle's thrusts. Bro was keeping a steady rhythm instead of going all out like he had earlier.

I didn't think I would last all that long, though. I had fantasized about the slim redheaded Stacy since Kyle had brought her home a few weeks ago, but figured I'd have no chance, Bro Code and all. I wasn't actually fucking her but she had my cum inside her now. My soldiers were now marching farther inside sexy Stacy's baby factory than Kyle's had ever been. That was so fucking hot!

I realized I probably shouldn't waste a load and quickly grabbed another condom from my sock drawer. I very carefully ripped the package enough to get the love glove out and put it on my rock hard cock.

Returning to my bed, I continued to whack off in time with Kyle and Stacy's fucking. By now they were reaching the end, and she was gasping, ready to cum.

Yeah, Stacy, cum with my cum inside you, I thought.

She gasped loudly, and Kyle grunted. I could hear Stacy gasping and shaking. My soldiers were going for a ride in her baby bus, I knew, and I blasted a load into my current condom, trying my best to be quiet.

Once I had recovered I again performed the trick of rolling the spermy rubber back up and into its packet, sealing it up as best I could with the hand iron.

And just in time, too, as there was a knock on my bedroom door. I quickly pulled my jeans up and slipped the condom packet into my pocket.

"Yeah?" I called.

The door opened. My bro Kyle was there, looking sheepish in his boxers. "Hey bro," he said, "Can I...borrow a rubber?"

"Sure, bro," I said, pointing to my bedside table.

He shrugged. "Um...I already borrowed that one. You got any others?"

I reached into my pocket and flipped him my fresh "cum condom" packet. He caught it.

"Thanks bro!" he said as he turned away. Then he turned back. "Hey, bro...why's it warm?"

That one was easy. "'Cause it was in my pocket, bro," I replied.

"Oh yeah..." He again turned away, and then back, holding the packet up for inspection. "Did you get smaller rubbers or something?"

I grinned at him. "Yeah, because you been borrowing my condoms so much I figured I'd better get some smaller ones to fit your little pecker!"

"Sick burn, bro!" Kyle snorted, looking impressed. He flipped me the bird and went back to his room. Within minutes he and Stacy were going at it again, and I lay back on my bed to get a third "cum condom" ready.

--

After my cum got fucked into Stacy's pussy by my bro Kyle, I would retrieve those used condoms and do the same thing in reverse, dripping Kyle's cum into fresh condom packets. Even I knew it would be stupid to reuse condoms regularly.

We were pushing our roommates' cum inside of our girlfriends' baby factories when we fucked them, and life was fucking awesome.

--

I didn't really think it would end - kinda dumb of me, I guess. After a couple months passed Stacy stormed out of the apartment door just as I was getting home. I stopped and watched her sexy body stomp away down the hallway as she left. When I got in Kyle told me Stacy was pregnant! That totally blew my mind! One of my swimmers actually "captured the flag" and impregnated that hot redhead!

I quickly recovered and was the supportive bro. Kyle hadn't handled the news well, and that's when she stomped off.

I had to help my bro. Thinking quick, I said, "Kyle, I'm sorry bro, but I heard from some on the team that Stacy's been fucking around on you. I didn't say anything before because I didn't have proof, but you gotta get the baby tested to see if it's yours before you do anything."

Kyle was fucking pissed and did just that. One test later and he was cleared. Stacy left school within a few weeks and never came back, which was fine by us.

--

Kara and I were still going at it, but without Stacy around there was no way to make some "Kyle cum condoms." It didn't matter, though: a couple weeks later Kara informed me that she had missed her period as well, and what was I going to do about it?

Well, I told that bitch to push off, just like my bro Kyle did with Stacy. One paternity test later and I was free and clear too.

Kara broke up with me, of course, but didn't move away like Stacy. Also, her stomach didn't get any bigger as time went on. I think she went and got an abortion. Oh well.

--

Kyle and I would bring the occasional girl home for one-off fucks after we became single again.

What? No, separately fucking the girls we brought home...no "Devil's Three-ways" here!

Anyway, I kept the cycle going with the "cum condoms." One day Kyle fucked my swimmers into curvy little brown-haired Amy Mason, and the next day I fucked Kyle's sperm into skinny, nerdy Jessica Chang while she kept her glasses on and bounced on my cock.

One day I was walking across campus and I spotted Mrs. Swanson, one of the history teachers, struggling with some books. I ran up and helped her carry them to her office. I guess maybe she was having problems with her husband because after I gave her some compliments on her blouse and hair, the next thing I knew we were making out on her desk.

She was an older woman, in her 30's maybe, but damn hot with no kids. She unpinned her hair (auburn), letting it drop back as I removed her blouse and went at her boobs. She grinned as I squeezed and sucked at her bazoombas, pulling me up on top of her as she unbuttoned her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties!

I didn't know if I needed a condom or if she was on birth control, so I pulled my jeans down and lined myself up. She stopped me and said we needed protection. I smiled and pulled out one of Kyle's "cum condoms."

That woman must have cum a dozen times before I filled that condom. I couldn't see any of Kyle's cum when I pulled out, so I knew his swimmers were well on their way inside the sexy teacher. My cock twitched out another last spurt at that thought.

Mrs. Swanson said it could never happen again but I was certain that I would be looking for some older pussy again in the future. What a ride!

--

A few weeks later, near the end of the school day my Mom called and said there was a surprise waiting for me at home. She wouldn't say what it was (Care package? A new TV?), so I rushed home after my last class ended.

Surprise? Oh yeah...a fucking surprise all right.

I got through the door of the apartment and looked around. Nothing new. Heading down the hallway, I heard Kyle and some chick going at it. Time to make another of my "cum condoms," I thought, and slipped into my room.

I was a little distracted...okay, a lot distracted, so didn't notice what was new in my room. I whipped out my dick and started whacking it. I didn't know who Kyle had in there but she sounded like a real wild girl. As near as I could tell she was on top, and bouncing hard on his cock. When she came she was almost screaming. I smiled, thinking about my seed doing its business inside the unsuspecting slut.

When I turned to my sock drawer to get a fresh condom to fill I finally noticed the luggage in the corner. Again, the blood that would normally be in my head was filling my cock so I could only look at the bags, confused. I looked closer at the name tag on one of the suitcases.

Cindy! MY SISTER!

I rushed out of my room and burst through Kyle's door. My 18-year-old sister Cindy was bouncing on Kyle's cock, crying out as she came again. Kyle freaked out at my sudden intrusion and tossed her to the side, and the condom they had been using slipped off his dick as she went.

Cindy was shuddering as she lay there, coming down from her orgasm, and Kyle was holding his hands out to ward me away.

"BRO!" I yelled. Fucking a bro's sister was most definitely a violation of the Bro Code.

"Bro!" Kyle replied, now holding his hands as if he was praying to me. Then he looked down at my crotch. "Bro?"

Fuck, I still had my half-hard cock out! I turned and tucked it away. Turning back, I could see Cindy had recovered and was pulling on the condom hanging out of her pussy.

I looked at the rubber in horror, and then scanned the room for its packet. Please, please...

I found the packet on the floor, and its size confirmed it was definitely one of my "cum condoms." Kyle had fucked my potent, babymaking sperm into my sister, and with the amount of times she had cum they were probably already way deep inside her, looking for her egg.

--

Cindy missed her next period and said Kyle was the only one she had had sex with that month. She figured that she must have gotten some sperm inside her when the condom slipped off his dick. Bro tried to get a paternity test going but after I explained to him with my fists that my sister was no slut he accepted his fate. He started dating my sister, and by the time that she gave birth to my baby they were talking about marriage. Bro!

I also heard through the grapevine that Kyle's old girlfriend Stacy had given birth a couple months previous. Two for me!

Mrs. Swanson had a huge belly by that point, though she never tried to pin that one on me, as her husband would probably have divorced her. There was also talk that Jessica Chang had been pulled out of school by her parents when she started to show. Two for Kyle, though he'd never know.

--

So, that's my story, bro or babe. I'm not sorry for what I did, and if Kyle wasn't fucking my sister I'd have kept doing it. They're talking about getting a place for themselves, so maybe I'll get another bro to room with.

I hope his girlfriend's hot.



Recycling Day



Author's note

This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance between characters and any real person living or dead is purely coincidental.

I am deeply indebted to Juicy Starchild for her critique, editing and generally making my story a better read

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It was 7.45am on a Friday and I could hear people outside, putting out their bins ready for the rubbish collection. I sat up, swung my legs over the side of the bed and was about to get up when I felt her hand on my arm.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"To put the bins out, it's recycling day."

"The bin men come more often than I do around here. Come back to bed."

Something was definitely wrong. Jane and I had been married for nearly fifty years and in all that time I had never heard her use the word come in that context. Orgasm, yes, but come, never. I lay down beside her. If I wasn't mistaken she had more or less told me that she wanted sex. Another first for the day. She propped herself up on one elbow then brought her head down and kissed me. Tenderly at first, then again more passionately. I hadn't had a kiss like that in a long time. Many's the day that I had longed for such a kiss and now as our tongues danced a sensuous rhumba I was being treated to more passion than I had received in many years. She moved easily, kissing her way down my chest. Each kiss carried a small amount of magic and I found myself getting hard. These days I couldn't normally get hard without the help of the little blue pills. Use it or lose it, the doctor had said. Short of rape I got precious little opportunity to use it, so lose it I did. Now and again I might wake with the old six o'clock erection, but most times nothing.

I had loved Jane since the day I first met her. Yeah, there have been some tough times. We had three boys who are now big, strapping lads. It was after they were born, and we decided not to have any more, that the sex gradually dried up. I'd tried looking for other women, even found one or two, but I just couldn't do it. I tried, I really did. It takes a certain type of man to fuck a woman for the sake of it, to ignore the feelings of the woman he loves merely to satisfy the cravings of his cock. I'm not that type of man, no matter how much I want to be. One gave me a decent blowjob but, when it came to putting my dick in her pussy, my cock just wilted and I couldn't do it. Some of the women had urged me to leave her and once I even found myself a bedsit to live in. When it came down to it I couldn't do that either. I guess I really loved her.

Running my hands over her shoulders and hips excited me. Placing my hand on the stomach, that had three times been swollen with my sons, aroused me. Running my hands over her hips and arse had me hard as a rock, and squeezing her breasts and fondling her nipples would have me leaking pre-cum. She was always the only woman who could do this, right up to the time when my dick would no longer perform unaided.

Over the years more of my pleasures were denied to me. She didn't like having her breasts fondled. Stimulating her pussy was out unless she was "very relaxed". Morning sex was out because she didn't like it, then as years went by it was her arthritis that prevented it. Sex at night inevitably prevented her from sleeping and she would be unbearable for days.

She cried the day I returned from the doctor and told her they could find nothing wrong and that my inability to get a decent erection was down to lack of use. She knew how much it means to be able to perform the basic function of a man.

"So it's all my fault, then."

I couldn't say, "No, it isn't," though god knows I wanted to. However, none of this made any difference. The sex didn't get any more plentiful, and many of my little blue pills were wasted. Yet now here she was, taking control and making me think that I had gone back forty years.

Jane's head was now on my stomach while her left hand stroked my dick and massaged my balls. To my surprise my cock was rock hard and jerking as she stroked it. Her head moved down a little further and she started to gently kiss the tip of my cock, sucking up the fluid oozing from it. She took my dick firmly in her right hand. She pushed the foreskin down and took the head of my cock into her mouth. Now I was totally confused, this had never happened to me before. I had always wanted it, but the couple of times I'd tried she made it clear she thought it was dirty. Now it was as if she had been doing it all our married life.

She looked up at my face. "I want you to make love to me now, John."

She knelt beside me and swung one leg over. There were no groans of pain from the arthritis, or even any slowness. She reached down and fed my cock into her hot, wet pussy and started to move up and down. I pushed her nightie up so I could put my hands on her naked hips. She reached down and took hold of the bottom of her nightie, with her arms crossed the way women do. She lifted her arms and removed the nightie. She sat astride me, completely naked for the first time in many years. I looked at her body. Her tits swung as she rocked back and forth on me. Yes, they were saggy tits, but they were her saggy tits and that made them beautiful. I raised my hands to fondle their softness, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs as I did so. Her nipples hardened and her downward movements became more forceful.

The telephone started to ring and I thought it would call an immediate halt to the proceedings. I must have looked anxious. She looked down at me, then leaned forward and kissed my forehead.

"If it's important they'll call back," she said as her pussy started to grip my cock.

I tried to think back to the last time I had felt this good. I couldn't think of one. Here I was, being given the best sex of my life, by a woman of nearly seventy. Oh, she didn't look it. She thought she did, but in my eyes she could have been in her mid fifties. One of my hands dropped down to her stomach and I stroked it the way I had when it had been swollen with our children.

"I love you, John. I always have and always will. No matter what happens, always know that I love you."

I couldn't believe how hard I still was as she rocked back and forth with me inside her. I reached between her legs, found her clitoris and gently made circles around it with my finger. She reached back, put her hands on her ankles and threw her head back.

"Oh yes, John! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

I felt her pussy starting to milk my dick for everything it could give. My buttocks clenched and my heels dug into the bed and the whole of my back tensed. My arse was now completely off the bed as I tried to push my whole body into her. She screamed out something and I felt the mouth of her cervix sucking every bit of juice from my swollen cock.

She sat on my hips for a while then climbed off, allowing my semi-erect cock to plop out of her. She looked down at me. "Pretty good for a pair of oldies, wasn't it?" She lay down beside me and I turned and wrapped my arm around her waist.

It was 8.45am when she woke. I watched from the corner of the room as she looked at the clock then started to shake the shoulder of the man who was sleeping with his arm around her waist.

"Wake up, John. It's recycling day and you haven't put the bins out."

The man on the bed never moved. She shook him again.

"Stop messing about. You'll be sorry if you have to take everything to the tip later."

She lifted the arm from her waist and tried to sit up. She reached for her glasses, put them on and looked at the man once more. The man's body was quite still, not even the rise and fall of breathing.

"John, this isn't funny. Come on, it's time to get up."

She knelt beside him and tried to roll him over onto his back.

"If you pull me down on top of you again, I'm going to be so angry with you."

As she turned him over her expression changed. The man had a serenely happy look on his face, but showed no sign of breathing. She put her ear to his chest. The stern expression left her face, to be replaced by one of alarm.

"No! You can't do this to me! You can't leave me, John! I'm the older one--I should go first!"

Tears ran from her eyes as she got off the bed, went to the telephone and dialled 999 for the ambulance. She went back to the bed and felt the body.

"You're not getting away from me that easy. You're not cold yet, so there's still hope."

She started mouth to mouth and CPR. She gasped in a lungful of air and blew it into his mouth, then did it again. She spoke as she rhythmically pressed on his chest. "Come -- back -- to -- me -- John -- I -- can't -- live -- without -- you." She filled his lungs again and continued the compressions, "I -- love -- you -- and -- need -- you.-- Don't -- leave -- me -- John.-- Please -- come -- back -- to -- me."

From my position in the corner I watched as she made every effort to resuscitate the body that I realised was mine. The room was getting darker as the paramedics came in with a defibrillator. I felt a twinge each time they shocked the body. The room was completely dark by the time they gave up. I could see nothing, but could still hear one of the paramedics talking.

"When I've got to go, I wanna go like him. Did you see the look on his face, and the semen on his leg and the bed? I reckon, in his head, someone fucked him to death."

Then there was nothing, just my thoughts.

"God, if you exist, can I ask a favour? If you pair me up with another irresistible woman, please make me irresistible to her."



Recycling Emotions



Several thanks to the folks who helped me with suggestions on various makes/models of cars, and to the mechanics that helped when I picked their brains! Thanks to estragon, copy editor and other Litsters that took the time to read this for me prior to submission. All of the characters are fictional, as is the story. I hope you enjoy my 2012 Earth Day entry. One one vote per person if you do decide to vote - mostly if I stir some fond memories of your past, especially the cars, please share them with me. Thanks, Red

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Two middle-aged men and an older teen stared at the car pulling into the lot. All three were protected from the pelting rain and melting snow by the shop window. The vehicle was not though, and for that all three men pitied the driver behind the wheel. 

Jack, the elder of the three men turned to young Tyler. 

"You better go get Betty, she's gonna wanna see this," he said, before spitting his tobacco into a bucket in the corner of the garage's office. 

Tyler nodded his head and left in search of their boss. The other men, Jack and Willie, waited patiently for the driver of the car to step out, brave the elements and come inside. When he did, both eyed him questioningly, as he shook off rainwater, shivering from the 30°F temperatures outside, and took off his hat and gloves. 

"That is something I'm not used to," the stranger said as he shoved his hands through his hair. 

"Don't get much rain where you're from?" Willie asked. 

"No, not the rain, the cold air. I'm from Florida, heading up to University of Pennsylvania for a lecture," the gentleman answered. 

"And you drove that," Jack pointed to the 1949 Kurtis Kraft Sport that had just been parked outside, "all the way from Florida? What are you, an idiot?" 

The man looked stunned by the mechanic's blunt words. He glanced out at his car and frowned. "It wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done, but I had no choice," he countered. "I own other vehicles, two of which would have been a more ideal choice, but unfortunately, one was totaled when I loaned it to my daughter's husband and the other -- believe it or not, I went to start it and the damn thing wouldn't start." 

"You could have borrowed a friend's, couldn't you?" 

All three men turned at the sound of the feminine voice entering the shop office. Willie and Jack smirked, stepped back and gave plenty of space for Betty Diane Miller, the owner of Miller's Auto and Detailing. 

"I was in a hurry," the man admitted. "I was running late, and didn't feel like going through the hassle of arranging transportation. What does it matter though, I'm here now and I need some work done." 

Betty shrugged her shoulders. "It doesn't matter to me, I guess. But your car is a classic and shouldn't be out in this type of weather. The salt they use on the highways is going to eat at that paint and...." 

"I'm sure it will be just fine. It's a one-time trip and it'll only be a couple of weeks; your concern however is noted and appreciated. If you don't mind, I'm trying to explain to these gentlemen what is wrong." 

Willie, Jack, and Tyler all smirked as Betty ran her gaze up and down the man's imposing figure. The gentleman quickly did the same. 

Betty saw a man in his early fifties, dark hair, with a salt and pepper mix of white and gray attempting to take over the natural coloring of youth gone by. He kept a well-trimmed goatee, and had blue eyes, that on a bright day would be the color of the sky. The wool trench coat he wore was partially unbuttoned and showed what Betty assumed was a tailor-made suit. 

The stranger saw, a young woman with bright red hair, almost leaning toward orange. It was pulled into a ponytail that hung down her back. She had brown eyes, the color of chocolate, and was the shortest and smallest person in the room. She wore a dark blue top that had the name Betty written in cursive over her left breast. He saw her pants were loose, and hung from her slim hips. The material was dirty and stained with what he assumed was oil.

When their assessment of each other was over, he realized that she was one of the mechanics and he had probably just insulted her intelligence. Instantly he regretted his earlier dismissal of her. She said nothing as his lips formed a frown and his hand reached out to shake hers. 

"My apologies Miss...." 

"Betty," she said, "and none needed." She shook his hand, and walked to stand in front of the window. "Most folks traveling through here have the same reaction as you. My father was the original owner of Miller's Auto and Detailing; he passed away when I was eighteen, shortly after that my mother passed. I inherited the shop, and have kept it running ever since." 

"Wow." He shook his head in amazement. 

Betty turned to her employees. "Jack, if you'll drive Mister..." 

"Moretti -- Frank Amelio Moretti," Frank said as he pulled his keys from his pocket and passed them to Jack. 

She smirked at his decision to give his full name. "Mister Moretti's car into the shop, spray it down and get that shit off the paint, I'll be in to take a look at it in a bit. Willie, you can finish the oil change on Miss. Thompson's Caddy and Tyler, if you'll call over to Tom's and ask if he's got the parts for Uncle John's Chevy, I'd appreciate it."

The men quickly left and Betty offered Frank a seat across from the only desk in the room. He pulled off his coat, hung it on a rack by the door and sat down on the worn vinyl cushion. 

Betty grabbed a work order form and a pen. "So, what is exactly wrong with your car, Mister Moretti?" 

"Please call me Frank," he said before adding, "I'm not sure." 

Jack popped back in for a moment, carrying a drop cloth. Frank eyed it and the grimy clothes the mechanic wore. 

Betty noted the concern on his face. "No need to get any dirt or oil on the seats," she explained. "Vehicles like that are special, we'll be sure to handle it with kid gloves." 

"Well, it's a '49 Kurtis Kraft Sport, with a V8, manual transmission and...." 

"Frank, I know all of the specs. I'm curious what trouble you're having. I heard you mention you drove it up from Florida, so obviously whatever is happening is sudden and I am sure as lovely as Elkton, Maryland, is, it wasn't your final stopping point. Was it?"

He chuckled. "No, it wasn't. I'm on my way up to Philadelphia. I'm one of the speakers for their Earth Week event." 

Betty smirked. "Yeah, I heard about that," she shook her head in amusement. "You're all out to save the environment and protect our natural resources, right?" 

Frank noted the sarcasm in her voice. "Yes, yes we are; we can't keep using and abusing the planet without suffering the consequences later. It may not affect you and me, but eventually it could affect our kids, or grandkids."

She shrugged her shoulders. "I have neither, so I think I'm pretty safe." 

"Well, I have a daughter, and a grandchild, and they may not be." 

She noted his frustration at her blasé attitude. "I'm sorry Mister Moretti, Frank. It's not my place to question your passion about something." 

"No, it's not," he muttered under his breath. 

Betty lowered her head to stare at the work order, but mainly it was to hide the grin on her face. "So tell me the problem."

"I was heading up on I-95 when there was this weird vibration. I pulled over and all the tires appeared fine, but the minute I'm up to speed it starts shaking again. I don't know cars. I drive them and buy them, but I don't know the mechanics of them. I knew though that that wasn't normal, so I slowed down and contemplated pulling over, or babying it to the next exit." 

"And getting off the interstate, nursing it all the way to Elkton, instead of pulling over and parking it made sense to you? If you were looking to damage the Lady, then why not nurse it all the way to Newark, Delaware? It's a much bigger city, and there are plenty of garages that would be able to help you out. Why mine?" Betty asked. 

"I bought that particular car a few years ago, and the guy I bought it from, he had purchased it from someone else, who had -- well, you know how it goes," Frank told her. 

"I remember all the classics I've worked on. That is not one of my cars." 

"No, but you did work on a '52 Hudson Hornet," Frank told her. 

Betty grinned. "I did indeed; actually it was also the first car I ever allowed Tyler to work on. Don't tell Mister Gregory that though, he'd probably have a stroke. So he sold you that and mentioned me?" 

"Well," Frank said, "he did sell it to me, but didn't mention you. He mentioned the garage. You were a," he smiled a lopsided grin, "pleasant surprise." 

She laughed softly. "Yeah, I bet. So you were fortunate enough to break down near enough to us that you nursed your baby into my garage." 

"Pretty much," he admitted. 

"Well, I'll have to send Gregory a thank-you note, and then chastise him for allowing you to drive that beautiful automobile up here in the snow and salt." 

"Is it really that bad?" he asked. 

"It's not smart, not if you want to keep the body in top-notch condition. I doubt though that you've done too much damage. We'll clean it up, fix it up and have it back to you by the end of the week, next Monday at the latest." 

Frank stared at her. "I need it back tonight at the latest." 

She laughed, and then stopped when he continued to look imploringly at her. "You're serious, aren't you?" she asked. "Mister -- I mean, Frank, it's not that simple. You're not the only customer and that's not some brand new Plymouth you drove in for an oil change. I don't know what's wrong with it and giving you a week is being generous. If I don't have the parts needed for that particular vehicle, it could take longer." 

Frank sank into his chair and studied his feet. "God damn it," he muttered, and quickly apologized for his words. 

"I've heard and said worse," she confessed. "Look, there's a dealer down the road -- Grinning Mike's Car Dealership," she saw his face contort at the name. "Yeah, I know, stupid name, but he'll rent you a car and you can use it while in the city. It'll be something new too; he loves to show off the new lines." 

"You're sure you can't get this done by tonight? Maybe I could stay in town and...." 

"There is no way this is getting done tonight. I can probably diagnose the problem, and tell you later this evening, or in the morning, but I'm not going to promise either. Again, you aren't the only man in town with car problems and unfortunately for you -- I am the only shop that can handle that car the way it needs to be handled." 

He sighed. "Could I get a lift to that dealer?" he asked. 

"Sure, I'll take you. Do you need anything out of the car?" Betty asked as she pushed away from her desk and headed to the rack by the door. 

"Yeah, I'll need my suitcase and my briefcase. I'll also take the name of the nearest hotel, might as well stay the night. I'm not due at the University until later in the week, so I should be able to find a hotel tomorrow once I get into the city." 

Betty stopped. "Mister Moretti, have you not already made reservations?" 

"No, why?" 

She shook her head. "Do you not realize how big this has become?" she asked. "You're not going to just drive into Philadelphia and find a room. You'll be lucky to find a place to park your car, let alone a place to park your head!" 

"Come now, Miss Miller." 

"Betty."

"Betty -- surely you're exaggerating. You, yourself, couldn't hide your sarcasm at the idea. I'm sure there are hundreds if not thousands of people that feel the way you do and the likelihood that this will be more than a week full of boring lectures and college student protests is absurd." 

Betty gritted her teeth. "You sure do enjoy talking down to me, don't you?" she hissed, before grabbing her keys and heading outside. She pulled her coat on as she stormed out and into the chilly air and falling rain. "I hope you get stuck out here, Mister Oh-so-highly Educated," she muttered under her breath.

Frank was forced to quickly don his coat and follow her out the door. He knew he had once again questioned her intelligence and was in the doghouse. Why it bothered him, he didn't question, he just knew it did. "She's gonna charge me an arm and a leg," he whispered to himself. 

She opened the door and waited for him to slide in beside her. The '66 Chevy C-10 came to life, and soon Betty and Frank were headed down the road. "I suggest you just leave your car here, come back through when you leave Philly headed for home and then settle up your bill. I'll do my best to have your car ready. I wouldn't want you to have to suffer the company of us ignorant folk." 

"Betty, I...." 

"Miss Miller," she hissed. 

Frank sighed, but said nothing else as he watched the rain slide down the windows. He knew, without saying it, that he was not going to Philadelphia tomorrow. He needed to find out how long Miss Miller would have his car. 

Betty left Frank at the car dealership and headed back to her garage. She was fuming, irritated and pissed off by the arrogance of the older man. She had dealt with men like him since she was a little girl. 

Her father had brought her to work every day during the summer, and after school she was beside him every evening. She was a female gear-head and when men like Frank Amelio Moretti showed up she often had fun rubbing their noses in her vast knowledge in automobiles. 

This time, for some reason, she was more annoyed than amused.

She got back to the garage, parked the truck and headed inside to discuss with the boys their opinions on what was wrong with the Kurtis. Betty had no doubt whatsoever, that the men would most likely have their heads somewhere under the hood or body of Frank's car; each would have their own opinion on how best to proceed. 

When she pulled off her coat and walked into the garage half of the shop, she smiled. "I know you boys too well," she said as she stepped up to the car and stared at the three men. "It is a pretty filly, isn't it?" she whispered, as one hand slid across the top hood. She tapped it softly. "Okay, who wants to go first?" 

Tyler licked his lips and quickly raised his hand. 

Betty chuckled. "Tyler." 

"I think it's a left outer tie-rod. I took it for a spin while you were gone and it's got some shimmy that point me in that direction." 

Jack nodded his head in agreement. "Kid's learning, ain't he?" 

Betty winked. "Any ideas either of you want to share?" she asked both Jack and Willie. 

Both men shook their heads no. Betty smiled at Tyler and said, "Well, let's handle this with a lot of love." 

"Yeah, Tyler, be gentle, not like the night you first stroked your cock for the first time," Jack said. 

The group chuckled and Tyler blushed. 

"Let's see what Tyler can do with this baby over the next hour, then its closing time. The roads will be slick, the temps supposed to drop to 26° and that means ice, besides that Grandma promised me beef stew and cornbread for supper," Betty shared. 

Frank pulled up to the two story brick home with a heavy heart. He had offended the young woman one too many times and after talking to the car dealer, he knew that Miss Miller was a popular lady in Elkton. Mike, the car dealer, had settled on a reasonable price for the '70 Chevy Impala that was guaranteed to get Frank to Philadelphia and not leave him stranded for wheels. 

When he had asked about the nearest hotel, Mike had been quick to give him directions to the only place in Elkton that would have a room. Rose managed her granddaughter's estate and they were known to rent out beds and provide meals to those less fortunate. 

Frank was far from being poor, but he did admit he needed a place to stay the night. The nearest hotel would be back up in Newark, MD. Rose and her granddaughter would be his only hope. The Earth Week extravaganza, he was told, would not reach their little town. 

Frank shut the car off, and gathered his belongings. He darted up, as fast as he could, through the sleeting rain and onto the porch. It was the middle of the day, so he tried to open the door. It gave easily. He sighed in relief and stepped inside. 

"Hello?" he called and heard the small yipping of a dog. 

The dog rounded the corner, followed by an old woman. "Can I help you?" she asked, as she hushed the dog with a soft whispered command. Instantly the terrier quieted. 

"Mike sent me here, said I might be able to rent one of your rooms for the night. I'm heading to Philadelphia tomorrow, so...." 

"Oh you won't be heading out tomorrow. Haven't you seen the weather? The roads are gonna ice tonight," the old woman told him. 

Frank smiled warmly. "Mike assured me that the car would make it." 

"I'm sure he did, and it would, but they'll close the highway down if the temperature drops below freezing and ice forms, taking over the roads. They don't want accidents piling up and causing more harm. I'll tell you what, come on into the study and I'll take care of you. We've not got any other guests, so there is plenty of room for you. Is there anyone else with you?" the proprietor asked, as she led him down a hall, past various doors, and a set of stairs that led up to the second level. 

"No, just myself, so a small room will do just fine," Frank told her. "So, since you rent rooms, do you have a name for your off-the-beaten path hotel?" he asked, as he took in the gentle colors and soft feminine décor. 

"Mary's Place, it's named after my daughter. She passed away several years ago. I moved in after my husband passed and now I help out my granddaughter while she's at work. Only the folks in town know about it though. I told my granddaughter that we didn't need a gaggle of folks dropping in, especially with all the hoop-la with this Earth Week taking place." 

Frank took a seat opposite to the old woman, who claimed the leather one behind a mahogany desk. She was dwarfed by its size. He sat on the edge of his seat, so he didn't feel so far away from her tiny stature. 

"I'm Rose," she said, finally introducing herself. "The room will be up the stairs and to your right, just down the hall there will be two doors. Yours will be the room on the right. There is a private bathroom, as well as walk-out balcony, not that you'll be using it -- not in this weather." Rose shivered at the mere thought of being outside. "Supper is served at six, and is covered under the cost of your room, as is breakfast. Lunch, well -- if you are still here for lunch, we'll work something out. Usually folks just take off and head into the city, but with the rain," she sighed, "I may have to feed you." 

Frank reached across the table and handed her his Master Charge. She eyed it warily. "You do accept credit?" he asked. 

"Well, yes and no." 

Frank waited. 

"I accept it as payment, but my granddaughter will have to take care of the receipt. My eyes are not what they used to be, so Betty can issue you one when she gets in," Rose explained. "You keep your card," she told him. 

Frank sank into his chair. "Betty, Betty Miller, is your granddaughter?" 

Rose smiled. "Yes, do you know her?" 

"We met this morning. She's looking into a car issue I have." 

"Oh, I see. Yes, that's my Betty. She loves her cars. Her daddy did too, her mom liked to drive them, but never could stand being in that garage - all that oil and dirt. Betty, though, was always there. It was frustrating for her mama though. They never had any more kids, my Mary and her John. Mary looked forward to Sundays because she knew she would get Betty into a dress and she'd keep it on most of the day, that and the shop was closed on Sunday. It was the only day John gave up for Mary. Well, until she got sick... then Betty worked the shop and John waited on Mary." 

Frank shifted in his seat, as the old woman reminisced. He saw the sorrow in Rose's eyes as she relived memories that he had accidentally stirred. He wished he could apologize, but also knew that the past deserved respect. 




Recycling the Erotic Way



Volunteer edited by CopyCarver and an anonymous editor. I appreciated all the suggestions and constructive criticisms that made this a better story than my first couple drafts. :D This story is made up from whole cloth from the very naughty mind of the sometimes quiet country chick.

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After our recent midnight rendezvous in the local playground (where we had gotten caught by the security guard who decided to join us instead of turning us into the cops), Joel had discovered he enjoyed watching me while another man fucked me. Later that week, Joel dared me to set up a talk on recycling and surprise the audience with an interactive demonstration. I was a little surprised by his suggestion but quickly agreed, remembering how turned on I had gotten watching Joel stroking his hard-on while the security guard slammed his thick cock into my moist pussy. I was busy the next few days as I rented the auditorium of a community college in the next county under an alias and plastered the announcement boards with fliers about my recycling demonstration. I also made sure the shower/tub would be set up on the stage and working in time for my show.

Whatever happens today is my longtime friend and lover Joel's fault, I decided as I drove my car into the local community college parking lot. Entering the auditorium in mid-thigh cutoff blue jean shorts riddled with holes and a large rip near my back pocket, and a transparent white tank top, I waited a few minutes for the audience to focus on me. Slipping my black bra straps back under my tank top, I nervously cleared my throat to get people's attention.

"Hello. Today I'm going to suggest a few ways we can celebrate Earth Day in a more relaxed erotic fashion. Think of the three erotic Rs of Earth Day; Reduce, Reuse, and Recycle."

With a secretive grin and my hazel eyes sparkling, I chose to tackle the 'Reduce' part of this equation first. "Now ladies, do we really need to wear a bra everyday? I'm sure the men in the audience would enjoy seeing more women's breasts bouncing freely under their shirts as they are walking down the sidewalk." Sliding my black lace bra straps down my arms, I reached behind me to unclasp my bra. "I swear a man must have dreamed up these evil things." Groaning, I added, "There should be a special place in hell for the fellow who invented the underwire bra! Come on ladies, go braless for Earth Day, "I giggled as I slingshot my bra across the stage into the stunned audience.

A few blushing couples and some of the more matronly women in the audience abruptly left the auditorium with indignant snorts, mumbling under their breath at my display as I continued my show. My pierced nipples hardened as the white cotton fabric rubbed against my pendulous breasts. The remaining men in the audience must have thought they had died and gone to heaven as the women around them quickly pulled their shirts off enthusiastically. The auditorium floor was soon littered with bras of every size and color, but it didn't stop there. Soon I saw one pair of panties, than another fly through the air to land in scattered piles on the auditorium floor.

"Ladies, you're getting ahead of me. Although I'm sure the men are enjoying the view, I do believe the guys in the audience are a bit overdressed. Come on guys," I urged, "I'm sure the ladies would like to see you slip out of your underwear also."

I watched as some of the men unbuckled their belts and slid their jeans to the knees, kicking off their shoes and wriggling out of their assorted boxers and underwear. Grinning, I saw a couple men had sexy men's bikini underwear on instead of normal boxers. I wolf whistled when I saw Joel in the back of the auditorium slowly stroking his hard member. Winking at the older janitor in the front row, I unzipped my shorts, sliding them down over my hips. Sitting on the edge of the stage, I crooked my finger in a come-hither manner at the handsome salt-and-pepper haired school worker.

"Who, who me?" he stammered as he shuffled toward me, his cheeks a deep crimson.

Reading the patch on his faded navy blue jumpsuit, I purred, "Of course, I meant you, Mr. Jackson. I'll let you take off my panties for me."

"Ladies, never use energy yourself that you could use in more productive ways such as teasing your lover or," glancing down and winking at Mr. Jackson, "a random stranger."

I pulled my tank top over my head as Jackson hooked his trembling fingers under my black lace boy-cut panties, pulling them down as his thumb rubbed lazy circles over my clit. Softly I moaned, as he breathed in the perfume of my growing arousal. I gripped Jackson's shoulders and lifted my hips to help him remove my panties. My large teardrop breasts swung free tantalizingly close to Jackson's face. Groaning, Jackson shifted, trying to hide his growing erection as I stood naked as the day I was born. Looking down at his sizable bulge, I whispered into his ear in a husky voice, "Help me with my demonstration on the stage and I'll take very good care of you."

He nodded his head in agreement and hurried up the steps on the side of the stage.

"Ladies, another way we can reduce and reuse is by enjoying the shower with our significant other." I pulled open the stage curtains to reveal a shower/tub combo. Leaning down, I plugged the drain with the rubber stopper. "After your shared shower, you'll be able to reuse the water captured in the tub to water your garden and lawn. As Mr. Jackson and I will demonstrate, it can be quite exhilarating to save our planet one shower at a time."

Jackson's hand quickly cupped my lush breasts, his thumb and forefinger twisting and tweaking my right nipple as his other hand pulled at his jumpsuit. The snaps popped opened under his insistent tugging. He shrugged it off his shoulders, letting it fall down around his ankles. His thick mushroom head was peeking out of the fabric slit in his white boxers. Licking my lips, I stepped backward into the shower. Jackson instinctively followed me into the porcelain enclosure. Strong hands roamed over my nude body as he nibbled on my neck and nuzzled me with his stubbly chin.

"Hm," I moaned, enjoying his hand on my hips as they dipped further south, rubbing between my thighs. I took a few seconds turning on the water and adjusting the temperature until it was perfect. His erection nuzzled against my bottom as he pulled me back against his furry chest while the shower rained down on us. I reached between us using my thumb to caress the sensitive head, pinching the underside of his cock. Throbbing, it rewarded my attentions with sticky pre-cum spilling onto my palm.

The warmth and wetness of the shower made our bodies slip and slide against each other with an urgency we couldn't deny. Jackson's fingers worked more furiously, thrusting faster and deeper into my slit. Twisting in his embrace, I moaned louder as the pressure built inside me. Pivoting in the shower, holding me against him, he turned to take the brunt of the warm water on his back. Propping one foot in the corner of the shower, he slid his cock teasingly up and down my pouting pussy lips.

Moaning, I leaned forward, thrusting my sweet ass back toward him like a bitch in heat.

"Please, oh god, please take me," I pleaded whorishly, looking over my shoulder.

With a predatory grin, he slammed his entire length deep into my tight hole. Whimpering with a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure, desire coursed through my veins as my tightness stretched to accommodate his massive meat. Jackson held onto the curve of my hips, letting me adjust before slowly starting to thrust in and out.

"Fuck me harder, faster, please," I purred, melting into him.

We got lost in the timeless dance of mankind, moaning louder and writhing under the increasing tempo of Jackson's thrusts. I threw back my head, howling as desire flooded my loins.

"Oh my god, I'm coming!"

My honey dribbled down my thighs onto Jackson's hand. The steady spray from the showerhead rinsed my natural sweetness off us. Breathing heavily, I turned around kissing Jackson.

"Your turn now," I said with a devilishly smile.

Knees shaking, I sank down and licked my sweet juices off his bulbous knob, softly moaning deep in my throat as I swallowed even more of his hard thickness.

"Mm fuck, that's right girlie, take all of my meat down those beautiful cock sucking lips of yours!" Jackson exclaimed as his wrinkled fingers gripped my long brunette hair.

Thrusting his hips forward, he moaned as he fucked my face. My fingernails bit into his quivering ass cheeks, leaving deep crescent moons as I sucked enthusiastically on his thick man meat. Releasing my prize briefly, I brought my fingers up to my mouth, thrusting two fingers inside to get them wet. Opening my warm moist lips, I swallowed his thick lollipop down my throat once more. Gripping Jackson's firm buttocks with my slick fingers, I snuck two fingertips into his backdoor. He jerked forward with the shock of his asshole being invaded, but soon was moaning with pleasure. Twirling my fingertips around and thrusting them deeper, I found his sweet spot and gently tickled his prostate.

"Oh damn girlie, that feels fucking great," Jackson exclaimed, moaning, still slamming his cock into my throat.

Tasting the salty goodness of his thick cream, I bobbed my head up and down his thickness faster, determined to drain his cock. I used my teeth to nibble the sides and head while squeezing and caressing his heavy swinging balls in my other hand. With a final passionate moan, Jackson spurted his hot thick load down my throat. I gulped quickly as much of his seed as I could, but the overflow dribbled out the sides of my mouth and down my chin. Pulling his spent cock out of my mouth, Jackson wiped my chin and chuckled.

"Damn sweetheart that was the best head I've had in a long time!"

Looking up with a mischievous smirk, I replied in a raspy whisper," You're welcome sweetie. I certainly enjoyed it as well. The last R is of course, to recycle your partners, aka swapping partners. Hm, now if you'll excuse me, I've got a lot of recycling to do."

Looking out into the audience, I chuckled as I noticed couples had paired up and were taking turns swapping partners. I noticed Joel had moved from the back of the auditorium. My hazel eyes glowed with desire as an athletic tanned man came toward me, his hard rod pointed right at me. I saw Jackson bending a busty redheaded woman over the nearest auditorium seat. I pushed the Latin man down to start my own recycling as I felt Joel slip his hard cock into my tight ass doggy style.

Happy Earth Day to everyone enjoy it to its fullest.

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Recycling the Profits



I ran into an old friend from high school a while back. I had not seen Al in nearly ten years, and we spent some time reminiscing. Unfortunately I had to run, but before we parted he mentioned that he played poker with a bunch of the other guys from school every Friday. The next game was going to be at Tommy McCormack's house. I remembered Tommy vividly, and I let Al know I would love to go. He jotted down Tommy's address on a piece of paper, and told me to be there at eight.

Thursday evening I made my way across town to the address Al had given me. I parked in front of the simple ranch house, located in a quiet suburban part of town. I made sure I was at the address Al had given me, and then I walked up and rang the doorbell. Almost instantly, the door opened.

Standing in front of me was one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. She was about 5-8, and she had long, straight, blond hair. She had shimmering green eyes, and full red lips. She was dressed casually, but her tight jeans clung to her tight, little ass, and showed off the lines of her long, lean legs. Her tight tee shirt left little to the imagination, her full breasts seemed ready to burst through the sheer fabric, and her grape- sized nipples protruded provocatively.

I stood gaping stupidly, unable to speak as I gazed at this luscious creature.

"Can I help you?" She cooed in a soft raspy voice with just the hint of a southern accent. I felt weak in the knees just listening to her.

"No, I don't think so," I muttered hesitantly, "I was looking for Tom, ah, Thomas McCor..."

"Oh, yeah, great," she cut in eagerly, "come on in. You must be Jack?" She asked, her eyelashes batting.

"Yeah."

"Tommy said you might be coming. I'm Jenny, Jenny McCormack," she said holding out her hand.

I shook her hand, "And you're Tommy's..."

"Wife," she said holding up her hand so I could see her wedding band.

"Holy shit," I muttered under my breath. Tommy had been a nerdy kid back in High School. I remembered him mostly from chess club. How had he landed a hottie like Jenny?

"What was that?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing."

She led me downstairs to where to other guys were waiting. The whole way I couldn't take my eyes off her pretty, little ass. All the guys were waiting, Tommy, Al, Denny and Todd. They greeted me effusively, and Tommy poured me a beer from the keg. As we told old stories, Jenny went back upstairs, and after a while started playing poker.

They were playing for pretty high stakes, the pots ranging from $10 to $50. However, for a while everybody pretty much seemed to be staying even. But then I noticed Tommy was falling further and further behind. After a couple of hours, I reckoned that Tommy had probably lost over $200, most of it to Al. As he lost he drank, and predictably he lost more. Finally, about $350 in the hole, Tommy called a halt to the game. Al had won the lion's share, and he was grinning broadly.

We made our way over to the TV and watched a basketball game as we drank some more beer. No one seemed troubled by Tommy's losses, rather everybody talked good-naturedly. I was engrossed by the game and the conversation so I did not notice Al had disappeared.

I went to the bathroom upstairs. I was about to go back downstairs when I heard Jenny's voice coming from the bedroom. I walked over, hoping to get another look at this lovely creature. Just as I was about to walk into the room I heard Al's voice. I paused.

They had been chatting for a while, and I could not really figure out quite what they were talking about. Then they spoke about the poker game.

"Interesting game," Al said.

"How much this time?" Jenny asked, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, about $300."

"Well, that's a lot of money."

"Yeah," Al responded laconically.  By this point I was totally confused and curious.

"So, what are we going to do about it?" Jenny asked.

"Don't know."

"Well maybe, I can, ah, stimulate your thoughts," she said. 

I just had to see what was going on. I peered into the room.

Al and Jenny were kissing passionately. Her hands were rubbing his crotch. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. She stroked it vigorously until it was rock hard. Then dropped to her knees and slowly started kissing the head.

"Take off your shirt, you know I like to see your tits when you do that," Al announced.

Jenny smiled broadly. She straightened up and pull her tee- shirt over her head. Then she reached behind her and unsnapped and removed her bra. Her breasts were as stunning as I'd expect, large, firm, with big, hard nipples.

She flipped her hair sexily away from her face, and then went back to work on his cock. She licked his shaft up and down. He moaned slightly and grabbed her head. Jenny really seemed to know what she was doing. She took his cock into her mouth, slowly at first, but then ever faster. Just watching his meat pumping her full red lips gave me a raging hard-on.

Al was moaning loudly and thrusting his hips as Jenny deep- throated him. Finally, without warning, he growled deeply and shot his load into Jenny's mouth. Jenny's throat was moving a mile a minute as she swallowed his hot cum.

Al knees seemed to buckle, and he dropped to his knees in front of Jenny. Jenny was smiling brightly.

"Did you like that?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah," Al moaned as he pinched her nipples. He glanced around the room, and I quickly ducked out of view and back downstairs. The game was nearing its end, and soon Al came back down and joined us.

Finally, with the basketball game over, I started to get ready to leave.

"Can I get a ride?" Al asked me.

"Sure."

We went to the car and I started driving back toward the city. We were both pretty quiet.

"Well, did you like what you saw?" Al asked.

"What?" I replied, not to convincingly.

"You know, little Jenny sucking my crank."

I hesitated.

"I saw you. You looked like you wanted a piece too."  "Alright, I did see you. What's the deal? Does Tommy know?"

"Well, here's the deal. Tommy loses every time we play. We didn't want to take his money every week. So after the games we'd giving some money back to Jenny. At first she was just thankful, but then she started feeling guilty. After all we are usually talking a couple hundred dollars a week. So she, ah, starting giving something back. First she start showing off her body, then one day she jerked Denny off while he played with her tits. Then the next week Todd got head. After that it was anything goes. Personally, I like to come in her luscious mouth. Todd and Denny like to fuck her sweet snatch."

"Does Tommy know?"

"I don't know. He's never walked in on anybody, and he's never acted suspicious. For all I know, he knows and gets off on it."  I dropped off Al, but I couldn't get Jenny off my mind. I was more than a little pleased when Al called me the next week and asked me if I wanted to play again. Of course I accepted.  The game went much as before, with Tommy gradually losing a whole lot of money. Unfortunately, I wasn't the big rather. Rather, Todd was the one who ended up with the big wad of cash and headed upstairs after the game broke up. This time I noticed the looks of envy on everybody's face as Todd left us. About a half-hour later he joined us again grinning like the cat that ate the canary. I was disappointed, but when Tommy asked me to become a regular at the game, my spirits rose again at the thought of getting a shot at Jenny.

It turned out I did not have to wait long. The very next game I was doing well the whole time. And I sealed it by winning a huge pot right at the end. When we got up from the table, it was obvious I was the lucky guy. I wasn't really quite sure what to do next, but Al pulled me aside.

"Just go up and tell her you're the big winner," he said with a wink.

As it turned out, I didn't even have to do that. I climbed the stairs and found her folding laundry in their bedroom. For a moment I stood quietly, admired the shape of her perfect ass. Then I cleared my throat and signaled my presence. Jenny turned around, her arms folded across her chest, and a jaunty smile on her face.

"Well, well, well, looks like the new guys had a good night," she said as she approached me. "Do you know what you want?" She ran her finger down my chest, and I shuddered slightly.

My throat suddenly went dry at the thought of this luscious creature asking me what sexual act I'd like her to perform. "I'd like to see you naked," I croaked out, sounding like a desperate schoolboy.

"Is that all?" she asked teasingly.

"No!" I said in a panic, afraid that I had just wasted my one wish.

She giggled at my reaction. "Don't worry baby. It ain't over until you're happy."

I let out an audible sigh of relief, and watched enthralled as she slowly stripped for me. She pulled off her sweater and then eased off her tight jeans. For moment she stood before me in her matching lace panties and demi-cup bra, and I couldn't help gasping at how beautiful she was. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, sliding it off her shoulder. Her tits were just like I'd remembered, large and perfect, with amazing hard nipples. Then she pulled down her panties, letting me admired her hard naked ass and trimmed blond muff.

She approached me, and I realized my mouth was hanging open. I reached out and slowly touched her face, tracing the outline of her cheeks, and running my finger over her full red lips. Jenny took my hand and quickly pulled my finger into her mouth, suckling it lewdly. She was so hot, I nearly blew my wad right then and there. But instead I managed to keep control. I pulled my finger away and gently cupped her breasts. I ran my hand across her chest, feeling her hard nipples against my palm. She moaned slightly. I took her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and slowly pinched and squeezed them. For a moment I started to feel sorry for her, having to submit to being used by her husbands friends just because he was a shitty card player. But then Jenny thrust her chest out to meet my touch, and I realized that she was enjoying it too.

My throat was too dry to speak, but I placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. Jenny didn't need any more prompting. She quickly undid my pants, lowering them and my boxers to the floor. My cock was already rock hard, but I swear it grew another inch as she licked the shaft and squeezed my balls. She kissed the head once, twice, and then opening her mouth wide she took my cock all the way into her mouth. I gasped at the feeling of her hot mouth completely enveloping my rod, and I thought I'd faint when she started pumping my cock in and out of her mouth. She was great, applying just the right amount of pressure with her lips, and using her tongue to swish around my meat as it entered her mouth. I started pumping my hips, a wet slurping sound filling the room. As amazing as it felt, what made it by far and away the greatest blowjob of my life was watching her. Seeing that beautiful face and full lips on my cock, and looking down and seeing her heaving breasts was almost too much for me to handle. But after a few minutes I knew I wanted more, and incredibly I managed to hold back.

"I want to fuck you," I choked out.

She pumped my cock into her mouth another couple of time, and then she looked up at me. "The whole package, huh?" she said with a smile. "Okay."

She stood back up and walked over to the bed. Gracefully, she slid back onto the bed and spread her long, lean legs. She was as hot as the hottest centerfold girl, and when she reached down and started playing with her twat I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Her slit split easily, her pussy gleaming with excitement. She slid a finger into her cunt and then pulled it out and pushed it into her mouth. For a second I thought of burying my face between her legs and tasting her sweet cunt, but when she beckoned me over I knew I didn't have the patience for that. 

Instead I stumbled over to the bed, and clumsily fell on top of her. Without waiting, I moved up and in one swift motion buried my cock to the hilt into her pussy. She gasped loudly at my sudden invasion, but I didn't care, I started pumping in and out of her as hard as I could. Jenny was writhing beneath me, letting out little squeals with each stroke. After her amazing mouth, fucking her might have been a letdown, but it wasn't. Her cunt was incredibly hot and tight. It felt as if thousand of tiny fingers were grasping at and clutching my cock as I pumped her.

I raised myself up on my arms and looked down to see my cock plunging in and out of her pussy. Her full breasts were jiggling wildly. Suddenly, she let out a soft growl and then I felt her tight cunt contract over and over onto my meat. That was all I could stand. My whole body seemed to convulse as I pumped gob after gob of hot cum into her.

I collapsed onto her exhausted. But there wasn't time to relish it. I rolled off her and started pulling up my shorts, but Jenny leaned over and took my cock back into her mouth. Only after she'd cleaned me off completely did she let me put my pants back on.

I stood up after dressing and for a moment watched her get dressed herself. Even dressed she seemed incredibly hot, my memories of her playing over and over in my mind. Awkwardly I handed over my winnings from the night, and headed back downstairs half in shock.

I kept playing with the guys, winning my share of the time. Jenny was amazing, although it was never again as good as that first time. After a while though, I just couldn't bring myself to use Jenny like that anymore. I asked her out, but she told me that she was happily married and was "only doing what a girl has to do." I knew that was a lie, that she enjoyed doing it, but still I started skipping games, and finally I dropped out of the circle. I ran into Al a little while ago, and he told me the guys and Jenny had asked about me. He also told me Jenny was now taking it up the ass, the one thing she had refused to do before. Maybe I'll go back and see if my luck holds.