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Silent

By: ep703



Silently he stole their first kiss.

Silently he took her for the first time in the moonlight.

Silently he slipped out the back door when her husband came home.

Silently he crept into her bedroom at midnight.

Silently he stole her heart forever...

The house was dark with only small portions dimly lit by bits of moonlight coming through the windows. Ron strained to maintain absolute silence as he made his way through the unfamiliar darkness of the house. He moved very carefully to avoid bumping into furniture and waking the people who were sleeping upstairs.

Ron was not a cat burglar; there to rob the house of it's valuables. He was a man in love, and he was there to steal something that to him, was far more valuable than gold.

The events that put this night in motion began a little more than a week earlier, when Ron attended his sister's wedding. Carrie was getting married to her college sweetheart and Ron was her only brother. 

Ron and Carrie had been close since they were very young. Carrie was two years older than Ron so even though he was now thirty years old, she still considered him her "Little brother".

The reception was held at their parent's home because at forty four hundred square feet, it was large enough to handle the two hundred guests. Ron was on the patio dancing with his sister when he saw Tracy for the first time. She was standing in the living room next to the glass doors that opened to the patio. Ron guessed that she was in her late twenties and stood about five foot six inches. She had a slender but well proportioned build, and she possessed a natural beauty that sort of radiated from her. He didn't know who she was but he knew instantly that he was very powerfully drawn to her. 

Ron watched her as she stood talking to another woman. He noticed every detail of her appearance, noting her delicate looking feet perfectly fitted in her high heel shoes. His eyes swept over her, and took notice of every curve in her exquisite body, from her feet to her beautiful eyes.

While he was looking at her she turned her head and saw him. Their eyes locked onto each other for a few moments, but it felt like much longer. She looked like an angel and the feeling he got from looking at her made Ron's heart stop.

Ron suddenly felt as if he had just been caught someplace where he did not belong, and in a quick surge of panic he looked away. Ron smiled nervously to his sister, she noticing his preoccupation smiled back at him and said playfully 

"She's not your type".

"Uh?' was all Ron could manage in response.

"She's married" his sister spoke again.

Ron heart sank, but he couldn't help himself, he again looked back to where she stood, but she was not there. The dance was over and Ron set himself to finding this beautiful and mysterious woman. After searching through most of the house, he finally found her in the kitchen talking with his sister Carrie. When he walked into the kitchen Carrie noticed him and called him over.

"There you are Ron, come here for a moment, I want to introduce you to someone".

"Tracy, this is my brother, Ron. Ron, I would like you to meet Tracy. Tracy and I went to college together."

There was an awkward silence for a moment then Tracy said "Pleased to meet you Ron."

Ron was at a loss for words, but he managed a smile and replied, "Nice to meet you."

Ron smiled and looked at Tracy, his heart was pounding, but he felt that fortune had smiled generously upon him that evening in the kitchen. Being at a loss for words, he felt things begin to get a little awkward. He felt a little embarrassed, and wondered what she must think of him staring at her from across the room like that. What could he say to explain his actions? He couldn't just come out and say what he felt, he wasn't exactly sure that he understood it himself.

Tracy was a truly beautiful woman, about thirty, with a magnificent slender body. But there was more, there was something else about her. She had a certain classic style and graceful aura about her. There was one more thing, Ron couldn't quite describe it, but he felt it from the first time their eyes met, he was powerfully attracted to her. 

This was not going to be easy...

Sensing that the time to withdraw gracefully had probably already passed, Ron excused himself saying that he should mingle with the masses. After he left the kitchen, Ron went upstairs and stepped outside onto the second floor balcony. He wanted to cool off a little and let his head clear. 

Ron had never felt such an overwhelming attraction to any woman like the way he felt with Tracy. Her presence seemed to have a powerfully intoxicating effect on him, an effect that found very difficult to resist.

Ron leaned himself against the balcony rail and tried to take deep breaths. He relaxed there for a short while thinking about this amazing woman. Her hair was blond with a kind of beautiful radiance to it. She had a smell, a wonderful smell of perfume and perhaps something else that he had never known before, but it made you want to be close to her.

Ron gradually realized that he could still smell her perfume as he stood out there on the balcony. He breathed in and savored the scent as he looked up at the bright full moon. He spoke to the moon as if it were an old friend.

"This is all your fault, you know that don't you".

A voice from behind him spoke softly, "I hope not."

Startled, Ron spun around to face the voice from behind. He saw Tracy standing there with her back leaning against the wall. She had a smile that in the moonlight, made her look like an angel. He felt his heart start pounding in his chest.

"I thought you were off to mingle with the masses, what made you change your mind?"

Ron was feeling emboldened partly by the passion he felt for her, but mostly by the fact that Tracy had come to him and not the other way around.

"You... You made me change my mind" Ron replied. 

"I was just out here thinking about you". 

Ron approached her deciding that if she slapped him it would be worth it. Without hesitation he reached his arm around her and kissed her. To him it wasn't exactly a kiss; it was more like making love to Tracy with his lips. Their embrace lasted a lot longer than either of them had expected. There was no doubt that both of them wanted the same thing.

When they parted Ron looked at Tracy's lips. They were still moist from their encounter and glistened in the moonlight. Ron stepped back for a moment wondering what her response would be. Would she be angry or would she be glad they kissed. Tracy's response was immediate, she put her arms around him and pressed her whole body against his and kissed him deeply. Ron put one arm around her waist and the other across her back with his hand behind her head. His fingers intertwined with her hair feeling its silky softness. 

Ron suddenly realized that he had almost instantly grown a full erection. Tracy also noticed this and began to press her soft mound against it moving it slowly up and down. By now Ron's whole body was awash in overwhelming emotion. There he was on the balcony in the moonlight, with the woman that he desired more than any in the whole world, and she was wrapped up in his arms kissing him. Ron had no intention of letting go.

Tracy was not about to let go either, there was a powerful hunger inside of her and Ron had unleashed it with full force. Tracy's breathing was getting deeper, her chest heaved with her passions. Ron started feeling a little nervous about getting caught with a married woman, but he was so intoxicate by her that he abandoned all caution and slid his hand up her leg and continued under her dress feeling the smoothness of her skin as he worked his way up to her soft pussy.

The feeling of Tracy's body held firmly against his, the smell of her skin, and the sweet softness of her hair intoxicated him even more. It was if he was in a dream, a very nice dream. Running his fingers across her panties he found his way to her pussy only to find that it was soaking wet, Ron worked his fingers into the wet spot in her panties and it grew rapidly.

That was it, he couldn't stand it anymore. Ron discarded the last of his inhibitions and decided he didn't care if they were caught. He wanted her. He had to have her, if only just once, right there on the balcony under the moonlight, he had to have her. More than that, they had to have each other.

Ron unzipped his zipper and with some difficulty extracted his swollen cock. Tracy immediately seized his swollen member and began stroking It. Ron reached around to the side of her panties and pulled the part that covered her soft bush aside. Without a word Tracy took her free hand, raised her dress and pulled Ron's cock up to her eager opening. Ron's urges took over, His cock felt as if it was about to explode. The head of his cock pressed into the opening of her hole. It met with some resistance at first but then slid into her with a slow and deliberate motion. Ron let about 1/2 of his tool enter her and then began to withdraw it slowly until only the head remained inside her.

Tracy let out a soft moan and pulled herself to Ron in an attempt to push him inside her again. 

Ron complied with her silent request and this time pressed the entire length of his cock into Tracy's eager hole. He felt himself bottom out inside her but pressed just a little bit deeper for maximum penetration. At this, Tracy leaned back against the wall and started to moan verbalizing the ecstasy that was now overwhelming her entire body.

Ron was getting nervous about someone hearing her, and discovering their indiscretion. Reaching his hand around the back of her neck he pulled her face up against his chest muffling her sounds. At this Tracy's hips started to buck and grind forcing Ron deeper inside of her. It took very little of this before Ron let go with a hot load of cum. The powerful sensation of his hot gift caused Tracy's entire body to shudder. It was coming, and Tracy knew it. In a few more seconds she would climax and a hot wave of intense pleasure would wash over her and engulf her completely. It had been a long time since she felt this way, and she wanted to savor every moment of it.

Fearing that an outburst on her part would betray their act she forced her face harder into Ron's chest in order to muffle any outburst she might make. Ron, with one hand on the back of her head reached the other hand underneath her dress pressing against her soft bottom to reinforce his thrusts.

At last it came; Tracy's orgasm arrived with a violent shudder running through her body. Tracy truly felt out of control, her body shook uncontrollably and her legs felt as if they would fail her at any moment. Only the fact that Tracy felt so very secure in Ron's arms enabled her to have such a powerful experience. The two of them stood there for a while not saying a word, just holding each other. Tracy finally pulled her face away from Ron's chest and kissed him at first passionately, then finishing softly.

For Ron this had been the experience of his life, he was no virgin by any stretch of the imagination but it had never been like this with any other woman that he had ever known. 

Ron held Tracy in his arms for a brief while, as they stood there together reality began to seep back into their minds. Slowly as they came down from their sexual high, it started to occur to both of them just how dangerous of an encounter they had just had.

Tracy excused herself saying that she should go to the ladies room to clean up, Ron reluctantly agreed and slid his arm from around her waist and withdrew his still stiff cock from her wet hole. After a quick kiss she was gone.

Ron lingered on the balcony for awhile running over in his head the moments from when he first laid eyes on Tracy and all that had happened since. He looked back up at the moon and asked:

"What the heck do I do now"? He asked the question out loud, but there was nobody there to answer him.

After awhile he went down stairs to get a drink. Ron was in a real fix, he new Tracy was married, and felt as if he had committed a serious wrong, but he found her to be so irresistible that knew he would do anything to be with her again.

Carrie approached him with inquiring eyes. "Ron, where have you been? I was beginning to think that you had run off with one of the few single women that are still left".

Ron laughed out loud at her suggestion, and mused to himself about the little ironies life seems to hand a guy at times.

"By the way Ron, are you still interested in my friend Tracy?"

Ron's heart jumped into his throat at that moment, fear raced into him at light speed. Would his reaction betray his feelings? He struggled to maintain a casual composure for fear of letting it all out, the attraction, the liaison, the whole ball of wax.

"Well? Are you?" she asked.

"Why do you ask", Ron replied.

"Don't tell anyone that I told you this but, I don't think that Tracy's marriage will last much longer."

Ron felt his heart slam against his chest. He imagined that must be how it feels when you get caught with your pants down with a married woman, and the husband shoots you with that shiny new 357 he had purchased just for the occasion. Ron gulped and his voice squeaked as he tried to answer her.

"Why do you say that?" Ron asked. 

"The way I hear it, her husband drinks too much and then gets rough with her, he has beaten her a few times. Rumor has it that she is not going to stand for it much longer."

"Are you serious, he beats her?" Ron asked. Ron felt a surge of anger growing inside of him.

"She should leave him; nobody deserves that kind of abuse".

"I agree", replied Carrie. "She is really a nice person. I think she was a bit too naive when she got married. Her husband is a jerk who thinks he's God's gift to women. She was a virgin and didn't know any better".

"Thanks for the info, you're a real pal, and your new husband is a very lucky guy. I hope that when I get married, it will be to a woman as wonderful as you."

Ron felt as if he had just received a pardon from the Governor, all that had gone on that evening made a little more sense now... He hoped. 

Ron's thoughts drifted as he walked through a doorway and straight into Tracy. Ron stammered for a second, 

"Oh, I am sorry I didn't see you". 

"That's all right I didn't see you either", came Tracy's reply.

After a quick glance around the room, Tracy slipped a note into the palm of Ron's hand; she looked at him and whispered, 

"You were wonderful" and walked away without another word. 

Ron watched as moments later, Tracy and her husband left the reception. Tracy's husband was a big man, 6'4" and about 210 lbs, and very muscular. Ron knew that this was not a man he wanted to be in a confrontation with.

After Tracy and her husband left Ron slowly unfolded the slip of paper that Tracy had slipped to him. It was a message short and sweet, "CALL ME 379-2077, 9:00 AM-3:00 PM". Ron smiled, he wanted to see Tracy again and now it looked like it would happen. He folded up the paper and put it into his pocket. 

It was 4:10 A.M. and Ron was still not able to sleep. Memories of the evening ran over and over in his mind like a disjointed movie. This girl was too good to be true, the encounter was like one of those raunchy fantasy stories that you might find in a magazine. It was real, wasn't it? Ron pondered this for a moment, OF COURSE IT WAS TRUE! I was there, I did it. Ron thought that he had certainly lost his mind.

Questions drifted through his head over and over again. Why is Tracy still with that guy if he abuses her like that? Why doesn't she just leave him? How did I ever get involved with a married woman?

Ron lay back for a moment to ponder the questions that haunted his mind. When will I see her again he wondered. He thought to himself, this is Sunday and I have to wait for Monday to call her when her husband is at work. This was going to get complicated. It looked as if Sunday would be the longest day in the history of modern man...

Monday:

Ron wasn't kidding himself; he was definitely in over his head. Picking up the phone he felt his hand shaking uncontrollably. He made two mistakes in dialing before he finally dialed the number correctly. 

"Hello? ..." It was her.

Tracy's voice was sweet and held a slight hint of anticipation. 

"Hi, this is Ron." He heard Tracy's voice quiver slightly,

"Hello Ron". There was an awkward pause until Ron broke the silence and said 

"I haven't been able to think of anything else but you since we met."

"Neither have I", Tracy replied. 

Ron was feeling a lot more comfortable now, he was glad to her that she felt the same way as he did. He decided to grow bolder and take the initiative.

"When can I see you again?" 

"I don't know", Tracy replied. 

"I have never experienced anyone like you in my life", Ron said.

Tracy seemed pleased at this and replied, "me either".

"So when can I see you again". Tracy paused for a moment and replied,

"Can you come over tomorrow?"

Her house!? This caught Ron off guard, how could he consider going to her house to meet her. 

"I don't think that would be wise Tracy, aren't you afraid of getting caught?"

"Can you think of any other place in this town that we could go where people would not recognize us?"

She had a point, the risk was high if they went out in public people might see them together, and that would not be good at all.

"What about me coming over to your house? People can see me going into your house".

"I have thought about that", Tracy replied, 

"If you park at the end of the block and walk down the alley, the back gate will be unlocked for you".

Ron didn't really like the arrangement but he would do it anyway, how could he say no to her.

"How about 11:00 tomorrow, is that good for you?"

Ron didn't even have to think about it for a second.

"Yes" Came his reply to her.

"I'll be there..."

Tuesday:

It was 11:05 and Ron was running late. He had taken too long trying to decide just the right kind of flowers to buy for her. He finally decided on some pansies.

Parking the car, Ron walked down the alley as he was instructed. As he approached the gate he felt a mixture of fear and anticipation. Was he doing the right thing? Should he turn back? No way, this was a once in a lifetime chance, and this was the girl of his dreams. There would be no turning back, not now, not ever.

Crossing the backyard Ron noticed for the first time the house that Tracy lived in. It was huge with three fireplaces and what must be at least twenty rooms. It had two floors with a large upstairs balcony. Ron remembered their first encounter on a balcony at the wedding reception. Tracy's husband must be rich. It was beautiful; the backyard was large and perfectly manicured. Large trees lined the property blocking any view from the outside. Tracy had planned well in having Ron come through the back. Ron envied Tracy's husband, he had a wife that most men only dream about and a beautiful house to live in. Why would a guy that had it all treat his wife so badly? 

Some people just don't appreciate what they have.

Tracy was standing at the sliding glass door. She was a stunning sight. Ron smiled taking in the sight of Tracy's beauty. She was dressed in a silk nightgown; it was a pale blue in color and reached almost to the floor. 

It was a sight rarely ever seen by most men, outside of fantasies. As he approached the door she slid it open. Ron stepped inside the door but did not speak. He just looked at her as she closed the door behind him.

Without a word Tracy turned and embraced Ron. Her body molded to his completely. Her kiss held nothing back nothing at all. Ron reacted in kind holding her tight in his arms not wanting to let go. Ron's cock started to react to the situation by rapidly expanding. It felt good; Ron's hard on pressing against her. Tracy started a slow grinding motion pressing her pussy against the bulge in his pants. Tracy was moaning softly as she rubbed up against him. Things were heating up much faster than Ron had expected. Ron felt that he was not in control of himself at all, at this point he belonged to Tracy and would do anything she wanted, anything at all.


Silent Admirer Visits



Chapter One

Millie was out of work for the next 2 weeks! The plant was being shut down for maintenance and she had no idea what she was going to do. The shut down had not been planned so she had not made any plans herself. All she knew was that she was tired of the cold and wanted to do something warm! Then out of nowhere she got a call from her best friend Sally. Sally was off for the summer and she didn't have anything to do either. Millie told Sally about the shut down and her lack of plans. Sally told her to hop on a plane and head on down to Ft. Lauderdale as soon as possible. She said that David didn't have time off until later and Sally wanted to do all sorts of things. They talked for a while and Millie made up her mind to do just that. The weather was gorgeous in Ft. Lauderdale and she hadn't seen Sally in ages! As soon as they hung up Millie hit the internet and made reservations for her trip. Now she couldn't wait to get moving! Two weeks in the sun!!!!!!!!

As soon as she was starting to get everything together she realized she didn't have a nice swimsuit to take with her to Florida. All she had was her old worn suit she used in the pool at her condo. The old fuddy duddies that lived there were so hung up that she only wore one piece suits there. Florida was an entirely different place! There it didn't matter what you wore and if you went to South Beach you could even go topless! Anyway, it was time to hit the stores. The first store she went into was a place she normally shopped but there was absolutely no good choices there. Oh yeah, she got shorts and tops but nothing in the way of swimsuits. Same thing the next store and the next and the next one too! She just couldn't find a suit she wanted to wear. Every one of them was a one piece and she wanted to show off a little this time to Florida. She finally gave up and headed home with what she had.

She was a little depressed driving home without a suit so wasn't paying much attention to her surroundings. Sitting at a stop light she spotted a new place she had never taken notice of before. The windows were filled with mannequins in all sorts of sexy outfits. The name across the front of the store said Hustler. Now that sounds like a different kind of place to shop and maybe she could find a sexier swimsuit there. A quick u-turn and into the parking lot she went. Entering the store she looked around and almost walked back out! Everything she saw was sheer or short or almost "not there". Just as she was about to turn and leave one of the cute young girls that worked there came rushing up asking if she needed any help. Millie told her she had been looking for a swimsuit but wasn't sure anything in the store would be suitable for her. The girl asked her why and Millie answered that she felt that these clothes were way too small for her! The girl told her that in nonsense! She was a good looking woman and she should be showing off not hiding. Millie thought about it for a minute and then said what the hell! She was going to Florida, why not. Ok, let's do it!

Great the salesgirl said and off she went with Millie right behind her. The girl picked out several suits while asking Millie what's your favorite color. Millie said black for swimsuits and the only thing the salesgirl said was "Yuck". Gotta be white, yellow or maybe red. Let's go. Millie took the selection into the change room. As soon as she sorted out the outfits she immediately saw they were small. Not just small actually, they were really SMALL! At first she wasn't going to even try them on but then decided once more to throw caution to the wind and took off her clothes to try on the first suit. Actually it was a nice white one that at least bottoms covered her more private parts even if barely. The top was just two triangles but they sure were struggling to cover her boobs. Actually it was kind of exciting for Millie and she could actually see her nipples sticking out under the white cloth. OK, not bad, let's try the next one. Oh wow this one was even smaller! She would have to do some "trimming" for the first one but this one had no back to it at all, just a string that ran up between her cheeks. The top barely covered her nipples! This one was yellow and it really did look good on her. It was actually really sexy and her nipples were now testing the strength of the material. The rest were really just too small for her to even try on. There was no way she would be comfortable enough to wear them in public.

Leaving the change room, she handed back the suits but kept the white one and the yellow one. At least these covered her and they did look pretty sexy once she got used to the idea. The salesgirl smiled telling Millie she made a good choice.

Millie headed back home wondering why she had bought those suits! She was going to Florida and she needed new suits but why did she do it. No matter now though, it was done. She finished packing when she got home and cleaned up the house so she wouldn't have to rush in the morning. Her plane left at noon time so that meant she had to be at the airport early for check in. With everything finally in order it was time for a shower and off to bed.

The water felt really nice as it ran down over her boobs and she could feel her nipples getting hard again. Standing there enjoying to feelings she started thinking about seeing Sally and David again. Sally was her best friend since just about forever. They talked about everything but one thing she had never told Sally was that she had a "thing" for David! Sometimes, just being in the same room with him made her all excited. Hard nipples and even wet panties. She knew she would never do anything about it but she often dreamt what it be like if they could be together. Hell she was rubbing her boobs already and her nipples were as big as ever! How would she be able to be living in the same house as him for the next two weeks! She couldn't back out now though so she would just have to make sure she took care of those needs herself. Maybe she wasn't done packing, can't forget those toys!

Finally, "everything" was packed and off to bed she went. It sure didn't take long before she heard the alarm going off. Time to get up already! Felt like she had just gone to bed! Oh well, the flight was 3 hours so maybe a little nap would help her out. 

Everything went smooth at the airport and during the flight she did get a couple hours nap time. She was excited to finally hit the ground and waited impatiently while those in front of her struggled with luggage and made their way off the plane. Sally was waiting for her at the gate and all of a sudden it was like the old times. Hugs were tight and neither of them could stop talking. There was so much to catch up on and they never stopped talking all the way home. Sally showed Millie around the house and then to the guest bedroom where she would be sleeping. Millie started unpacking her things as Sally left to take a quick bathroom stop. As soon as she left, Millie took her "toys" and put them under her blouses in the dresser. Good thing she was quick about it too because Sally walked back in just as she got back to her suitcase!

Millie finished unpacking as she and Sally continued talking. Sally almost flipped when she saw the swimsuits Millie had. She grabbed them and held them up. Amazement was all over her face as she looked at Millie and back to the suits. They were going to look great on Millie but knew she could never wear anything like that! Millie had the body to show them off too. Sally told Millie she sure was glad that David would be working most of the time! His plant was on backorder and they had to catch up so he would be lucky if he got off on the weekend! Millie smiled as she thought about David seeing her in these suits and wondered if he would get the chance. On the surface she was cool towards him when Sally was around but inside there was a fire smoldering and she knew she did want him to see her in them! Shivering with these thoughts, she felt her nipples starting to get hard already! This wouldn't do. She had to think about something else so asked Sally to show her around the house.

The tour was just what she needed. Got her mind occupied too. Sally and David had a nice house, small but nice. Two bedrooms with a single bathroom but they also had a pool and a Jacuzzi in the back! That would be nice to relax in at night as the sun was setting. Millie planned on using that as soon as she could and asked Sally if it was ready to use. Sally told her it was but they hadn't been using it much and of course now that Millie was here they would use it more. This was great for Millie because living in Boston didn't allow much early swimming; the weather just didn't allow it!

Sally told Millie that she would be in the kitchen getting lunch ready and then they would see what kind of trouble they could get into. They had most of the afternoon since David wouldn't be home until much later. Millie carefully asked Sally how David was doing. She needed to be careful so she didn't let Sally know how much she was interested in David. Sally didn't catch on and said that he was working all sorts of hours these days. Work all over was difficult and he wanted to make sure there was no reason for them to let him go like they'd done for so many others. She expected him home around 5 or 5:30 so that did give them time to hit the mall or just spend the day wondering around.

Lunch was quickly eaten and cleared so they decided to just get in the car and roam around to see what they saw. Nothing too pressing and Sally said she had to stop by the store to finish getting things for supper. It was a nice afternoon and they got to catch up on all the new things in their lives. 

Millie said she wanted to get a shower and change from the trip. Sally showed her the towels and wash clothes. There was shampoo and soap already there as long as Millie didn't mind using the same soap as she and David used. Of course Millie said that would be fine and off Sally went to start on supper. Millie quickly stripped off her clothes and got in the shower. The spray was perfect and felt so good on her skin. She could feel the pressures just washing away as she picked up the soap. Lathering up she suddenly realized that this was the same soap that David had just used that morning! Damn, she had to keep herself under control but the idea that he had used it to soap his naked body and now she was holding it too. Millie could feel her nipples harden and she rubbed her soapy hands all over them. They were soooo hard and felt wonderful against the palms of her hands. The soap suds ran down over her belly and she caught them as they passed over her pussy. Oh no, now it was too late and her fingers automatically rubbed in all the right places! In no time at all she went over the edge and with one hand squeezing her nipples, the other rubbing over her pussy she came! She felt sort of guilty about what she was doing but not enough to stop her fingers. It just felt that good!

Once she calmed down, she finished her shower and got dressed in her softest sundress. Now she was relaxed and ready for some fun and food. Sally was just hanging up the phone when Millie got to the kitchen. She said that was David. He was going to be home early! This was a first in a long time and Sally was really happy. Millie smiled, remembering what had just happened in the shower. Actually she had been hoping that David was working late so she could try to put the images of him naked in the shower behind her before he got home. Those images were still there! Suddenly she felt Sally touching her arm lightly. She was asking Millie if she was alright. Seems as if the images had taken her "away" for a few moments. Her nipples were hard again and she hoped Sally didn't see them. Sally just asked again if she was alright. Millie finally answered she was OK, just a day dream. 

Dinner was just ready when David came through the door. He dropped his computer case in the living room and headed out to the kitchen. He didn't see Millie at first and went over to Sally and gave her a quick hello kiss. Millie couldn't help herself as she checked out his ass. Yep, still tight, as always. Then he turned to the table and saw Millie sitting there. A huge smile broke out across his whole face as he walked over to her. Millie barely had time to stand before he gave her a huge hug and kiss. One of those whole body hugs where she could feel almost every inch of his chest and stomach. Damn that felt good! Too bad it was such a short one but hey, Sally was right there! Backing up to give herself a chance to catch her breath. Sally never said a word but just brought dinner over to the table. They all sat down and had a great dinner. They caught up with each other. Sally was glad David was home for a change and Millie was just glad he was home. It was hard to keep from staring but she managed, just barely. Everyone helped to clear the table and in no time at all they were sitting around the living room just enjoying each other's company.

David had a surprise for Sally too. The work at his job had finally finished and he had the entire weekend off. She was thrilled! No plans were made for the next day except some beach time if the weather was good. 

Millie was worn out so headed to bed early. She laid there thinking about being there and seeing Sally and David again. Sally seemed to have changed, acted a lot older and slower. She and Millie were the same age and Millie certainly didn't feel like she was getting older. She hoped she didn't act like it either! David had hardly changed at all! Still slim and obviously still very energetic. He never just walked, he practically ran when he walked. She wondered how Sally could keep up. While she was thinking of David she felt her body start to respond again! Nipples getting hard and her pussy was getting moist again. She knew she was tired but she kept tossing and turning trying to find that comfortable spot.

Just as she thought she was drifting off she heard a noise down the hall. It was just a moment and then nothing. About the time she gave up listening, she heard it again. Louder this time. Pushing back the sheet she got up and walked to the door. She heard it again and couldn't resist the urge to investigate. She had an idea what the noise was and when she approached David and Sally's bedroom door she knew what it was! They were fucking! There was no other way to say it! Obviously they thought she was sleeping or they would have been quieter. She heard Sally tell David he wasn't usually this excited. His cock felt like it was bigger than it ever was! David just laughed and said, "hey, can't a guy just have some fun without analyzing everything?" It got quiet for a moment and she thought they were done after she heard that tone in his voice but then she heard them breathing harder as they got closer to cumming. She heard Sally say "YES, harder I'm there!" and David breath harder too as he neared the end too. Millie knew Sally was cumming then and then she heard David tell Sally to open her mouth. She heard Sally tell him to watch out, she didn't want it up her nose! Millie almost came herself when she heard that! David was cumming on Sally's face! How hot was that! She really wished she could see it. She had only been there for a couple minutes but that was long enough so rather than take a chance of getting caught Millie crept back to bed. It took almost forever but finally she fell into a fitful sleep.

The following morning they all slept in and it was too late for breakfast so they settled for a light brunch and made plans for the rest of the afternoon. It was finally decided to just hang around the pool and let Millie get some sun before trying the beach the following week. Millie was excited and nervous at the same time. She was thinking about her new swimsuits and the fact that David would be the first man to see her "almost" in it! Deciding on the white one because it covered the most of the two she had brought, she quickly put it on. Standing in front of her mirror in her new suit she could feel her nipples harden already! The bumps they made were perfectly visible to her and she knew David and Sally would be able to see them just as well. Sally called out that they were heading out and she get a move on and meet them there. Millie hollered back she was on her way and quickly put her beach cover-up over her suit and headed out.

Sally and David were both already in the pool when she came outside. Millie suddenly got nervous as hell knowing her suit was so small. Her nipples were still hard even! Sally told her to join them in the pool. The water is great, don't be shy! Millie took off her cover-up and watched the expression on David's face go almost blank and his mouth just dropped open. It was obvious that he was surprised, hopefully in a good way. Sally finally said she looked great and to come on in.

Millie took her time getting in the water and found that it was indeed great and refreshing. Besides, the water hid much of her from David's sight. He still hadn't said a thing but at least his mouth had closed. She could feel him watching her though and she had to admit to herself that she was glad she had his attention.

They just lounged around for a while talking and David couldn't help but stare. He tried not to but Millie saw him looking at her boobs every time she stood up. She thought she looked good in her suit and she looked down at herself. Damn, now she knew why David kept staring! The white suit had gotten almost transparent and she could see her dark nipples pressing against the wet white top! They got even harder when she realized that David was obviously enjoying the view! So far Sally hadn't seen David staring and ducked back down to cover her boobs. 

David splashed Sally and swam away with Sally chasing after him. He was laughing like a crazy man and ducked under Sally's arms as she tried to push him under. He wasn't watching where he was going and Millie couldn't get out of the way in time so she grabbed him to stop him and she felt his face hit her right between her boobs! She felt him turn slightly and felt a quick kiss on her right breast! He asked her if she was alright and when she said sure, he splashed her and swam away laughing again. This time he had two girls chasing him and it didn't take long for them to corner him. Sally and Millie both jumped on him trying to push him under. Even with them both on him they couldn't push him down! He struggled with them and actually he was holding them instead of the other way around. Sally climbed onto his back and Millie was left with the front. Sally called for her to help and Millie jumped on him too. His face wound up between her boobs again and she felt his hands grab her ass! She didn't know what to do but Sally was still trying to dunk him so she did the same. Jumping up and down she knew his face was getting a good massage with her boobs. His hands gripped her ass tighter and she liked it. At first she thought it was just part of the game but then she felt him pull her tight against him and she knew he had other ideas too! His cock was hard as hell and pressing against her belly! This was too much for her and she pushed back and looked him in the eyes. He just smiled and she knew that he knew she felt his cock!

The distraction allowed Sally to get the upper hand and all of a sudden David was under water! Sally quickly swam away laughing. Millie tried to help him up and in the process touched his cock over his trunks. Quickly, so Sally wouldn't suspect anything, she gave him a squeeze and smiling swam away leaving David standing there with his mouth hanging open again.

Sally and Millie got out of the water to lounge around on the chaises for a while. Millie knew her wet suit was showing off her boobs and her ass as she walked to the chaise. She took her time and enjoyed knowing that David was watching her. Now she knew that he liked what he saw and she couldn't resist teasing him a little. Calling for him to come out and join them, David declined and said he would be out in a little while, and she knew he had to wait for that hardon to go down! This was turning out to be fun! She was glad her own wetness was covered by her wet suit. She could feel how slippery she was and was amazed she had gotten that excited in such a short time.




Silent Auction



Cassandra walked around the elegantly decorated bedroom inside the posh hotel. It was furnished with some of the most expensive furniture. Stylish bureau with matching mirror...oak desk set aside and a chair that looked like it had been picked up at a pricy dealership.

Of course in the middle of the room was the king sized bed, its spread turned down and what felt like silk sheets beneath her fingertips. She wore a black Vera Wang dress which hugged her figure as intended and sheer stockings that led to black heeled shoes.

Underneath she wore lingerie from the most exclusive catalog of Victoria's Secret in matching black of course. All accentuated by a diamond necklace that could have financed her entire grad school education but instead of hocking it, she wore it.

Perfect for the occasion...the party she had just left. Earlier that day she'd been at the day spa where Sophia sent her to get an aromatherapy massage and of course, a full manicure and pedicure.

Whatever it took to be ready for this night...the grand event inside the ballroom of the city's most posh hotel...which had attracted a most exclusive crowd.

She mingled around the party while suited waiters served champagne to guests who stood in throngs talking to each other. Sophia told her to walk the room and if any man wanted to talk to her she would stop and give him her full attention. Quite a few distinguished men had walked up to her, men who had made their mark in the world in one way or another.

Groundbreaking surgeons, record breaking athletes, famous entertainers and politicians. Men who ran companies at the top of the corporate food chain...the upper crest of society. They milled around the ballroom conducting power meetings in the guise of a social event.

But that's not all they did. In another room, there was a table where a dozen cards were displayed, highly decorative cards in the most elaborate script. They held photos of beautiful young woman with a brief description. Underneath, was another card where the men submitted bids in what was a silent auction...Cassandra should know, she was one of the women on display.

She thought about slipping away and going into that room to check her card but opted not to do it. It was difficult enough to not remember why she was here.

"You will be here to make every man want you," Sophia had said, "to make enough of them desperate enough to bid...and for one man, lucky enough to win."

Sophia had looked across from her desk at her while she sat there feeling more nervous by the moment. Eying the door looking for a reason, any reason to leave and not look back...but reality hit.

"What will I get if a man...wins?"

Sophia's smile widened.

"You'll get 30% the total winning bid per auction."

Her eyes had widened. Damn, the casual way that those words had rolled off of Sophia's tongue. But Cassandra didn't see that kind of money every day...money she so desperately needed. She already knew what the ball park figure would be...if she did well. But she'd hesitated.

"I...I'm not experienced in well...men..."

Sophia shrugged.

"Then you may get even more...if you sell it as an asset."

Then Cassandra understood what would happen next.

She remembered that conversation even before she had accepted the offer. After all, she made barely above minimum wage at her current job clerking for one of the city's most powerful partners at a legal firm.

Cruz Callantine...who had hired her just out of law school and put her to work as a paralegal while she studied for the State Bar. She currently specialized in contract law, and he loaded up her desk in her cubicle with work.

He kept her busy during the day but she knew if she were going to keep her apartment and pay off her student loans, she had to get a second job which meant...moonlighting. She didn't tell Cruz that was what she did because she barely saw the guy and she figured if she needed a second job to pay her bills, it wasn't his business as long as it didn't interfere with the work she did for his firm.

Still, this wasn't the normal type of moonlighting job...to work a job where she'd be auctioned off to the man who placed the highest bid. Then she would be escorted up to a hotel room where the high bidder would show up and claim his prize for the night. 

She talked to a variety of men who wanted to know more about her before placing their bids for the night. Most were friendly and asked questions related to her education and work, not what she'd expected at all.

After refreshing her champagne, she walked to a corner of the ballroom. The alcohol had warmed her throat and had given her some courage. But as long as she didn't think what she was doing...she could almost enjoy herself in such posh surroundings.

Sophia walked up to her dressed in an elegant gown and a diamond pendent around her neck.

"You are enjoying yourself?"

Cassandra nodded.

"It's really nice...the men..."

"They've been casting bids in the other room," Sophia said, "I shouldn't say this but you're doing very well...attracting quite a bit of attention for someone so new."

Cassandra's skin flushed.

"I...I...wow...so what'll happen...?"

"Like I told you, you'll be taken upstairs into one of our nice rooms and the man who cast the highest bid will be waiting for his prize. Now the men have all been screened...so no crazies or sociopaths nothing like that. They are all repeat customers, the cream of our crop receive these invites."

Cassandra tried to calm herself. Her palms had started getting clammy and her heartbeat quickened.

"You'll be fine," Sophia said, "and you'll have money to pay off that debt."

Cassandra nodded and smiled because she really needed that weight off of her shoulders.

"I'll see you afterward..."

She watched as Sophia left. She went to mill in the room, listening to the music playing from a band in the corner.

Then she looked across the room and saw him. Cruz, standing there talking with another gentleman by the bar. To say he devastated in his Armani would be an understatement. For a man who spent his days in courtrooms or conference rooms, his rugged physique could flatter any outfit but his spirit couldn't be contained by finery. Dark black hair and tanned skin, muscles carved out of his yen for mountain climbing and deep sea diving. He'd led expeditions into the crags of mountains and explored the coral reefs and skeletons of ancient ships.

But he knew how to command attention on the job; he could get out of a cross-country flight one moment and within an hour be arguing a brief in front of a judge. Rumors buzzed about what he did on his travels when he wasn't on the clock. Late nights spent in the fanciest clubs with a woman or two on his arm and later in his bed.

Not that Cassandra paid much attention to what he did unless he gave her a project to do. She could go days without seeing him and then suddenly, she'd be called in his office to get an assignment, complete with deadline.

Though there were times, idle moments in a busy schedule when she imagined what it'd be like if she weren't there just to work. She imagined what it'd be like to fuck him. She reined herself in when she got too far into her fantasies. If she didn't she wouldn't get anything done.

To envision what she'd do to him if she didn't have to be a good employee. What'd it be like if she were in his office on her knees, suckling on the crown of his erection before he slid it inside her mouth. Better yet, he'd be the one with his mouth between her thighs worshipping her nether parts with his lips. Her panties grew damp before she knew it.

"Cassandra...what a nice surprise..."

Damn, her boss had seen her and was walking towards her. Oh how was she going to explain this to him? After all, he had to know what kind of party this was and what she would be doing here.

"Mr. Callantine...Hi..."

He smiled at her and to say he had a nice smile would be underselling it. It wouldn't be true either because often he smiled at those he was about to pull the rug out from under in the board room or in court. She learned to be wary of that smile...even as it made her insides go on slow burn when it was for her.

"I'd ask you what you're doing here but I know why."

She felt nervous suddenly. Oh god, what was he going to do now, would he fire her? It was one thing to moonlight, that he might understand but as a...she couldn't even say it to herself.

"Mr. Callantine...I can explain...I..."

"Call me Cruz...I think under the circumstances it's warranted."

That confused her and the way he appraised her now...that threw her off. She felt flustered.

"I....Mr...Cruz...it's just that..."

He put a hand up.

"No need to explain...we live in a tough economy and I know what I pay you...it can't be enough for paying off those student loans...a woman like yourself has to do what she needs to do to support herself."

His voice seemed calm, reassuring and almost soothing but underneath it...she sensed something else. The skin prickled on the back of her neck.

"Yes...it's been difficult and I needed to find another job and..."

"You ran into one of Sophia's ads," he said, "I've known her since I became a partner...she's one of my clients."

Cassandra nodded.

"So you're....here...."

He smiled again.

"Yes...I come to Sophia's parties to relax away from the grind of the firm," he said, "For these parties, her lists of guests are very select."

"Yeah she told me that," Cassandra said, "She told me that she vets them very well."

"Yes as she does the women," he said, "She must have been quite impressed with you but I can see why...you're very beautiful in that dress."

She felt her skin flush under his eyes.

"Why...thank you..."

His gaze deepened.

"I imagine you look much more beautiful out of it," he said, "I've often wondered about that."

His words jolted her and she just stared at him.

"What?"

He looked unfazed by her expression.

"Oh yes...in fact I chose you to bid on," he said, "No other women but there's no need because I've never lost a silent auction yet."

Her throat felt dry suddenly.

"Never..."

"Never...and I'm very selective in the women I do bid on," he said, "but you're so exquisite...and I know I'll be seeing you later."

Damn he seemed so smooth in his confidence but that shouldn't surprise her. That's what had defined him as one of the best lawyers in the city among other things. But no, he couldn't be serious about choosing her. She worked for him for goodness sake and to have him waiting for her in the bedroom...would be so wrong...so unethical and immoral.

She had to talk him out of it so she cleared her throat thinking quickly.

"Cruz...I don't think this is right for us to..."

"What...Cassandra?"

Damn those words weren't coming easily.

"You know for you to....bid...on me," she said, "For you and me to...you know..."

"You mean for me to fuck you...Cassandra what is it that bothers you? The fact that I'm going to fuck you in a while or that I'm bidding on an auction to do that?"

She thought about that...what kind of question was he asking?

"Both...really...I work for you..."

"Yes you do...it's just that tonight your assignment will be different," he said, "Safe to say you won't be doing any legal research for me?"

Oh the smoothness, the silkiness of his tongue the way he spun his words. She wondered if that was what he was like when he...she imagined what it'd be like if he were on his knees holding onto her waist with his hands and tonguing her pussy. Sliding his tongue inside the folds to where he'd have her at his mercy...if his tongue went there...she'd do anything.

"Cassandra...I see you're thinking about what it's going to be like already...won't have to be imaging much longer."

The mirth in his voice put her on edge. To say that she'd just made a huge mistake by being here wouldn't do the situation justice.

"Sophia's very strict about her guests not touching the women," he said, "because otherwise, my hands would be all over you...I'd love nothing more than to slide that dress up your thighs and put my hands on your ass...."

Her jaw dropped.

"Cruz...I don't think..."

He reached out to stroke her face and her skin tingled as his fingers glided over it. Her breathing quickened.

"You're not going to do much thinking tonight."

She didn't imagine so the way he looked at her right now.

"Someone might bid against you..."

He chuckled.

"Oh they have and I can see why...but at the end of the auction, my name will be on top."

Way too overconfident, she thought and she put her hands on her hips.

"Cruz...what if I say no," She said, "I mean you're my boss...this isn't right."

He pursed his lips.

"Sophia won't be too happy about that," he said, "and this isn't about what's right, it's about what I want and what you're going to want."

She sighed, thinking this was not going to turn out well for her.

"Cruz...I need my job..."

"I'm not going to fire you Cassandra," he said, "Neither of us are at work right now...well one of us isn't but we're not at the office."

True, she thought but still how could she face him at work if she'd fucked him in some hotel room the night before? What if others at the office got wind of what they'd done?

"I'm very discreet," he said, "It goes with the job and no one's ever going to know what goes on upstairs between us."

She didn't feel too sure about that. Why did he have to choose her? She wasn't even the prettiest woman in the room.

"I'll see you later....upstairs..."

And like that he walked away from her with those confident strides that told everyone he owned the room. Her knees went week because even though this party had taken a shocking turn she couldn't deny that just watching him made a part of her ache.

The part of her that he'd pay to possess...?

She sat in the lounge with the other women awaiting the results of the auction. None of them had a clue that would be waiting for them upstairs, well maybe not the rest of them. She knew that Cruz was going to cast the winning bid and that he'd be waiting for her upstairs. She knew what he was going to do to her; she'd leave that room only after she'd fucked her boss. What lay ahead for her unnerved her...it could be the end of her budding career but yet...her panties had grown damp since she'd encountered him and he told her how it would go as if she were on the other side of one of his legal cases.

"I hope I don't get a creep," one blonde woman said.

"Me too...though that champion boxer...what a hunk and he looked at me most the night..."

Truthfully Cassandra hadn't noticed very much after her encounter with Cruz. Neither that it nor anyone else mattered, what he wanted he usually got after all.

She couldn't believe he wanted her...well not her but her body and that she'd be giving it to him. The body she'd only shared with Charles when she'd been in college. Her studies and part-time jobs had taken up most of her time so her relationships were somewhat limited. Charles after all had lasted nearly six months and as far as bed time, he hadn't been much to write about...pretty dull actually. But if she could handle him...counting the moments until he rutted against her that last time...she could do the same to get through a night with Cruz.

Though somehow she didn't think it'd go quite like that. But Charles had told her during a fight, one of the last ones that she didn't seem to like sex. God, most of the time she'd been too burned out and exhausted trying to be the best in her class...anything less seemed like failure. Better to be a failure at screwing a guy than in life.

Whatever...she had to find a way to get through this night and what would happen. She knew it'd be her last auction. Maybe she could get a night job that didn't involve lying on her back.

Sophia walked into the room and everyone looked up at her expectantly.

"The silent auction has ended and the winning bids have been recorded," she said, "I will be giving you all your hotel keys as I've done for your...dates and one of my assistants will be taking you up to your rooms."

Cassandra tried to slow her breathing, to take it easy. She knew what she was getting into when she took Sophia's offer and if it was Cruz waiting...she'd find a way to handle it and him.

"Cassandra...room 304..."

She got up and saw a man dressed like a bellboy waiting for her and she followed him to the elevator. They went up in silence and got out on a deserted floor. She followed him to the room and used her key to unlock it and go inside.

"When you're finished, just page me and I'll take you back downstairs."

He handed her what looked like a pager before leaving her alone. Only she wasn't alone, she looked around her the hotel room...and the king sized bed. She walked over to caress it, marveling in the luxuriousness of her surroundings.

"Cassandra..."

Oh god, she certainly recognized that voice and turned around and coming out of the adjoining door was Cruz still in his Armani suit.

"Cruz..."

He looked at her in that appraising way of his...which sent tremors all the way to her feet. Pleasurable ones...the kind that could make her do crazy things if she weren't careful.

"I had to put down a high bid at the end," he said, "but I'm glad I did...god you're gorgeous and tonight...you're mine."

She swallowed noisily.

"Cruz...I don't belong to anyone..."

"Oh yes you do...it's in the rules I can do whatever I want with you," he said, "And I've waited long enough..."

She just looked at him puzzled.

"Waited...what do you mean?"

He unbuttoned his jacket to slide it off of his muscular shoulders, leaving him in his dress shirt.

"Ever since you've walked into my office for that interview, I've known I was going to fuck you..."

She heard the certainty in his voice and it nearly stopped her heart.

"But I..."

"I know but it had to be so I told Sophia..."

Oh god, what was he going to tell her? That he'd gone to Sophia to approach her to be in an auction so he could...she felt a chill go through her. But it wasn't fear or at least not only fear. Because to be wanted, almost hunted by a man like him...it did funny things to her...like made her breasts feel so damn sensitive and her pussy...well her panties still kept that secret for her.

"You told her to put me in an auction and then you'd corner the bids."

He didn't seem surprised that she'd figured it out.

"Yes...and now what I wanted is finally here."

She sighed.

"But you always get what you want don't you?"

He nodded.

"Of course...and now I'm going to have you...in my bed tonight...but first things first..."

She trembled beneath his gaze. Cruz was what she thought only existed among animals, a predator and she'd been his prey.

Now he had her in his sights.

"What?"

He looked directly at her.

"I want you to take your dress off for me."

She felt irritated at him. She didn't much like bossy men.

"Why should I do that?"

"Because if you don't...I'll do it for you..."

She looked at him looking at her and knew he meant it.

He watched her as she reached back to unzip her pricy dress that hugged her figure and it slid off of her body. She closed her eyes as she did so because she wasn't used to undressing for men.

Let alone her boss.

She felt so damned exposed in him as the dress fell off of her and pooled to the floor at her feet. She stepped out of it and that left her with her lacy black bra and barely there panties. Oh and sheer stockings that were laced with tiny beads.

He just stared at her. The way he did it...she couldn't meet his eyes so she just looked at her hands.

"Look at me."

That tone of voice left no room for argument so she did that. Her palms began to feel sweaty and she tensed as his eyes carefully canvassed her body.




Silent Auction



"Cruz..."

God he made her nervous when he looked at her like that. Charles never did that when she slept with him.

"Cassandra...you're so lovely...I can't wait to get all of your clothes off and see what you've been hiding."

She protested.

"I haven't been hiding anything," she said, "I work for you...you don't know what I'm doing outside the office."

"I do know you don't go out much," he said, "How many men have you fucked anyway?"

She felt taken aback.

"That's a personal question."

"Hardly...in this day and age," he said, "do you not want to tell me that...are you embarrassed?"

How presumptuous of him.

"Are you a virgin?"

She shook her head vehemently at that.

"No I'm not and if I were, that's hardly your business."

He chuckled.

"It is my business as the man who's going to fuck you," he said, "I plan to use you but I don't want it to be painful for you."

She shook her head.

"No...no I'm not a virgin," she said, "but I've only had one lover and it didn't work out..."

"The relationship or the sex..."

She felt her cheeks flush.

"Both..."

"That won't be a problem with me," he said, "I'm not interested in a relationship but I can make it pleasurable for you."

Oh she imagined he could do that...but she wasn't going to admit it to him. He assumed too much already. He walked over to her and she had to stop herself from not stepping backward.

"Don't move..."

She stood still for him and when his hands touched her skin for the first time, they scorched it. He rested one hand on a shoulder and the other on one of her breasts.

Just like that.

"No pleasantries...no conversations."

He looked at her as his thumb worried her nipple beneath her bra. It had hardened underneath his touch.

"We both know that's not what you want and neither do I...we talk enough at the office and every moment we did, I thought about what it'd be like to do this..."

His mouth brushed against hers and she found herself swimming in sensation already. If he deepened it, she'd be in serious trouble. His thumb still drew tantalizing circles around her nipple, making her gasp. He pulled away briefly.

"You like that...don't lie to me Cassandra..."

"I...I...guess..."

His rubbing intensified and she had to bite her lip. His mouth returned to hers, this time more insistent. His tongue flirted with her lips before he seared her with it, sliding it along them trying to part them. She kissed him back, not easy considering what he did to her breast made her arch her back. But she couldn't help it. She'd always wanted Charles to play with her breasts but he only seemed interested in the main event. But Cruz treated her mouth the same way he'd fuck her pussy, and when she gasped from him fondling her breast, he'd slid his tongue right inside her mouth.

Electrifying because his tongue explored her mouth, and she squirmed as he did so. His hand moved away from her breast and towards the clasp on her bra. He broke his kiss, breathing harder just like her.

"You're damn sexy in lace but it's time for it to come off."

She didn't care that he unsnapped her bra and slid the straps off of her arms so her bra joined her dress on the floor. Her breasts now lay bare in front of him, creamy white and firm, her rosy nipples providing a contrast. He palmed them in his hands, squeezing them as he kissed her again. The way his hands held them...she felt her pussy soak her panties.

She tasted his mouth with her own tongue tentatively and then her tongue met his and stroked it, causing him to gasp. She slid her hands across his silk shirt. Damn his muscles hard and unyielding beneath her fingers.

"Unbutton my shirt..."

Her fingers trembled as she worked the buttons one by one exposing his chest, tanned and covered with whorls of hair that she knew would feel soft. She slipped his shirt off of his shoulders and then looked at him.

"I can't believe I just did that..."

"You're in for a lot of surprises tonight then," he said, "A lot of barriers to be breached. In many ways you're still a virgin."

She watched him as he moved his hands to her panties. She closed her eyes anticipating the moment when he'd realized how aroused she was right now. How much what he said excited her even though she shouldn't be here with him. One of his hands teased the waistband of her panties.

"Do you play with yourself?"

She just looked at him, narrowing her eyes.

"What?"

"You know what I mean Cassandra; do you get yourself off when you're alone?"

Now her cheeks would redden because that was a highly personal question. What she did alone...was her own business. He didn't buy the right to pry into her secrets.

"I..."

"Yes or no..."

"Well...sometimes...to get the edge off..."

He smiled.

"You're on edge a lot I imagine," he said, "I suspect that's why you're really here...in this hotel at this auction."

She shook her head.

"No I needed the extra money."

He slipped a finger beneath the waistband of her panties and imprinted her skin with it. She tried not to notice or at least show it.

"No Cassandra what you needed was to be fucked by a man who'd pay money so you wouldn't have to feel guilty afterwards..."

"Cruz that's not true."

"Is it...the way it looks Cassandra is that you want a man to fuck you so you can later tell yourself you had no role in your own seduction."

"Seduction? What is that anyway? I wouldn't know..."

He used his free hand to stroke a tendril off of her face.

"No you wouldn't...it sounds like there's still a lot you don't know...but in a moment, I'm going to slide my fingers into your panties and I'm betting they'll be wet."

She bit her lip, so not wanting to take that bet. After all, she could feel the slickness in between her legs, like she'd never felt before...not even alone.

"Maybe..."

"Don't be coy with me," he said, "You're dying to be fucked by me and then afterward, you'll say you just did it because you needed to pay off your loans."

"That'll be true...and I'm not being coy...to think I'm dying to be fucked by you or any man is just ego on your part..."

He looked amused at her indignation. He pulled his fingers out of her panties after she felt them brush her pussy lips.

"Wet...very much so Cassandra and you were saying?"

She couldn't say anything right now as he brought his fingers to her lips and no...no he wasn't about to...but when they brushed against her lips, they parted and when his fingers slid inside her mouth, she tasted herself.

"You know how much I'd love to taste that pussy...to lick all that wetness off of it...I imagine you taste very nice...the women who hold back the longest generally do."

"I'm not..."

"No not tonight...you're going to get exactly what you want Cassandra and then tell yourself you didn't want it."

She was beginning to get ticked off. Okay so she'd put herself on the auction block and he'd outbid the rest of the men but his cockiness was getting to her. Her pussy ached from it and that just irritated her more.

"I'm imagining that this Charles guy only cared about himself and his own pleasure," Cruz said, "I'm going to do what I want with you but I do care about how good you're going to feel..."

She licked her lips. The promise in his eyes...oh she'd be in trouble once he got between her thighs. But she could do this...really...she had promised Sophia when she'd signed up that she could handle herself. She could go through with it and the money...she couldn't deny that it'd make her life easier to get those loans behind her.

But she was lying to herself and she knew it. And worst of all, Cruz knew it too.

"But I'm not a selfless man and by the time I leave you, you'll have sucked my cock," he said, "Did Charles like it when you did that?"

She looked away.

"I wouldn't...and it made him angry."

"Why?"

She shrugged.

"The thought of being on my knees with him down my throat...I just didn't want it."

He digested that.

"You're going to want it with me," he said, "And if you're going to do auctions for Sophia, you're going to suck a lot of cocks...starting with mine."

She blinked.

"I don't know how long I'll be doing this."

He looked at her directly.

"I do..."

He seemed so sure of that too and she didn't know why.

"I knew when I cast that last bid."

That puzzled her but she didn't have much time to think about it because he'd slipped some fingers back in her panties again and started stroking her.

"You like that...oh you are wet..."

She felt the heat in her face. His fingers slid along the seam of her pussy, nudging past its lips, exploring it while he watched her face. She struggled to not let him know what he did to her.

"Did Charles ever make you come with his fingers Cassandra?"

She sighed as she felt what might be his thumb brushing against her clit. She nearly jumped and she did squirm.

"I can see he hasn't...you're acting like you're starved for it."

Hardly, she'd pleasured herself before but it wasn't the same.

"I'm sure you're starved for a lot of things..."

She bit back a retort because his fingers, the way he upped the friction he generated, the warmth that permeated her pussy.

"I want so badly to fuck this pussy...and I know you want it too..."

She shook her head.

"No...no I have to do this...I..."

"A whore...? Yes you are tonight...but you're lying to yourself if you think that's why you're here."

Damn him, she thought as the fingers in her panties threatened to drive her crazy. If he didn't stop...she knew he'd make a liar out of her.

"You're my whore...my very expensive whore...I paid a lot of money to win you and I'm going to collect..."

She sighed as he slipped one of his fingers inside of her. It stretched her pussy, he must guess it'd been a long time for her since...

"How badly you want it will be our little secret."

"Cruz...I don't...honest...I just got bills to pay..."

He added a second finger to the other, her eyes stung a bit.

"I know that...but I also know I'm going to fuck you," he said, "right here on this bed...like the slut that you are."

"No...no...I'm not a slut..."

He thrust his two fingers in and out of her quivering pussy.

"Oh yes you are...coming into my office every morning wearing those short tight skirts...how many times did you leave the panties at home?"

She narrowed her eyes.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about," she said, "I'm there to work not to entice you."

"When I call you in my office and you walk with clothes showing off that body of yours," he said, "Do you know how many times I've thought about locking the door and lifting up that skirt?"

She just looked at him.

"That's all in your head...I've never wanted you."

He shook his head.

"No Cassandra, you've been hoping that I'd rip those panties off you, bend you over my desk and fuck you haven't you?"

She thought it crazy what he said. She tried to ignore how her pussy hugged his fingers, still sliding in and out of her. So much so...her belly coiled up in a knot and she tried to contain the feelings rushing through her.

"The thought of riding my cock in and out of you...."

"Stop it...I've never even thought about that," she said, "I..."

Damn, his fingers quickened their stroking and her legs threatened to buckle. He acted as if he weren't getting her off right now.

"I don't believe you Cassandra...I think it's exactly what you wanted me to do...but you're just the little tease aren't you?"

She started writhing against his hand, unaware of it at first. Her clit felt like it was on fire, her pussy swelled around his fingers, gripping them more tightly.

"Ooooh.....ohhhhh....."

He ignored her cries.

"Yes you are, aren't you...you dress up to be fucked then you deny it..."

"I...that's so untrue..."

His thumb rubbed against her clit, which sent spasms through her pussy...and sent her over the edge. She bit her lip, oh god she couldn't let him know...no...because she wasn't a slut...and she wasn't a tease.

"Well you're going to be fucked because anyone who teases me is going to get burned..."

He removed his fingers from her pussy and cupped it with his palm like he owned it. Because right now he did and she knew it.

"Unbutton my pants..."

She just looked at him, still awash with her orgasm.

"I'm not asking," he said, "Unbutton them...now..."

He grabbed one of her hands and brought it to the snap on his pants. She brushed against something hard...and she knew he was aroused. She unsnapped his pants with both hands, because after all it's not like he left her much choice right? Her pussy still throbbed from what he'd done to her because though it had felt damn good it hadn't been enough.

Not nearly... but damn if she were going to let him know that....so she unzipped his pants and tentatively at first started pushing them down past his briefs. She knew by looking at his underwear that he was rock hard. He wasn't playing when he'd said he wanted to fuck her.

"You can feel it..."

He kicked his pants away standing there in his briefs. His thick muscular legs bore a couple of scars and were as tanned as his chest.

"Touch me..."

She took one of her hands and placed it on the bulge in his briefs. Damn, he wasn't like Charles at all. She imagined what it'd be like when he removed his briefs. Anticipation rocked through her and she fondled it through the briefs. He seemed to enjoy that.

"My little slut likes what she's touching?"

She shot him a look but didn't remove her hand.

"My slut's going to like it much better when it's inside of her."

She felt flustered now and she wondered if he'd want his briefs removed as well. But he didn't seem to be in any hurry.

"Sit down on the edge of the bed..."

"Why?"

"Do it...tonight your mouth's for sucking cock."

That made her angry.

"How fucking dare you say something like that to me?"

He hardly seemed intimidated.

"Get your ass on the bed," he said, "or I'll fuck it first..."

She couldn't believe him...but she sat down on the edge. Dressed in her panties and sheer stockings and he took his hands to spread her legs apart.

"Too late to keep them closed..."

She just looked at him but allowed him to open them up wider. He knelt in between them, his hands on her thighs. Stroking the delicate inner skin, until he reached the waistband of her stockings which he tugged down....as he did, he caressed her bare skin with his fingers. Damn that felt good...she bit her lip again as he tugged the nylons down her legs and lifted her feet in turn to remove them. Now he had his hands on her bare thighs.

"Cruz...oh god...I..."

"Oh you little tease...well I've had enough of you acting like you don't want it..."

She shook her head.

"I don't think I can do this...I'm just falling behind on my loans."

He caressed her legs looking at her, sliding them up higher each time.

"You're a lying little tease," he said, "Well you know what happens to girls who open their legs in front of a man..."

She tried to close them but he was too strong.

"What...?"

"They find out they're in for more than they can handle...."

"Just let me go..."

He looked at her.

"I can't and I know that's not what you want," he said, "but you have to say it...because you don't want to admit you're a slut dying to be fucked."

"Go to hell Cruz..."

He chuckled.

"Not before I get what I paid for..."

He reached his hands higher and tore her panties off. They burned her thighs which stung but she felt a thrill rush through her.

"I paid a lot for that pussy and it's mine..."

"No..."

"Yes...and I'm done talking to the slut who's been asking for this since the day she walked into my office."

She watched him remove his briefs at last and damn, she'd never even imagined he'd be so hard and thick...and so beautiful. Charles hadn't looked like this, not even close. Cruz' erection...damn she didn't know how she'd handle it. His cock curved slightly and beneath it, dusky balls nestled by dark hair.

"Oh my..."

He chuckled.

"Remember that when you've got your lips wrapped around it later," he said, "and by the way, I like to thrust deep inside a woman's mouth and my balls fondled."

"Dream on...I'm not your whore...just because you threw down a lot of cash."

He grabbed his cock, and slid his hand down it while she watched.

"I think we both know exactly what you are," he said, leaving her to reach into the drawer of the bureau. The crinkle of foil followed and she watched him sheathe his cock. She felt nervous...because there was no stopping what would follow and...only to herself would she ever admit that wasn't her intention.

He approached her again, his eyes telling her exactly what he would do and he spread her thighs even wider apart.

"Rest yourself on the bed with your hands."

She did that carefully watching him.

"No...god no...I'm not going to fuck my boss..."

He cupped her chin with one hand, looking straight at her.

"Then I'm going to fuck you...."

She bit her lip and felt tears come to her eyes. Damn him, damn the man who now stood between her legs, buck naked with his cock sheathed in latex.

"Please..."

"Please what?"

"I'm not a slut..."

"But you're no virgin either," he said, "You're a whore who put herself up for the highest bidder."

He slid her legs even further apart until she felt totally exposed. Then he moved in close enough so that his cock teased her pussy.

"Cruz..."

He thrust then, his cock inside of her just enough so that she felt its fullness and her pussy burned as it sheathed it. He gripped the back of her thighs near her knees tightly. She felt him push her legs apart as he thrust deeper.

"Oh god..."

"I know...but it's too late now..."

She closed her eyes as he moved her legs back towards him as he pulled back. His cock sliding in and out of her slickness...pleasurable and warmth spreading through her with each stroke...each movement sliding him deeper inside of her...

He flexed his hips thrusting inside her, moving her legs with his hands. She just watched him, feeling the sensations building up inside of her. His face a few inches away from hers and she tried to look away so he couldn't see what she didn't want him to see. He grunted against her, his cock rubbing her pussy walls as they hugged him.

"You're so fucking hot..."

She sighed, feeling him inside of her, their bodies joined together. God, her worst nightmare fucking her boss in a hotel room...becoming what she so didn't want to be...yet with each stroke, she wanted the next one so much. If he stopped...she'd be begging him to keep fucking her. His hips jutted against hers and his balls spanked her. She found herself starting to move against him, moving her pussy to meet his thrusts.

Oh god, she really was a slut.

"So what do you think my little slut," he said, "oh...yeah I think you've wanted this for so long."

"How would you know," she said, shakily.

"You're here with me...and I'm giving it to you...and you're not stopping me are you?"

She wiggled away from him, pissed off again. Damn him, for knowing her too well.

"No...no...no...."

She tried to lift herself from the bed where she'd rested her hands and push them against his chest as he kept thrusting into her. But he grabbed her hands and held them tightly.

"Oh no Cassandra...they'll be no playing the good little girl...now...no more teasing," He said, "Don't make me need to hold you down and do it the hard way."

She just struggled in his tight hold, but their bodies were pinned intimately together. And he had no intention of releasing the hold his cock had on her.

"Fuck you Cruz..."

"No I'm fucking you," he said, "Now shut the fuck up because you've made me work hard enough to get you here."




Silent Auction



"What...god just stop it Cruz..."

"No...because it's not what you want," he said, "You just don't want to own up to it, the fact that you've wanted me to do this since the first day."

He still held her wrists tightly and grabbed hold of her hair looking at her.

"Now I'm going to ride you one way or the other," he said, "and I'm not leaving this hotel until I'm done with you...understand?"

She nodded, biting her lip, her pussy clenching his cock in answer. The part of herself she couldn't control, the one part of her that would betray her. With that, he maneuvered her further on the bed until she was on her back flat against the mattress. He rolled over her enough so that he was sitting on top of her like a cowboy astride a horse. His thighs hugging her thighs tightly...when she tried to move, he leaned down and cupped her chin again.

"You fight me...you won't win," he said, "You let me fuck you, we both will."

He didn't move even though she still felt him inside of her, hard and thick. Damn he had her pinned to the bed and her arms...she couldn't move them much.

"Much better Cassandra...I can see I'm going to have the bellboy bring up some restraints if you don't behave...how would you like to be tied to those bedposts while my mouth covers every inch of your body...maybe if I fuck your ass."

She shook her head.

"I never..."

"Never say never with me."

She nodded and she fought inside of herself...because she didn't like being dominated by a man who ruled her in the workplace...but he'd had her pegged when he said she didn't like making choices...though she hated admitting that.

"Cassandra...just lie still for me...this will be a most pleasurable night for us both. I promise you that."

The silky smoothness of his words, the same voice he used so successfully to win arguments and ply testimony out of reluctant witnesses, she knew had the same effect on her. It's just that when she imagined what it'd be like with her boss, she'd never quite pictured it like now.

"Cruz...it's just that I don't think..."

He covered her mouth then with a hand.

"Then don't...just spend the night with me...you should know by now I get what I want so fighting that is useless...and fighting yourself is just dishonest."

She sighed and she felt him remove his hand from her mouth and shift on top of her. Then just as if she were a horse he began riding her, his hips jutting against her pelvis, his penetration more shallow, and it chafed against her. But each time his shaft rubbed against her clit, she had to bite her lip...hard. It felt...like more pleasure than she could stand. She started moaning...she couldn't help it and her body fidgeted.

"You like this don't you," he said, "You like it when a man is in control, don't deny it.

"Oh....oh....no...."

"Cassandra...you lying little slut," he said, moving harder against her, his cock thrusting deeper, inch by inch as she relaxed to take it.

"Oh....god....oh...I...."

He stared down at her breasts...which rode up and down as she began arching her back to meet his thrusts.

"Oh Cassandra..."

She looked up at him as he rode her; she ached from the teasing nature of his thrusts. But god, she felt torn inside. How could she ever face him in the office again, every time she looked at him she'd imagine what his cock felt like buried inside of her and he'd remember that he'd won.

Oh god...what to do, as his cock slid in and out of her and her hips rushed to meet the next thrust.

"Cruz...oh god...god...I...I...can't....I got to have...it...oh god..."

"Yes Cassandra, what do you want?"

She paused. She knew he wanted her to tell him. But instead she moved up to grab him to pull him down on top of her, skin to skin. Their bodies pressing against each other, him wedged deep inside of her.

"Fuck me Cruz...fuck me so that I can't stand it..."

He lay on top of her, his weight on top of hers but his head moved down to her breasts and he took one of her nipples in his mouth sucking it hard...she almost screamed. He rolled it over his tongue and she gripped his back harder.

"Oh god....I can't...."

He released her nipple and then he pushed himself harder between her legs holding her there, her own legs brushing his side.

"You are...and you will," he said, "because I own you Cassandra and not just tonight."

He thrust then so deep, more so than she thought she could take him. His face inches from hers, she'd felt the power in his hips, god he was more than she could handle.

"What..."

"You see the bid I made didn't just win me the auction," he said, "It won me future auctions too..."

"How many," she said, weakly as he slowed down his thrusting.

"Let's say 100?"

She moaned then...oh god...he really did own her.

"I said...I said...I wasn't going to do this anymore..."

He slid his cock in and out of her pussy, leisurely.

"I know...you'll be exclusively my whore...though I'll still need your legal training."

She furrowed her brows.

"I can't do this Cruz...I'm a trained lawyer...a professional."

"You're also my slut," he said, "and for the next 100 days...or nights...you'll do what I want when I want it..."

"You're crazy..."

He thrust hard against her for that.

"This is how it's going to go....You're going to be my mistress...the most efficient legal clerk in my office and a whore in my bed...the best of both worlds."

"No..."

She felt her pussy squeeze his cock unwilling to let go of it.

"Oh yes...Sophia's perfectly fine with it and since I do some traveling...you'll come with me in more ways than one."

"Cruz...oh..."

"After tonight you'll know what it is I like and how I like it...subject to change of course."

She found her thighs gripping him as he upped his thrusts just slightly. Oh god...she found the tension in her belly tightening threatening to consume her with pleasure.

"And on Monday morning, you will be inside my office at 9am sharp," he said, "You won't be wearing any panties under your skirt that day and we're going to spend the next hour christening my new desk."

She sighed.

"Then I'll work you hard until lunch on a new case," he said, "Because you are the best law clerk I've ever hired and then of course, you'll spend an hour studying for the upcoming Bar exam..."

She gripped his side harder as he thrust harder, rocking her against the bed.

"Don't I get a lunch?"

"Oh yes...I've got a hotel suite next to the courthouse," he said, "Great food, quick room service and a nice bed...some amenities included you won't find advertised in the family section."

She shook her head, god this was turning into such a nightmare...even as her body threatened to erupt in another orgasm and she knew she'd scream this time.

"I can't...really..."

"I own you and they'll be times I'm nice about it and time I'm not."

He quickened his thrusting into her and she just cried out from it...the way he moved against her made her grip him harder.

"Oh god...god...god..."

"We'll iron out the details later."

The bed mattress shook from him thrusting against her. She threw her head back and he wedged himself in between, pushing past her thighs. She clawed his back as the friction of their bodies threatened to push her over the edge.

"Harder...god...harder...I'm..."

His cock rammed into her, thrusting in and out and she gripped his waist with her thighs as tightly as she could.

Until she screamed....a bunch of words she'd never remember except for one, his name. He rutted against her until he reached his own climax. She felt it deep inside of her and he collapsed against her on the bed.

They lay together afterward and he stroked her skin after heading to the bathroom to remove the condom. When he returned to the bed, he had something in his hand.

"I've got a present for you...a memento of our time together."

She felt curiosity tug at her.

"What is it?"

He didn't answer but then she saw the black band with diamonds studded on it. Oh my god, she knew what would happen next and why. He fastened it around her neck and told her never to take it off. She fingered it tentatively.

"You know what it means don't you," he said, "It means I own you and you exist only for me."

"No one owns me."

"You'll find out soon enough how wrong you are about that...but I promise not to hurt you more than necessary...there are certain things that are painful at first."

Oh god, was this really happening to her? She lay back down on the bed as he slid a hand up her thigh.

"Oh my little sub, I'm going to have so much fun with you...starting now..."

She looked at him puzzled.

"But..."

"I want you to suck my cock Cassandra..."

"I really don't think..."

"You're not here to think, you're here to fuck or to suck...now bend your head and take me into your mouth...until I come..."

The way he looked at her, she knew she had to obey.

And so as she wrapped her hand around his cock before she lowered her mouth over it. The 100 days and nights had just begun. 



Silent But Deadly 01



This is the flagship audio for a new series, that I will be calling "Silent But Deadly." Some viewers had requested an audio without me talking, and since that is waaaay easier than what I normally do, request granted!

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Silent But Deadly - A Man Cums



WARNING! This is a female/creepy gay stalker centric audio. If you are a straight male, move on bro.

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Silent But Deadly - Cums Again



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Silent Consent



"We'll rest here for the night!" Kenoth shouted to the rest of his party.

He dismounted from the bay stallion as the others scrambled to gather firewood and set up the shelters. After making sure all was going well, Kenoth untied the woman who rode behind him and lifted her down. 

"You better behave. You are worth much more without any bruises." he whispered sternly in her ear.

"Humph..." She replied as she glared at him.

She found him attractive, but hated him for kidnapping her and forcing her to do things against her will. She liked his voice. It was stern and commanding, but at the same gentle and calming. The dim moonlight caught in his eyes, making them sparkle.

Kenoth grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly to the center of the camp. A fire had been started and the tents were set up. The men had begun to bring out their instruments and play. Those who didn't play, danced to the lively music.

He gave her a cup of wine and a piece of meat. Reluctantly, she ate. She was hungry but denied it to herself, her pride stopping her. However, her hunger soon won and she ate. The meat was flavorful and the wine, good, but being forced to eat in this manner angered her.

Once finished, she was again grabbed by the arm. Kenoth put her into his tent and set a guard to watch her.

"Get rest." He hissed into her ear, "Tomorrow we reach the city." 

"How dare you treat me like this. You will pay dearly." She growled angrily

"You are even prettier when you are angered." Kenoth said as he kissed her roughly, grabbing her breast.

She slapped him across the side of the face and ducked into the tent. Furious with herself, she sat on the cot. I am Princess Mirshann, I do not deserve to be treated in this manner." She thought to herself, "When my father hears of this..." Her anger began to dissipate as her mind drifted to Kenoth.

He was strong and well built, fairly tall, and overall very handsome. Yet, there seemed to be something more, something else underneath the tough exterior. The way he roughly kissed and grabbed her, excited Mirshann. She tried to deny all feeling for him but the building dampness said otherwise.

The celebrating outside began to settle down. The men checked their horses and went to their tents. Kenoth entered his, startling Mirshann. She turned and glared at him. He ignored her icy gaze and went to her, giving her another rough kiss.

Kenoth removed his shirt and sword, setting them aside.

"Be grateful I'm allowing you to have the cot." He said as he arranged his shirt into a makeshift pillow.

"You are too kind." She replied sarcastically.

Kenoth stood and cornered her.

"If that is how you are going to act..." He hissed.

Mirshann stared directly into his eyes, silently challenging him to do something.

"And what do you plan to do?" She said with a hint of challenge in her tone.

"You're a difficult woman. Many like that. Keep this up and you will bring a high price when we reach the city."

Kenoth kissed her a third time, forcing his tongue between her lips. To his amazement, she did not resist as much. He grabbed her breast and she did not slap him. He decided to test the limits and moved his hand lower, placing it on her upper thigh.

Through the skirts of her dress, he moved his hand up to her pussy. Still, she didn't not object. Kenoth decided to go farther. He kissed her again and was met with no resistance. Mirshann raised her hand and caresses his cheek, surprising him.

Kenoth took his small dagger and sliding it up the front, cut open her dress. He brushed it from her shoulders, exposing her firm, round breasts. They were well rounded with hard, pink nipples. He smiled as she gasped when he pinched one. He pushed aside the halves of her skirt, exposing her entire body.

The sudden cool air on her breasts made her nipples stand out even more. Kenoth grabbed her breasts, pinching her nipples fairly hard, making her cry out. He clamped a hand over her mouth to quiet her.

"Shhh..." He said harshly, "We don't need to attract any unwanted attention."

Mirshann nodded underneath his hand.

Kenoth smiled and moved his hand from her mouth, slowly bringing it down over her skin. He allowed his fingers to trail lightly. Mirshann was surprised by the change in his touch, but did not make a sound. He mind fought to stop him, but her body defied her mind.

She could feel the dampness building in her special place. Her mind screamed "no!" as Kenoth's hand moved over her stomach and found its way to the patch of hair between her legs, but her voice refused to function.

Mirshann closed her eyes as his fingers found her wetness. Kenoth removed his pants with his free hand as he played with her. His slick finger massaged her tiny bud, making her lift her hips to meet him, begging for more. He moved his hard cock along her wet slit.

Each time her hit her clit, Mirshann lifted her hips.

"You like that?" He said roughly.

Mirshann didn't answer. She kept her eyes tightly closed, not wanting him to continue, but unable to resist. He made her so hot and filled with desire. All she wanted now was release. Kenoth smiled again as he positioned his cock between her wet lips.

He continued to tease her, pushing his cock in just a little, then pulling back out. Mirshann spread her legs wider, silently begging him to finish. Kenoth needed no further encouragement. He positioned he slick cock at her opening once again.

She gasped and managed to stifle a scream as he pushed past her virginal barrier. Kenoth paused for a moment once inside her. She was breathing heavily already and he didn't want too much noise from her.

Very slowly, he began to slide in and out of her. Her tight grip him tightly, almost bringing him over the edge.

"Maybe I should just keep you for myself." He said into her ear.

Mirshann began to lift her hips to meet him as the pain began to dull. Her excitement began to build again as her increase the pace. Balancing on one hand, he teased her breast with the other, pinching her nipple and rolling it between his fingers. She couldn't stop the moan escaping her lips, but managed to keep it quiet.

Kenoth moved faster, pounding into her. His cock began to twitch as he prepared to release. Mirshann felt something begin to build in her as well, as Kenoth impaled her.

He thrust roughly into her one final time as his cock exploded. The thing building in Mirshann reached its peak and erupted into waves of pleasure that raced through. She gasped as her walls contracted around Kenoth's cock. The massage on his cock milked him of his hot seed. Stream after stream of his cum spurted into her, filling her.

Exhausted, Kenoth lay on top of her, his spent cock still inside. Once he caught his breath, he got up, withdrawing from within her. He slid from the cot to the ground where he had set up his makeshift pillow and bedroll. Not caring that he was unclothed, he fell asleep.

Mirshann's head spun from the events that just occurred. She was aware of a dull ache between her legs and something dripping. The sound of Kenoth lightly snoring to her that he was already asleep. She briefly pondered what clothes she would have to wear, since her dress was destroyed. That problem would have to be solved later, she decided as she slipped into sleep.



Silent Cure



Silent Cure

We had Alexander tested before and the results were inconclusive. We hoped they could tell us something positive this time. These tests were so unnerving, he looked so alien surrounded by all the equipment. Large earphones dwarfed his head, and the tubes and wires made him look like some kind of machine. It appeared to me that the tests went well, but I had thought the same thing during the last tests. This time he seemed to respond properly to all the tonal scales, but the doctors looked concerned. The doctors told Charlotte, my wife, and I that they would need to repeat the tests in about six weeks. We left the hospital carrying that heavy burden, six weeks of wondering. I wasn’t sure we could bear it.

On the drive home I saw the dread in Charlotte’s eyes. I tried to act positive about everything, trying my best to cheer her up.

“Charlotte, try not to worry. Times have changed, it’s much different than it used to be, the doctors now have a lot of new treatments. You read about new breakthroughs every day and they handle things so differently than they did when we were kids. Remember? Do you remember the quarantines, remember the ‘houses,’ remember all the little kids? It’s just not like that anymore, it’s all so much better.”

“But I wanted Alexander to be so perfect, like my sister’s kids. They all tested perfectly in every test,” she said.

“He is perfect! If the tests show a problem, then it is just that he is sick, nothing more. Some kids still get sick you know. They are on the verge of developing a shot that can cure him. By the time we take him back for the next set of tests it should be available. No more operations, they can cure it with a shot.”

We didn’t talk any more for the rest of the drive. I needed to concentrate on the road, the rain increased and I felt more comfortable with both hands on the wheel. I glanced in my mirror at him sleeping peacefully in the back seat. I glanced over at my wife and noticed a tear running down her cheek. Damn it, he is perfect, he is! 

As the weeks passed we accepted the fact he was probably ill. Alexander’s nervousness increased, he jumped and started for no apparent reason. He often cowered during thunderstorms and always seemed distracted. All the symptoms were there. We didn’t talk about it, but we knew. Disheartened, we hoped and prayed for him, only the chance of further developments on the cure kept us going. Reports we kept hearing indicated that release of the drug was immanent.

Exactly one week before our appointment they announced shipment of the cure. The announcement said that clinics and doctors could begin administering the drug immediately. Finally, the cure was available and it, along with a vaccine they would release in the following weeks would wipe out the illness altogether. The plague was over!

When we returned to the clinic, the tests went smoothly. Yes, they confirmed he was ill, but they gave him a shot and asked us to wait 30 minutes. After the wait the doctor entered.

We watched intently as he spoke. “Well, as you know, we confirmed Alexander’s illness. The shot we gave him affects only a tiny part of the brain, it breaks down the neural pathways. Let’s see how it worked.”

He took my son aside, looked in his ears and smiled to my wife and me. He then took a small air-- horn out of a desk drawer and held it up to my son’s ear. The air spiraled out of the horn as the doctor pressed the button. My son stood quietly, calmly looking around. The doctor smiled at us: “Everything is fine!”

Charlotte and I both cried at the news. We hugged each other, then Alexander, and then we hugged the doctor. Overjoyed we quickly skipped out to the car, we couldn’t wait to get home. As we pulled out of the hospital parking lot I looked at the large digital sign on the bank.

“It’s going to be a scorcher today,” I pointed to the sign. The sign read: 400. “Four hundred decibels and its only ten o’clock. Yes a real scorcher.”

I returned to my driving putting both hands on the wheel. I saw my son moving his fingers. “Daddy.” Daddy, did I imagine that, or did he sign his first word? Yes, his first word, he is perfect!



Silent Dancing



Everyone is watching everyone. That’s what she was taught. Her first cogniscent moment was the face of an elder, leaning into her face and whispering the words.

“Watch everyone. Trust no one.”

The first time, she was far too young to know what the words meant. But even her innocent, child eyes could see the menace and fear mingled in the elder’s face. She understood that she was being told about something that would flow through every element of her life. 

The elder’s words were, she came to realise, a mantra for their times. Since the revolution, the calendars had been wound back to zero. Nothing was to exist before the day when the revolution conquered all, and ushered in a time of peace and joy for everyone. Peace and joy that was brutally reinforced by a police state. For Leoni, this was society, and the only one she’d ever known.

As she grew, she realised that her parents had been alive before the revolution. But she could not imagine what they would have done. Nothing, it seemed, had existed before the leader arrived, and without his beneficence, nothing would. They seemed to have had no life prior to this moment, and their eyes opened wide with horror when, as a small child, she’d asked what they did when they were young. She’d been ushered into a corner, away from any other eyes and ears, and told never to speak of that time. Not under any circumstances, in front of anyone, at any time. They looked her straight in the eye and told her that if she ever asked again, she would die.

Her parents both worked in the factory on the edge of the town. From a distance, they looked identical, in their plain brown smocks and moccasins. They had an identical walk, a subjugated, head-down pose of small steps, intended to leave as light an impression on the earth as possible. They did everything they could to remain meek, mild, and totally invisible. Their brown smocks depicted their station as level three, between the leather-skinned agricultural workers at level two, and the level four of the coal miners. Level five and above – teachers, doctors, leaders – got to wear grey. Those at level one wore black, and seldom lived past twenty five.

While they were at work, Leoni was schooled in the large hall in the centre of town. The siren heralded mass movement for all, a seething, pitching, wringing mass of people sliding and writhing across each other, like a pit of snakes, as they untangled themselves into a series of destinations – school, barracks, factory. None of them making a single sound, save the occasional retching cough from a miner. 

Soldiers lined the route in studied indifference, staring vacantly at the middle distance, yet intimidating with their brutal coldness. No life or light danced within their eyes – it had been trained out long before they were allowed duty. If it could not be trained out, it was beaten out. If it could not be beaten out, they were thrown from the cliff on moonless nights. Occasionally Leoni would hear a scuttling and shuffling of feet outside the house, and she believed this was an untrainable soldier being taken to the cliff. But she never knew for sure. No-one ever talked about it. 

School was a series of repetition drills, for nothing in this world was written down, save the leader’s name. They repeated these mantras for an hour every morning, even though they had long since learned them by heart. It seemed pointless to Leoni, and she worried about this, because it meant that she did not take the mantras to heart. She was such a long way from real enlightenment, she feared she would never get there. And one day, someone might find out, and she’d be taken to the cliff in a shuffle of darkened footsteps. She never told anyone of this fear. Not even her parents. Because she was sure they would turn her over to the soldiers, and turn their backs on her. 

After repetition drills, an elder would come to the school and tell them of life before the revolution. Of the chaos, the disease, of burning birds falling onto cities, of screams and filth and hate. And of how the leaders fought a brilliant campaign to win, and how they should be thankful to live in such a peaceful and happy time. And after each elder had spoken, they would be made to stand, one by one in a vast hall of two thousand children, and say how happy and grateful they were.

Leoni could not understand why, if the elders could remember the horrors of the pre-revolution, her parents could not. But, one day, something happened to change Leoni’s world forever.

Leoni was fourteen, and approaching the age when she would be sent to the city to learn how to fight. Because although the revolution was successful, it seemed other nations wanted to take over their country, and it was necessary that everyone – men and women – knew how to fight. If the time came during war, they must be ready to help the brave soldiers who protected their land.

It was summer and the air, broiled in the soot and pollution from the factory that burned coal all day and night, simmered beneath a blanket of choking smoke. Water seemed to drip from every surface, and even the soldiers seemed to glisten slightly as they stood next to every doorway. Each house had a soldier, who would walk around the house, listening for sounds of…..of……what? Leoni didn’t know. And didn’t want to know. 

She had noticed that every summer, around the same time, she seemed to have one night when it appeared that she slept forever. One day in ten was a day of rest from school and factory, although they were expected to gather in the square at midday to receive their revolutionary lesson. At sunset, she sat with her parents for food. On the wooden table were three bowls, three cups, and a jug. She shovelled the rice into her mouth, pushing the food in too quickly, until a sharp knock on the table from her father made her slow down. 

He was a harsh man of few words. Just a look, and the occasional sound, were all it took to bring instant obeyal. She couldn’t conceive of not following his every command. His face and body seemed chiselled, and incapable of softening even for a second. Her mother was warmer, given even to the occasional encouraging smile, when she thought no-one could see. But, more often, she wore the haunted look of someone in fear of discovery. Leoni didn’t know why. 

She was encouraged to drink up, as it was bedtime. She had noticed that they hadn’t drunk their water. Which was strange, given the heat and the humidity. For some reason, she didn’t want to drink. When her parents looked towards the hilltop as the siren sounded, she quickly dashed the water into a barrel to her left. She bowed her head as she left the table, and the three of them went to bed. 

The darkness pressed against her face. She lay on her blanket, looking up to where she knew the ceiling to be. The only lights in the whole town were in the hands of the soldiers in the main barracks. Even the soldiers outside each house didn’t have one. With practice, you could persuade your mind to adjust to the light, and you could make out shapes and objects. 

Occasionally she could hear the footsteps of the soldier as he walked around the house. She knew the drill. Everyone knew the drill. Stand by the front door, count to one thousand, walk around the house, count to one thousand, and so on. So that all night there was a reminder of the all-encompassing eyes of the leader. 

Tonight she heard something else. A whispering. At first she thought it was outside the house, whose walls were thin and allowed every sound into the room where she lay. But then she realised that it was her parents. Her parents were talking, and moving. It was past the siren time, but they had not yet gone to sleep. She heard a slight creak, that she recognised as the opening of the door to her parents’ room. Very slowly, very carefully, she crept past the foot of her bed and opened the door an inch. The darkness in the main room seemed total, but as her eyes adjusted, she could see her parents, crouching in one corner. And what she saw astonished her. 

Her father had carefully moved his chair from the corner of the room, and he was now lifting a floorboard. He handed it to her mother, who placed it noiselessly on the chair. Her father reached in to the hole beneath the floor and pulled out a package. As he handed it to her mother, Leoni could see the flash of his teeth in the tiny glimmer of light in the room. For the first time in her life, she saw her father smile. 

They unravelled the package and, for a second, Leoni couldn’t make out what they were doing. Then she realised that they were dressing. The package contained clothing of some kind, though she had never seen it before, not even when the leader had visited the town and she’d seen the white and gold robe he wore. These clothes were strange, and seemed to serve no useful purpose. Her father was dressed mainly in black, but not the black of the wretched level ones. The lower half of the cloth seemed to form two pipes, one for each leg, with a shiny black stripe up each side. The upper half seemed to wrap around him, with a white undercloth, and a strange black thing shaped like a bat around his neck. The thought came unbidden to Leoni that her father was a handsome man.

Her mother’s cloth was stranger still. It was a wide piece of cloth that billowed around her legs and seemed to be wrapped inside itself somehow. It narrowed to her waist and then came out again. But there wasn’t enough of it and it left her shoulders bare. Leoni didn’t know what the colour was, except that she had seen something like it on a bird. She thought it was called red. But it was difficult to make out colour in the gloom.

She watched enraptured. Her parents were silent. They hadn’t made a single sound since they had left their room. She couldn’t imagine what was going on. But something about the way they moved, and the way they halted when the soldier passed, told her this was not allowed. When the soldier began to walk around the house, they froze. Literally, they didn’t move an inch. All three of them listened to the steady, measured march of the soldier, stepping slowly around the limits of their lives in even paces. When the strides stopped, her parents very slowly continued with their preparations. 

At last, it seemed, they were ready. The moon came out from behind a cloud, and tiny slivers of silver-grey light pierced the reed shutters that covered the window. The shards of light seemed to explode into the room, and Leoni could see their faces much better now. She could barely control her breathing. Never in her life could she imagine anyone doing something as bold, as brave, as daring, as foolish. 

They padded silently to the centre of the room, their bare feet protruding from beneath these strange new clothes. They stood facing each other, their eyes barely a foot apart. Just staring, until their faces seemed to crumple a little and, she realised, they were smiling at each other. Not a small, nervous, encouraging smile. She’d seen those occasionally from her mother, but this was different. This was a smile that swept across both their faces and seemed to light them from within. It seemed to flush through their skin. The silver light played around their eyes, and their faces seemed changed, possibly irrevocably. She realised she could never see her parents in the same way. 

Her father’s hand reached around to her mother’s back, and alighted gently on her skin. Leoni could see that her mother’s breathing was soft but agitated, her back muscles flexing as she fought to gain oxygen without making a sound. Her mother’s arm swept up and lay almost absent-mindedly on the back of her father’s neck. Their other hands met in front of them. Palm to palm, barely touching. And then they began.

Leoni had never seen such movement, from anything. So achingly slow, so tantalisingly measured. A foot sliding across the dusty floorboard, a puff of dust whisping into the flashes of moonlight. Another foot tracing an arc to meet it. Then a slow, delicate move, up, across, around. And so silent. Their heads still, despite moving and swirling and dipping. Their bodies so close, but never touching. Always that inch apart, but longing, longing for each other. As if their desire could eat up that space and melt them into one, perfect whole. 

As they twirled silently, Leoni could see flashes of their faces in the intermittent moonlight. On the face of her mother and her father, she could see tears. Without schooling, without being told or taught, just from an instinct in every nerve she had, she knew that this was her parents’ way of showing love.

Abruptly, they stopped, in mid-step. They held their position, wordlessly, as silent as the chairs and the table. The soldier had started again. With the moon out, Leoni could make out elements of his silhouette as he began the methodical, almost mechanical, steps. Leoni’s eyes followed the filigreed darkness of the soldier’s movements, wincing and shuddering if she felt they were slowing. She swivelled to follow the soldier’s moves, but her parents did not. They remained frozen, their eyes locked onto each other. Gazing into each other’s souls for the strength they needed to hold out. At the window, the steps stopped.

The steps never stopped.

Ever. 

Leoni felt a rush of confusion. The soldier wasn’t back in position, she was sure of that, yet he had stopped. Still her parents held that high, sweeping position, her mother’s head tilted back, but her eyes on her husband. He held her, his tiring muscles beginning to shake, his eyes on his wife. Silence roared around the house, filling it, squeezing it. The soldier was silent. 

Then, a shuffle, and the walk resumed. Step, step, step, step, halt. The soldier was back in position, and her parents could move. The strange shuffling began again, and they twirled silently once more around the grey light of the house. At last, they came to a halt. They stood, again facing each other from inches away, smiling into each others’ faces. The tears had stopped now. Leoni’s father moved closer in, and his lips brushed against her mother’s. It was clear this held some meaning for them both, because when they parted, their smiles were bigger even than before. Leoni heard their whispered words, said in unison, but didn’t understand them.

“Happy anniversary”.  

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The next day, her parents behaved as if nothing had happened. But Leoni could not. She kept her head bowed more than usual, for she feared that if she looked into their faces, she would explode with questions. Questions she knew they could never answer. And questions, she was sure, that would make them send her to the cliff. Or, she thought, if I look at them they will see inside me, and know that I watched them. And then I will be sent to the cliff. 

Before the siren went, the three of them were having breakfast, when a soldier suddenly stood in the open doorway. He said nothing, but his imposing uniform and his gun dominated the entrance to the house. She would not learn about which soldier was which, until she went to learn to fight. But she could tell this soldier was more important than the soldier outside their house last night. He looked slowly around the room. A place for a fire, a table and chairs, and bare floorboards. He looked at Leoni’s father.

“You. Here.”

The words were spat. Her father rose from the table and, as he began to move towards the soldier, one hand quickly brushed across his wife’s. Something unspoken, and very deep, and very final, seemed to pass between them.  

The soldier was the same height as her father, but he seemed to dominate him through the power of the uniform. Her father stood rigid as the soldier slowly walked around him, using the same, even paces as the soldier the night before. Leoni and her mother looked down, and the world ceased to be more than three feet high. There was a sharp crack, and her father’s legs flinched slightly. Another crack, but no flinch this time. Then, suddenly, her father’s legs lurched outside and into the grim daylight. Leoni risked a glance upwards, and saw that several soldiers were taking her father away. 

Panic seized her. The cliff. It must be the cliff. She started to rise from the chair, but her mother grabbed her arm with a steely grip. She looked at her mother, and saw everything in the world within her eyes. Fear, resignation, a deep and fiercely burning love that could never be extinguished. But not hope. No more hope. Leoni’s eyes flooded with tears, and she collapsed into her mother’s chest, sobbing like a baby. The thought ripped through her that she would never see her father again. Ever.

Her mother held her tight, almost brutally tight. As if her grip could keep anything she loved close to her. Her mother’s gaze fell to her neighbours, who scuttled and fled back to their houses like startled birds in the face of her cool, clear look. One of you. One of you did this. One of you who shares the same fears, the same dreams.

Leoni was still expected to go to school. If she didn’t, the soldiers would return, and she couldn’t bear to think what they might do this time. She fought her way through the mass of people after the siren. Tears made her eyes shiny, and she kept wiping them with the sleeve of her smock. At school, she would feel fear, panic and sorrow rise from within her chest and try to punch its’ way out of her. She pummelled it down, her breath rising and falling as she fought to keep everything within. No-one asked her what was wrong. No comfort was offered. She wondered if she’d known anyone who had lost someone this way. She decided that she hadn’t. 

After school, she went as fast as she could to get home, without arousing the attention of the soldiers. Hustling, scampering steps that were just short of running. Her face smeared with drying tears, her mouth thin with the strain. She got home before her mother arrived from the factory.

Leoni moved quickly to prepare food. It was on the table when her mother arrived. She had never looked this way before. She looked very pale, and seemed so much smaller than she had yesterday. She was more hunched, more cowered, more beaten. As soon as she looked at Leoni they collapsed into each others’ arms. They staggered into Leoni’s room and fell onto the bed, out of sight of the neighbours, and the soldier. Holding each other seemed the only thing they could do. 

“Mother.”

Leoni’s words were choked and wrenched by her own sobbing.

“I saw you and father last night. I didn’t mean to, I just did. Is that why they took father away?”

Her mother stared into her eyes for a moment, and a shudder went through Leoni as she realised she could no longer predict her mother’s reactions. Her mother was so overcome with grief, almost any reaction was possible.

“No, Leoni. That wasn’t the reason. Your father stole some water from the factory. Just a small bottle. To give to his brother, who is sick. Someone told the soldiers about it this morning, so they took him away to the….cliff.”

She’d struggled through the whole explanation, tears falling from her eyes and her struggles for breath punctuating every line. They touched foreheads and cried some more. Eventually, her mother looked back up at Leoni.

“You must never speak of what you saw. Ever. It is forbidden. You and I would both go to the cliff if the soldiers ever found out.”

“But what is it, mother? What were you doing? I could see that it is forbidden. I saw you stop when the soldier walked past. But why?”

“It is an ancient form called dance. Your father and I used to dance all the time. We would dress up in costumes and dance and dance. But the leader has banned dance, because it is a form of expression that is outside the code. It is not mantra, and it is not a revolutionary song of courage. So it is forbidden. But we hid two costumes. Each year we celebrate the time of our wedding, by having one, silent dance.”




Silent Dancing



“Why have I not seen it before, mother?”

Her mother paused before answering.

“We were so afraid that, if you saw, you would tell someone about it. When you were younger, we thought you might run and tell a soldier, but as you grew we saw that would not happen. But still we worried that you might talk to someone accidentally, and then the neighbours would tell the soldiers. So we put something into your water, to make sure you slept.”

At last Leoni understood, why she had never seen this strange “dance” before. And she could see why her parents had risked everything for it. That brief, silent dance in the dark represented their former lives, and their spirit in this one. It retied the bonds between them, strengthened them, deepened them. She understood so much more about her parents now. So much had been opened out to her.

The siren went, and they cleared away the unfinished food. They would have to eat that before eating breakfast tomorrow, or the soldiers would find out, and ask questions. They might even search the house and find the costumes. Leoni understood that their lives had changed forever, in so many ways.

Leoni’s mother was awakened in the dark, by the creak of the door to her room. In the doorway was Leoni. But she was different. Her hair was slicked back and stuck close to her head. She was wearing the black and white costume. And held the red costume in her hand. 

Leoni whispered.

“Teach me, mother. Teach me to dance. And then we can dance every night.”

THE END



Silent Dream



When you come home late after a long, hard day . . . imagine me putting you comfortably in a couch, taking off your pants, and putting a blanket over your lap so you'll feel warm, and then giving you a cup of tea to drink. Tea always calms me down. Imagine then that I kneel on the floor before you and massage your feet, gently . . . holding them in my hands, carressing them, tending to them until you close your eyes and smile in pleasure. You enjoy the tranquility, the safety, and the warmth of the tea inside of you is making you sleepy. The only sound in the room is a tape with Sarah McLachlan playing quietly in the background.

My massage is helping your whole body to relax, and your feet feel much better now. And then my hands move further up . . . carressing your legs . . . moving over your naked skin, under the blanket . . . my head is resting against one of your knees for a while, while I close my eyes and just feel you . . . reaching in under the blanket higher and higher . . . back, and forth, back, and forth over your skin . . . until my hands are resting on your soft, sexy thighs. . . .

Imagine that I look up at you then, as my hands move over your thighs, toward your hips, touching your panties . . . I sit between your legs, spread them on both sides of me, and reach under your panties to carress the sides of your thighs. . . .

Then I rise on my knees to kiss you, carefully, while you put your hands on my shoulders and move your legs around my body. Your eyes are still closed, and we don't say anything. You feel as if you are in a dream, and everything is moving slowly. . . . It feels as if you are not in control of your body anymore, it is I who am making you do this. You are just moving along, drifting away, allowing my will to control you. . . .

I pull up the blanket over us, up to your shoulders, and then I move under it to let my mouth move over your legs, kissing my way upwards, following the path made by my hands. . . . I kiss you right above your panties, lick your naked skin gently, let my tongue glide over it to taste it, while my hands are holding your waist . . . then, I move up over your stomach to kiss you right below your breasts . . . gently lick the underside of your left breast, below the nipple, and then do the same with the other one . . . while my hands remove your panties. . . .

I pull down the blanket below my shoulders then, and kiss you while you lie down comfortably, with me on top of you, the blanket covering both of us. I kiss you again and again, with long, satisfying kisses . . . taste your mouth with my tongue, exploring you. . . . Yes. . . .

My hands move over your body, carressing you, our bodies pressing against each other and making us both very warm, your legs wrapped around me and pulling me close to you. You feel my hard erection against your inner thighs . . . your arms hold me tight as our lips and our tongues meet. And then I break the kiss and open my eyes, and I look at you and whisper your name. You say nothing, but now you open your eyes and look at me, your lips parted. I carress your cheek softly with my hand, letting my fingertips move over your lips that I have just tasted . . . I look at you, feel your secret desire, and you feel mine. . . .

And then, oh, then, I move one hand carefully between your legs, to feel your mound, carressing you so slowly, so gently, over your vagina. . . . When my fingers touch you I look into your eyes, savouring the pleasure I see in them. I lower my head to kiss you again, feeling your heavy breathing in my mouth, and my tongue reaches deep inside your mouth at the same moment my fingers reach inside of your vagina. I slowly glide inside of you, carressing your warm, wet flesh with my fingers, feel your muscles tighten around them. And then I break the kiss and move down, down under the blanket, to lick your wet pussy with my tongue, kiss your mound with my mouth . . . I let the tip of my tongue move over your pussy lips, then dance over your clit, stimulating you. I feel the vibrations in your body, and your excitement is my reward.

I open my mouth to taste you even more, and my tongue reaches inside your pussy where my fingers have been, probing your inner walls, finding your most sensitive spots to stimulate them. I make my tongue stiff and penetrate you with it . . . and then, I pull out of you and taste your clit once more, let my tongue stimulate it mercilessly while my fingers once again move inside of you, deep inside of you, exploring you, fucking you, my tongue licking your clit faster and faster and harder and harder until your whole body is shaking in ecstacy and you let out a deep moan as you finally come, the orgasm moving from my fingers and my tongue throughout every part of your body, like electric waves of sexual pleasure.

When it is finally finished I stop, and pull my fingers out of you one last time. And then I move up to kiss you, and hug you, and I smile as I ask if you enjoyed the service, and if you are feeling relaxed now. You smile back and I kiss you again, holding your beautiful body against mine, and let you rest in my arms as we both fall asleep . . . dreaming together. . . . 



Silent Dreams



Across the bar, he watched her smile and laugh, with great appreciation. She was radiant when she smiled, and when she laughed she glowed with energy. He sat at the table, sipping his now warm beer, watching her curves in the backlight of the door, her hips calling him, he breasts perky and stretching her shirt tighter. He watched his friends and people he didn't know as they talked to her, making her laugh, desiring her, wanting to be closer to her, and this just made him want her more. 

As he approached her, she smiled widely, and reached out her arm to hug him. She hadn't noticed he was there until now. He embraced her and ran his hands down her back and pushed his warm body against hers tightly. She was soft, and warm, and smelled like baby powder. As she pulled away, and grabbed her drink, she rested her hand on his thigh, drumming her fingers on the inside slowly, methodically, tantalizingly. It was driving him wild, and he suspected she knew this. 

As he sat at the bar, and she stood next to him, they had nice conversation. He had no idea what he was talking about; he didn't even know what words he had said. He was watching her mouth, her lips shiny with moisture, her breasts bouncing slightly as she gesticulated. He felt himself begin to swell, just slightly, and he realized he wanted her so badly now, that he was having a difficult time controlling it. He reached out, and put his hand on her hip, pulling her close to him, up against his thigh, he smiled at her, staring into her eyes. He was hoping she understood his advances. He wasn't very good at this, and she seems to like things straightforward.

She did understand. As he pulled her closely, she knew, this was he making his move. She had been waiting for months, being in the same room, talking all night, glancing, touching, but never anything serious. She allowed him to pull her closer to him, and met his glance. She turned and set her drink on the bar, touching his chest as she did so. When she turned back, she moved closer to him, between his legs, him settled on a bar stool. She pushed herself close, and ran her hands over his chest. She could feel him swelling already below his jeans, and that excited her even more. She leaned in and kissed him, slowly, nibbling on his bottom lip. She ran her fingers across the back of his neck, scratching the back of his head slightly, making it tingle. She ran her other hand up the inside of this thigh, resting it on his swollen crotch. Squeezing it slightly through his jeans, feeling him push himself against her trying to get up. He wanted to take her now, in the middle of the bar, he didn't care. 

She backed up from him, grabbing his arms and guiding him to his feet. He leaned in for a kiss; he wanted so badly to keep feeling her close to him. She put her hand on his chest and gave him a telling look. She grabbed his wrist and made her way through the bar, through the back, through the hall, dragging him behind her. She glides when she walks, he was thinking. Effortless, her hips tossing her shirt just slightly from side to side with each step, she moved with such grace and yet such sexual energy. They stopped at a door, and she spun around. There was that smile again, wide and bright, lighting everything around it. She backed up against the door, and pulled him against her. Spreading her legs slightly, pushing her hips against his. She put her hands on his face, kissed his bottom lip, as she placed her hands on his back and pulled him into her.

He was speechless. He wanted her so badly he had thought of nothing else for weeks, months even. As he stood there, throbbing in his jeans, pressed against her, breath heavy, he realized they were breathing together. She reached behind her and turned the doorknob, and pushed through it, pulling him with her. Once they were through, she shut the door, and locked it. He looked around him, they were in the alley, nothing but concrete, and bricks, and large metal dumpster in the corner. She walked backwards, pulling him with her, until they were concealed on the side of the wall. 

She slid out of her shoes, and tossed them aside. Now she stood there, under the moonlight, in a skirt and t-shirt, her hair hanging down, catching the light. She pushed him against the wall, not with force but with desire. As she kissed wildly, she ran her hands under his shirt, pushing it upwards exposing his chest. She began to lick his stomach, slowly, nibbling here and there. As she made it to his chest, she was gliding over his belt buckle with her long fingers. Before he knew it, his belt, along with his jeans, were around his ankles and he was pushed against the wall. He felt used, and he loved it. She slid her hand up his thighs, tickling, stroking, until she made it to his boxer briefs. She ran a finger through the waistband from one side to the other. The bulge in them was so large at this point it was tight as she teased him. She pulled them off, sending them to meet his pants at the bottom of the pile. 

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, as she took his cock into her mouth. She began to lick it, and run her tongue around it, he grew even more. She wanted him inside of her so badly, she ached for him. She stood up, and grabbed his hand, sliding it down her body, under her skirt. She slid his hand between her legs, letting him feel how wet and ready for him she was. He took the cue, and slid his fingers inside of her, pushing his thumb against her clit as he thrust his fingers deep, tickling her g spot. With his other hand, he slid off her shirt, caressing her breast, kissing her nipple. He could feel her rock and push into his hand, grinding into him, wanting him inside of her. 

He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him as he pushed her into the wall. She met his effort with an eager thrust of her hips and pulled his head to hers tighter. He moaned into her mouth with eagerness and desire pushing his thumb against her clit and sinking his fingers into her, feeling her push against his hand swallowing it. As she tightened around his hand her head rolled back and her lips parted as she let out a whispery moan and released herself to the climax. Her perfection in this moment brought him to his knees in awe and desire. His tongue dove deep, circling inside of her, making her buckle into him. 

The desire for him had become so overwhelming she could stand it no longer. She grabbed him by his hair and moved him back to meet her gaze. As she licked herself from his lips, she guided him down to the ground. He watched her eagerly as she stood above him, then began to kneel between his legs, her perfect breasts bouncing inside the black bra, begging to be touched again. With fluid motion, she straddled him and slid down on his throbbing desire. She rocked back and forth on it, rolling her hips around in circles and arching her back. Then she leaned forward and grabbed his hands, guiding one to her breast again and the other to her rocking wetness, sliding his hand between her lips. As he began to work at her ever growing excitement, she closed her eyes and her lips parted again, letting out soft breaths that increased with each push. He felt her tighten around him as she thrust herself forward onto his chest, grinding harder, her breath increasing. He met her movements and thrust himself inside of her faster until she released herself again to the pleasure and collapsed on his chest, panting and glistening in the moonlight with sweat.

She lifted herself off of him and climbed to her feet, straightening her skirt. As she bent over to pick up her shirt , he laid on the cold pavement marveling at the sight of her hoping to do it all again. She pulled her shirt on and tied her hair up in with a grace only she possessed. She sauntered across the alley and stuck out her hand to help him up. Once one his feet, standing naked in the night air, the moisture of their encounter glistening on his member, she kissed him softly then backed away. 

She disappeared into the bar and left him standing in the alley wondering if he'd imagined his brief encounter with the woman of his dreams.



Silent Encounter



This is my first attempt at writing erotic literature; any feedback or comments are welcome.

Our girls night out had been planned for ages, and something I was really looking forward to. Three friends and I were going to hit the town and party 'til dawn. It had taken me ages to get ready but I was pleased with the results, sexy and sophisticated but not trashy. Wearing my wrap-over black top (showing just enough of my ample cleavage to entice), and my long black skirt with the thigh high split, I knew I looked good. My hair dark and glossy was styled in its usual bobbed cut, and my blue eyes enhanced by eye-liner, shone with excitement.

It was already 8.30pm and I was running late, although the bar where I was meeting my friends was only a five minute walk, I grabbed my bag and hurried out of my flat. I arrived a little late but in time to meet my friends. Allison and Jane were there, but as usual we were waiting for Kathie. Allison is 5'5 and curvy, outspoken and outgoing, and in-between men. Jane is single, petite and quiet, doesn't drink but still knows how to have fun, whereas Kathie on the other hand is tall like me 5'8, and brunette. Although curvier than me she always looks good, and is due to get married in 6 months.

We got the first round of drinks and caught up on all the news we had to tell each other after three months. Just as we were sipping our second drink Kathie came rushing in, flustered and apologising for her usual lateness. Now the night out could really get underway. After Kathie had got herself a drink and settled down we sat down and started talking. 

As the drinks flowed, our laughter increased and the jokes came thick and fast, conversation turned to men, relationships and sex, the usual girls night out subjects. Our general laughter and merriment drew the attention of a table of men nearby, and my attention was drawn to one particular guy. Although I could only see him from the waist up (as he was sitting down) he looked toned and quite tall. He had short dark brown hair and the most intense sparkly blue eyes. I realised I had been staring as the guy in question caught my eye, and I blushed and looked away. Over the next couple of hours he caught me stealing quick glances at him, and each time our gaze held for longer. I guess the more I drank the more emboldened I became.

As the bar was closing we all decided to go on to a club, by this time we were very merry from the alcohol we'd consumed and the atmosphere. The club was smoky and dark, but played some great music. As 'It's Raining Men' came on we all piled onto the dance floor, excited and full of nostalgia for a time when we all met at University and this was our song. 

We sang and danced until our feet were sore, and as I was sipping my drink I noticed him. The guy from the bar was standing about ten feet away, facing me, and eyes locked onto my face. He noticed me notice him and grinned, leaning casually backwards onto the bar. I reddened at his intense look but didn't break our gaze. 'My God' I thought 'this guy is so hot, and he's staring at me'. My body tingled as I held his gaze, all the while imagining what it would feel like to touch him, to press my lips against his. Kathie broke into my thoughts by dragging me onto the dance floor, and when I looked back he had disappeared. Disappointed I turned my attention to dancing, and smiled at Kathie. As my body moved I felt something brush against me from behind, assuming someone had simply bumped into me I carried on, until this time I felt a hard, very male body, press against me. 

I turned to tell the guy in no uncertain terms that I wasn't interested, and locked eyes with my bar guy. Not giving me a chance to protest he lifted my arms in the air and gently gyrated his body in time to the music behind mine. It was so intense our bodies felt as if they burned where they made contact. As the song finished Kathie left us with a wink and a smile, and joined the others.

With his arm around my waist from behind, and one hand reaching to lock his fingers with mine, we danced. The pace of music had slowed as the night drew nearer to the end, and our bodies swayed in time to the music with an intensity I had never known. As he pressed against me I felt his hardness grinding into me through the thin material of his trousers. He had his arm around my waist with his hand pressed to my body just below my left breast, his thumb gently caressing my softness through the material of my top. I could feel his breath caress my ear gently as we moved together, and feel the slight brush of his lips against my neck. 

There was a heat between my thighs, a longing, a need, for him to touch me, but the wait would be exquisitely torturous. He held me gently but firmly in his grasp, continuing to tease me with his body, his every touch. As I turned to speak to him he pressed his fingers to my lips to hush me, and I knew instinctively that words would break the intensity. I stood there swaying to the music, feeling his erection press into me, knowing from his breathing that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, but that prolonging what would happen (and now I was sure it would!), would make it all the more passionate.

Suddenly he moved from behind me, grabbed my hand and pulled me across the dance floor after him. I followed him into a darkened hallway, where he hurriedly tried a few door handles. Our luck must have been in, because one opened. We rushed into the small room before being seen and locked the door behind us. Before I had a chance to look around I felt the brush of lips against mine, soft and warm and increasingly passionate. I felt myself being pushed backwards against the door, and his body pressing into mine, fingers entwined and my arms raised and pressed against the cool door.

My body instantly responded to his, pressing against him as he pushed forward holding me between the door and his body. I let out a small moan as he released one of my hands and raised his to squeeze my breast roughly. His thumb traced over my nipple, which was now hard and very visible through the fabric of my top. I arched my back giving him encouragement, pressing my body to him. Suddenly his hand was on my bare skin under my top making me quiver, and in one deft movement he released the catch on my bra. His hands moved around to my front, and slowly, gently, teasingly, he raised both of them until they caressed my bare breasts. I couldn't help the sigh of pleasure that escaped my lips as he touched me, and my breathing quickened as he raised my top and discarded my bra to allow him to take a nipple in his mouth. He sucked and nibbled it, and then instinctively knowing what I wanted, he bit gently. 

My hands pulled at him urgently and he bit harder, eliciting more moans from me. He started to move lower and his hands found the split in my skirt. They traced their way slowly up my thighs, and I heard him groan as the material of my stockings gave way to warm bare flesh. I could feel his fingers trace the lines of my stocking tops and garter belt, working their way higher touching my bare arse as he found that I was wearing only a small lacy thong. He grabbed my arse with both hands and pulled me towards him, burying his face in me. I could feel his nose press my clit through the material of my thong, and feel his tongue trace a wet line around my sparse underwear. 

Then he moved aside the small V of material covering my pussy and lapped gently at me. His tongue pressed against my most secret of places, and he raised his hand gently parting me with his fingers. My knees nearly buckled at the first touch of his warm, wet tongue caressing my clit, and I pulled his head towards me urging him on. His tongue flicked a steady continuous rhythm against me, causing me to gasp and writhe around at his touch. As his tongue worked at me, he raised his finger to my pussy and slowly and teasingly inserted it, my wetness making it an easy journey. He now placed a second finger at my entrance and pushed gently inside. I could feel the pressure build inside me, and that familiar tingling sensation at the feel of his tongue on my clit and his fingers working inside me. My breathing was heavy and my moans loud, my back arched and my body became rigid as waves of pleasure flowed through me, my orgasm crashing down onto me. 

It took me a couple of moments before I could move, but I raised him to his feet and drew him close. He kissed me passionately, and I could taste myself faintly on his tongue. Again he pressed himself to me, and I knew he wanted me badly. My hands ran up underneath his shirt, touching and caressing his chest, tracing my fingers lightly over his warm skin. My hands moved lower and I felt his stomach muscles quiver as they reached his waist. I could feel his cock pressing into me like an iron bar, and the soft moans he made as I began to slowly unbutton his trousers spurred me on.

I fell to my knees and traced my tongue along his stomach above the waistband of his boxer shorts, my fingers tracing the line of his hard cock through the material of his underwear. I slid his boxer shorts down his legs until his cock was right in front of my eyes, rigid and thick and twitching with expectation. I moved closer, millimetres from touching, letting my breath caress him, teasing him with what I was about to do. And then I was there, my tongue flicked over the head of his cock, my hand grasping it at the base to guide it to my warm, wet, waiting mouth.

As I took him deep into my mouth I heard him moan aloud, the sound encouraging me. I picked up a slow even rhythm with my hand and mouth, occasionally teasing the head of his cock with my tongue. My other hand moved between his legs and caressed his balls as I took him in and out of my mouth. His breathing became faster and shallower and he started to move his hips to my rhythm, his cock becoming even harder, and then abruptly he was pulling me up to him. I knew he was close and didn't want to come too soon.

My mouth found his urgently, and my body shook with desire for him, wanting to feel him deep inside me, making me shudder with pleasure. I grasped his hips and pressed myself to him and his desire matched mine, he raised my leg to his waist gripping me firmly under my knee, and I could feel the swollen head of his cock press against my entrance. Slowly he pushed into me, my body offering no resistance, my wetness making his hard cock slide into me with ease. He filled me completely, totally and started to thrust in and out slowly, languidly, and teasingly. He couldn't keep this slow pace up for long, our desire too strong to allow for intimate, sensual, slow sex.

With one hand he pulled me down onto him, thrusting hard and deep into me. A jolt of pleasure shot through me and I gasped aloud. He started to thrust harder into me, our eyes meeting and turning the experience into something more than just animal lust. With each thrust he moaned aloud, my tightness and obvious arousal increasing the sensations. I threw my head back as he thrust harder and deeper, my whimpers almost constant. 

Reaching down between us his fingers found my clit, hard and swollen. His thrusts became quicker, as he touched my most sensitive place and my whimpers became loud gasps. My senses heightened, aware of every nerve ending in my body, every sensation, and every touch of him. The bass of the music from the dance floor, only a few metres away, sent vibrations through the door and into my body. Knowing that people may have been only inches from us on the other side, all increased the excitement. 

His thrusts became almost frantic now, his fingers still touching me, and his cock driving deep inside me. My body tensed and tingled, my moans loud in his ear, my hands pulling him deeper, the tension in my body almost at its peak. And then I was coming, waves of pleasure flowing through me, one after the other, radiating from my core to the very tips of my fingers, my inner muscles grasping him, holding him there. I felt him go rigid, every muscle tensing, grunting with every thrust into me. His breathing ragged as his cock twitched inside me, his orgasm washing over him as he came, spurting his seed deep within. 

For a few seconds afterwards we remained locked together, neither one of us wanting the moment to end. Eventually he leaned backwards and his lips met mine in a soft kiss. Afterwards, not knowing what to say, I adjusted my clothing. When I looked up again he had slipped away, un-noticed. At first I was in shock at what had happened, I simply didn't do this kind of thing, and I had never had a one-night stand before. Something about him made me drop all barriers and obviously all common sense.

After I'd got home that night I couldn't take my mind off of him, and after a restless couple of hours, I got out of bed and got a glass of water. On my way back to the bedroom I noticed a piece of plain white paper neatly folded and pushed under my front door, I'd obviously missed it earlier as the door had pushed it against the wall. Scooping to pick it up I scanned the page and recognised Allison's handwriting explaining that someone wanted me to get in contact. There on the page was a name and telephone number, one I knew I'd ring!



Silent Goodbye



In the dead of the night, I come to you. No words are spoken between us but I can read your body language. The look in your eyes is saying that you want to make love to me. Our lips meet when we embrace. Your hands caressing my face and neck. Your tongue tasting my lips. Your hands softly gliding down my arms to interlock your fingers with mine. You gaze deeply in to my eyes. Still no words are spoken. As we embrace once more, I hear your breath in my ear. I feel your soft passionate lips on my neck; your warm, moist tongue tasting my skin. We grip each other's hands as we stand close together. Our bodies feeling like one.

You gently lead me to the bedroom. I adoringly watch as you spark the candles and play soft, seductive music. As you stand in front of me, you unbutton my shirt very slowly; deeply gazing in to my eyes. My shirt falls to the floor, exposing my bare breasts. My nipples are very warm and hard. You cannot resist the overwhelming urge to take them in your mouth. Slowly and gently sucking one while massaging the other. I run my fingernails through your hair.

My legs growing weaker by the moment. You drop to your knees and wrap your arms around my waist. Your hands feeling and grabbing my ass then moving between my legs to feel the warmth through my jeans. The temptation is too great. You must feel me. You begin kissing my stomach as you unzip my jeans and slide them slowly down my hips. You run your fingers softly back up my legs to remove my panties. After removing my panties, you sit me on the edge of the bed. I feel your tongue on my ankle, slowly moving up to my knee then up to my inner thigh. 

You stop once you reach my inner thigh and I feel your lips begin to suck my creamy soft skin. As you gently bite, I feel your fingers move inside of me to experience my wetness. Then I feel your hands on my knees, softly pushing them further apart. Your arms interlock around my knees and pull me closer to the edge of the bed as I lie back. I feel your cool breath on my warm pussy. 

Then your tongue on my clit. Moving up and down very slowly, tasting every part of me. My moans grow louder as you continue to pleasure me. Your lips sucking on my clit, your fingers once more inside of me. I cum for the first time. I hear you moaning while you taste my sweet essence that you have helped bring about. I move my hips back and forth while your tongue penetrates me. My body quivering from the intense pleasure. Your hands still caressing my breasts. You then move on top of me and hold me tight. I feel the hardness of your cock on my body.

I roll you over on your back and straddle your hips. I feel your fingers on my clit again, rubbing very quickly but not too hard. I rip your shirt open and slide my fingernails down your chest. I lean down to take your nipple in my mouth. Gentle biting, then deep hard sucking. I flick my tongue over them and lightly blow making them very hard. I unzip your jeans to release your confinement. I slide my hips down your legs until I am kneeling on the floor. 

As I pull your jeans down your hips, I realize that you are not wearing any underwear. Your cock is so hard that it stands straight up as if it were saluting me for a job well done. My lips go straight for your inner thigh. Sucking very hard to leave my mark. I feel your hands grabbing and pulling my hair. I move to your other thigh to leave my mark there as well. I feel your hardness against my cheek. With my tongue, I lick your cock very slowly and gently from the base to the tip. Then I quickly take you in my mouth. I suck harder and harder as you thrust your hips forward. You sit up and grab my face to look at me. You stare deeply in to my eyes. You hold my hands and slowly lay back as I climb on top of you again, rubbing my clit with your cock. You grab my hips and I slide you inside of me very slowly.

Your thickness and hardness occupying every part of me inside. As I move my hips back and forth, sliding you in and out, you rub my G spot. I move faster and faster, the intensity building up inside of me. We grip hands very tightly as we both orgasm intensely and loudly. Your juices meeting mine. Our hearts beating rapidly, quick and shallow breaths, sweat glistening on our bodies. 

I keep you inside of me for as long as possible. You hold me close and tight. Still no words have been spoken between us. I slowly move you out of me then lie by your side. You wrap your arms around me and out your knee between my legs. We lie quietly together, gently caressing and touching. You rest your head between my shoulder and neck, your soft kisses on my neck, your breath on my skin. 

You quietly fall asleep. As I get dressed, I watch you peacefully sleeping. Reflecting on what we just shared together, and it makes me smile. I softly kiss your forehead then blow out the candles. I do not wake you for it is hard for me to say good bye. I just hope that when you think of me, you will smile and remember...



Silent Love



As I looked down at my best friend, big Bob, it was hard to believe the condition he was in. Just three days prior, this huge man was tossing logging chains around as though they were toys. A truck driver by trade, Bob was only thirty-five and could out work, out drink, and out fight men fifteen years younger than him. Just three days and now he is lying here in the ICU room clinging to life. Big Bob was brought down by the smallest of things, the H1N1 flu virus. His once massive chest no longer moved, even his lungs shut down, a machine was oxygenating his blood for him. Ol' big Bob was clinging to life itself—just barely clinging to life itself.

I touched his massive hand and smiled the best I could. "Bob, let those bugs know who's the boss and kick their ass," I said as I watched him lay motionless on the bed.

I turned and left the ICU; my time was up. Sarah, Bob's wife, was waiting her turn to go sit by her husband. Bob's two younger daughters, Diane and Karen, were there as well. Bob's oldest daughter, Wendy, was still away at college and had not yet made it back to Boston to be with her dad. 

As I closed the curtain behind me, Sarah asked, "Jim, do you think he looks better? Maybe just a bit better today?"

I didn't have the heart to tell her no, so I smiled a weak smile and said, "Perhaps just a smidgen Sarah. Yeah, today perhaps a smidgen." 

I lied.

But the lie worked, as Sarah seemed to brighten up just a bit. 

I said my goodbyes and told the trio I would be back tomorrow. I'd stopped by on my way home like I have been for the past three days. 

"Karen, you got my email and cell phone numbers right? 

Karen nodded her head and I left the room. Sarah wasn't up to speed with technology, but I knew her youngest daughter was.

Now I don't know whether it was from all the stress I've been under these few days, or maybe I was seeing things differently. However I looked at it, for the last two nights, I remembered seeing the same woman wandering around in the hospital lobby. She seemed somewhat out there, almost in a daze, just walking around aimlessly. She looked out of place, like Glen Beck at an Obama rally.

Today, I passed her at the hospital cafeteria; she just stood near the doorway and was watching the food being served. I walked by her and then stopped. She just stood there watching, watching hospital cafeteria food being served. I moved out of the way so others had room to pass by. She just stood there, looking at the trays of food. Hospital food.

She had this rumpled look about her. Her hair was light brown leaning towards sandy blond, about shoulder length, and it fell across her eyes like a gray mop. A dark brown knit-stocking hat was pulled down to her ears. Her face looked dirty and her eyes were dark. A ratty-looking worn-out shirt covered her body. A pair of well-worn sneakers were on her feet; she wore no socks. She appeared to stand about five-foot three or so. Faded blue jeans with holes covered her legs. She looked disheveled, tired and hungry. 

I turned back around and started walking to the parking garage ready to make my way home. Halfway through the lobby, I stopped. I couldn't explain why, but something didn't seem right. It didn't feel right. I turned and retraced my steps back to the cafeteria, and there she was, still watching the cafeteria staff hand out plates of food to waiting customers. 

I walked up to her.

"Say, you can't be that hungry to want hospital cafeteria food now do you?"

I got no response. Nothing, nada, zilch, not even a get the hell away from me response. 

I tried again, "Nothing like a tuna and bacon melt to pique one's interest in Martha Stewart cooking is there?"

Nothing. 

Now, I've never been a prize to most women, I'm not that hard on the eyes, but after the second try most would either kick at me or throw something. This girl did neither. It seemed that a line was drawn in the sand; I wouldn't surrender yet.

I reached out and touched her shoulder. She jumped back, startled, then she turned from me. "Hello…Are you okay?" No response again. I was getting pissed off.

I reached out to her again and just as I was ready to touch her shoulder she turned to me. I could see that there was a sheet of paper stuck in her shirt pocket. Then I noticed it was from the hospital emergency room as the hospital logo was clearly visible from the outside.

Before I could react, she reached out and in a wink of an eye pulled a pen out of my shirt pocket. She looked around and retrieved a newspaper from the trashcan. She lifted her knee up using it to steady the paper while she wrote along the margin. She tore off a sliver and handed it to me along with my pen. Her writing was jerky and hard to read, but I could make it out. She seemed to be on something. I thought, "God, a druggie in a hospital."

She had written, "My name is Lisa. I'm deaf. I can't speak. If you talk clearly, I can read your lips. I have no money and I'm very hungry. If you would buy me something to eat, I will give you whatever you desire of me."

I always thought I was a good judge of people. I looked back at this young woman, and I could see in her eyes she was desperate, hungry, alone, and scared, but she was no hooker. A hooker wouldn't be turning Johns in a hospital trading sex for a tuna fish sandwich. This was an act of desperation.

Studying her face, I said, "Lisa. My name is Jim. Do you understand?"

She nodded her head up and down.

"I will get you some food, all you can eat, and you don't need to give me sex in return. Is that a deal?"

Lisa smiled and nodded her head again. I extended my hand to her and she placed her's inside mine. I led her to the front of the cafeteria line, and we both grabbed a tray. As we slowly worked our way through the cafeteria, she loaded up her tray as though it was her last meal. As I found out later, it was her first meal.

She went through the food she had on her tray like a famished dog. Barely looking up as she ate, I tapped on the table to get her attention and when she glanced up, I indicated to her I would like to see what was in her pocket. She looked over and pulled the sheet of paper out, handed it to me, and returned to her food.

As I read over the document, it seemed that she come in about the same time as big Bob, and was treated for some type of infection. It also appeared that someone from family services was supposed to make contact with her. That contact never materialized. She had roamed the hospital for three days, stranded with no money and no food. She was deaf, mute and all alone in her own silent world. The more I read, the clearer things became. Well now, that's not quite true. Nothing was really any clearer, but there were fewer holes in this mystery. 

It seemed that my silent friend was Lisa McHenry. She was twenty-nine years old, the same age as I. It appeared that Boston's finest found her wandering around the business district the other night. She had no ID on her, no wallet, no purse, and no money. They considered her a homeless person and brought her down here. That's the end of the story.

Looking back at Lisa, she seemed tired. For the present, she was no longer hungry. I noticed her fingers, were well manicured and polished. Her eyes were bright, not like the eyes of a druggie or addict. Clearly there was a story behind this lady. It seemed the more I looked at her, the more I was drawn into the drama set before me.

While Lisa was eating, I noticed the sleeves of her shirt were rolled up her arms, I could see no needle marks or tracks. Lisa wasn't on heroin or coke.

I touched her hand, she looked up, "Lisa do you have a place to stay tonight?"

She shook her head side-to-side, I knew what that meant. 

"Lisa do you have any family? Any friends you can stay with?"

Lisa looked down at her empty cafeteria tray and shook her head.

"Damn!" I muttered under my breath. I thought, "Run Jim. Get your ass up from the table and go. She's not your problem."

I just couldn't do that. 

I reached over and lifted her chin up. I spoke very slowly and as clearly as I felt I could. I swallowed hard, hell I didn't know what I was getting into and said to her, "Lisa I have an extra room at my house. You are welcome to stay with me tonight. You can get a shower, and I might have some clothes you can wear. You and I can get things worked out in the morning. I won't hurt you…scouts honor!"

Lisa took the cafeteria bill and turned it over as she reached out her hand for my pen. With pen in hand, she wrote, "I'm afraid…You'll hurt me…"

"I will never hurt you Lisa, you have my word on it as a gentleman and a scholar."

She smiled again and when I stood to leave, she followed my lead. I extended my hand to her and she grabbed hold of it. She had a weak grip, a very weak grip. I led the way with her following behind.

When we approached the dimly lighted parking garage, she got a bit anxious, and rightly so, I hate those damn things as well. I smiled and squeezed her hand to reassure her she was not in trouble, still safe, and we walked to my car. It surprised her when I opened her door; I guess she wasn't used to being treated with kindness. 

It's hard to have a conversation with someone you don't really know, but try to make conversation with a stranger that can't hear what you're saying is really hard. Lucky for the both of us, I lived only a few miles from the hospital and we pulled into the driveway within ten minutes. When we entered my house, Lisa seemed to relax, although she was still a bit skittish. I smiled back at her, trying to make her feel at ease. I hoped she felt she wasn't going to be raped. I asked her to take a seat by the kitchen table.

Now you talk about an 'aha' moment. God! What an idiot! What was I thinking? Sarah and Wendy. When Wendy was a kid, she had some bug that left her deaf. Sarah is well versed in American Sign Language. Why didn't I think of that when Lisa and I were at the hospital? 

I got on the phone with Sarah. Sarah was a short bleach bottle blonde, and she was tougher than a box of rusty nails. She could drop a transmission out of your F-150 on a Saturday afternoon and look smoke'n hot wearing a mini dress later that evening. She had a taste for Crown Royal with a warm Diet Coke chaser. She could drink with the best and could out swear George Patton. Big Bob once told me she went into a bar one night and twenty minutes later seven sailors ran out.

Even with such a hard exterior, inside she had a heart the size of Colorado. I called and explained what had transpired since I left the ICU room. 

"Great Sarah, we'll be here," and I hung up the phone.

Sarah and Bob live just four miles down the road from me; it seemed that within a minute or two there was a knock on the door. Sure enough, there stood Sarah. 

"Come on in Sarah. Let me explain what's happening here."

As I filled Sarah in on the events leading to her impromptu visit, she walked over to Lisa and began to sign to her. I could see on Lisa's face that Sarah had opened the floodgates and the two began to communicate with earnest. 

"Jim, get over here," Sarah belted out, "She wants to talk to you."

"She says thank you for the food and the offer to stay here tonight. She says she has no way of paying you back."

As Lisa signed with Sarah, the picture of how and why she ended up at the hospital became clearer. It seemed that her one time boyfriend had hit her, and she left his apartment. That's when the police picked her up and took her to the hospital. Unable to communicate with her, they deemed her mentally challenged and she got lost in the system after she saw the emergency room doctors. They apparently treated her for an infection on her thigh.

"Sarah, ask her whether she would like to get that shower I had promised."

Sarah shot back, "Speak to her, not to me. She can read lips like Wendy can. I'll interpret what she says, she's a person damn it. Talk to her as you do anyone else. She's deaf, not stupid!"

I turned and faced Lisa, "Lisa, would you like to take a shower?"

Lisa smiled and nodded her head acknowledging my question. 

"Great! I'll let Sarah show you where the bathroom is and I'll grab some sheets and make up the spare bed."

I was just pulling some blankets down from a shelve when I heard Sarah cry out, "Jim, get your ass in here right now!"

Thinking that maybe Lisa fell, I ran to the bathroom, and when I opened the door, there stood Lisa with her bare back to me wearing only a pair of old white cotton panties. Sarah, however, was absolutely beet red. I swear I could hear her heart beating from ten feet away. I've seen Sarah really mad only once before. She threw an air impact gun at big Bob and while she missed him, she managed to impale the impact gun in the garage wall. Sarah was pissed off smoking mad.

"Jim… Look at her back!"

I looked at my house guest and was appalled at the sight before me. All along Lisa's back were large red welts that continued down her thighs to the back of her legs. 

"Jim, that's not all, look!" Sarah signed something to Lisa, and she turned around to face me. Lisa hid herself with her arms from my eyes and then as though she felt safe, she dropped her hands from her breasts. 

"Jim! Do you see! Just look what that son-of-a-bitch did to her!" 

I looked down at Lisa's chest trying hard not to stare, but I saw exactly what Sarah did, there were cigarette burns all along her chest. I counted over ten burn marks on her body. One burn mark was on her right breast. Another one had become infected and was located almost at her waistline. 

Sarah began talking away with Lisa; the fingers and hands of both women were flying. I stood clueless as to what was unfolding in front of me.

Sarah stopped signing and walked over to the sink, took out a washcloth from the drawer and then she drew out some hot water, wringing out the cloth several times. Now I've known Sarah for, well since forever, and I've never seen her as gentle as she was then. She took the cloth and placed it on Lisa's cheek, then ran the cloth around her eyes. She gave it to Lisa and looked back at me, "That's not dirt, that's a bruise. Lisa's got two black eyes! That son-of-a-bitch!"

Now it's a good thing that Lisa was deaf, for Sarah let out a torrent of curse words that damn near blistered the enamel off the shower wall. When she finally calmed down, just a bit calmer, she said, "If I ever find out who done this to this beautiful young woman, I'll cut his cock off and stuff it down his God damn throat!" Like I said, she was a bit calmer.

Lisa got herself in the shower and turned the water on, Sarah took me to the side and we began to talk. Mist from the shower filled the bathroom.

Sarah looked over to me, "Jim, this woman needs stuff. Lots of stuff. You up for it at this time of night?"

"Sure, I'm game what do you need? I'll run, you stay here and get her out of the shower and ready for bed."

"Well first things first, I need a large garbage bag. I'm going to toss all her clothes and shoes, they're nasty. Now, you're going to need a piece of paper to write this all down; I don't want you to forget anything. Are you ready?" Sarah asked.

Lucky for me, I had a tablet on the end table in the living room and made a mad dash for it and returned in a second. "Shoot!"

"Okay, first off you need to get her several bras, better yet, make that six. Let me see, her old bra says 34A. Get that size. Get something feminine but not trashy, I know how you men are! A little bit of lace is fine, but don't go over board. Got it?"

"Yes, feminine, not trashy. 34A. Got it. Shoot me more!"

Sarah continued, "She'll need some panties. Same thing. Get her something a bit lacey, but no thongs or other bullshit like that. No fire engine red or shit like that either. Beige, white maybe some pastels in yellow or green.

"Lisa has a fine pair of legs, I bet she shows them off. I know I would. Get her several pairs of pantyhose. Get her some off black and maybe some darker tan colors such as coffee. That way she won't need to worry about those bruises on her legs. With me so far?"

 "I'm up to speed, what's next?"

"Well we can't have her running around without nothing on, so she'll need some jeans. It's hard to tell what size her old ones are, but it looks like a size five. I'd start there. Pick up four pairs in different shades of blue. Oh, and get at least one pair of black dress slacks.

"She'll need several shirts. Get some bright colors to match those brilliant blue eyes of her's. See whether they have long sleeved shirts, so those damn bruises won't show. 

"She'll need some shoes, the tag inside her old ones looks like about size eight and a half. Just get her two pairs of sneakers for right now. Keep your receipt just in case they don't fit! Don't forget a few packages of socks, too!

"Oh shit. She has two prescriptions for antibiotics. Get those filled and get some bandages, too.

"One last item, pick up some cosmetics, just get a name brand and something in neutral shades. She can get something to her liking later, but for now, I know after what she had been through; I'd like to look nice. Where are you planning on getting all this at this time of night anyway?"

"Walmart!" I said," There's a super store about fifteen minutes from here."

Sarah walked with me to the door, and then grabbed my arm, stopping me in my tracks. "Jim, that's going to set you back a lot bucks, you covered?"

"No problem! I've been saving up for a rainy day and today looks as good as any other day."

Sarah reached down her shirt's neckline and pulled something out of her bra, then handed it to me. It was a warm hundred-dollar bill folded and curved to the shape of her breast. 

Sarah smiled and said, "Here this should help a bit."

"Sarah this is not your problem," I protested, "You were saving this for something?"

"Jim, it's just my drinking money. Take the money, Jim."

Now some men might have argued, but some men don't know Sarah as I do; I stashed the bill in my shirt.

"Stay with her till I get back won't you?"

"I'll be right here Jim."

And with that I got in my car and headed to Walmart.

It took me about an hour and half of shopping to get all the items Sarah had requested, and a shopping cart later I pulled into my driveway. 

Sarah greeted me at the door and started to help me unload the car. Sarah told me that Lisa crashed and was lying on the bed. They had dug around and found one of my white shirts and used that as a nightshirt for Lisa. We sorted out the packages and cut off tags, placing her clothes into an empty dresser I kept in the spare room. Lisa was so tired and worn out she never knew we were in the room with her. 

My shirt wasn't quite long enough to cover her completely, and her bottom was exposed; showing me everything she had. Sarah caught me looking at Lisa's body out of the corner of her eye.   "She's quite attractive don't you think? Why would any man want to beat such a beautiful woman like that is beyond me. I hope he rots in hell." 

 Sarah pulled out one of the panties I had just purchased and handed them to me, "Here, you should cover her up; it will make her feel better in the morning."

"Sarah! I can't do that! She'll have kittens knowing I saw her like this."

"Oh for crying aloud, it's not as though this is the first time you've seen a woman's bare ass sticking out from under the sheets before. And I'd bet the farm it's not the first time Lisa let a man see her like this either."

"Well let me think this over…Sarah, thanks so much for coming over. I'd never been able to get through to her. Do you think you could come over and help get her dressed?"




Silent Love



Oh boy was that the wrong thing to say! Sarah looked at me with a stare that could melt stainless steel.

"Jesus Christ, Jim, she's deaf, not a retard! She can't hear, that doesn't make her an invalid! I know perfectly well that Lisa can dress herself and brush her teeth. She's human. Damn it, she's just as normal as we both are. Treat her like that. But, you'd better brush up on signing; you'll need it if you two become more than friends. I've gotta run now and check on that ol' man of mine."

Sarah gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and left for home. I returned to the bedroom where Lisa lay sleeping. I left the panties Sarah handed to me top of the chest. I looked over at Lisa sleeping peacefully and just stood looking at her. Sarah was right. Lisa was quite a beauty. The v-neck collar of the thin white shirt she had on was barely covering her breasts. They stood out from her chest. A small nipple peeked out from the middle of a cinnamon-red colored areola. Her legs were long and slender, and they met at a neatly trimmed bush. It was clear that Lisa took care of herself, and I wondered what could have happened to put her here in my house with so many bruises on her body. There's a lot more to this story than either Sarah, or I know.

I took the panties from the top of the chest and walked over to my sleeping guest. I raised her feet and gently flowed the silky material up her legs to her thighs and finally to her hips.

"There, that's wasn't so bad. She can either shoot me or leave, but she is dressed for bed now."

I made my way to my bedroom and crawled into bed myself. It was one of those days.

****

The alarm announced the start of a new day, and I dragged myself of out bed. My head was swimming, and I thought, "Damn, I've got to ease up on those baked tacos and creamed fish casseroles. That was one helluva dream!" I walked to the bathroom and as I passed the spare bedroom, I glanced in. Whoa, guess that was no dream after all! 

Lisa was still sleeping, a blanket piled onto the side of the bed, exposing her long legs. I leaned into the doorjamb and just admired the image of this young woman sleeping in the bed. I decided to let her sleep. 

I got dressed and did the usual bathroom chores and was headed toward the door. Then it dawned on me. I've got a computer in the living room. I wonder if she is computer literate? Picking up the pad I used last night, I jotted down a few lines on the paper, "Lisa when you get up, there's food in the fridge. Sarah and I pitched your old clothes out. In the chest, you will find new jeans, shirts, and underwear. If you know how to operate a computer, there's one in the living room. I'll be home about five. Keep warm, Jim."

I put the note on top of the chest and left for work.

I work for a company that deals with numbers and data. Lots and lots of data. We do medical drug studies. When a new drug comes out, we're the guys that run the clinical tests to be sure the drug doesn't grow new arms on the test subjects. All this information must be tallied, counted, recounted, crunched, and then presented as usable information the drug company can understand and use. It's long and boring work. I'm the office manager overseeing about fifty research people. 

As soon as I hit my office, I had Google up and searching for American Sign Language. As I read, I had no idea. Why there's grammar, syntax, and semantics just like any other language. The more I read, it turned out ASL is a language. 

I sat back into my chair. I now felt like a shit sandwich when I recall how I would tease Sarah when she went to all those evening classes to learn ASL when Wendy was a young child. I told Bob I quit talking with my fingers when I was three. God. Do I feel like a stupid dumb ass. It's a wonder Sarah still talks to me. Hell, it's a wonder I'm still alive!

Soon, I had downloaded videos on how to sign, signing 101 if you will. I just wanted to say, to sign, "Hello Lisa" before the end of the day. 

I practiced. I watched and re-watched the videos I downloaded. My hands hurt. As the morning grew older, I felt my iPhone buzz in my shirt pocket. The first thing I thought of was big Bob. I wondered if he took a turn for the worst? When I pulled my phone out, there was a text message all right, but not from Sarah. It was from Lisa!

"Jim, Lisa here. I can't thank you enough for the new clothes. They all seem to fit just fine. I have nothing to repay you with. I have nothing to offer you but myself. Lisa."

Now that text message really set me back. I was worried if she was computer literate and what does she do? She not only turns the thing on; she was able to track my text number to the address book. Smart girl.

I typed a text message back to Lisa, "Lisa. You owe me nothing but your smile. Just to see you happy is payment enough. Keep warm, Jim."

God, my fingers hurt!

I practiced all day long. I half-assed got the fingerspelling down. After all, I just needed a few letters to say hello to her. I continued running the exercise with my hands till I felt I had it down pat. Even as I drove home, I practiced.

Having never been around anyone that was deaf, except for Bob's daughter Wendy, I found it somewhat strange. Barging into the house with a "Hi honey I'm home" doesn't work. I mean, how in the hell do you let the other person know you're home without scaring the shit out of them? I just open the front door and walked in as I've been doing for the last two years. I just said nothing.

When I walked into the kitchen, I noticed the place was clean. Dishes were done and put away. Peeking out into the living room, I saw the shelves dusted and loose magazines piled neatly on the end table.

I went through the house and found Lisa sleeping in her bed. Still wearing just that old white shirt of mine, she apparently got up, cleaned the house and went back to sleep. I also noticed that she had been through the clothes I got her and had selected what she wanted to wear, only to leave them piled on the chest.

Although she was sleeping soundly, I had to wake her up. She needed to take her pills, and to get those damn cigarette burns covered. 

I touched her face, running my hand across it. She stretched and opened her eyes. I gave her a few minutes to get her bearings. Then, I lifted her up so she was sitting on the bed and I un-buttoned her shirt and pulled it down her back, exposing her bare breasts to me. I don't know whether she really understood what I was doing, but she never flinched. She was awake and well aware of what I was doing. She managed a weak smile.

I applied some of the salve to the open burn marks on her breast and covered it with a small piece of gauze then some nonstick tape. I pointed to her waist, and she turned my way. I pulled her panties down to expose the infected sore and repeated the treatment.

I pulled her shirt back up along with her panties. I buttoned her up and placed two pills in her hand. A sip of water and down they went. I lifted up the sheet as she slid her legs under them. She was out before I got to the door.

****

Lisa had been my houseguest for three days. I was getting more and more concerned about her and decided if today she didn't stir, perhaps a trip to a doctor would be in order. Nonetheless, I continued to practice with my signing. 

My iPhone buzzed, and there was a message from Lisa, "Jim, I'm sorry. I've been so tired. It felt as though I've never been to sleep. I'm good now. See you when you get home. Love Lisa."

I looked at the message again. Yup, she sent love Lisa. I hate to admit it, but I was growing feelings for this woman. I don't know why, but I could feel it deep down inside me. 

I continued to practice. I just wanted to let her know I thought enough of her to try to communicate on her level. Passing notes and sending texts were okay, but this would be something she'd appreciate, at least I hope she would.

Arriving home at my usual time, the house was just as clean and tidy as a photo out of Good Housekeeping. After being on my own for a couple of years, I grew accustomed to my own mess and clutter, after all, I was the only one around to look at them.

I called out her name, knowing full well she couldn't hear me, but it seemed the right thing to do.

Out of the back bedroom walked Lisa. Oh damn, what a difference a few days had made. Lisa wore a pair of the dark blue jeans I picked out, along with a red long sleeved shirt. The white shoes she wore made her legs seem even longer. Her light brown hair fell just to her shoulders and surrounded her round face highlighting her cheekbones. Those blue eyes Sarah mentioned drew you in like a magnet. Her eyes seemed to glow like a dragon from medieval times. 

And Lisa had freckles! I didn't notice them in the dim light of the bedroom nor that first night she came here. But by God Lisa had freckles. Lisa not only had a fine figure; she was just ass kicking cute. For a woman twenty-nine years old, damn was she was a looker.

Lisa looked good. No, scratch that. Lisa looked damn good!

She looked up and saw me staring at her. She smiled and spun around showing off her outfit. I smiled showing my approval. 

"Wow!" I thought to myself, "Think Jim. For Christ's sake. W…what's a W… Three fingers. Yeah, that's it. I'll spell everything out."

I put my hand out so Lisa knew I was going to sign something. "W-O-W, L-I-S-A. U- L-O-O-K G-R-E-A-T."

Damn, my fingers hurt. My brain hurt, too. I turned my eyes to Lisa. I wondered if I got it right or had I spell out her donkey had died?

Well I guess I did okay, as I noticed Lisa's eyes turn watery as I spelled out my first sign to her, either that or she really did own a donkey.

Lisa walked over and placed her arms around my waist as she lowered her head on my chest. I could see a few tears falling down her cheeks as they rolled away from her face. I've only known this woman for three days, and yet I felt such a deep connection with her. Emotions I'd not had for years came flooding back to me.

And then it happened. I didn't plan it. I didn't think about it. It just happened.

I touched her face, and well I just kind of gave her a kiss. More than just a quick back seat in the car high school date kiss, but not a longing sloppy kiss either. It was something in between. 

I cupped her head with my hands and placed my lips on her's. Lisa was warm and inviting as I pressed my body slightly against hers. I slipped my hand from her face and ran my fingers down through her hair, the softest hair I've ever felt, continuing my touch as my fingers slid down along her spine. I could smell the scent of her body and her freshly washed hair. I moved from her lips and kissed her eyelids as gently as I could. I placed a small kiss or two on her ear and down along the side of her neck. I ran my hand across her shoulder and felt her bra strap hiding under her shirt. I moved the strap back and fourth across her shoulder with one finger, teasing her… 

Oh rats. That wasn't planned, and I released my embrace. I could feel my face turn red, and I turned slightly from Lisa. I was embarrassed for being so forward with her.

Lisa moved her fingers slowly and I tried to follow their movements. Yes! I remember seeing that one, it means 'kiss.' She signed, "Kiss me again." I was able to understand her first sign to me! Lisa took a few steps in toward me, then she placed her arms on top of my shoulders, and stepped into me.

When I recovered from the shock of being pulled in for more, I took her into my arms again and brushed back the hair from her eyes. I ran my fingers across her ears and down the side of her face. Lisa closed her eyes and her head fell back as though she was in a trance. Her hair fell from her shoulders and hung down her back. 

I placed small kisses down the side of her face and along her neck. I wanted to kiss her freckles, all of them. As I continued I made my way back to her warm velvet smooth lips, which she parted slightly, my tongue darted inside her mouth as I pulled her tight against me. God she smelled sweet. I could feel Lisa's heart pounding in her chest. Her face was aglow and I could feel the heat when her cheek touched mine.

I had moved the front of her shirt's collar to one side as I kissed down her neck and along her shoulder. I could feel Lisa melting in my arm, I felt more alive now than in the last two years.

I was caught up in the moment. Before I was aware of what my hands were doing, it was too late. I somehow managed to drop both on her butt and was slowly touching her. I could feel the outline of her panties against the tight jeans. She felt good.  

Then I got a grip with my emotions, and I moved my hands from her jeans and pushed her back.

Lisa looked confused. Hell I was confused. I've only known this woman for three days, and we were getting beyond friendly. I wanted her. I wanted her badly. I closed my eyes for a second and envisioned pulling her jeans down those slender legs of hers, slipping her shoes off to see her in those white socks of hers. Touching her between her legs to feel her moisture. I knew I only had to make one move, and she would comply. But that's not what I had promised her. I didn't want her to feel as if she was obligated to repay my kindness.

I guess what we just did had an effect on Lisa, too. She wasn't upset with me, instead she took my hand and led me over to the computer in my home office. She pulled out a chair and motioned to me to sit down beside her. She opened up the word processor and began to type. Now, I can type, it's a big part of my job, but Lisa, damn could she type! Her fingers flew across the keyboard; the images of words popped up on the screen. 

Lisa typed and I watched letters form into words on the screen, "Your signing made me feel wanted. It's the best feeling I've had for years. I'll work with you if you want to continue to learn to sign."

"And….you're a good kisser. For all you have done for me, I am in your debt." Lisa looked back over her shoulder to me.

I put my hand on her shoulder and smiled warmly, "You're welcome Lisa."

She smiled back and then turned back to the keyboard. "Why did you stop?"

"Consider that kiss as payment in full," I said, "I don't want you to ever think you need to do something you don't want to do. If the time comes, we'll both know it."

We smiled at each other and then I said, "I'd really like to know happened to you, Lisa."

Her fingers started typing again, "I have master's degree in English literature. Kind of odd considering I'm deaf, but I find words to be magical. They talk to me. Being deaf makes it harder to get a teaching job, especially in English literature so, I started editing manuscripts for the college kids. I got such good feedback that many of my jobs came from the professors working on their dissertations. I did a lot of books and stuff, editing for grammar and flow. I wasn't getting rich, but I made enough to pay for the rent and buy food.

"Then I meet Eric. He was much younger than I was, almost six years younger than I at the time we met. But, what a smooth talker, and within a month we were living together. I thought I was in love. He told me he loved me. I was wrong. He went through all the savings I had. He even sold my personal things. I found out too late he was big-time into drugs. All he wanted to do was get high, it didn't matter what it took to afford it, he lived to get high. 

"He sold everything I owned, the only clothes I had were the ones on my back. Then he tried to trade me for drugs. The deal was I was to give his friends sex in return for some meth. I fought with him. He wanted the drugs, and I was his only source of getting them. My body for his drugs. 

"When I told him I wouldn't do that, he hit me. Then he struck me again, over and over he hit me. He took off his belt, I turned my face into the bed, and he hit me again. He struck my back and legs with his belt. I cried out in pain, begging him to stop, but it only infuriated him even more. Jim, I tried to fight back, but he slammed his fist into my face. 

I started to cry uncontrollably, tears cascading down my cheeks and onto the bed. I begged and pleaded to him to stop hurting me.

"Then I saw a flash. It was a knife blade catching some stray light in the room. My God I felt Eric was going to cut me, perhaps even kill me. I started to pray dear God don't let me die here.

"Just then, two of his drug buddies showed up. I remember them taking my clothes off. I thought I was going to be raped. They grabbed my waist and flipped me over on the bed. Eric, the man I thought I loved, took his cigarette and started to burn me. He burned my breast and my legs while his two buddies held me down. He was laughing at me. They were all laughing at me. He struck me on my legs with his belt again after they had taken my pants off. I yelled out in pain. Oh Jim, it hurt so bad. I tried fighting back, but they were too strong for me. 

"They gave me something to drink, Rohypnol I think, and it started to mess with my head. Then suddenly they went back into the other room to get high. I seized the opportunity, and I got up, put on what clothes I could and while they were shooting up, I ran out the door. I never looked back.

"Whatever it was they gave me messed me up. It made me sleepy and put me in some sort of daze. I staggered around for hours before the cops found me. Even at the hospital I felt like zombie. I tried to get someone to help me, but they just pushed me aside. Just today, I started to feel like myself. 

"Jim, I have no way to repay you for all you have done for me. Like Eric told me that night, "The only thing I have of any value is between my legs and under my shirt."

Then Lisa stopped typing. Her story unfolded before my eyes on the computer's screen. I touched her shoulder but this time she didn't turn my way. I pulled her back, and I could see her eyes were red and blood shoot. She had been softly crying to herself as she typed.

"He burnt you before didn't he? That's why some of the burns got infected."

The computer screen glowed with new words, "Yes, but he said he was sorry."

"And he beat you before with his belt. He burnt you before. Lisa, that's not love by anyone's measure. Lisa, you need to tell the cops, report that bastard!"

The keyboard started clacking, "It's three against my one word. Who's going to believe me?"

"I do…"

Lisa attempted a weak smile and began typing again, "Jim all my life all I ever wanted was to be loved. Just to have someone hold me and tell me that I'm loved. That they love me. I'm twenty-nine years old and the only person that ever did that was Eric. And it was a lie. 

"My father drank himself to death when I was just a kid. Mom ran off to the west coast leaving me in different family services. I've never heard from her again. I don't know whether she is even alive. No one wants a deaf kid to adopt, we're almost always judged to be retarded or mentally challenged…slow.

"As a teenager I worked, saving my own money for college. Being deaf, I took great pleasure in books. I read anything and everything. I found that I could pick out errors in the grammar used in books and magazines. I don't know why, but I can recall facts from almost anything I read. It's as though it gets stuck up in my head. It was this gift I had, and one college gave me a free ride because of it.

"And you know Jim, college, it's just one big party. But, when you can't hear, you can't talk. I'd try, and they would all laugh at me. I know I can't speak very well, so I very rarely try.

"I was always the third person. I was always the deaf girl they made fun of. They would ask me to talk and then mock me. All I ever wanted was to be with someone, someone that loved me for being just me deafness and all. Is that too much to ask for, Jim?"




Silent Love



I touched Lisa on the shoulder to get her attention and when she turned to me, tears were running down her cheeks falling like rain drops down onto her shirt. I pulled Lisa out from her chair and wrapped my arms around her. I turned her face to me so she could read my lips.

"Lisa I'm holding you now. No one will ever hit you again, I promise. You're safe here in my arms. You're safe now."

Lisa placed her arms around my neck and dropped her head down on my shoulder. This beautiful young woman was in such pain, no wonder all she did for three days was sleep. I pulled Lisa back and said, "Say how about you and I run down and see how my buddy Bob is doing?" Hoping to lighten the mood. 

Lisa nodded her head yes, dabbed her eyes dry with a tissue and we headed out the door.

****

A few months had passed by and I'd gotten much better at signing. I could keep up with most of what Lisa would say. 

I was running a bit late, and when I opened the door, the aroma of fresh baked ham filled the hallway. I walked to the kitchen and noticed Lisa sitting at the table. 

Lisa turned my way, and I just stood still; my eyes couldn't look away. Lisa was all prettied up. Lisa painstakingly applied makeup to her face, and the results were worth all the effort. She wore a bright yellow shirt, the top two buttons were open; I could catch a glimpse of a white bra she wore underneath. I could see her freckles along her collarbone and chest. The yellow shirt contrasted with the black dress slacks and black heels. But, what I noticed the most were her eyes; brilliant blue, shinning like sapphires. 

Her hair! Lisa's hair was razor cut and streaked with blond highlights. She had short bangs now, stopping just about her eye brows. Lisa wore small silver diamond earrings as well as a very delicate gold chain necklace. 

Lisa walked over, closed my mouth, and signed, "You like me like this?"

I put one arm around her waist and pulled her close. "Yes, you look great! What brought about this great change? Where did the heels come from? The new hair style?"

"Sarah took me shopping. We talked about lots of stuff. Mainly what you like to see in a woman."

"I see. So Sarah knows what I like in a woman now?"

"Well it looks as though I got your attention," Lisa signed as she looked at the growing bulge in my pants.

We sat down for an outstanding meal, and the conversation drifted toward Lisa getting a job.

"Jim, would you mind if I tried to get a job? I'd like to help out with the upkeep and bills around here.

I gave her idea some thought, then said, "You know I just may have the perfect job for you. I know we're going to have an opening in my office for a proofreader. Do you think you could handle that?"

Lisa smiled. She signed back to me, "Why of course, I can handle that!"

"Great! I'll make an appointment with human resources, and we'll take it from there. I tell you what, we'll go shopping tomorrow when I get home. There's a rather stuffy dress code there and you'll need some business attire for the interview. Besides, I bet you got a great pair of legs under those slacks!"

Lisa came over and sat down on my lap. She took my hand in hers. She pulled her pant leg up and placed my hand down upon her ankle and ran my hand up and down her shin. Lisa was wearing nylons, the first time I've seen her in them. 

She placed my free hand on her shirt covering a breast. I gave it a slight squeeze. Lisa just seemed to be so happy with what was going on. I enjoyed the touch of her body and looked at her.

"Lisa are you trying to seduce me?"

Lisa nodded her head yes.

"Well I have to tell you a secret," I said to her, "It's working."

I pulled my hand from under her slacks and away from her breast. I pushed her up on her feet and took her by the hand, leading her to the living room.

We both stood in front of the sofa, and I looked at her with loving eyes and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Lisa put her arms around my neck, and she kissed me. I took that as a yes. Running my hands down her arms, across her waist. I located the button holding her slacks together and slipped it though the slot. Pulling down the zipper, her slacks fell loosely around her waist and they slid down her legs, piling up on her heels.

I looked down and said to myself, "Oh my God!"

Lisa was wearing off-black sheer pantyhose to mask the last few remnants of her bruises. A pair of light mint-green panties could be seen under her hose.

I picked Lisa up and placed her gently on the sofa, then I slipped her heels from her slender feet, one at a time. Her black dress slacks came off easily.

Running my hands up her legs they stopped and touched her slightly between her legs. My fingers hooked into the waistband of her pantyhose and as she lifted herself from the sofa, I slowly began pulling the silky material down her long legs. Down they went, I rolled her hose off her legs down to her feet. I tugged at her toes and grabbed some of the nylon with my fingers and pulled the hose from her toes. I tossed her hose over my shoulder and leaned back to Lisa. 

I couldn't believe how smooth her legs were, velvety soft, as I ran my hands up and down her thighs. Placing my hands between her knees, I pushed slightly and Lisa responded by spreading her legs. Her mint-green panties had grown a dark patch at her crotch. Lisa was running her hands across her shirt, pulling at her nipples, her eyes were closed. Her fingernails polished a bright white and they caught what light was in the room.

 Moving up to her, I slowly unbutton one button, then another until her shirt fell open. A very thin white lace bra greeted me; a small blue ribbon was in the middle. I pulled the shirt slowly from her body.

Running my tongue along her shoulder blades, I slipped the bra's straps down her arms and then back up, kissing her bare shoulder as I went. The lace on her bra beckoned me and I slipped a finger into a cup, feeling her nipple hiding in its white prison. A kiss. I leaned up and gave her a kiss while I cupped her breast in my hand, kneading it with my thumb.

I had to stand and get out of my clothes. Lisa was slowly stroking her sex with her fingers on top of her panties, her eyes transfixed on me as I stripped out of my tie, shirt, and dress slacks. As I got down to my boxers, it was clearly evident I was in an acute state of arousal as a bit of cum apparently oozed out into my boxers, evident by a wet spot.

I got down on the carpet in front of Lisa and reached up pulling the straps of her bra down to her elbows and then from her arms. I gently flipped the front of her bra down exposing her bare breasts. They were perfect…almost round… firm…yet oh so soft… A cinnamon-red colored areola surrounded each protruding nipple. Lisa had the breasts every man had ever dreamt about. 

I touched one then the other, as Lisa reached out and pulled my head deeper into her chest. Running my tongue around each areola, Lisa made soft cooing sounds as my tongue played with her swollen nipples. As I kissed her breasts, Lisa squirmed back and forth on the sofa, digging her finger tips into my back, squeezing my shoulders with her hands.

Slipping myself down onto the carpet and placing myself between her legs, I reached up and pulled her panties down. She raised herself up, and I continued moving the silky panties down her hips, her thighs, and off her slender toes. Off they went, flying across the room. From a summer past, the remnants of a bikini tan line were slowly fading.

I pushed her legs apart, then lowered my head into her sex. Lisa's aroma was sweet, and I took in her essence. My tongue touched her sex and she raised up, pushing herself into my waiting tongue. I tasted her velvet nectar, running my tongue down the insides of her legs catching small drops as they slowly descended down her thighs. 

My tongue would dart in and out of her sex teasing her with its rapid movements, sucking and licking her hot flesh. I moved up along her bush, trimmed down to no more than just a strip of curly pubic hairs, and found her clit. I massaged it with my finger pushing it back and forth. Grabbing both of her thighs in my hands, I squeezed them hard. While I took her into my mouth, I could feel Lisa getting warmer, then her body flushed with heat. Lisa's body turned red as her blood thundered through her body. Several beads of sweat began rolling down between her breasts forming a small stream that meandered down her midriff. I looked up and saw her arms lying across the back of the sofa her hands digging into the fabric, her head moving side-to-side. Her eyes rolled back in her head, as she held her lips tightly closed.

Suddenly, I felt her legs wrap around my chest. As I continued working my tongue on her sex, Lisa started to squeal, crying and gasping as her orgasm crashed through her naked body. Wave after wave of pleasure propagated through her body and then collided with her senses causing her to twist about. I could feel it as well as see her orgasm spread as her whole body trembled before my eyes. As the waves subsided, I felt her legs drop from my chest. She reached down and ran her fingers through my hair; a look of utter contentment filled her face.

Lisa leaned into my arms, and I swept her up and off the sofa, placing her on the carpet beside me. I reached behind her and un-clasped her bra. It fell down her chest onto her lap. I picked it up and tossed it aside.

I lowered her down spreading her legs as she went. Throwing my legs over her, Lisa could see my penis standing erect and hard from my body. I was just taking in the sight of my girlfriend stretched out upon the floor when Lisa reached up and wrapped her hand around my erect penis. She ran her hand up and down my hard shaft then stopped. With her thumb, she made small circles on the very end, her thumb gliding along in a few drops of cum that had oozed out. I sensed I was on the brink of climax as I closed my eyes and took in the sensation of her touch. Then I felt her other hand on me. Her fingers were wet from her own moisture as she rubbed my penis. I looked down and Lisa's long fingers were wrapped around my penis, her snowy white fingernails contrasted against my swollen red shaft.

"Ooooo, Lisa honey…"

At last, Lisa removed her hands from me and I lowered myself onto Lisa, her eyes brightened with anticipation. She took in a deep breath and held it. I felt her sex and with a gentle push I felt myself slide into her. Hot and moist at the same time, Lisa squealed, and her hips lifted off the floor. Stroke after stroke, I felt myself inside her. Lisa's breasts where moving, up and down, in rhythm with my strokes. 

Lisa was tight, and I could feel her muscles as they squeezed around my penis. The sensation was unreal. 

Ooooo…Mmhmmm… Lisa…Ohhohoh…

It didn't take long. I stopped and felt myself begin shooting hot cum deep inside Lisa. One after another, I could feel myself spread my seed inside her. I collapsed in her arms, pulling her over with me.

We just lay in each other's arms. Both content. It was our first time.

I propped myself up on one hand while I traced across her leg with my other one. She spread her legs slightly and I ran my fingers between then, touching her sex. I could feel my own still warm sticky cum oozing out of her. I ran my hand up her thighs to her waist and then up to her breast. I cupped it in my hand running her swollen nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Lisa closed her eyes as I moved from her breast to her hair, running my fingers through it. She had the softest hair and I couldn't help but to play with it. As I touched Lisa, she opened her eyes, signing to me, "You look a bit disappointed. Is there something wrong?"

"Oh good heavens no Lisa," I said, "It's just that I was bit quick on the draw, would have liked to had lasted a bit longer. But it's been a while since I've been with a woman, especially as one as beautiful as you."

I started to laugh, "All that time and effort you used to get your makeup perfect was short lived. I got it all messed up."

I pulled her up from the floor, and we headed to the bathroom.

I sat Lisa down on a chair and I took a warm cloth with some soap and gently began to remove her makeup. I turned the water on the shower and as the water came up to temperature, I removed her earrings and the gold necklace around her neck. We entered the shower together. 

I don't know why, but tonight I just couldn't keep my hands off Lisa, I washed her back and her face. With her hair wet, I rubbed shampoo in my hands and then into her hair, working her hair into a soapy foam.

As the sound of the falling water filled the shower stall, I placed my arms around her waist, my hands locked together across her tummy, I squeezed her tight, Lisa couldn't see my lips, and I said to myself out loud, "Oh God Lisa, I've fallen in love with you."

We rinsed off together, and I dried her off. We both left the bathroom naked, and I stopped by her room. I ran in, grabbed a few items from her chest and led her to my bedroom.

Lisa sat down on the edge of the bed, and I slid a pair of very small white panties up her legs to her hips. I produced a pair of white socks and rolled them onto her delicate toes. Pulling on a pair of boxers myself, I looked at her, "Lisa this is our bed now. The other one is now a spare bed. Tomorrow, move all your clothes over here in this room."

Lisa's eyes appeared to grew ten times larger when I told her that. She signed back to me, "Our bed now?"

"Yes, it's our bed now."

I flipped the sheets back, and she crawled under them as I followed and she curled up beside me, wrapping her smooth bare legs around mine.

"Jim," she signed, "Was I, you know, okay out there earlier?"

"Okay? Come over here, I'll tell you how okay you were!"

I pulled her close to me under the sheets while I reached out and turned the light out.

A while later after Lisa had drifted off to sleep, her warm body against mine, I remembered Vicky lying next to me the same way. It's been almost two years since I lost Vicky to cancer. I said to myself, "Hold on to your heart." I promised Vicky I would always be true to her and yet, I've fallen deeply in love with Lisa. I know I should tell Lisa how I feel, but I'm torn apart by the promise I made to Vicky. 

I wondered to myself, "How can I hold on to my heart when Lisa has already stolen it?"

****

I came home the next day with good news for Lisa. Yes the company was looking to hire a proofreader, and they would like Lisa to come in for an interview.

I grabbed Lisa, "We're going shopping! You're going to need some business attire for your interview."

We took off in the car heading out to one of the larger malls. I told Lisa to get something that was spicy, but still within the bounds of the company dress code. She'd shop and then try on the various skirts and dresses she found. I'd sit by the waiting room giving her a thumb up or down as she paraded in front of me.

At the end of the evening, we were both whipped. In the back of the car, we brought home half a dozen skirts and an equal amount of dresses. Along with all the clothes, we added in a few more pairs of shoes, some really sheer pantyhose, and some bras and panties. 

When we got home and after we put everything away, Lisa was still pacing around the house. I could tell it was because she was nervous for her interview tomorrow.

"I'll tell you what. Get yourself ready for bed, and I'll give you a back rub. That will ease your tension." 

Lisa looked relieved and went into the bedroom. I caught the end of the evening news, got myself ready for bed, grabbed some rubbing alcohol, and headed into our bedroom.

I found Lisa on her stomach, waiting on me. I sat down beside her and poured some of the green liquid upon her back. She jumped as the alcohol turned cold as it evaporated from her skin. I kneaded her shoulders and down her sides, pausing every so often to admire her body. I pulled her panties down slightly and rubbed my hands along her smooth butt cheeks and then quickly retreated up to her shoulders. Fifteen minutes later and she was out. I covered her with a sheet and crawled into bed next to her. We were both in for a special day tomorrow.

I had set the alarm somewhat earlier than I usually do. I didn't know how long it would take Lisa to dress, she usually stayed in bed after I left for work, but it seemed she beat both the alarm and me up. I could hear the shower running when I awoke.

I was putting my tie on when Lisa walked over, she was dressed and ready for the upcoming interview. The dark navy blue skirt she had on came a few inches above her knees. A lighter blue shirt, a silver cross necklace, sheer suntan pantyhose and black heels completed her look. Lisa slipped on a pin stripped jacket over her shoulders. Lisa looked great, and very professional. As we both stood in front of our bedroom mirror, she locked her arms into mine and we both looked at each other. 

"You know, we both look rather sexy, don't you think?" I asked.

Lisa nodded and smiled. We headed off to her interview.

Lisa seemed impressed when we walked into the office building. There were people walking and moving all about, a virtual beehive of activity. As we walked down the hallway to the human resources office, I looked over to Lisa. I could tell she was nervous. Just outside the door I paused to straighten her collar and checked to make sure nothing was out of place.

Before I opened the door for her I said over my shoulder, "Let me do all the talking." She slugged me in my back with her hand.

I knew most of the women that worked in this department and told them that Lisa was hearing impaired. She could read lips, and I can somewhat read sign language. Lisa filled out some paper work, and we headed over to Frank's office. 

Frank was bald headed, short tempered, opinionated and chewed continually on a cigar. He looked like Danny Devito on steroids. He was my equal in the eyes of the bosses higher up the food chain; we both were department heads.

Lisa and I walked in.

Without looking up, he said, "Take a seat."

"Frank," I said, "She is hearing impaired."

"Jesus. That's all I need. Tell her to sit down."

"Frank, she can read lips. Talk to her, not to me. But first take that dog turd out of your face so she can see your mouth."

Frank put the folder down he had in his hands, placed his cigar in an ashtray, and motioned to Lisa to sit down.

"Lisa," Frank began, "I would like to see whether you're up to working for us doing editing and proof reading of complex documents. I'm not one for interviews, I like to see results."

Frank pressed down on the intercom button and asked Joan, his secretary, to come in.

As Joan walked into the office, Craig, the self-appointed office stud followed her in.   "Craig, what do you want?" Frank asked, "Can't you see I'm interviewing this lady for a job?"

"Just needed to touch base with you about the Brent project," Craig replied.

Craig saw Lisa sitting and asked, "Who's the fine looking woman?"

Joan interrupted, "That's Lisa. She here about the job opening in the department. She's hearing impaired, Craig, don't make a fool of yourself like you usually do."

Craig leered, "She can't hear?"

"No," I replied.

Craig shot back, "Well then if she can't hear, I can say she's hot! Great legs!"

"Craig, you're a pig," Joan said.

"Back off Craig," I said in a possessive quiet voice.

"Enough bullshit you two," Frank chimed in, "Joan, let's give her something to sink her teeth into. Let's see how well she does with this damn Brent project."  "Frank," I interrupted, "You've had three people working on that for the last week and they barely made any progress. There are over four hundred pages to that document. That's not quite fair."




Silent Love



"Baptism by fire I say. If she gets a handle on that account, I'll not only hire her, I'll put her at the top of the pay scale."

He looked at Lisa, "You want to try?"

Lisa acknowledged his question with a sharp nod of her head. Then she signed to me.

"What did she say Jim?" Frank asked.

"She said Craig is an asshole!"

"Damn that woman's got spunk. I like that in a woman. She's right too. Lisa will be working on this project now. Joan, get her set up at a terminal and get her access to the main server. Now everyone get back to work."

Lisa shook Frank's hand, and we left his office. 

I looked over to Lisa and said, "Lisa, that's a rotten call by Frank. That project is complex. Numbers, data, and text all kind of smashed together. Sorry for the luck. Give it your best."

"Jim," Lisa began to sign to me, "Thanks for standing up to Craig for me." 

"Isn't that what boyfriends are suppose to do?" I asked.

Lisa's eyes widen. "Then that makes me your girlfriend?"

"Sure does!" 

I saw Joan coming from the other side of the hall. "Lisa I have you all setup. I don't know how to sign but I am sure we'll figure a way around that. If you have any questions write them down or email me and I'll get back to you in a jiffy." Joan gave Lisa a warm welcoming smile and showed her to the station that would be her's.

I squeezed Lisa's forearm and gave it a slight stroke as she turned to walk away. I watched as Joan led her down the hall to her terminal. It was a quarter after nine.

All morning long I kept watching the clock. I kept checking my terminal for an email from Lisa but nothing showed up

Soon, it was time for our lunch break. I hurried down to see how things were going. Lisa looked quite at ease. We both took a quick lunch. She didn't say a word about the work she was doing. I took that as a bad sign.

About two thirty, up popped an email from Joan. Frank wanted to see me, Lisa and Craig in his office at three. I worried that Lisa's first day might be her last.

I meet Lisa just outside Frank's office. She didn't seem the least bit worried. She just smiled and patted my hand. Soon, Joan walked up to us and we entered his office. Craig was already inside.

Frank motioned to Lisa to have a seat beside Craig. Frank was looking at the terminal's screen swishing his cigar back and forth in his mouth. 

He looked up and over to Joan, "Is this right Joan? You mean we were chasing our tails on this?"

Joan replied, "Yes it appears so. Lisa asked my permission to correct the document instead of just marking the mistakes. 

"Yes, and this one could have cost the company big bucks; she found the data didn't match the graphs. We showed a three sigma bell curve with equal distribution. However, the data needed to be shown as a six sigma standard, shifting the distribution to one side.

"The distribution sigma charts need to be changed to match the text. The report we generated showed one set of data, and the charts showed another set all the while the text described a third idea. Lisa caught the errors and corrected what she could."

Frank chewed more on his cigar then stood and walked out from behind his desk.

"Lisa I pulled a rotten one on you, I doubted that you were up to the task. Boy was I wrong.

"Next Wednesday report to Joan. I'm not going to put you into one of those crappy cubicles. You'll get an office, not a big one, but an office non-the-less. You'll start at the top level, as I promised."

Craig protested, "Wait a minute! You're going to run with someone that hasn't been here for eight hours. What about the work I put into the Brent project?

"It's obviously wrong. Lisa caught the mistake, you didn't."

Lisa started to sign. 

"What's she saying Jim?" Frank asked.

"Lisa said she sees words and numbers not as text but as pictures in her mind. She can recall facts quite easily, like the sinking of the Titanic…"

Craig broke in and said, "So what? It's high school history class. She sank on April 14, 1912. When she sank, 1517 souls were lost. What's her point?'

I looked back at Lisa, then over to Frank, and Craig.

"Lisa can name them!" I conveyed.

Frank got a big smile on his face. He stuffed his cigar back into his mouth and said, "All right, everyone out and back to work. Craig, you stay. We need to talk."

The three of us walked out the office. I looked over to Lisa, "I'm so proud of you. Now you can start rebuilding your life."

Instead of looking happy, Lisa had this lost puppy look on her face.

"What's wrong? I thought you'd be overjoyed being able to start anew?"

Lisa signed back to me, "I don't want a new life. I want a life with you!"

"You will Lisa," I said, trying to deflect a direct answer from me, " I tell you what. It's Friday night. A lot of us get together at Mulligan's pub on Friday. What do you say we go with them tonight and celebrate?"

****

Mulligan's is a sports bar. There're pool tables, TV screens everywhere you look, and lots of friendly people. We walked in a bit later than some of the other regulars I work with. Joan was there, as was Craig and a handful of other guys and gals I know. Everyone took to Lisa, and she made friends fast and was clearly enjoying the evening.

After I had a few cold ones, I noticed there was an open pool table.

"How about a game of nine ball Lisa?" I asked, "Can you play pool?"

Lisa signed back to me, "Tried it a long time ago but I can give it a shot."

Now there is something about a good looking young woman wearing a short skirt, sheer hose, and high heels to draw a crowd around a pool table. I have to admit, I got the warm fuzzes knowing the other guys there were checking out my girlfriend as Lisa and I played several rounds. I beat her badly in three out of four games, and to make her feel good, I purposely let her win that one.

The mood was festive and I'd had a few more drinks. Lisa was leaning on her cue stick; her hands folded together as she watched the nine ball drop into the last pocket.

Someone yelled out, "Make a bet on the next game!"

Now I wasn't drunk, far from it, but I was feeling no pain either. I took my cue stick and ran it along the outside of her leg pushing her skirt up until you could just see a bit of the control top of her pantyhose. Lisa pushed the stick away and grinned. 

"I'll bet you your skirt on this next round. You lose, you put your skirt on the pool table."

All the men went crazy! There was hooting and hollering all around the table.

Joan and several other women looked around and they yelled out, "What a bunch of pigs!"

Now I would never in a million years had held Lisa to that bet and she wasn't about to make that one either. She just smiled and shook her head no.

Out from the group, someone yelled out, "Bet for a hooter!"

I smiled, thought the idea had merit, and asked Lisa.

She turned her head to one side then another. Then she shook her head up and down. The guys all yelled out their approval. 

Lisa signed back to me, "If I win, and since you wanted this skirt so badly— if I win, you have to do the dishes naked while wearing my skirt. Deal?"

As Lisa signed, I told the guys what I had to do, should I lose. More hoots and howls.

I felt cocky and let Lisa break first. The balls started to drop like the Stock Market. One ball, then the two ball. Ball after ball dropped into place. Lisa lined up her next shot, looked over to me and signed, "I need a little bit of right handed English on this one." I watched the ball curve around the seven ball hit the seven ball sending it across the table tapping the six ball into the pocket.

In less, than ten minutes Lisa had dropped all nine balls without missing a single one. The guys were awestruck, they were also silent, then Joan jumped up and yelled out, "You go girl!"

Lisa placed her cue stick down on the table, stepped over my jaw lying on the floor, took a hold of my tie and pulled it loose. Taking my tie in her hand she drew me into her and kissed me. Everyone applauded. I was hustled!

"Where did you learn to shoot pool like that?"

 "Around." Lisa signed back to me, smiling coyly.

The night was growing old and I'd had a bit more to drink than I normally would. Lisa and I walked out to our car and as we approached it, Lisa took the lead and opened the back door. She pushed me in and had me slide over to the other side. She got in and closed the door.

She grabbed my tie again and pulled me to her. She kissed me, and I could feel my belt being pulled out of my pants and seconds later I felt the zipper being pulled down. After watching her parade around that pool table in her short skirt, my pants were already being pushed out by my bulging cock. As Lisa freed my cock from my shorts, it sprang out hard and erect. She moved her body around so she was lying across my lap, her head in my crotch. 

Lisa wet her lips with her tongue, sliding it back and forth across her teeth as she stared down at my swollen member. Lisa's eyes grew larger as she watched in delight as I grew even harder before her. She wet a finger in her mouth then pulled it out seductively. She ran her fingertip across the head of my cock. Lisa looked up at me, her finger making small circles on top of my cock. She smiled this evil look, knowing she had full intentions of teasing me with her mouth. She continued to play with my cock as she watched me begin to squirm in my seat.

"Lisa, you don't have to do this. It was only…a bet…"

She dropped her head and I could feel the heat of her mouth on my cock. She blew her warm breath across it several times, soon, I felt her lips place small kisses upon it. Lisa wrapped her lips around me, oh…such warm lips. As Lisa's soft sandy brown hair cascaded down across her shoulders, it draped over my cock. It tickled as she teased me by moving her head side to side, her hair following, moving, touching me. Lisa moved her fingers down my shaft and ran them through my short pubic hairs, gently pulling at them.

Lisa continued her oral torture of me and I reached out as far as I could and was just able to grab the hem of her skirt. I wanted to see her legs and pulled her skirt up to her waist. I ran my hand down her smooth bottom and then her thighs feeling the softness of her pantyhose upon her legs. I managed to slide my hand under her hose and panties and started to caress her tight ass, it was as smooth as a new born baby. A finger managed to run down between her cheeks, and I touched the opening of her anus. My finger made little circles around the opening. I took in the sensations of her bare skin and the silky feel of her panties pressing against the back of my hand.

As I fingered her ass, Lisa's head moved slowly at first, then she increased her tempo. I tightened up, getting ready to cum when she stopped. Lisa then used just her thumb and her forefinger and slowly moved them up and down along my shaft with the softest touch. The sensation was amazing, and I could feel myself ready to unload as my cock began to twitch and bob around. As she slid her fingers up and down, she looked me in the eyes, smiling at me all the time, observing the pleasure I had on my face.

I pulled my hand out from under her hose and panties and pulled her shirt out of her skirt. I could feel the heat of her body as I ran my hand over her back. 

Lisa moved her lips back down and took all of me into her. She quickened her pace again and I grabbed her hair pulling her to me. My hands rested on the back of her head as it slowly bobbed up and down. 

She started to suck me slowly as she looked up with her eyes, her mouth wrapped around my cock. She wanted to know, to watch me climax with her eyes, while she felt my salty hot cum shoot down her throat.

"Lisa… I'm… going… to…"

My heart pounded in my chest; I could feel my body explode with heat. I let go a loud moan and my body shook as I felt pump after pump of my hot cum shoot out my cock and into Lisa's sultry mouth. She stroked me harder with her hands as she swallowed my load. I shuddered in both pain and delight and twisted about, locked into position by the rear seat. Lisa finally stopped and gave my dwindling member a final stroke or two with her hand. She laid her head down upon my crotch. 

She did all the work, and yet it was I that had my head back against the head rests, totally used up. My breathing was hard and fast. She looked at me, in the back seat of my SUV, with the most loving eyes I've ever seen. I said, "Oh damn honey, I'm going to have to take billiard lessons if we bet on those in the future. That was incredible!"

After I regained my composure, I got out of the rear of the SUV, opened the driver's door and sat down. Lisa did the same. When she got in, she lifted herself up from her seat and pulled her skirt down and off. She folded it neatly into a square, and then she handed it to me.

"What this?"

"I'm a gracious winner. Isn't that what you betted on…my skirt? Besides, you'll need it to do the dishes." Lisa signed to me as she grew a wild evil look on her face. 

Lisa reached over and pulled me to her and we kissed. I could taste my salty cum on her lips and smell the beer on my own breath as we continued our kiss. 

Looking down at the instrument panel of the car, I felt that I had one too many beers in me.

 "I feel a bit shit faced. Lisa can you drive home?"

"Sure."

With her skirt off, I didn't want her to get out of the car, so I got out my side, and indicated to her to scoot over across the center console as I walked over to the passenger side.

As I walked around the front of the SUV, I heard this guy. He came up from out of the shadows.   "Your money! Give me your wallet. NOW!"

"What?"

"I said, give me your wallet asshole!"

"I don't have any money, get lost ass wipe!"

Then everything began to run in slow motion. I saw his hand come up and then a flash of light. I felt this wasp like sting on my right side, and I instinctively placed my hand down on the pain. I looked down and saw bright red blood ooze out from between my fingers. Looking up and over to Lisa sitting in the car, fear filled her face; I turned my attention back to the guy in the shadow.

Another flash. I heard screams—someone yelling.

I felt an impact on my left shoulder. I looked back at Lisa, and then the asphalt came rushing up. I could see the yellow light streaming from the lights atop the poles in the parking lot. I heard more screams—more yelling. Then two pops… then another pop. They sounded like corks flying out of a bottle of Champagne.

Everything went black. 

****

I could see things getting brighter. Then a face appeared. Trying to get my eyes to focus, I started to recognize the image. It was that of big Bob.

"God you're ugly!" I said.

"Sarah," Bob called out, "He's awake."

Sarah walked over beside me. 

"Sarah, where's Lisa? Is she okay? What happened?"

I tried to sit up, but the pain quickly put me back down in my place.

"Jim Lisa is just fine. She's sleeping in the chair by the door. I told her I'd wake her up as soon as you stirred.

"Some asshole tried to rob you in the parking lot of that sports bar. Just as you were being assaulted, several of your friends came out to head home as well. Someone had called the cops earlier, they saw a suspicious character trolling the parking lots. As the cops came around the building, they saw the whole thing go down. The cops, Lisa and your friends all watched it happen.

"When that guy shot you, the cops shouted out to drop the gun, but the dumb ass took a shot at the two cops. They both fired back. He was killed at the scene.

"Jim, Lisa was hysterical and they needed to sedate her. She hasn't left your side since you've been here."

"How long Sarah?"

"This makes day three. You've been in and out of consciousness…they had you drugged up quite a bit after your surgery."

"And Lisa?" I asked.

"She's fine. The cops don't believe he even saw her in the SUV. The guy that shot you used a small .22 caliber handgun. Your liver got nicked, and your shoulder is banged up but you'll be as right as rain in a few weeks. You might be able to get to work by the end of the week."

"What day is it?"

"Monday, Monday afternoon."

Sarah continued, "Jim before I wake up Lisa, you have got to tell that woman you love her. My God Jim she loves you, and you won't commit to her. What the hell is wrong with you? A woman like that is a keeper. I sat with her for almost a day, right there in that chair. She cried and cried. All she wants from you is to tell her you love her. That's all. Jim, Lisa is in love with you, deeply in love with you. It's time you either shit or get off the pot."

"Sarah I love Lisa, too…"

Sarah interrupted, "Well then for Christ sakes tell her, not me. If you don't do it soon… well you'll be the biggest fool on this planet."

Sarah walked over to where Lisa was sleeping and started to rub her arm. As she woke, Sarah pointed to me in the bed. I swear I thought she jumped over here.

She started to sign, but way too fast for me, even for Sarah. I reached out and took hold of her hands and held them. "Lisa slow down. I'm okay now."

Lisa smiled and laid her head down on my chest. I managed to reach down and press the buttons to raise the head of the bed up, so I could see her better.

I looked around the room then said, "Guys will you leave us two alone for a bit. I've got something to say to Lisa. I could see Sarah smile as she left the room and pulled the door close.

Lisa sat down beside me. She looked up at me with eyes of worry and confusion. I looked her into her face and began speaking, slowly so she could follow me.

"Lisa, I lost my first wife to breast cancer several years ago. Her name was Victoria. She's buried in a small country cemetery a half hour's drive from here. I've never been back to visit her grave. I promised her I would always be true to her. I promised her I'd never love another woman. That's why I've been dragging things along."

Lisa got up from the bed, turned to me and signed, "You kept me around all this time with no intention of committing yourself to me? Why? You told me you and I were going to be in each other's life!"

She threw her hands up into the air, turned from me and shook her head. Turning back she signed, "You told me it was our bedroom now!"

Lisa got an angry look on her face. "I may be deaf, but I've got feelings too!"

Lisa looked as though she was about to burst out in tears, then Lisa's face went expressionless. She turned and walked out the door. I called out "Lisa," but with her back to me, she didn't respond. 

I yelled out her name. 

Sarah ran back into the room several seconds later. "Just what in the hell did you say to her?"

"I told her about Vicky," I replied.

Sarah replied, "All she wanted to hear from you was that you loved her. That's all. After she stayed right here by your side for three nights. She never ate, she never left, and you told her about your dead wife? What in the name of God were you thinking? She ran by me bawling her eyes out. Jesus Christ Jim, you're an asshole!

"Lisa is hurting big time right now. I bet you she didn't tell you about the guy who shot you? Did she? The guy the cops shot dead."

"No not a word," I said.

"Doesn't surprise me. That scumbag son-of-a-bitch was Eric, Lisa's woman beating ex-boyfriend. Lisa identified his body. He apparently decided to try robbing as a way to pay for his drugs. 

"Lisa is right back where she started from when you two first meet at the hospital; all alone and unloved."

"Sarah, ask Lisa to come back in here…"

"Can't," Sarah replied, "I think Lisa left the hospital. I saw her running down the hallway. Jim you really screwed things up."




Silent Love



Sarah turned and headed toward the door. Sarah looked back and shook her head in disgust, leaving me in my sorrow. I waited all afternoon. Soon it was evening. Some friends stopped by from the office, but Lisa was still a no show. 

I sent her dozens of emails and text messages from my cell phone, but she never replied to any of them. I didn't sleep much that night.

"Tomorrow, she'll be in tomorrow," I said to myself. Tomorrow never came. 

A hospital room is a very lonesome place when you're there all by yourself. As the day waned, Lisa never showed. I was alone. The commitment I tried so hard to avoid is now what I desperately wanted. I needed Lisa.

I would be discharged in the early afternoon. I called Sarah and asked her if she could pick me up and take me back home. I couldn't locate Lisa to ask her.

Sarah and Bob arrived on time as they always seemed to do. 

"Sarah, did you see Lisa? Is she okay? Does she still love me?"

"Jim, I told you, you screwed things up," Sarah said with a bit of anger in her voice.

"I know I did. I'd give anything to make it right with her…"

Sarah pulled up a chair and sat beside me. "Okay, here's the deal. Lisa has been staying with Bob and me these last few days…"

"Is she Okay? Why didn't you tell me she was there with you?" I interrupted.

"Well," Sarah continued, "Why should I? You never wanted any commitment with her, so what's the difference? How long were you going to tug at her heart? Jim, Vicky is gone. You need to close that chapter of your life and start anew with Lisa.

"Bob and I talked with her, she wanted to leave you, but we talked her into giving you another chance. Perhaps it was just the anger she had doing the talking, cause we almost had to tie her down to keep her from running back here the next day.

"Lisa and I had a long talk. Now there is one thing she insisted, and I insist as well. You need to go to the cemetery and make peace with Vicky. I know you've not been there in years, you've not been back since the funeral. This relationship won't work with two women. Don't you agree?"

"Yeah… you're right. Sarah, please tell me where Lisa is?"

Sarah looked back over her shoulder to Bob.

"Bob…" 

Bob pushed the door back. Lisa was standing just outside, watching us from between the door and wall, she was reading everyone's lips and knew what was happening inside the room.

"Come on Bob, let's go. You and I can use a drink. These two can take it from here."

Bob and Sarah walked past Lisa as she moved slowly into the room. God did she looked good to me. She came over and sat down on the side of the bed. She wouldn't look at me. I reached out and touched her face so I could see her eyes.

I know Lisa can read lips, she does it all the time, but right now, this instant, I decided to communicate to her in her own language. 

"Lisa I've fallen in love with you. Lisa, I love you."

She smiled a weak smile. 

Lisa signed back, "I love you too."

Then she signed, "Why Jim? Why did it take you so long to tell me? Why?"

"I made a promise to Vicky that I would never forsake her. A promise to someone lying in a grave. Lisa I was wrong. I fell in love with you months ago. I just didn't want to break a promise I made." I said.

Lisa got up and stood beside the bed. 

She started to sign to me, "You—you and I— can't move forward if you're still living in the past. You don't have room for me in the future. I'm tired of always being the third person… just like in college!"

"The night we first made love. Were you making love to me or to her?" 

Lisa clenched her hands together into fists and pounded on the bed in a fit of rage. 

Lisa lost her control and yelled out in her own distorted, garbled, and mangled voice and yelled out in frustration.

"I can't compete with a dead woman!"

I reached out and tried to grab her arms, but she broke my grip. I'd never seen her this angry. She started signing to me again.

"Either you stay with her in the past, or you move forward and start a new life with me. I'm going forward with my life, with or without you. I don't want to share you with a dead woman!"

At last her hands became still. She looked and me, crossed her arms, and turned away. She put a hand to her forehead and took a few steps around the room. She turned back to me and I could see her eyes were red. I saw her hands go up.

"Damn you anyway…I still love you!"

I got up from the bed and grabbed her arm then pulled her down beside me. I took her hands into mine as we sat back down together side-by-side on the bed.

"Lisa the first time we made love, and every time since, it was you and it always will be you."

I continued talking to Lisa.

"I told you I'd never hurt you. And look what I did. I was wrong. I'm so very wrong."

I squeezed her hands.

"Sarah, my doctors, my co-workers, and all my friends told me I need closure with Vicky. They all told me the same thing. I heard each and every one of them crystal clear. But it wasn't until you came into my life and told me; a woman whose voice is silent, whose voice I heard the loudest." 

I started to draw upon all my reserves of masculinity, after all grown men don't cry, but I felt I was quickly losing the battle. I placed my hands down on Lisa's knees. 

"Lisa," I began, "Sarah was right …What a fool I've been…The last two and a half days…I thought I lost you…"

I felt my lips begin to quiver as I spoke, "I love you Lisa…"

I lost the battle with my emotions as I could feel a tear running down my face as I said, "I need you… Please don't leave me… …"

Lisa reached up with her hand, and touched my cheek, as she wiped the tears from my face with her thumb. I turned my face away, embarrassed by my tears. I soon felt her warm hand upon my face and she gently pulled me back to her. With her hands holding my head, she softly kissed my tears away. Lisa placed warm gentle kisses on my cheeks and my eyes. Regaining some composure I said, "This Saturday, I'm going to tell Vicky I can't keep my promise. I'd like for you to come along. Will you?"

Lisa shook her head yes.

"I want to go home Lisa, take me home."

**** 

As I had promised Lisa, it was Saturday and it was time. 

The trip was short and it seemed we were pulling into the cemetery and down the access lane within half-an-hour. Although it had been over two years since I was at Vicky's grave, I knew exactly where it was; perhaps thirty yards from one of the walking paths.

We walked close to the grave site, Lisa's arms locked around mine. I stopped. Lisa let her arms loose, and I continued to the grave on my own. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I slowly made my way to her headstone. Then as though someone knocked the strength right out of my legs, I fell to my knees. I ran my fingers along her name, tracing out each letter. Victoria. The letters were sharp and cut deep into the cold black granite.

I shouldn't have come here. I knew I had to.

I started to cry.

Lisa was behind me, she couldn't read my lips, and through my tears I said, "Vicky I'm so sorry…I tried to be true to you…Vicky… I've fallen in love again…Forgive me my love, forgive me…"

I started to shake and before I knew it, I was sobbing out of control. My whole body seemed to move. I placed one hand down on my knee, while I tried to hide my face from Lisa with the other. My warm tears fell like a spring shower, washing away the dust from upon Vicky's stone. 

I saw a shadow and looked over just in time as Lisa knelt down beside me. In the stillness of the cemetery, Lisa attempted to speak just two words in her distorted, voice. "I'm here." I dried my eyes the best I could and stood beside Lisa. We both looked upon Vicky's grave, and then we turned away. It's done. A deaf woman words spoke volumes to me, and I'd made my peace with Vicky. It was time to move forward with my life…my life with Lisa.

As we walked away from Vicky's grave, I led Lisa past our parked car to a small open area where several small white wrought iron benches surrounded a small flower garden. There was no one in the cemetery, and Lisa and I sat down beside each other.  

Lisa looked lovely. Her hair would blow across her face when a breeze would catch it just right. The sun caught her freckles, and they appeared to glisten on her face. I moved my hand across her cheek, she felt so smooth, so warm; so alive. 

Lisa threw her arms around me pulling me close to her body. I placed a soft kiss on her lips, and she let out a sigh. I ran my hand down her arms caressing them as I went. Lisa looked so content she just seemed to glow. I kissed her on the lips again then I said, "You'll never have to compete with a dead woman again…ever…Let's go back to our home." 

****

The months went by quickly and before we knew it, winter had arrived. We both came running in from outside, and stomped the snow from our shoes as I closed the door behind us. Giggling like a couple of small children, I turned to Lisa and said, "I haven't made snow angels since I was a kid. That was fun! You'd best get some dry clothes on, I'll bring in an armful of wood or two. They're calling for a nor'easter to come in tonight, might be a big storm." Lisa went to the bedroom to change while I made my way to the woodpile. 

While Lisa was busy in the bedroom I set out several candles and started a fire in the hearth. As the wood started to burn, I poured some wine into a pair of glasses. I kicked my shoes off and got down onto the carpet, leaning up against a chair.

I noticed just how silent the room was. There was no wind out, and the falling snow seemed to muffle the noise of the streets. I strained to hear anything. The only sound was that of the burning wood; Lisa couldn't even hear that. My God, to live in such a silent world, to hear nothing all the time… 

I felt her hand on my shoulder, and I turned toward her. I offered up the glass of wine I poured for her. She took it from my hand and came down onto the floor next to me. I ran my fingers up, and down her warm legs, her skin glistening from the light of the fire; she nuzzled her head onto my chest. She lay by my side, the two of us taking in the warmth of the fire. The room was filled with the flicking yellow light from the fire and candles. Looking out the window, I could see the snow falling down. Wearing only a yellow teddy and white socks, she smiled and signed, "You like this?"

"I'd like it better in a pile on the floor."

"You would?" Lisa signed, as she pulled the sheer teddy up and off her body. Lisa was down to just a pair of white panties along with a pair of white socks. Lisa's breasts protruded proudly from her slender body.

"Better now?" She signed.

"Much better," I said, "A husband could get addicted seeing his wife like this."

Lisa pushed back on me and looked astonished and bewildered at the same time.

I signed to her, "Although our love is silent, it burns hot like the fire, yet it is as soft as the snow falling from the sky. Lisa I want to be your husband. I want you to be my wife."

I reached under the chair and pulled out a small white case. I opened it up and handed it to her. The ring inside took on a glow from the fire and candles.

"Lisa…will you marry me?"

Lisa seemed in a trance. I took the ring from the case and, slipped it on her finger. 

She just kept looking at it. Then she wrapped her arms around me, pushing me back onto the floor. Lisa started kissing me and I could feel her warm tears falling from her eyes and onto my cheeks.

I got us both back up against the chair and said, "I take it that's a yes?"

I could see a lump in Lisa throat, her face was red and she started to sign, but way too fast for me. I reached out and grabbed her hands. 

"Slowly," I said.

Lisa regained her composure and signed, "Yes, Yes, Yes! All I've ever wanted was to be loved by someone. Just to be held tightly and be told I'm loved. I dreamt of it since I was a child. I want someone who loves me, and a place I can call home."

I wrapped my arms around Lisa and held her tight. 

"Lisa, you've found a home here in my heart… Lisa welcome home…"



Silent



She stopped and let her hand rest there for a moment, feeling the soft mat of hair that lightly carpeted him from his chest down. Then continuing down she brushed her hand across his cock. To her surprise, it was almost fully hard.

Tracy began to stroke lightly it for awhile, and felt as it grew a little bit with each touch of her hand. Soon Ron's cock was fully hard, but Ron was still asleep. Tracy pulled her head under the covers and made her way down to it. Softly she placed her lips on the smooth head and began to stroke the very tip of it with her tongue. Ron's body did not stir. Parting her lips slightly, Tracy slid a little bit more of Ron's cock into her mouth. Her lips moved back and forth along its smooth shaft, gliding up and following every contour from its tip to the very root of his thick cock. The thought of having his cock in her hand, stroking it, with her lips wrapped its shaft, made her tremble with excitement. She had only sucked one other cock in her life, her husbands. Tracy had sucked her husband only after he had forced her into it. Ron had never asked her for it, so Tracy was eager to do it. Tracy was a woman truly in love. As her sucking became more intense, Ron began to stir. He woke up with a vague realization of what was happening. Tracy continued working on the full length of his shaft, intent only on driving Ron to ecstasy. Ron's hips started to move, meeting Tracy's movements as her lips moved back and forth along his shaft. Ron started to moan, his body writhing with each movement of Tracy's lips. Tracy wrapped her hand around Ron's cock, stroking the full length of his throbbing shaft. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock as her lips encircled it just behind the head.

"Oh... Tracy here it comes".

Ron was rapidly approaching climax. Tracy began stroking faster and sucking harder. Suddenly His cock began to jerk involuntarily. Tracy knew what would happen next. Tracy continued to suck and stroke his cock. Then it came, a hot eruption of cum gushed from Ron's cock. Tracy was not quite ready for the amount that came at that moment, some cum escaped from her lips and ran down the side of her chin. Swallowing each surge as they came, Tracy continued to stroke his shaft, determined to milk every last drop of cum from his pulsating cock. As the flow of cum started to subside, Tracy pulled her mouth away from Ron's still surging member and kissed him on his chest.

Ron looked at Tracy's lips as they touched his chest and remembered the first time that he had kissed her. Her lips were smooth and gentle in their touch. He loved when Tracy kissed him. She seemed to give him more than just a kiss; she was communicating her love to him each time their lips met. Ron drew Tracy's lips up to his and gently started to kiss her. 

Tracy crawled up on top of Ron, her nipples stood out firm and erect. Ron reached up and softly caressed her breasts. Tracy maneuvered her soft mound over Ron's partially erect cock, sliding her mound back and forth the length of it. Ron began to caress Tracy's nipples, tracing his fingers lightly across them. Ron's cock started to grow for the second time that morning. He could feel the wetness of her pussy as she slid it back and forth along his shaft.

At that moment the phone rang, Tracy put a finger to her lips to signal Ron not to make a sound. Ron nodded his head in acknowledgment. Tracy picked up the phone and settled back to rubbing her mound along Ron's shaft.

"Hello?" there was a slight pause.

"I am OK, how is your trip going?"

Ron felt uncomfortable about the situation, but Tracy continued to glide her mound along the full length of his cock. Tracy spoke once again into the phone,

"When will you be home "?

Tracy continued to listen to her husband's voice on the telephone for a moment and then pulled the phone away from her ear. Ron could hear an angry man's voice lecturing her about keeping her nose out of his business. Tracy reached down and guided Ron's cock to the opening of her pussy. As she lowered herself down onto him, Tracy could feel the head of his cock press its way past the opening of her wet hole. As it slid deeper into her, Tracy could feel the sensation of Ron's cock filling her as it entered her. Ron was struggling to keep his composure in such an awkward situation. Once Tracy had Ron fully inside of her, she began to move her hips back and forth in a slow and deliberate motion. The sensation was overwhelming to Ron and Tracy both. Tracy knew that she was doing this as much to excite Ron as she was doing it as a means of defying the voice that continued to bellow at her through the phone.

Ron felt a mixture of fear of the situation, and anger at the voice that was still heaping out generous amounts of verbal abuse. Most of all he felt love. He loved Tracy, and silently vowed to rescue her from this person on the phone. Tracy would periodically speak into the phone,

"Yes, I am still listening".

The motion of her hips kept going in a smooth rhythmical fashion. Ron could see the game that she was playing now and decided to play along. Placing his hands on her hips, he started to assist the thrusting motion of her hips.

Pressing himself deeper inside Tracy, Ron began moving her hips faster. The effect on Tracy was immediate. Ron began to slow down a bit for fear that Tracy might not be able to talk on the phone without betraying that something was amiss. Tracy looked down at Ron and smiled, increasing the pace on her own. Tracy started to speak again but Ron did not hear what she was saying. Pressing a pillow to his face for fear that he might make a sound, Ron felt the wave of an orgasm overcome him. Tracy smiled when she felt Ron's cock pulsate inside of her. As Ron's orgasm subsided, Tracy stopped moving. After a moment she raised herself up with one leg to allow Ron's cock to slide out of her cum filled hole. At this, Tracy slid one of her fingers up into her drenched pussy moving it around in a circular motion. The voice on the phone was shouting 

"Tracy... Tracy! Answer me!!"

Tracy replied, "I am still here."

Tracy withdrew her finger and looked at it for a moment. It was wet with a mixture of Ron's cum and her juices. The voice in the phone droned on. Tracy placed her finger to her lips and began to lick the mixture of juices off of it. Then placing her finger into her mouth, she sucked the last remaining juices from her finger. Pulling her finger from her mouth, she spoke into the phone for the last time.

"OK, I will... goodbye".

Hanging up the phone Tracy looked down to Ron and said

"How did you like that"?

Ron didn't quite know what to say. He liked it... he definitely liked it. Ron knew that now was the time to tell Tracy what he wanted to say to her the evening before. This time there would no distractions and no dissuading him. Tracy started to speak but Ron cut her off.

"Tracy, listen to me. I want you to be with me, I want you to come live with me... I love you very much and I want you to come away with me...I want you to marry me".

Ron knew that he sounded like he was babbling incoherently, but he hoped she that understood.

Tracy looked at him and began to weep softly. Ron was confused.

"What's wrong sweetheart?"

He wondered to himself what he could have said that would make her cry.

"Nothing", she replied, "you just said the most beautiful thing to me, that's all. I'm very, very happy right now".

At this Ron felt relieved,

"Well, will you. Will you marry me?"

Tracy did not speak.

"Tracy I love you and I want to take you away from that man that treats you like you are nothing, I want to take care of you; and most of all Tracy, I promise I will love you and cherish you for the rest of my life and beyond. I mean it, I want you to come with me now and be with me for the rest of our lives".

Tracy lowered herself down and kissed Ron lightly.

"I have known that I loved you since the first time that we met, yes I want to marry you".

Ron's heart jumped, he felt overcome with emotion. For a moment he thought he would start to cry. Tracy rose up once more; her face had a sober look on it.

"Ron, there is one thing I must do before I am able to go with you, I must ask you to please try to understand. I must do this, it's important". 

Tracy paused for a moment hoping desperately that Ron would understand.

"I will not be able to go with you unless I do"...

Saturday:

Tracy had not talked to Ron for two days. She had told him not to try to make contact with her. She would contact him when she could. Tracy had a lot to think about. She knew she was taking the biggest risk of her life. If something went wrong, she could loose Ron forever. She thought out her plan a thousand times, and then thought about abandoning the whole idea an equal number of times. Tracy wanted to be with Ron more than anything, but she had to be sure about him. As the hours passed, she refined her plan that she felt would serve two purposes. One, she would find out for sure if what Ron felt for her was truly love. 

Two, she would take great pleasure in exacting a personal kind of revenge on the man who had brought her so much pain over the years.

Tracy cursed herself for doubting Ron's intentions, but she had to be sure, she had to be absolutely sure. If she was to go with Ron, she wanted to devote her whole heart and soul to him. After all, if Ron went through with her plan, he would be more than deserving of her devotion.

Ron spent the next two days in a daze. He would leap for the phone each time it rang. Several friends had called him to ask where he had been. Ron said that he had a cold and needed to rest. Time passed and still Tracy did not call. Thoughts raced through his head, was she OK; did her husband come home and hurt her again? Had Tracy changed her mind and decided to cut their relationship off? The strain was starting to affect him. He couldn't eat, and his sleep was haunted by dozens of fractured dreams that he could make no sense of at all. Ron's biggest fear was that he was being used, or worse, played for a fool.

Ron decided to seek the advice of a trusted friend, the woman whose wedding he was attending when this whole thing started. He picked up the phone and then quickly put it down. No, he should discuss this with her in person.

As he opened the front door to his apartment the figure that stood there startled him. Ron stammered for a moment,

"Tracy, I didn't expect you, how did you find out where I lived?"

She stood there for a moment and smiled at Ron.

"I didn't mean to startle you Ron; I just stopped by for a moment".

Tracy's voice seemed strangely distant to Ron, his fears began to surface once again. Was she here to call it all off? The thought was unbearable to Ron.

"Well", Tracy spoke once again, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"I'm sorry... Please come in". Ron started to stammer again.

Tracy stepped through the doorway and immediately turned to face Ron. Ron pushed the door shut quickly, fearing that someone might see Tracy at his apartment and somehow expose their affair. As Ron finished closing the door, Tracy was already in motion. She rushed into his arms so suddenly that Ron was caught off guard. Their collision caused him to fall back against the wall behind him. Tracy wrapped her arms around Ron and held him tight. Ron could feel Tracy's body trembling as he held her close to him.

"Ron I have missed you so much". Tracy's voice held an unmistakable hint of desperation in it.

"Are you ready? Are you ready to leave"? Ron asked.

Tracy stepped back from Ron for a moment and looked into his eyes for a moment as if she were searching for something.

"Ron... Do you love me? I mean do you really love me, I really must know how committed you are, how much thought you have put into this. If I leave my husband, I will also have to leave this town too. He has too many powerful friends in this town and I know he will never let us have a minute of peace as long as we stay here. That means if you want to be with me, you will have to pack up and leave this town too".

Tears were forming in her eyes as she spoke. Ron replied without hesitation,

"Yes I do sweetheart, I love you so much that I cannot stand the thought of living without you. Tracy, I want you to come away with me. I want you to marry me and be with me for the rest of our lives".

Ron stepped forward to embrace Tracy but she quickly retreated.

"Ron, there's something else... I have to ask you to help me do something. If you help me, I will be able to go with you".

Ron fell silent. He wondered what she would ask of him. Was Tracy plotting to kill her husband? No, she was not capable of such a thing. Ron looked at Tracy for a moment and then spoke.

"What do you need me to do?" Ron asked.

Tracy seated herself on the sofa and motioned for Ron to sit beside her.

"I have a plan..."

Tracy explained her plan to Ron in detail. She felt relieved to finally have gotten it all out. Now her only concern was what Ron would think of her, now that he has heard her plan. Ron sat for a moment running over in his mind what Tracy had just asked of him. He could see a sort of genius in her plan, and it had an interesting bit of irony added for good measure. It would be a huge risk, but it all would be worth it if it meant that he would have Tracy for the rest of his life.

Tracy was waiting for a reply from Ron but could wait no longer, 

"What do you think of my plan" she asked.

Ron laughed for a moment. 

"Well, it's sort of insane, but it's got plenty of style. I don't know why, but I like it."

A sense of relief came to Tracy. It was as if his words were washing away all of the fears that haunted her for the last two days. Ron took her hand into his.

"How soon can we do it, I want to have you with me as soon as possible."

Tracy's arms wrapped themselves around Ron and held tight. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. Ron put his arms around her. As he held her there in his arms he spoke softly in her ear.

"I love you Tracy, I love you so much that I can't believe that I am so fortunate to have met you. And I am so happy that you are in love with me too.

Now Tracy began to sob even more, she has never felt so loved in all of her life. In Ron's arms she felt warm and safe. She felt his love for her so clearly that no more doubt could possibly exist. She knew that he was the man that she would be with for the rest of her life.

Tracy considered for a moment that she might abandon her plan and just leave with Ron, but no, she must do this, she must...

Ron felt as if he had just had a wonderful gift granted to him, Tracy would be with him. He was anxious to proceed with her plan so that they could finally be together.

"How soon can we do this?" Ron asked again.

Tracy's reply came as a bit of a shock to him,

"How about Monday night?" she asked.

That only left one day to prepare to put Tracy's plan into motion, they agreed on Monday night at midnight as a fitting time to execute her plan.

Monday:

Ron looked at his watch; it was 11:48 PM. He was right on schedule. In his hand was a small gift for Tracy, a single flower. He crossed her back yard and carefully reviewed in his mind just how he would make his way through her house. The glass door was unlocked just as she said it would be. The house was unlit, also as he expected. After he entered the house, Ron stood in the shadows for a few moments to gather his nerve and to allow his eyes to adjust to the darkness.

A dim moonlight barely filtered through windows here and there making it even more difficult to see. 

Ron decided the time was right so began to make his way through the house. The fear inside of him began to grow. There would be no room for mistakes tonight, he must do everything perfectly or he would invite disaster. Ron placed his foot on the first step of the stairs. Slowly he shifted his full weight onto it, mindful that the stairs could creak and alert Tracy's husband.

His ears strained to detect any sounds from the house, but only silence greeted him. The time it took to reach the top of the stairs seemed like forever. He felt a great inner relief that he had made it undetected so far. At the same time he felt the fear inside of him grow even more as he approached his ultimate destination. Ron paused at the top of the stairs for a moment, hoping to allow himself time to calm down. Never in his life had he ever done such a thing, entering a house that was not his own, in the middle of the night like a burglar. Ron looked down the hall that led from the top of the stairs. It seemed longer than it really was.

Ron slowly made his way down the hall, gathering courage from the progress that he had made so far. At the end of the hall were the double doors that led into the master bedroom, where Tracy and her husband were. Arriving at the doorway; Ron peered into the bedroom. Moonlight bathed the room in a soft mystical glow. He could see Tracy and her husband lying in the bed, and could hear each breath Tracy's husband took as he lay there sleeping. Ron's whole body was trembling with a mixture of excitement and fear.

Slowly he stepped into the room, pausing with each step, careful not to make any sound. Ron looked toward the window where the moonlight that illuminated the room entered. The moonlight added to the tension of the moment, with its mysterious glow, creating an effect that distorted one's perception. This caused everything to look different than it really was. Ron detected a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye. His heart started to pound as he turned his head to see what it was. Tracy's arm was reaching out from under the covers. Her hand beckoned him to come to her. Ron should have known that she would not be sleeping, but her stillness had led him to believe otherwise. Ron stepped over to Tracy quickly and knelt beside her. Her hand touched his shoulder lightly, helping to calm his nerves.

This was the moment that would shape Ron and Tracy's future together. If he did as planned, they would have the rest of their lives to spend together. If not, Ron knew that their future was uncertain at best. Ron reached under the covers of the bed where Tracy lay motionless. His hand touched the skin of her thigh. Her skin felt warm to the touch and it was as smooth as one could ever imagine. It's started, there was no turning back from Tracy's plan now that he has gone this far. Tracy's body reacted immediately as Ron slowly ran his hand down the length of her leg. Ron stopped for a moment, fearing that her reaction would betray what they were doing. Slowly he began again, moving his hand across her smooth skin, caressing and touching her entire body a little at a time.

Tracy did not feel as she thought she would. She thought that what she would feel was a mixture of fear and one of revenge. Instead she felt a strange sense of excitement and arousal. It was as if a burglar, some thief in the night had come into her home and was now taking liberties with her. He was taking something very personal, and something very much forbidden. 

He was not there for money or jewels; he was there to steal something else. She was the object of the theft. It was her that he had come for. As his hand touched her body, he was stealing her right from right under her husband's nose. Tracy lay there allowing this man to steal this forbidden thing from her husband. She realized that this was what she had wanted out of her strange but somehow erotic plan. She had wanted this forbidden thing to be stolen from her husband, from right under his nose. 

Her husband had been so arrogant in his infidelities with other women and now it was her turn. He had hit her so many times during their marriage, defying her to fight back. Many times he had bragged that a woman belonged to him, once he had her in his bed.




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This was her final revenge, to be stolen from him in such a bold and erotic manner. To be taken by a man while her husband lay by her side would be the perfect revenge. Ron's hand caressed Tracy's breasts, his finger lightly rubbed her nipple which stood there hard and erect. Tracy pulled the covers back exposing the full length of her body to the moonlights soft glow. 

Ron moved closer to Tracy and kissed her lightly just above her pubic mound. This sent waves of pleasure rushing throughout her body. Her body writhed with each new wave of pleasure that surged through her body. Tracy was mindful of her part in this act and also knew what she was supposed to do. She was to endure this ecstasy in complete silence. Ron's kisses became bolder as he continued to explore her body. Slowly his lips made their way up to the top of her breast. She had magnificent breasts Ron thought. So round and firm with skin so soft and milky white. Ron's tongue reached out and touched her dark nipple. Placing the tip of his tongue at the base of her nipple, Ron slowly drew his tongue slowly up along the side of her nipple to the very top. 

Very slowly he circled the top of her nipple. Tracy was straining to not make a sound; she held her body rigid in an attempt to avoid any outwardly sign of what was happening. Ron's hand was now moving down her side and across her belly to her pubic mound. The sensations became more intense as he pressed the palm of his hand against her soft mound and slowly began to move his hand back and forth along it. Tracy's legs parted, allowing him more access to whatever he wanted, for she was not going to try to impede this thief who had come to steal her away into the night. Ron felt the tension build from within her body. He knew that she would soon be at the very edge of an orgasm. His only worry was if she would not be able to contain herself and loose control as she was swept up by the onset of orgasm. 

Ron would have to have faith in her. He has trusted her completely so far, so there was no reason that he should not trust her now. Ron's continued on, Raising Tracy's level of arousal to a point where she could barely stand any more. Her body strained to remain silent and motionless. Ron's touching and caressing continued on unrelenting. He was so committed to doing this that he would not stop.

Tracy began to feel control slip away from her as Ron continued. She felt as if she was on a runaway train that was on a collision course with disaster. Still she clung tenaciously to her promise of complete silence. Her hand that held onto Ron's shoulder now began to tighten its grip. Still Ron continued to press on driving her to the brink. Tracy knew that she was on the edge. She teetered on the edge of the hot abyss that held the orgasm that she so desperately desired. Ron's fingers began to slide into the wetness at the opening of her pussy. Tracy's hand gripped tighter to Ron's shoulder, her nails digging deep into his flesh. Still Ron continued unabated. Slowly Ron slid a finger into Tracy's wet hole, sliding effortlessly as it entered. That was all that Tracy could take. The rush of the oncoming orgasm was unstoppable. Over the edge she went, grasping desperately to hold on. Her entire body was rigid but still shook with the force of her emotions. The pain in Ron's shoulder increased as Tracy's grip tightened, digging her nails even deeper into his shoulder. Ron kissed Tracy's stomach causing her body to calm its violent shaking. He continued to kiss her softly. As her orgasm started to subside, her body began slowly to relax. Ron knew what he was supposed to do next, but first there was something he wanted to do. Placing the flower that he had brought for her, onto her stomach, Ron got up and slowly started to back away. Tracy's body lay there motionless as she recovered from the rapture that had just overcome her. As Ron turned to leave a muffled noise came from the bed. Ron turned and he heard it again. It was her husband, it sounded as if he was trying to speak, but Ron couldn't understand what he was saying. Fear surged within him and his heart pounded. 

Tracy casually got out of bed, walked up to Ron and embraced him.

"I am yours now my love".

More sounds came from her husband. Ron looked over at the bed fearing a confrontation with Tracy's hulking husband.

"Are you ready to go now, or would you like some more?" She asked.

Ron's fear and confusion built quickly. He looked at Tracy's husband and wondered why he couldn't speak, and why he remained in bed.

"Did I ever tell you what I did before I was married?" Tracy asked as she rubbed her body against Ron.

"No" Ron answered.

"I was a nurse" she replied as she reached her hand down Ron's pants and grabbed his cock. Her hand startled him.

"Don't worry; we have about thirty more minutes before he will even be able to lift himself out of bed".

"What!"

"I wanted him to watch the whole thing. I wanted him to be awake and see it all. I wanted the bastard to know that I was taken right under his nose. It was easier that I thought it would be. All I had to do is make a call to an old girlfriend that I worked with when I was a nurse and she got me what I need. The drug works like a mussel relaxer. When used in larger doses it causes total paralysis. Doctors use it when they need a patient to be awake during a procedure, but they have to be immobilized. I slipped it into his drink that he brought to bed with him and five minutes later he couldn't move a mussel".

Tracy walked over to the bed and stood over her husband and turned on the light beside the bed. Her husband's eyes were open and glaring at her.


"Come here, there's something else I want to show you".

She threw back the sheet that covered her husband. His naked body lay there motionless as he struggled to speak.

"Look at this" Tracy giggled and pointed at her husband's dick. 

"Can you imagine a man so large with such a little dick?" she asked.

Ron looked and didn't know if he should laugh or feel sorry for the man. He had a tiny dick for such a big man. It was about as big as an AA size battery.

"It doesn't grow much bigger either" Tracy said in a matter of fact tone.

She walked over to her closet and pulled out a Polaroid camera and took a couple of photos of her husband laying there naked and immobile.

"Tracy! What the heck are you doing? We should get out of here".

"Don't worry, we have plenty of time. I'm just taking out a little insurance policy for us. I also promised a copy to my girlfriend who got the drug for me" Tracy smiled.

A thought came to her and she rushed into the bathroom to get her lipstick. Tracy new that time was running out but she wanted her revenge to be complete. Returning to her husband she used the lipstick to write something on his stomach, and then she took a few more pictures.

Ron giggled when he looked at what she wrote on her husband. In neat red letters it read "I have a tiny dick" and there was an arrow pointing to his tiny member.

Tracy looked at the photos as the images started to appear, then she smiled and picked a photo from her collection. Holding it front of her husband's face so he can get a good look at it Tracy spoke in a surprisingly calm voice. 

"These pictures are my insurance policy. If you come after Ron or me, or try anything at all, I give you my word that either I or one of my friends will pass out copies of these pictures all over this town and on the internet for everyone to see. And there will be nothing you can do to stop it".

She bent down closer to her husband. Her voice was now showing a hint of anger.

"Do you hear me you bastard? I never want to see you again for the rest of my life".

Tracy dressed quickly and packed a couple of suitcases with some clothes. Turning to Ron she gave him a kiss.

"Are you ready to go?' she asked.

Ron nodded and took her suitcases. Tracy turned off the light next to the bed leaving her husband laying there naked and motionless in the dim moonlight.

They walked out the bedroom door, down the stairs, and headed for the front door.

"Sweetheart; please go get your car and bring it around to the front of the house. I just want to grab a couple more things while you're getting the car".

Ron sprinted out the door and ran around the corner to his car. Getting in he fumbled with the keys for a moment then finally got the key into the ignition and started the car. He was just around the corner from Tracy's house so it was a quick trip.

Ron stopped the car, got out and quickly opened the trunk. Running up to the front door, he took the suitcases that he left there, carried them out to his car and placed them in the trunk. Tracy came out with a box filled with some of her personal items and handed it to Ron.

Ron put the box in the trunk and then followed Tracy back up to the front door of the house. Tracy reached for the door and closed it with a loud slam. She had a smile on her face as she walked down the walkway to Ron's car. A light came on in the upstairs bedroom. Ron saw this and motioned for Tracy to hurry up, but she continued to stroll along as if there were no urgency. The figure of Tracy's husband appeared at the bedroom window. He opened the window with a loud slam and began shouting.

"Tracy!!! Tracy what are you doing!! Tracy you little bitch. Get your ass back in here."

Tracy did not acknowledge her husbands shouting, her stride down the walkway remained unchanged. Ron slowly realized that she was doing all of this on purpose, as a final act of defiance.

Ron smiled to himself and felt proud of the courage she displayed, as she continued casually down the path smiling and toying with the flower that Ron had given her. Her husband continued to bellow on, never leaving the window to pursue her. He probably wasn't able to walk very well, so yelling out the window was his only option for the moment.

Ron felt relief when they arrived at his car and Tracy turned and embraced him.

"I love you Ron... Thank you for doing this for me. I hope you understand... I just had to do it this way."

"I am not sure if I do understand it completely, but there is one thing I do know. I know that I love you, and I want more than anything to be able to spend the rest of my life with you... Are you ready to go?"

"Not yet ", she replied.

At that she turned toward her husband who was still shouting from the window, her voice was cheerful as she spoke to him for the last time.

"Bye honey, I won't be back... Bye!"

With that, she turned to Ron and said

"Now I am ready, take me home sweetheart."

She kissed Ron sweetly, and without a word they both climbed into his car and drove away from the house. As they drove down the street, Ron looked at Tracy and smiled.

"Sweetheart, I want you to do me a favor".

"Anything you want" Tracy replied.

Ron smiled as he looked at her.

"I want you to remind me to never get you mad at me".

Tracy giggled as they drove into the night.