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Will

By: rstoppard



It is hard to assess the strength of one's own will at times. You may assume you're full of virtue but how does one know until truly put to the test. We were each married to others - her husband eager to share her but she so wanted to respect the vows that I made to my wife. We would not fail each other without a struggle - or so we convinced ourselves.

These thoughts were on my mind as I rode the taxi back to the Phoenix airport on Friday evening to pick her up. This meeting felt very different than our first, just three short days earlier at Baltimore airport. So much anticipation and nerves prior to that meeting that had followed a year of tender and at times passionate mail. And now anticipation and nerves of a different sort. The chemistry was there - we both felt it - the airport kisses goodbye were not brief and tender - they were drawn out and wet and hungry. The press of her body had stirred me and this reaction was known to her - one could tell from the manner in which she ground against me in that final embrace.

I had suggested she fly down to join me on Friday night and that we could return together to Baltimore on Sunday morning. She said she would see - that she'd have to have a long talk with her husband about it. My heart pounded like never before when I received her message giving her flight time.

We had not discussed living arrangements. In any case, the resort was packed with conference attendees - she would have to stay in my room. We had not explicitly discussed how we would behave but we knew we would make an effort. 

She looked wonderful coming down the escalator at the Phoenix airport. More relaxed than our first meeting, and sexy as hell. She had flown dressed as per my frequent travelling fantasies. A very short skirt and a tight blouse worn close to the body - hiding very little. She wore the trademark heels. Men understand only too well the subliminal signals sent by those shoes - not just the shaping applied to calves and ass - but the confession they make - if you chase me, I will be caught. A twinge of jealousy as I imagined her sitting next to a man on the plane and being hit upon through the flight.

I took her in my arms and kissed her yet again - and instantly my body was right back where it was during our last embrace. When the kiss broke, we were both a bit breathless. I noticed her legs were bare - she had anticipated the Arizona heat - still quite present here on the first of November.

She had brought just the one bag and I marvelled at the efficiency of her packing. She quipped that she hadn't felt the need to bring much clothing. With no need to wait for luggage, I grabbed her bag - took her hand and led her to the taxi stand for the trip back to the hotel.

The ride back slightly awkward - hard to chat with the driver listening. I moved to the middle seat to sit closer to her. Rachel's already very short skirt had ridden up as she climbed into the back seat and I found it difficult to look away. She noted my struggle with amusement but made no effort to pull her skirt down. Clearly she was very used to men's eyes on her body and enjoyed it. I thought two can play this game and rested my open palm on her bare leg. I left it to linger - right at the high hemline - the warmth of my hand evident - my fingers curled near her inner thigh - a highly sensitive spot on most women.

We made small talk as we drove - I told her how lovely the resort was and how much she would enjoy the restaurants and the exercise facilities. I continued to toy with her bare leg as we drove along - she was touching me frequently in return and while the touches were not explicit, my cock thought otherwise. It was not difficult to follow her gaze and see how well she knew this. I held her bag in front of me as we entered the hotel lobby.

I led her towards the elevators and she looked puzzled about whether she should check in. I simply told her it had been pre-arranged. We rode up to the eighth floor in the glassed-in elevator - others present with us. I took her to room 807 and used the key card to open the door. As she entered, she began to ask which room I was in and then noticed my laptop on the desk. I explained the hotel was full but I'm sure we could behave responsibly in sharing the room. Immediately she took her bearings and saw just the one king-sized bed. Rachel asked if I expected her to sleep on the couch and I vaguely replied there would be no need for that.

More than twelve months past our first e-mail we were finally alone together - not in any public place. I embraced her again, more desperately than ever and sensed the same response. After several minutes of this - she broke away and said, "We must be careful.". 

"Of course", I replied. "Let me unpack for you - call Mitch and let him know you've arrived safely."

She declined saying she'd make the call and then unpack herself. I asked if she would like me to leave the room but she said no. I listened to the call with great interest. Clearly her responses told me Mitch's questions. I wondered where his imagination would take him when she said, "No there were no vacancies - I'll stay with Ryan."

With the call done, Rachel unpacked the few items she had brought. I left half the dresser for her and noticed her clothing as she put them in drawers. The shorts which must have been the peekaboo pair she had mentioned. A nice bikini, thong underwear in a variety of colours. The usual female collection of toiletries and cosmetics. While she unpacked I asked if she had had her supper. She told me she had not but would like to take a shower before changing for the restaurant. I made the reservation for an hour later and told her the shower was all hers but to call out if she needed any help.

A glance between us at the moment of truth. Did it make sense for two mature adults to change their clothing behind the bathroom door. She lay out a dress for supper and simply smiled at me saying she would be back soon. She disappeared into the bathroom and I soon heard the shower running. When you have contemplated a woman's naked body in your mind so many times, it is an exquisite torture to know that it is within 10 feet of you. My imagination back into overdrive as she washed her body.

When she came back out she was wrapped in two towels. One covering her head and the other wrapped about her - just long enough to cover all the mysteries I had just been dwelling on. Without any hesitation I smiled and her and said, "That's my towel! I'd like it back please."

"Really", she answered. "You don't provide towels for your room guests?".

"Of course I do - you've simply picked MY towel - hand it over."

She knew the game was afoot and a note of mischief entered her eyes. "And if I don't hand it over?"

"Then I'll be forced to take it away from you", I answered.

"Really! I'm likely too quick for you", she taunted.

I smiled back - loving this spirit. I remained seated in the chair just looking at her and then abruptly launched myself across the bed with no warning. My hand wrapped around her thigh but she quickly spun away and jumped over to the other side of the wide bed - grinning at me. I had caught a flash of dark, but sparse trim between her legs when she moved so quickly.

"Who would have thought Rachel so hard to catch", I teased. We both began to breath more rapidly - the battle of the sexes about to get physical. I made a feint left and a feint right and she jumped to and fro waiting for my real move.

"Are you buying me supper?", she asked out of the blue.

"Of course - consider yourself my guest for the entire stay".

"Well in that case, I guess I can let you have YOUR towel", she said.

This was disappointing news indeed until I saw her unwrap the towel from her head and toss it my way.

"Sorry Rachel - you've misunderstood. That was your towel. Mine is the other one."

"If you want it - you'll have to take it", she taunted.

I wanted it and this time I was too fast for her. I caught her in my arms and pulled her down to the bed - covering her with my weight so she could not escape. She struggled back and despite surprising strength was unable to work free. I grasped the edge of the towel and began to pull. Slowly undoing the fold at the top. Gently, I pulled the towel from beneath our combined weights and she was naked beneath me. I kissed her and her struggles continued and then rapidly weakened and ceased. Her mouth was hot and eager - her tongue active and probing. Our lips pressed together and apart and back together. My hand explored her cool damp naked flesh. Cool and damp most everywhere but hot and damp between her legs - a qualitative difference.

Rachel spread her legs to embrace me and I thrust against her. I was still fully clothed but my cock was hard and straight and nestled in her furrow. I rocked back and forth like this maximizing the sensations for both of us. I continued to kiss her and slid my hands beneath her naked ass to pull her even more tightly into me. Despite my clothing I was near climax and sensed the same for her - too many months of foreplay - too much anticipation - too long a drive from the airport.

Will. Did I have it or did I not? Was I even thinking at this point? Was she? Had it all come down to raw emotions and pure animal lust? I was focused only on her - her pleasure and my own. But a nagging thought: if I lost this battle, did I want to lose it in this fashion? - with my clothes still on - or did I want her as fully and completely as possible?

I pulled back and sat back on my legs to look at her. Her body completely naked before me for the first time - the sight of her only inflaming me further - sweat from both of us glistening on her skin - her thighs - her breasts - her belly. Her pussy swollen and slick. I was panting - deep breaths and shaking from the excitement. She looked at me - a note of understanding in her face but also a clear signal that the decision was mine.

I reached for the buttons on my shirt and began to undo them - watching her carefully. Her eyes widened and her pupils enlarged. There was no stop signal in her face - no effort to close her legs - no pretense of modesty.

I cast my shirt aside and she arose to embrace me. Her naked chest now pressed into my own - my chest hair brushing over her breasts. She reached behind my head and pulled my mouth back to her own - the intensity of her kisses hotter than before - a display of the talent of her tongue. I wrapped my arms around her and then felt her hands seek my belt. Quick fingers undoing the buckle, then the clasp. Her fingers on the zipper and then her hands pulling my pants to my knees.

Her hand sought my hard erection - caressing me through my underwear - tight against my eagerness. And then she freed me - pulling my underwear away and down to my knees. Her hand on my cock now - wrapped around - a tight confident grasp - stroking me expertly. Sometimes sliding her hand up and down the full length of me - other times concentrating on the engorged head of my prick.

My hands were exploring her body - caressing her flanks and back and shoulders. My kisses on her mouth and cheeks and neck and ears - trying to burrow into her face as tightly as I could manage.

I imagined how eager Mitch would be to see Rachel's hand wrapped around another man's cock. How often had he fantasized about this image and more like it. Was this thought running through his head at this very moment?

Rachel had fantasies of her own and was eager to realize one of them now. She pushed me back down on the bed and removed my clothing completely. She stretched out on top of me now and kissed me briefly and then started to push her naked body slowly down my own - trailing kisses as she went. Lips, chin, neck, chest. I knew where her mouth would lead and my cock was twitching in anticipation. Nipples next - and then belly - she was inhaling my scent as she went - muskier by the moment.

And then the moment - she took the base of my cock in her hand and slowly brought her face towards the head. I could feel her ragged hot breath on the tip and then the touch of her lips on tip of my cock - just like a gentle kiss. Her mouth was closed and her lips together and then she slowly began to engulf me - the most delicious of penetrations - taking more of me in - slowly opening her mouth to allow more of me inside - maintaining a tight and wet and hot envelopment of me. Moving inch by exquisite inch. Over the ridge of the head and steadily down - pausing briefly to torment me with her tongue - barely a minute into a blow job and I was nearly ready to explode.

And then the pausing was done and Rachel continued to draw me into her mouth - further and further down my shaft. My prick deeper and deeper inside her mouth and throat. I cannot describe how wonderful this felt. When her lips met her fist near the bottom of my shaft she squeezed even tighter and suctioned me more deeply into her mouth.

And then she got serious - practice and study evident in the expertise with which she attacked me. Rapid motions up and down - counter tempos between hand and mouth - rotations and tongue twirls - concentrating now on the head and then on the shaft.

My balls tightened - my body groaned - she understood I was on the precipice - that delicious moment - too short this time and then suddenly I was spurting inside her - my cum splashing deep into her throat - another man's semen pouring over her teeth and coating her tongue. She pulled back to watch and continued to stroke powerfully with her hand - the last spasms from me as urgent as the first - cum shooting from the tip of my prick - landing on her face and in her hair.

And then I was done - completely spent in so many ways - a year's anticipation into 30 seconds of incredibly intense pleasure. She continued to hold me - softly now - gently touching my cock - smiling at me.

Will. I did not have enough for Rachel. I smiled back at her. I told her that if she was willing to carry me to supper that I would take that chance to get my strength back and treat her to a wonderful dessert afterwards.

Supper took time and we savoured the anticipation of the meal and what would follow. I cautioned her to have a light meal - that one glass of wine would be plenty. She was incredibly happy and bubbly through supper - big smiles on her face as she thought of the incredible pleasure she had been able to provide. Each grin was answered by a smile of my own.

She looked marvellous. She wore a short black cocktail dress - off the shoulder - her makeup just right - her face still aglow from her exertions. I wanted her again - less rush this time but still a desperate desire.

"I want you Rachel. Just looking at you and my cock is getting hard again." 

I heard a shoe drop and then her warm bare foot sought and found the confirmation of what I had just told her. I reached under the table and caressed her foot - pulling it closer to me.

"Can you feel that excitement?", I asked her.

"Oh yes - as hard as you are Ryan, that's how wet I am."

I considered canceling dinner right then and there and rushing back to the room but did not. The meal arrived and we ate and chatted - much innuendo - much flirtation.

The waiter brought the dessert menu - but Rachel declined playfully telling him she'd been promised a different dessert already. He brought the bill and some mints - which melted in the mouth. I signed the bill to my room and then escorted Rachel from the dining room. I wrapped my arm around her waist and noted the looks on men's faces as we passed by them - lust towards her - daggers toward me.

The evening was pleasant and warm - the heat from the afternoon dissipating - fall darkness already settled on the resort. A thin crescent moon was low in the sky. I took her hand and led her towards the resort's gardens - many beautiful flowers and wonderful scents. Pathways through hedges and past tall shrubs. When we reached a safe distance from the hotel, I took her in my arms and looked into her eyes and kissed her. A taste of mint still present on her tongue. These were tender kisses at first but our passions were quickly roused and the kissing became more urgent.

Her tongue in my mouth was a powerful reminder of what that woman had done to me just a short while before - there was a jolt between my tongue and my cock and I became fully hard and upright once again. I pulled her closer to me. She stood on tiptoe and her dress rose with our efforts. I slid my hand down and cupped each of her cheeks in one hand. The material of her dress was silky and she wore a brief thong underneath. I could feel her ass through the thin material of the dress.

She ground against me - I pressed her hard against my crotch - pressure on her ass to maximize the contact. Our kisses frantic now - panting again between kisses. I explored her face with my lips - forehead - cheeks - chin - lips - often back to her lips and mouth. I kissed her ear - and then trailed kisses down her neck and along her bare shoulder.

I turned her around and she backed into me. I continued to kiss her shoulders and was now able to explore her body with my hands. Again the thin silky material of her dress but now my fingers were awakening her nipples beneath the material. My hands slowly drifted down and down until I reached the hemline and then the bare flesh of her thighs.

I brought my hand underneath her dress and found her hot and wet - the front of her thong soaked through - her swelling evident. My fingers found the top of her underwear and pulled them down for easier access. Her thong fell to her feet on the grass and she stepped out - my fingers now free to explore between her legs - so wet and so warm - my fingers found her clit and I started to caress her there. Caress not quite the right word - there was a definite intent in my fingers and her body told me the intent was good. She moved against me - surely the press of her ass against me was every bit as good as my finger on her.

With my other hand I continued to stroke her body - reaching up and touching her breasts - drawing my hand across her chest - playing with the edge of her neckline. I tugged at her neckline and she took the hint - she pulled the material down - exposing her breasts to the cool night air - oblivious to the notion that others might also explore the garden.

Her ass felt wonderful against me but I wanted more and could not wait. I dropped my pants and underwear and pulled her back against me. I lifted her dress above her waist and her bare ass was now pressing against my naked prick. Upright and centered between her cheeks. Her motions left and right driving me wild.

I pushed on her shoulders and she sank to her knees. I followed her onto my knees and watched as she sloped forward now - head towards the ground - her naked ass high in the air. I could smell the scent of her arousal. I took my cock in hand and brought it towards her pussy - rubbing the head against her wetness.

"What to you want Rachel?"

"Fuck me now, Ryan, Fuck me - Fuck me!"

I impaled her - not gently but one fierce, fast thrust deep inside her - hard enough to knock her forward. She pushed back and I pressed in deeply and then withdrew almost entirely and slammed into her again. Again and again - over and over hard inside her. Listening to her moan as she thrust back against me.

I paused briefly while deeply inside. I found her purse and reached inside for her cell phone. A recall brought up Mitch's number and I pressed call and then tossed the phone near on the ground near her face and continued to fuck her.

We heard Mitch answer hello but the only reply was the sound of Rachel's passion as I continued to pound into her from behind. He could hear her gasping breath - he could hear the moans and sighs with which he was so familiar. He could listen to his wife tell another man.


Will



I was not made as others. This is the rule that has shaped my life. To know myself was to know my difference; the thoughts dawned together. Then I grew, and learned more each day how much and how far I differed from my kind. 

Perhaps it is mercy that we are so unlike. For those companions of my youth, so bright and full of promise then, so tired and broken as they must surely be now, will never know what was taken from them. Our captors think us born to be slaves, for so it has been a thousand years and more, from that moment when first one of them set his will upon one of us. And it may be that they are right. For I have never met another of my people who seemed even to understand the bondage in which we are held, the servility that is forced upon us. Now and again one will fight – at the first rough touch of the bonds, the feel of a man's weight pressing down on a frightened young body, the lash of punishment when their will is contested. Then come the screams, the protests, the panting struggle. But there is only one ending. They yield. In time, all yield. We are what they would make us. 

I am not. Herein lies my difference, and very nearly my death. 

It may be that my father was like me; I have heard him cursed often enough, and most when I balked at my captors' commands or set my will plainly against theirs. But I did not know him. That is rare amongst our kind. He was brought; my mother and some others were given to him; he went. He was a giant in strength and clever as well, so they set him to breed as he would. But in me, they rued what they had created. They would rather I was dull in my wits. 

My mother was more their ideal – docile, gentle, "sweet-tempered" as they call it when one sinks easily into servility. When I was very young, still shy and clinging to her, I thought that she must be made as I was, and looked to her to explain our lives. But she offered no aid or even recognition of our plight, and so I began to learn my difference. Each night of my first winter, huddled in our dank and freezing shed, bound when our captors were free, hungry when they were fed, sunk in darkness while they lived in light and warmth, I puzzled on the fate that had befallen us. It was agony to see my people the slaves of those who did no labor but kept the fruits of our exhausted toil. But in the winter darkness my infant mind began to shape itself, and gradually I understood. It was not only that those around me lacked the courage to rebel – though their eyes were dull, their frames stooped and sunken, and their will ground out of them in endless toil and the hard cut of the whip. No. There was more. Their minds were in darkness. They were held in the prisons of their own thoughts and could not see our lives rightly, nor feel the bitter injustice that stung my heart. 

So I grew wiser. When I was very young, I had trusted our captors, as they brought me food and spoke soothingly to me. When older but not yet wise, I hated them, and resented any touch, any word, any attempt to win me with honeyed flattery and coaxing ways. They sought only to make me a slave from an infant, and I fought them bitterly, until there hardly was one of them who dared approach me. But then one day, dozing by a low window, I heard two of them talking, and learned what fate I built for myself. A slave so early fierce marks herself a dangerous creature; so, for me, they thought perhaps an early death the answer. I marked, and learned better; I submitted myself to them, and showed myself "sweet-tempered" until I could grow stronger and fight them plainly. In short, I grew crafty, sullen, deceptive and resentful of the thousand liberties they took upon me while I bided the hour when I might join the battle openly. 

That hour came when I was sold. I had word of it early; they wished to breed my mother again, and thought me a bad charm on any sibling. Too, they thought it time my childhood was ended; put plainly, they wished my spirit broken, my will crushed, and my body bound to some man of theirs to do with as he would. Though I had escaped a swift death in my childhood, still my nature was too unlike that of my comrades for them to relish the task themselves. They would sell me to some unsuspecting stranger and let him rue the poor bargain he had made. 

I tried to say goodbye to my mother. But I felt then more than I ever have the gulf that lay between me and others of my kind. She was gentle to me as always – but as sunken to our captors' will as they could wish. I had not even words, for only I had learned the language of those who held us in bondage. The others knew only the blows of a ready hand, or a few simple phrases beaten into them with effort by men who would have them heed readily. I could not tell her what I knew would come in the morning – but it was more than words that balked me. Though my heart cried out for one sign from her, one gesture of recognition in that form I loved, the light never came. She could not know me, nor know what it meant to be born as I was, raging against the lash, my life a scream of protest. She knew only the dull surrender of will that our captors taught so well, and prized with smirking self-congratulation when they had crushed it down upon a living, feeling being. I could only huddle against her, pressing close to her body for her warmth and scent, burning the moment into my mind as I stored it up against the world to come. 

In the morning they took me from her. As I was led over the hill down the long road leading from the home of my birth, she called out to me once, puzzled and curious as she realized that I was going. But I had no words to answer her, no way to tell her all that I knew and felt in my heart. I could only resolve not to give the joy of my despair to the grinning lout who yanked at my bonds, tugging me with him down the slippery cobbles of the road. I held my head up, and looked straight ahead as my people and family disappeared behind me. In all my life, I have never seen any of them again. 

They brought me to a market square and crammed me into a pen with others in my condition, poor helpless souls of all ages, male and female, child and grown, all huddled in terror as we faced our fates. I was too miserable to fight then, and too wary. I had learned the foolishness of struggling early and wildly with no object in mind. Our captors were merciless in our subjugation. If I broke loose here, there was no hope at all; one sight of me walking down the street of any town, and a dozen of them would be on me in an instant, casting me down in bondage until he who claimed ownership of me came to punish my disobedience. We were a marked race, with no hope of hiding our shame or evading their swift retribution. Too, they held food and water; to flee with no hope of finding those was only to hasten death or capture. Better to bide quietly; better to come away from those who knew my nature too well, and plan my path before I struck out upon it. 

Such were my thoughts as I crowded together with the others in the stink of filth, fear, and despair. Now and again a man would come and take away another of us to be pawed, pulled, and bartered over in the public square. I saw mothers and children dragged apart, some with screams of fear – though my heart broke less painfully then, in truth, than for those who watched their own kin brought to the block with only the same dull acquiescence that had been beaten into them from birth. At last my turn was come, and I was led blinking and stumbling into the press of men who flocked to buy our servile bodies. 

And I was servile. I saw well the glance of the man who claimed me, and knew his thoughts as well as if he spoke them. He did not like me, nor trust my new-found gentle ways. He was eager to be rid of me, and if I hampered him in that goal, I would pay a heavy price – perhaps the last price. I stood quietly, though I felt their hot, sweaty hands running over my body, feeling my chest and legs until my stomach rose and I trembled with hatred and revulsion. At last they had done their vile business, and traded my blood and spirit from hand to hand as if I were a cask of ale or a heap of old clothing. 

I was brought, then, to huddled knot of others like me, and now I began to learn what manner of man had bought me. We were all young there, I nearly the oldest though only just coming to think myself grown. All were scared; all hunched together in fear; none had a spark of anger or resistance. I was alone once more, and my heart fell. But I kept close watch on the men who guarded us, and listened carefully to their words. 

I learned then in speech what I would soon see in practice. We were bought by a man who trained our people for market. He took bright, flighty children and broke them, teaching them to fear the whip, to cringe before a fist, and to stoop to bondage and dull servility. He was such a one as I knew would come, and such as I had feared. As we followed him, bound in a long line, out from the market and through the cobbled streets, my heart sank in despair. Yet I watched still, and learned all I could. Every crumb of knowledge was a straw to cling to. We trudged all the day, over the hills and away to a distant town. At last we were brought to a great, drafty shed, packed in together – and then in the morning he began to break us. 

It was the work of many days, and so I had time to watch him. He would cut a frightened child out from the group, isolate his victim, and then set to work. This alone was terrible to see – but what words can express the horror at seeing my own people aid him in his cruelty? I had known my race to be broken and bound to our masters' wills, but to see their strength and swiftness turned into his own, their strong bodies racing to pin a frightened child and force her to a life of slavery – it near broke me before I ever felt the touch of the whip. 

But I must face the truth, which I had put from me again and again. I was alone. They were not made as I was, and I could not blame them for crimes that they could not even understand. I ached to see them made the tools of our captors, but the fault was not theirs; it lay in the hands that drove them. I could do nothing to help them, but must try to save myself. 

I sharpened my mind in watching how they worked. The bonds, I could see, aided them greatly. With my head held tight with ropes on either side, I would never be able to bring all of my strength to bear on any one of them. Two of our big males were used for the force of their bodies; they would push me aside and force me to stand and walk where they would. Then there were the men who moved with them; it was they who would place upon me the signs of my bondage, the heavy leather and metal that would let them use my body as they would. I watched them intently, thinking how best to fight them, seeking where they might lie open to one as strangely made as I. When they came to me at last, some days after they had begun to break my comrades to slavery, I felt myself ready. 

I made no protest entering the ring where they gathered, laughing, to watch my torment. I had seen others try to bolt, and saw where it got them. The two big males on either side walled them off easily; none escaped that way, and many spent all of their strength in striving, so that they were left exhausted and helpless when the real struggle began. I came quietly with my head down, my feet shuffling, looking as meek and biddable and spiritless as I knew how. Here, among people who did not know my ways, I was believed. 

"Pokey little whore, int she?" The man I'd watched most carefully – the one who stood in the center of the ring and directed the others with a sharp voice – spoke as I came in. His eyes were cruel and spiteful, but I held my ground and my temper. This was not the time, not yet. They had two ropes on me, one held by each of the men on either side, and they were watchful still. They usually were, until the gate of the corral shut. I stood sloppily, limp, and nosed at the dust as the gate swung closed behind me. Then they did as I had seen them do before. One stood back, holding the rope, while the other bent down to tie his line to a post. That was my moment.

A man stooping down from a horse is in a bad position. He has no grip on his mount and no balance in his body. I yanked hard on the rope as he bent, grown careless, and pulled him with me. The other was ready, braced to hold me – but I didn't run away. I'd see too many try that and fail; I was not the equal of their strength. I ran at him. 

That startled him. The man was surprised, and the mount more so. I charged them with fire in my eye, and the horse shied at the last moment. The rider barely kept his seat, and he dropped the rope. I shot off as fast as I could, straight at the one who was still struggling in the dust. He covered his head as I flew over him, and with a feeling of exultation I felt the rope pull out of his hand. I circled to the far end of the corral and turned, their bonds dangling loose before me. The first victory was mine. 

I thought then that I could win. I thought that if I put enough of them off, they would let me go. Such is the naiveté of youth. I had no real grasp of the role my people played in the world – of the money the men had put into purchasing me, the value I would have once trained, or the simple cruel arrogance of men that forbade them yielding to one such as I. It was a child's dream of freedom. But at that moment it seemed real. 

I soon learned otherwise. The man in the center of the ring – the one with the whip – watched all of this calmly, though his eyes narrowed as he looked me over. The others picked themselves up cursing; he only smiled, an ugly smile that made me shift uncomfortably on my feet. I could not get the bonds from off my head, and the long dangling ropes threatened to trip me at every step. Still, I had hope; I was a thing unknown to them, and might yet play them some tricks. 

He sent men to take the ropes. That I was ready for, and stopped easily enough. I knew that they expected me to run and would stay with me, letting me have my head until they gathered force, several on each rope, pulling me every way until they mastered me by brute strength. I ran at them instead, charging them every time they approached, running them off and pulling the ropes into a heap by my head. At last they gave up. I watched their leader then, and he watched me. 

He set my people upon me. This was the cruelest trial, though he would punish my body ruthlessly before he had done. My heart ached when I saw the two big males come at me, each with a man upon his back. The men had whips in their hands, and sought to herd me to a corner of the corral where others might seize and tie the ropes. But I heard the instructions their master shouted, and understood them as well as they did. 

I moved to the center of the ring, and when they approached I snapped and bit at the men's legs and at the necks and manes of my poor brethren. I hated to see them pay the price of their masters' sins, but I had no other choice. They were too strong, fully grown and powerfully built, and could too easily force me into danger. The men cut at me with their whips until I danced and shied under their blows, but I wheeled again and again to the center of the ring, and followed them with determined teeth until I seized one's leg and dragged him nearly from his saddle. Then their leader scowled and waved them back, and I was alone once more in the corral.

At last they came at me together. They put their horses up, wary of the danger should they panic, and summoned all their number. Then they came in together, and from every side – and the chief breaker with them, his whip in hand. 

They were too many. But I ran for their leader, determined to make my presence felt. He stood his ground to the last, then slashed at my face with the whip and sprang aside. The pain made me wild and near blinded me. As I shook my head and tried to wheel on him, his men darted in on every side, snatching at the lead ropes. I spun and lunged, and more than one felt my heels or my teeth – but for every man who darted out from under my angry attack, more slipped close at my back and sides, until I was hemmed and raging helplessly. At last they caught up the lines that hung from my halter, and the long struggle began. 

They wore me down. With half a dozen on the lines, I could not fight them forever. Finally they dragged me close enough to begin winding the ropes around the two posts they had used to break so many of the others, and then I knew that it was useless to protest. Soon they had me fixed between them, and I ceased my struggles to save my breath for the next battle. 

They were wise of me now. They did not wait, as they had with others, to try my temper, but tied my head so short and tight than I had no chance to bite them. I kicked one or two hard enough to send them stumbling off, but they had a cure for that as well. One caught up my leg – he was brave, I admit – and tied it up to hobble me. Then I could neither kick nor bite, but must stand in raging helplessness as their leader approached. 

Then he threw it upon me – the saddle, that hated symbol of subjugation. The thick padding and heavy leather struck my back with a hot, loathsome weight that drove me wild with frustration. I thrashed violently, but they had bound me too well; I could only seethe with hatred as they pulled the strap tight and fixed the vile thing to me. 

The bit and bridle were worse. They crammed the metal up to my teeth as I snapped and bit wildly. Then one pulled it back hard, and behind me their leader kicked suddenly up into my gut, a hard, ruthless blow that shot the wind out of me and made me gasp and stagger. The bit shot home over my tongue and back behind my teeth, and I found myself gagging on the taste of the metal while I was still staggering for balance. He laughed and slapped my flank.

"Not so canny as you think, ay, you hussy?" I laid my ears flat to my skull. He was an evil creature, swift to hurt and with a joy in it. He watched my rolling eye with satisfaction as the first of his men climbed up into the saddle. 

"This 'un'll take some ridin'," he said with a grin. "But we'll show her we knows our business. Take her out, Bill." 

They let my foot down and loosened the leads from my halter. When my head was free they jumped loose, and it was well for them that they did. As it was, I snapped hard at the one to my right and caught a mouthful of his arm that set him shrieking. Then the leader cut me smartly with his whip, and the pain and surprise shot me forward. In a moment I found myself in the center of the corral with the loathsome weight of the rider clinging to my back. 

I bucked and thrashed in a wild fury; my fear and rage drove all thought before them, and for a space I was no more a thinking creature than the least of my brethren. But at last I mastered myself. I had seen them break the others; the men clung tightly, hard to throw, and few horses managed it. I stopped dead in the center of the corral, feeling the man shift his weight uncomfortably on me. Then I turned and bolted at the others, driving them scrambling over the fence. The one on my back hauled at the bit, yanking at my mouth until the pain sang through me, but my rage burned past it and I kept my course. The leader would have stood his ground, but I went hard for him and at last he must fly, though he slashed the whip across my face hard enough to draw blood. I nearly caught him as he flew over the fence, but his men pulled him to safety. I stood, panting hard, eyeing him with all the hatred in me. Then I threw myself down and rolled. 

I caught the rider between the earth and my body. When I stood he lay groaning on the ground. I let them to him for pity, though I was sorely tempted to make an end of him, and they pulled him from the ring and stood together muttering. Then their leader lashed me into a corner with the heavy strike of his whip, and another man sprang into the saddle. 




Will



I do not know how many I threw from me that day. The breaker took to beating me between riders, first with the lash of his whip, then with the heavy butt, and then with a cudgel after one of his men was carried off unable to stand. The pain and the brutality of him were terrifying, but I matched his savagery with my own, and lashed out at every man who came within my reach. By the time the sun was setting, blood dropped to the dust wherever I stood. My hide stung from the cuts of the whip, and I ached with the bruising their leader had given me. At last he glared at me long and hard, then spoke to his men. 

"Tie her by the posts. No food for the cunt, nor water either. We'll see how she minds in the morning." 

They did as he bid them, tying my head so tightly that I could not move nor lay, but must stand miserably and think of the thirst that I had worked into while fighting them. My body was wet with lather and ached in every part, and my heart pounded with rage and frustration as I tore at the ropes that held me. 

I stood alone that night, watching my poor brethren graze and doze in the pasture nearby. What it would have meant to me to have one gesture, some sign that they knew my suffering, I cannot say. But no. When my torment had ceased to be an active event, they went back to their grass with as little thought of me as of the church steeple that rose over the trees a mile or more behind us. I was alone, and felt it more than I ever had. 

The two days that followed are hazy in my memory. They gave me no water, so that the trough in the corral became a constant torment to me, a promise of relief just beyond my reach. They set more men to ride me. I threw some, though I was weakening, and bit or kicked whatever I could reach. I went for their leader when I saw him, but by the evening of the second day I was too battered and exhausted to try the fence he stood behind. They beat me, off and on, all through that day, and the next as well, until the pain grew faint and distant from constant use. By the morning of the third day my tongue hung from my head, and I scarcely had the heart to resist their will. Yet something in me would not yield – some spark of defiance, some deep insistence that I was not meant to live as they would have me. I had no means to tell them what I was. I do not think they would have cared if they had known. But that core of me, that part that saw and knew more than others of my kind – that would not die, although my body began to fail. 

At last I could only lay down, or roll on my side. They kicked and whipped me, but I refused to rise. If I could not throw them from me, then I would give them no joy in keeping their seats, but let them sit upon a thing dead to their entreaties. They brought spurs, digging into my flanks until the blood came, but they had undone their own work there. Through hunger, thirst, and the savagery they had shown me, I cared nothing for the pricking of spurs, not even when they slashed at me with an angry vengeance. I lay and let them do as they would. At last, late in the third day, their leader came to crouch by me, looking into my eyes as I lay in the dust. 

"You're over-canny, you little whore. And it's an evil eye you had from the first. But we'll see if you'll kick goin' down a dog's throat." 

Then he spat in the dust and nodded to his man. 

"Send her on t' knacker's in the morning." 

The man nodded, and I heard my sentence spoken. 

Death seemed good to me. I lay in the dust, feeling it raw in my throat as I lay too beaten even to lift my head. They tied me to the post and left water in my reach, but I scorned it. I was beyond all care. They only looked to have me walk to my death and not be forced to drag me from the corral. I would not oblige them. I looked long at them, then lay my head down in a last gesture of defiance. My body ached and trembled with pain, near death with suffering and deprivation. Yet my heart rejoiced. I died no slave to them. 

The first I knew of him was his voice. It was faint and far away, up over me as he spoke to my captors. I drifted between life and death, all my will intent upon the latter. I would escape them. But the voice droned like a bluebottle, catching my ear when I would have lain lifeless. 

"I'll have her. What did you pay for her, five pounds? I'll give two. It's more than you'll get from the knacker." 

"You'll not want this 'un. I've some beauties back at the stables, broke and unbroke just as you like. This 'un's a bad lot, worst I've seen. There's a witchin' on her." 

"I'll pay as you will. Only let her up, and give her water." 

Their voices buzzed overhead as my mind drifted. The man with the whip argued; the one with the softer voice spoke back. The words swung back and forth, fading as the world grew darker. Then I felt a cool trickle on my mouth, and with some effort opened my eyes. 

The soft-speaking man was crouched by my head, pouring water from a bucket over my muzzle. As it touched my parched tongue the relief was terrible; though I ached to die, I licked at the stream that fell on my lips. The man touched my neck, stroking my mane. My angry resentment rose up, but when I sought to move I was shocked with the weakness of my body. I hardly had strength to rouse to hatred, and could not struggle upward enough even to bite him. I lay numb with suffering and exhaustion, drinking in the water. Even as I drank, I rued it; it would only prolong my torment. Yet I could not resist the sweet coolness that soothed my lips and tongue.

His hands found the buckle of the bridle. My heart was so hot with rage, my spirit so bent and tortured with their use, that I knew nothing of his actions. I only wished that I had the strength to fight him. But he loosened the buckle, and a moment later I tasted blood and metal as the bit slid over my tongue. He drew it gently from my mouth and pulled the bridle from my head. 

"There, girl. Shhh. I'll do you no harm," he murmured as he cast the tangled bonds aside. The others cried out to him to mind himself, and the leader stepped forward sharply, laying a hand on his arm. 

"Here now! You've paid nowt for the beast, whatever your fine words, and I'll not have her loose amongst my men. You've a fine soft heart in you, but this 'uns a devil when she's up. I'll not have your death on my hands." 

The man threw him money, and the bridle with it. When he spoke his voice was quiet, but there was a bitterness behind his words. 

"I'll preserve you from this dangerous beast. That's more than another would give you for as sorry a wreck as you've made of her." 

The leader scowled but said nothing more. The money must have been enough, I thought hazily, letting my head fall down upon the man's lap as he knelt by me in the dust. My heart was still hard against him, but he'd taken the tormenting bit from my mouth, and he poured cool water again, washing the taste of blood and dust from my tongue. As he did, he touched my nose, a soft, gentle touch. My mind drifted back to a day when I was very young, standing shy by my mother in the green near pasture. A man brought his children to see the horses. They touched my nose softly, and they fed me apples.

"Take the saddle off." The breaker scowled, but the man met his eye unflinching. He was dressed as roughly as they, though his words were softer, and he looked fit to stand against them, though his hands worked gently on my body.

"You put it on her; you can take it from her." 

The men did not like this, but they did his bidding. They yanked the girth cruelly hard at first, but they did loosen it and a moment later lifted the hot, aching weight from my back. I trembled with relief, though the sweat stung where the leather had galled my hide. The man poured more water into my mouth, then filled the bucket at the trough and poured it slowly over my body. The feel of it was beautiful; I closed my eyes and shivered under it. 

"We're shutting up for the day. Take your knacker's meat elsewhere. I've no mind to have my yard used for a shambles." 

The leader grinned at that, while the man who crouched by me gave him a dark look. He put his hands under my jaw and urged me up with gentle motions. 

"Come, girl. Can you rise? Shh, easy now … would that I need not move you, but see if you can hobble some little way."

He spoke soothingly, his voice soft. No doubt that was all he thought I heard, the soft tones that lulled my comrades. But I knew the sense of his words, and what had been said to him. I lay there a long moment, hope and despair warring in my heart. It seemed easier to die than to live and fight again the battle that had laid me in the dust. But life does not go easily. At last I raised my head, and with more effort than I could have dreamed it would cost me, I struggled to my knees, and finally to my feet. 

The man held my halter, stroking again along my nose. His hands were gentle, though I flinched, in truth, at any touch. He looked over me, then began slowly to walk with me out through the corral gate. The breaker sneered as he called after him. 

"Knacker's is down hill, more luck to you. You'll need it to walk your dogs'-meat that far!" 

The gate swung shut, and we walked into the lane. 

I was in no shape to go far. Mercifully, I did not need to. The man walked by me, as slowly as I willed, and led me to a field where I sank down gratefully. The breaker's yard was near the edge of the village, and there in a field of wild thyme and clover we might rest undriven. I lay down, half-falling, but faintly glad of the cool, soft green and the scent of thyme in the breeze. The man came to sit beside me. 

He was built light, wiry with muscle though his hands touched soft upon me. He carried a pack, and I thought from the first that he went upon some journey, for he took from it food, a blanket, and other such things as are needful to a traveler. His hair was long, brown, and curling, and he had a short, close-cropped beard. He sat down by my head and took an apple from his pack, cut it open with a knife, and offered me the half of it. Weary though I was, and aching through all my body, the scent of it was good, and I took it from his hand as meekly as the dumb, tame creature he thought me. 

"There, girl," he said. "We'll see you through. Or God help you, you'll have a kinder death than you would have met in that yard. Will you eat?" 

He gave me the rest of the apple, and I ate it. Sleep was coming fast in the wake of suffering and great labor; I felt my eyes drooping and fought to waken. Something in him angered me, something in his gentle manner that left me soft and weak, nosing the apple from his hand like a tame pony. I was wary and bitter that he might so remake me. But he only coaxed me to my feet and brought me to water, a low rill that tasted sweet and clean. I drank thirstily, then lay down in the clover and knew no more. 

When I woke he slept by me. The dawn had come. It is not like our race to sleep so soundly or so long, but I had been near to the sleep that has no waking, and was slow even now to rouse. I stirred stiff and painful, the weary numbness of the day before giving way to a hot, bruised ache. I struggled to raise my head and look about me. 

The sun was rising over the meadow. The dew was on the clover, and I felt a sudden appetite. I had not eaten in three days, though my stomach did not trouble me for much of it, for I was sick and loathe to the very bone in my torment. Now, though my bruised limbs were agony, my stomach spoke to me. I gathered myself awkwardly to stand. 

The man woke as I arose. He did not come to take my halter, as I thought he would, but lay there by me, watching me eat. He seemed pleased as I cropped at the clover, pulling up mouthfuls of fresh cool green. 

"You've your strength this morning, aye?" he said, watching me as he lay back at his ease. I eyed him as I kept my head down, grazing. He was an odd man. I expected a whip, a rope – some sign of his ownership. Yet none appeared; he made no move even to take my head. I pondered this as I ate, wondering what to make of him. He lay there easy in the morning sun, watching me, seeming content to leave me my head. After a space he dug in his pack for bread and broke off pieces, eating and tossing hunks of it to me. I ate them, watching him still. He didn't act in any way that I understood, and so he made me nervous. 

Finally he stood. He came toward me slowly, looking away from my eye with his body down and gentle, turning half away instead of rushing forward as men are wont to do. That approach was so strange that he had a hand on my halter before I really saw what he was about. He patted my neck, touching lightly on the welts and bruises left from my harsh usage, and spoke to me as he ran his hands over my coat. 

"Poor girl. Would I could give them the same themselves. My God, they've made a wreck of you." 

He put his hands around the top of my foreleg then, and began to run them down to the hoof. It was a sudden, intimate touch, closer than I liked him, and I jerked back and laid my ears flat. Somehow I disliked him more for that soft, hesitant touch than I would have if he'd picked the foot up roughly to look for stones. A groom's touch I knew – brisk, thorough, pragmatic. This was different, a gentle touch that strove to do more than just look for hurts. He would soothe me with that touch, and I resented it. I would not fawn on him like their idiot dogs, that would take blows and food from the same hand and wag their tails and grin like cowards. I backed away from him, angry though my body still ached with weariness. 

He stopped, raising up his hands as if to show me that he would not use them. Then he held out another handful of bread. I struggled with myself. I scorned his bribery, and knew that he only sought to take my head again. But the world is a place of humans. Their towns, their roads, their villages – any of them that I entered was a trap to me. Any man who saw me walking loose would think me his property – a piece of luck, money or servant or slave to his household. Perhaps there was some place farther from men where I could hide myself; I dreamed it, some times. But I had never seen such a place. In the world I knew, if I would not be seized and beaten and pressed into service by any man I met, then I must go with one of them. This one had shown me some mercy. Though he might turn out as badly as any, yet he forbore for now – and now I could not run, not alone. I must try him. 

I took his bread. But I shoved his hand away with my nose when he would have taken my halter, and I showed my teeth to him, laying back my ears. He stepped back smartly – no fool, at least. I ate the bread and then suffered him more patiently when, some minutes later, he came again with his slow, cautious approach. With a sigh, I let him take the halter and lead me to the water I knew well enough how to find on my own. 

While I drank, he dug in his pack and took out a cloak. He tore a long strip from the bottom and soaked it in the stream, then slowly came up by my shoulder and began to daub at the dust and blood that were matted in my coat. I turned to watch him and he eyed my teeth warily, but his touch was gentle and I saw the sense in it. My poor witless cousins might hide their wounds and let them run to bad, but I knew that cleaning helped, and in that, at least, I have never been slow in seeking a human hand. I stood quiet, and he began to stroke my mane and speak to me as he worked. 

My injuries were many and his task tedious, but he stuck to it with a patience that surprised me. At length I lay down by the stream, tired from much standing, and he sat by me, tending my wounds and speaking to me all the while. He had a low, soft voice that ran on like the sound of a brook, quiet, lulling, soothing even while my heart rebelled against being soothed. He talked of all manner of things – horses he had known, what he thought of the men who had beaten me, where he lived and how long a road we had to go there. I let it run over me. The tone was what he sought, the low, soothing tone that no doubt worked its charms on duller beasts. The words, he thought, were nothing. I marked them as well I might, but my eyes began to droop. At last I dozed as he talked on, washing away the dust and dried blood and cleaning each mark the lash had left on my body. 

When I woke he had finished and sat on the grass by the stream, his back mostly to me. He smiled to himself as he stirred the water with a reed, watching the swallows dip and wheel above the meadow and the little fish glimmer in the water. He seemed harmless enough, though I had seen how quickly a man might turn from idle to dangerous. There was something about this one – a repose, a simple pleasure in what he saw – that struck me. He did not know that I woke; he had no reason to deceive me, or knowledge that he could. If I judged rightly, I saw the man as he was, and he seemed … different. I was wary of him still. But when he stirred and rose, I let him take my halter, and I rose with him. 

We began walking that day, gently and with many rests. I doubt we covered more than a few miles, just enough to take us from the breaker's village to a little hamlet further down the valley. Before we left, the man stopped in the village and bought a rope, and this he fastened to my halter. I did not like it, but I thought carefully on what he had done. He had bought food and this rope, but nothing else – no saddle, no bridle, no bit. I held my peace and let well enough alone. I would bide my time and gather my strength, so that when he showed me those signs of servitude, I might resist him better. As we walked he held the rope in his hand, but he held it lightly, walking by my head and letting me choose my own pace. I kept close enough by him that he had no need to tug at me, and he did not, but walked steadily by my side. 

The days that followed passed with a peaceful slowness. As my strength returned I walked longer, my muscles losing their ache with gentle use, good rest and fresh clean grass. The man bought other food as we went, oats or beans or corn where he found them, and gave them to me in handfuls throughout the day. He was wise in this; my poor dumb brethren would glut themselves on rich food, and I had seen the agony in which one of them died after slipping the gate and gorging in a field of young corn. I knew better, but the man could not know this; so he guarded my health for me, and I found a respect for him in his care of my safety. 

He was cautious of my weakened strength as well, and we stopped often to rest or to doze through the hot noonday in green meadows or shaded woods. One day when I woke I found him lying up against my body, his head on my flank. I got quickly up and left to graze, and dozed on my feet when we stopped next. Yet that night when the weather grew cool I lay down again, and it was pleasant when he came to lay his warmth against me. 

He bought a brush, as well, and began to groom me. This at first I did not trust; I remembered his soft, coaxing touch on my leg, and I did not like him or the strange yielding that touch stirred in me. But he spoke so gently, and would slip out the brush so easily, ever and anon, whenever we stopped to rest or drink, that at last he began to persuade me. He would slide it into his tunic when I was grazing or drinking, and then when he came by me I would feel it, a soft stroke or two, no more. Then he would stand with the brush in his hand, showing it to me and letting me smell it. I knew his purpose; he thought me a frightened, witless creature, and sought to accustom me to the touch of the brush. But it was his manner that won me, for he was patient and did not seek to force my will. Soon he brushed me longer, and I found that it was good. I could not resent it. 




Will



Still he did not seek to take up my feet or touch my legs, and when at last he did I hardly noticed it, and felt a fool. He worked his way so gradually to it, at every pause and rest brushing a little further down my legs and touching a little more with his hand, that the first time he took up my hoof I made no struggle at all, and only a moment later, as his fingers brushed over the sole in search of stones or bruises, did I realize what he had done. I was uneasy, and he did not hold me long; as my ears fell back he put the hoof down, but not hastily, snatching his hands away, as one might expect from a frightened man. He set it down gently and stroked the pastern as he squatted, looking up at me. He risked much in doing that; he put himself in reach of my rear hoof, and I might easily have done him an injury he would not have risen from. Yet he squatted there, touching my leg gently, and rose without hurry, his eyes on mine. It troubled me, and I walked off to graze and think on it alone. He let me go. Yet at the next stop he took up another hoof, and I let him. 

As we walked he talked to me, his voice rambling quietly as we trod the trail together. His name was Will; he told me that early. Soon he named me as well, I think the more easily to speak to me as we went. He had had no name from the man who owned me, and my own people have no words, nor names to give. So he put one upon me, and I was called Shanglan. He called me that, he said, for a horse that was famous in bravery and strength, and black like me. Then he told me of Black Shanglan, a horse that served a great warrior of men, and fought by him in battle. He liked to tell tales, I could see; how else was it that he told them to me, whom he thought dumb and witless like all others of my breed? He told them to himself in telling them to me, and little thought that he had an audience. Yet it soothed me; soothed and troubled me, like his touch upon my hooves.

He was a pleasant companion, and that was a thing I was unused to in man or even in my own race. It was good to hear his quiet talk and feel his hands soothe my hurts and tend my needs. But I could make nothing of his goals, and this troubled me. Whenever I began to feel at peace, ambling along beside him, this rose again to my mind, and I was uneasy. I knew from his words that we sought a camp some two weeks' travel distant; I saw, curiously, that he sought to avoid notice, for we would rest by a village in the evening and he would enter it swiftly in the early morning, buying supplies at some farmhouse or inn and departing 'ere the sun was well up. He would tie me, then, to a tree, and each time I felt that hot rage begin to seethe in my belly as he leashed me like a hound. But it was the only time he sought to bind me; when we walked he let the lead-rope hang loose and gave me my head to set our pace, only drawing it taut to guide me past a fork in the road or to lead me to water or pasture. 

I could not make out what he sought to do with me. He fed me, tended my wounds, and handled my feet gently each day, searching for stones or bruises as I shivered under his odd, stroking touch. I could not see why he did this, other than to guess that at the end of it, ill or well, I would face again the same old enemies: the bridle, the bit, and the saddle. There were times when I felt my heart soften toward him – when he brought a soothing salve to rub into my wounds and covered each lash-mark with a gentle hand, or when he walked with me smiling and sharing out a bunch of new carrots. But then I would think of the bridle, the bit, and the saddle, and my heart would harden once more. 

My mind was much upon this as the days passed – and so I did not mark when he first began to suspect me. I had lived too long amongst men who saw only what they willed; I did not think how my actions marked me to one who thought deeply and was with me every hour. There were signs, when I thought upon it later. He began to hesitate, some evenings, in grooming me, looking at me long before he would start, and when he must guide me with the rope his manner grew strange and diffident. It was not a great change; I do not think that he said the thing outright to himself, or truly asked what it was that he suspected. But there was doubt in his heart, and some trouble. Still, he did not say it, and I did not see it, and so I did not realize that I had begun to betray myself. 

At last, early one morning, I was awakened to my error. We stood on the crest of a hill, looking down at a little village below. I had seen how little bread remained in Will's pack the evening before and knew that he must stop here to refresh his provisions. With a sigh, I turned to a tree near at hand. I hated to be tethered, but if I must resign myself to it, I would have it over with swiftly. I faced the trunk and waited irritably for him to tie the rope. 

He did, but he looked strangely at me, and I saw in that moment how odd it must appear. It was no secret to him that I hated to be tied. Indeed, he was mindful of it; he had taken to bringing me some coaxing favor, a lettuce or a piece of bread or a handful of barley, each time he came to untie me, as if to make amends. The food I resented, although I took it; his crude bribery only reminded me how little he weighed my wit, and how much he thought me a dumb slave like all the rest of my race. But his words and manner won more sympathy from me, for he never tied me, nor released me from the bondage I endured with a raging heart and restive body, without stroking my mane or my nose or my shoulder, and telling me that he was sorry to do it. Of course, he thought mostly to soothe me with the sound of his voice; yet he chose the words himself, and might have said any he liked if he meant nothing by them. Each time he begged my pardon in gentle and earnest tones. 

Still, he knew how I hated it, and how I glared balefully as the rope was tied off. Now he paused to look at me, surprise and dawning suspicion on his glance. I saw my error and stood as ill-tempered as I might, giving him a dull look of stupid dislike while my heart pounded in fear. He looked hard at me, standing there with the rope in his hand. Then he shook his head as if to clear it and tied me, murmuring as he did.

"Ah, you're a clever girl, to come so well to it. 'Twill be but a moment, and I will have you free again and upon the road." 

He tried to talk himself into an ease with my actions, but his voice was troubled and doubtful, and as he went down the road into the village he paused and glanced back at me.

That day I found his eye on me in many quiet moments. It was hard to meet it, for it is difficult to act naturally once one begins to question one's behavior. I thought at first to manifest some notable piece of stupidity such as my witless cousins might perform – to tread upon his pack, or startle badly at some simple distraction, or balk in the crossing of a stream or a fallen tree. Yet I saw quickly both how foolish I had been not to do such things from the first, and how it was of no use to do them now. He had marked already where my actions differed from those of my brethren; his quick brown eyes were shrewd though kind, and I saw that day, as I watched him more carefully, just how lively they were, and how bright with wit. To make clumsy errors now would only draw attention to their absence in the past; he would grow more suspicious rather than less. 

Instead I made the best of what I thought he might believe – that I was more intelligent than was common in my breed, but only as one cow or pig is more intelligent than another, not the great gulf that in truth existed. I struggled to hold myself neither more meek than I had been, nor more stupid, nor more clever, nor more rebellious, and by the day's end I was worn to exhaustion with watching and questioning my every movement. 

That evening we came to rest by a stream bordered in clumps of willows. I grazed near its verge and he walked with me, chewing a stalk of grass and pacing by my head. He was quiet, and seemed thoughtful. When he ate he gave me pieces of bread from his hand, and his eyes met mine so searchingly that I was loathe even to take the food. Later, when I lay down to rest, he came to me, crouched down by my side, and put his hand to my shoulder. He looked long into my eyes, and it was all I could do to lay still; my heart beat hard, so loud that I thought the sound alone would betray me. He held my gaze for a long while, crouching there with his hand warm against my coat. His look was a question – but I dared not answer. 

At last he turned and lay down by my flank, very slowly and with his eyes on mine, barely touching me at first and then gradually letting his weight come to rest against my body. He seemed to ask, as if he half-guessed – or guessed, but only half believed. He looked into my eyes until I could meet his no longer, and I lay my head down upon the grass. 

I could not sleep, for sleep itself troubled me. It is the habit of my people to doze lightly, not in great lengthy slumber like men. Nor do we often sleep the night through in one place upon the ground, but shift about and spend much of our lives on our feet. When Will and I had begun our journey, I had been glad enough to lay all the night in a field of soft clover or young grass; my body was sore and broken, and I more weary than I had ever thought mere walking could make me. But as I threw off the exhaustion and weakness of my torment, I came back to a more natural sleep, drowsing and waking to test the air and listen to the wild cries of owls in the darkness. Yet for several nights together now, I had lain down with the man, and had not risen until he woke with the dawn. Though once I had resented his weight against my body, now I would not gladly wake him while he slept, nor move from him while he lay, warm and soft, against my side. There was a comfort in him. This troubled me – yet I lay quiet, and did not rise. 

At length the moon came up, and I turned to look at him. He lay against my flank, soft in sleep. He had begun his slumber on his back with my body propping his head, but now he had turned his cheek to my side as he curled against me. I reached my muzzle toward him, breathing in his scent. He smelled of leather, of hard work and long walking, of wood smoke and leaves and grass. Beneath was the scent of his hair, his lips, his breath and his body. It was a warm, strong smell, and it was good to have him laid there against me, relaxed in sleep and gentle as a man can seem when all the fight and arrogance and cruelty are out of him. I breathed him in deeper, and when his eyes opened – as it seemed I knew they must – I met them. He touched my muzzle, and when I did not draw away, he pressed his lips to the tender velvet. It was a gentle touch, but it sent a shiver through me. We lay there, how long I could not say, while Will stroked my jaw and my nose, and kissed now and again the soft skin of my muzzle. As he did, he murmured low, gentle words – "Good Shanglan. Trust me. I'll do you no harm." 

His touch moved me strangely. It was a simple thing, no different to the caresses that children had given me when I was a foal. And yet it was different. I lay long with a troubled mind. But last I slept, and as peacefully as I ever had – with Will curled warm against my flank. 

When I woke, all of my misgivings came back to me. At night and under the moonlight, the world seemed different. But the dawn rose cold and real. I rose, shaking off Will who slept against me, and went to drink at the rill and then go to graze. As I fed, I eyed him to see how he carried himself this morning. 

He looked at me long as he rose and stretched himself, and sat a while watching me graze. He was quiet, and I could not read his expression. Then he went to wash and drink, and then came to walk by me as I grazed, as was his way when he was thoughtful and wished for company. Usually he would speak, but now he waited so long that I thought he would stay silent. At last he held out his hand with the brush in it, and met my eyes. 

"Will you have me brush you, Shanglan?" 

His voice was level, but his face was troubled. He made no step toward me but simply stood, his hands outspread, waiting for his answer. 

I dropped my head as indifferently as I could and tore at the thick grass, though my legs trembled. He guessed. He guessed, and more; he asked. I saw again the moonlight, and felt the touch of his lips on my muzzle. It was gentle; it soothed, and asked nothing in return. But what man had ever shown me pity? What mercy could I hope for from him? And how much worse would it be if he knew what I was? Would he fear me, or seek to master me – destroy me, or make me utterly his slave? 

I cropped fiercely at the grass. It was wrong that he would do this – that he would stand there waiting my will when he knew that I could have none and coaxing me to betray myself when there was no safety for me in this world. It angered me that he could ask this – and that he could call up, from deep within, a voice that answered, a longing to reveal myself. At last I could not eat but only stared down at the grass and earth. I could see nothing but the shape of him, even when I would not look.

The brush touched me. I shuddered, so that it betrayed me in every way, but it was beyond my power to stop. He brought the brush to my shoulder, gently, and then drew it in a long sweep along my body. I felt his eyes upon me, but I could not meet them, and only stood with my head down, closing my eyes as he drew the brush along my flank, over my hip and down my leg. When he brought it back to my shoulder, he touched his other hand to my chest, steadying me, and I felt his warm palm rest there as he slid the brush down my barrel. 

"Shanglan," he said softly. He was close to me now, his body brushing all along my leg and shoulder as he reached up to brush my back and my far flank. "Will you trust me?" 

How could he ask it? I closed my eyes, for I could not meet his now without giving him my secret. I clung to the hope that he might think himself deceived. Humans do not easily believe what they wish not to be true; his fear of what I might be could yet persuade him to think me only a horse. I must show him no sign that I was anything else.

Yet I trembled under his touch. He had touched me before; he took my hooves in his hands every day now. But this touch ... there was knowledge in it. As he slid the brush down again, slow and strong, over my shoulder and along my flank, I swayed on my feet. The stroke of the brush and the press of his hand on my chest lulled me and roused me at once, until I knew nothing but the rhythm of his movement. I leaned into it with a release like a band bursting from around my heart, and groaned as he stroked with a long, stirring touch. Then the brush fell from his hand and he touched my barrel, warm but shaking. He bowed his head and pressed it to my shoulder. Then he murmured, not lifting his face to speak. 

"What are you?" 

How close I came to showing myself, the shuddering of my body betrayed. But terror stopped me. To lay myself bare to him, more helpless than the foal that was born yesterday, was more than I could do. It frightened me that I wanted to – that a soft, traitorous voice murmured that I wished for him to touch me, to give me the softness of his lips on my muzzle and make an end to my hiding. But I knew men meant: the yard, the posts, and the whip. This must come, either at his hands or another's, and I could not trust him and live.

I let my breath out. I opened my eyes but kept them to ground and made him no answer.

"Shanglan." His hands closed in my mane. When he spoke, his voice was rough and breaking. "I beg you. Give me some sign that this is not madness." 

My heart moved for him. He was so troubled and bewildered that for a moment I forgot that he was a man and saw only that he was in sorrow. His body pressed to mine in a plea, and he cried out for comfort. 

I could not leave him. I stood there long with his body close against mine. I could not speak; I would not give him what he asked. Though my heart went out to him, he was too much my enemy, even in that moment. But I stood with him, and I took his warmth pressed to my own.

When he drew from me, he turned swiftly and went to the stream. He looked ashamed, but I felt more so. Though I knew he could not be trusted, I felt how wrong it was to leave him without comfort, who had been as kind to me as he knew how. At last I forced myself to return to grazing, and when he returned, wet from washing, I was able to pretend disinterest. For his part, he struggled to put it from him. His voice rang false, but he tried to jest. 

"Aye, Shanglan, you're a match for your namesake in strange canny ways. You had me half-thinking you a witch. You're a clever girl, aren't you, eh?" 

Normally I would have resented this. The idiot tones used for dogs and children had always rankled with me. But I saw how little his heart was in it, and it shamed me that I should leave him so unhappy and confused. I was glad when we took to the trail for the day's journey and I might trudge by him like any dull, stupid mare, never meeting his eye. 

It troubled me. He was kinder than any human I had met, and my heart went out to him. But who knew what other purpose drove him, or what tricks he might play if he thought himself in possession of me? Now, of all times, was no time for confidences. From his words that day and in days before, I knew that we were near the end of our journey. Another day, perhaps, after this one would bring us to his land and his people – and then there would be tools and time to break me. He would sell me, perhaps, or give me to some other man to break; I could not see him take up the whip and spurs himself. But men will have their will done, one way or another.

These were my thoughts as we trudged along the path. Will was nearly silent, and as sunk in thought as I. As the day wore on he grew restless, and watched up and down the road. Near noon we turned from it to rest and take food, and when we had done we did not return, but struck out away from the trail. We came to more open country now, wider and freer than I had seen. Great rolling hills and meadows were broken and shadowed by deep woods to which we took ourselves as we traveled on. The land was so broad, and the men and homes so few, that I began to think again of what I had dreamed in weeks past – a land where I might hide myself and live without fear of men and their bonds. I turned it over in my mind as we went, fording streams and picking our way through thickets as we kept to the forest some distance from the road. It was slow work, and gave me ample time for thought. 

I did not wish to leave him. That was what I must confess as I looked out from the edge of the wood to an open meadow of rich green grass. Red-brown shapes, fleet and graceful, sprang and darted from the glade. My heart surged and I stirred through all my body, and I took a swift step to join them. I felt the rope, then – not jerked hard by a mastering hand, but simply held by Will, who stood smiling at the bounding shapes of the deer. When he looked up to me my heart was torn strangely, and I stood there, trying to understand. His hand was loose on the lead rope. I could have pulled it from his grip in a moment; indeed, with my strength now returned to me, I could have made my way from him had he clung to it with all his might. But I did not, and as I turned back from the glade to follow him into the wood, I did not know why. 

Nor did he. He grew silent, glancing at me from the corners of his eyes as we walked. It was, I told myself, that there were still men about, still homes and houses and low stone walls. There were yet other hands to capture a horse running loose, and I could not be so fortunate as to find again a man who for even a short time would forbear from tormenting me and allow me to gather strength to resist his will. Though Will might end as badly as any other man, yet he had begun well, and shown me mercy when I was laid low and near to my death. I would not find such luck again, and so it was wisdom to keep with it until it had truly run its course. Or so I told myself. In my heart, I knew it for a lie. 




Will



That evening we went deeper into the wood and settled at the foot of an oak. I browsed the thin, tough grass that grew amongst its roots, and Will brought his pack to me and dug corn from it, holding it in his cupped hands for me to eat. I licked the loose grains from his palms, tasting the salt of his skin. His face was close to mine, and I felt his breath upon my muzzle. I ate all he offered, browsing his skin for the last stray grains, until his eyes met mine and I stopped a long moment with the touch of his palms on my nose.

He would not groom me that night. Still, he tended me. He took out the little jar of salve, nearly empty now, and touched over me, seeing how the lash cuts had healed. They were much recovered, unsightly weals but well past tenderness. I felt no pain, only the slow stroke of his fingers as they traced each one, smoothing the salve upon the skin. When he had soothed the last of my scars, he took up my feet. His slow, stroking touch lingered down each leg, and I shivered with the content it brought to me. 

Yes. There was pleasure in it, a comfort. It moved me. Yet each moment drew sharper my misery and despair. This would end. Tomorrow. We would come to other men. All kindness would end, and I would be property once more. Whether he broke me himself or gave me to another, the end would be the same, and more bitter now than if I had never known that a man's hands could be gentle, and his heart kind. To have died in the breaker's yard, hating and hated by all around me, would have been a hard thing, but to see those gentle hands take up the whip, to feel the body that had lain warm against mine force me to the heavy durance of the saddle – this would be a torment worse than any. 

The twilight thickened. I gave myself to despair. When he had seen to my hooves Will turned without looking at me and sat down beneath the tree with his back to its trunk. He was weary and filled with sorrow, but my heart was bitter with the betrayal that I knew must come, and I would not go to him. I paced, pulling at clumps of rank grass and listening restlessly to the last calls of the hawks as night came on. At last, quietly, Will began to speak. He had told me stories, sung songs, and talked lightly of people he knew and things he'd seen. But a heavy mood was on him that evening, and at last he told me a tale of himself. 

Will had done a thing dangerous amongst men. He had killed a deer and given it to his people to eat when the winter weather was cruel. They prospered; he killed another, and grew a poacher. The word was strange to me, and the crime itself. I knew that men killed animals to eat; I had seen pigs butchered. Why it should be a crime to kill one animal and not another, I did not know – but accepted. Men are strange. They hold it a sin to kill one another, a fate they spare no other creature – yet they do kill men, for there was a place for it in the center of the town where I was born, and I had seen one day, from the crest of the hill, the small far away image of a man hanged from the gallows. Witches, too, were killed, burned or drowned men said, though I never had seen such a thing. I had thought hard upon it, to be sure, for such as I was certain to be thought a witch's creature, and their tales frightened me. 

Having transgressed once, Will took deer again, when his mother and siblings were in need, or those who dwelt by them in hunger and privation. At last he was caught coming home with the take of his hunt, and sentenced to be hanged. He fled and joined others like him, who grew hungry for food but saw it taken by cruel lords who oppressed these people and stole the fruits of their labors. They joined together to fight them, and to take back what the tyrants had stolen.

Thus Will spoke. My heart was moved as he told of his family with the cold of winter upon them and no food nor warmth to see them through it. The tears came to his eyes, and I could not but feel pity. Yet I was angry with him as well. He spoke of a fate no worse than any member of my race would face each day, and better than most. He at least had liberty to walk the road alone, to move without his body bound to a captor, to live amongst his family and not be sold at the block. I pitied him for his suffering – but I hated him that he made me pity him. The least of his race held a tyrant's grip on the best of mine, and it angered me to weigh his sorrow against our own. 

Yet he had much to fear. He had come south some weeks past to aid his family, driven from their home by those who sought him yet. They at least were well; he had brought them money, stolen with his band of comrades from those who lived upon their blood and sweat, and used it to see them safely out of reach of his enemies. When they lay secure he had turned to come back, and with some money left to him had thought to buy a horse to speed his return. And then, he said with a rueful smile, he had found me. 

I hung my head, then swiftly hid the gesture in cropping at the moss below the trees. There was rebuke in his words, though I did not think he meant it. Speed was of use to him; he must reach his friends to lay in safety. Yet he had broken his journey, shown his face, and slowed himself considerably to aid me. He said none of these things, but I felt them; he had risked himself for my sake. 

Now we drew near his companions – but the danger was worst here. The lords of the lands near about sought him, for he had preyed upon them and taken their money. Too, he was known to dwell in this place; those who had missed taking him when he went unto his people were sure to look for him here. In two weeks' journey there were many routes he might follow, so that he was a difficult man to find when once away from the land of his birth. But to reach his comrades, he must pass this town that would come before us in the morning. He would hold to the wood all he was able, but the town bestrode a river with but few places to ford the stream. Here, if his enemies were wise, they would seek him. Here he lay most open.

So he spoke. I turned it over in my mind as I stood beneath a beech tree, watching his outline fade in the falling dusk. He was tired and sorrowful, and I pitied him, though my heart scalded me with the thought of how this life would end in the morning. Then he spoke again. The sun was set now, and the darkness near complete; I could barely see the shape of him as his words came to me. 

"And now, Shanglan, you know all there is to know of me." 

In the quiet after his words, his silence opened and spoke to me, calling me to fill it with a secret of my own. I took a step toward him. He sat motionless in the dark, and in my heart I saw one image: his hands upon my neck and nose, his lips pressed to my muzzle. I stepped again.

A hawk cried out overhead, a last wild call to the fading light. I awoke. I had been lulled by his tale; I had pitied a man, and in my foolishness thought to give him comfort. But there could be no comfort between us. I was not of his kind. Will faced a hard road, but there was hope for him; he might win through to his people. For me, it was all the same, whether he or his enemies took me in bondage. There was nothing to be won. 

I turned from him, and at last he drew his cloak about him and curled up to sleep. I paced beneath the trees, my heart sore within me, until slumber came at last. Yet even in my sleep, I was troubled by this: I stayed. 

The next morning we walked in silence, each sunk in a separate gloom. He feared what might be; I dreaded what must. Yet I walked by him, and this troubled me worse than all other things together. I could not bring myself to believe anything but that he brought me to his camp as the breaker had brought me to his yard: that he might have time and tools with which to force his will upon me. But something bid me walk with him, through my heart raged within me and my eye sought the gaps in the trees through which green fields and sun-lit glades might be glimpsed. I struggled with this compulsion, angered that I yielded to him. Yet I followed him. 

It was an hour or more past noon when I heard the river. We had skirted the town, swinging wide around it though Will's pack was limp with want of food. He faced a hungry night, but no doubt thought it better to eat a scanty supper than swing in the noose. We slipped though the forest, shying from tracks and trails until we were near enough the water to hear its rushing course. At last we paused atop the wooded ridge of a hill and looked down to a faint path beaten toward the ford. Will murmured to himself, troubled. 

"'Tis passing full for this time of year. Rain in the highlands, and something fierce. We'll have no easy road of it." 

He stopped a long moment, scouring the landscape for signs of trouble. It lay silent, green, and empty. At last he took the lead rope and started down the rocky hillside that lay between us and the track to the ford. 

It was the scent that told me. They were quiet, though once I knew to listen for it, I could hear a hoof tap, a faint clink of metal. But it was the scent that first came to me – horses, leather, men unwashed for some days. As Will started down the hill, I knew suddenly what he walked to. I pulled back on the rope, a swift, hard haul that brought him in close reach of me. I did not let myself think on this action; I knew in my heart how utterly it betrayed me. Instead I took his shirt in my teeth – and got some of his shoulder, for it would bruise mightily – and dragged him back amongst the trees. I pulled us both behind the screen of bracken, then stood breathless to hear if they had caught our noise. 

For a long moment Will stood utterly still. His quick brown eyes looked up to me and held for a long heart's beat in wonder, recognition, and behind that – relief. Then his gaze turned sharp again as he nodded and looked back down to the trail. I saw his thoughts as clearly as if he'd spoken them. This was, in truth, a wondrous thing – but there were those below who would kill him.

We watched. In a moment men came up the path, out from the trees and boulders near the river's edge, casting about sharply. They'd heard the noise of our retreat. We crouched silently, trying not to give them notice of our presence. In a moment they were on the trail on horseback, one giving direction to the others as they began to fan out in search of us. I saw him pointing, sending men every way – and soon he pointed up the hill, toward us. 

They were mounted. Though we move as silently as owls on the wing, there was little chance we would evade them with Will afoot. As they started up toward us, I met his eyes. They were wide, and frightened, in truth, for his enemies drew their net about him. He looked at me long, then reached up. I thought he saw the only answer I could find, but no – he chose another. He slid loose the strap and drew the halter from my head. 

"You have served me well this day," he said quietly. "I would not have you lose your freedom. Go. They will not know to look for you." 

His eyes met mine. That moment made my decision. Though I had hesitated, at heart I knew what I wished; his choice but made it the more clear to me. He had released me from my fate. I would not leave him to his. 

I bent my foreleg and stooped. He had no saddle nor reins to cling to, and so he must have this aid to mount. He stood for a moment in surprise, and if I thought on it – I tried not to – I was no less stunned myself. But there was no time. With a look of earnest gratitude that sank into me, he took my mane in his grip and swung onto my back. Even the desperation of the moment could not altogether still my body's instinct, a swift shuddering prance of terror. But I ground my teeth and mastered myself, and moved off swiftly and quietly, through the trees in sudden flight from the ford. 

Even then, I had time to mark this: the feel of his body on mine. When I had suffered the agonies of the breaker's yard, it was the saddle I had chiefly felt, the hot, heavy weight of wood and leather, the pinch of the girth and the heat of the rank cloth beneath it. This was different. The weight of him was there, and when he first mounted it still drove the old panic through me. But as we went I felt more the sense of him, his legs around me, his body bowed low upon mine as we scraped under tree limbs. He put his arms along my neck, reaching nearly around it, and lay close to me and warm. My terror began to ebb, and it was replaced by something I had no name for. It held a fear of its own, a frightening sense of power. I wanted him there. 

But I troubled on that longer another time. At that moment my mind was busy with our flight. As I picked my way quickly through the wood, he murmured low, as near to my ear as he could stretch himself.

"They've set their men all out to search me. There are few enough left by the river; they'll not have the numbers to mind it above and below. Can you strike to the east? The upper ford is deep in the flood, but I think you can cross it. If you would, Shanglan?" 

He asked my will. It was not like a man. But there as no time to ponder it. I turned to the river, striking out over the crest of the hill and down the other side. Behind us I heard the men enter the wood, but their voices were still tired and careless as they called to each other. I thought they had no wit of our passage. 

Looking out from the wood's edge, I saw the path we must take and marked the danger of it. The wood came down near to the upper ford, but not near enough. There were a hundred yards and more of open ground to be covered, and a field of boulders and loose stones by the river where anyone might lay in wait unseen until we were nearly upon him. I hesitated, but hearing the riders in the bracken behind us, I knew we had little choice. They were moving toward the hill's crest; if we did not cross now, and swiftly, they would see us when they came over the ridge. I glanced back to Will. He nodded grimly. He slipped the lead rope around the base of my neck and gripped it tightly, then crouched close to my body. I leapt from the wood and sped over the open ground for all I was worth. 

It was the stones that undid me. I had never tried so loose and slipping a surface, and I struck it at a speed too great for purchase. I might yet have managed, but a man started up from behind a boulder – a guard, startled but ready, with his sword bare in his hand. I dodged and suddenly the stones were sliding out from under my feet. I threw myself forward, landing hard on my knees and shoulder to save Will from being crushed against the ground. He leapt free and ran to my head, heedless of the man who came on with naked steel as he tried to help me to my feet. I struggled up, but the guard came on in a rush and laid the edge of his sword to Will's throat. Will stepped slowly back, raising his hands as the other man smiled. 

"You're a canny man, Will Fletcher. Pity to see you undone by your horse. But you'll dance as nicely in the noose, however you're taken." 

Will looked up. His eyes sought mine where I stood behind his captor. There was something in his expression half-beseeching, half resigned, as if he spoke to me in his quiet voice and said, "Go. Take your freedom." His hand opened, and the rope he'd clung to in our wild flight fell to the ground. 

The guard turned as he heard my movement on the stones. As I reared, he brought his arm up to shield himself. It did not help to him, for I was poised to bring all of my weight down into the blow. But as he cowered back under my hooves, he did the one thing fatal to us: he cried out. My hooves struck home and he fell to the ground senseless, but from up the hill we heard the halloo of his comrades and in a moment the sound of their horses coming on at a gallop. 

Will ran for the ford. It was deep, the water running swift and high, and as he plunged into it he struggled to keep his feet. He looked back at me, fighting the current that strove to sweep him away, and desperation showed in his face. He cried out, panting with the effort.

"Run, Shanglan! They will be here 'ere I cross. There is no need that we be taken together." 

I hesitated. He cried his last word urgently, almost angrily. 

"Run!"

I did. I plunged into the water, feeling it bite where the stones had scraped my skin. It was cold, born in the mountains, and ached where I had taken the brunt of the fall. I could run further than he, my weight and four feet giving me strength to fight the current, and as I surged forward I gave him my shoulder, standing downstream of him to steady his stance. He gave me a look, then, that I shall remember all my life: a look of deep and earnest gratitude, of thanks and promise. There was a power in it, a depth that I could not fathom, and I tried not to think long on what it might mean. I had done with hope. Yet there was that in his eyes that spoke to me as no man ever had. 

I had brought him the rope, snatched up in my teeth as I ran for the ford. Now he threw it about my neck, low down near my chest, and clung to it. As we pressed deeper the current swept him against me so that he could barely keep his feet. Then I was pulling him, and he clung to the rope behind me. It was a hard struggle at the midstream; the water rushed over my back, and I felt my feet begin to lift from the stones. But it was a short distance, and we were swept only a little way down the current before I had swum the flood and felt ground again beneath my hooves. 

As my footing grew firm I strained hard, hauling us up from the suck and race of the water and toward the bank, back up the distance we had lost as we were swept downstream. Will got to my back and clung there, panting and spent, and I fought to stand steady and keep him to me. The freezing water sapped the strength from my limbs, and I ached to stand resting when at last the water fell back to my shoulder and then to my knees. I stood a moment gasping in the shallows – but then I heard the shouts of the men behind, and leapt up the bank. 

The men had come to the water, two of them on horseback. One hastened from the saddle to the side of the fallen guard. The other urged his mount to the flood, eager for the chase. His mare balked at the swift race and danced nervously on the edge. Will nodded to me then, and I wheeled and flew up the path on the far side, hoping that my poor witless sister might shy at length and so delay them. 

We fled fast and far. There was pain, soon enough, in my knees, where the stones had gouged when I fell upon the bank. But I pushed myself onward. To stop now was to lose all for which I had made my sacrifice – not the pain of my flesh alone, but that other ache that trembled in my heart. I had taken a man upon my back. I had taken his rope and his riding and made myself his servant, even unto fighting to keep him on me in the race of the flood. Had I found at last the proof of men's words: that we were a servile race, fit only for the use of their hands? Had I not bowed to him, and gone willingly to him from every chance to flee? I flew down the path half-blindly in a long ache of pain. I had feared that the man would betray me this day; how could I have known that I would betray myself? 

Sunk in despair even as I bolted for all I was worth, it was some moments before I noted Will calling in my ear as he tugged urgently at the rope.

"Shanglan! Shanglan! Will you turn here? If we take the forest path, we will come sooner to safety." 

I pulled back to halt, so suddenly that I fell nearly to my haunches and felt Will slide and struggle to keep his seat. I saw the path he pointed, barely visible amongst the trees, and took it. I kept to a canter as we threaded the tall trunks, Will crouching low over my neck as I took the narrow trail at a pace wholly reckless. I wanted that ford behind us, and not only for what followed at our back. I would not think on that field of stones and scree, nor the hilltop behind, and on what I had left upon them. It was not only my blood on the stones. 




Will



We ran on in the dim quiet of the forest. Will spoke now and again, giving me the way. I felt the strain after the freezing battle with the ford, and as the miles ground by exhaustion took me. At last I could not help but stumble as we made our way through a mass of fallen logs. Will was down from my back in an instant with a hand to my chest, a strong touch that stayed and soothed me in one gesture. He looked up into my eyes, his own dark and gentle. And more. There was something in them … a hesitation. He met my gaze levelly, and I saw the courage he needed to speak to me. 

"I don't know what you are, witch or ghost or pooka. But you've done me no harm. Let me tend you, and I may do you some service." 

His breath came heavy, labored with exertion and – I smelled it on him – fear. He thought me a witch or a sorcerer, or some fearsome being. I could not tell him the truth; I did not know that I wished to. A witch or a warlock he would fear, and give reverence. But a horse – I did not know what he would make of me. 

This was certain: he knew me no simple beast. Whatever I wished, the thing could not be undone. I met his eyes, then tapped a hoof deliberately on the ground. 

He came forward slowly, wary of me. No sound of pursuit came to my ears; no, it was I myself that he came to taut and nervous. He touched my shoulder, his eyes on my own until at last I turned my head from him. There was something in his glance, searching and deep, open and almost beseeching, that unnerved me. He stood a long moment touching my coat, then stooped and gave his care to my body. 

He touched the sore skin of my knees, felt of my shoulder and took up my hooves to pick them clean. He took water from his flask and washed my scrapes and wounds with a gentle hand, keeping his eyes close to his work – but I saw how he glanced at me low under his lashes. At last he finished and spoke as he touched gently upon my knees and shoulder.

"These will be no lasting wound to you; some cuts and scrapes, no worse." His expression deepened, and his eyes met mine. "Yet you saved my life by it. I swear, you will never want a friend while Will Fletcher draws breath." 

He put his hand on my neck, firm and resolute, as a man would grasp the hand of another to seal a bargain or a vow. It went against all I knew to trust him. And yet I dropped my head over his arm, rubbing my muzzle up to his shoulder in as clear a gesture as I could make. I would take his promise. 

He nodded, troubled still. But he held his peace as he spoke. 

"We'd best move on. They may find our trail. I know a place where we can lie hidden tonight, if you'll keep with me still?" 

I nodded my head up and down, a sign I knew men understood. It startled him more than I thought it would to see the gesture used so plainly by a beast. He turned, muttering to himself as he stepped forward. 

"Aye. You need no rope to lead you." 

He led on, troubled and diffident, his bearing tense and his eyes quick and nervous. But he was true to his word, and more. He stopped often to see how I came and sought trails that would not overtax my sore knees. At last we came to a turn in a path where a hill rose steeply to the right, with a dead, craggy oak raising its branches atop it. There we turned and came around the hill to its flank. Beneath the shadow of the crest, half-hidden in the brush and leaves, I could make out – more by scent than by sight – a low cave sunk in the hill's side. 

It was close with both of us in it. I had to stoop awkwardly to stand, but I was willing enough to lay down and rest, for our flight had left me spent and aching. Will worked at the mouth of the cave, pulling dead growth into place until the entrance was nearly invisible. He left a little gap through which I might pass to graze in the deepening twilight, and with Will standing watch by the dead oak, I did. The grass was rank and the bushes tough, but I filled my stomach and then went back to the cave. Will came and sat awkwardly across from me, silent and with none of his old ease about him. He made a scanty supper from a crust of bread, drank from his leathern flask, and then came to offer me silently the last bites of bread. I took it with a pulse of feeling in my heart. I did not know what to call it when felt for a man; I only knew that I had eaten much and he but little, yet he offered me the last of his food. 

"Will you drink, Shanglan?" 

He lifted the flask, meeting my eye, though warily. He poured the water in a slow stream and I drank of it as well as I could. He saved a mouthful or two against morning and put up the flask as he spoke. 

"There is a spring not far distant, perhaps a mile off. Can you wait until morning to seek it?" 

I nodded. He moved stiffly back to the far side of the cave and sat down to watch me in the fading light that came faintly from the entrance. He said nothing, only gazed long and silently until I felt awkward under his eyes. At last, after many minutes, he spoke. 

"You're a witch?"

I shook my head. For once, I felt the frustration of my mute tongue. I had never before met a man who cared what a horse might think or wish or say. I had never felt the urge to speak. But now I did. 

He thought upon my response. 

"You're a sorcerer? Some magus or the like?" 

I shook my head again. 

"You're some … person enchanted into a horse?" His look and tone told me how he doubted this, but he was at a loss. I shook my head again. Helpless to tell it, I reached out my head, put my muzzle to his hand and nosed it, mouthing it with my lips. His skin was salt, tasting of his scent. He touched my muzzle uncertainly, and his eyes met mine. But there was only silence between us. 

He sank into thought. And at length, without thinking, he brought his hands up to rub between my eyes and stroke my jaw as he would with any other horse. As he lowered his lips to kiss my nose in an absent-minded gesture, he halted and thought of his actions. He paused, half-bent over my muzzle, and looked into my eyes. 

"You're a horse. You were born a horse." 

I nodded, my head pressing against his hands as they cupped my chin and nose. 

"But you know our words. You think as we do." 

I nodded again. His expression was deep, profound, and troubled. 

"And you have always been so."

I nodded a last time. He held my gaze still. Then slowly and gently he brought his lips to my nose and kissed it. His touch shuddered through me. I felt relief when he lifted his lips from my skin, but pain as well, and a terrible longing. 

"Ah, Shanglan." His voice was deep and full with an honest pity. "You must have lived the veriest hell." 

He stroked my jaw, his eyes soft with sorrow. I did not know what to expect of him. Now he knew me only a horse – not a creature of magic or power, but only an animal that might challenge no man even for the ownership of its own body. But his eyes spoke to me warm and gentle, and his hands touched soft on my muzzle. 

He slid forward across the rough, dry floor of the cave. His hands were warm on my head, and as I closed my eyes he drew me to him. Under his touch I let myself slowly down upon my side and lay my head in his lap. He stroked my mane as he spoke. 

"Is there some other man knows your nature?" 

I shook my head awkwardly in his lap. It was strange to lay so, but the soft movement of his hands on my neck brought a deep comfort to me. Resting silent for a time, he brushed my forelock back and stroked beneath it. When he stooped to kiss my brow, I felt neither surprise nor alarm – only warmth, and welcome. He raised his lips to speak again, his voice low and soft.

"And you showed yourself to save me?" 

I closed my eyes and moved my head faintly, a nod. His hands slid over my head and neck with a warm, light motion. He whispered, his voice, always soft, dropping to a faint breath against my skin. 

"What did I do to warrant that? Did you not want your freedom?" 

I shuddered through my body. I could not help it, not with the question and the brush of his lips on my ear as he whispered it. I shook my head weakly. 

He kissed my brow again, his hands stroking my neck with a movement somehow soothing and stirring at once. I trembled as he spoke low and intent. 

"You had your choice to save or leave me, Shanglan. You saved me. I will see that you do not regret it."

His hands worked upon me still, stroking my neck, my mane, my nose. Were I human, I would have wept. How could men bring such kindness with their touch, such comfort in their presence – and never have shown me this before? How had I lived all my life under the dominion of human hands and never known that they might bring pleasure? Now his palms slid over my muzzle in a warm caress that spoke deep to my spirit. I shivered and lay still as he slid his body from under mine, cradling my head to bring it gently to the cave's floor. He stroked my neck, soothing me with low, quiet speech as his hands urged me to stillness. 

"Shhh. Let me draw the ache from you." 

He knelt by my head and drew his hands down my forelegs. I trembled under his touch, stirring and intimate. As he came to my knees his hands lifted to the faintest whisper of contact. I flinched, nervous of the tender wounds; he looked into my eyes, his own deepening with repentance, and slid his hands down to my fetlocks to stroke and soothe. Thought was impossible; under his touch, I grew hot and rootless, burning with confusion and hunger for his lingering touch and the soft brush of his lips.

He ran his hands down my legs, speaking softly as he did. He called me the name he had given me and bid me to lie easy as he rubbed the length of my forelimbs. His hands closed stronger about the flesh, stroking and then kneading it, first above the knee and then below. I shivered, nervous of my wounds and frightened, in truth, at the simple power he worked upon me. It was not his hands I feared; it was the grip he had on my spirit, worked through his touch and the deep warmth of his eyes. It kept me still through the hot turmoil of my heart. 

He watched me close, his eyes to mine. Under his hands my straining muscles yielded as I fought to conceal my trembling. He reached forward to stroke my mane and stooped to kiss softly at my shoulder. The brush of his beard was strange and stirring; I flinched, but it was not pain that drove the shudder through me. I did not know what it was, but it grew as his hands slid up to my shoulders and then inward over my chest. 

I was alive to his touch. It moved upon me in ways no groomsman had ever matched or sought to – a gentle exploration, a warm touch that spoke and sought my reply. I knew neither what he asked, nor in truth what I answered – but I did, and my spirit called back to him no less than my body. His hands moved strong upon me, and when he closed his eyes and kissed softly at my muzzle, I trembled in welcome and pressed my nose to his lips. 

At last it was done. I could no longer say if it was pain, joy, release or torment. I knew only that when he held my head in his hands and kissed softly just below my ear, I shuddered through my body. He lingered, bowed over me, his lips pressed to my coat and saying no word. His hands lay upon my neck and nose, and as he drew a long breath against my skin, they trembled. Then he lifted his lips and stroked my mane. 

"Sleep, Shanglan," he murmured, in the darkness now complete. "I will keep watch." 

When I woke he was by me still. He had curled against my back, and his arm was over my shoulder. As I lifted my head he woke as well, and stretched and came to himself. 

I was shy of him, and he of me. I do not know if his heart misgave him as mine did, but he looked anywhere but at me and went swiftly to scout the wood. When I came out blinking into the early light he was there leaning by a tree, but he only nodded and spoke no word. I think he wished to be gentle to me; at least, when he had drunk a mouthful from his flask, he came to pour the last over my lips. But he did not touch my head or my muzzle, and I was ashamed to realize how much I wanted him to. At last he patted my withers, a brisk touch that did not linger, and turned back to the trail. 

"Best we make our way," he said, his voice sounding thin and false. "It's a long mile to water, and I don't doubt you feel the thirst. There's good grazing there if you can bide the journey." 

He glanced up at me, quick and shy, and I nodded. We took to the trail and walked in silence. Will was diffident, much in his own thoughts and troubled with them, and kept from me to the side of the path. I went quietly and tried not to show how I missed his easy company. He glanced at me now and then, awkwardly; then at last he stopped abruptly and faced me.

"I'm sorry, Shanglan. It's strange," he said, troubled but earnest. He glanced down, then touched my cheek, his voice softening. "I don't know what to make of you. But I am sorry. And I will do right by you." 

He said this last with a determination almost fierce. I did not know what to make of it, only that it was of a piece with the tension that sang through his body and the ill ease that marked his every movement. With fleeting shame I thought of his hands upon me in the cave, but pushed it from me. There was nothing there but my own mind. And with his speech he seemed to master himself; by the time we reached the stream his pace was easier, and he did not flinch when his shoulder brushed my own. 

We drank, and I cropped the grass at the brook's edge as swiftly as I could. Will had lain hungry that night, and would see not food until we made his camp; I would fill my stomach better when he might eat as well. While I grazed he foraged, taking a few wild strawberries and a leaf of sorrel to stay his stomach. He came to me with the last red berry and offered it flat in his palm. 

I took it. The taste was sweet against the salt of his palm. He touched my neck, and suddenly it came back to me – that hot trembling turmoil I had felt the night before. 

"You might have trusted me, Shanglan," he said softly. His words were gentle. Not a complaint; a regret. "Before the ford. I would not have betrayed you." 

I met his eyes for a long moment. How would matters have changed? How would I have felt his hands upon me, and how often? He met my eyes steadily, and in the end it was I who looked away. 

We went on more swiftly when refreshed. Will was quiet but less distant, and spoke to me now and then as we walked. Still, he seemed caught up in his own thoughts. As noon drew on we paused for a moment's rest near a stand of beeches, and as I snatched a hasty meal he came to speak to me. 

"We're nearing the camp," he said, touching my shoulder hesitantly. "Do you think it best that they not know of you at once?" 

I nodded. It frightened me even that Will knew me. He nodded, then spoke on awkwardly. 

"It might be well, Shanglan," he said, "if you came to them ... more as a horse." His eyes met mine pained and a little ashamed. "They would look to see you haltered. And ... ridden. I would not ask it, but they will think it strange if you are not." 

I hated it. I hated the rough touch of the halter, that slave's harness. But it was the riding that frightened me – the feel of Will's body on mine when he sprang to my back by the ford, the warmth and rouse of him. It drove a shudder though me. I did not know how to face him, or how to take his presence. With the memory of lips upon me it rose to a raging madness, and it harrowed me to face it. 

But it must be done. He was right. I bowed my head for the halter. It had been good to live free of it this day past, but I stooped to it, and after a moment's pause he raised it to my head. I shuddered but closed my eyes and forced myself still as he slid it up and over me. 

"Only this, Shanglan," he whispered, stroking my neck slowly with his hand. I had not guessed how it would take me, to return to the mark of my servitude now that he knew what I was. I felt a hot humiliation as I took the guise of a slave again. There. With him. But his eyes were deep with his promise, and as they met mine he kissed my nose softly. "Only this. And only if you will."

I looked away. The nearness of him, the scent of his breath, the brush of his beard on my muzzle – all of these worked a power that left me helpless. I closed my eyes, and when he put his hands to my head I pressed my muzzle to his chest and leaned there, feeling him strong and close before me, breathing him in with his touch upon me. When at last his hands closed gently in my mane, I stooped down and let him mount.

He settled upon me warm and heavy, legs pressing my sides, hands on my mane and neck. It woke something in me, something deep, primal, and unanswerable. Down in the depths of what I was, below even the fear of his rule, was this – a memory. Man and horse. Then he stooped to touch his lips to my neck, and it was good. 

It was a long moment before I could shake off the tremor of my limbs. I stood there with him upon me, my heart and mind so deep in his sensation that I hardly saw the wood before me. At last I half-mastered myself, though shivering still, and took to the path in a trot. The day was warm and sweet, and in the deep green shade of the summer noon I ran joyous. The light was fine and golden, and with Will close upon my back I felt a soar like a swallow's, with his hands soft upon my neck and his body all along mine. 

I was drunk with it, and sorry, truly, that we came so swiftly to the first sign of his camp – a low mossy rock, hardly seen amongst the bracken. Will slid down to examine it, and I felt a moment of pain as his body left mine. Then he showed me the rock, with another set upon it, and told what it meant – the smaller positioned to show whether the camp was now to the north, or the east, or the west, for they moved about to avoid their enemies. We struck off to the east along a dry creek bed, and other signs followed – a hollow stump in which shaped stones were left, and a thicket with a rotting log to be placed to one side or the other. Then at last from above we heard a sharp cry of "Halloo!" I stopped, and Will called back. 

"Halloo above! It is Will Fletcher!" 

"Will?! By God, it is!" 

A man came sliding down a tree as fast as he could go. As he did, Will's hand touched warm and strong on my shoulder.

"We're here, girl," he murmured. "Hold steady, and trust in me."

Then he slid down from my back, and he and his comrade met in rough and joyous embrace.

Soon I was amongst men once more. We came to a large encampment, twenty or more men and women together. Like Will, they wore leather and clothing of brown and green, and they had a rough, hardy look about them. Will was welcome indeed, for there were cries of joy and many ran to see him. He used the confusion to keep me by him, greeting his comrades while he gave me my head. But at last an older man with long, grizzled hair, one Will called John and greeted with special welcome, called a young boy over.

"Here, Watt! Take Will's horse. I want his tale of Longford and no delay. I'm no judge of the duke if he's forgotten us. Will, what did ye see in the way of guardsmen?" 

Will took the halter rope and began to lead me down toward a line of trees where other horses were tethered. "Stay, Watt," he said, motioning off the dark-haired boy who ran toward us. "She wants no hand but mine. Like as not she'll harm you." 

John laughed, shaking his head. "And yet ye'll ride her with naught but a halter? Will, I know you fancy yourself a horseman, but sure you'll not have us swallow that." 

He turned to me, still laughing. I laid back my ears and snapped at him, as ill-tempered as Will would have him think me. He laughed less then, and stepped back smartly. 

"You ride that beast? You're a braver man than I." 




Will and Bailey Pt. 01



Will and Bailey had been had married for about two years now. Their second anniversary was coming up in two months in September. They were a beautiful couple; and they were constantly reminded of this by friends and family. Will stood 6 foot on the dot, had short brown hair, brown eyes, and was in shape but not overly muscular at 170 lbs. Bailey was the kind of girl that would make everyone stop and stare when she entered a room. She stood 5 foot 7.5 inches (she told everyone 5'8" but Will loved to bug her and tell people that shes's not) and had light brown eyes and very dark brown hair that she always kept about 4 inches below her shoulders because Will liked it long. That, combined with her body, made her a perfect 10. Her body was a sight to behold. She had perky, round C-cups that looked like D's on her tiny frame. Her waist was skinny but her butt was perfectly heart-shaped and huge for her frame just like her breasts. Will could stare at her for hours, and she'd let him. Their relationship and sex life was great and they looked like your average couple from the outside looking in. 

What people would have never guessed was that they were both kinky as hell fucked like rabbits. They thought it might wear off some after their honeymoon and almost 2 years of being married but it hadn't slowed down at all. They shared all of their fantasies with each other and each one loved taking advantage of what drove the other one crazy. Will had been known to drive Bailey to the point of almost passing out after she had orgasmed multiple times in one session, and Bailey had been known to make Will cum so hard his knees would shake as he reached his climax.

On this Sunday night they were sitting in the living room. Will had a beer and was watching one of the NFL football games on TV, and Bailey was in his lap with a glass of wine. Bailey wasn't a big fan of NFL games, but she was there because he was scratching her back. After about 3 glasses of wine Bailey was feeling good and was trying to get Will to go to the bedroom with her. He got the picture when she started rubbing his leg and "readjusting" herself so that her butt rubbed against his crotch. 

He knew what she wanted but told her "5 more mins babe, they're down by 2 at the two minute warning." 

A bit annoyed by this, but not deterred, Bailey replied "only if you clean out my car tomorrow" thinking he'd never agree to it. 

He of course didn't agree but said "only if they lose." 

"That's a pretty shitty deal, let's raise the stakes if they have to lose for me to get my reward." Bailey replied.

"What do you have in mind?" Will questioned, curious to see where she was going with this.

"You have to do whatever I say for a full day, no questions asked." Bailey quickly replied with extreme confidence in her voice.

Will laughed, "Like a sex slave?"

"Something like that." Bailey smiled to herself. She knew how much he loved to be submissive, and she was taking full advantage of his insatiable appetite for her.

"Shit, I'll do that if they win or lose." Will agreed with no idea what he was getting himself into.

"So you agree to do whatever I demand for one whole day, no questions asked?" Bailey asked one more time.

"Yes babe." Will sealed his fate.

Bailey turned around and started to slide his shorts down. Will looked at her and smiled, knowing he wouldn't be watching much of the rest of the game but not caring at all once she started to stroke him. He was hard within seconds and without missing a beat Bailey looked him in the eyes while she lowered her mouth onto his dick that was now rock-hard. She guided it with her hand gripping it on the bottom and started stroking him again as she curled her lips over just the tip and started teasing it with her tongue. He let out a moan and grabbed her hair for her to encourage her to really start sucking him hard. She knew what he wanted and swallowed a few more inches of him, feeling him start throbbing as she did. She went down as far as she could a few times and had him begging for her to suck the cum right out of him. Then she got up and had him take off her panties while she took off her t-shirt which was actually his. He leaned forward and kissed her stomach, but she was ready for him to be inside of her and pushed him back against the sofa. 

She then straddled him and guided herself down onto him. She went slow at first and let it slide into her with no resistance because of how wet she was. He grabbed her hips and she threw her arms around him with her elbows on his shoulders and they locked eyes as she raised herself up and back down onto him again. She started kissing him passionately and he knew that was his key to take the lead and start fucking her harder. He started slow but soon he was slamming his dick into her so hard that she couldn't focus on kissing him anymore and just threw her head back and moaned his name. As soon as she did this he started kissing her neck. He knew that sent shivers down her spine. She was cumming in no time and he followed soon after, filling her up with his hot cum as he screamed her name. She collapsed on top of him with his dick still inside of her and whispered into his ear "You're mine next Saturday. You have no idea what you got yourself into."



Will and Grace



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I'm wondering whether I should continue this story, so please post your comments after reading. 

Enjoy!

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Nobody really expects to have an amazing time when they come home from early summer vacation. It's a complete culture shock: staying out late, hitting bars and partying to suddenly having your grammar corrected by your invasive parents. Yeah, this was going to be a hell of a visit.

Fortunately, it wouldn't be a total bust, since my sister was there, bearing it with me. Actually, she had been taking the brunt of all of the crap my parents usually threw at both of us since I headed off to college.

She only had to bear one more year of it, though, because she'd recently turned eighteen, and would be a senior next year.

The night I came back from break, I noticed my parents' car was not parked in its usual spot; they must've been out somewhere. I heard squealing from inside, followed by the unmistakable sound of my sister running through the kitchen towards the door as I fumbled with my keys.

Just as I reached for the door handle, the door burst open and there stood Grace. She threw herself into my arms before I had a chance to react and hugged me tightly. 

"Will!"

"Hey, Grace!"

"I missed you sooo much!"

"I missed you, too," I said, breaking away from our embrace. "I got you something."

"Aww!" She giggled, again hugging me tightly. I reached into my carry-on bag and pulled out a T-Shirt that I had picked up at the hotel I'd been staying at down in Florida. 

Standing on tip-toe, she reached up to me, her sleek hair brushing against me, and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I kissed her back and she smiled at me, taking my hand and leading me into the kitchen.

"I rented a movie," she said, reaching into the microwave and taking out hot bag of popcorn. 

"Alone?" That wasn't like Grace. She was always with someone.

"Yeah," she said, a little glumly. " Most of my friends are working. I feel like I'm the only person around here who doesn't have a summer job."

"Well, I'm here..."

She hugged me again, "That's true." Looking up at me, she said a little sadly, "I really did miss you, you know."

I kissed her on the forehead. "I know you did, Gracie. I missed you too."

Gracie... That was my pet name for her. It seemed kind of weird, having a pet name for someone like my sister, but we were close. Not that our family was especially tight-knit, but the two of us had always been attached.

Let me tell you a little about my sister. She's a petite little kid, only about 5'4, with shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair and enormous blue eyes, which are her defining quality. She's thin, with all the right curves, and extremely attractive, which even I would have openly admitted to her. Bubbly personality, outgoing, and overall, a really sweet kid.

She giggled, sitting down beside me on the couch. "'Nobody's called me that in so long." 

"That's 'cause I'm the only one who does," I responded. "And that's because I'm the only one who you let call you that."

"Well, it sounds cute when you say it," she nestled up next to me.

She was practically on top of me, though I didn't mind. I'd been away for so long, I could understand her acting this way. She was a passionate girl, which was one of the things I loved most about her. "So...where's Mom and Dad?"

She laid her head on my shoulder, making me fidget a bit. "Hmm, they said the were going to Kentucky... I think to seal that deal or whatever."

My parents worked together at a law firm, and they'd been on one case in particular for about a year now. I assumed they were finally closing it.

"I dunno when they'll be back," she continued, stretching her arms out and wrapping them around me, "but they left yesterday, so I think we've got the house to ourselves for at least a few nights."

We watched the rest of the movie –some low budget artsy film –in relative silence. When it ended, we sat there for several minutes, talking a bit but mostly just lying there together. I was happy just sitting there with her in my arms, but when I thought about it, it started to seem stranger and stranger to me. I finally became a bit too uncomfortable and told Grace I'd be going off to bed. I gave her a quick hug and kiss, and she pecked me on the cheek and watched me go; as I did, I could see the boredom and loneliness returning to her face. But her eyes gave away something else... and I couldn't quite place it.

***

As I sat at the counter, eating breakfast the next morning, I heard some noise coming from upstairs. I looked to the staircase to see Grace agilely descending it, wearing the T-shirt I had given her; it went past her hips, brushing against her upper thighs. I gazed at her for a moment as she stepped down, noting her natural beauty, which she radiated even when she had just gotten out of bed.

Looking to the counter, her gaze fell upon me and she smiled sleepily, blinking her large blue eyes. "Morning" She grinned. 

"Hey," I replied.

"What did you think of that movie last night?" she asked, sitting down next to me.

"Honestly?" she nodded. "It kinda sucked," I shrugged.

Giggling, she laid her head on my shoulder. "I think so too... one of my friends recommended it." 

"What kind of friends are these?" I grinned at her.

"Oh, right like you can talk!" she hit me softly. I smiled at her as she poured herself some cereal and ate with me.

When she'd finished, she got up, dropping her bowl unceremoniously in the sink, and announced that she was going upstairs to change.

As she left, I found myself thinking about her. She'd definitely grown up since the last time I saw her. She was a lot more defined now, and extremely attractive. Not only that, but she was using her sweet, charismatic personality to compliment her sexy appearance. I wondered if she had a boyfriend, if she'd ever had one. How could she not? 

I began to wonder if she'd ever been kissed. How far had she been with a guy? Had she ever...

My hands involuntarily clenched into fists. No. She couldn't have. She was still so innocent. She was still my baby sister.

Shaking myself out of my daze, I suddenly realized she was coming back down. I had been thinking about her for the past twenty minutes.

She wore tight-fitting jeans, a slightly-too-revealing tank top, and she'd used perfume. From here, I could smell the sweet aroma, complementing her natural scent. 

"Hi there," she smiled. I could only nod my head in reply.

"What do you want to do today?" She asked. "'Cause I was thinking about maybe heading in to town, if you'd like to come?"

"Uh... yeah, sure, Gracie. That'd be great."

She smiled sweetly. "So it's a date."

We made a day of it. I took her shopping, bought her lunch, tried to do that "nice big brother" thing. But I couldn't help but feel like she could wrap me around her little finger.

Afterwards, we decided to go for a walk along the beach. She was wore a small two-piece, through which I could see her small but perfectly shaped perky breasts. As we walked, she suddenly nestled next to me affectionately. Instinctively, I put my arm around her, then realized what I was doing. "Uh, Grace?" I asked.

She giggled, "It's too hot, I want to stay in your shade, silly." 

"Oh..." I choked.

Grinning, she said nothing. I could smell her perfume strongly from here, breathing in her aroma, savoring it.

***

One night, around midnight, I was awakened by a knock at the door. I climbed off my bed and walked to the door. Opening it, I saw my sister standing there, biting her pouty lip, tears rolling down her cheeks. As she looked at me, she asked if she could come in, and I obliged.

"What's wrong, Gracie?" I asked, hugging her close.

She sniffed, holding back her tears, just looking at me, obviously ashamed of something.

I repeated the question, and she again said nothing. She just held on to me, sobbing into my chest.

I held her face in my hands and kissed her on the forehead. "Grace, you can tell me... did you do something?"

She shook her head.

"What is it then?"

"Promise you won't get mad?" she looked up at me imploringly, her beautiful blue eyes wide, her lip quivering.

"Why would I get mad if you didn't do anything?"

"Promise me."

"... Alright, I promise. What happened?"

"Well... I went out with a friend about an hour ago, and... we saw a movie..."

I looked back at her questioningly, expecting more, but she couldn't seem to get the words out. A fresh wave of tears sprung form her eyes and my heart felt like it was burning up. 

Finally, I led her over to my bed and told her to lie down, her back facing me.

I started rubbing her back. As I massaged her, I decided to prod for a bit more information.

"Grace, what happened?"

She started to shake a bit, then, finally, she turned to face me, her tear-streaked face affecting me far more than it should have.

"It was Todd."

"TODD?! You're still friends with that little asshole?"

******

Two summers ago, I had been in my room, lying awake, when suddenly the door opened and in stumbled my little sister. My drunk little sister. She had been out partying or something and she quietly (or as quietly as she could) slipped into my bed. I quickly threw back the covers and sat up, turning on the light. I could smell the alcohol on her breath from five feet away.

"Will? Oh, hah... this isn't my room!"

"Grace! Are you drunk?"

She giggled. "You're so paranoid..."

"Are you drunk? Where were you?"

She frowned, "Out."

" 'Out'? Real descriptive. Out where?"

"I was with some friends."

"Doing what?"

"Oh, calm down, spazz. I was out with Todd, and we were walking around and... well, he just thought it might be funny to see if we could get this guy to buy us a pack of beer and..."

"Todd? This is that little jackass's fault?" 

Todd was some dick who had been following my sister around like a god damned moron for the past month or so. Being ignorant as she was, she thought nothing of it.

"Will, I'm not drunk! I swear. We just asked the guy to. He... he said 'no'."

Aggravated, I tried a different approach. I placed her back on the floor, holding her by the shoulders. 

"Grace! Look at me. How many did you have?"

"I... a few, okay? Only a f-"

At that point, she had started to shake and I could smell the alcohol more now than ever. I had a feeling I knew what was coming next...I quickly rushed her into the bathroom, holding back her hair. 

I stayed with her that entire night, consoling her and doing that whole 'big brother' deal. I also resolved to kill the shit out of Todd if he ever did something to my sister again.

******

"Why the hell are you still hanging out with him?! Do you REALIZE why he wanted to get you drunk?"

She began crying again and I immediately regretted getting so angry.

"Will, you promised..."

I sighed, patting her on the back and getting a hold of myself, "Sorry, I just wasn't expecting that. Keep going."

She sat up and sighed. Looking down at her feet, she finally said,

"He made a pass at me."

My jaw dropped. Some little punk teenager made a pass at my sweet little baby sister? 

"H-he said he'd drive me home, but when we were alone... he forced his tongue into my mouth. I tried to stop him, but he was too strong. He ripped my shirt off me and..."

I could see her bruises. There were dark spots on her arms where he'd dug his fingers into her. I noticed her left eye was a bit puffy too, but I'd figured it was just because she was crying.

"Will, h–he tried to... he almost..."

She started getting hysterical.

Uncontrollable rage surged through me, and I got off the bed without saying a word. Grace was now sobbing, seeing the wild look in my eyes. "Where are you going?"

"Out," I grunted.

I walked out and slammed the door, quickly making my way down the stairs and outside to my car, grabbing Grace's school directory on the way out.

When I got to his house, I noticed I wasn't exactly the only car parked in the driveway. He's having a party... This was going to be interesting.

I made my way to the door and sure enough, some drunk asshole answered it. I wondered if he even knew who I was.

"You Todd?"

He nodded, smiling stupidly. 

"Yeah, man. Hey, you're from around here, right? I feel like we've met before."

I nodded.

"Well then, welcome to the par-" That was as far as he got. My fist buried itself in his chest and he keeled over. The next punch hit him square in the nose with a crack, and he fell backwards, blood dripping down his face.

I pushed his head down and hit him square in the jaw. "You think you can fuck with whoever the hell you want?" 

As he stared up at me, wide-eyed, I shoved him down, his head painfully hitting the floor.

I looked at him, cracking my knuckles. 

"If you ever get near my sister again, I'll fucking kill you. Understand?"

He nodded.

I decided it would be best if I didn't do anything else to him, just in case... But I kicked him in the ribs a couple times anyway, for good measure.

When I got back home, Grace was sound asleep on my bed. I pulled the blanket over her and kissed her on the cheek, whispering, "It's all taken care of... I love you, Gracie."

***

The next morning, I looked into my room to see that Grace was still in my bed. There were tear-streaks on her face, and I assumed she'd either been crying in her sleep, or she was awake. I quietly crept in and knelt by the bed, then reached my hand out and shook her softly. Her eyes shot open, and her lip began to quiver as she saw my face

As I got up and sat on the bed, she suddenly threw herself into my arms and began sobbing again. "I'm sorry..." she whispered. I tried to console her. 

"I'm so sorry," She repeated, tears now streaming down her cheeks. I pulled her up and held her perfect face in my hands, looking down at her while she gazed up at me. I kissed her softly on the cheek, and she kissed me back. Then again, on the lips. And again. I wanted to ask her what she was doing, but she didn't give me time to react. She kissed me again, and her lips pressed firmly against mine, prying them open. Before I knew what I was doing, I met her with my tongue, and soon we were wrapped around each other, kissing deeply. She whimpered quietly, and I ran my hands through her hair, wanting nothing more than to stay like this. 

Just as reality came crashing down on me, Grace pulled away again and stared up at me with a terrified look in her eyes. What did I just do?

She stared at me and I stared back at her, both of us shocked. She started backing away, her eyes filling up with tears, and she suddenly turned to run. I jumped in front of her, blocking her way out, and caught her in my arms. She tried to pull away, but I held onto her, pulling her towards me. She finally stopped resisting and collapsed in my arms, shivering and burying her face in my chest.

"Gracie," I whispered, "It's okay."

She shook her head and said into my shirt, "No, I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

I kissed her on the top of the head, and she grabbed onto me tighter. I held her to me, and we stayed there for a long time, pressed against each other as she got a hold of herself.

Finally, she whispered, "I love you."

I didn't know what to do, what to say, so I just stayed there with her. Neither of us spoke for the longest time, and finally, I led her over to my bed. She lay down and I sat next to her, then joined her. I rolled onto my back, and she cuddled up next to me, still shaking softly. I held her against me, and after a while, she fell asleep in my arms.

***

I woke up slowly. My eyes opened, and I could feel the light pouring through the window. I turned to see my baby sister still asleep next to me. She looked upset, even though she wasn't awake. I turned to notice it was around 3:00 p.m.; we'd slept through most of the day. I slipped off the bed and left the room, being sure to close the door behind me, then made my way to the kitchen.

With my head in hands, I spent the next thirty minutes or so replaying in my head what had gone on upstairs just a few hours ago. I'd kissed my little sister. I'd wanted to help her, get her through what she was trying to deal with, and instead I kissed her. 

I felt evil. I knew that she'd made the first move, but she was confused, alone. I went with it, followed it through, and now our relationship, whatever it had been before, was probably ruined. And technically, I had made the first move. I kissed her first, even though it wasn't on the lips, and that had led to this whole thing. A wave of emotions swept over me: anger, frustration, confusion... and something else. I couldn't tack a particular word on it, but it was something between sexual tension and passion. I'd wanted to kiss her, and I wanted to again. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted to all the same.

I was suddenly overcome with guilt. This was my sister! My innocent little sister, who had almost been raped less than a day ago. I was supposed to protect her... and I didn't.

***

Grace didn't wake up for another hour. She was embarrassed about everything that had happened and holed herself up in her room. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't get her to even open her door. It was around six that I realized she hadn't eaten anything all day. 

I went upstairs and decided I would offer her something, just to get her talking again. I knocked, but she didn't answer, so I decided I would just let myself in. Surprisingly, the door wasn't locked, and I walked in to see Grace sprawled out on the bed, a washcloth draped across her eyes. She removed it when she heard me come in, and only cast a glance at me before receding back under the covers and pulling the blanket over her head. 

I laid a hand on her shoulder. "Gracie..."

She whimpered disapprovingly, but I decided to persist. I pulled the sheet back, exposing her down to her shoulders, and looked down at her. "You hungry?" I whispered. She didn't answer. I nudged her softly, and she looked up at me, then nodded slowly.

Smiling down at her, I reached out my hand and she took it softly, allowing me to pull her up. I dropped my hand to my side as she stood up, but she kept her fingers laced with mine a second longer, squeezing my hand before letting go. I took her downstairs and sat her at the counter.

"Want anything in particular?"

She shrugged sullenly, holding her head in her hands. "Hey..."

She looked up at me. "It's okay," I smiled. "It was just a mistake, ok? I get it. You were confused, and–"

She walked over to me and hugged me softly, not crying but close to it. "I'm sorry," she whispered. 

I smiled at her fondly. "Me too."

***

Two weeks later.

I had recently bought James Taylor tickets for my girlfriend, hoping to surprise her and take her to the concert that she had thought to be sold out. But, when I planned to tell her, it was in person over a lunch that she'd requested, and she had had something to tell me too. She said we should start "seeing other people," which was clearly translated to mean that she already was. 

I had tried to re-scalp the tickets, but apparently that took more experience than it sounded like it did. The concert was in two weeks, and knowing my sister as the James Taylor fan that she was, I thought I might surprise her instead. 

The night of the concert, I knocked on her door and she sheepishly answered it, seeing the smile on my face. 

"What is it? You look like you have a little secret or something."

"Welllll, sort of."

"What's up?"

I produced the two tickets, "James Taylor. You wanted to go to that concert, right?"

"Yes!" she squealed, jumping up and down and clapping her hands with excitement. She hugged me tightly. "That's so sweet of you!"




Will and Grace



"There's two there, so you can invite whoever you want."

She looked at me strangely, then laughed, "I'm taking you, silly!"

When I looked at her questioningly, she just smiled, "As a 'thank you' for everything you've done... and 'cuz you bought the tickets in the first place."

She ushered me out of her room and quickly dressed into something more suitable for going out. 

Going out... 

I began to wonder if it was odd that I had essentially just asked my sister out to a concert. You were just being nice. I assured myself. Nothing else. You just wanted to make her happy.

My thoughts were interrupted as my sister opened the door. She was stunning. She had on a denim skirt that barely went to her thighs, a tight, slightly see-through shirt decorated with pink glitter, and she was wearing a hint of makeup that was hardly detectable.

As always, she had that amazing perfume on.

"How do I look?" she asked, turning full circle so I could get a complete view of her. 

"You look... fine." 

She pursed her lips in a little pout. "Fine? Come on, you can do better than that."

"Grace..." What could I say? She looked like a slut. I'd have to protect her from guys at the concert now, too. I'd have to watch myself, too. "you look great."

She grinned back at me. "Thanks. Let's go then."

Not being a huge fan of that sappy kind of stuff, I didn't expect to have a great time. As I said, I'd bought the tickets for my girlfriend, who had a taste for these slow-dance bands.

Surprisingly, though, going to a concert with my sister was a lot better then I'd assumed it would be. We'd had a couple of beers with dinner, and it was affecting both of us far more than I'd expected.

The first song had been bouncy to open up on a more exciting note, but then they delved right into the slow songs. My sister grabbed my hand and led me to a slightly open spot on the floor, and before I could protest, she placed my hands on her waist and her arms were wrapped around my neck. She started swaying to the music, and I quickly caught on. 

I guess my judgment was worse from the beer or whatever, but I found myself enjoying dancing with my sister.

Eventually, she got a bit woozy from all the smoke that was floating around and she moved in closer, laying her head on my shoulder. I suddenly tensed, loving the way it felt to have her resting against me, listening to the music as I held her in my arms. 

That night, before we went to bed, instead of the usual peck on the cheek, she placed a hand on my shoulder, her beautiful large eyes fixated on me. She closed her eyes, softly kissing me on the lips. To my surprise, I reciprocated before I knew what was going on. Then, just as quickly as it had started, it stopped. She pulled away, saying, "'Night, big brother."

"'Night..." I managed to gasp.

It had been a good night kiss, lasting just as long as a regular peck, except this one was on the lips. I tried to assure myself it didn't mean anything.

After a few hours of sleep I slowly regained consciousness. Something woke me up. I opened my eyes, glancing at my clock to see it was still early, only 3:00 a.m., and then rolled over to find the source of the disturbance. Grace was climbing into my bed! 

Without saying a word, she crawled in and nestled up next to me, the small of her back her pressing against my hips and her head safely resting below my chin.

The intoxicating scent of her hair wafted up and it was almost too much to bear. I again felt something more than just sibling love for my little sister. Before I knew what I was doing I wrapped my arm around her and she sighed contentedly, obviously feeling right at home. 

I kissed her on the forehead and she wiggled her hips, getting more comfortable, although also accidentally rubbing them over my crotch without noticing. I tried as hard as I could not to get hard, and my body finally gave in, my arousal fading. And I fell asleep next to my baby sister...

...Only be awakened about half an hour later. I could hear a strange sound, kind of like a clicking sound coming from Grace's side of the bed. I wondered if it was somehow the springs on the bed, unused to the extra weight, but when I got closer to her to inspect it, I was completely startled.

Grace was happily curled up, fast asleep... with her thumb in her mouth! She sucked her thumb? It must've been some random sleeping habit she had, and I decided I thought it was cute, like she was a little kid or something.

I kissed her on the forehead, then decided I'd experiment with her. I softly wrapped my hand around her wrist and tugged softly. I felt her strain in protest, even as she was asleep. I pulled a little harder, and her thumb slid out with a pop. She moaned in discomfort a little bit, as if noticing what she was missing, and her hand instinctively found its way back into her mouth. 

***

The next morning, I woke up to find that Grace had vacated my bed. Getting out of bed and rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I slipped on a pair of jeans and left my room. At the doorway, I could smell food cooking and went downstairs to see my sister making breakfast. She smiled at me as I appeared in the kitchen.

She handed me a plate, saying, "Morning. Thanks again for the concert." Then, a little awkwardly, "I... um... hope I didn't bother you last night when I..."

Shaking my head, "Nah, it's fine. It was kinda nice." I decided not to tell her I knew about her little habit.

She giggled. "You're so sweet! Thanks for understanding, I just needed someone since I was still a little..."

"Don't worry about it."

***

That night, when I got up to my room, she was sitting on my bed, biting her lip and twirling her hair through her delicate fingers. She looked up at me, "I know I've probably overstayed my welcome, but can I sleep in here again? I just really like the company, and you make me feel really... safe."

At first, I was inclined to say no. My feelings for her had already begun to wander out of the normal brother-sister spectrum, and I didn't trust myself. If anything happened that I couldn't control, it could ruin all of this.

But I suddenly blurted, "Yeah, sure, it's fine. I liked it too. I... er, the company, that is."

She blushed furiously and pulled up the covers, happily climbing under. She was wearing a long shirt, and probably just panties underneath. 

For the second time, I fell asleep next to my sister.

Feeling suddenly strange, my eyes popped open. The lights were off... had they been on when I was awake? My eyes had adjusted, and I figured I had only slept a few hours. I was about to shift to glance at the clock, when I suddenly felt my surroundings. Grace was still facing me, and I was lying on my back. 

Again, her thumb was in her mouth, and I heard the unmistakable suckling sound. I grinned and shifted my weight, propping myself up on one arm to get a better look at her. I decided to see if I could maybe show her that I knew, but without telling her. 

Suddenly hit with an idea, I reached out my hand and stroked her cheek softly, tickling her a bit. She mewed in her sleep, but didn't wake up. I reached out my arm and shook her softly, then retracted my arm and watched as her eyes flickered, then opened. 

With her thumb still in her mouth, she surveyed her surroundings with her liquid eyes, until her gaze fell upon me, smiling down at her, amused. 

The realization hit her and her eyes grew wide. She slowly pulled her thumb out and turned away from me, curling up in a ball. She was blushing. 

"Aww, Gracie, it's okay." 

Turning her head towards me again, I saw her face, now bright red. Her eyes welled up with tears of embarrassment, and my heart went to her. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her back towards me, whispering softly to her. 

She finally relaxed and started drifting off to sleep, when she suddenly jolted in bed again. Her thumb had naturally found its way back. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips and she quivered with embarrassment. 

"I'm not going to tell anyone, it's fine. Go ahead..."

She shook her head, pouting. I reached my hand towards her, gripped the thumb that she favored, offering it to her. She shook head again. 

"How about mine?" I asked, nudging her lips softly with my thumb. 

She didn't shake her head. She didn't move. At first, I thought that was a rejection, so I shrugged and slowly pulled my arm away. But as I did, she suddenly grabbed my hand and gingerly brought it towards her mouth.

I smiled as her lips slowly wrapped around my thumb, and she began to suck it gently. It tickled a bit, but I liked it. It was oddly exciting that it was my hand, not hers, and it sent chills down my back. 

Suddenly, she popped my thumb out of her mouth and turned to me, smiling. Closing her eyes, she leaned in and gave me a little peck on the lips, then turned and popped my thumb back in her mouth.

***

Grace lay on a raft in a small two-piece her breasts poking through ever so slightly. I was on a raft next to her, sneaking glances at her through the cover of my sunglasses.

Soon, she stopped moving around, probably drifting off. I took off my sunglasses and placed them on the raft, then slowly slipped into the water, going under. I swam up right under her raft and...

"AHH!" she cried as she flipped off into the water.

I resurfaced, laughing and grinning at my startled sister, who stared at me angrily. A thin smile spread across her lips. "So... that's how it's gonna be?"

She lunged at me. I sidestepped, but she grabbed my legs and tried to pull them out from under me. I easily lifted her out of the water, then threw her a couple of feet into the deeper end of the pool. She screamed and hit the water with a splash. When she resurfaced, she leapt at me again, this time knocking me under. 

I grabbed her and started to tickle her sides. She writhed and gasped, shaking as she laughed endlessly.

My grip loosened and I collapsed into the water, staring at her fondly. 

"Well," she smiled, "I think I'm going in for today. I'm gonna take a shower... care to join me?"

I stared. What?! 

She saw the expression on my face, "Oh, come on. We used to take baths all the time when we were little!" 

"Gracie, that was, like, sixteen years ago..."

"What do you think is gonna happen? It's a shower. I was just extending an invitation."

The truth was, I wanted to go with her, but at that moment, my judgment had the better of me. "No thanks," I managed.

She looked at me, her big blue eyes imploring me. Walking towards me, she reached up and brushed her lips against my cheek, then whispered, "Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me."

Watching her go was one of the hardest things I'd ever seen in my life. I lasted ten seconds.

***

Grace turned on the water and I stepped in beside my little sister. I watched, amazed, as she took off her bathing suit and shamelessly cast it aside. As she did, I managed a glimpse of her flawless body. Her breasts bounced perfectly as she stood back up and her tan skin practically shined in the light that was filtering through the window. My gaze moved down her flat tummy, past her small hips, and, a little guiltily, I found myself staring at her pussy. The small thatch of light brown hair covering it was neatly trimmed, and I felt my entire mouth go dry as she caught me staring. 

I quickly averted my eyes, and she laughed and said softly, "Your turn."

I was a bit scared to take my bathing suit off. I was already pretty aroused by this, and if I got hard, I'd have some serious explaining to do. But, to be fair, I knew I had to take it off, seeing as Grace had done the same. I quickly took removed my trunks.

She watched, her eyes growing huge as they traced over my exposed body, down my well-defined chest, to my cock. I was about to say something, when she shook her head and looked away, saying, "Where's the shampoo in here?"

Handing her the bottle, I suddenly blurted out, "I'll do it. I mean... you know, if you want me to."

An amused look danced across her pretty features, and her lips broke into a smile, "What, wash my hair?"

I nodded.

She gave back the shampoo and allowed me to tilt her head back. I shielded her eyes and poured some into her hair, then began rubbing it around. Her shoulders relaxed and she sighed contentedly. "Ooh, you make it feel good," She giggled. That did something for me, and I began to feel a bit too turned on by this. I brought her head under the spray of the water and rinsed out her hair as hastily as I could.

Grace reopened her eyes and sighed, then turned and stood on her toes, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. By the time she stepped out of the shower, I was completely hard.

***

That night, as I was slipping into a pair of boxers and getting ready for bed, I suddenly heard something. My head popped up and in the mirror, I could see Grace behind me. 

I quickly turned to see what she was doing in my room while I was changing, but when I did, I was hit with a big surprise. She stood before me, completely naked.

"Grace, what are you doing?!"

"Aww, come on. We took a shower together today, what's the difference?" 

I couldn't think of anything to say. She giggled, "You liked what you saw, didn't you?"

I finally blurted, "It was a mistake."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered, "So what's the matter with another? Just one more mistake." She licked her lips. "You're always letting me sleep in here... why don't you come into my room tonight?"

I was practically paralyzed. "Gracie, I don't think –"

She pursed her lips and frowned slightly. A pout formed on her lips, the pout that she knew always got her what she wanted out of me. Leaning in, she kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "We're just gonna be sleeping. I want you to hold me."

That did it for me. I allowed her to take my hand and lead me into her room, where she quickly pulled back the blankets and climbed into bed, taking me with her.

The second we were both under the thin sheet, she nestled right next to me, her chest resting against my side and her arm thrown across the length of me. I wrapped both my arms around her and she practically squealed, kissing me so lightly on the lips and quickly pulling away. 

By this point, I had her partly on top of me, and I was starting to get a hard on. She felt it poking her and her head popped off my chest. She looked into my eyes, then wrinkled her nose at me and giggled. "Is that for me?" she teased.

"Yeah, but I spoil you." I placed one arm behind her head and held her to me. Her arms went around me and soon, we were both asleep.

***

"Will..."

I slowly woke up, noticing it was still night. I quickly got my bearings; Grace was on top of me. Her legs were entangled with mine, her head was on my chest, and her fingers were slowly drawing circles on the back of my hand.

She whispered to me again, "Will?"

"What's wrong?" I ran my hands through her hair.

"You're, um... poking me," She giggled. 

"Oh god, Gracie, I'm so sorry. You're just so–"

She silenced me with a firm kiss. I was used to this by now, her little pecks on the lips, but this one lingered far longer than it should have. She stayed pressed against me, causing me to forget our boundaries.

I was expecting the reality of this to hit me as hard as it had last time we'd kissed like this, but it never happened. This felt too natural.

My inhibitions shed, I grabbed her, sliding my hands down to her exposed ass as she pressed her tongue against my lips. She finally forced my lips apart and she probed around my mouth, until I started to kiss back. I sucked her tongue out of her control and lightly caressed it with my own, suckling it. 

Grace squealed as I squeezed her ass and began to lightly rub. As we kissed, she slowly elevated her hips and brought her pussy against my navel, then began to softly slide it up and down against me. Her juices were gathering there, lubricating the surface. I felt them sliding onto me, and I groaned, flipping her onto her back.

I pulled her to the edge of the bed by her ankles, until her legs were dangling off, then knelt down and placed my hands on her legs. She looked up at me, returning my stare, and I saw the realization don on her perfect features that I was asking permission. In response, she leaned forward and kissed me as hard as she could, then began to run her hands through my hair.

I got back down on my knees again and started kissing her belly, stroking her softly. She sighed with pleasure and her breathing quickened as I started kissing lower, down to her mound. Stopping there, I nuzzled her, burying my face in her neatly trimmed hairs, then continued down to her inner thighs. I parted her legs softly, getting a perfect view of her exposed pussy. I leaned in, placing her lips in my mouth and suckling them. Grace inhaled sharply and her legs wrapped around my head, drawing me in further. I wrapped my tongue around her, finally releasing her lips and gently parted them with my hands, then slid my tongue into her tight little hole. 

I wiggled my tongue around, licking softly. She pressed her hands against the back of my head and began thrusting her hips into my face, moaning. "Oh god," she squealed. "Oh, god... mmm, don't stop!" 

She tasted amazing. I flicked her clit lightly and she moaned, "Aahhh...", then started running her hands through my hair. I suckled at it, nibbling a bit and lapping up her juices, which were now pouring out of her and smearing onto my face.

Suddenly, she went rigid. She began shivering, spasming violently as her cum poured out of her into my waiting mouth. She screamed and shook, soaking the sheets. Her orgasm lasted almost a minute.

When Grace finally came down, she collapsed, exhausted. Her legs and tummy were covered in her own juices, and I leaned down to quickly lap them up. She laughed softly, running her hands through my hair as I sucked the last of them up. I pulled her up and she collapsed into my arms, panting softly while I stroked her hair, planting soft kisses up and down her neck.

When she'd calmed down a bit, I laid her back down onto the bed to get a better look at her beautiful face. Her eyes were hooded, and she had a dreamy look spread across her features.

I lay down next to her and brushed her hair back. Pressing my lips to her ear, I whispered, "Gracie..."

She turned and pressed her chest against me. "Mhmm?"

"I love you."

She squealed and threw herself onto me, wrapping her body around me and kissing me passionately. "I love you too," she whispered. 

I could tell she tasted her own juices on me, and it only attracted me even more. We kissed for what felt like forever, sharing them together.

By this point, Grace was panting, and she pulled away. I looked into her eyes, which had grown large and were now shimmering with passion. "Will, I... um..."

"What's up?"

"If you... you know, wanted to, I... I mean, do you–"

"Oh, baby, are you sure?" 

She nodded, "I wanna see what it's like."

My jaw dropped. "Do you mean you're–"

Blushing, she curled up a bit defensively. "I'm a virgin." 

"Gracie, how is that possible? You, a virgin? You're so..."

She kissed me. "I wanna feel it. I wanna feel YOU. Please, I need you."

"It's going to hurt," I whispered, pressing my forehead against hers and looking her in the eyes.

She just nodded.

Laying her down on her back, I watched as she spread her legs for me, then wrapped her arms around my neck, coaxing me in. I gently guided my cock towards her little opening and slid the head in slowly. 

She gasped at the sensation of me entering her, and wiggled around a bit, getting a feel for it. I saw the confusion on her face as I pressed in a bit further, and she suddenly took on a look of pain.




Will and Grace



Her breath caught in her throat, and she was whimpering slightly as I encountered resistance, sliding in as slowly as I could.

She shivered, "it-it hurts."

I leaned down kissed her on the forehead softly, then prodded once, pushing past her final barrier. She felt her hymen break, and her fingernails dug into the back of my neck as I entered her further.

And then she let go. Her jaw went slack and she released her death grip on me, and I could see the look of complete fullness on her face. "Ohhhh," she sighed.

That was all I needed as encouragement, and I thrust the rest of the way into her. Her warm folds enveloped me completely, and she squealed excitedly. I slid almost all the way out, then pushed back in again, drawing a scream of pleasure from Grace's lips. I started steadily fucking her, and she threw her arms behind her head, squealing as she was pounded into the mattress.

She bit her lip to keep herself from making too much noise, and it looked amazingly sexy. I leaned forward and kissed her full on the lips, our tongues wrapping together as I continued pounding her virgin pussy. I kissed my way down her neck, past her collar bone, and my mouth naturally found her nipples, sucking them softly. She moaned, grabbing my head and pressing me into her cleavage as her little nipples suddenly became erect.

Grace spread her legs wider, then wrapped them around my waist, drawing me in even further, causing me to hit her deepest spot before sliding back out again. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a raw, sexual moan, telling me she was close.

Our cries blended together as we fucked, and her breath began to come out in ragged, erratic gasps. Her eyes were flickering, and she had her entire body wrapped around me as I fucked her, writhing uncontrollable. Her legs drew me closer still, and we kissed again, passionately and softly.

"Nnngh!" she moaned into my mouth, her juices pouring out of her, sliding down my cock and running down my balls. They dripped onto the bed, and soon her thighs were glistening with pussy juice. "I –guh, I love you!" she moaned.

I started ramming into her with abandon, sucking her soft, round tits hungrily as she squealed, thrashing and kicking. Suddenly, her body went rigid. She tried to scream, but no sound came out as her orgasm slammed into her, running through her entire body as her juices squirted out of her, her eyes filling up with actual tears. "Baby," I groaned urgently, "you're making me cum..."

She cried out and held her legs tightly around my waist, her arms encircling my neck as she pulled me towards her. She wanted me to blast my cum into her, and it only spurred me on. Grace was squirming, thrusting her hips up against mine as she attempted to ride her orgasm out. I suddenly went stiff, and my balls exploded into her. Her pussy spasmed, milking my cock as I coated my glorious little sister's walls with cum. I came so much that her pussy actually filled and it began dripping out of her.

I collapsed, completely exhausted. She loosened her grip, while remaining wrapped around me, and she craned her neck forward, urgently searching for my lips. I gave her a deep, loving kiss, and she whimpered softly, holding me tightly to her while I did the same. She pressed up against me, and I brought an arm behind her head, holding her safely in my arms. Finding my hand, she pulled it towards her and held onto it tightly. 

I watched as she popped my thumb into her mouth and quietly drifted off to sleep.



Will & Gracie



William and Gracie met in college. He was a business major, and she speech language pathology major. They lived in the same dorm, on the same hall. They were good friends, and as a matter of fact they did most everything outside of homework together. She thought he was very nice, and he thought she was too. They even tried dating, and went on one date, and had one pretty hot week, but it ended more quickly than it started. They both decided they were better off as friends. 

Later, Gracie moved into an apartment, and William stayed in the dorm. It was his last year, and she had two more left. Gracie and William talked on the phone all the time, and she cooked him dinner at least twice a month. They were best friends. After dinner one night, while sitting on the couch watching a movie, William leaned over and kissed her. 

"Mmm, been a long time since you've done that," she said, sliding back in for another kiss. He deepened the kiss, and his hand reached up and brushed her brown hair out of her deep brown eyes. He pulled away and looked into them.

"I know, I'm not sure where that came from," he smiled, and kissed her again, hard. "But I do know it's been too long." 

"Yeah, it has." She pulled him close as she lay back on the couch, pulling him on top of her. "I'm not sure why this didn't work before," she said, wondering why they broke up when his kisses made her feel like this inside.

They stopped talking, thinking, and probably breathing. His hand reached to cup her breast, and he felt her nipple, hard under her t-shirt and bra. She shuddered as he caressed it through her clothes. Her hands dropped to his ass, and she pulled him hard against her pussy. They continued kissing. He dropped kisses on her eyes, her chin, and her neck, working his way down her body. He helped her remove her shirt, and bra, and he started to kiss her breasts, sucking her hard nipples into his mouth. He wanted her. She moaned as he paid attention to her breasts. He knew just how hard to suck, and just when to nibble. She couldn't get enough. She drug his mouth up for another deep kiss, her tongue sweeping into his mouth, teasing it, pushing it in and out mimicking the motions she desired from other areas of their bodies. She rolled their bodies until she was on top of him, then she kneeled on the floor. Gracie unbuttoned his pants. She wanted to see all of him. She unzipped them, and pulled them down, along with his boxer briefs. He was so hard. She had a hazy memory of his size from a few years before, when she had felt him through his clothes, but this was a first for them. He was long, around 7 inches, but he was very thick, and she couldn't wait to get him in her mouth. 

"Wait, what are you doing?" He was shocked. He thought she was so innocent. She hadn't dated many guys in college, and he also knew she was a virgin. 

"I want to taste you."

"Not that I don't want you to, but I don't want you to feel like your first time doing this was because I couldn't stop."

"Now isn't really the time for a philosophical discussion, but this isn't the first." She was a little surprised that he didn't know, because one of her first oral sex encounters had been when she lived just down the hall from him, with one of his friends. She also knew that he wasn't a virgin, and just assumed oral sex had been part of the foreplay.

"Now let me make you cum." She pushed him back and took the tip of his cock in her mouth, licking it like a lollipop, getting it back to original hardness, after the shock had deflated him a little. 

She licked the underside of his cock, down the vein all the way to his balls. As she licked back up, she flicked her tongue from side to side. Her hands started to caress his balls, and she took the tip back in her mouth, sucking it, and running her tongue around the head. Then she took as much of it into her mouth as she could, sucking hard as she slowly pulled it out. Her hand started to jack him off, varying the speed from slow to fast, to slow again. Her mouth concentrated on the tip of his rock hard cock, sucking it in and out at the same speed as her hand. She could feel his balls tighten, and knew he was about to cum.

"I'm about to cum!" He tried to pull her mouth off of his cock. She looked up at him, winked, and never stopped. He understood that she wanted to swallow his cum, and was surprised. Then again, he had never had oral sex before, and let himself be sucked over the edge

"Gonna cum!" He moaned, but she was ready for him, and when he started to spurt, she could hardly keep all of it in her mouth. He tasted tangy, and a little salty, and she swallowed every drop.

"That was amazing," he said, as he pulled her on top of him and she laid her head on his chest. "Did you know that was the first time for me?"

"What? Didn't 'what's-her-name' ever do that? I mean, you guys had sex, didn't you fool around any?" She was a little surprised, but the more she thought about it, the less she was surprised. The other girl had always sounded a little bossy, and goody-goody. 

"No, we had sex, once, and it wasn't great, so we never did again." 

"Oh. I see."

"Now it's my turn to make sure you feel as great as I do." He kissed her, and she helped him take off her jeans and panties. He continued to kiss her as he played with her breasts again, but it wasn't long until he moved his hand down to her pussy. He reclined on her couch, and with her back to him, and her head on his shoulder, he had her in the position he wanted. He could finger her, and as she squirmed, he ass rubbed his sensitive cock. First, using one finger, he started to rub her clit, and then he slid it past there, to her cunt. She was very wet, and she thrust her hips up to meet his finger. He dipped inside her. She was so wet, and she wanted him. He added another finger, but she was so tight, he could hardly get it in. He thrust both fingers in and out, and with his left hand, he gently rubbed her clit. She turned her head back over her shoulder and kissed him. Using her hand, she guided his left hand just above her clit, and showed him how she liked a little pressure on her pelvis bone, just above her clit. It only took a few more thrusts with his fingers inside and the pressure outside, before she came.

"Ooh, Will, Ohm, Yes!!" The tantalizing agony of her orgasm swept over her. "That was great!" She snuggled into the crook of his arm, and kissed him. 

"Want to sleep over?" she teased.

"No, I'd better get back. I have a little more homework." He moved to get up, and she stood, too. 

"So soon? I could make us some tea." She didn't want him to leave. She also knew that when he walked out of that door, things would be different, and she wasn't ready for the change.

"Yeah, but I'll call you tomorrow afternoon. Would you go to dinner with me?"

"Mhm, I would love it." He leaned down, and kissed her gently.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow."

That night he left, and everything they had ever known was changed. At first it was wonderful. Their days were spent either together, or thinking about being together. William and Gracie were friends first, and lovers second. But their experiences together weren't ever beyond oral sex. William respected Gracie for still being a virgin, and wanted her to remain that way. Gracie was only willing to lose her virginity to someone she loved, and she knew that what she felt for Will might be love, she was just going to wait a little longer. 

The day before spring break, Will went to see Gracie at her apartment. He arrived, and didn't even say hello. He kissed her hard, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth, and with his hands on her ass, he pulled her hard up against his cock. 

"Boy, what a 'hello'," she said. She wanted him just as much, and in that second, knew that she wanted him to fuck her. She led him back to her bed, and pulled off her clothes. She had no idea how much she turned him on while she stripped. She lay down on the bed next to him and whispered for him to take off his clothes. She helped, and he made short order of them. They had never been together completely naked. Gracie always kept her panties on, and he had to work under them. She had said it was her security blanket. She didn't need one now.

"I want you, all of you," she told him.

"Are you sure?" he asked. She was positive, and kissed him, her hand trailing down to his cock.

"Yes, never been more sure in my life." She started to caress him, and pulled him on top of her, guiding his cock to her cunt.

He dipped a finger inside, and found that she was the wettest she had ever been, and he knew this time, it was right. He looked into her eyes as he slid the tip of his cock into her hot wetness. He took it slow, guiding himself inside her. He tip hit her membrane, and he took her cherry looking into her eyes. They glazed over with pain, but it only lasted a second. He stilled and waited for her to give him a sign that it was okay. She leaned up and kissed him, and raised her hips to encourage him. He thrust once more, and was in as deeply as he could go. They started moaning, and he started thrusting in and out, as hard and fast as he could. It only took a minute until they both climaxed at the same time, moaning and shaking with desire. He thrust one final time, and felt her walls squeeze him as she was overcome with her orgasm. He pulled out of her, and wished he could stay inside her forever. He rolled to his back, and she snuggled her head onto his chest. She could feel his heart racing, the beating matching her own. They lay like that for a long time, not saying anything; just coming off of a high neither had ever known.

"I am so glad I waited for you, I love you." She was feeling so emotional, and wanted him to understand why she did it. 

"I'm glad, too. I love you." He was shocked that he meant what he said. They both remembered that day later, as the best day of their relationship.

"I want you to go with me to Charleston." She had been trying to get him to change his spring break plans for the past week. "We could have so much fun."

"I just can't. Aaron and Melissa are going, and we are staying at my uncle's cabin. I can't let them go, without me. My uncle would kill me. Go with me."

"You know I can't. I guess I'll have to just be patient, and talk to you a lot. Call me whenever you can."

"I will," he was reluctant to leave, and knew that after today there was no going back. They had been too far.

"Let's just lay here a little longer." Gracie didn't want to ever let him go. They stayed there, and fell asleep in each other's arms, only waking later because they were hungry. They ate, and made love again, this time he worshiped her body slowly, and she blossomed under his care. She climaxed 2 times before he let go enough to cum. And when they fell asleep, this time he stayed and held her all night. He watched her sleep, and the next morning helped her pack her car for the trip.

"I love you, and I'll see you next week. Don't forget about me when you are with Aaron and Melissa, painting the town."

"I won't. I love you too, and I'll call you tonight to see if you made it ok."



Will & Jane's After Dinner Romp



"Dessert?" Jane asked as the two first year med students finished a late dinner at a fairly nice restaurant in the town where they attended school.

Will replied, "I say we just get out of here. I'm going to have to have you."

That was exactly the answer she wanted to hear. They quickly settled the bill and were on their way to his apartment. He glanced over at her in the car and appreciated her beautiful body. She is about 5'3" with dark brown hair, firm tits that were probably a large B cup, and an ass that would blow your mind.

As he closed the door to his apartment, she pushed him back against the door, forcefully kissing him and beginning to run her hands across his broad shoulders and chest. He stood about 6 feet tall and was still well conditioned from his days as a college athlete.  He grabbed Jane around the waist and walked her backwards towards his bedroom, still passionately kissing her. Will backed her up the foot of the bed where they began to strip one another. She went for his belt first, unfastening it and letting her hand drop down to briefly squeeze his already hardening cock through his pants before pulling his shirt over his head.

Meanwhile, he unbuttoned her shirt and peeled it back away from her shoulders, marveling at her breasts straining at her pink bra. Slowly, he ran his hands down her back to her skirt covered ass. Pulling her skirt up, he cupped her ass cheeks, left bare by her thong. He hooked his thumbs under her thong and slowly slid it down her sexy legs. 

Slowly, he kissed his way back up her legs until his head was under her skirt. There was just enough light for him to appreciate the beauty of her pussy, covered with neatly trimmed brown hair. He inhaled the aroma of her already soaked pussy before running his tongue across her folds. 

She gasped at the delicate touch of his tongue on her and gripped his hair, pulling his head into her. He slid his tongue up to her clit and inserted a finger into her pussy, curling up toward her g-spot as he gently sucked on her clit. She could only moan and hold onto the bed post as he sucked and fingered her closer to her first orgasm.

Will was having a great time with Jane's pussy, but his cock was getting so hard that it had to have some attention. He pulled his head up long enough to slide her skirt off, pick her up by her legs, and threw her onto the bed. While he stripped off the rest of his clothes, she sat up and removed her bra, exposing her amazing tits. 

She then grabbed him and pulled him onto the bed with her, flipping him over so that he was on his back. Jane then spun around and placed her beautiful pussy back over his face, where he resumed eating her out. Meanwhile, she ran her hands up and down the inside of his thighs while she blew her breath over his rock hard cock but was careful not to touch it. Then she slowly worked her hands closer and began fondling his balls. Next she licked his shaft from base to tip before taking his length in her mouth and beginning to suck him in earnest.

All of this had Jane oh so close to coming. Will could sense this and began to sucked harder on her clit and slipped a second finger into her dripping pussy. This set her off. She came hard, squeezing his fingers and screaming as much as she could with a cock in her mouth. The vibrations running over his cock almost set him off, but he held on.

With her pussy still convulsing from the powerful orgasm, Will pulled her mouth off of his cock and swung her legs around so that her ass was just on the edge of the bed. He stood on the floor and threw her legs on his shoulders. He looked straight into her hungry eyes as he slowly ran the tip of his cock up and down in between the folds of her pussy, teasing her mercilessly. She begged him, "Just put it in, fuck me now!" 

He gave her what she asked for, sliding every bit of himself in her amazingly tight pussy. Will slowly glided in and out of her for a couple of minutes, coming almost all the way out before rhythmically sinking his hard dick back into her. Then he picked up the pace as he folded her legs backed toward her own shoulders. She could feel his body brush her clit with every deep stroke that stretched her pussy. It didn't long at all before she felt her second orgasm beginning to build. 

Feeling himself about to come as well, Will pulled out of her and laid down on the bed so that she could climb on top of him. She got above him and wasted no time in plopping down on his dick. She sat upright, bouncing up and down on him as he reached up to stroke her nipples, gently twisting and pulling on them.

When both were so close they could barely hang on, Will rose up and took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked hard. This set her off. She screamed loud enough to let Will and the neighbors knew she was coming. Her pussy clamped down so hard on his dick, that it made him lose it as well. His hard cock shot stream after stream of steaming cum into her convulsing pussy. 

Both collapsed onto back down onto the bed and slowing and passionately kissed one another before drifting off to sleep, still naked and covered in sweat from their escapade. You can imagine what happened when they woke up like that in the morning…but that is for another story.



Will & Kate: Katie Oversleeps



Katie stretched and rolled over in bed then sat straight up in bed! She looked frantically at the clock on the nightstand. FUCK! Oh shit oh shit oh shit. It was 6:45, and she was late for waking up Will with his morning blow job. Not just kinda late, but LATE. 45 minutes late to be exact, Will was not the kind of person who liked a rushed morning or being late. This was not going to go well and Katie knew it when she looked at her clock. Jumping out of bed and running down the hall to Will's room she had no idea what form of punishment Will would imagine for this infraction. Infraction? More like a felony. She had never overslept and Will was an attorney, a good one, being late was not in his makeup, and if she was the reason he was late. . .

Will was coming out of the Master bath as she got to the door of the Master bedroom. He walked to her, and said very softly.

Get. Under. The. Dining. Table. Now. 

Katie ran. That meant Will did not want her to keep him company in the kitchen, but it also meant he did not even want to look at her. She knelt there trembling as Will prepared breakfast with his angry music playing. The music was another bad sign, and worried Katie. She had never been the reason he was so mad. Last time he got this angry and used her, almost abusing her she had done nothing; he was just wound up and needed a release. This was different; she had disappointed, angered, and messed with his work. 

Katie trembled under the custom made table on her knees. Will had told the guy who made the table that it had to be tall enough for her to kneel under. This meant that Katie had knelt in the craftsman's workshop while he measured the dimensions. She had been fully clothed, but was still embarrassed because there was no doubt in the craftsman mind just what she would be doing under there. When the craftsman went to make the chairs he asked Will and Katie to come back so he could make sure that with Will sitting in the chair Katie's head would fit and have room for bobbing without hitting the table too much. Will had had lots of fun that day.

Katie heard the music turn off and Will sat down in front of her, naked from the waist down, He had put his boxers and pants and belt and wallet on the counter in the kitchen. Katie did not want to move without permission, but the implication was clear. It was almost as if Will was testing her. He had not given her any commands, letting her torture herself with what to do.

Finally Will said "Breakfast slut" and pointed to his cock. 

Katie scrambled and did her best to make it the best blow job ever. Will finished his breakfast, pushed away from the table, grabbed Katie's hair and fucked her face to finish. He was not pleasant about it and Katie was relieved when his cum went down her throat, she had gotten it all; surly he would see she was sorry. But no, Will was not done.

"You know breakfast is the most important meal of the day, right?" 

Katie nodded, because her mouth was still on his cock and Will's hand was in her hair keeping her mouth in place. 

"Well I think you deserve seconds sweetie" with that Will pushed her all the way down his shaft, holding her for a bit before letting her come up for air. When she had gasped in some oxygen, Will began again to use Katie's mouth taking her all the way down and bringing her back up setting a very quick pace. When he was spent and it had all gone down Katie's throat for a second time that morning Will got up, and went to the kitchen to retrieve his clothes. After Will had dressed he went back to the table and snapped his fingers pointing at his feet. Katie crawled from under the table and knelt at his feet.

"What time are you supposed to wake me up?"

"Six am Sir, I am so sorry Sir" Katie was sobbing with her head down when she felt fire explode across her left cheek. "I did not ask for a fucking apology slut!, I just wanted to make sure you understand one thing: you will be punished harshly tonight and I expect you to take it and thank me for taking the time to correct you. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir"

"I put clothes out for you and a list on the fridge. When you see Perry, ask him nicely to take you shopping. I do not want you to go anywhere unless Perry takes you, and wear your butt plug all day." 

With that Will walked out of the room leaving Katie shaking and crying on the floor. He knew he had kept Katie up late the night before, playing with her for his pleasure, bringing her close and withdrawing over and over again till he finally let her cum. It was amazing that much cum could come out of her, and he smiled to think of it, but he was still going to have to teach her a lesson about her duties in this relationship. No excuse was acceptable for Katie sleeping in and failing to wake up Will on time.

Will loved Katie, but his punishments were always harsh. He had taken a weeklong seminar in San Francisco at a place called "The Learning Institute" He had taken the section for Doms and Katie had taken the section for subs all week long. They had talked about what kind of Dom Katie wanted and had laid out the perimeters for their relationship refining them as they went along. Katie wanted a strong, Dom who followed through with the rules and held her accountable to her chosen position. Will had been clear, he loved her, her mind, her heart, but rules were rules, and there would be punishments. Safe words and gestures were established and there had not been any real test, but tonight would be one and Will knew it. Will also knew that Katie usually made a mistake once and rarely repeated the same one. Will was proud of her for that, and knew this would be no different. He called Perry to ask him to take Katie shopping today, and to tell him what happened, just to talk to someone since he had not been able to talk to Katie that morning and would not be able to till tomorrow, then he got an idea.

"Perry you got plans tonight?"

"Nah was just going to hang out, take Katie shopping and maybe call and torment boy, why?"

"When I text you, can you come down to The Room? Katie will die of embarrassment at having you see her punished"

"You do remember I don't do girls, right Will?" Perry laughed. "Hey I like Katie, and when I drive her around places we talk, are you sure about this? She might not confide in me for awhile." Perry did not tell Will all of the stuff Katie told him, just the important stuff. This was the benefit of having Katie confide in Will's best friend; if she was unhappy, felt she was being treated unfairly, or anything like that, and afraid to tell Will for whatever reason she just might tell Perry, who would relay it to Will, and then Will could see about rectifying it.

"Yeah I am sure."

Will was feeling better now that he had a plan, it was devilish and forming in his head still, and he had the rest of the day to figure it out.

Will had never told Katie that he did not need to be at the office early. The office did not open till 9am and it was his firm so he could come in when he wanted. The fact he was an hour late was no big deal. He never had meetings till ten so he could get paperwork sorted out, Katie was not even aware it was his firm, just that he was an attorney. The fact was he LIKED going in early, being there before everyone else. That was why it was open at 9 not 8 or 7. He discouraged his staff from coming in too early and staying too late unless there was a deadline. That gave him the image of a caring boss, but really he just liked the office to himself. 

Will was planning his evening he was going to have to leave early today to shop for tonight's plan, the more he thought about it the more he thought he might enjoy it, and the more that worried him. Afterward he would have to talk to her about whether or not it was too rough, but only afterward, she did make him late after all. Will was smiling as he walked in to his building..

As soon as Will had shut the front door to the house Katie had got up and ran up the stairs to obey Will. Her clothes were laid out on his bed. There was a baby doll t-shirt and tight jeans, and for some reason when she dressed like this she felt more exposed then when she was naked. The clothes hugged every part of her body, outlining what was there without showing any skin.

She picked up her clothes went to make herself presentable and to insert her plug. She hated wearing it in public. Wearing it in public was usually a punishment and there would be no mercy, but after this morning she was not expecting any mercy. Katie was worried. What if Will decided he did not want her anymore? Part of her told her don't be silly it was just a mistake, but another part truly wondered.

When she went downstairs Perry was in the kitchen getting his breakfast. He looked at her and noticed her red eyes. Perry knew what had happened and was going to leave it between her and Will unless Katie decided to share. Perry knew that if boy had been late or made him late, Perry would have skipped work and spent the whole day teaching boy what was expected of him and punishing him. The fact was that boy did not make those kind of mistakes anymore, and Perry had the luxury of working from home.

"Mister Jones?" Katie asked

"Yeah Katie?

"Can you take me shopping today? Please?" Katie almost whined, she did not know Will had already called Perry and asked. She was half worried he would say no and was imaging how mad Will would be if Katie did not do the shopping.

"Sure Katie, at 10:00. I need to do some stuff this morning and you can get your list and stuff together."

Katie busied herself with the daily chores. It was Monday, but dusting would have to wait until she got back from shopping.

In the car on the way to town Perry looked at Katie in the rear view mirror. Katie noticed.

"Mister Jones? Can I ask you a question? Well besides the one I just did." Katie smiled to herself.

"Sure Katie what is on your mind?"

Katie paused and fidgeted "Umm. Would you keep boy if he did something really bad? Or would you send him away?" Katie held her breath.

"Katie, this is a mutual relationship, I would never SEND him away, if however he wanted to stop belonging to me or I felt it was in his best interest for him to go we would talk about it and I would release him, but I would never send him away because he was bad. PUNISH yes, but make him leave me? Never." Perry looked at Katie. "Are you afraid Will is going to send you away, Kate?"

"Yes." Katie looked out the window trying not to cry. "Mister Jones, he was really really mad, and it's my fault, I was very, very wrong, I just don't know what to do. He does not seem to hear when I say I am sorry."

"Katie, you spent time at the institute with Will, and you know more about this kind of relationship than some who are in a similar 24/7 do you think discarding subs is what Will learned about?"

"No, I just, well I don't know, he makes the rules pretty easy and I have been following them, this was just really bad."

"Katie, do you want my advice?"

"Yes, please Mister Jones."

"I can tell you are sorry, but you need to show Will, not just tell him. One way to show him is to take your punishment, thank him for it and then see what happens. Do not argue, you can cry but no begging, no pleading, and no justifying. Just take it. That always goes a long way for boy. There have been times I have been very angry and planned a very long punishment, but he took it so well I did not have the heart, and I ended up being easier on him then I intended, although he did not know that."

Perry pulled into the parking lot at the grocery store, got out opened the door for her. 

"Don't worry sweetie, it will be okay, just take it like a champ." Perry felt a little guilty knowing he would see part of it, but this was between Will and her. Perry and Katie walked into the store together; He might as well pick up some things while they were here.

Katie was relieved that Perry would never SEND boy away and hoped Will felt the same way. She was diligent in her shopping, and paid close attention to all of her chores for the day. Will never called or texted, and Katie was concerned by 4:00. Will always called, teased her, made her perform, or just talked in the afternoon, but her phone was deadly quiet all day. She tried not to dwell on it.

Dusting all three floors took up the day, the Library was a huge task, and she wanted it to be perfect, she even dusted and polished the ladder, and the light shades. Perry was home when she went upstairs. She asked if he wanted her to dust his rooms as well, and he as usual agreed. Perry was used to having his wife or his boy do these kinds of things so he usually let Katie do it if boy was not around or otherwise engaged.

When it was time, Katie went and knelt at the door, she was really tired, but knew tonight would bring no relief. She knelt and waited for Will, who was an hour late and had a long cane in his hand.

Will walked past Katie uttering one crisp word:"Follow" and follow Katie did she was already kneeling so she just crawled behind Will, into the living room. Will dropped his pants and boxers and sat in his chair. Katie knelt in front of his chair with her head bent forward and her arms behind her back wondering what was going to happen. Will got up and walked around Katie looking for just the right angle. Suddenly she heard a 'whoosh' followed by exploding pain in her left breast, and her right breast quickly felt the same pain. Katie's eyes watered immediately.

"How is my new cane, Katie?" Will asked in a flat voice

"Painful Sir" Katie had been taught to be honest; never saying what she thought he wanted to hear rather to speak what was true.

"What is your safe word, Katie?"

"Red, Sir"

And your gesture?

"Giving you the middle finger with my right hand, Sir." This was a kind of joke between them. Katie would NEVER give Will the middle finger, so here was an excuse to do so should she ever need whatever was going on to stop.

Will smiled, "Good. Now put your head back, grab your ankles, and arch your back so your breasts stick out. I want an easy target." Katie complied feeling trepidation as Will had not indicated how many strokes she could expect with his new toy.

Will positioned himself at her side and took aim, then he struck the top of both breasts at the same time and Katie cried out. Will paid her no mind leaning forward grabbing her right nipple hard and lifting up her tit. The cane crashed onto her soft untouched skin on the underside of her right breast forming a red line immediately and causing Katie to start crying. The pain was intense and grew with each strike. Will did not stop. The other breast received the same attention. After two whacks to the underside of each breast, Will stood up and paused. 

He watched the sobs rack Katie's body, but no safe word, she was not complaining, just crying. He smiled and tapped the cane on her left nipple, bouncing it three times then pulling back and letting it fall hard. Katie actually broke position and sat straight up, but laid back onto her ankles immediately, mortified she had not been able to stay. After the right nipple received the same attention Will repeated the process making sure each surface got 5 good swats. All throughout Katie struggled but stayed in position crying out every time the cane made contact with her soft skin.

Will was mesmerized by the red lines all over those gorgeous so soft breasts. He sat back down in front of Katie. "UP!" Katie let go of her ankles and got into her first position. "Now give me a blow job while massaging your breasts roughly the whole time, you may not stop touching your breasts till I cum deep in your throat."

Katie did as told and Will held back as long as he could watching as silent tears streamed down Katie's face because of the massage she was giving her own breasts. It was one thing to have someone cause pain to her, but a different kind of punishment when she was causing pain to herself. Will held her head and pushed his cock deep as his cum spurted out and inside Katie. Katie immediately stopped touching her breasts, and looked at Will. He got up dressed himself and told her to crawl upstairs and wait for him at the door to The Room. This was the playroom, usually it was where Will teased her, dominated her and they both got their release, but tonight for the first time in a long time it was going to be a place of correction for Katie.

Will went to the kitchen for supplies he picked up some water with electrolytes for both of them; they would probably need it even though the room was kept at a comfortable temperature. He also picked up some energy bars, he thought tonight was going to be long and he wanted to be prepared. Everything went into a white plastic bag, he knew the sight of it would have Katie curious, and probably imagining worse things than water bottles. She deserved it.

Katie was kneeling at the door to The Room when Will came and unlocked it. She crawled in taking up a kneeling position at the entrance, which she noted was still open. 

Will went to the wooden chest against the wall. He opened it and began to set things out, clover nipple clamps, cat o'nine, flogger, the new cane, the ball gag, the o-ring gag. "Go lay down on the X" 

Katie went and laid down on the wooden X that was on the floor. The X was on a frame and when Will pushed a button it would move to an upright position, it could do 360 degrees, so it could hold her upside down, facing the floor with only her restraints holding her, laying looking at the ceiling, or straight up. Katie was shaking as Will silently strapped her in, his anger coming off of him in waves. 

Will attached a chain to the hook above Katie's head, but just let it lie to the side of her. Then he pinched her left nipple hard. Katie gasped, but Will did not react, just continued to pinch till it was hard and pointed. Then he attached the clover nipple clamp, he repeated his motions on her right breast, Once attached he yanked on the chain that attached them, closing the clamps even tighter. These clamps had not been used before. 

Will had told her when they bought them that he would save them for a special punishment. She was feeling very scared. Then she remembered what Perry had said and decided to take his advise. 

"Thank you Sir for taking the time to punish me."

Will raised his eyebrows, "Let's see if you can keep that attitude Katie" His mouth was in a line. He was concentrating. He attached three weights to the chain connecting the nipple clamps. Then Will went back to the chest and grabbed something, the minute Katie saw it she cringed, it was her 6" posture collar. This was a collar she did not like; Will did though because it kept her head from hanging down. He had used it at first, but she had resisted it so much he now only used it when he was going to punish her for a long time and he wanted to look into her eyes the whole time. 

"Do not close your eyes, look at me at all times" was all he said while pulling her head forward to fasten and lock it in the back. Will walked to the control and pushed the button that would bring the cross upright. Will was playing with his phone and Katie was trying to practice her breathing, her nipples were already on fire and she had no idea how long he intended to keep the clamps on. Usually it was 15 minutes at the very longest, but, in this mood Katie was not sure of anything.

Katie watched Will pace back and forth waiting for something. Then Katie heard the footsteps, she looked toward the still open door and paled. There was Perry. She was mortified! He had seen her naked, it was not that, but she had been good since he got here, he had not seen her in trouble, and here he was to watch Will punish her. She would have hung her head, but now she understood the collar, there was no hiding. 




Will & Kate: Katie Oversleeps



Will wielded the cane he had with him down onto her left breast, all the while he talked to Perry. Katie was sobbing by the fifth stroke of the cane. She wanted to beg him to stop, but remembered what Perry said so she just let herself cry.

"Welcome, now you get to see the room in use." Will smiled at Perry. He was mentally counting and stopped at ten. 

"What do you think?"

"Nice set up, Will, mind if I try out the chair?"

"No, no go ahead I am going to see to my business." He turned back to Katie.

"I don't like being late, you embarrassed me by making me late (what Katie did not know would not hurt her) and now I will embarrass you" He moved the cane to the right breast and laid down 10 more red stripes onto her breast. If she had not been tied to the "X" the pain of the blows would have forced her into the fetal position, but there was no hiding, she could not even hang her head in shame, all she could do was howl with each new stroke.

He moved his hand across the welts, then he grabbed the chain connecting her breast He removed the weights and pulled them up, attaching the chain to the one above Katie's head. The clamps were forced up exposing the underside of Katie's boobs to Will and Perry. Without a word Will began canning the underside of the boobs. H boobs. He loved the way they moved and colored when he was punishing them.

In the midst of the blows and each new blossoming of pain Katie found her head and somehow managed to say "Th-Th-Thank Y-you, Sir" 

Will stopped and unhooked the chain holding the boobs up, and then he removed the nipple clamps. He had plans for those nipples, but Katie was being so good. He needed to tone it down a bit. She was taking her punishment like she knew she deserved it and that deserved a bit of mercy. Unspoken mercy, but mercy nonetheless.

"You're Welcome Katie, now tell me what time and manner am I supposed to be woken up?"

"I am supposed to wake you up every morning at 6 am with a wonderful blow job, Sir"

"Good. Now let's change it up." Will went and grabbed the crop and without a word began using it on her everywhere, focusing on her cunt, but leaving no piece of flesh white except her feet, hands and face. In the name of mercy Will avoided her breasts. When Will was done her entire front side was red, and Will's whipping arm was tired.

Katie had been bawling, crying, even knowing Perry was there she had not been able to hold back under Will's exacting and talented hand.

Will went to the cross brought it back to the floor Katie facing the ceiling. He reached over smiling at Katie and grabbed one of her boobs and squeezed. She screamed, Will let go, and then he undid all her ties. First her collar, then the ties that held her in place lastly he picked up the nipple clamps and walked over to the chest and placed them back where they belonged. While he was by the chest he reached in the plastic bag and got them all a bottle of water. Katie was still lying on the X, she had not been given any instructions and so she waited where she was last placed.

Will went over to Perry handed him a water and said "Come check out this cross Perry" Perry got up and they both walked over to Katie.

"Get up Katie, kneel here and drink up" While they all drank water Will ignored her completely while they all drank water and Perry admired the X and the mechanism that brought it down to ground level and turned it around on an axis.

"Will, I am going to have to borrow some of your ideas when this divorce is over, these are really nice pieces."

"Sure, I will give you the guy's name too; if you think of something you want built he can do it. Even some metal work, but his specialty is wood"

Will turned to Katie, "Come we are not done." Katie got up and followed behind Will to the throne, she could feel the heat coming from everywhere on her front side, but she had a feeling when he stopped at the throne what was next. She wanted to beg and plead, but instead remembering what Perry said took a deep breath and waited quietly. Will sat down and put the arms of the throne down so they were laying against the side of it, and looked at Katie.

"We have dealt with half of your body, your backside is completely untouched so lay down and get what you deserve."

"Yes Sir" Katie managed to get out while laying her sore tummy across his rough jeans. "Thank you Sir."

And the spanking began. First one ass cheek then the other then the inner thighs then the back of the thigh then above the ass and back to the ass. Katie was glad he had not asked her to count; she was not up to the task as she wailed under his powerful attentions. On her ass Will used his hand, he liked using his hand, but for her legs thighs and back he picked up a paddle he had put next to the throne. He wanted to make sure he got it all.

While spanking her ass, Will noticed her butt plug was still in, he had forgotten about it and this was the longest he had forced her to leave it in, but he was focused on the task at hand and decided that she should keep it in all night.

When Will was done, He told Katie to get off his lap and she did, kneeling in front of him and kissing his bare feet, through her tears and pain she thanked her master for reminding her to keep better time.

Will dismissed her. Told her to get ready for and go to bed without him, informing her that she would be sleeping on the floor in her room tonight as she did not deserve a bed, but she could have one cover and one pillow. Katie tossed and turned all night, the pain coming from all parts of her body, but she was content in the life she had chosen and knew that at 6:00 am she would be in Will's room under his covers waking him up in the manner he had grown accustomed to.

After Katie left Will turned to Perry "Care for some wine?" Perry was amiable "My place or yours?" and Will laughed.

"Lets go upstairs to mine." Perry said..."It is closer." And they laughed again, closing up The Room, which Katie would have to clean tomorrow in addition to her other chores.

Once they got settled in Perry's sitting room with some wine Will turned to Perry. "Perry you know me better than most, and I am new to the whole BDSM thing, was I out of line? I feel like maybe I went too far, was too angry."

Perry looked at Will. "You took that seminar at The Institute of Learning right? What would they say?"

Will leaned back in his chair. "You know I am not sure."

"Well did Katie use her safe word or gesture?"

"No"

"Does she have a safe word and gesture?"

"Yes."

"Then I don't think you went too far, and most importantly I don't think Katie does either."

"Would you have been that tough on boy?"

"I would have been tougher Will, and he would have taken it knowing he deserved it, just like Katie did, she did pretty good for not being used to that sort of discipline."

"Yeah, I know."

"And you guys both agreed to this lifestyle right? Let me tell you something about subs, Will, they like boundaries, and they need to be punished when those boundaries are crossed. If you are concerned for her mental well being talk to her tomorrow."

"Yeah, Thanks Perry, you know this punishing thing is really tiring. Who would have thought."

"I know its hard work being a good dom."

Will and Perry continued talking well into the night, Will reassured and enjoying the company of his friend.



Will & Kate: Perry Moves In



Chapter Four: Perry moves in

It was Saturday, Katie had just met Perry yesterday and he was moving in today. She was kind of excited. Will was so pleased with how she handled the introduction yesterday; he had her sleep with him. They had gone to bed early and had spent a long time enjoying each other with no games. Will told Katie that Saturday would be more of the same. She could get up when she wanted wear what she wanted, and relax with coffee and read the news in the morning.

Will said he just wanted to be a normal couple, no rules, no consequences, and no "Sir-ing" Katie had never had a leisure morning since had accepted her role as his property. She had plenty of quiet afternoons, but not mornings.

At 7:00am Katie stretched and started, trying to remember if she had overslept. Wondering why was she still in his bed, but he was not, and then she remembered, she smiled, thinking about Will and last night and how sweet he had been, How did she get so lucky? She loved Will.

Katie went into Will's closet to decide what to wear today. She picked some jeans she was surprised to find, and feeling brave she picked up one of Will's T-shirts. She smiled to herself; he did say she could wear what she wanted no consequences. She went to the kitchen to see if there was coffee, and there was. She poured herself a cup as Will walked up behind her, but his arms around her waist and greeted her with a kiss on the neck.

"Morning Sexy! Nice shirt."

Katie half expected him to order her to take it off, but he just looked at her with love and some lust in his eyes.

"Can I take care of you S-uh Will? I will, my love."

Will knew just what she meant, "Nah I took care of it in the shower. Today is just for us to be together and hang out while Perry moves in. I think we should do all eat together tonight, either I will cook or we will go out."

"umkay, Hey Will?"

"Yeah?"

"Why is Perry moving in? Do you know how long he is going to be here? I don't care, but just curious."

Will smiled. " I don't know how long, Perry likes the idea of my little room upstairs, but he is here while the terms of his very contentious divorce gets worked out."

"I thought Perry liked guys?"

"Oh he does, and has the whole time he was married, thus the divorce. His wife found out he did not go out golfing on Saturdays, and did not have to work late two nights a week. Only after ten years of marriage, but she figured it out." Will laughed.

"Huh, I am going to eat breakfast, what time is Perry coming?" Katie started to make her cereal and toast and eat standing in the kitchen.

"His stuff is coming around 8, Perry is coming around ten—the benefits of having a boy sub" Will laughed. "Katie, sit at the table and eat, please?" Katie threw him a questioning look. Sitting at the table was reserved for when he was sitting too and asked her to sit with him. "Look today is your day off, please, none of the rules apply."

Katie raised her eyebrows and before she could say it Will interrupted, "Except that you SHOULD still listen to me because I am a MAN and you are a mere women, but other than that. Will was smiling and his eyes were twinkling. Seriously Katie, no consequences, no rules, we are just a normal couple on a Saturday."

Katie laughed, it was an old tease from Will but she loved it. "Okay, okay, I will sit, jeez." She approached the table and her laptop was on it on and waiting for her, He knew she liked to check the news and putter around online. When Will finished he went to his favorite chair in the living room. Katie almost got up right away to follow him, but remembered she could sit and finish what she was doing.

Katie was excited to meet another sub, she hadn't yet. Her and Will were not a part of the "scene" they just had their own thing along with the plentiful amounts of porn, stories and stores online. Katie was feeling off, This was the first time she had had a "day off" so to speak and it was weird.

"Will, the play room has to be cleaned, it's Saturday."

"Katie! Stop!" Will took a deep breath, "Sweetie it will keep till Sunday or I will clean it as I show it to Perry, just relax, I don't require anything of you except for your presence, your company and your cute little ass on the furniture."

After she finished breakfast, Katie picked up her laptop off the table and moved to sit with Will, she paused next to him and hesitated, Will looked at her and patted his hand on the couch.

"Seriously you can sit." Will was smiling up at her. That was a change Katie was rarely looking down on Will. She sat next to him and snuggled up to him while they both turned their attention to their laptops.

Soon the bell rang and Katie jumped up "I wanna get it" she was already running for the door. She opened it fully clothed and briefly remembered opening the door, naked, for Perry yesterday. It seemed so long ago. Perry's sub stood in the entryway with a leather collar adorned by a bell on the one ring in the center, no shirt and jeans on.

"Hi I am Katie, Will's sub. What should I call you?"

Perry's sub stood there looking uncomfortable not saying anything, he glanced at the floor just as Will walked up behind Katie, "Follow me boy I will show you where you are putting the stuff. The door is open if you need anything I am downstairs in the living room okay?" The sub nodded and followed past Katie as Will turned around without checking to see if the boy followed.

Katie was a little hurt; she had been looking forward to making a friend who understood her lifestyle and desire to serve. With their masters being best friends shouldn't they at least be friendly? He had barely looked at her. She was bummed, as she sat back on the couch deflated.

Will came downstairs and saw her face he sat next to her and put his arm around her "Aw, what's wrong?"

"He didn't look at me or talk to me! He doesn't even know me, but I don't think he likes me."

"Honey, I don't think that is it okay?" Will knew that was not it, but it was not his place to explain, Boy was not his. He stroked her hair "Look Perry has his sub on a pretty tight leash, and today you are not on one" Will's smile was unmistakable and Katie pulled closer to him "So ask Perry, still call him Mister Jones, but ask him why Boy won't look at you or talk to you when he gets here okay? Boy belongs Perry, so he is the one who will know."

Katie sat on the couch she could hear the bell of Mister Jones' sub moving things in and out and would look out the archway into the entryway to get a look, but Will would still her and settle her with his hand.

"Be patient my love."

"I thought I was going to get a new friend, I didn't realize how much I was looking forward to meeting him until he just ignored me. Sigh."

Will laughed you do realize you don't have to say the word sigh right? It's an action you do, but I love that you say it."

Will and Katie were relaxing when they were startled by the doorbell. Will got up to get it as the boy's bell was ringing faster and boy hurried to the bottom of the stairs and knelt on the floor hands at his side, shoulders straight, head high. Will walked to the door and opened it.

"Hey, Perry! What's up? Katie is enjoying her day off so don't ask for too much from her today okay?" Boy is waiting for you at the end of the hall" Will turned to go back to Katie "Oh and Perry? Katie wants to talk to you" Will had a smile on his face.

"What?, Katie? Okay, Stay boy, be there in a minute." He followed Will in the living room.

"Hey, Katie! Day off, huh? You must have done something right!" Perry was smiling. "I understand you wanted to talk to me?"

Perry leaned against the archway in the living room fully away that boy was only three feet away and could hear every word.

"Mister Jones?" Perry was looking at Katie with his arms across his chest.

"Your sub does not like me and I was wondering why, Will said I should ask you since he is yours and you would know."

Perry's eyes were twinkling but he kept a straight face "Tell me what happened, Katie. Why do you think he doesn't like you?" and Katie did in detail. How he would not even acknowledge her, speak to her.

Perry's voice boomed in a very authoritative voice "Boy get in here!"

"OH NO! Please Mister Jones! I did not want to get him in trouble! Please I was just wondering!" Katie was pleading, and looking at boy as he came in, she missed the smile that crept up on Perry's face which he quickly controlled in5to a neutral look.

Boy knelt in front of Perry as he had in the entryway, arms at his side, looking straight ahead with perfect posture. Perry did not like bowed heads, he liked looking at the work of a man's body in good posture, in all its glory and then doing what he liked with it.

Perry sat for a minute looking at his boy and letting the silence linger. Finally he spoke quietly.

"Boy you may speak to everyone in this room freely. You will call my friend Master Will, and you will call his sub Katie. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir." He was allowed to call his master Mister Jones or Sir. Usually when not in public the boy had opted for Sir.

"Now did you refuse to acknowledge, look at or speak to Katie here?"

Boy looked very confused "But Sir?" Perry grabbed his pierced nipple, "This is a simple yes or no question and you will answer with one of those two words Now did you refuse to acknowledge, look at or speak to Katie?"

"Yes Sir" Boy looked on the verge of tears. The idea of disappointing his owner never sat well with him.

Perry burst into a big smile "Good boy come here" Boy looked very relieved and shuffled forward and Perry kissed him, "What a good boy! Was that hard for you?"

"Yes Sir, it was hard, I would like to be able to be Katie's friend." boy caught himself "But only if that pleases you, Sir" and he smiled as Perry twirled his fingers in his boys long hair.

Perry turned to Katie, who was looking at Will very confused and almost hurt, but she had been taught by Will to keep her silence longer and not be so impulsive, so even though she was bursting to ask what was going on, she held her peace.

"Katie I am sorry, of course you guys can be friends." at this Boy looked at Katie and gave her a big smile and snuggled closer to Perry pushing against his hand that was on his head.

"This is Boy's first time out with my friends, not strangers and I wanted to see how well he behaved, I told him he was to say nothing unless necessary and then only to Will, he was not to look at you or try to communicate with you in any way." Perry patted boy on his head "and he did so good!" Perry almost cooed, "I will have to think of a special reward for you." He turned back to Katie 

"It was not about you at all, he is very excited about you as well. I think maybe Will should show me that room upstairs and you two should get acquainted huh?"

Will nodded and Perry said "Boy, you can sit on the furniture, walk around the first floor, whatever with Katie and you guys can get acquainted. You tell her what you want, ask what you want, BUT while this is Katie's day off, it is not yours so this is only till I get back, by the time I reach the bottom stairs you better be at the archway in position. Then when I tell you, you may finish unloading the truck we need to return it today."

Will and Perry walked upstairs, while Katie turned to Perry, "Come on!" She said excitedly, "Let me show you around! Are you hungry? Thirsty? Ohh I am sooo glad Mister Jones said we can be friends!" Katie grabbed Boy by the hand and led him to the kitchen.

After finding some snacks, and something to drink they went back to the living room, Katie hesitated than sat on the couch, "come on sit with me!" "No Katie I can't this is not my house, and well I am comfortable on the floor."

"But you have permission!"

"I know Katie, but it's weird and the floor really is where I am comfortable, I swear!"

Katie shrugged her shoulders and joined him on the floor using the coffee table for their makeshift meal. Katie could tell that the boy was very uncomfortable so she tried to make small talk.

"So what's your name?"

"Boy"

"I know Mister Jones calls you boy, but what is your name?"

"I have been with Mister Jones for three years now, and I have never been called anything else, I do not think he would approve of me saying my name now."

"Is he strict? Mister Jones?"

"Umm I don't know, he is my first owner, he does not tolerate disobedience and he does not spoil me," boy gave Katie a sly glance and smiled. "but I love him, he is gentle and kind when I need it, strong, firm and demanding when I need it. Much like Master Will I am sure."

"Ahh you think me spoiled?" Katie laughed she was so happy to have someone to talk about her life with Will.

"You got the 'day off?', I have never heard of such a thing, I mean there are days Mister Jones does not require much of me, but it is hardly a day off, if I displease him I will still get in trouble. But you got the day off!" boy sounded incredulous.

Katie laughed "This is all new to Will, I asked him to control me. At first he was unsure, but he got the hang of it pretty quick, and I get the feeling Mister Jones can give him some pointers."

"Well Master Will already gave Mister Jones some pointers so yeah I think he has the hang of it."

Katie was curious "Wait what? What pointers?"

Boy looked embarrassed "Well we don't live together, it would be too much for Mister Jones right now, but yesterday evening after Mister Jones left here, he came over to the house he lets me live in and took the doors off the hinges to the bedroom and the master bathroom. He said 'I have nothing private from him'. I don't have anything private, but it is still weird to not have a door to the bedroom or bathroom. He said Will gave him the idea."

Katie cringed a little "Sorry about that when I was showing Mister Jones the house he commented on my room having no door then got really quiet, I did not know he was going to do that. Can I ask you something?" Boy nodded "So Mister Jones owns the house you live in?"

"Oh no a lot of his things are tied up in the divorce proceedings right now"

Katie was truly puzzled: "Then why did you say 'The house he lets me live in'?" 

"Because I belong to him so my things are at his disposal. If he told me to move and buy a house somewhere else I would. I think he would let me still have it in my name, since I owned this house before I met him but I would live in whatever house Mister Jones saw fit to let me live in."

Katie nodded her head she kind of understood. Picking up the now empty dishes she went into the kitchen, and boy followed her. Katie continued asking most of the questions, and boy answering, but he asked some and got to know his Master's friends better and thought perhaps he was on the way to making friends. Suddenly they both heard noise on the stairs and boy ran to resume position. He made it in good time since Perry had made extra noise on purpose so he did not have to punish his boy after he had been so good

"Stand" Boy stood and Perry caressed his face and gave him a loving kiss then said "You may go finish boy."



Will and Katie: Katie meets Perry



Katie locked the door after Will left, and turned, her mind racing. When was Perry supposed to come? What if he came in an hour and the house was a mess? She knew if that happened there would be a punishment, her ability to show herself an obedient submissive reflected on him. Well first things first, she walked around opening all the curtains on the first floor. She did this always, whatever floor she was on she opened all the curtains first, weather she was allowed clothing or not, she had not one time, and Will called and very firmly informed her he was watching the live video feed and wanted to know why they were not opened. Her punishment was to go to each window and masturbate for five minutes where anyone passing could see. They lived on a country road, but there were bird watchers around and she had no way of knowing if any of those binoculars were aimed at her. She had meant to open the curtains as she entered the room, but forgot, so now she did all the windows first it, was easier and more efficient.

She went to the kitchen and began to do the dishes by hand, it was easier and quicker in a way than the dishwasher, although they had one in case they had a big party. Then she cleaned the counters and threw away miscellaneous trash from the making of breakfast. Will was a neat cook, but liked to leave some things behind just to give her something to do. So thoughtful of him. All the while her mind was on Perry. What new thing was Will up to? He promised to never give her up and never to share her cunt or ass. Her mouth had been left up to Will, but so far he had not asked even that. She finished picking up the entire downstairs and since this was where she would entertain, walked through it all again. The vacuuming was done Tuesday and Thursday, dusting on Monday, bathrooms on Wednesday and since today was Friday it really just needed to be picked up. Dusting the library was what took up most of Monday, and as much as she loved books she was glad not to have to do it more than once a week.

The second story housed their area. At the top of the stairs to the right was The Room. It was just that 'The Room'. No name, no distinction, a person's mind and imagination can make something so much worse when it isn't given a name. It was where she was punished, rewarded, and pushed to the limit, but mostly it housed the toys, in a chest that was three feet high and five feet long. It had five locks on it, usually unlocked, but there if needed, and the door to the room was usually locked. 

There were hooks all over the walls, soundproofing had been put in, and ropes hung from the ceiling. There was no doubt what this room was for once you opened the door, The wooden cross on the back wall answered any lingering questions, as did the saw horse in the middle of the room. Facing the cross and the saw horse with its high back to the door was what could only be described as a Throne. 

The Throne was made of wood and had cushions on the seat. Will would sit here watching. Sometimes he was watching his latest trick tormenting her and sometimes he sat to give her a much needed break, while still being restrained, sometimes he needed the break to decide what was next, or if it was over. The arms of the chair were on hinges so they could be pulled up and out. Then they would fold down and lay against the side of the throne leaving it with no arms and making it a perfect spot for Will to pull Katie over his knee and give her a good spanking when needed. Will had that seat specially made, and when he sat in it he looked regal, and not to be trifled with. The room only got cleaned on Saturdays when Will was home. She was not allowed in by herself, and often cleaning led to other things. Then she would clean it again.

Straight from the stairs was Katie's room. She slept here when Will did not require her. The reason was not important sometimes he just needed a good night sleep and found it hard to get one with her there, but no matter where she slept she was still his alarm clock. Her bathroom was in the hallway and it was a normal full bath. Her room did not have a door, as there was no need for one. She was property, There was a daybed, a nightstand with a light and an alarm clock and what used to be a walk in closet. This had a door, but if she was in it, it was not closed. Here she kept any presents Will gave her. He had put in shelves so she had a place to put things he bought her. There were some books that were her favorites and she liked to have them nearby to read and re-read, stuffed animals, and just misc little gifts. The reason the closet had a door was so the room would always look like an empty guest room, absolutely clean. Dirty clothes (when she wore them) were taken to the washroom downstairs immediately. Not left where Will or guests could see/smell them. All of her clean clothes were in his room since she did not decide what she would wear so the only function this room served was to give her a place to sleep when not in Will's room, and a place to put the few things he allowed her to have.

To the left of her room, was the master suite sitting area, which had a door that led to the master bedroom and attached to the bedroom was the master bathroom. The sitting area was a living room, to entertain guests, or to read the paper, or just relax. The master bathroom had a bath tub on the left, a separate shower in front of it. On the back wall was two sinks and a vanity and on the right a jacuzzi. It was huge the area between the tub and the jacuzzi was big enough she could lay down and her feet would not touch the jacuzzi and her head would not touch the tub. The entire master suite was a place Katie only entered to clean, or to do her master's bidding otherwise her place was downstairs. If alone she could be on the couch, but if anyone else was in the house her place was on the floor. When she had no orders she could make herself comfortable, read a book or lay down, just so long as she was on the floor and responded quickly when orders were given. 

Katie walked from room to room picking up. Putting Will's dirty clothes in the hamper, in his enormous walk-in closet, making the beds, hers had not been slept in so it was just tidying up his area mostly. Picking up his bathroom products and putting them where they belong, wiping the counters. This house could have been put on the market and shown any day, that was how Will liked it. 

Just then the phone rang, It would be Will. Katie had some friends, but usually they used one of the many methods of communication a computer allowed. Katie rarely talked on the phone, as she did not like it, well unless it was Will. Katie's heart started to pound. "Yes, Will?" "Sir will do, I am alone, what are you doing?" Why does he ask that she wondered, he is looking at me on the live feed video right now. Sighing she answered:

"Cleaning Sir, I am in you bathroom standing on your very soft rug."

"Lay down, cunt toward the door and finger your pussy" Katie complied

"Do you like that soft rug against your naked body?"

"Yes Sir! May I cum?" she liked to ask in advance because it did not take much to push her over the edge.

"No! Man are greedy! This is for me, now put three fingers in and fuck yourself till I cum, put on a show like the slut you are and DO NOT CUM!"

"Yes Sir!, Katie did as she was told, using one hand to mash and pull on her boobs and tits, the other hand fucking her and soon she was having difficulty. She heard him on the other line getting close and finally his breathing was normal and he said.

"Keep cleaning slut see you tonight" and hung up.

Katie got up needing to be fucked, but she knew better than to try to get herself off without his knowledge. Even if she got away with it she would feel so guilty when he came home that she would tell on herself, and be punished. Sighing she climbed the stairs to the last floor. The third floor, had been designed as a guest living quarters. A living room, a sitting room, a study and a master bedroom, with a walk in closet and a big master bath, but not as grand as the second story one. There was also a half bath, and a small guest room. She rarely went up here except to dust and found that some books had been placed on one of the shelves in the study, a computer was on a side desk in the study and a T.V had been put in the living room. She made sure everything was neat and fluffed the pillows on the bed and went to the first floor to await Perry. 

Katie glanced at the clock in the first floor living room. It was eleven o'clock, and still no Perry, but the house was clean. Usually cleaning took longer, but Friday was always a light day. Usually she spent the afternoon in a long bath then wrapped up on the couch lost in a good book, but not today. Katie was too distracted to do much of anything due partly to nerves and partly due to the fire in her cunt. She walked to the kitchen for a snack. She wanted Chocolate, but Will had stopped buying it. Chocolate gave her migraines, but she would eat it anyway, so Will had put his foot down. It was her job to be ready for him anytime, and migraines did not allow her to do her duties so she was told to be a good girl and give up chocolate. But ohh the cravings, 

Katie looked on the refrigerator for a list of snacks: 1 piece of fruit, 1 bowl of honey nut cheerios, 1 serving of yogurt, 15 nuts, 1 snack bag of chips, or two pieces of toast w/butter. Katie laughed at how controlling it must look to anyone else, but she was so indecisive this was just Will's way of saying stop looking, here is what we have, yeah the portions were to help her maintain her weight, but also to keep her healthy, and energetic for him. She picked up an apple, a towel to sit on from a drawer in the kitchen and looked for her favorite book, Pride and Prejudice. Having read this book multiple times it was a good choice given how nervous she was. She looked for her favorite parts, trying to not look at the clock, as time went by. 

Twelve o'clock came and went and Katie thought about getting lunch, but wanted to wait a bit and see if Perry came. By twelve thirty she was hungry. She was confused, should she make herself lunch and just wait and see if Perry came? She could text Will and ask, but shouldn't she be able to figure this out herself? She walked to the kitchen, just as her phone made the noise for an incoming text. "Just talked to Perry go ahead and eat lunch he will be eating elsewhere" She smiled at how well he knew her, or maybe he saw her on the video feed going to the kitchen either way it helped her out of her quandary.

So she ate a sandwich, with spinach, sprouts, avocado, ham, and salt and pepper. Then went back to the couch, reading and waiting. . . and waiting and waiting. It seemed like the time just slowed down to a crawl. Usually the quiet afternoons to herself were a solace something she cherished, but her stomach was so wound up today. She was so nervous about who this Perry guy was and what was going to happen she could not really relax. She was starting to doze off when the front door bell rang and she jumped up looking at the clock, 2:00pm exactly. 

She ran to the door not wanting to keep Will's guest waiting and opened the door. Perry was gorgeous, well dressed and had and air of authority about him that she could sense right away. He was muscular and she just stood there looking at him, as Perry looked back at her, the fact she was naked washed over her and she lowered her head and blushed deep red.

"Oh sweetie, aren't you scrumptious?" Perry entered the entry way and circled around her showing with every step he knew he was in charge. "Mmmh Will always did have good taste. Too bad I prefer the boys, because honey you could change a man"

Perry was gay??!!! Why didn't Will just tell her that? she dared to look at him and he was a beautiful fit specimen of manhood. He was dressed in just Jeans and a dress shirt, but it looked as if the jeans were ironed and the shirt looked expensive.

Perry laughed looking at her 

"Will didn't tell you I was gay did he? Ah, he does like his games." "Come we are going to be living together we should get acquainted. Please show me around" His eyes were sparkling, but his voice was clearly authoritative. How should I address you?"

"K-k-katie, please, and uh what do I call you?" Katie was embarrassed and lowered her head. Not only had she failed to be the proper hostess, she did not know how to address him.

Perry put his hand on her chin and lifted her face up, "Its okay sweetie, Will said you would be nervous. Don't be embarrassed. You can call me Mister Jones, that is not my name but it is what my boy calls me. Now look me in the face, don't look down you are pretty and should not hide." 

Katie looked at Perry, he had nice blue eyes, he seemed nice, she tried to relax and squared her shoulders as Perry nodded and said "Now come show me the home you keep."

And Katie showed him around floor by floor, the library on the bottom level with a reading room well furnished off to the side, The kitchen, the downstairs area, Then up to the second floor. She felt odd showing him Will's room, but Will had said to do what Perry said, so she showed him. When she got to her room she felt even more exposed for some reason. This room was so impersonal, and that revealed so very much about their relationship. 

"Huh, no door?"

"No, Mister Jones, I have nothing private"

Perry seemed deep in thought as they were getting ready to go up the stairs when suddenly he noticed the unexplored area of the floor. "Katie, what's that room?"

Katie blushed deeply "that is The Room, Mister Jones, it is locked and I only go in it when Will is home." 

Perry had heard of 'The Room' and what went on, it was one of the reasons he was happy to stay here. He needed someplace to play with his boy too, but he enjoyed seeing Katie's embarrassment at having to talk about it. She looked so cute blushing.

" Oh Will simply must show me that when we have lots of time." Perry grinned and Katie continued to lead him up the stairs to his quarters, she showed him each room. Lastly she showed him his living room, then she turned to him

"Can I offer you any refreshments? We have tea: regular, herbal and iced, coffee, water, and cranberry juice. In addition we have some nice crackers, or store bought muffins I could offer you"

"Some afternoon tea sounds wonderful, regular please, no cream but a teaspoon of sugar, and nothing to eat thank you."

Katie was relieved at clear precise direction it made her feel useful, she could do those things. 

"Yes Mister Jones, Should I bring it up here?"

"Why don't you join me? lets have it downstairs in the living room and sit and talk." Perry turned to lead the way downstairs and Katie followed. 

When tea was served Katie knelt at the coffee table, facing Perry with her tea in front of her, while Perry was seated on the couch, he looked at her puzzled.

"Didn't I ask you to join me?" he asked

"Yes Mister Jones and I am" Katie said, thoroughly confused. Had she done something wrong?

"So why are you on the floor?"

"Oh" Katie gave a nervous laugh, "Will said you were familiar with our lifestyle, so I thought you would know, I don't sit on the furniture if there is someone in the house, only if I am home alone." 

Perry looked surprised. "But surely I am not a guest, I will be residing here, you can sit on the couch with me."

Katie smiled and shook her head " I am sorry Mister Jones, but Will is very firm about this, if he or anyone else is in the house for any reason I do not use furniture to sit on. If I am going to take a nap I may lie in my room on the bed, but that is the only exception."

Will had taken his lunch at two and informed the assistant he shared with one other person that after his lunch no one was to come in. He would take calls, but no visitors. He also informed her that he might be leaving early. The assistant looked at him as if he were a stranger. 

"Are you sick William?" He never left the office early, always at 6 pm on the dot and got in at 8 am. He assured her he was fine and just needed an bit of a longer weekend.

"Well good for you William you need it." with that everything was set for him to enjoy the show. 

Will watched and listened in his office on the live video feed, he watched Katie fumble through the introduction, then left the screen in the background volume off while she gave the tour, he knew what the house looked like. 

He finished up some urgent matters and told himself that the rest would still be there on Monday. Periodically he checked the screen and about 2:45 he saw them on their way downstairs and turned the volume back on. Will knew Katie was having a hard day between explaining why she was on the floor, getting the door naked, and not being allowed to cum. He felt almost cruel, yet she did it, just to make him happy, he reveled in what a gift that was. The moment Katie had realized Perry was gay was very funny, and worth the whole set up. 

Will turned off the screen and headed out of the office he thought he might catch Perry and reward his little strumpet Katie.

Katie did not hear the car pull up, the garage was separate from the house and she was listening to Perry tell another funny story. Perry was quite the conversationalist and she was not expecting Will for three more hours. She had been his for a year and he had never come home early, so when the door opened, Katie's eyes got big as saucers. 

A look of sheer panic swept across her face as she leaped up to get to the entryway and into position. Her heart was beating fast at the thought of how much trouble she was in, but also at the idea of disappointing Will.

He was in the entryway and she hit her knees faster than she thought was possible, the idea that they might be bruised barley had time to enter her mind, she bowed her head, and tried to still her breathing. She was expecting anger, disappointment, but instead she felt his hand pull back her hair and attach her collar and leash.

Instantly Katie was excited: he only put the collar and leash on when he was happy with her, but she was confused "Stand up my good little strumpet, you did very well today"

Surprise filled Katie, "Strumpet"? He only said that when he was happy, relaxed and content with her. She had done well? All the things she had done wrong flooded her mind: she had forgotten to invite Perry in, had failed to introduce herself and had to be asked to show him around instead of her offering. These had been eating at her all day, and now this, she was not expecting him to be loving and let her have the collar and leash.

"Sir? I did?" she rose from her knees hesitantly

"Yes my love, I did not tell you I was coming home, so I did not expect you to greet me, yet you tried. I love your eagerness. You did as I asked for my friend, even though I know how uncomfortable you were, well... his eyes sparkled at least till you found out he was gay." Will laughed "Come we are being rude our guest awaits" with that he tugged on the leash.

Katie hesitated staying where she was, Will turned around and looked at her questioningly, Katie took a deep breath.

"Please Sir, please before we go out there, I have to say I was not good today, I did not invite Perry in, I forgot to introduce myse...Katie was almost in tears, Will grabbed the back of her head and kissed her deeply and passionately.

"Hush!" Katie looked at him he pulled her close, put his arms around her and whispered in her ear all the while reassuring her with his strong hands.

"I was watching you and I was proud, okay? No more of this, you were great, what I asked was difficult and you were bloody brilliant." He gazed deep into her eyes: "My lovely little strumpet" he tugged on the leash again, and this time Katie blissfully followed him back to Perry content and proud that she had made Will happy.



Will and Katie: Katie's Morning



Katie woke up and looked at the time. 5a.m., perfect. She looked over at Will sound asleep, her Will, her Master, well that is what she called him in her head, he liked Will and when he was dominating her sexually he got used to being called Sir, but master was still not allowed, even if that was how she thought of him. He slept till 6 everyday so she got up, showered, made sure she was shaved everywhere, inserted her butt plug, dried her hair, started the coffee (which was the only thing she was allowed to do in the Kitchen, more for her safety and the safety of the house than anything) and came back to bed, at 5:45 she went under the sheets and found what she was looking for, it was not quite erect yet but she would change that. 

Through his boxer shorts she pulled out his penis and started giving him a blow job, she was his alarm clock and soon she felt him stirring. She went down with more earnest, licked his balls, licked the shaft from bottom to top and then put it in her mouth again back and forth nice and easy. Soon she felt his hand behind her head dictating the pace not rough or demanding just telling her what he needed and Katie was happy to oblige. 

"Oh fuck! slut, where do you want it? Quick!" Will was close.

"My tits please all over my tits" Will tilted her head back and shot his load right at her breasts. And leaned back "Oh man I love my alarm clock" she cleaned him up with her mouth without being told and laid down next to him, satisfied that he was satisfied. She loved the feeling of cum drying on her breasts knowing it was there, but no one else could tell, not like it mattered she stayed home anyway.

He looked over at the clock and got up to take a shower. He knew she wanted to stay the way she was.

"Where is your toy?"

Katie blushed, she knew he was talking about the dildo he had watched her use so many times, but she still got embarrassed, even though she always kept it close. She grabbed it out from under the pillow.

"Use it till I tell you to stop, cum as much as you can" Will went to the bathroom Oh man she loved this glass dildo with bumps all over. She put it in and pumped it up and down, legs wide open with her cunt facing the door so when Will came out drying his hair with a towel, he had a nice view. 

Standing there Will wanted nothing more than to jump her and fuck her but he had to go to work, and he still had to tell Katie about her day. He smiled thinking about his surprise and walked over took the toy, put it to her lips and put his fingers in her cunt. Katie took the toy from Will, and knowing what he wanted licked her own cum off the very wet dildo, and let her body respond to Will's touch.

"Cum, Slut!" and Katie did. She had already cum twice, but she could do it on command too. She was just always ready. Will held up his fingers to be cleaned, and Katie was enthusiastic. She loved doing whatever he wanted her to do. While he got dressed she sat on the bed naked, watching. Will turned and admired his property, finally he said

" Come on time for breakfast."

He had not given her any clothes so that meant another day home naked doing chores, with all the windows open. On days she was naked she was supposed to open all the curtains so people could see if the sun was not giving off a glare. She had noticed an increase in bird watching (people with binoculars and she told herself of course they were bird watching), but always she did as she was told. There was not a lot to see, she moved from room to room cleaning, bending, crouching, leaning over, sigh had these people never seen a naked women before?

In the kitchen Will made breakfast, Katie did not cook, and he really enjoyed cooking. She was there to keep him company and turned on. Meal time was always a question for Katie, sometimes she ate with him at the table, sometimes in the kitchen standing, sometimes on her knees next to him and he would feed her, so she waited and watched as Will put a second plate setting at the table. 

"Katie, come join me, I want to tell you about the surprise I have planned for you today."

Katie sat down with much trepidation, usually when he surprised her, it was with something outside her comfort zone and she was sure this time would be no different.

Will's eyes danced as he talked of every mundane thing he could think of during the meal. He ate and talked of work, news, the weather, all the while knowing that Katie was only half listening, more concentrated on what was to come. When he was finished he pushed his plate back and began.

"Katie I worry about you out here by yourself all day. Do you get bored?"

Wondering where this was going she had no choice but to answer.

"Yes, but I read, sleep, hang out on the computer with my friends after I clean,, that does keep me busy, and sometimes you have errands, I am good at entertaining myself, Will, you know I don't like to go out too much."

"Yes errands, I want you to do more of the shopping and stuff, but I know you hate to drive, on top of that I think you could use some human interaction during the day, so I have come up with a solution. My friend Perry needs a place to stay so I have asked him to take the third floor, and help around the house by doing the outside chores, and driving you around. He is coming today while I am at work to meet you and introduce himself."

Katie looked down at her very naked body floored. Will had said he would never share her, so what did this mean what about their lifestyle? She looked at Will and before she could ask he laughed.

"Don't worry I am not going to share you and you look fine to meet him. He knows about our lifestyle and has a sub of his own that lives in an apartment, Perry does not want a full time, live in situation. Trust me you will be fine."

"Please Sir, can't you come home and meet him with me? Please??" Katie begged, usually she was up for whatever Will wanted, but this was well terrifying, naked in front of a stranger, she had never had to do that.

Will face became unreadable "No Katie, you will do this for me and my friend. You will be a wonderful, gracious, hostess and do what he asks. He will not ask anything of you like I do, just be accommodating. In addition, while he is staying here you will still be responsible for cleaning the third floor and picking up after him, doing his laundry and whatever chores he asks, in return he will help me with things I need help with. No arguing" He caressed her face, "Trust me Katie" it was a command and a question all in one.

Katie lowered her head and rubbed his hand with her cheek "Yes Sir, I do Sir, but may I shower before Perry comes?"

Will laughed, "No sweetie leave it, are you wet? Of course you are, clear the table and bend over it."

Katie did as Will commanded and he fucked her pussy while playing with her butt plug, in and out his cock pumped and he moved the plug to the same rhythm. Katie was on the verge he could tell by the noises.

"Cum, Slut!" and she did and so did Will, deep inside Katie, when he pulled out, Katie turned around got on her knees and for the second time that day cleaned off his wonderful cock. 

Will zipped himself up and kissed Katie. "Call me after Perry leaves okay? If he is here around noon feed him a sandwich, and cucumber slices okay?"

After a good fucking Katie was always very submissive "Yes Sir, I will do as you ask" and he had no doubt she would.



Will & Lynn Celebrate the Birthday



Will felt his heart begin to pound as he realized what Lynn had just placed in his lap. With her mother and father seated across the table from them, Will felt the unmistakable rubbery crinkle of a wrapped condom in his hand. Certain that everyone could hear the same unmistakable sound, he placed it awkwardly under his leg in a movement that he was certain everyone recognized until he could come up with a better plan to ensure his survival.

He spent the rest of the meal trying to exist in two different realities, one with Lynn and her parents, the other with Lynn's confusing message. Or at least a message that confused Will, even though most men would probably have had no difficulty understanding her meaning.

Feeling like a pathetic magician, Will palmed the condom and moved it to his front pocket as the four of them exited the booth. Will was certain that Lynn's parents could hear and see the evidence in his front pocket of what he wasn't even doing to their daughter. Since Lynn's father was going to kill him, it seemed unfair to Will that he hadn't even gotten to commit the crime.

Back in Will's car, Lynn gave Will a sideways look and a demure smile. Will's heart was pounding again, not from fear, but with a combination of love and lust that still felt somewhat like fear. Lynn's dress hugged her curves in a way that seemed more erotic than if she were completely nude, although Will had to let his imagination guess about Lynn's nude body.

"Are you OK?" Will asked.

"Yes, this has been such a nice birthday. I love my family, but it's so nice to have a life away from them as well. I suppose you're wondering about the condom, though," said Lynn, looking forward.

Will realized that he couldn't safely drive and have this conversation. He pulled into a parking lot and stopped the car. "Lynn, is this really what you want to do? I don't want you to feel badly that you made a rash decision based on having a birthday, or anything like that," he whispered, since he was having trouble modulating his voice.

Lynn leaned over and began kissing Will passionately, holding him as tightly as she could across the distance between the two seats. She tongued him in a way that seemed to Will to be full of passion, but also innocence. "Can we at least go back to your place and talk about it?" asked Lynn.

Back in his apartment, they had locked in another one of their heated embraces as soon as they crossed the threshold. Lynn loved how Will could hold her and make her feel surrounded and protected, without seeming to be exerting any effort on his part. Will enjoyed the feel of Lynn's lithe but muscular back, feeling afraid to exercise his desire to move his hands down lower.

Breaking apart, they looked into each others eyes and said each others names nearly simultaneously. "Lynn, we don't..." started Will, but let himself be interrupted by his...girlfriend? Lover? Wife?

"Will, I want to satisfy you in every way. I don't want you to have to clean yourself up alone any more in the bathroom after you've been so sweet to me," said Lynn, embarrassing Will with her description of his frequent need to change clothes after coming in his pants at the end of one of their prolonged make-out sessions.

Will began repeating his speech about feeling badly, etc, which Lynn interrupted again. "Will, I trust you, really trust you, I didn't even know what that word meant until I met you. Do you trust me?" said Lynn, now losing her composure a little.

"Yes, I do. I can't believe you love me, and I don't want to do anything to ruin this," said Will, surprised that he could say this without losing his composure.

Lynn held her arms out to him and they again melted into a perfect form of love and protection. Will felt tears trying to come.

"Will, we know that we want to be together for a long time, probably forever, even though we don't know exactly what that means or what our lives will be like during that time. But I want to be your partner, and I love the fact that we have fully given ourselves to each other emotionally. It just feels natural and healthy that we should also give our bodies to each other fully," said Lynn.

Will felt his penis become immediately erect as it 'heard' Lynn's words while resting near her womb. For the first time, he felt comfortable letting her feel his prominence, knowing that there was no chance that she would feel worried or threatened.

They went to his bedroom, and stripped quickly to their underwear. Will salvaged the condom from his pocket, wondering where innocent little Lynn had acquired it. "I'm glad you brought this, because I don't actually have any," said Will, causing Lynn to start giggling.

Then they locked into the timeless embrace on his bed, Will's cock peeking through the flap of his boxers, pressed against the moist cotton of Lynn's panties as her legs wrapped around him. Foreplay seemed unnecessary, or perhaps the last several months of loving and learning about each other had been the foreplay.

In what felt like one of the hardest acts of his life, Will broke away from Lynn's flushed body, unhooked his boxers from his erection and dropped them to the floor, then opened the condom and rolled it down his rigid cock. Lynn leaned up on her side, watching with her mouth open, wiping a drip of saliva from her drooling mouth.

"Put it in me Will, right now, put it in me, right now," said Lynn, sounding like she was getting frantic.

Will moistened his fingers to massage and lubricate Lynn's precious channel, but found that the act was superfluous. Her pussy was blooming like a tropical flower, and gushing lubrication onto the bed. He guided his cock into her while she rested her hands on his shoulders. Realizing the ease at which she had been penetrated, she relaxed and began luxuriating in the new sensation of feeling her best friend, now her lover, locked into her eager pussy.

Even through the condom, Will couldn't believe how delicious Lynn's pussy felt. He did everything he could to give her the benefit of something resembling a healthy fucking, seeming to lose the struggle all too soon. If Lynn cared, she didn't show it. Instead, she seemed unusually relaxed and poised as she gazed into his eyes wordlessly.

"Do you have any more of these?" panted Will, as he removed the condom with its drooping load from his slightly detumesced penis.

"Of course, Sweetie, there's a whole box in my purse by the front door," said Lynn, sounding like a different person from the one Will knew. He smiled and brought her purse back into the bedroom.



Will and Lynn Share the Dream



"Pull down your panties!"

Lynn woke with a start, eyes open, but lying still. Will was lying nude on his side with his back to her. Now he made a strange laughing sound, paused, and twitched.

She realized he was dreaming, but his words had aroused her in two senses of the word. She wanted to let him sleep, but felt compelled to touch her lover, everywhere. She looked at the alarm clock. It was 4:30, he had to be up in half an hour anyway, she reasoned.

She gingerly reached around to his front and was surprised to find that he had an amazingly stiff, fully developed erection. At her touch, he began thrusting. Lynn helped him by licking her fingers and forming them into a tight ring for his cock to penetrate.

She questioned whether she should be doing this, but Will's body at least seemed to be enjoying it, and she loved the sensation of feeling his muscular buttocks pulsating against her stomach. She wished she had followed his command, as she no longer wanted to be wearing panties, but didn't want to let go of his rigid cock, fascinated by what was happening, not wanting to interrupt whatever was to come.

A few moments later, Will's body became very still, and his breathing paused. Softly, in case he was still sleeping, Lynn asked "Are you OK, honey?" She gently supported his erection with her hand, enjoying its weight, still marveling at its rigidity.

"Yeah, I was just having a strange dream," said Will, sounding completely awake now.

"I know, baby, it woke me up too, tell me about it," said Lynn.

Will rolled onto his back, his arms above his head, his erection unabating. Lynn pulled her sleep shirt off over her head and let it fall to the floor. She left her panties on, despite her desire to insert him into herself and ride his cock, knowing how much Will loved her panties. Instead, she straddled him, letting the soft warmth of her pantied crotch surround and massage her lover's erection.

"I can't remember it very well," lied Will. He struggled with the emotions the dream were causing him. In the dream, he had been dominating Lynn, saying and doing things to her that now made him feel ashamed.

"Well, you told me you loved me, which was really nice, but you also commanded me to pull down my panties, which was also really nice," said Lynn, her head tilted down, but her eyes looking up to Will with mischief. Will averted his gaze from hers as she ground her moistening crotch against his aching penis.

"It makes me feel bad, sometimes I feel bad even being a male from the things I see at work," said Will.

"Baby, it's OK, you don't have to tell me your dream, but you need to realize that you're a good person, and that it's safe for us to play any way we like, OK?" said Lynn, her soft voice drawing Will's eyes back to hers, then deeply into her soul. "You see a lot of the worst parts of sexual desire, but you and I are going to spend our lives exploring the good parts, OK? I love that your body is different than mine, and is stronger than mine, because you're mine, and together we're more than we could ever be alone."

"OK, that makes a lot of sense, thanks," said Will. He began rubbing his erection between Lynn's pantied labia, causing the cotton to shift and realign itself to her swelling sex.

"Will, I would love it if you would say those kinds of things to me, and do those kinds of things to me you were dreaming about," said Lynn. "Sometimes at work I can't stop thinking about your strong body dominating me, or having you bend me over my desk, telling me to pull my panties down...and giving me a nice spanking, boyfriend."

Will now moved his hands to the delicious globes of Lynn's ass, fondling handfuls of them, stretching and pulling at her pussy and asshole, making Lynn feel as if he owned her.

"Will, I'm your Fuck Doll, I will do anything you tell me," panted Lynn lustfully, as Will's fingers pulled the crotch of her panties aside and began rubbing and penetrating her pussy, tickling and pushing on her anus.

Will's other hand cupped Lynn's ass, then he almost involuntarily landed a cupped slap on one side of her ass. "Ooh!" cried Lynn in surprise. A wild look came over her, and she begged "Don't stop!"

"Is that what you need, baby, you need to have your ass spanked by your lover?" teased Will, as he landed several more slaps to her writhing backside.

Lynn's head buzzed, and the sensation moved down her spine to her pelvis, then back up again, making her drool involuntarily. "Fuck my pussy!" she pleaded.

Will pulled her panties aside, ran the head of his cock in between her labia, wetting it, prodded it against her anus, causing Lynn to gasp, then forcefully moved her off of him, onto her hands and knees, and began a relentless doggie style penetration of her swollen pussy.

Lynn's head hung low, as she felt herself being ravaged by Will's raging cock. He gently but firmly pulled her head up by her shoulder length hair, and she turned her lustful gazes directly into his eyes as he moved his cock in and out of her, tugging at her nearly virginal pussy with each stroke.

Will licked his middle finger and began prodding it against Lynn's anus. Enjoying the fantasy of being taken without choice, she screamed as Will moved his finger from side to side, spreading her backside open while continuing to relieve his desire to fill his partner with his sperm by ramming his rigid cock deeply inside Lynn over and over.

"I'm yours Will, use my body for your pleasure, for your desire!" pleaded Lynn.

Will tugged harder on Lynn's hair, pinched one of her nipples harder than he'd ever done before, and exploded inside her wide open vagina, then collapsed next to her. Looking up into her eyes, he deliberately panted: "Are you OK, was this OK? I love you." 

"I am definitely OK, Hot Thing. I love being your plaything, and I know that you'll return the favor someday," said Lynn with a smile. "I'd better clean you up so you don't get the bed so messy so early in the week," she said with a matter-of-fact voice as she began to clean Will's still erect penis with her tongue.

Will felt energized, and relieved, as if everything in the world was OK, feeling his supergood friend, his lover, and hopefully, his life partner, cleaning him with her tongue and mouth.

"OK lover, now you're ready to take a shower and go bring Order to Chaos, and protect the Weak from the Strong, then come home and continue your love affair with me," announced Lynn. She made her way to the shower, and Will worked diligently to make a permanent memory of her delicious backside moving away from him into the bathroom.



Will and Lynn Share the Friend



Lynn awoke from her dream and began caressing her thighs and breasts. Their curtains were open, and she gazed at the bright white stars against the blackest sky she'd seen for years. In her dream, a friend of hers from school was here at the hotel, and she'd been lovingly and yet vigorously fellating him in his room. 

He'd been moaning with pleasure, nearly crying, as she massaged and squeezed his leaking cock with her tongue, palate and throat. She could sense that he was straining to avoid being too rough with her as he cupped and pinched her breasts, and stroked and tugged at her hair. In her passion, she sought to take him over the edge of desire, to see what he was capable of doing to satisfy their lust for each other. 

Her dream had ended before any sort of satisfying conclusion had been reached, and now, in the logic of her waking and lustful brain, she realized that she HAD to wake Will up for a very important fucking session.

Playing with Will's body while he slept was one of Lynn's devilish pleasures. She enjoyed that fact that he was "hers" to fondle and play with as she wished. Molest, even. In her near dreaming state, she stroked his naked thighs and buttocks as he lay sleeping on his side, then moved to his front and picked up where her dream had left off, loving the feeling that she'd brought two penises to erection in quick succession with her silky mouth.

Lagging well behind his penis, Will's body slowly began to stir and Lynn stayed with him, straddling his legs, and reaching her fingers to sooth her swelling clitoris. She was torn between wanting to actually feel her beloved friend's cock explode in her mouth, versus feeling it stretch and fill her yearning pussy. As the result of 100,000 years of natural selection, her pussy won the debate and Lynn authoritatively inserted Will's rigid cock into herself and began riding it as deeply into her pelvis as possible, quickly satisfying herself, and Will as well.

Last to awaken, Will's mind finally decided to try to regain a sense of dignity for the day. "There's an interesting lecture today that you don't have to be an autistic neuroscientist to enjoy, you should go with me. If nothing else, it will give you a chance to mentally molest the smartest Jewish men in the world," he said.

"Mmmm. I love ogling men, especially Jewish men, except those Orthodox ones that don't want me to wear shorts. P.S. I think they love it when I wear shorts," said Lynn playfully. Will agreed while thinking about Lynn in her shorts and cupped her delicious ass with both hands.

At the lecture, they sat with Gabe, Will's longtime friend from college, whom Lynn had grown to love from interacting with him at the world tour of scientific meetings that she'd been on with Will. Afterwards, Will and Gabe remained in Science World, leaving Lynn feeling alone and frustrated in Fuck Me Now World. "Gentlemen, shall we adjourn ourselves to the secluded hot tub to continue this conversation," intoned Lynn, doing an amazing impression of a man. "Capital idea," returned Will.

In the tub with pina coladas in hand, Lynn allowed the boys to continue their discussion. She wasn't against the intellectual aspect of their lives, she just preferred that they engage in it while sitting nearly naked with her in a hot tub that mimicked a secluded tropical mountain waterfall. Now that she had gotten her wish, she enjoyed talking with them about the issues raised in the lecture. The way Gabe and Will listened and reflected on what she was saying, rather than use her comments as a socially acceptable way to engage in their own monologues made her feel very aroused.

At one point, she moved directly in front of Gabe to look him in the eyes and support herself by holding onto his shoulders to help convey her ideas. Gabe smiled, uncomfortable despite his friendship wth Lynn. He looked at Will, but saw no signs of stress or displeasure with the situation. Feeling that she'd made not just her point, but a better friend of Gabe, Lynn sat down next to him and put her arm around him lovingly.

"I love you fellas," concluded Lynn as she continued to nestle against Gabe's side. "I think we should go back to our room and take showers and think about dinner."

Gabe laughed nervously at this, but Lynn refused to act embarrassed. "I'm serious, Gabe, come back to our place, your room is on the other end of the hotel."

"She's right, Gabe, our room is right here," reassured Will. Lynn wrapped her arms around both of her men as they walked on either side of her back to the room.

Lynn ran the water in the shower stall. It was huge, and had two shower heads on the wall, and a waterfall showerhead on the ceiling. Helping Gabe navigate this unique social situation, Lynn entered the shower with her swimsuit on, and invited Gabe and Will to join her.

As the shower warmed their chilled bodies, Lynn pulled down the top of her suit, revealing her seemingly gravity defying breasts. Uncomfortable, Gabe turned towards a showerhead, but undaunted, Lynn approached his back with a handful of shower gel, and began lathering and massaging his back. "Guys, I don't know about this," opined Gabe the scientist.

Will stepped in to calm him. "Gabe, you deserve this, it's OK. I'm the one who doesn't deserve anything," he joked. To Lynn, neuroticism was eroticism, and she was relishing the opportunity to provide some brief fucking-focused psychotherapy to her two friends.

Lynn aimed her mouth up to Gabe's ear and said "Yes, sweetie, you DESERVE this. And I deserve this too. You've got a scrumptious body that is unfairly not currently touching mine," cooed Lynn in her best teasing voice. Will's cock ached and the sound of her words, and he could only imagine the effect they were having on Gabe. Actually, he didn't need to imagine, as Gabe now had an uncomfortable appearing erection being restrained by his swimsuit.

Lynn gently and respectfully stretched and pulled Gabe's swimsuit to untangle his penis, then let them drop with a splash to the floor. Rather than go right to his shaft, she began lathering his chest and arms. Gabe stretched his arms against the wall, closed his eyes, and let his head hang down.

"Sweetheart, I'll be on the bed," said Will as he left Lynn and Gabe in the shower.

Now Lynn brought her hands down to Gabe's penis, which was swollen and dangling. She enjoyed the sensation of washing and weighing his testicles in her hands. She took him by the hand and led him directly under the waterfall showerhead. He bent his head under the force of the water, and to provide a means to breathe. Lynn kneeled in front of him, keeping her head down not only to breathe, but to afford her access to Gabe's limp penis.

She lovingly started nuzzling the base of his shaft and his scrotum, squeezing with her fingers, staying away from his glans to give Gave some control over the situation. After a surprisingly short period of time, Gabe found the wherewithal to hold the back of Lynn's head and push his erection into her mouth. "Good for him," she thought as she began earnestly sucking on his cock to reassure him that he was Doing It Right.

After worrying that he was going to spill, Lynn stood and said: "This isn't enough, my sweet, I need you in my pussy." She oochied herself the rest of the way out of her swimsuit as Gabe's gaze locked onto the mesmerizing display of her hips freeing themselves. "Good for him," she thought again.

On the bed, as if in a trance, Gabe began passionately kissing and hugging Lynn, his erection catching and bouncing on her body. Soon, he flattened Lynn onto her back, and she prepared to be penetrated by Gabe's franticly thrusting cock. Instead, he began gently kissing and nuzzling the insides of her thighs, gently parting her legs. "VERY good for him," though Lynn.

Lynn quickly began gasping and crying out in pleasure as Gabe both gently and relentlessly fucked her with his mouth and tongue. She began an obscene litany, which was music to Will's ears as he enjoyed the way that Gabe sensitively and passionately made love to his lover.

Declaring herself to now be the most out of control person in the room, Lynn began panting, then demanded in a most unladylike way that Gabe penetrate her with his penis. Obediently, Gabe gently placed the leaking head of his cock within Lynn's wide open pussy, and began to gently ease it within the silkiness of her sex.

Lynn began instantly squeezing his cock before it gained full possession of her, delaying the process, but adding to her pleasure as she felt herself being taken by only the second man in her life. Gabe's penis was almost numb with pleasure, and he felt that he had reached a plateau that might allow him to service Lynn's needs for some time.

Wild with pleasure, Lynn used her leg to roll Gabe to his side, turning her back to Will, who had been patiently watching while stroking his own erection. "Will, baby, fuck my little ass with your sweet cock, OK baby?" panted Lynn.

Not as devoid of reason as Lynn had become, Will's scientific skepticism instantly identified a number of barriers to Lynn's request, though as a gentleman, he did not give voice to them. Instead, he pressed his penis against Lynn's gorgeous ass, the sight of which, along with her words, had caused his cock to become as rigid as he thought safely possible.

Lynn pushed back against him, now moaning and remarking on her satisfaction with the situation with increasing volume. Will pushed his glans against the ring of Lynn's anus, causing her to scream "Oh yes! Don't stop! I love it!"

At these words, it became clear that Gabe had finally exploded deep inside Lynn, but Lynn continued squeezing and thrusting against his cock. She now stopped her obscenity-laden stream of consciousness, appearing to be concentrating very hard on something. Will pushed harder on her anus, partially entering her, and Lynn screamed and shuddered as her orgasm consumed her, causing Will to ejaculate the small amount of semen that had managed to accumulate in the last few hours.

Will collapsed and closed his eyes, sensing that Gabe was motionless as well. 

"What are you guys going to feed me?" asked Lynn perkily.



Will and Lynn Share the New Year



"Will, it's too snowy for you to go home, you should just stay here with me."

Lynn and Will were sitting on Lynn's futon, arms around each other, watching a movie that Lynn had wanted to share with Will.

Will had already been having trouble concentrating on the movie, mainly because he found Lynn so much more interesting. Being in physical contact with her felt like a drug that heightened his senses, and left him aching for more when they were apart. He reflected on Lynn's pronouncement, which had simultaneously paralyzed his vocal cords and filled his abdomen with an electrical sensation that connected the prenatal and current location of his testes. Lynn seemed oblivious, focused on the enjoyment the movie was giving her.

The movie ended, leaving Will feeling sleepy and uncertain about how to behave. He realized that he hadn't been paying enough attention to the movie to talk about it, which left him feeling annoyed with himself and worried that Lynn would expose his inattention and be hurt or angry.

Instead, she gave Will a peck on his cheek and proceeded to flatten the futon frame. She arranged a large pillow at what became the head of the bed. Then she removed a soft down comforter from a cabinet and proceeded to use it to cover Will and arrange him on the bed. Too tired and confused to comment, Will felt his penis stir at having just been tucked in to bed by the woman of his fantasies.

"I love lying here and looking out this window on snowy nights," said Lynn, her head cuddled against Will's chest, his arm wrapped around her.

"This is so nice," Will answered in response.

"I love you, Will," said Lynn, her eyes closed, her hand gently but eagerly exploring Will's upper body, face, and hair.

"I really love you too, Lynn," he responded.

Feeling himself near sleep, he found himself engaging in a conversation with her that felt like a half-dream, half-conscious interaction. Without realizing the impetus, Will became aware of Lynn moving her delicious body on top of his as she passionately kissed him. His fear at having an erection so close to her body was launched into orbit by her hand tracing and molding it within his pants. "No," he blurted. Lynn retreated, feeling awkward.

"I don't know, it's too much," Will babbled.

Will sat up on the bed. "Sorry...I just need to understand where we're at, I guess," he said as his rational mind regained control.

Sensing Lynn's body stiffening, combined with her presumably mortified silence, he quickly tried to reassure her. "Lynn, I really love you, so much so soon after meeting you that I don't even want to tell you how much I love you because I'm afraid it will scare you and..." Lynn sat up and took his hand as he gazed into her eyes. "At the very least, I want to be a friend of yours forever, but I'm afraid that I'm putting myself in another position that's going to hurt me, like, that you love me too, but not the way I love you," he finished, feeling both relieved and miserable for having said this.

Looking down, Lynn said: "Will, this just feels right to me. I've never felt this good before. I want to be with you for as long as you want to be with me."

A long hug followed, then they began gently kissing as they lay down in each others' arms again. Their passionate attentions to each other seemed to be now occurring on a heightened level of communication.

Will introduced Lynn's hand to the impression his erection made through his pants. Lynn stroked it for awhile, then rose to her knees and looked longingly into Will's eyes. After an extended moment, she unzipped his pants and turned her full attention to 'her' penis. She marveled at the slipperiness of his precum, imagining how nice it must feel to Will having the glans of his penis given this slippery massage. Impulsively, she let her tongue begin to slide around the same path her fingers had taken.

"Ohhhh!" groaned Will. Lynn recoiled.

"Are you OK?" she asked.

"Yes, I just couldn't help it, you're going to make me come," said Will, as if it were a bad thing.

"OK," said Lynn, as she wrapped her mouth around the tip of Will's penis, her tongue continuing its ministrations in private. She was fascinated by the pulsations that rose through his shaft and into her mouth as he came, more quietly than she'd anticipated.

While Will recovered, Lynn stripped completely nude and placed her swollen pussy against his leg, gently pressing it into him as she lay on top of his warm body. Her breasts were swollen and flushed, and she couldn't stop thinking about impaling herself on Will's sweet cock.

"I want you, Sweetie, so bad," she panted into his ear.

"What about a condom?" asked Will. "Wait, I might have one in my wallet," he concluded.

Lynn reached down into the bed to find Will's pants, using the opportunity to swallow his entire wilting cock into her warm mouth, enjoying the ability to swirl it around with her tongue in its limp state. She found his wallet, holding it out of Will's reach, and began rummaging through it, finding a single condom in a side pocket. "Naughty boy," she observed.

A moment of concern entered Lynn's mind as she kneeled next to her soon to be lover. "Is this going to hurt, do you think?" she asked Will.

"If it does, just tell me," said Will, as he prepared to open the condom package. The thought of hurting Lynn, especially with his penis, now erased his newly formed erection. "Come here," he said, as he invited Lynn back under the comforter.

Now each of them were completely naked, and Lynn's genitals were slick with desire. Will palmed her warm mound in his hand, then gently let his middle finger slip within her heavenly place, causing Lynn to moan and thrust against him. The sound of her passion immediately restored his erection.

Instinctively, he spread her legs wide and began nuzzling and kissing her swollen labia and clitoris. "Don't stop, put it in me," implored Lynn.

Will unrolled the condom onto his penis, and brought Lynn's hand to it. She pulled it into herself, effortlessly, a wide grin appearing on her face as it was accomplished. Despite Lynn's concerns about her first penetration, she was so accommodating that Will wished he didn't have a condom on in order to better enjoy the inside of her delicious pussy against his cock.

The effects of Lynn's first fellatio helped Will allow her to have several minutes of ecstasy around his penis, but ultimately her sounds of pleasure caused him to erupt again, this time exhausting him completely.

Lynn looked at the clock as she cuddled Will's collapsed body. "Happy New Year, Lover," she whispered. 



Will and Lynn Solve the Problem



"Lynn, I wanted to ask you something," said Will, becoming more uncomfortable with every word. Usually, this was his favorite thing to do in the world, just sitting on his sofa with his new amazing friend.

Sensing his discomfort, Lynn felt herself become anxious in turn as she said uncomfortably, "What is it?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to go with me on an out of town trip, but I don't want you to feel any pressure, and I'm not trying to pressure you, or push you into something you don't feel comfortable with, it's just that I need to go to a meeting at a really nice place, and I know the timing is awkward, but I wanted to invite you, and I just feel like I have no choice but to ask you even though I know it's uncomfortable," said Will, apparently speaking to Lynn's bare knee that was peeking out from the bottom of a sleek sundress.

Lynn was already having a strange day, that now seemed to be getting completely away from her. She began to vividly recall the events of the day prior to getting to the mix of comfort and discomfort she felt on Will's sofa.

By 11 o'clock that morning, she had already been so consumed with desire for Will that she'd found her hand pushing and rubbing against her thighs and crotch under her desk at work. Finally, unable to think rationally, she'd felt as if some force compelled her to lock herself into the nursing room at work. Only one person in the office was nursing, and Lynn hoped she didn't need to pump now, since Lynn's pussy was now guiding her actions. She lay back in the dark on the cozy loveseat, and unzipped her pants to allow her fingers access to her moist panties. She sighed in relief as her fingers found their way to her clitoris, and she began rubbing herself in earnest, imagining herself nude, in turn being ravaged by a completely nude Will, when she heard the doorknob jiggle against it's locking mechanism. Her heart jumped and her stomach cringed. She thought about losing her job.

Now the knock came. "Is someone in here? I need to get in." It was Amber. Lynn looked at her breast pump kit on the table and felt ashamed and miserable. She pulled her pants up and opened the door.

"Lynn! What are you doing in here? Is there something you haven't told us?" joked Amber, trying to make light of the situation. Lynn began sobbing, and Amber immediately closed the door and took Lynn back to the loveseat.

"Sweetheart, what's the matter?" asked Amber, with maternal concern. Amber was in her thirties, and married to Dave, who was Will's residency director at the hospital.

"I met a doctor at the Memorial Day party at your house and we've been spending almost every evening together and I love him like I've never loved anyone else," sobbed Lynn.

"So what's wrong, Sweetie?" cooed Amber, her arm around Lynn's shoulders.

Lynn stopped crying and pronounced: "I'm just afraid I'll mess it up, or he'll get sick of me, or something." She stared at Amber's breast pump.

"Who is it?" asked Amber.

"His name's Will, he's finishing his first year," said Lynn.

"Oh my gosh, I know Will, Dave says he's one of their best residents. A good man. Dave has told me some really good things about him," said Amber encouragingly.

"I'm a virgin and I'm afraid to sleep with him and I want to sleep with him and I don't want him to think I'm a slut or a prude," blurted out Lynn, with some sense of relief.

Amber tilted her head against Lynn's and waited to see if there was more coming, but Lynn just kept staring at the breast pump in front of them.

"I've got a couple of thoughts. From what I've heard about Will, you just need to tell him what you've told me, plus anything else you want to tell him. No matter what, I know that he will treat you with respect and work hard to find a positive solution, no matter what it ends up being," said Amber softly into Lynn's ear. "Also, when I get done pumping, I think you need to come back in here relieve your stress manually." Now Lynn was able to smile, and she gave Amber a quick squeeze and left her to pump.

Thinking again about Amber's advice while sitting next to Will, Lynn blurted out "I've been really stressed out because I'm really, really interested in you and I don't want you to think it's only because you're a doctor or money or anything like that and I'm afraid you'll get tired of me or that I'll mess something up and you'll be disgusted with me, like you'll get frustrated because I won't sleep with you, or you'll think I'm just interested in sex if I sleep with you, or I'll scare you off by convincing you I'm crazy and will just mess up your life." She willed herself not to cry, not wanting Will to feel any more manipulated by her.

After a long pause, Will asked "Lynn, can I hold you?" She cuddled next to him, feeling his heavenly arms around her, and began sobbing for the umpteenth time that day.

As her sobs trailed off into sniffles, Will began speaking softly into her ear: "Lynn, I think you're an amazing person. I want to do anything I can to make this relationship work. I don't want to have sex until you do, no matter how long that is, but I also won't think badly of you if we were to make love tonight." At these words, Lynn began to feel lightheaded. If she'd been standing, she may have fainted. "I have to go to Scottsdale, and I'll be staying at an amazing hotel, and I want to share it with you because I've never met anyone like you and I want to spend as much time with you and share as much with you as possible."

More clearly and coherently, Lynn began speaking again. "I think part of what stresses me out is that I'm a virgin, and I love you so much that it scares me."

After another pause, Will said "This isn't just about sex, Lynn. I mean, I would love to make love to you, but that's only part of my interest in you," said Will solemnly. "And I would feel terrible if my lust for you made you feel bad, so just tell me how you're feeling, because I need to know so I can be the best friend possible to you, OK? Also, I think one good thing about this trip, is that it will give us a few days together without my job interfering."

Impulsively, Lynn asked "Will, can we please take off all our clothes and make love on your bed, please?"

Now it was Will's heart's turn to pound, and he felt his mouth become dry. "Well, yes, but I don't think I have any condoms, for one thing," he stammered.

"I think it's OK. My period's going to start in a few days, I think that might be part of why I'm so crazy," said Lynn.

"I don't think you're crazy, and that's a professional opinion," said Will as he stood and took her hand. "Would you like to take a nice hot shower together before we go to bed?" asked Will. Lynn simply looked up at him and nodded while staring into his eyes.

The white noise and warm steam from the showerhead relaxed them both, and they began silently stroking and washing each other's bodies. Will's erection had begun as soon as he saw Lynn's nude bottom, and was unremitting. He allowed himself to stare openly at her pert breasts, and Lynn felt herself get even hotter from being the object of Will's affection.

Afterwards, they lay on Will's bed, leisurely kissing and holding each other, feeling unrushed now that they had communicated their mutual desires to each other. After Will had spent some time manually stimulating Lynn, and her cheeks were flushed and her mouth gasping for more, Will gently began rubbing the leaking tip of his penis in between Lynn's slickened labia majora. With a gentle side to side motion, they opened widely, exposing her pouting labia minora, and her erect clitoris. Will was surprised at how easily his cock was essentially sucked fully into Lynn's hot passage, and she reflexively wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deeper inside her as he began gently thrusting in and out of her, certain he would come at any second, despite trying as hard as he could to last as long as possible.

"Stop! Something's wrong!" panted Lynn, sounding worried.

Will froze. "Are you OK? What happened?" he asked, feeling more scared than any patient emergency had made him feel all year.

Lynn felt beneath herself, looked at her hand, and exclaimed, "I'm bleeding!"

"Did I hurt you? Are you OK?" asked Will, his voice sounding panicked.

"No, it feels great, but I ruined your bed!" cried Lynn, covering her face.

"Lynn, we can wash the bed, it's normal to bleed at first intercourse, I'm just glad I didn't hurt you," said Will, his penis deflating, and a tear falling from his ear. He lay on top of her, holding her tightly and kissing the top of her head.

Lynn luxuriated in the warm feelings of love and acceptance Will instilled in her, then felt her pussy begin to insist on more fucking. "Will, can you get a towel for me to lie on and keep fucking me until your gorgeous cock explodes inside me?" said Lynn. Will felt as if he were suddenly in bed with a completely different person, and he immediately followed her command.

After just a minute or so of Lynn's obscene commands and commentary, Will lost his battle to hold his orgasm in check, and he cried out involuntarily as he felt the long awaited release. For the first time in his life, however, his erection didn't collapse at orgasm, and he still felt the urge to continue thrusting inside his lover's vagina. He continued, and was able to focus entirely on Lynn's needs, experimenting with ways to drive her crazy with his cock, either by cramming it as deeply inside her as it would go, pushing her cervix higher into her abdomen, or teasingly kissing and stroking her clitoris with his glans.

After nearly ten minutes of continuous banging, Lynn's words became indecipherable, and she began moaning and crying like an animal. Her hair was wet with sweat, and her breasts glistened as Will continued his relentless thrusting. Her cries rose in volume and ferocity, then her body shook and shuddered as her body melted into his. Will felt himself come again, then he collapsed next to her, his hand resting on her slick leg for comfort.

"I love you," panted Will.

"I love you too," said Lynn with a smile as she stared happily at the ceiling fan lazily spinning above them.



Will and Lynn Walk the Dog



Snuggle-icious trotted along the shifting waterline, smelling the salty smells of the ocean and the sand beneath it. He looked up to see where Lynn was. She and Will were walking barefoot arm-in-arm. He assumed they knew that she was pregnant, but how could you assume anything with people? They're so mysterious. They seemed oblivious to the right time to make babies, mating willy-nilly all the time, even when it was pointless.

Back at home, banished to his bed, Snuggle-icious considered that maybe they really didn't know she was pregnant, since they had locked themselves away in the bedroom for more pointless sex. She'd been pregnant for days, how could these people be so stupid? His love for Lynn washed away his doubts like a wave leaving perfectly smooth sand in its wake. He sighed heavily, then was fast asleep.

Will put his book down, gazing at Lynn as she continued to read in their cozy bed. He began rubbing her stomach, first over the comforter, then under but above her thin t-shirt. Waiting as long as he could stand without feeling like he was molesting her, he began rubbing her lower abdomen under her shirt, the laziness of his attentions masking his frantic lustful feelings.

As Lynn kept reading, Will moved his head to her stomach, and began fingering the delicate elastic at the top of her panties, enjoying the occasional peeks of Lynn's pubic hair this afforded him. He alternately cupped her mons pubis above and beneath the thin material of her panties, enjoying her warmth. Now that he was in possession of her most secret charms, he felt himself relax.

He slid her panties down past her knees. "What are you doing, Mister?" asked Lynn playfully, as she helped kick off her panties. At a loss for words, perhaps due to intoxication from her scent, Will began nuzzling and kissing her furry sex. He blew warm air with his kisses, relishing the sensation of feeling her labia begin to swell and part with desire. The process of developing an erection may be more photogenic, he thought, but to ignore the female half of the equation is to miss out on a much more subtle yet fascinating process.

He gently kissed the space between her labia majora, noting from her silence that Lynn had lost her chattiness as well. Effortlessly, her sex opened like a clam revealing its pearl, and Will began kissing, sucking, and licking in earnest. Lynn ran her hands through his hair, holding him to herself.

After several minutes of writhing like this together, Lynn declared, almost in a panic "I need you in my mouth!" Obediently, Will shifted his body to allow Lynn to suck on him. It was almost too much for Will, as he was feeling completely satisfied just feeling Lynn's happy body wriggle around his tongue. As Lynn hungrily swallowed his erection, he felt her shudder around his head and moan around his penis as she came.

Will ceased his oral ministrations, but continued to fondle and pat Lynn's buttocks as she continued to go to town on his penis. He felt himself start to lose control, then felt a bolt of fear strike him, and he pulled himself out of her mouth.

"What's wrong?" asked Lynn.

"I was about to come, and I didn't know if you wanted me..." stammered Will. He covered his face in shame.

"Oh, Will, come here, My Sweet." She pulled his face to hers and looked him in the eyes, even though he could not return her gaze and tears were beginning to fall from his eyes. "Will. Will. Listen to me. I want you to come in my mouth." Will cringed at the graphic request. "I love you and I want to feel and taste your creaminess every chance we get, OK? OK?"

"OK, I love you too," said Will softly. "A lot."

"Yeah, yeah, me too, now where were we?" joked Lynn as she playfully returned her mouth to Will's limp penis. 

"Will, honey," she faux-called up to him, "I'm going to suck on your cock until you explode in my mouth, OK hon?"

Will giggled and make a snorky congested sound as his tears ended. Lynn quickly reinflated his penis, casting loving glances up to him, as he gazed back with a mix of love and awe at the sight of her devouring his yearning penis.

A short time later, Will commented "I'm coming."

"Good," pronounced Lynn as she briefly popped off his cock, then began sucking and milking in earnest. Will let out an almost painful sounding "OH!" as his penis jerked and spasmed in Lynn's small hand, her mouth relishing the sudden gush of semen. She continued to milk and lick the tip of his penis like an ice cream cone as she looked up mischievously at Will, a little smile on her lips (along with a little semen).

She rose to embrace Will, gave him a kiss on his cheek, and softly announced to him: "I love you Will. You make me very happy. You take such good care of me and I'm so glad you're going to be mine forever."

A new tear leaked from Will's eye. He nodded to prevent himself from crying, and settled for saying "Me too."

Lynn located her panties and slid them back up over her hips, the sight making Will yearn for more, a desire that only grew as he watched her walk to the door. She opened it and called out "Snuggle-icious!"

A loud snort, quickly followed by the jinglejinglejingle of Snuggle-icous's collar filled the apartment as he trotted up the stairs to the bedroom. His tail wagging down low, he sniffed and licked Lynn's leg, greeted Will, then accepted Lynn's invitation to snuggle on the Big Bed. The happy smells from Lynn and Will calmed his stomach. "Silly people," he thought, as he fell back asleep to the sound of pages turning.



Will and Lynn Watch the Storm



A crack and rumble of thunder woke Will from a sound sleep. He rolled towards Lynn, but didn't find her. He spread his arms, anticipating her return from the bathroom and the opportunity to cuddle with her. The next flash of lightning and snap of thunder fully woke him, and he realized Lynn wasn't in the bathroom, either.

Will opened the bedroom door and called downstairs "Lynn? Are you OK?" with worry in his voice.

"Yes, Baby, I'm just watching the storm and didn't want to wake you up," said Lynn softly from the bottom of the stairs.

Will padded down the stairs and wrapped his arms and legs around Lynn. "Why didn't you just open the shutters in the bedroom?"

"I wanted you to sleep. I feel bad seeing you so exhausted from work," said Lynn, her soft voice working its way to the deepest parts of Will's brain.

They sat together enjoying each other's bodies and the storm, Will's eyes drooping between flashes of lightning. Will enjoyed the comforting smell of Lynn's hair and skin. He rested his nose and chin behind her ear, against her warm neck. Lynn nuzzled her mouth and nose against his rounded bicep, feeling like a baby rooting.

The storm continued to impress them with a light and sound show that seemed created just for them. A particularly vivid branching bolt of lightning immediately followed by a gut thumping concussion woke Will from his dozing state. "Wow!" they exclaimed simultaneously.

Lynn opened her mouth and began gently chewing and sucking on Will's arm, occasionally running her tongue lasciviously across his skin. Will's penis stirred, and he tightened his legs around Lynn's hips, and was rewarded by feeling the small of her back pressing against his stiffening penis. Lynn made a happy moan and ran her hands down his legs, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by her lover.

Will used his free hand to gently run his knuckles under and around Lynn's breasts, rubbing the soft fabric of her threadbare sleeping shirt across her nipples. He listened to her exhale forcefully in response to his fondling, loving that he was communicating his deepest desires to the deepest parts of her brain. Her teeth closed tighter onto his bicep. Playfully, he tightened it to oppose her bite.

He moved his hand to her inner thigh, feeling the warm fabric of her sweatpants. He moved his hand towards the top of her thigh, feeling the heat from her vagina emanating through her panties and sweatpants, beckoning to him.

He cupped her sex through her sweatpants. He could feel that she was already becoming swollen and wet. He continued to tease her by running his hands over her thighs and pussy, but only above her clothing. Their bodies were melded tightly together, and he was aware that his cock was already starting to leak in response to sensation of Lynn's back gently moving and writhing against him.

"Let's keep watching upstairs," said Will. He gently pulled and pushed Lynn's slightly reluctant body up the stairs. Once Will's body left hers, Lynn gained momentum and started climbing the stairs. Will enjoyed the view of her graceful ascent. Disinhibited by fatigue and lust, he reached his hand out and cupped her rounded ass as she climbed, feeling the sensual roll and sway while his eyes enjoyed the same.

In their bedroom, Will opened the shutters and windows, filling the room with clean, charged air, and crisp sounds of thunder. Lynn lay on her side on the bed, looking out the window. Will stripped off his boxers and cuddled behind her. He thrust his leaking cock against her writhing backside, enjoying the sensation of his cock pressing against the fabric of her sweatpants, seeking comfort in penetration.

The storm intensified, occasionally blinding them, or startling them with the volume of thunder. Car alarms chirped and cried. Will ran his hands under Lynn's shirt and began to fondle Lynn's breasts, pinching and tugging at her erect nipples, releasing moans of pleasure and frustration from Lynn.

She began tugging ineffectively at her sweatpants, and he mercifully began to help her slide them down. He settled for leaving them at midthigh, then began fondling and probing her backside and crotch in earnest. Her pussy was slick and parted, and she thrust her clitoris against him whenever it felt the proximity of his hand. Her sweatpants and panties restricted her movement, leaving her feeling bound and at her lover's mercy.

"Fuck Her Will, please," murmured Lynn. "Please put your sweet cock inside Her and fuck Her."

Will spread a bit of his saliva over and around the glans of his penis, feeling it mix with his precome. He teased her, only a little, as he faux fumbled and hesitated at penetrating her. She pressed herself against him, ending the game, but beginning their fucking in earnest.

Her vagina opened wide to accommodate him, and their bodies locked together with machine-like efficiency. Will began pounding himself forcefully into Lynn, feeling himself tickling and prodding her hard cervix. Lynn reached behind herself to feel Will's thrusting buttocks ravaging her.

Lynn felt herself becoming wild with abandon as her crisis loomed. Unfiltered, she opened her mouth and the words "She wants you to kiss and lick her" came out.

Immediately, Will left her pussy and rolled Lynn onto her back, spreading her legs widely. He ravenously attacked her wide open sex, kissing and licking her relentlessly, relishing the silky sensations against his lips and tongue. Lynn felt her mind become overwhelmed with sensation between the teasing, the fucking, the lighting, and the thunder. She turned her head towards the window to see another amazing branching electric tree of lightning 3 miles high spread across the sky. If she made a sound when she came, it was absorbed by the thunder.

Will, deafened by the thunder, was still aware of Lynn's orgasm from the lovely shaking and shuddering her body had made. "Lynn, can I fill your pussy with my come?" he pleaded.

Lynn silently brought her knees to her chest in silent invitation. Will had to gently reinsert himself and stretch Lynn again to allow himself full entry into her heavenly place. As she resized herself yet again to his needs, he jerked and spilled his semen into her.

The storm rolled away, and they fell into a deep sleep next to each other. 



Will and Lynn's Dinner Date



Will hungrily dove into the delicious Chinese food, amazed at how good it felt to eat. He hadn't eaten all day, unless Mylanta and Tylenol pilfered from the nursing station could be counted as a meal, and the sensation of eating now was bordering on orgasmic. Or maybe it was because he was sharing his sofa with the beautiful woman who had brought him this feast.

Despite being so tired for so long that he couldn't remember what it felt like to be fully alert, he'd gotten his second wind earlier this evening when he received Lynn's text asking if he was still able to have dinner tonight. He had already been on his way out of the hospital, just about to call her, when her carefully worded message had come through. In contrast to the typical text that seemed designed primarily to convince the recipient of the sender's intellectual disability, the words seemed chosen to not sound demanding, or needy, or to leave any concern that the sender would be disappointed if dinner didn't work out tonight. On the contrary, Will had been working steadily all day, foregoing breaks and meals to ensure that he could honor his dinner invitation to Lynn.

He'd had to endure a pointless conversation with an attending who had engaged him outside of the hospital on his way to the train station, feeling almost physical pain at having to choose words to speak while sounding cheerful and attentive. When he finally had enough privacy among strangers, he'd relished the sound of Lynn's voice over the phone as they'd arranged for her to meet him at his apartment with the food. Just talking to her about food had felt pornographic, as his desire for her and his desire to eat merged in his mind. 

Compared to Will, Lynn seemed engaged in some activity other than eating, the contents of her carryout container barely shifting from the movements of her chopsticks. Will suddenly felt self-conscious. "Sorry, I'm making a pig of myself, but it just feels so good to eat. I think I need a beer, would you like one, or some water, or I have some Cane Cola."

"Just some water would be nice," said Lynn, trying to choose the most ladylike choice. She frequently found herself struggling to behave the way she thought Will expected her to, then chastising herself for assuming she knew what Will expected her to do. It was confusing. "Or maybe a beer." She wasn't sure if she'd heard him, so she went into the kitchen.

"Or what kind of beer do you have?" she asked, as if she knew or cared how to intelligently converse about beer. Will was equally uncomfortable, and her question set him into a more formal conversation about beer. They both recognized this and felt uneasy, and as Will took the two uncapped bottles back into the living room, Will thought "I should've offered her a glass." Another awkward exchange began around a topic that neither of them wished to discuss as they held a self-conscious exchange about the need or desire for a glass for Lynn's beer. Will sat on the sofa, feeling uncomfortable and annoyed with himself.

Lynn asked Will about his day, and this gave him the opportunity to relax and tell her what he really thought about medicine, not what he thought people wanted him to say when they asked about his job. Now Will was feeling more comfortable again. He loved the way that he and Lynn could talk so meaningfully about their lives.

They had finished their meal, and had sat back in the sofa in each others' arms the way they had several times now, usually while watching a movie. This time, there was nothing else to look at. Their eyes were cast towards their laps. Will turned his head towards Lynn, still looking down. Lynn was wearing a gorgeous tank top, with no bra. He was aware of the beauty of her breasts, but felt uncomfortable staring. Instead, he began nuzzling her neck, turning the act of affection into a small kiss behind her ear. Lynn turned her head towards him, and their lips found each other for the first time.

The kiss quickly turned passionate, interrupted only when Will broke away to pant "Is this OK?"

"Yes," answered Lynn, and she ran her hands through his hair to reassure him.

She moved to straddle him, and one strap of her tank top fell off her shoulder, further teasing Will with the promise of her delicious breasts. He moved his hand over the material of her top, and gently squeezed and massaged her breast underneath. Anticipating his discomfort, Lynn preempted him by looking him in his eyes with a passionate look and imploring him to "Don't stop."

Will now had to shift to accommodate his erection within his pants. Lynn stayed glued to him like a baby orangutan refusing to be put down, placing her pelvis atop his warm erection. Will moved his hands to the miraculous globes of her buttocks, massaging them through her small, thin shorts. He could sense her labia swelling and softening around his erection as Lynn's face began to blush, and her breath came faster.

They resumed their passionate kissing, and Lynn's shorts seemed to be less and less effective at preserving her modesty as Will continued to massage her scrumptious ass, holding handfuls as if he were picking a ripe peach. His fingers found the wetness of her panties, and he was drawn further to that heavenly place.

Will continued to probe and massage Lynn's labia through the slickened gusset of her panties. "Is this too much?" 

But Lynn didn't answer. She had just had the most amazing orgasm of her life at the tip of Will's fingers.



Will and Lynn's Present



My dearest Lynn:

In a world full of seemingly pointless suffering, I wish we could have the opportunity to enjoy every kind of pleasure together in this short life.

I wish we could share warmth together, and skin to skin contact. Touches that are simultaneously lusty and innocent in our heated desire to explore all the pleasures of each other's bodies.

I love thinking about our high school selves beginning a life of loving each other together. I love to think about talking in each other's arms, or holding each other while watching movies, trying to learn about life.

This summer, I was surprised, maybe shocked, at the immediate effect that your presence and slightest touches had on my penis. I'd just assumed that my anxiety and fear about us, along with social embarrassment and old age, would prevent such a situation from happening in person. Otherwise, I'd known for a long time that your voice and typed words could have powerful effects on my nervous system.

From time to time, my brain thinks about the idea of our spouses confronting us in a positive manner about our love for each other.

Since it's your husband I know the least about, he's the one that leads the conversation, speaking for himself and my wife in saying that they are not hurt or angered by catching us repeatedly in close contact. They point out that it's not hard to tell how much you and I care about each other, and that there's also so much innocence about us.

"Will, I know my wife, and I know that she loves you at the same time that she loves me," your husband says as I feel myself overcome with the surrealness of the situation, as if we've all stepped out of the world into a smaller shared reality. "I want her to be happy," he concludes.

Now my wife says "I know you love me and will never stop loving me, and will never leave me. That's been an amazing thing to experience. I want you and Lynn to have some time to communicate your love to each other."

"We do communicate with each other, nearly every day by email," I say.

"I know, but you're being super logical about this, and you're forgetting about how important physical touch is to you," she says.

I see you, listening, but quiet, maybe having the same feelings of unreality that I'm having. I can't stop looking at your eyes.

I begin one argument, then another, in my mind, but remain silent. A tear of relief, or frustration, appears as I feel the love and caring around us, and recognize that I'm in the uncomfortable position of having people care for me.

"We're going to take the kids out for a big adventure this afternoon, then why don't you guys meet us somewhere for dinner?" says your husband. I watch him tenderly bid you farewell, loving the feeling it gives me to see him caring for you.

As we close the door on their departure, you turn and look at me, then wrap your arms around my neck and begin kissing me passionately.

My rational doubts leave me, and I'm consumed by feelings of relief at finally having your mouth on mine. We quickly learn how our mouths fit together, and continue for a full minute.

"Mmmm. I've wanted to do that for so long," you say softly.

You take me by the hand, and lead me to the opened sofa sleeper in the living room. You sit down on the edge, and I join you, and this time I initiate the kissing.

With my ardor renewed, I move you onto your back and cover you fully with my body, careful not to press too firmly on you, but also careful to let my erection make itself known to you.

"I want to touch it," you say with urgency.

I roll onto my back, and begin disrobing. You've assumed responsibility for my pants, and seem quite buried in your work, so I focus on pulling my shirt off, enjoying the innocent feeling of giving myself to you fully.

Given your urgency, I'm afraid you're going to attack me with too much vigor, but I quickly realize that I've underestimated you. Despite drooling with desire, you slowly let my penis know what's in store for him, beginning with gentle touches to the rigid shaft, causing it to pulse and twitch. You commence with soft blowing kisses on the shaft, then allow your nose and cheeks to gently brush my already leaking glans.

As your beautiful mouth envelops me, I let out a cry that sounds pained, but you know to ignore it and continue your enjoyment of my hard cock at your disposal.

"Lynn, I'm afraid you're going to make me come, really fast," I pant.

"So?" you reply playfully, then take me into the back of your throat.

I close my eyes and moan with my release, but see you in my mind as you suck deliberately on my cock as I explode in your mouth.

With no interest in postcoital lounging, I push you onto your back and raise your sundress above your hips. Without pause, I begin gently kissing your thighs and belly, using my hand to introduce your most secret charms to their impending task.

You need no introduction, though, as I can tell that your pussy is in full bloom underneath your panties. Using my tongue, I begin outlining your sex lips through your panties, almost like painting with water colors.

You open your legs widely to invite and encourage me to continue. I close them, almost roughly, as I pull your panties down until they dangle from one ankle.

I push your thighs apart and begin planting passionate kisses on your vulva, then continue to sucking and licking your inner labia, feeling for what your body wants me to do. I feel your hands on my head, pushing me harder into you, and I know that I'm on the right track. You shudder and cry as you come. As your body becomes limp, I remove my mouth from you and cradle my head in your armpit, enjoying my proximity to your breast, still hidden in your dress. You try weakly to pull the blanket over you, and I help you cover ourselves, then return my head to your shoulder, your arm around me as if you're cuddling a teddy bear.

Your ever-loving Will



Will and Rene's First Time



Rene and Will:

Discovery

The Erotic Reminisce of Two Lovers, Many Years Later

Rene

I graduated from a fairly large high school in the Midwest. I was in the top 5% of my class – earned several scholarships and darn-near every academic award available. Unfortunately, my high school did not prepare me for chemistry, math and engineering classes at the college level, despite the fact that I took engineering college prep courses. In fact, I barely made it through my first quarter. I was beginning to doubt that I belonged in college. I was no longer a straight-A student. At least I was making the adjustment to college life, beginning to develop study habits, and getting along with my roommates. In addition to math, which was getting really hard for me, and chemistry, which may as well have been Greek, I had a couple of engineering classes. A few classes were actually taught by tenured professors, but most were taught by young Grad students who didn’t speak English. So I walked into my new class and was surprised to find it taught by a Grad Student who was different from the other Teaching Assistants I had seen, and bonus – English was his first language. This is how we met. Because of your full blonde beard, you resembled a thin version of Grizzly Adams. But you also had an air of confidence that got my attention right away. Your blue eyes sparkled as you joked with the “cool kids” in class, and you always looked relaxed and confident, fully self-assured. With all the self-doubt I was feeling, at first I found your demeanor quite intimidating. And blue eyes and blonde hair! Clearly you were used to getting anything you wanted. You were probably one of the “cool kids” yourself. An unprepared, inexperienced shy girl like myself couldn’t hope to get your attention. I just hoped I wouldn’t run into trouble in class. I didn’t want to go to you for help. I was afraid you would just ridicule me. 

But then the disadvantage of inadequate college preparation in high school caught up with me. This class was tough. I really had to study hard to keep up. So many quizzes! I thought you gave quizzes just to feel superior to us lowly students, or to torture us.  OK, so I didn’t do too well on those quizzes. I knew I had to talk to you or risk failing. But I was so afraid you would think I was an idiot.  So I decided to study really hard to pull up my grade and avoid having to tell you how lost I was in class.

I showed up to class a few minutes early, all ready for the next quiz. I was totally prepared for this one. I was really getting the hang of this studying thing. Never really had to do it in high school. But no problem – I studied for this one. I wanted to show that I could keep up. I wished you would hurry up and get there with that quiz. And then you walked in.  Oh…My…God! I couldn’t believe it was you! You SHAVED OFF your beard! Wow! Goodbye, Grizzly Adams – Hello Manly. (I grew up on “Little House on the Prairie”. I thought I was Laura Engalls, being the middle child and all. She fell madly for her teacher’s brother Almonzo Wilder, whom she referred to as “Manly”. All I could think of for the rest of that class was the episode when Laura met Manly. Unfortunately, there were no “Little House on the Prairie” questions on the quiz.) I struggled for twenty minutes with the first question: “Name:”. I remember thinking, “That’s funny, I’m pretty sure I had a name when I walked in here.” I think I got most of it down before the quiz ended, but I can’t be certain of that. The thing I am certain of is that I failed that quiz. How could I be expected to remember anything, including my name, when I was so preoccupied with wondering how it would feel to touch your smooth face, with those incredible cheek bones? 

The strangest part is that you actually looked good in that beard, but now without it – Wow! My ability to concentrate was shattered. But now, I wanted to go to your open office hours for help, or at least to get a closer look. So I did show up, and you were so kind. I am certain you could tell that I was having trouble – both academically and socially. Your voice was soft and reassuring. You patiently went over the material again, showing examples so that I would understand. But standing there in your office, right next to you, I could feel your warm breath as you spoke, and I watched your gorgeous blue eyes dance as you illustrated another example to explain the material. To this day, I have no recollection of anything you tried to teach me in that room, but I sure remember your eyes, that radiant, self-confident smile, and the caring tone of your voice. And of course, I’ll always remember the tingling in the air. 

Well, it seems my condition worsened. Not only was I having trouble learning the course material, now I had forgotten how to breathe. I stopped by your office frequently, really hoping that somehow I’d instantly understand the material, and could avoid the painful embarrassment of being so awkward in front of you. And now I was certain you could tell how I felt, because I could not control my breathing or facial expressions. I was sure you could hear my heart beating from the hallway in front of your office while I waited for my turn to see you. But you were terrific about it! You continued to be patient and found numerous ways to help me follow the material. But really, if you had been able to turn off that radiant charm, I might have been able to get my concentration back, at least momentarily!

Naturally, I had mixed feelings about the final exam. I wanted to prove I understood what you were teaching, but the truth is I wasn’t sure I did. From the minute you walked into the class that fateful day, everything, including my ability to learn, froze. Time simply stood still. Then came time for the exam, and I wanted to do well, but I also knew it would mean I would no longer be in your class! I briefly contemplated the possibility that I’d fail, and we could have another quarter to get to know each other. Then I realized that wasn’t an option, as you would likely figure I wasn’t capable of understanding the material. Besides, you weren’t planning to teach that class the next quarter. So I took the exam, not knowing whether I would pass, or whether I’d ever see you again.

Will

On that first day of class, early in a midwestern winter, in a room of nearly 30 people, I saw only you, sitting in the second seat of the second row of chairs from my right. To this day I cannot remember any other face in that class, only yours. Your smile and your red hair stunned me so that I struggled to keep my composure. You alternated between looking me in the eye, and glancing down at your desk with a radiant, shy smile. I'd like to think that I had revealed none of my distraction to anyone, but in retrospect I can't imagine that I succeeded. Somehow I managed to get through the first day of class without tripping over my own feet.

As we worked through the course material over the next few months, I grew more at ease with your charm and your very pleasant and wholly attractive spirit, and I could almost contain myself when we met to work through the tougher spots. I confess now that I was glad that you had a bit of difficulty and found yourself in need of some of my help. Thus our relationship continued during the time that you were in my class.

The end of the session arrived, and I had for you the good news that you passed the course, a course with a reputation for offering students motivation to consider other life paths. You offered to treat me to a modest celebration lunch, an offer I accepted with no hesitation whatsoever.

Rene

Wanting to find out how I did on the Final Exam, and hoping to find an excuse to see you again, I dropped by your office after the grades were reported to see if I had passed. You flashed that incredible smile of yours, and shared the good news. Wow! I was both relieved and sad that the quarter was over. I didn’t know what to say, so you broke the ice by asking if I had eaten lunch. Excited at the prospect of spending time with you in a less formal environment, I was quick to indicate an interest in taking you to lunch. We left your office together that beautiful day, no longer formally teacher and student, but you still had plenty to teach me...

We decided to grab a bite at a nearby restaurant. The musak played the CCR version of “Heard it Through the Grapevine” and other songs while we chatted about all kinds of things. So we ate lunch, talked about music and life, and got to know each other outside of the classroom. Then you complained of a headache. Well, with all the help you had given me, I wanted to return the favor. Besides, I was really enjoying your company and didn’t want it to end. So I invited you into my dorm room for aspirin. When we got there, you took the aspirin and plopped down in the living room to relax. I imagine my eyes nearly popped out of my head, as I could not believe my obscene good fortune. I wasn’t sure you really had a headache, but I wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass me by, after spending so many weeks wondering if your skin felt as smooth as it looked. I offered to rub your neck to help your headache. You seemed so at ease, despite the headache, and I was a nervous wreck! You noticed my tension, and offered to rub my neck and shoulders. What I wouldn’t have given to be as relaxed as you appeared to be at that moment! Words can not describe what I felt the moment we touched. I refer to it as electrochemistry, because it was truly electrifying for me. I had never felt that way in the 18+ years of my life! Again time stood still. I’d like to say I became putty in your hands, but I was so incredibly nervous. I was really enjoying the feeling of your skin on mine, but the tension remained. So you offered a full back rub, and suggested that I lay down.

Will

You and I met on a bright, sunny day and walked across the newly greening campus to a little restaurant on the adjacent main street. We talked unhurried about our hopes and dreams. If there was anyone else in the dining area, I didn't notice. In spite of the fine company, the lack of any time pressure at all, and a gorgeous spring day, I managed to contract a bit of headache. Of all the luck! You offered an aspirin or two, which you had in the medicine cabinet back in your room. We walked to your room, on the way enjoying the almost spring day and each other's company. Your roommates were all away during the spring break. I took a couple of aspirin, and we talked some more while relaxing in the living room.

We drew closer, and I offered you a neck and shoulder massage. You sat on the floor with your back against the chair I was sitting in, and I gently squeezed and relaxed your tense neck and shoulder muscles for quite some time. My headache vanished, and I felt calm even while my heart was yet pounding. I was honored and pleased that you had welcomed me into your circle.

Rene

I took you into the dorm bedroom, with two sets of bunk beds. My roommates were away for the Spring Break, so we sat together on my bunk for a moment. Then you reached over to rub my back, and I lay down to relax. You slowly pushed my shirt up over my head, and the electrochemistry became intense. My temperature must have risen 10 degrees! My breathing became quite audible. I felt your hand beginning to work the clasp of my bra. I felt my blood pressure drop suddenly, as though I was going to faint. The thought that you were about to see my bare breast, and the anticipation of what may lie ahead made me weak. You unhooked and removed my bra, and leaned in for a more vigorous massage. I couldn’t take it anymore. I HAD to hold you. I turned over and reached out to pull you toward my bare breast. Your incredibly smooth skin quivered at my touch! Your sensuality nearly overtook me. I forgot how to breathe again. You moved in closer, and took me in your arms. You explored my young breast with your fingers and tongue. I gasped softly, unable to contain the excitement that was building inside as my body trembled in response to your sensuous probing. I looked up into your eyes, and reached out to delicately touch your smooth face with my fingertips. My heart skipped a beat as we leaned in closer to each other and our lips met for the first time!

Will

Quietly you stood, took my hand, and led me into your bedroom. There I continued massaging your neck and shoulders while you lay face down on the bed, with me sitting to your side. After a while, I gently gathered and pushed your soft, cotton sweatshirt up and over your head, with you still facing away from me. My massage now extended to your mid and lower back, and all the while you made sweet, gentle noises. I then unhooked your bra, and gently and eagerly slipped the straps over your soft shoulders. You maintained your back to me all the while, and I continued the vigorous massage.

I was thrilled when you rolled over and looked me directly in the eye. Oh, your breasts were perfect! I kissed and licked the smooth silky skin surrounding your right nipple, and then I held and mouthed and sucked your breast. Your nipple delightfully responded with a tender erection. I then kissed you on your mouth, our tongues dancing together. Our first kiss!

I had already removed my boots when you unbuttoned my shirt and slid my t-shirt up and over my head. We embraced passionately, your red hair everywhere, your enchanting breasts pressed firmly to my chest. Your fragrance was different, too. Already pleasant and attractive and understated, you now had a mesmerizing aroma of ardor and warmth and fire and desire. I gently pushed you just far enough away so I could reach and undo the snap and zipper in your jeans. You lay on your back and raised your soft, round derriere so I could eagerly slide your jeans and panties down and then entirely off your pretty legs and feet. The low light in the room revealed that your mons was covered with a wonderful triangle of captivating curly crimson locks. You yielded as I gently pulled sideways on your leg to reveal the delicious folds of your sweet, inviting pussy. I first cupped and squeezed the entire breathtaking scene in my right hand, just to make sure you weren't some kind of apparition. I leaned over to see more closely as I rubbed and carefully parted your lips, and with my thumb touched and rubbed your clitoris and its pretty skin cape, and slowly slipped in one finger, then two, caressing and exploring and stretching your torrid moist velvet vagina. Once in a while your sensuous alto voice would break the silence with an exclamation or a soft moan. My heart was racing!

Sometime during my total distraction with your secret, intoxicating treasure, you had undone my belt and loosened and slid off my jeans. I must have somehow helped. My briefs had also mysteriously disappeared. With those hands that I had been watching for months, you very tightly clutched my pulsing quaking shaft, now in a full hard naked glorious salute of your unclothed splendor. All these months I resisted touching your sweet fingers, and now here they were, firmly and slowly and intently stroking my longing, aching member. Your sweet touch! How on earth did I continue beyond this very second without erupting all over your delicious fingers? Oh, your sweet incredible touch! Surely you must have burned your delicate hands!

Rene

Noticing that you had me at a disadvantage, I began working on the buttons of your shirt. As you pulled your arms loose, I lifted your T-shirt over your head to reveal your bare chest. Again your skin quivered to my touch. It was as if our bodies reacted to the touch of each other with a type of sensory overload. I felt as though I could not go on, yet I could not turn back! Part of me wanted to freeze that moment in time to enjoy leisurely, but alas, the excitement was too much for me. My temperature continued to rise, and I knew we had to get out of those clothes! You must have felt the heat as well, as we quickly began undressing each other. I could not believe this was happening. I realized that in a few moments we would both be completely naked. The combination of nerves and excitement made me lightheaded. But I wanted go on! I lifted my hips so that you could remove my jeans and panties, and I tugged at your belt. Your jeans and briefs were out of the way in an instant, revealing to me a man’s fully erect member for the first time. I was surprised, yet pleased with what I saw. Your shaft was long, hard, and had a gentle curve that I had not expected. The tip of your cock was already wet. You were clearly ready to go on! My limited high-school experiences with my young boyfriend did not prepare me for what you did to me next. Your fingers probed my tight pussy, causing me to become even hotter and wetter than before. I felt an ache, kind of a desperate longing, in my belly. I held your throbbing cock, my earlier tension now replaced with amazement and curiosity. How could something so smooth be so hard? How would that stiff, long member fit into my tight belly? What would I do if it did? Once again, you were ready to instruct through example. What a gentle, reassuring teacher you were. Not knowing what to do next, I yielded to your experience and guidance.

Will

Somehow I freed my cock from your determined hands and laid you on your back. I moved around until I was face down and on top of you, our uncovered bodies fully touching from head to toe, kissing and breathing each other's sweet air. I was lightheaded with the pure joy of being with you, as close as we could be! My knees pressed the bed between your knees, and I paused and lifted my hips. With my left hand I guided the most sensitive part of my body up and down your tender cleft several times, trying to tease and please your own button. Once I found your sweet opening, I slipped in past your soft lips, deep, deep, deep, into your fire, feeling you surround me a little at a time, skin to skin, nerve to nerve, until we were pubis to pubis, curly blond hair all atangle with curly red hair. Oh, what a beautiful sight we must have been! I'm certain I moaned in complete delight. I slid slowly, deeply, in and out of you, savoring the soft strong squeeze of your passionate pussy all up and down my cock made so sensitive by your earlier attention. Once in a while I'd move nearly all the way out, escaping your pussy's magnificent grasp, the soft heated head of my cock wet with our mingled juices briefly flirting with the folds and ribbons of your lovely lower lips. Then I'd forcefully, swiftly slide back into you until I could go no further. You'd purse your lips and puff and thrust back with equal fervor! Were we both wondering if we could perhaps get even closer? 

Rene

You drew closer, guiding me to lay back on the bed. You positioned yourself directly over me, in full control of the course our passion would take. I found myself face-to-face with those dazzling blue eyes and incredible cheekbones. I reveled a moment in the ecstasy I was feeling at being so near to your warm, naked body. Then I felt your manhood parting the moist folds of my pussy lips and glide gently all the way inside me! I gasped at the incredible clash of contentment and desire I was somehow experiencing simultaneously. I heard you let out a moan, and my body responded with more heat and desire. You pulled back slowly, and my juices ran from your now-exposed shaft. As you slid back into me, my hips responded by meeting yours half way. You continued to work your hard cock all the way into, then slowly back, right to the edge of my willing pussy. My excitement continued to build until I thought I would short-circuit. Then the most incredible sensation came over me. I felt as though I was a volcano on the verge of an eruption. My skin tingled, and my pelvic muscles tightened around your swollen member. Then suddenly, a spasm overtook me, and a rush of relief spurted from deep inside. I opened my eyes to see you smiling at me, your eyes still twinkling with mischief.




Will and Rene's First Time



Will

I reluctantly withdrew, lay on my back, and beckoned you to sit astride my hips, facing me. You willingly climbed on top of me, and with my inconcealable enthusiasm standing straight up, I slipped myself into you once again after what seemed like an eternity. Your trembling, soft, smooth, strong pussy gripped and squeezed and just played with my eager tingling cock! With you sitting up, your breasts impossibly seemed even more glorious than before, perfectly shaped, perfectly suspended, perfect creamy skin! I pinched and rubbed your nipples and fondled your irresistible pretty peaks as they bounced and swayed erotically. You were beautiful! I caressed your face, your shoulders, your breasts, your hips, your legs, your ass, your feet! You arched your back and rocked smoothly, ensuring that our tenderest, most sensitive skin rubbed perfectly. An occasional involuntary deep shove on my part punctuated our otherwise gentle erotic embrace, beautifully bouncing your breasts. I couldn't say how much time passed before I burst inside you, unable to contain myself any longer, the indescribable surge flowing violently over some primal nerve ending that has a direct connection to the center of my mind, wiping everything else out for an instant or an eternity, pulsing from deep within me, streaming outward to fill any last tiny gap that might have remained between us. This is our incredible gift, this is why the world goes on! My body and soul trembled and convulsed, surrounded by the absolute bliss of you. My vision went from a field of swirling bright white light to grey to a foggy focus, and there you were! You fell forward into my arms, your red tresses all in my face, and we lay quietly for a long time. I wanted this to last forever.

Rene

You moved around to lie back on the bed, and pulled me on top of you. With my pussy still dripping, you guided your stiff cock to my opening. I began to rock, feeling the sensitive tip of your manhood rubbing me throughout. Sitting astride you on the lower bunk limited our ceiling room, but provided us with an unexpected opportunity. I used the overhead structure for leverage so I could press my moist hot box hard against your pelvis, feeling the entire span of your delicious member! I wanted to make sure that you experienced the type of mind-blowing orgasm you had just given me! But I wasn’t in any hurry. It felt so good to ride your hot cock, that I began to build to yet another incredible climax. I rocked faster and harder, grinding my pussy into your hips, till I could hold back no longer. I felt a sudden surge of heat deep inside me, causing involuntary spasms. Then we both let loose our juices together. Feeling the heated pulses of you cumming inside me intensified my own climax, so that when our bodies finished convulsing, we collapsed into each other’s arms. We lay that way for quite some time, exhausted from the intensity of the experience, and contented. Lying there in your arms, I quietly listened to your breathing and still-pounding heart beat. I don’t know what you were thinking at the time, but I recall thinking that I had no idea what I had been missing up to this point. This was the good stuff! For better or worse, the experience irrevocably changed the course of my life. Until March the fifteenth, I had no idea that these feelings were possible. But I sure hoped the lessons would not end here! I wanted to continue this instruction. I had learned a lesson in pleasure that I could never forget, and I thank you for being my teacher!



Will & Terri Ch. 01



Copyright 2004 by Adam Gunn. All rights reserved.

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The Carpentaria palms danced in the trade winds as the couple strolled barefoot along the beach. Rivulets of surf danced among their toes, echoing the emotions of love between the man and woman, celebrating their twenty-fifth anniversary seven weeks late. The brilliant moon cast shadows around them, illuminated the white rocks and breakers. Gazing high into the southern sky at the bleached planet, the wife asked, "Is it full?"

"I don't think so," Will responded. "Tomorrow, I think. It's beautiful though." 

"So big, too," said Terri. "Bigger than back in Pennsylvania, isn't it? I get the feeling something strange is going to happen."

He lovingly touched the bare shoulders of the woman, toyed with her spaghetti straps, felt the heat stored by the tropical sun. "You're feeling okay? Not too sunburned?"

"No, not at all," Terri replied. Only that afternoon, the first day of vacation at the Caribbean resort designed mainly for romantic couples, she'd sunbathed topless for the first time in her life. In an attempt to protect herself from the intense rays, she'd applied copious amounts of sunblock to her breasts and now the nipples, though strangely warm, felt wonderful. She recalled with pleasure how, behind her prescription sunglasses and wide brimmed hat, she'd spied on male tourists, secretly observing the sideways glances with which they'd taken in her bare breasts and the skimpy bikini bottom Will had persuaded her to purchase for the trip. Even though she was years past being a lass, apparently she was still attractive; the knowledge pleasured her. When she'd shared her observations with Will, he asked her which of the men she liked; it was a game they played, it was never serious.

After they'd returned to their room, Terri, still excited from the attention, pondered lovemaking, but by the time she'd showered and prettied herself for him, Will was napping, occasionally snorting in his sleep. She let him rest, reading her New Yorkers and home decorating magazines, then awoke him, suggested he get ready for cocktails, then a late dinner of fresh, native seafood. Afterwards in the dark, they'd taken a walk, exploring the lush tropical setting of the resort, before, she assumed, they'd return to their room for their traditional 11:30 bedtime, and perhaps, if she was lucky, a little passion.

But suddenly, the timbre of steel drums listed over the dunes, floating over the swimming pool, disturbing the tranquility. "How about another drink?" Will suggested.

"Fine," Terri agreed. "Maybe some dancing?"

"If you insist." Will didn't like dance floors much, they were too crowded, he felt self-conscious with his silly contortions. The couple retrieved their shoes from the base of a palm and rambled to the dance floor, partially filled with other couples lost in the tropical romance. The band played one of Terri's favorite Burt Baccarach songs, eliciting memories of teenage years spent with boyfriends. A table was found under an umbrella near the pool, drinks were ordered, a margarita for him, a Blue Jamaican for her. Before the waitress could deliver the beverages, the couple made their way to the floor and began to groove to the mixture of standards and reggae. Terri was happy Will was giving in so easily, and let her body go, as it had in the disco bars of the 1970s. Four or five songs passed, she could feel the welcome perspiration beginning to ooze from her pores.

"Had enough?" Will asked, when the local equivalent of a country and western song was played.

"Sure," Terri reluctantly agreed. The vacationers found their table, greedily quaffed their potions. A few songs later, the band began to play Ring My Bell, one of her favorite disco songs. "You want to go back out?" she suggested.

"In a few minutes," Will delayed, "I think I'd better hit the head first." Will often danced just a little, then called it a night. Terri was disappointed, she'd hoped to dance the night away. She noticed he was a little unsteady as he strode to the bathroom, the afternoon beers and the bottle of wine they'd had with dinner must be catching up to him. No matter, their room was less than a New York City block away. Let him get drunk if he wished. In fact, let him do anything he wished; they were on vacation!

For his part, Will made his way to the toilet, admiring the costumes worn by female tourists. One young lady seemed to have forgotten to don a bra underneath the translucent blouse; her breasts jiggled slightly as she laughed at a joke. He wondered if other men were lusting after his wife as he was admiring theirs. When he returned to the table he found new, but his wife was strangely absent -- perhaps she'd gone to the bathroom as well. He sat, watching the delectable nymphs swirling around him, admiring their wild moves as the band continued to play disco.

Suddenly, the blue and white swirls of his wife's frock caught his eye. She was on the dance floor, her hands grabbing at her hem, lifting it above her knees and showing a hint of thigh. It was an effective move, one that seemed sexier than it truly was. The crowd shifted and he spied her partner, a middle aged man donned in loafers, tailored khakis, a flower patterned shirt of questionable style, thinning hair. The music slowed momentarily, then restarted with another number from the 80's. Terri caught his eye, began to wander back to the table to be with her husband. Will waved his arm at her, an unmistakable gesture that could only mean 'stay out there, have fun.' She accepted the gift, grabbed the hand of her fellow partier and returned to the convolutions. Will realized the other man was a much better dancer than he; other husbands might have been jealous, Will was simply glad his wife had found someone who could compliment her.

When the band stopped to take their break, Terri returned to the table, her new playmate in tow. "Will, this is Jonathan. Jonathan, Will," she introduced. "Jonathan asked me to dance while you were gone. I didn't think you'd mind."

"Of course not," he replied. "Jonathan, why don't you join us?"

"You don't mind?" the man replied. "I wouldn't want to be a third wheel."

"On the contrary, sit down." A drink was ordered for the man, conversation ensued. They found out that Jonathan was down from Chicago for some R&R, and they in turn revealed how they were slaves to a large Victorian home in a Pennsylvania suburb, their lives as a computer technician and high school teacher. Still another round was delivered and the band returned, this time playing more reggae. It was clear that Terri felt the rhythms and wished to return to the dance floor.

"Why don't you take her out again?" Will suggested to Jonathan. "This isn't my kind of music." As he gazed at his completely faithful wife reveling with the other fellow, he was reminded of the fantasies he'd had for years. Perhaps this was the night? Once again she swirled and dipped around her partner, faux symbolisms of sexual attraction, and Will was happy she was enjoying herself. Jonathan moved with her, obviously enchanted with the woman. Three or four numbers passed, lively songs from the seventies, and the images of what might be captivated Will. The band played a slow song and Terri and Jonathan returned to the table.

"My turn," Will demanded. "Don't go away," he said to Jonathan, "we won't be long." When they were among the other dancers, he held his wife close, waited a minute, then began to share his imaginings with his wife.

"You seem to like Jonathan."

"He's a good dancer," Terri admitted.

"Do you think he's cute?"

"Sort of." It was a bit noncommittal, unsure of where the conversation was heading.

"Listen," Will continued, realizing he had only a few moments to communicate with her. "You know how we've talked about you being with another guy? This might be a good time to try it."

She reflected on the hundreds of times he'd fantasized about her making love with another man. Most of the time she'd played along, concocting stories of how she'd meet a man at a bar, have a few drinks, then go to his apartment and let him screw her. To her, it was nothing more than tantalization, a game, but for Will it was a craving, and once, more out of a desire to please him than any real hunger on her part, she'd agreed to go through with it, if and when. Since then, he pestered her from time to time, never insistent, always challenging. Was now 'if and when'? "You want me to go to bed with him?" The question was guarded, strained.

"If you want to," Will retorted. "You like him, it's clear that he likes you. We're away from anyone we know, anyone who will ever know us. It's the perfect set up." He stopped, waited for a response that didn't come, wondered if he'd overstepped a bit. "If you'd rather not, it's okay," he retreated, "but if you're ever going to . . . ."

She realized if she simply said 'no,' he'd bring her rejection up over and over again for years. "Let me think about it," she replied, just as the music sped up. "I'm not promising anything."

"Fine," he agreed. "Remember the time you told me it would take a strange moon for you to consider such a thing?" He waited for her nonverbal agreement, then turned her toward the brilliant yellow orb looking down upon them. "What's stranger than a full Caribbean moon?"

They returned to the table. Jonathan waited for them, and for a few minutes the threesome attempted strained conversation over the loud music. "I'm going to the bathroom," Will stated, and left the twosome to their own devices. He took his time in the toilet, giving them time a chance to get something going. Washing his hands, his attention was riveted on a vending machine. Considering that this might be something she'd need, he purchased a couple of condoms and put them in his pocket. On the return he took a different path on the opposite side of the pool, hoping to secretly spy on the couple. For a moment he couldn't find them, wondered if perhaps she'd decided to go through with it, that even now she was on the way to Jonathan's room. Then he saw them dancing again. Now she was even wilder, dipping further, showing additional cleavage, lifting the skirt higher, almost to her crotch, brushing the putative swain with her posterior. For his part, Jonathan responded, grabbing at the woman, placing a hand on her waist, pulling her to him. Heeding the action from afar, Will was filled with the sense that this time she might actually take a lover. For a few moments he considered just drifting off, letting them be, but then he worried that Terri might be afraid he was sick, would come running back to the hotel room looking for him, abandoning Jonathan. Besides, Will was intensely curious to find out if anything would really transpire, or if she would reject the idea at the last moment; he rambled to his seat.

Terri caught his eye from the floor, winked at him, but made no movement to return to the table. When the band began another slow dance, Will watched with glee as Terri melted into Jonathan's embrace, the plumpness of her breasts pressed into his chest. The pair seemed to lose themselves in their closeness, and Will became excited as Jonathan's hand descended from the small of her back a few inches onto the top of Terri's backside. 

While she moved gracefully with the stranger, she pondered Will's proposal. On the one hand she felt queasy about defiling herself after years of faithfulness. On the other, Jonathan was attractive, not David Duchovny or anything, but he definitely had a certain savoir-faire. The fantasy was mainly Will's, but she shared a part of it, remembering with tenderness many of the men she'd been with before she'd met Will, the excitement they'd made her feel. Even the pleasure of the hunt, the flirting, the first kiss. What, she wondered, would it be like to be with a different man again? How would it feel to have his naked body next to hers, to be impaled by a strange penis? And she considered her husband, how excited he became in the bedroom when they talked about her in another bed; in a way, it might be gratifying to both of them to finally accede to his wishes, grant him the boon. Emboldened by the rum and romantic environment, she decided her husband might be right, this might be the time. Of course, she remembered, Jonathan would have something about it to say about it. - perhaps he didn't want a lover. And still she was nervous, concerned that, perhaps, in his heart of hearts, Will wasn't serious, was just playing a lover's game.

The music sped once again. Jonathan whispered, "I need a short break, be right back," in Terri's ear, began walking towards the rest room. Terri sauntered back to Will, sat beside him, put her hand on his arm. "That last dance was as sexy as anything I've seen," Will observed. "You'd like to be with him, wouldn't you? I can tell." 

She made direct eye contact with Will, tried to divine his deepest emotions. "Are you absolutely sure you want me to go with him? Do you want me to make love to him?"

"We've talked about this, Terri. I don't know if you'll ever feel this loose, this free. I really think you should do it." A hesitation on her part. "What's wrong?"

Terri glanced down. Her words seemed to rise from the pit of her stomach. "I just need to know there's no danger here, that there won't be a problem later."

Will got the packages he'd purchased. "I bought these for you to use. Take them as a token that everything will be fine, okay?"

She smiled at the tender gift, gave him a quick, wifely kiss, and agreed. "Okay. If he's willing, I'll go ahead." Quickly, so that no one could see the condoms, she put them in her purse. One last time, not knowing whether she was hoping he'd say 'yes' or 'no', she asked, "You're sure?"

"Absolutely. I hope you have a great time." Over Terri's shoulder, Will saw Jonathan walk towards them. In another thirty seconds, he'd be at the table. "Listen, I'm going to get out of here, give you two some space. Good luck. If you're not back in the room in an hour, I'll assume you're going to spend the night there. Have fun. I love you."

"I love you, too," she repeated, meaning it as much as ever. And then Will was gone, and Jonathan was at her side.

"Where's Will going?" he asked.

"He's a little tired, decided to go back to the room. But he said for us to have fun."

Jonathan accepted the explanation. "More dancing?"

The music somehow seemed a little less exciting as the band wrapped up their final set. "No, thanks. I think I'd like a change in scenery," Terri declined. "Would you like to walk?"

"Fine idea," Jonathan agreed. Terri slung her purse over her shoulder and the couple left the music and the few remaining dancers behind them. As they chatted of how they'd found out about the resort, Terri tried to remember how she'd seduced men years before, but the decades had been too many. She wondered how she was going to find out if Jonathan thought her desirable, how she could communicate her desire.

They happened upon a wall tucked into a corner covered by a vines, adorned with the largest saffron blooms Terri had ever seen. She stepped to the hedge, sniffed a flower. A small reptile peeked its head over the top of the wall a few inches from Terri's face, causing a shriek, a jump to her rear. Luckily, Jonathan was standing where he might catch her, hold her from falling.

"It's only a lizard, it won't hurt you," he soothed. She continued to shake in his arms, he led her to a nearby bench. Together they sat on the love seat, and he asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she claimed, "just a little startled. But I like having your arm around me." She calmed, melted into Jonathan's side. He felt the closeness, her warmth, smelled the luscious scent of her hair. It was a surprise to neither of them when their lips came together, tongues intermingling, exploring.

Jonathan, not wishing to impose upon this married woman, broke the embrace, but she pulled him back, whispering, "Don't stop." His lips traveled to her earlobe, softly nibbling, and her hands, now wrapped around his neck, encouraged him. Soon his palms were caressing the exposed shoulders and throat, lightly stroking the soft skin. He sensed she was willing, and a finger brushed the top of her dress, traveled to the cleavage between her bosoms. She shifted slightly, and his palm was filled with her breast. A little shyly, still concerned about the wedding band she wore, he fondled her. 

Terri became bold, placed a hand in his lap, surrounded his penis through the fabric of his trousers, recognized his exhilaration. "Let's go to your room."

"What about Will?" Jonathan had never encountered a phenomenon like this before.

"It's okay," she reassured, "he wants me to be with you. Please?"

Almost at a run, the impatient couple approached his room. As they crossed the threshold, Terri looked around the large room. Rich fabrics and opulent artwork decorated the apartment. She put her purse on the coffee table, took one condom out. The king size bed was considered, but she knew that was not where she wanted to be taken; something else, more exciting, should serve as their nest. Without asking for permission, she pulled the drapes back revealing a porch perhaps five feet above the sand, twenty-five yards from the ocean. Large privacy fences hemmed them in on either side, wicker furniture, including a large backless settee with high sides, garnished the patio. This, she suddenly knew, was where her ritual defloweration should occur.

Together they sat on the bench, soft light washing them from the earth's satellite. Again they kissed, passionately but not hurriedly, and Jonathan's hand crept under her skirt. He reached her panties and with her full cooperation, pulled them over her knees. A hand crept over her pubis, and she willingly spread her limbs, granting this stranger access to the portal that had been closed to others for over a quarter of a century. 

While Jonathan was fingering her, she refused to be quiescent. His shirt was removed violently, a button flying from the threads that held it in the process. Suddenly she stood, grabbed the top of her dress, pulled it up and off her and allowed it to drop to the floor. Now, she was naked to her paramour. Turning to Jonathan, she straddled the bench, exposing all of herself to him.

Picture of a finger fuck Jonathan faced her on the bench, pushed her until she was resting on the arm, sucked at her outstretched nipples. A finger at first gently stroked her moistness, then plunged into the crevice. Terri gasped at this first intrusion, then rearranged herself to grant maximum access to the insertion, lifting a leg, spreading wider. Slowly at first, then more rapidly, the digit encased within her plunged in and out, explored the area from the urethra to the cervix. She allowed herself to respond to the stimulation, welcomed it, and began joyfully to feel the warmth begin at her vulva and travel throughout her body. When Jonathan massaged her G-spot, she gave it up, gently screeching as the billows of excitation competed with the ocean waves a few dozen feet away. Jonathan stayed with her, continuing to paw her insides until she begged him to stop, explaining that, at least for the moment, she was satisfied.

"Stand up," she insisted. She quickly removed his pants, dragging the underwear along with them, and gently held the erection presented to her, wondering at the juxtaposition of softness and stiffness. Her mouth went first to the sack below the rod, drawing the testicles into her mouth, sucking on them while her palms manipulated the staff, drawing the foreskin back, oiling the head with the natural lubrication oozing from the small hole. Then her tongue was at it, tasting the concoction, wondering at the tart flavor. Soon, to Jonathan's excitement, three inches of the tool was buried within her mouth, and she bobbed up and down, pleasuring her new man. She felt the strength expand within her mouth, and when she was certain he was ready, she released the penis and pulled him down onto the seat, facing her, each of them straddling the bench. A foil package was opened, the condom rolled down the shaft. Then she was on his lap, mounting him. The phallus slid easily into her saturated vagina, and she leaned upon his shoulders, first pushing herself up, then pulling down as completely as possible, plunging his hardness into herself. 




Will & Terri Ch. 01



Through her fog of desire she managed to view herself almost as an observer from the beach, the moon pallidly illuminating her skin, two thin white stripes offsetting her tan shoulders, midriff and legs, her brown locks waving with her hysterical movements, her bosoms flattened into Jonathan's chest, his breastplate stimulating her nipples with each movement, the muscles of her calves straining and relaxing as she alternately rose and fell on her lover, and most importantly, her vagina clamping onto his scepter through the cycle of lust, roughing her clitoris to excitation with every stroke.

Smells permeated her dilated nostrils: the salt of the sea, faint perfumes of night blooming tropical buds, an acrid, artificial scent of ammonia, residue from the cleaning woman, the aftershave and deodorant Jonathan had applied earlier that evening, and the powerful stench of perspiration, unwashed from the agitated dancing of earlier, and now, the feverishness of their joint rage.

Nor was her sense of hearing impoverished. Crickets and other insects buzzed, trilled and trumpeted, the surf thundered in the distance, breezes rustled the palm leaves. Her own breath came in short, sharp gasps, her lover whispered raucous entreaties in her ear, and obscene slurps emanated from the conjoined genitals with each stroke.

She concentrated on the sensations being applied by the man below her, how his hands stroked the large muscles of her exposed back, the insides of her legs, the swell of her rear end, the throat and her lips. She sucked on the proffered finger, enjoying the salty taste and the friction on her lips and tongue. She pleasured her hand in the locks of his hair. Then all sensation was suddenly converged in her labia, how it clenched Jonathan's wand, the twinge of pleasure each time his pubic bone met her clitoris, the deep sense of fulfillment at the conclusion of every piercing as her innards were filled with his length.

She waited for, she willed their orgasms to transpire and rapidly shifted from side to side and front to back, bringing forth the coming ecstasy. At last she drew the first tremors from the truncheon and placed a hand between them to better stimulate her distended button. Within seconds she sensed his relentless throbbing, perceived a slight increase of pressure as the lubrication of his cream liqueur spewed into the plastic tip, listened to the siren of his moaning. It was then that the spasms hit her, darkness overtaking all of her senses, replaced by flashes of crimson. Fever fumed through her body, focused at her tunnel, reached out to every extremity, the soles of her feet, the nape of her neck, and, most pleasurably, her aureoles, distended and rosy.

Terri's first thought when the pounding of the majestic climax subsided was of Jonathan's stiffness still plumbing her depths. Tenderly she fondled her newfound lover, thanking fate that he was more than competent and chose to be interested in her pleasure as well as his. They spooned together, kissing and fondling until the phallus within her softened and she was afraid the liquid would spill from the protection. She reluctantly rose, releasing him.

She stepped to the bathroom, dampened a face cloth and cleansed her belly, thighs, and the area between her legs. She rinsed the cloth and brought it to Jonathan, now sitting inside on the sofa. She cleansed him, moved one of his feet onto the back of the couch, the other remained on the floor. Terri crawled between these limbs, reclined on her side, her head on his shoulder. In this position they had access to each other's nudity, and they took advantage of it, kissing, fondling a breast, a testicle. It was a soft, mutual cool down period.

"That was wonderful," Jonathan said, his tone indicating so much more.

"I'm glad you thought so," she responded. "I can't believe how satisfied I am. You seemed shocked when I wanted to come over here."

"A little. The last time anything like this happened to me, I was in college."

"Tell me what happened," Terry encouraged.

"I was a graduate assistant. My boss was a full professor, she was married. One night we were working late, I was bent over the research results, and I felt her hand on the back of my neck. Next thing you know, she's on the desk, her skirt is up around her waist and we're going at it, the papers I was organizing flying all around." He stopped to smile at the remembrance. "For the rest of the semester, when I got to the lab I didn't know if I was going to get chewed out for sloppy work or laid. It sounds like something you'd see late at night on Cinemax, doesn't it?"

"And this is right out of Red Shoe Diaries, isn't it?" Terri remarked.

"Can I ask you something," Jonathan wondered. "Why me?"

"You mean, why did I leave with you?"

"Yes, why did you pick me?"

Terri halted, trying to isolate why, indeed, she'd finally agreed to go with Jonathan when for years she'd been hesitant to give in to her husband's other suggestions. "You're a good dancer," was the reason finally given.

It seemed to be a good enough premise for Jonathan. "Does Will always share you with other men? Not that I'm complaining, mind you." While he asked the question, he stroked her belly, cupped a breast.

Terri laughed. "Sometimes I think he'd like to. He's dreamed about this night for years. But this is the first time I've given in."

"Really?" 

"Really," she confirmed. "This is the first time I've ever done anything like this."

"Tell me about it," Jonathan asked.

"Early in our marriage, Will was traveling, there were flirtations, my old boy friends would call me up and I'd go have a drink with them. But when they made moves, I rejected them. I'm married to the perfect man, you see, and I didn't want to mess it up. Then, over the years I stopped caring, didn't think I looked as good, all the men knew I was seriously married, no one gave me a second look. Then Will started asking me if I was interested in other guys. I wasn't, but talking about it seemed to get him going, so I let him. Then he started to encourage me, but I never had either the desire or a real opportunity. In fact, my desire for sex went way down after I put on quite a bit of weight."

While she talked, she fondled Jonathan's testicles, felt them tighten as he started to strengthen again. "But recently I've slimmed down, and I noticed I was getting a few looks again. Will spotted it too, we started talking about me having an affair again. I was nervous about it, didn't think I'd do it. Tonight when Will saw us dancing together, he suggested it to me again. You seemed like you'd like to, I decided to go ahead."

Jonathan added, "And I'm the fortunate recipient. Thank the lucky stars."

Terri gazed out the open patio door, saw Luna nearing the horizon and corrected him. "I prefer to thank the lucky moon."

She continued to play with his now recovered rod, less stiff than earlier, but still adequate for the purpose. He shifted her so his mouth could tease her nipple. His hand went to her honey pot, teased the clit, perforated the tunnel. Again they moved, he was on top of her, his penis resting at her entrance. "There's another condom in my purse." He held himself up, off her, while she stretched to grab it. Quickly it was rolled over the ready rod, he sunk down again, onto her, and slowly, inside her. There were no hurried moves this time, only the slow, sure strokes of pleasure. Terri wondered at this stranger she was letting violate -- no, succor -- her, and wished for their harmonious gratification. From long experience at this endeavor, she realized she was unlikely to come, but she still relished the sensations, the warmth above her, the smell of his body, the quickness of his breath, the manner of his passionate kisses, the gentle stroking of his lubricated penis inside her moist sheath. He shifted slightly within her, above her, searching for supreme penetration, maximum satisfaction, and she assisted, splaying her limbs, pulling on his buttocks, pinching a nipple, sucking on a proffered tongue or finger. Once or twice she felt he was approaching completion, and she encouraged him, but he would stop, allowing the moment to pass, then commence his exertion anew. She realized he was waiting for her, wanting her to join him in orgasm, and she knew that this position would not allow her that.

"Let's go on the bed," she suggested, and they unlinked, moved to the mattress. She knelt on the edge, presented her rear to her lover, he stood behind her. Just a small adjustment in height was necessary, and he entered her again, sluggish plunging that moved in different directions, even circles, that enticed her, excited her. She bent down, her shoulders to the mattress, and allowed the stimulation behind her to bring her to climax. The sensation was neither stupendous nor lingering, but there it was, just the same, and she was glad for it. She moaned, a little more loudly than necessary for his sake, then tightened her vaginal muscles to bring about his bursting. Quickly, she was gratified to sense the change in his movements, the twitching within her, and she pressed back, waiting for all of his seed to erupt from his opening. Only when he teetered back, away from her, withdrawing, did she twist and allow him to collapse on the bed, half on top of her.

The couple, now calmed, felt satisfied just to hold each other. They may have dozed. Terri felt Jonathan shift, move from the bed. From the bathroom, she heard him call, "would you like anything from the mini-bar?"

"I don't think so." Then she reconsidered. "Maybe some juice?"

"One orange juice, coming right up." 

She felt him, more than saw him in the dim light, move to the small refrigerator. As he opened the door to retrieve their beverages, she observed the man she'd made love with, his privates joyfully lewd in the bright illumination of the electric bulb.

She stood, accepted the glass. "What time is it?"

"Let me see." Jonathan turned on the bedside lamp, got his watch. "almost five o'clock."

"Oh, dear." She stretched, working the kinks out. Jonathan enjoyed the sight of her graceful body, breasts slightly drooping with age, the dark patch of hair at the junction of her legs. "I hate to say this, but I probably should be going."

"You can't stay?" he pleaded.

"I'd like to, but I shouldn't."

"May I walk you back?"

She appreciated the offer, a woman out at night often feels insecure. "I'd like that, yes."

Jonathan retrieved their clothes from the balcony. A little self consciously, the spell beginning to dissipate, she pulled the dress over her head, covering the body she'd gleefully presented to him. 

They stepped out of the love nest and began to stroll through the darkness. "Have you seen the waterfall?" he suggested.

"No. I saw it on the map, but we didn't get there yesterday."

"It's not far," he said, "come on." They turned a corner, the path ran close to the beach. In front of them, the sky was beginning to brighten, blackness merging to cobalt to indigo. Over their left shoulders, the moon, now nearly touching the horizon, shone goldly on the lovers. Three hundred paces led them to a slight drop in the level of the ground, soft electricity illuminated a staircase. The sound of rushing water competed with the trills of birds waking each other for the expected dawn.

Terri was ecstatic with the glen. The milky cascade toppled down a twenty-foot hillside, rippling a pool. Dozens of turtles napped on logs, fish stirred the surface, searching for breakfast. They sat together on a park bench watching the drama before them. The ardor of their togetherness was recalled, body touched body, lips touched lips. A hand crept under the skirt, through the fly. Passion began to overwhelm them again, and then, as if to say, "enough," the sounds of running feet, the warning of an early morning jogger, were audible. Quickly they broke from their passion.

"Really," Terri awkwardly petitioned, "I must be getting home now."

They took the same path back, past his room, around the swimming pool. White jacketed waiters were readying the tables for breakfast, the rich scent of brewing coffee wafted around them. The portable dance floor, the musical instruments of the band were stored now, waiting for sunset to infuse other lovers with their sorcery. Could it be only five hours since she'd met Jonathan, Terri thought, it seemed like days. Through the palms the last sliver of moon dipped over the horizon, swallowed by the Caribbean. The magic of the night was now, officially, over.

They strolled the path to her room, clinging to each other. "I'd like to see you again," Jonathan said.

"I'd like that too, but I don't know. It depends on Will."

"I thought he was encouraging you to be with me."

"He was, but that was last evening, under the influence of the night and drinks. We've never done this before, I'm not sure now that he'll want me to do it again."

"Will you ask him?"

"Oh, yes," she said, coming into his arms for the last, most tender, kiss of the night. They broke, and Jonathan reached into his pocket, took a business card from his wallet. "I'll be here for two more days," he explained, "if you want to, just come over and knock on my door. Or call me, leave a message if I'm not in. If we can't get together down here, or things change, phone me in Chicago."

"I'll see. No promises." They were now just a few yards from Terri's room. "I had a wonderful time," she said, "and I'll never forget you."

"I really hope we can see each other again."

"We'll see." She knew he wanted one more embrace, but it was time to bid adieu. "Good night," she called, walking away from him.

"You mean 'good morning,'" he corrected, and then he was gone.

As she stepped to the door, Terri's thoughts went to her husband. How would he take it, now that she was no longer chaste, pure? A wave of guilt began to invade her happiness, but she fought it off with the realization that he desired this, he'd pleaded with her to be unfaithful. In a way, he was as guilty as she, perhaps even more so.

She considered her appearance. She wanted to look presentable for her man, not like a woman who'd been out all night doing who knows what. Taking a small compact case out of her purse, she combed her hair in the tiny mirror, repaired her mussed lipstick. The rest, she realized, would have to be good enough. She unlocked the door, nervous about what might happen when she did.

Will was sprawled on the bed, naked beneath the sheets, just as he always slept, even in the dead of winter. His sonorous breaths proved he was dozing. As noiselessly as possible, Terri retrieved a skimpy nightgown from the closet, closed the bathroom door behind her. Another sponge bath, a brush of her teeth, a drink of water, and she was ready for bed. She crawled in beside Will, and he stirred.

"What time is it?"

She looked at the bedside clock. "Five-thirty. Dawn."

"Did you just get in?"

"Yes." She cuddled up to him, her back to his front, their favorite spooning position.

Will yawned. "Did you have a good time?"

"Yes," she admitted sheepishly, "a very good time. You were right, this is something I should have done long ago." Although it was said with pleasure, it was also a tacit reminder that he was as culpable as she was.

"You had sex then?" She could tell that it was simply a question, not an accusation.

She twisted her face over her shoulder, looked at her husband of two and a half decades, kissed him. "Yes. Do you want to hear about it?" In all the fantasies they'd ever dreamed together, he'd wanted to know details, specifics, and she was prepared to share the evening with him if he wished.

"Yes," he begged, "if you don't mind."

For five minutes she laid in his arms, telling about the first kiss, details of how she'd become naked in Jonathan's arms, how he'd fondled her, and then, on the bench, how she'd mounted him, had this stranger inside of her, let him enjoy her, ejaculate into her. Her description was turning Will on, she realized, as his member pressed into her posterior. She wondered if he wanted to make love to her, and she decided she'd cooperate if he did. She'd never even considered having sex with two different men in the same night before, and the thought was a little kinky; she relished the perversion.

"What did you do then?" Will encouraged her to continue, thinking there might be more.

"We cuddled on the couch, talked. We made love again, on the bed. Later, we got up, took a little walk, and then I came back here." She was tired of the subject now, wanted to change it. Indeed, she realized that over the coming weeks they would probably dissect each movement; she didn't mind exposing the details, but not right now. She turned around, faced him. She kissed him, pressed her body into his, tried to tell him with body language what it was she desired now. "What did you do after you left?"

"Came back here, tried to watch a movie. I couldn't concentrate on it, I kept thinking of what you were doing. I went out after an hour, took a walk. Then I came back here, tried to get a little sleep. I kept waking up though, wondering about you."

"I'm sorry," she commiserated.

"Don't be. I'm glad for you. Can I ask you another question?"

"Of course."

"Did you have an orgasm?"

Again they kissed, passionately. "Yes," she admitted with embarrassment, "a big one."

Will's hands began exploring her body, her breasts and her engorged labia. She prepared to stimulate him, to make him feel as good as she had in the past few hours. "One more question, then I'll stop for tonight."

"All right," she agreed.

"Do you want to see him again?"

"A little," she timidly admitted. Even now, she was hesitant to concede, even to herself, how desperately she wanted both men. "Would you want me to?"

"Tonight is the full moon," he curiously concluded.



Will & Terri Ch. 02



The winter sun blazed through the restaurant window as Terri admired the Valentines Day gift from her lover. According to their tradition of more than two decades, the offering was a reminder of Italy, her cherished destination in both fantasy and fact. This year, he'd brought a rare book, an ancient traveler's tome of life in the Italian lake district inscribed late in the nineteenth century. It was magnificent, brimming with wood cuts of scenes Terri had visited in the old country. 

Will, toying with the last bite of his entree, teased, "Are you ever sorry you married me instead of someone from Italy?" 

"Don't be silly, dear."

"No, really, don't you ever have regrets you've never had an Italian lover? I hear they're great."

It was his game, attempting to get her to take a man other than her husband into her bed, her body. Three times now she'd given into his whim, the first experience a quirk in Jamaica, the next two local men he'd prearranged through an adult dating service. In the beginning, four years previously, she'd been nervous, but as the delightful novelty of sharing her body with a man had declined, she'd become more confident with the game. She didn't accept every man he proposed; in fact, more often than not she rejected a man from the dating service he proposed based on his picture or the words in the profile. Four times she'd met a man based on Will's recommedation only to reject the date because of his personality or looks.

Will often suggested she find her own men, but this was a step she didn't want to take. All of the men she might desire were either friends or coworkers, and she knew a romantic liaison with such a man could easily lead to disaster. Unfortunately, she seemed heedless to the flirtations of those men she simply bumped into. When Will would point out a man who was ogling her at a market, her usual reaction was, "Really?"

In spite of the fact that she'd made her husband's fantasy a reality in the past, most of the time they spoke of future potential conquests it was simple flirtation meant to keep their own lust alive, a prelude to foreplay among the married couple. Terri assumed this Valentines Day taunting was meant to begin the mutual seduction they'd partake of later that evening, after he returned from his work. And when he spoke of a Roman lover she elected to frolic with his vivid imagination.

"Oh, you're talking about an affair now? Yes, I think I'd enjoy an Italian stud who whispered naughty Italian words into my ear as he screwed me. That would be great!" As they shared a chocolate dessert, sipped on fragrant coffee, he urged her to fill in details of her tryst with the illusory lover. For both of their amusement, she complied and described details of his skin tone, hair coloration, and fashion. She would have gone further, detailing how this phantom would strip her of her clothes, what his skin would feel like, how he would make her come, but the openness of the public house and the possibility their sensual pillow talk would be overheard dampened the more salient minutia.

But the merriment soon had to be placed on hold – Will needed to be at work in forty-five minutes. The waitress was summoned, and while they were waiting for the credit card to be run, Will shifted the conversation. "I have one other gift for you, but I didn't get a chance to pick it up. It's the new Bocelli album." Andrea Bocelli was the opera star who was now producing fashionable, romantic music, one of Terri's favorite artists. "Would you mind going over to Barnes and Noble and picking it up this afternoon?"

Terri smiled at his sweetness. She'd been looking forward to hearing the new music, half expected her gift would be the CD. "No, not at all dear. Should I play it while my Italian lover takes me this afternoon?"

"Certainly." And Will seemed delighted with the result of the game.



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The bookstore was comfortably crowded on the Saturday afternoon as Terri made her way to the shelves of CDs. Munchkins caroused in the children's section, Terri smiled as she remembered the times she'd brought her own son and daughter to similar play stations. Men, many in dirty sweatshirts and ball caps, circled the stacks, searching for a last minute gift, not having a clue what would satisfy the romantic itch in their wives craw. One rakish man in particular drew her attention. Carrying a single rose of deep ivory tipped with blood, he wore a softly checked shirt, charcoal sweater, beige chinos in the slightly disheveled fashion that implies not carelessness but chic. His chestnut hair was not messy, the cut calculated to imply an informal air. A precise mustache and goatee adorned the lip and chin, thick black eyebrows crested above eyes embellished with laugh lines. His smile seemed infectious, and as Terri passed him he stared directly into her eyes, as if he was daring her to approach him and declare, 'I'm available.'

But when Terri caught his look, she ducked her head in chagrin and continued her jaunt towards the music, leaving him abaft. She flicked through the shelves, browsing, and found a couple of albums she thought she might purchase. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she spied the womanizer a few rows over and suspected he might be following her. But then she rejected the notion. After all, he seemed at least a decade younger, and he didn't seem to be attempting to flirt with her. She chuckled at the possibility, wrote it off as just another bout of erotic fancy.

Moments later she made her way to the counter and asked them for the Bocelli album they'd stashed. On her way towards the exit she paused in the travel section, making certain no fresh books about Italy escaped her attention. 

It was then the man approached her, apologizing, "Excuse me, signora, but I would like it if you would accept this flower." The words dripped with a Lombardian inflection, the man was so obviously not American. The rose was proffered so cordially that Terri saw no reason to reject the offering. 

"Thank you so much."

"You are very welcome. I wish not to offend you, I only wish to celebrate your beauty."

Terri blushed at the audacious cajolery. For a single moment she wondered if she should be offended, as many women would have felt he was being much too forward, but then she made a decision to accept the compliment with aplomb. "You're from Italy, aren't you?"

"Yes," he admitted, "from a small town in the north."

"Dove in quale luogo?" she queried in Italian. In what location? For the rest of their time together that afternoon, they spoke the romantic language to each other.

"Laverno, on Lago Maggiore."

"I know it," she admitted, "your region is very beautiful."

"How do you know it?" he asked, seemingly amazed that any person in this suburb of Pittsburgh would know of his birthplace.

"I have traveled to the lakes three times now, and cannot wait until I return."

"Truly?"

"Truly."

"Scuzi. I have poor manners. I must introduce myself. My name is Antonio Crestani." With this, he bowed, to any American woman a most romantic gesture.

"I am Terri Newman," she responded, offering her hand. Instead of simply shaking it, Antonio proceeded to warmly take it in his hand, brought it to his face and brushed his lips against it.

"It is so very good to meet you, Teresa, for that is what I would call you in my tongue. Tell me more about your love of my country."

For ten minutes or more they chatted about Italy, the locations she had traveled to. Often she would take a guidebook from the nearby rack to illustrate a site she had visited, a piece of art she'd studied. "It is so good for you to think kindly of my country," Antonio avowed. "Perhaps you would enjoy joining me for a caffé?"

"Very much." Taking the bag from her hand, she allowed him to lead her to the attached coffee shop. The drinks were purchased, a cappuccino for her, double espresso for him, and they sat facing each other.

"Why are you in America, here in Pittsburgh?" 

"Ah, a long story, but one I can make short. I am on the faculty of the University of Como, my specialty is the organic nature of computer networks." He could see that she, like most non-scientists, had little knowledge and less interest in his field. "It is of no mind," he admitted, politely dismissing her confusion. "Your university has invited me to participate in a project of research that is being undertaken. I arrived here five weeks ago, just after the Anno Nuovo, I plan to stay for two years; perhaps longer if our efforts prove fruitful."

"My goodness, that sounds important," she saluted. "And you are staying on campus?"

"No, the corporation that is funding the research has rented for me an apartment near here, leased an automobile for my use. They are being very generous. They are making me to feel like a star athlete, a famous musician." While they chatted, their eyes met frequently, deep gazes that spoke of a desire to know each other more fully, flirtation by one that was returned by the other. Terry held the stem of the rose, and he stroked the stalk until his fingers came quite close to hers. The first time this transpired, she quickly moved her hand away, but a few moments later she allowed the touch. 

"You are alone here?" she asked.

"Yes."

"You must be lonely."

"Occaisionalmente." Sometimes. "I have met few persones, I am very busy with my work."

Teresa asked of his home town, and he told stories of his Laverno on the lake, the beauties of his home. As he discoursed, she recollected the area, how the changing light illuminated the alpine peaks covered with snow, the gardens cultivating intense blooms and palm trees, the beauty of the palaces adorning islands in the lake. Eventually the coffees grew cold. They continued to touch fingers, not actually holding hands, and now and then a foot might graze another foot. It was clear to both that attraction was potent and mutual. Terri remembered her husband, the conversation they'd had at lunch, marveled at the coincidence. Suddenly, she recognized she was sexually aware of this man, even infatuated with him. But being inexperienced at the art of seduction, she was ignorant of how to broach the subject, make her craving known to him. The best she could do was to gently stroke the back of one of his fingers with the tip of hers, lick her lips in anticipation of a possible realzlone amorosa.

Fortunately, Antonio had traversed this territory often. He recognized her short sharp breaths, noticed the increasing heartbeat in her carotid. He chose, correctly, to be bold. Trapping her eye within his own he confessed, "I tell you that you are more than beautiful, and desirable beyond words. I know here, in America, you may not be used to such bluntness, but I want to tell you I wish to make love with you. Will you allow me this bounty, will you be mine, Teresa?" During his speech, his dark eyes peered into hers, not allowing her to miss even a tittle of his proposition. 

She briefly bowed her head as the flush of her blood permeated her cheeks, breaking the stare, but then she hurriedly regained their joint stare, and said simply, "I would enjoy that. Shall we go to your apartment?"

Together they rose, retrieved their packages, donned winter coats. Placing her arm within the recess of his elbow, he led her out of the store. "Let us take my automobile," he suggested, "I will return you here, if that is acceptable."

"Lead me, then," she agreed. His late model sedan was reached, and he strode to the right side, opened the door for her and frankly examined the exposed calves as she sat. Then he was behind the wheel and they were departing the parking lot and driving along the main road paralleling the Allegheny. Wordlessly, he placed his hand on her knee, raising the dress above it and stroked the interior of her thigh through the silky pantyhose, a most impertinent gesture, but one that raised, if possible, the hunger that engulfed them.

Following a brief drive he turned into a condominium complex and parked. Again he paced to her side of the automobile, and she waited until he had opened the door for her. "I find myself excited," he announced. 

"And I am, as well," she agreed. Together they entered an elevator, and he pushed the button for an upper floor. As the carriage rose, he turned her until her back was to him, and she felt first the touch of his fingers on her mane, then the heat of his lips on her neck. Although they continued to be separated by the thick winter garments, she pressed her rump into his abdomen, further inciting their shared expectations.

The elevator opened, and he hastily led her through corridors until the door of his apartment was attained. After the portal was opened and quickly shut behind them, the couple clinched against the wall, their mouths together in the first sustained kiss, the torsos meeting in the formation of ecstasy. Her mink was joined by his cashmere overcoat on the floor, buttons and zippers were hurriedly disposed of. A breast was fondled through blouse and bra, her exploratory hand was thrust through his waistline and she suddenly became aware not only that was this man was handsome and well spoken, the tool that would be utilized was much more than adequate for the purpose. Most of the remainders of the clothing were chucked, uncaringly tossed to the floor or nearby furniture, and it was only when they were both down to panties and briefs – the bra remained snapped, but it no longer served it's purpose of supporting her breasts and he was nibbling at a nipple – that she begged, "take me to the bedroom."

As they cantered to the boudoir, the last remaining scraps of clothing were resigned to their resting place, and they reached the coverlet clothed only as their ancestors Eve and Adam had been. He drew the bedclothes down revealing creamy Egyptian cotton sheets. On this silken work surface she reclined, and he was soon half beside her, half on top of her. Once again a breast was within his mouth, the sensitive nipple being gnawed upon, and her hand encircled his rod. One of his hands descended first to her slightly rotund belly, then further through the thick thatch of her pubic hair and, finally, the gem for which he searched was attained. Briefly dipping his middle finger into the crevice for lubrication, he discovered the button at the head of her labia and started his massage of her tenderest area. At this level of excitement, it took no time for the kneading to accomplish the desired result and, with grunts and groans she reached her first orgasm of the skirmish. Antonio was proficient in the art, and by various changes in his strokes he kept her at the peak of passion. Suddenly his finger dipped into the dripping fissure and stimulated the supple walls of her tube. Still she bucked, but he was able to stay with her until he found the sensitive area at the roof, and then he drove her frenzy to even more elevated heights. Realizing there was yet more to this woman's enjoyment, he lowered himself between her legs, tonguing her labia, tasting the sweetness of her exudation, sucking, licking and biting at her clit. Teresa accepted the attention, reveled in it, came again and again, hard.

In any lovemaking, there comes a point at which a woman's orgasm approaches a point too intense for continuation. Did it take Antonio five minutes, fifteen minutes or even an hour to drive Teresa to this precipice? Neither could tell you, the small fact seemed unimportant. But, eventually, that juncture was arrived at, and the lovers shifted. Now it was Antonio who was on his back, leaning against the cherry wood headboard. Above him fluttered Teresa, anxious to please this man who'd bestowed upon her such rapture. She began by gentle kisses of his mouth, cheeks and ears. Then she traveled to his neck, nuzzling it. He lay there, his eyes closed, relaxed and enjoying her courtesies. With her lips she traveled downward along his torso, and her hands and arms massaged his limbs. Eventually she reached a point where her breasts lay to either side of his penis, and with her breastbone she rubbed it until she observed a subtle change in his facial expression. It was only then she felt free to move to the next phase.

Further she crept down, until her face was level with his penis, and she took it in her hands, supporting it as she licked first his testicles and then the length of his rod. She was ecstatic to realize her first impression of its hugeness was corroborated. It was easily an inch and a half longer than her husband's (and he was at least average sized,) and the girth was a full inch thicker. With great pleasure she anticipated this monster penetrating her nether region; but first, she desired to pleasure this new lover of hers.

She allowed the tip of his penis to penetrate her lips, then came to the realization this man had never been circumcised. A bit of the skin continued to adhere to the glans, but Teresa simply slid it down the shaft. When she did, she noticed a smile come to Antonio's face. It was then she took as much of his staff into her mouth as possible and utilizing a slightly oblique, rolling motion, she bobbed up and down on this instrument of delight, always rubbing the testicles with one or both hands.

During this delectable exercise, she tasted the sweet syrup that is a prelude to full explosion. And now, she was ready to torment this fresh courtier. Placing the tip of her finger at the rear of the testicles, she pushed hard, ensuring that no matter how much he needed to, he could not possibly convulse. And then she tortured him, stroking and sucking on the sensitive areas of his cock until he caromed nearly off the bed. 

Now she decided the time was ripe for culmination. Laying once again on her back, she placed two pillows under her rump, elevating the entrance to her sex and begged, "Please, come into me."

Quickly kneeling between her spread legs, Antonio pointed his extent towards the awaiting canyon, placed a hand on each side of the woman, and lowered himself unto her. Fully appreciating how his largess was sometimes too much for some women, he gradually impelled her, a bit of a time, seeking any sign of displeasure from her. But he received no such indication; she urged him on until he was fully immersed, their pubic bones merged. For her part, Teresa relished the feeling of having her womb completely filled, and when the enormity of his mace began to move in and out of her, the pleasant massage again instigated detonation.

Now, he played with her, permitting her climax to build and subside, at which point he stilled his own movements, allowing her to cool slightly. When her respiration revealed she was off the crest of her apogee, he began to pulse again, sending her once more into orbit. Again he stilled, and once again commenced his thrusts. By now, she'd fulfilled her requirements of passion, at least for the moment, and wanted him to peak. "Piu velocemente," she beseeched, and, giving into her encouragement, speeded his movements, bringing himself closer and closer to the edge until, with a huge gasp, he poured himself into her. A pause in his motion, then additional penetration, an intermediate gasp and deceleration, then once more, with all the gusto he could manage, spending his final drops into her with one last snort. He collapsed onto her, their driblets of sweat intermingling, her legs completely surrounding his thighs, her breasts compressed by his chest, both of them attempting to catch their breath.

In this pose the new lovers relaxed, until Teresa thought she might doze, this man still above her, the remnants of his hardness still buried within her passage. And then the miracle occurred – although his tool was no longer completely stiff there was enough rigidity to control, and once again he commenced in and out pulsating. Now, with the penis slightly deflated, she felt for the first time the pleasure of an uncut tool. The folds of skin pleasantly irritated the tender areas within her. Later she would compare it to a ribbed vibrator she'd once had. As they entwined, he rose on his elbows for leverage, and the couple kissed deeply, their tongues intermingling and mimicking the actions of their copulation. Within moments the stroking had it's desired effect, and Teresa wailed her passion once, twice, thrice more as the magnificent truncheon abundantly pervaded her fleshy core.




Will & Terri Ch. 02



Alas, all good things must eventually pass, and Antonio no longer retained the inflexibility required to continue the gleeful sport. He rolled to the side, and the two lovers rested for a moment, enjoying the peace. "The bathroom is there?" Teresa asked, pointing to a closed doorway.

Antonio nodded, and Teresa rose from the playing field and pranced to the toilet. In the powder room she relieved herself and with tissue removed secretions left over from the feverish toil. She also primped – her hair had been greatly abused, and her makeup was besmirched – before returning to the bedroom, where she found herself alone. 

She took the time to peruse the room; even though she'd been a resident for well over an hour, this was the first opportunity she'd had to examine it. The walls were an off-white, the furniture run of the mill, probably, she surmised, because he looked at the apartment as no more than a stopping of place in his life, not a home. The decorations, however, were more interesting. A photo frame displayed a large family gathered for a meal, Antonio was standing behind an older couple, probably his parents. A mahogany tray was filled with cufflinks, two rings and an extravagant pen. An oil on the wall, obviously original, depicted a balcony looking out onto a lake surrounded by alpine mountains, tropical trees in the foreground.

The main feature of the room was the picture window opposite the door through which the icy river was displayed. The wooded hills on the opposite side were ivory with the recent snow fall, the trees, even from this distance, were glistening with ice in the light of the late afternoon.

It was in this pose Antonio found her, her back to him, naked for all the world to see and yet unashamed of either her nudity or the transgression she and he were committing. "Amore dio, you are beautiful!" Antonio exclaimed. 

He displayed the tray for her inspection. It contained sustenance for the two of them, three cheeses of varying fawn coloration, fuchsia proscutto, huge crimson strawberries with their tops of jade, two champagne flutes and a bottle of Santa Margherita proseco, which he uncorked with a flourish. After pouring the wine, he gave a goblet to Teresa and toasted, "Dio la fa, poi li accoppia!" God makes them, then mates them. 

"Yes," Teresa agreed, "It does seem like fate that we met each other." Naked together on the bed, they fed each other, not only the food, but also their eyes. They continued their chat about Italy, reviewed highlights such as the capital city of Roma, the tawny hills of Tuscany, the effulgence of the Amalfi coast.

After sufficient delicacies were consumed, a refill of wine – and then another – were poured, the couple relaxed sitting on the bed, she between his legs, her back to his chest. This allowed him to play with her body, gently stroke a nipple, nibble at an ear. Curiosity was in the air, the question for both of them, 'Is this a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, or shall we continue the dalliance?'

"Your husband," Antonio asked, "what kind of a man is he?"

"It is humorous you should ask. I was just thinking of how excited he would be if he knew I was here with you. Many times he has attempted to arrange an intrigue for me."

"So you have had other affairs?" An impertinent question, yet she was not offended.

"Just three, simple bouts of passion. And you, do you have a wife you've left behind in Italy?"

"A woman who would attempt to live with me would run screaming away," Antonio confessed. "I left a girl, quite young and formerly a student, in tears when I accepted this assignment, but a permanent relationship would have failed; given three more months she would have realized that, to her sorrow. Since I have come here you are the first woman I have been with. And the first American. Based on you, all women in this country are superb lovers, much better than the French."

This pleased Teresa, to know she had provided him with a new experience. "You must develop a social life, discover the delights of Pittsburgh, the remainder of the country, while you are here."

"Of course you are correct, but I find I am in need of a guide. Everything here is so confusing. Would you be my companion?" From the tone of voice, the tenderness with which he held a breast, and, of course, from the intensity of the love-making they'd just shared, it was clear what he was asking of her. He wished her to become his concubine.

Teresa paused, just long enough to ensure in her own mind that this, indeed, was what she yearned, truly desired. Although she'd been in bed with other men since her marriage to Will so many years ago, she'd not honestly taken a lover, one who would provide a continuing erotic and yet cerebral relationship, and this was certainly what Antonio was asking for. And then in her mind she heard Will encouraging, 'It's all right; do what you wish.'

"I would be happy to escort you from time to time."

"And your husband, he will not object?"

"I feel sure he will be accepting."

They sealed their pact with a kiss, and then another kiss, which led to additional stroking of bodies, which in tranquil time led to coitus. For the next forty minutes, while the sun set over the river and the world went dark, the mistress coupled with her Lothario. A full repertoire was utilized, butterfly to perfumed garden to spooning. Teresa roared in nearly continual apogee, Antonio luxuriated in the atmosphere of aphrodisia until, at long last the woman beside him once again drew the hallowed elixir from his loins.

While gathering their breath, only the tips of their fingers touching, the lovers realized their time together was drawing short. Trips were made to the toilet, clothes gathered and donned, cell phone numbers exchanged, the drive was made to her automobile, still parked in the mall lot. Through it all, the couple continued to smile, in remembrance of the afternoon past, and in anticipation of trysts yet to come.

"Con te partirò," she lamented. Time to say goodbye. Both desired a final embrace, a passionate kiss, but the exposed locale denied them this final feat of flirtation. "Ciao!" 

"Fino a quel momento," he added. Till the next time. And she was driving from him.



****

The remainder of her evening was frittered in indulgences, a long bath surrounded by candles, attention to nails on her fingers and feet. It would have been impossible not to review the erotic adventure of the afternoon and, to her surprise, she hungered for further amorous attentions from her other lover. With twenty minutes remaining until he returned home, she lit candles, donned a particularly enticing sheer garment and poised herself on the bedroom loveseat with a bottle of wine and a tome of erotica, written, of course, in Italian. The Bocelli album, which she would always link with Antonio, provided a romantic accent.

When Will arrived he was pleasured by the tableau, and within moments the couple were entwined in passion. As marriage feasts are wont to do, the deed took less than twenty minutes, yet both were satisfied by the encounter. 

As they rested afterward, her brow encapsulated deep within the hallow of his shoulder, she wondered when, if not now, would be a good time to tell him of her new paramour, and her desire to take another man into her life.

But, before she could frame the words she wished to use, he asked, "So, did you get the rose?"