1 comments/ 43564 views/ 1 favorites Nina By: magichands I was out mowing the lawn when the phone rang. My wife, Lee took the call, and booked me for the same evening. She does that from time to time, usually she will call me in to take the appointment, but I was busy. With new clients, I really do like to talk to them personally, their voice will betray them, and let me have an educated guess how the session will go. This one was going to be a surprise! At the appointed time, the doorbell rang, I opened it to greet Nina! One glance and I knew I had my evening's work cut out for me, this was one BIG woman! She stood equal to my 6 foot frame, and easily 300 pounds. I don't mind at all working with heavy women, they are just people, and their bodies often need my attentions even more than the folks who are in good shape. So I simply ushered her in, and showed her to my massage room. I had a moment of hesitation, thinking about my table, but then I remembered why I had spent the extra dollars on solid oak framework! I had her fill out the personal form I require of all my new clients, she listed herself as married, and her main concerns were her legs. Now I understood that, too, people who are heavy tend to have problems with legs, just from the constant extra load. But she had written in "abdominal and groin spasms" in the "other" line, which I never saw before. Interested, I told her to lie face down, and gave her a drape, instructing her to cover herself to her own level of comfort. I left her to her privacy while I went to wash up. I stepped into the room, to be greeted by the largest fanny I had ever worked on! This was a BIG woman, there was no doubt. The towel I gave her was draped over her back and buttocks, but didn't reach far enough to cover her butt completely. I asked her if she was comfortable, she replied with a positive, so I dug in and went to work. Her legs were marvelous, the muscles were huge, and solid as a rock. I must have spent a good 30 minutes just on her feet and calves, as I finally got her to the point where she finally let go. I worked her legs out and back in some gentle stretches, then turned my attention to her upper legs. My mind was wandering, I noted that even though her butt was huge, she showed no sign of the lumps of fat so common to large women. I worked her upper thighs, darned if she didn't open her legs a spot, that familiar sign of acceptance. She had been quiet to this point, so I took a chance and began some conversation. I mentioned massage, how nice it was, a few lines like that, and only got a couple of murmurs in response. "I noticed you mentioned abdominal & groin spasms" I said, curious. She replied with another murmur, then a simple, "Yes." A bit lost, I rushed things a little, working out her shoulders and back quickly. Then I had her turn over. She managed with some difficulty, as I held the towel up to afford her some measure of modesty. "Relax" she said bluntly. "I am not bashful!" I almost giggled, that was supposed to be my line. Then she lay back, as I reworked her shoulders and arms. She seemed to almost purr, I worked my hands down, across her abdomen, then I got some lotion for the sensitive area that I knew she would have under the flap of fat on her stomach. I spread the aloe-vera lotion I use for this, it is both cooling and soothing, I especially like it because it is slick, which helps me get in there and lift the flesh. My hands were now brushing across the top of her pubic hairs, when I noticed she again opened her legs. Curious, I asked her again about the "groin spasms", she just told me that they happened almost daily. "may I check that area" I asked her pointedly, she replied, "Sure" and actually pulled her knees up and apart. I slipped the drape down a bit, exposing the upper part of her vaginal region. I noticed quickly that she was abnormal in that respect, this woman had a clit larger than any I had ever seen! It was no less than 3" long, and she was obviously excited. I allowed my fingers to slip down, then up alongside of her pussy, asking her if it was OK that I did this. She smiled, I noted the flushed expression on her face. So I ran several strokes, first one side, then the other, before I stepped to the foot of the table. Running both hands up her legs, I reached her clit, and allowed my thumbs to slip up and across her. She gave a jerk, and her clit grew another inch or so! "My God" I thought, "I have never in my life seen one like this!" Her clit stuck almost straight out, easily as long as my thumb, I have seen grown men with smaller penises! I reached down and stroked her, then I took her clit between my thumb and forefinger, and stroked her like I would stroke myself. She had spasms, all right! It was no less than 3" long, sticking out of her, hard as a rock! I felt the beginnings of a boner, damn! I rubbed and stroked, getting into it now, when I heard her voice, guttural. "Suck me" she said! I leaned down, and sucked her into my mouth, rolling the head of this enormous thing between my lips and tongue. Her body jumped and jerked, and I continued, until finally I felt a wetness in my mouth. My god, she had come in my mouth, I had a flash of though that this she was a he, but then I realized I had my fingers inside of her, it couldn't be. Untouched, I exploded in my pants, never before have I ever done that...... Finally, she was done, I relaxed and let her go, stepping up to rub her abdomen and breasts a bit more as she subsided. "WOW!" I thought. "Just what the hell was that!" I was brought back to reality by her saying, "Thank you." I managed a smile, and a "NO. Thank YOU!" Nina Mitchell inhaled deeply as he entered the apartment. Sandalwood and cigarette smoke swept into his stuffy nose. He sniffled and wiped a damp red towel across his face. Cold conditioned air engulfed him, sending chills down his body. What warmth there was in his wet shorts fled immediately. They went almost frigid, and he felt his genitals retreat accordingly. He shut the door behind him, toweling himself vigorously in an attempt to raise his body temperature. It was always a shock going from the cool apartment, to the sultry heat outside, to the soothing pool, back into the heat, and back into the AC. It was a wonder he hadn't gotten sick yet from the morning dips he'd been enjoying since moving in with Nina last weekend. She was straddling the arm of the sofa, swinging her legs, and sipping coffee. She was dressed in a grey Navy t-shirt several sizes too large for her and a pair of plain blue cotton panties. A wisp of cigarette smoke rose lazily from its source in the ashtray on the coffee table. Her wavy, sand-colored hair piled on her shoulders and draped between her shoulder blades. Continuing to rub himself all over with the towel, he strode towards her and lightly touched her bony, deeply-tanned shoulder. He brushed a long strand of hair from her face and kissed her on the forehead. "Morning," he said softly with a grin. "Afternoon," she replied huskily. Her deep voice contrasted with her frail body and eminently feminine face, with its high cheekbones and narrow chin. She said her voice was like that before she started her pack and a half a day habit. "Sleep well?" he asked and stepped between her legs. He pushed his waist towards her. She brushed her lips on the trail of brown hair running up his belly. The skin beneath the trail of hair was noticeably lighter than the rest of his body. He let the towel drop and land on her knee. "Ooh, it's wet!" she complained and pushed it to the floor. She leaned over and placed her mug on the table. "Sorry 'bout that," he said, still grinning, and kissed her on the top of her head. She ran her narrow hands with their prominent tendons down his cold damp shorts and up into the leg openings. She worked towards his clammy, shriveled penis, and squeezed it. It was so cold and little. He mmm'ed and tangled his fingers in her hair. She pulled her hands out of his shorts and deftly untied them. The strong Velcro fly tore open loudly when she pulled it apart. His shorts dropped to the floor, revealing a stark tanline around his waist, showing him to be morbidly white to halfway down his muscular thighs. His dick was swelling and when she felt his balls again she could feel that they were starting to descend. She took his still cold penis past her warm lips. It tasted like cock and chlorine. She sucked it all in and swirled her tongue around it. Quickly it swelled and grew too big for her coffee-heated mouth. He cooed, "Oh, baby," and brushed her heavy hair from her face. She didn't look up at him. She always thought people looked dumb when they looked up from that spot. He thought ladies looked good with his fat dick halfway in their mouths. She massaged his balls. She knew he liked that a lot. Her boyfriend didn't like that, but Mitchell did. Mitchell said that he got a lot of power from his balls. He said his soul came from them. He talked about them frequently. They were big and dangly and even when withdrawn still the sack stayed big like half baseball buried behind his dick. Her boyfriend's disappeared almost completely when he got aroused. It turned her on to hold Mitchell's balls. She had his soul in her hand. She lowered it and his soul followed, until it could go no farther. She squeezed the inside of his thigh. With the other hand she gripped his cock, now too big to get her hand around unless she squeezed it really hard, which she did. Its head swelled huge and purple, like a salty exotic fruit swollen with juice. She flicked her tongue against the tip, and indulged him with an upward glance and a smile. He wasn't even looking. He was staring straight ahead, breathing deep and slow, inhaling through his nose, exhaling through pursed lips like he was going to whistle. He looked to his left. The blinds on the patio door where open. Mateo, one of the Mexicans who maintained the apartment complex's simple landscaping, slowly made his way past the patio, waving a loud, gas-powered weed whacker back and forth. His attention was on what he was doing. She felt Mitchell tense. She knew why and smiled. She wrapped both hands around his superheated penis and pumped it vigorously, causing his hips to jut front and back and his nuts to swing. His balls began to rise again as she tugged more insistently. "The blinds," he muttered but didn't really care. Just let someone walk by and see him like that. He could die right then and it would be alright. He hardly cared about anything. Let the whole world see him getting jerked off by this beautiful woman. Let them take a picture. He could die right then and leave that picture as the sole clue to the man that he was. He could die right then knowing that's how the world would know him for the rest of time. And the little death began as she worked feverishly at his red and purple penis. She jerked it roughly with both hands. He was getting near. With his consciousness focused on one end, he pushed her hands away, and began stroking himself in earnest. She pulled her shirt off over her head. Her small brown, dark-nippled breasts flashed briefly in his fevered mind. She grabbed his ass and pull him closer. Throwing her head back, exposing her neck like a charmed maiden presenting herself to the vampire, she ran her hands up and down his legs, then brought them to rest. One hand held his soul, the other his ass. The climax came and erupted all over her chest, neck, face, and hair. He always came heavily with violence. He shook like he was having a seizure, growling "Oh God! Oh fuck!" again and again, as the hot semen shot thickly from deep within his being. He almost collapsed but he held himself together just enough to kiss her cum-streaked face, tasting his own seed. He bent to grab the towel and wiped off his dick. She grinned triumphantly, enormously turned on now. She'd soaked her panties and probably the arm of the sofa, too. She tore the towel from his slack grip and wiped herself off. She was heated now and couldn't help pushing her pussy down against the wide soft arm of the sofa. He grabbed her hair again, pulled her head back, and kissed her on the lips. Their tongues collided and fought each other wildly. He grabbed her biceps painfully and continued the rough kiss. He knew she wanted it now. That's why he was so attracted to her. He never knew a girl to get so turned on from jerking a guy off. She said it was because he came so hard and so much always came out of him that it turned her on and made her want to fuck like a nympho. She looked towards the open blinds and smirked. "I hope Mateo didn't notice," she lied. Mitchell chuckled. "Let's go back to the bedroom." He stepped back and held out his hand to help her up. "I'll grab something firmer," she said and grabbed his still-hard penis. "Careful there," he laughed. She held tight and slid off the arm and onto her feet. She kissed him on the mouth, let go of his dick, and spun him around. He complied. "Now march, sex animal." She slapped his solid, hairy ass as he stepped out of his swim trunks and made for the bedroom. She followed close behind, wiping Mitchell's cum off with her boyfriend's t-shirt. She didn't miss him at all. Steve probably wouldn't be back for at least three more months. His tour in Iraq had been extended against his wishes. As long as he was gone, she was free to do what she wanted. At least that's how she saw it. She knew he didn't see things the same way, but she didn't care. She was not a woman who allowed her life to be dictated by possessive men. That's not to say she didn't love Steve. She loved him very much. And she loved Mitchell, too, even though she just met him a few days ago. She fell in love with him as soon as she started talking to him. It was a Friday night. Bored and lonely, the lithe 29 year old decided to go to Riptide, her favorite bar by the beach. Her model-like stature drew predatory glances from men wherever she went. Most of the sharks at the bar were familiar to her. None of the males registered in her mind as anything other than a hungry pair of watery eyes with a dick and a pair of balls hanging somewhere below. "Hey, Nina, can I get you a drink?" one of the utterly boring dumbass regulars offered. "Corona," was her detached reply. She frequented Riptide out of habit. It was where she met Steve, though as far as she knew none of his friends hung out there. He was on a bar tour that night two years ago. Most bars disgusted her but she accepted socializing as a largely annoying, but necessary process. After all, she had become pathetically desperate from male company. She'd waited long enough for Steve. She had to satisfy her base animal needs. The guy eagerly turned to the bar and got her drink. He handed it to her. "So..." She walked away from him before he could say whatever stupid thing he was about to say. She pushed the lime into the bottle, stoppered the top with her thumb, turned it upside down, then back, and took a steady pull from the cold, sweaty bottle. She strolled towards the back of the bar. Idiots surreptitiously checked her out. "Have they no dignity?" she asked herself. One seemed to, though. A guy with a clean-shaven head and face sitting by himself at a small, round table at the back of the barroom. She caught his eyes and locked onto them. They were big and brown. She saw them slowly go up and down her body. The look on his face was one of detached appraisal. Keeping his gleaming eyes confidently locked onto hers, he lifted a bottle of water from the table and drank from it. He nodded nonchalantly. She sauntered over. "Mind if I sit down?" she asked needlessly. "I'd be honored," he said without a hint of ulterior motive. Mitchell introduced himself and they shook hands. He couldn't believe this smokin' hot babe just sat down with him. He'd been there for a little while not talking to anyone because he didn't know any of them and he wasn't one to just start chatting with people. He'd had a couple beers and was winding down since he had to drive home. And then Nina joined him. He changed his mind about leaving soon. This girl radiated sex, and he was horny as fuck. It'd only been a couple weeks since he'd last gotten laid, but he was blacked-out when it happened so it was more like six months since the last time. He was pissed about that last one, too, because he really liked the girl and he was moving so he wanted to bang her one last time before he moved a thousand miles away. Figures he fuckin' drinks too much and doesn't end up remembering what she said was a great lay. He'd been with her before and was sure it was a good one. He'd been wanting to tag her again for so long, but noooooo...he does and he can't remember it. That was done, though. He wasn't going to get wasted like that anytime soon. "Wait...what?" he asked when he realized she was talking to him. She was impressed with his relaxed demeanor. Most guys would be annoyingly hanging on her every word, but Mitchell just totally spaced out on her. Nina didn't lack in self-confidence but she hated to be placed on a pedestal. "What were you just thinking about?" she inquired. "Oh, nothing," he replied sheepishly. It was a crack in his cool armor. "No, you have to tell me," she pried as she polished off the rest of her beer. She clanked the empty bottle on the table and looked at him forcefully but not without a trace of a smile. "Need another beer?" He was grinning and looking around the bar. "First tell me what you were thinking about when you oh-so-rudely stopped paying attention to me." He took a deep breath and collected himself. "I was thinking about how before I moved down here I fucked this good friend of mine, and it was something I really wanted to do before I left and I got to literally live out a dream, but I don't remember it at all because I drank so much that I was blacked out when it occurred. It kinda bums me out, ya know?" Nina was shocked by his guileless frankness and sweet sincerity. She stepped out of her shorts on the way into her bedroom and left them on the floor. He turned to face her. His trademark devilish smirk was in full effect, as was his fat dick. She pressed against him, wedging his dick between their pubic bones, cruelly grabbed his lean ass, and engaged him in a passionate kiss. Then she pushed him backwards onto her unmade bed. "Scoot back," she commanded. He did as he was told, stopping when his head hit a pillow. "I can smell your pussy," he said hungrily. She replied with a grunt and straddled him. His dick entered her slickness with nary a sign of resistance. Arousal came easily for her because she didn't resist it. She slapped away his hands when he reached up to grab her tits. "Just lay there," she said and grinded against him. She felt the soft end tap her cervix and reveled in the deepness of his penetration and the sensation of his thickness. Few men filled her just right. She was wide and shallow, built perfectly for his stout, relentless dick. He didn't stab her painfully like Steve. She switched to an in and out motion. Lifting and leaning forward until he almost wasn't in her anymore. Sliding back down. Mashing herself against him. Rubbing left and right. Slowly up again. Despite her wetness she could still detect a faint and exquisite friction as his width gained a fraction of purchase on her slippery lips. She reached back and below and felt his balls. They were packed tight now. Pulled back like the slide on a semi-automatic pistol, about to explode a spray of gunfire that could bring both life and death. His eyes were scrunched tight, his mouth half open, his breathing erratic. She lightly slapped his face. He opened his eyes and smiled. "Look at me," she breathed, and increased the ferocity of her fucking. She wanted him to come. She was close. Sweat sheened her chest. His swim had washed away his deodorant and his unmitigated scent fueled her animal soul. She was partially supporting herself on her arms as she rapidly slammed and grinded. He defied her earlier command and put his hands on her ass. He thrust up to meet her pummeling pussy. They pounded their crotches together. The slapping sound sent them closer to the edge. Then she came unwound. Through gritted teeth she unleashed a long, low wail. His penis shot up her vertabrae, wrapped around her spinal cord, and came hot and thick across and within the folds of her convulsing mind. Time dripped down her back. Her insides exploded and collapsed. Everything went black. And he laughed. "That's what I'm talkin' about!" She was sprawled atop him. His dick was half-hard inside her. "Shut up," she gasped as their sweat and juices intermingled. He felt like his nuts were swimming in sauce. Their breathing became regular and synchronized. He hugged her tightly against himself and tried not to wonder about what would happen when Steve came home. He was trying to live in the moment. He envied Nina's ability to unquestioningly be herself. She wondered how long he'd stay. A hint of crowding insinuated itself into her orgasm-addled thoughts. She wasn't looking for another boyfriend. Just a lay that went on for a few days. She extricated herself from his embrace and walked into the living room to get a cigarette. He absently caressed his slimy semi-swollen penis and admired her slender profile as she stood naked in front of the sliding glass door, smoking. Sunlight glimmered in her flaxen pubic hair. She turned to drop the finished cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table. He smiled at her as if drugged. Her hand casually went to her breast as she watched him massaging his penis back to its full stature. She shook her head. "It's not like there's anything better to do, right?" He said, smirking. She reentered the bedroom and slid atop him. Nina Even as a very young teen male, I've always been curious about a woman's body. The way they smelled, the way they looked and then at about the age of 18 - 19 I was getting aroused by any female. I was sniffing my sister's panties or her friends when I had the chance. Their smell and the feel of the panties stirred something inside me to go and relieve myself with a wank every time. I wasn't really a naive child I've seen a woman's pussy, not first hand but in my dad's magazine's. I was glued to those magazine's every time I got them in my hands, I would steal someone's panties from somewhere it didn't really matter and one of my dad's magazine and go somewhere secluded for a wank. Some would consider me a pervert, even though I wouldn't hurt a soul, I just wanted to touch a woman's body. Even in college I would stay around late to watch the girls basketball team or even the cheerleaders in their uniforms. Just sitting they're thinking of how damp they must be or the musk I could just imagine. As I've known what some of them smelled like, as I would sometimes sneak into their locker area and take a good sniff of the aroma caused by them wearing them all day prior to changing for physical education and the whiff of natural pussy scent, and boy was I in heaven. Now I was 32 and still a virgin due to being so shy. I still went to my old college to watch and dream of the young women. God the things those nubile bodies had me dreaming of doing to each and every one of them as I watched each evening I stopped by. My body was in a hormonal turmoil till one day a girl finally touched my cock, it felt real good and better than I imagined. It happened one day like any other, when on my home from work I stopped to view the women doing their daily attractive sport routines. After watching for a while I was horny and needed some relief. I headed off towards the locker rooms and dodging a couple of coaches arrived at the shut doors to the girl's locker room. As I entered the locker room doors I thought I heard someone behind me. I stopped and looked around and saw no one and moved on to my destination. As I entered the locker room my nose was hit by the intoxicating smell of perfume and some female musk. I love the smell of young teen panties, as they don't use too much perfume or powder or something else to cover their natural scent. After sniffing a couple of that teen's used panties I was getting even more turned on. Suddenly I thought I heard the door open. I froze not knowing what to do. I've always planned things for this occasion but I was to weak in the legs to move, so I just stood there and listened, all was quiet. I thought it must have the wind. I carefully peaked around the lockers and looked all around even Laura the coach's office, nothing. So I was convinced it was the wind, so I went toward Laura's office and went toward her locker. She always kept it locked but I had been in there so many times I had found where she hid the key and opened her locker. I reached in and found her panties and lifted them towards my nose, awww the smell of a real woman and I'm starting to get a twitching in my cock. I closed my eyes and was about to take another whiff while dreaming of what she must look like in the flesh. Kevin! Yelled a familiar voice. I gulped and froze in terror. As I was opening my eyes I heard "What you think your doing?" in a nice but comforting voice. Feeling shame and terror I focused my eyes and saw it was Nina, Laura's daughter. Nina was a young teen (just turned 18) that worked out with her mom for fun at my old college. She was very pretty with those cat eyes of green, baby fat slim; trim body, brunette hair to the middle of her well-developed back. A little bigger than hand sized bust, and a perfect tight bubble sized arse. Now I am standing in front of a 4 foot 11 inch goddess with a huge boner, embarrassed and just when I was about to lie about my predicament she said, "I know what you're doing I've been watching you do this for almost a year, and liked your kinky explorer mind, but I didn't know how to confront you!" As I stood there, confused to what she had just said, Nina continued as she started moving closer to me "At first I thought you were an old pervert! Then as I watched you I notice between my legs was getting moist and felt an itching urge that needed attention." She was now stood about a foot away from me, face to face. I watched as her hand slid into her shorts, looking into those green hypnotic eyes and seeing her wicked smile, I got stage fright, and started to look down and went to move towards the door. I felt her small warm hand grab my arm asking, "Where you going, don't you like me?" Not looking at her I said "Yes I like you a lot. Its just I am scarred and nervous." She said, "Me too, you don't know how much?" but it just seemed right, as she slowly reached down and wrapped her delicate little fingers almost around my aching hard on in my shorts, feeling the tension shoot through me with that single touch. With the newly found little friend, and a touch of confidence, I proceeded to use my hands and rub them gently across the back of her legs, slowly inching my hands up until I cupped her firm round little arse. As I caressed her warm cheeks I said "I hope your dad don't mind me touching his daughter's arse and I hope he never finds out about me in your mum's locker." Nina said, "Don't worry I covered for you plenty of times so you wouldn't get caught! No one will ever find out." As she said this, the wicked smile came back as she dropped my shorts and gripped my hard aching cock tighter and told me she needed something to get rid of this urge I gave her. I moved my right hand round to the front and slipped it down inside her shorts trying to remember how it goes from what I had seen years ago in dad's video's and magazine's. I found and cupped her bald pussy as I searched for a place to insert my finger between her moist lips. As I explored, my finger slipped between her moist lips and as I started rubbing I must have hit her clit as she trembled hard and the lust in her green eyes grew and she kissed me hard and darted her tongue in out of my mouth for a couple of minutes. As she was kissing me she started rubbing my cock harder and tugging it at a faster pace. The feelings I was having were indescribable as nothing could express the pleasure all over my cock and the joy of rubbing her pussy with a similar motion to hers. Then when she was through kissing me she let go of my aching cock and gently grabbed my balls, which shot tingles of passion all over my body. Then Nina whispered in my ears, "Do you know how to lick pussy?" I said "Sure." in a not so sure tone. "Good" she said as she peeled her shorts off her firm young body and posed for me saying "Is this what you like, you like the panties? How do you like them on a woman?" My jaw dropped as my mind was working time with the willing vision in front of me. Then as she sat up on her mum's desk and spread her legs she said, "That's not all. I know you prefer older women's panties so I stole these from my mom." There in front of me was a wet bald pussy like I dream of, in a pair of damp crotch less panties. My mind was racing and heart pounding hard, as when I had my hand down her shorts I thought she didn't have any panties on, what with me being nervous and her skin silky like the panties. I didn't notice but I sure did now as I started to walk towards her she said, Kevin please hurry, I need you. I quickly got to my knees between her wide spread willing legs and took a good whiff of my first pussy and dove my tongue into it. I licked the outside lips to the inside sugar walls, lapping up all the moisture I could find. My jaws were sore and aching after 15 minutes or so, so I started to lick gently around her swollen clit without touching it. As I was doing this I reached up underneath her loose shirt to find her firm bust braless and started gently teasing and twisted her nipples. After a few minutes of this I felt her tense as she placed both hands on my head, pushing my mouth hard against her pussy. I immediately sucked her clit between my lips and started strumming it with my tongue as I twisted her nipples a bit harder and she screamed out."oh god I'm, I'm, I'm cumming!" While still in the shock waves of her orgasm I continued to suck and lick as fast as I could on her clit to get all the juice I could, causing her back to arch and legs to tremble until she kicked her legs straight and said "Kevin please stop! Oh oh oh let me suck you?" Hard as ever, after seeing and feeling her going through that orgasm on my tongue. I readily agreed as I stood back up and without waiting, she on her knees. She slid her hands up my legs and cupped my balls as she started licking my knob and started licking up and down the length before finally swallowing it. Feeling her lips and tongue at the bottom of cock as her nose pressed into my pubes was to good to be true. My legs began to shake as I felt my cock in a warm mouth and the feel on the knob as it hit the back of her throat and went down was to much. My legs started shaking uncontrollably shaking a lot harder and my arse muscles began to tighten as I felt my balls start to tingle and tighten. She went on a few more strokes and it was all I could take, I told her I was going to cum. She barely pulled my leaking cock out of her mouth and looked up at me with those sexy green eyes and licked the bottom of my cock, sending more fuel to the fire in my balls and my stomach folded a little and then tighten and then I shot my cum straight on her pretty face and in her mouth. Without another second to think, I felt her licking my still warm cum off her hand and my cock. Hearing a noise we hurried up and dressed and the main door heard swung open. I just stood there, not knowing where to run, there was someone coming. Nina said, "Quick hide under those two desks!" There were two desks back to back in the office, so I hid in the one that Laura didn't sit at, thinking it might be her and I was right Laura came in and said "Nina what you doing in here?" "Nothing mom just sitting her thinking that's all." Laura "Are you ok and what is my locker doing open?" I thought shit I forgot to close the locker. "I'm ok mum, I was looking for some aspirin that's all." Laura "ok run home while I get ready, ok?" "Ok mum." As I heard Nina leave I saw Laura sit in front of me at her desk in a loose skirt with her legs wide open and her panties showing. After a minute or so I started getting another hard on, as I smelt a heavenly musky aroma in the air emanating from Laura's pussy. I stayed deadly quite, hardly daring to breathe in my hiding place as I watched Laura get up and close the door to her office before moving from view. I heard her say to herself that it was hot and heard a lot of movement and strange noises before she returned to her desk and sat back down. I looked up and saw she had removed her panties and with her legs spread was giving me a lovely view of her neatly trimmed 42 year old pussy. What with the aroma and the view my recently drained cock went rock hard and started leaking as she pulled her loose skirt up with one hand while the other spread her moist lips and started rubbing her clit. As she got into exciting herself, I heard little moans now and then as she tried to keep the noise of her pleasuring herself down. She leaned back into her seat and rubbed here entire pussy making it swell and gape wide open showing me all the shiny wet pink insides. The aroma from her pussy was getting really strong and I slipped my hand down inside my shorts, as I needed desperate attention now. I started rubbing my cock slow and hard, trying to be quite, but wanting to get wild and careless. But cannot for fear of being discovered. I keep thinking about Nina's sweet pussy and thinking how much I would like to slide my cock in it. If only I had the chance to put it inside of her now, I would flood her pussy with my cum as I watched her mother teasing me with her fine trimmed stronger smelling pussy. I was bought back from my thoughts by Laura's moaning getting louder. She was rubbing herself harder and faster as she started to shake and moan even louder. I followed suit in forced silence and got a firmer grip of my cock in my hand as I started wanking really fast. I came all over my shirt with gritted teeth as Laura made one last really loud moan and stopped frigging herself as a trickle of pussy juice ran down between her cheeks onto her chair. After several minutes she got up changed and left me on my own as she turned off her office light and left. I licked her pussy juice off the chair and cleaned myself up as best as I could before leaving the locker room. I was thinking to myself "I will never forget this day." As I was walking away Nina caught up with me and told me "This isn't over I want your cock inside me tomorrow night at my house!" "What about your parents? I said. "There out till 2am and my cousin wants to watch and join in. She is very shy and has been waiting for me to get the nerve to do what I did." To be continued... Nina I was eighteen, off to my first year of college in a new town and even more excited to be out of my parents' house and on my own for the first time. I had made arrangements for a room off-campus since my application for a dorm on campus was floundering well down the waiting list. The student union was very helpful, providing a list of local homes renting rooms to college students. The first few I checked out were already taken or not suitable for one reason or another. I was getting tired of looking by the time I went to check out the accommodations in the home of Nina and Fritz, an older couple who lived close to campus. Fritz was home alone when I came to see the place. The house turned out to be nice and I could have a large room with its own en suite bathroom. The cost was quite reasonable and I took the place there and then. A few days later, I moved in. Fritz was not alone this time. He introduced me to his wife Nina. She was younger than Fritz, perhaps a little over fifty, carrying a few extra pounds very well on her ample bosom and fitted with a generous, heart-shaped ass. She was also a redhead and very good-looking for her age; perhaps I should say that she made her age look good. Nina and I hit off right away. She was good-humoured and pleasant, taking an unobtrusive maternal attitude toward me that was tempered by a flirtatiousness that was so subtle at first that I barely noticed at all. My classes began a few days later and between lectures, assignments and social activities with my new school friends, I spent very little time at my rooming house for a few weeks. Then of course I settled into a routine which balanced rest, work and socializing with the natural result that I found myself spending more time at home. The forgotten flirtation was resumed somewhat, though I didn't take it too seriously. I was young and into the campus dating scene. I was soon dating a girl steady. Just the same I knew early on that Nina was attracted to me. I soon admitted to myself that the attraction was mutual. I'd find myself stealing glances at my hostess as she did her household chores. My eyes would linger on her ass as she stood at the kitchen counter preparing dinner while I pretended to study or do homework at the dinner table. I'd ogle her tits as she leaned over to clear the dirty dishes after the meal. The girl I was seeing was not putting out, just teasing, and it had been months since I'd had sex. My frustration and my interest in Nina were increased by the frequent sounds of lovemaking that drifted to my ears through the house's old-fashioned air exchange. Fritz may have looked like a troll, but the old fellow evidently had the sexual appetite of a satyr. All too often I could hear the sounds of Nina and Fritz fucking, but these encounters seemed brief and it seemed to me that the majority of the groans of pleasure I heard came from Fritz. Nina could be heard grunting against the force of Fritz's thrusts but I rarely heard her make the sounds that a woman makes in the throes of an intense orgasm. Still, the sounds gave me a voyeuristic thrill and whenever I heard them going at it I became terribly horny. At first, I'd pull at my rod, imagining it was me with some girl from school, or the girl I was dating, but eventually I began to imagine that it was me in there with Nina. I would come unusually quickly over fantasies of Nina. In a way this seemed strange to me since I was a young man culturally programmed to admire youthfulness and slenderness. Nina was neither young nor slim. The charms of the older woman were working their magic on me for the first time. One Friday night, I returned to the house around ten o'clock, earlier than I intended and well in my cups. I was upset and frustrated. My girlfriend and I had quarrelled and broken up on the very night I thought I might actually get some sex. So I was horny too. Inside the house, all the lights were out except the main hallway, and stairwell to the top floor, which were always left on at night. I wasn't long in my room when I heard the all-too-familiar sounds of Nina and Fritz grinding away at each other. The sound echoed through the ventilation system right into my room. Oh, great, I thought. Here I was, half-pissed and horny as hell... this was just what I needed to hear right now. I decided to postpone going to my lonely bed, undressed and slipped into my housecoat, grabbed a drink and plopped myself down in front of the living room television, hoping to finds some distraction from what was going on upstairs. Even with the TV on I could still hear them rocking the bed for a few more minutes. The sounds faded quickly as usual and I tried to lose myself in a re-run of "Magnum, P.I.". A few minutes after that, I heard a sound behind me and turned around. It was Nina, wearing a housecoat over nothing at all from the looks of things. She smiled and said hi, passing through the living room to the kitchen. I said hi back and watched her intently as she walked around the kitchen. The alcohol I had consumed earlier had weakened my inhibitions considerably and I openly stared at her, searching the seams, folds and openings of her housecoat for any view of bare skin I could get. Nina was pouring drinks for Fritz and herself and since the glasses were on a tray, I guessed she was going to take the drinks up to their room. I wanted to walk into the kitchen and angle around to look down the front opening of her housecoat for a good view of her cleavage. I started to stand up and realized that I couldn't. God, I had a boner poking through the folds of my housecoat, a boner for my landlady, some thirty-odd years my senior! "Can I get you a–" Nina never finished that question. I was just thinking that I should cover myself up with a sofa cushion or something when she had spoken. My dumbfounded stare at my own erection must have looked comical and certainly drew Nina's gaze to my exposed penis at full-mast. How embarrassing! I was afraid to look up at my landlady; I knew she'd be staring. It was like one of those strange nightmares about walking around naked at the mall, only it was worse and it was real! Nina had put the tray down on the counter and walked over. I looked up at her helplessly, trying to keep some kind of dignity. She had a curious smile and her eyes were locked on my cock. She laughed softly. "It looks like you need a young girl to take care of you." The alcohol in my system and the obvious desire in her eyes made me bold to answer. "No," I said thickly, "I need a woman." Her jaw dropped in a pleasant shock as she realized that I meant her. I was on fire for her. I stood up and our eyes locked. I leaned in and kissed her on the lips and very soon she was responding. At last we let our hands rove over the bodies we had coveted for the past few months. Our passion was building quickly only, it seemed, to be extinguished by a hoarse shout from upstairs. It was Fritz wondering what was taking her so long with his wine. Only with difficulty did she manage to extricate her mouth from mine. She shouted back to him, "In a minute, Fritz!" She pulled away smiling, and whispered, "I'll come see you in a little while". She winked at me, still smiling, and turned to go back to the kitchen for the tray. This wouldn't do! I was too hot for her now, given a taste, I had to finish the meal, even if it got me kicked out of this home. Hell, even if it got me arrested! She started to walk toward the kitchen, but she did not get far before I acted instinctively. I reached out and pulled her back against me, manoeuvring her so that I could embrace her from behind. She was surprised but did not resist. I was holding her tightly, nuzzling her neck, nipping at her earlobes, meeting her lips with mine, and allowing my hands to explore her body while the strength of my arms restrained her against me. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure and closed and she let out a few soft, long moans that told me that she was enjoying this as much as I was, that she needed this as desperately as I did. My hands slid into her housecoat and cupped the naked breasts beneath. I massaged them and not gently, flicking my thumb over the hardened nipples, still holding her with my deep kiss. One of my hands pulled free of the housecoat and slid down to her waist, giving a little squeeze. I used my body weight to turn us both toward the sofa. When she felt it against her knees, she leaned forward and put her hands out to lean against the back of it, and knelt on the sofa in front of me. I was still leaning against her and now I was able to use my hands to grab the lower folds of her housecoat and pull them up over her back. My erection twitched as it now touched the bare skin of her ass for a moment, leaving a droplet of my glistening pre-cum. I leaned back to take in the sight for only a second or two before bending her forward even more to allow me access to her pussy and I pushed myself into her with a grunt of satisfaction. In a moment, she was grunting in unison with me. I was young and given over to my lust for this older woman and I'm afraid I gave little thought to her pleasure as I pounded my way to glory. This was particularly unfair because I suspected that Fritz went to little trouble to ensure her satisfaction. As it turned out though, I needn't have worried. Nina's grunts began to take on the sound of ecstasy with my own, and after only about a minute of hard, dirty sex, we were both coming. My pulsing cock was gripped in the matching convulsions of her powerful orgasm. The pleasure was so intense I might easily have failed to notice the squeal of joy that escaped Nina's lips. But Fritz noticed. The sound of bedroom door opening was followed by Fritz's voice. "Are you alright, Nina?" We pulled away from each other and the mingled juices of our joining erupted from her hairy pussy. "I'm fine, Fritz..." she said quickly, "I just... made a little mess, and Brent is helping me to clean it up... I'll be right up." She knew her husband well enough to know that he would not come down to help her clean up a mess. He was satisfied with that and closed the door. "See the little mess you made," she said, now standing to face me. There she was, a woman in her fifties, pretty if a little flabby, robe hanging open, boobs sagging slightly, her hairy pussy oozing with the semen of two men which was running down the inside of her legs. She wagged a finger at me as if I were just a naughty child. Obviously she wasn't planning to charge me with rape. But the look in her eyes told me that she did have a plan for me. I was still rock-hard in the presence of the older woman I'd so long coveted. She reached out and grabbed the head of my cock and pulled me to her for a long, wet kiss. She gave me another little pull and said, "I'll still be back to see you later." She went over to the counter and grabbed the wine glasses and with another wink, skipped up the stairs to her husband's bed. I didn't know then that I was beginning an affair that would last many years and lead to some of the best, if sneakiest, sex of my life. Nina AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is told from the POV of the main character. This is also an interracial story. WhiteGuyXBlackGirl. This story contains ravishment and may be disagreeable for some readers. * "Shhh. Don't scream." He whispers in my ear. His large hand covers my mouth while the other holds a sharp knife against my breast. The pointy tip teases the fabric of my delicate shirt. I am so scared. Slowly I hear the blade rip through the material. Cool night air sends a gentle breeze on my bare breast. Embarrassment flushes my face knowing that I shouldn't have gone braless today. The blade edges down my flesh. A strange ripple of fear chills my body. I can feel his warm breath in my ear getting heavier more aroused. Employees pass by while I watch desperate for help and so helpless. We are in the parking garage wedged in a dark corner where no one can see us. The light fixtures are broken on this level. My attacker, who is very strong, knew where he could get away with this. "The last car leaves. We leave." Short, impatient with his demands he never reveals his identity. I can't tell from his muffled voice if I knew this creep. The last car exits the parking garage, and he shoves me to start walking forward. Darkness makes it difficult to see what kind of car he drives or the license plate. Like a gentleman he opens the door to guide me in. He leers at my bare chest then slams the door. Fresh car scent mingles with the smell of his sweet cologne. He gets in and we exit the parking garage. "Fasten your belt." He pays no direct attention to my movement, as his eyes stay on the dark road ahead. His blue eyes never look at me through the black ski mask. He doesn't notice that I only half way fasten my seatbelt. I am planning to get out of this alive if possible. "Where are you taking me?" I ask him holding the confidence in my voice not to reveal any fear. Deep down I am very afraid of what's going to happen to me. He says nothing, gripping the steering wheel with both hands, and eyes fixed on the road. He reaches over. I flinch thinking he wants to touch me. I shiver again; instead he reaches the knob on the radio then turns the station to music. At the moment I try to enjoy what's on the radio solely because it could be the last song I'll ever hear. The road up ahead darkens the further we drive along. Street lights are out, trees surround us, and there are a few dim neighborhood lights in the distance. A spark of recognition hits me as I realize this is my neighborhood only that it's another entrance to get here. There's a red light approaching and I stare at the door handle. We stop. Out! Out Now! A rush of bloody adrenaline strikes me in the gut, when I reach for the door handle. My heart leaps with me, as the door opens. I shout over the blaring music that's echoing through the neighborhood streets. I stumble out of the car just a little bit. "HELP! CALL THE POLICE HELP ME!" I wonder if anyone can hear my screams in the dead of night over the loud music. Suddenly, a burning twist sears my scalp. He yanks me by the locks back into the car, with my face dangerously close to his. He breaths down my cheeks, holds my hair tight in his fist. The light turns green and we are off still with my hair in his grip. My hair feels as if it's been uprooted painfully from my scalp. He releases his violent grip on my hair I'm let loose back in the passenger seat. "Close the door. Now!" I obey him immediately. The doors automatically lock. His hard fist connects with my cheekbone, my brain rattles at the shock of the blow. He does it again, striking me in the side of my temple. Blurry, everything blurs. The street lights seem to be getting brighter while everything else starts to fade. The last thing I remember, the car came to a stop and those baby blue eyes were staring straight into mine. *** A migraine beats me over the skull, putting pressure on one side of my head. It feels like a day after a Saturday night, all hung-over and heavy on my couch. Ceiling fan lights overhead make me wince; the light is too painful for me to look at. Leather sticks to my bare skin, familiar leather. The unique scent brings me safely back home in my mind. It reminds me of my living room. The room is fuzzy I can recognize the familiar shapes such as the large vase that sits near the fireplace. The whir of the ceiling fan overhead. My house! This is my house! My eyes adjust to the lamplight; I can see a figure sitting across from me. It is all a little blurry. I ease around not moving too fast, I feel an onslaught of pain twist in my head. I groan shifting around on my couch. Confusion confronts me. I feel that my arms are positioned in front of me. I feel my fingers move, but my wrist are stiff as a rock and numb. I try to pull my wrist apart, something is keeping them together. My feet feel the same as my hands. I look down to see my hands and feet are bound together. My breasts are still out in the open for him to see. "Nina." He says my name, I focus my vision to him sitting in my recliner relaxing, rocking back and forth. He has unmasked his face and I feel a mix of shock, despair, and a slight form of guilt. He smirks at me enjoying the sight of me bound and my nipples at attention. "Finally you are awake." He plays with the blade that held me in fear earlier, grooming his nails with it. "How in the fuck..." "You are asking the wrong question. Ask me why in the fuck I am doing this. I can give you a better answer." The smile on his face fades as he keeps watch on me. "Why in the fuck are you doing this? Couldn't handle a lay off?" I get smart with him. Never in a million years did I expect him to do this to me. Maybe I deserve it. I fired many people in my day and I never ended up in this kind of predicament ever. "I am handling this just fine. My wife on the other hand, not so much." I detect resentment. "To hell with you when the cops show up." "You see therein lies the problem. I am not going anywhere. I can simply leave you here like this to rot and piss yourself." He gets up out of the recliner making his way towards me with a smug look on his face. "Fuck you Nick." "Feisty! Of course, that's why I came here directly to speak with you." The way he brought me here and seeing that I am all tied up I doubt that he wants to just talk this over. "Why are you here then? Revenge?" I figure this much. Where I work it's business as usual I expect people to move on not harbor dangerous feelings over a lost job and other situations. "Maybe, maybe not. I came here to get my job back, Nina. Give it back and I won't have to take something away." He threatens me as he leans in to stroke my face with the cold steel blade. Sweat drips down the sides of my aching head. "I can't just give you your job back. What's done is done. Now untie me or..." My cell phone interrupts us as it vibrates on the coffee table. Nick picks up the phone then looks to me with a devious smile upon on his face as he reads the caller ID. I look at the caller ID and I want to shit myself shamelessly. It's Jerry. Please don't answer it. "Jerry...the intern?" He hits the answer button, and presses the phone against my ear. I listen for a moment, Jerry keeps saying hello on the line. "Answer him." He says lowly. Harder he presses the phone to my ear. "Hey, Jerry... Yes I'm home..." Nick listens intently to my conversation and raises a brow. I hold back from telling him that I am in imminent danger. "No, not tonight, I am tired," Nick signals me to cut the chat short. "Sure ok, I'll see you at work tomorrow." The call ends, abruptly, and he throws my phone back on the table. "I wouldn't make guarantees like that. You know I am wasting my time asking for my job back now that I see where this is going." "What the fuck are you talking about Nick?" "You fucked an intern into my position at work?! Out of all people you picked Jerry! You are fucked up, more than I am!" Louder his voice is full of anger. Rage, I can see it in those beautiful blue eyes of his. I am not accustomed to see people this emotionally upset. Seeing him this angry frightens me. "You could have easily slept with my assistant she would have been glad to blow you just like all the other women at the office." He shuts me up quick with a hard slap to my face. It stings so bad the only thing I can do is squirm in pain. I wince and clench my sore jaw tight. "You fucked him right into my position, now I am going to fuck you in a position." Panic tugs at my mind. I don't want him to do this to me. I try to plead with him, as he picks me up from the couch. "Wait! You can have your goddamn job back! You can take everything else back too!" I am weak in his strong arms. He tosses me over his shoulder. I look down to see the floors as the blood rushes to my head increasing the sensation of my migraine. "You know Nina, we worked together for thirteen years," he walks around the house. I am not sure where he is taking me. My head hits the wall. At this moment I would choose to take a bullet to the head to ease this headache. Isn't there something to ease this fucking situation? "But you threw it all away for that young graduate right out of some fancy fucking university. Jerry. Fuck him!" Nick keeps walking through the house. I assume he is looking for my bedroom to finish the deed. He slaps my ass and I groan at the sting. "I had a thing for you before I got married. I wondered what it would be like to date such a successful cutie like you." Smack again his hand meets my ass. The delicious sting of his hand on my ass sends a jolt to my core. "The other pretty girls in our office annoyed me, but you are the only black girl there. You turned me on from the first hello." The door to my bedroom swings open as he kicks it in. It slams against the wall and I see darkness. "You can have the fucking job back you shithead!" He ignores me, throws me on the bed, and searches for the light in my room. "Quiet! I am sick of you lying to me. Why don't you regain your sanity back, go back to being a sweet girl. Not a bitch." "Whatever you want!" Pain erupts in my jaw. I can't speak anymore I don't even have the energy to talk myself out of this. I can see him better as he turns on the light in my room. He reaches for the zipper on his jeans. The stir of his zipper travelling down his jeans has me frightened as I watch him undress. His pants drop to the floor, next he lifts his dark shirt over his head. The ripple of his hard sculpted abs makes me blush. Nick, naked in front me has me feeling all kinds of mixed emotions. I take in his lean arms, his clean smooth chest, and my eyes shift lower. I can see he is very aroused, his hard cock standing upright in a curve, the head swollen and red. Down below he is smooth, clean shaven. My fear excites him fully; his revenge has turned him into a figure of assault. I want to scream out, but who would care? No one is going to save me I can only endure whatever he gives me. My bound hands and feet grow tired, I want release but I doubt that he would let me go. He takes his thick hard shaft in one hand and starts to stroke as he takes in the sight of me helpless. The pleasure is building up on his face, he looks very relaxed. His cheeks are slightly red, and his breathing is slow and steady. I don't want to take his thick shaft inside me. I am not ready for him. I am not in the least bit turned on; not feeling free has me scared. "I'll untie you. But if you try anything you won't be going to work tomorrow morning, you'll be seeing a dentist." He threatens me. I obey simply because I don't know what he is capable of at this point other than fucking me senseless for his job. I nod in agreement as I give in to him. He starts to untie my wrist. For a moment it feels good they are free. The numbness goes away my hands tingle feeling warm again. Bruises and rope burn leave their mark on my skin. He takes my beaten wrists in his hands positioning against the wooden frame of my bed, and restrains me once more. It's weird how being tied up like this hurts, but at the same time I feel a conflict of interest. It feels as if this is alright, to let go, to let him do as he pleases with my body. To give me the fucking I deserve for doing him wrong. No matter what he is going to win at this rate. His soft warm hands trace the flesh of my thighs and he teases me by going up a little further then coming to a stop. He uses both hands to pry my thighs apart. I feel shameful I blush knowing that he can see my panties. I hate him for this. Slowly he rolls my panties down over my thighs. I feel my pussy being exposed. The material slides off down from my thighs and over my calves then down to my ankles. The look on his face is so foreign to me, this perverse expression. My panties are tossed aside on the bed and he spreads my legs further eyeing my wet snatch. "I'm debating if I should taste you or fuck you first. You look good enough to eat down there." One finger plays with my hot moist slit, up and down he traces my juice from my asshole back to my clit. I jerk my hips away as he tries to continue to rub my swollen pussy. I feel so sensitive down there his touch magnifies the throbbing sensation of my clit. He takes two fingers and rubs my clit in a circular motion that drives me up the wall. I yelp like I am in pain but more of discomfort, and pleasure at the same time. My breaths are becoming more intense more heavy as he starts to stroke my throbbing clit a little faster. Our eyes meet I can see he is delighting in the fact that I hate him for what he is doing to me, he knows this. "Does Jerry tease you as good as I do?" He leans in breathing in my ear, his hot breath and hands are taking me closer to the edge of release. The depth in his voice is like ice water being poured on me. Callous, cruel, and caressing my sexual mental state all at the same time. I look down and I can see how wet his fingers are from me being turned on. My clit is pulsing dangerously for me cum. I want to cum so bad. I have to. "No!" I shout. He rubs me with speed and I groan knowing what's next. "Does he make you cum like I do?" As soon as he asks me this a hot heavy release washes over me. I jerk my hips off the bed my back is high in an arch. I wish I could desperately pull at the bed sheets. I want to grab hold of something, anything at the moment. He continues to play with my hard clit and another orgasm hits me like lightning. "Fuck!" I cry out. He laughs evilly at me. My eyes are shut, I can see stars flashing. With one hand he pushes my body back down on the bed, while the other delves into my slick warm channel. I tighten around his entry, as he goes in deeper to explore my slippery walls. His finger presses against the one spot where I know I won't be able to recover for the night. "Please not there Nick. No don't. Anything but there." "How about I use my cock to hit that spot in all the right places?" He withdraws his soaked glistening fingers to his mouth, and tastes me. "No. I am done. Enough. Please." "I haven't had enough. I'll know when to stop." He gives my right nipple a hard pinch, and I scream out. He twists it in his fingers and releases it. It hardens from his painful touch. He grabs my breast, sucks it in his mouth. I close my eyes again, enduring his sexual torture. His tongue circles my nipple, playfully making me submit to him. He knows I like my nips sucked. "Does Jerry like to suck on these nice chocolate titties? Does he appreciate them like I do Nina?" "No!" "Exactly." Nick lifts his face from my chest. "Fine you are hired back first thing tomorrow morning, you can have your office space back, you can have your badge. You can even..." My jaw still aches. Two of his fingers enter my sore mouth. I don't taste bad at all but Nick is such a rude fucking bastard. "You talk too much. Be happy it's not my cock in your mouth." I try to spit them back out but he stuffs them back in. I muffle a string of curse words at him. He finds it amusing seeing me angry, helpless, nothing I can do about it. Nick is ready to take what he wants now that he is resting on top of me. My legs are shaking from the orgasm he gave me before I can't seem to stop. I can feel the tip of him resting at my slick entrance, waiting to be filled, wanting to be satisfied. I know the damage he can do with a dick of his size, and the pleasure along with it. The head of his cock meets resistance as I can feel myself tighten up with so much tension. Both of his arms are beside me supporting his weight. He rocks himself back and forth letting the head play with me. "It's been a good while since you got fucked really deep. I know Jerry is no substitute for me. You'll forget about him in a moment." "Get it over with then... fine." I accept and relax myself. To my surprise he enters me with ease. I can feel my pussy stretching to accommodate his hard thick length. He fills me completely, as he pushes deep enough to the limit. I contract around him. it feels so good being full. He decides to pull out of me and leaving me to want more of him. He enters me a second time only a little harder, to hit my secret spot. The tip of his cock pushes on it sending jolts of pleasure through my back, my ass, my breast almost all over my body. Nick withdraws himself then slams into me hard. I cry out of sheer pleasure as he does it again, to gain a steady rhythm. His thrust are hard, rhythmic steady and pushing on my sweet spot. Jerry never gets it right. Oh god I love what Nick is doing to me ramming me deep. The bed shakes, squeaks to the motion of his hard deep thrust. I want to break free my hands to hold him, to have his body held against mine. The wet squelching sound of my pussy sounds so delicious. Beneath me the sheets are soaking in my juice. I can feel another build up, only this time the pressure is deep in my core. Nick groans louder as I tighten my slick walls around him. I am close but not there. "Fuck, I want to cum inside you." At this point I don't care. Deeper he pounds me. Each time he drives in me deeper I tighten my pussy harder around him. Nick groans, and lets a stream of his hot load coat me inside. As he is done with his release I follow shortly after him cumming around his spent cock. I hate that he is right about all of this. Nick collapses on top of me, breathing heavily. "Oh... my... God..." I say feeling stunned. "Shhh! Don't... say... anything..." Nick can hardly speak himself. "Fine. You get your job back; you get the keys back to the office and the house. You get your old car back everything. I am so sorry I fucked up." He presses his finger against my lip. "Shhh! It's not the first time you have made a mistake honey." "But I cheated on you, I was angry. I was angry you were getting promoted... leaving me behind and...." "Shhh! Just let me enjoy this. Fuck Jerry." "This wasn't really about the job was it?" "Right... you knew that. You can be such an irrational bitch at times." "But you hit me. That fucking hurt Nick!" "You cheated on me and gave my job to some brat. I needed to show you. Scare you. Show you how you fucked up bad." "Fine. You are hired first thing tomorrow morning you can have all of this back. I am sorry." He seems to feel satisfied, Nick doesn't say another word. He is sound asleep. I have to wait to be untied by morning. I know I am going to be sore all over. He will take me one more time. I am his. The End Nina Din motive tehnice, am fost nevoit să înlocuiesc liniile de dialog cu semnul egal. Îmi cer scuze dacă acest aspect impietează asupra lecturării textului. Întâmplările descrise fiind reale, am avut mare grijă să omit anumite date și fapte, schimbând, totodată, numele personajului. Nina Înaltă de vreun metru șapteșcinci, cu un păr șaten închis, cu o piele albă, de zici că-i străvezie, cu ochi căprui, un nas drept, frumos format, iar gura cu buzele senzuale te face să ți-o ia mintea cu porcul... Ca să te apuce nebuneala și mai rău, n-ai decât să-ți cobori privirile spre bustul ei, unde dai peste niște sâni bine formați, dezvoltați, dar suficient de fermi, încât să nu aibă nevoie să poarte sutien. Abdomenul este plat, iar fundul și picioarele sunt de nota zece cu plus... Asta este Nina. Ne-am cunoscut la un ceai, ea însoțită de un tip, iar eu cu o tipă... A fost suficient să dansăm de două ori împreună. Prima oară ne-am comunicat, reciproc, că partenerii noștri sunt doar ocazionali, iar a doua oară am făcut, discret, schimb de numere de telefon. Am fost suficient de decenți încât, fiecare dintre noi, să plecăm cu cel/cea cu care am venit. Ca și coincidență, neplăcută, atât partenerul ei cât și partenera mea, au cam luat-o pe ulei, așa că a cam trebuit să ne cărăm, fiecare, perechea. Cum ea a fost cea care a plecat prima, am ajutat-o să-și care omul până jos, la taxi... Tipa cu care eram, beată dar nu din cale-afară, chiar m-a luat la mișto: = Ai ajutat-o să-l care pe ăla la el acasă, ca să se poată și ea duce la ea acasă și să se facă gigea pentru tine!... = ...?... = Hai, măi, ce, crezi că nu m-am prins de șușotelile voastre?!?... Oricum, beată, beată, dar ambițioasă fata -- mi-a cerut, la plecare, s-o conduc la ea acasă, întrucât nu vrea să-mi strice ploile... Cum mie oricum nu-mi place să fac amor cu femei bete, m-am conformat. De altfel, a fost și ultima dată când am mai întâlnit-o. Oricum, ne știam doar de vreo săptămână... Ajuns acasă, mă culc, fericit că a doua zi, fiind duminică, pot dormi mai mult.... Dimineață, pe la nouă, sună telefonul pe care, ca prostul, am uitat să-l pun pe silențios. = Da! = Bună, știi cu cine vorbești? = Ținând cont de faptul că este duminica dimineața, ora nouă, nu poate fi decât o persoană care tocmai ce m-a cunoscut și care nu știe că eu, duminica, dorm până pe la unsprezece, așa că... da, Nina, știu cu cine vorbesc. Se face o liniște pe fir, de toată frumusețea. În sfârșit, se hotărăște: = Uite, dacă vrei, te las să mai dormi și... te sun după unsprezece... = Fii serioasă! Acum, dacă m-am trezit, salut! S-a dus somnul! Ce faci? = ... Ținând cont de faptul că este o dimineață superbă, mă gândisem la o plimbare în parc, dar, dacă ești somnoros, o lăsăm pe altă dată... = OK! Facem altfel. Ce zici dacă te invit eu la o plimbare în parc? = Parcă dormeai! Tipa, e clar, s-a ofuscat că i-am reproșat că m-a sunat, așa că acum se răzbună... În fine, nu țin s-o supăr, că doar am alte gânduri cu ea: = Uite, putem merge să ne plimbăm cu barca, ocazie cu care, dând la vâsle, sigur mă trezesc... = Unde? = ... Ar fi două alternative: dacă e să ne plimbăm cu barca, apoi, agale, să mergem la mine, mergem aici, aproape de casa mea, însă bărcuțele alea de fibră de sticlă seamănă mai mult cu niște ligheane și nici lacul, cum știi, nu e mare brânză. Dincolo, încă mai au bărcile clasice de lemn, cam obosite, e adevărat, însă sunt bărci adevărate, iar lacul, normal, e lac, pe bune... Se lasă liniștea... Întreb: = Alo! Mai ești pe fir? = ... Da, mă gândeam... = Și? = Uite, mergem să ne plimbăm cu o barcă adevărată, apoi mai vedem... = De acord! Stabilim să ne întâlnim, apoi, în marș forțat, pe la zece suntem deja în barcă. Știu eu cum e. Dacă vii mai spre prânz, ai de așteptat să se elibereze o barcă, până te plictisești... De data asta, Nina nu mai este în jeanși, ca aseară, ci într-o fustiță destul de scurtă. Știind că urmează să ne plimbăm cu barca, mi-e clar că fata vrea să se laude cu picioarele ei arătoase. Zi de vară fiind, fata nu poartă dres și nici măcar șosete, așa că pot să-i admir inclusiv cartofiorii... Lucrând într-o întreprindere de comerț exterior, mi-e clar că știe să-și expună marfa... De altfel, sigur involuntar, am reușit să-i văd și chiloții -- albi, gen sită... Deh, cum spuneam, e vară. Cum, deja, ora este pe sfârșite, dau să vâslesc spre debarcader. Mă roagă să ne mai facem veacul în barcă încă vreo oră... Nu-i bai! Dintr-una într-alta, aflu că a absolvit filologia, iar locul de muncă din București se datorează pilelor părinților. Oricum, s-a adaptat și-i place... Oprim la o terasă și lingem câte o bere, apoi luăm un troleibuz și ne întoarcem în centru. Ajungem la mine pe la două. Înainte de a urca, Nina-mi spune: = Să n-ai cine știe ce așteptări din partea mea... Nu comentez. Prefer să rămân filozof. Aduc o sticlă și două pahare: = Dacă tot am băut câte o bere, acum sigur merge vodca asta!... Râde: = Vezi să nu mă îmbeți!... = Lasă, că ne-o fi ajuns, la amândoi, întâmplarea de aseară... Apropos, cum te-ai descurcat cu omul? = ... Noroc cu șoferul, că m-a ajutat să-l car, că altfel cred că-l abandonam pe trotuar... A mai și făcut pe el, nenorocitul... = Sorry, dar unde l-ai găsit?... = ... Dacă-ți spun, o să zici că nu e adevărat... = Ei, hai, deja mi-ai stârnit curiozitatea!... = ... Maică-sa și cu maică-mea lucrează în aceeași instituție... = Hai că-i tare!... Și maică-ta ce-a zis? = ... Nu i-am spus decât că nu-mi place de el... = Poate că-i mai bine așa... = ... Și tu? Cum te-ai descurcat? = La mine a fost mai simplu, era ea beată, dar se ținea pe picioare... = Chiar m-am temut, dimineață, când te-am sunat, gândindu-mă că poate ai adus-o la tine... = Ce s-o aduc, că imediat după ce am revenit, după ce te-am ajutat cu omul, a început să mă toace, mărunt, mărunt, că s-a prins că s-a întâmplat și altceva în timpul dansului... = ... = Mi-a cerut s-o duc acasă la ea. Oricum, eu n-am de gând s-o mai caut!... = ... Sper că... nu din cauza mea... = Fata mea, n-am cunoscut-o decât de săptămâna trecută, iar ea, hodoronc-tronc, merge la petrecere și se îmbată! Nici măcar n-am apucat să facem, vreodată, sex!... Face o pauză, destul de lungă, apoi mi se uită în ochi: = Apropos de sex, vezi că și cu mine ai o problemă!... = Hait! Hai că mă sperii! Nici măcar nu ne-am sărutat, încă, iar tu-mi vorbești de probleme sexuale!... Râde, pricepe gluma. Totuși, m-a făcut curios: = Hai, zi-mi, despre ce problemă e vorba?... Mai gustă un pic de vodcă, apoi mi se uită, iarăși, în ochi: = Mă crezi, sau nu, dar la vârsta asta sunt... încă virgină!... Prima replică ce-mi trece prin minte este că problema în sine are o rezolvare foarte simplă. Nu dau pe goarnă așa ceva... Mi-e clar că fata, dacă a rămas virgină până la vârsta asta, are ceva probleme la mansardă... = Înțeleg că-l aștepți pe Făt Frumos, călare pe calul cel alb!... = ... Nu-i vorba de asta... = ...?... = Am încercat, de câteva ori, dar m-am crispat atât de tare, încât n-a ieșit nimic... Nu zic nimic. Iau paharul de vodcă și-l dau pe gât. După vreo două minute de pauză stânjenitoare, mă hotărăsc: = Nina, hai s-o luăm metodic. În primul rând, aș vrea să ne mutăm pe pat... Zis și făcut, mă ridic, o ajut și pe ea să se ridice, însă n-o duc direct în pat. Mai întâi o îmbrățișez. Stăm așa, îmbrățișați, vreo cinci minute, doar legănându-ne ușor, în ritmul muzicii. Vreau s-o las să se obișnuiască cu mine, cu îmbrățișările mele. Totodată mă felicit că am avut ideea să o servesc cu vodcă -- sigur o ajută să se detensioneze... Mă aplec la urechea ei și o întreb, șoptit: = Poți rămâne la mine până dimineață? Urmează, din nou, o pauză destul de lungă. În sfârșit, se hotărăște să-mi răspundă: = ... Trebuie să dau un telefon, să-i anunț pe ai mei... Mă desprind din îmbrățișare și-i fac un gest, de invitație, spre telefon. Ezită: = Nu, nu acum, am destul timp, până diseară... = Cum vrei. O simt ezitantă, însă, până la urmă, se hotărăște: = Auzi, dar... tu n-ai de gând să mă săruți? Răspunsul meu vine prompt. Îmi lipesc buzele de ale ei, apoi, gentil îi întrepătrund buzele cu limba. Mă primește, mă întâmpină, arătându-mi clar că a mai făcut treaba asta. Hai că suntem pe drumul cel bun. Mă întrerup și-i spun: = Să știi că am de gând să-ți fac mult mai mult de atât!... = ... Adică? Iar nu-i răspund verbal, ci îi duc o mână la sân. Închide ochii și-și lasă capul pe spate... Sunt debusolat. Ori n-am ajuns eu la punctul în care s-o fac să se crispeze, ori fata a dat numai peste nepricepuți. Fără să-i iau mâna de pe sân, îi dau părul de-o parte și-mi înfig limba în urechea ei. Este surprinsă, dă să mă împingă, apoi se controlează. Mă lasă. Geme. Mă întrerup, apoi, uitându-mă în ochii ei, încep să-i deschei nasturii de la bluză. Coboară privirile, apoi închide ochii... O ajut, lejer, să-și dea bluza jos. Imediat o îmbrățișez și o sărut, apoi, ușor, mă aplec și-i iau sfârcul în gură. Se cabrează, însă mă lasă... Trec la etapa fustă -- i-o deschei, apoi îi cobor fermoarul... Altceva nu mai trebuie să fac, întrucât fusta îi alunecă pe coapse și aterizează pe covor. O ajut să pășească, apoi mă aplec și-i ridic fusta, așezând-o acolo unde se află și bluza... Iar o sărut, o îmbrățișez, iar cu mâna mă joc și cu celălalt sân, pe care, până acum, l-am neglijat... Cred că a sosit momentul dialogului: = Nina, uite cum stau lucrurile... Sunt bărbat și, normal, deja m-am excitat ca dracul! Asta însă nu înseamnă că am de gând să te forțez în vreun fel! Tot ce facem, dacă facem, o facem de comun acord. Bine? Dă din cap că da... Cobor amândouă mâinile și-mi bag degetele mari pe sub elasticul chiloților. Se crispează, așa că trebuie să insist: = Fata mea, tocmai ce ți-am spus că nu facem decât ceea ce vrem amândoi. Se desprinde de mine și se așează pe marginea patului, aplecându-se să-și descheie baretele de la sandale. O dată rezolvată problema sandalelor, se ridică și-și dă jos, singură, chiloții. Mi se uită în ochi: = Am depășit demult vârsta la care să fiu îmbrăcată și dezbrăcată de alții!... Zâmbesc, apoi trec și eu la dezechipare, lăsând-o să-mi admire bărbăția... Sunt deja cu ea sculată, beton! Mă ia de mână, așezându-se, din nou, pe marginea patului, apoi mă prinde cu o mână de pulă, se asigură că e belită complet, apoi, finuț, începe să mi-o lingă. Se întrerupe și-mi zice: = Fac asta de foarte mult timp. M-a învățat un vecin. Am fost împreună la grădiniță, la școală, apoi la liceu... Mult timp l-am considerat prietenul meu... Se pare însă că el avea alte gânduri... Și-a găsit jumătatea și m-a abandonat... Poate că de aici și crisparea mea când e vorba de sex pe bune -- e clar că ține de psihic!... Între timp, nu stă degeaba, ci-mi freacă, finuț, pula. Trebuie să recunosc că mi-e destul de greu să fiu atent la vorbele ei. Îmi place ce-mi face... Brusc, tace și-mi ia pula-n gură. Acum, sunt două alternative: ori este ea talentată nativ, ori vecinul i-a fost un bun profesor... Mă linge exact pe unde trebuie, alternând cu mici sucțiuni, apoi, ca să mă bage-n boală, concomitent, mă și linge și mă și suge... Recunosc că sunt cam... varză! Am probleme cu genunchii! Mi s-au cam înmuiat!... Mă sprijin de umerii ei. Nu vreau să-i pun mâna pe cap. Vreau s-o las pe ea să conducă, să văd ce știe, pentru că, cel puțin deocamdată, chiar că știe!... Își ia mâna de pe pulă, apoi mă prinde, cu ambele mâini, de șolduri și mă trage spre ea, încurajându-mă să dau din cur... Când intru, aproape că reușește să mă ia cam pe trei sferturi, însă nu mai mult. Strângându-mă cu palmele de șolduri, îmi impune ritmul în care s-o pompez. Deja sunt sigur că nu numai că mă face pe mine să mă simt bine, însă și ei îi provoacă plăcere... Întotdeauna mi-a plăcut când am întâlnit astfel de fete sau femei... O avertizez: = Vezi că sunt foarte aproape! Dă afirmativ din cap și continuă să mă fută cu gura... Gata! Primul jet e pe țeavă și, din ce pot să simt, cu siguranță este consistent și cantitativ. Mă blochează, să n-o mai pompez, în schimb mă trage și mai adânc, ținându-mă acolo... Când mă liniștesc, se retrage, lăsând să-i rămână numai capul în gură, apoi, finuț de tot, îmi aplică vreo trei sucțiuni scurte, asigurându-se că n-a mai rămas nimic pe canal... Ușor, lasă să-i scape pula din gură, apoi se ridică și dă să se îndrepte spre ușă. O prind de mână: = Ce faci? = Mă duc să mă spăl!... O trag spre mine și-i bag limba-n gură. Este puțin crispată, însă-și revine și-mi răspunde la sărutări... O las: = Pui mic, nu mi-e silă de propria mea spermă! Hai mai bine să mai bem un pic de vodcă, pentru că după, intenționez să te satisfac și eu pe tine! Ne așezăm pe fotolii, iar eu torn, destul de consistent, vodcă în pahare. Bem un pic, apoi Nina mi se uită în ochi: = Apropos de satisfacție. Stimularea clitoridiană îmi produce orgasm, cu siguranță, însă, o să te miri, în clipa în care te-ai terminat tu, am terminat și eu!... = Ba nu mă mir de loc! Nu ești singura femeie căreia îi place, scuză-mi expresia, să sugă pula și are orgasm doar de la treaba asta!... = Hm, da... am mai auzit și eu... Facem o scurtă pauză de conversație, apoi mă hotărăsc: = Nina, una și cu una fac două! Vrei să mă lași să încerc să te fac femeie?... Trage o dușcă zdravănă de vodcă, apoi: = Măi, eu, de lăsat, te las, nu-i vorbă! Problema este să nu te superi pe mine dacă o să mă crispez!... Sunt nelămurit, așa că simt nevoia să o întreb: = Bine, înțeleg că te crispezi, dar, concret, ce faci? = ... Depinde!... Strâng picioarele când ți-e lumea mai dragă, mă dau de fund de-o parte, numai năzdrăvănii de-astea!... Deja am un plan în cap, așa că insist: = Nina, dar dacă te prind și te țin, te superi? = ... Păi... nu prea cred că o să poți!... Sunt destul de puternică!... = Repet. Dacă te țin, te superi pe mine? Pune capul în pământ, apoi îmi spune: = Știi, n-aș vrea nici să fie o experiență traumatizantă!... = Copchile, stai liniștită, că nu ești prima virgină din viața mea și, din câte știu, nici una dintre femeile devenite femei datorită mie, nu a avut, ulterior, vreo problemă... = ... Da, dar ai mai întâlnit tâmpite ca mine?!?... = ... Gata! Hai! Nu te prosti!... După ce terminăm cu vodca din pahare, mă ridic și o ajut și pe ea să facă același lucru. E crispată, o simt... O ajut să se întindă în pat, apoi mă întind și eu lângă ea și o fac să se sprijine cu capul de umărul meu... Mi-e clar că nu la asta se aștepta, ceea ce mă determină să cred că, într-adevăr, tipii cu care a avut de-a face nu au fost tocmai niște pricepuți... Într-un târziu, ridică privirile spre mine: = Știi, am o idee! Ce-ar fi dacă m-aș îmbăta rău de tot, să nu mai știu de mine, apoi... mă operezi?... = Perfect! Și după ce te trezești din beție, vei suferi o traumă cumplită! Bravo! Mai ai idei de-astea?... Continuă să mi se uite-n ochi: = Adică tu chiar vrei să încerci să... mă convingi?!?... = Cred că-i cea mai bună soluție!... = Bine, dar... nu te cunosc! Cum să am atâta încredere în tine?!?... = Puiule, din moment ce ai fost în stare să mă sugi, că doar tot sex se cheamă și ăla, nu prea cred că avem probleme de încredere!... Dacă vrei, pe șleau, la tine e problemă de pitici la mansardă!... = Și, ce facem, psihoterapie?... = Nu tocmai, însă trebuie să încercăm să-i gonim de-acolo!... = ... Așa, în vorbe, pare ușor. Dar, să vezi tu la partea practică!... Mă întorc spre ea și-i iau buzele la mozolit, o sărut, îi bag limba-n urechi, apoi o iau la lins pe gât. Se cam zvârcolește fata. Nu mai pierd timpul. Cobor mâna și-i iau lindicul la întrebări. Se sprijină cu picioarele de saltea și-și ridică bazinul. E clar că-i place ce-i fac... Îmi șoptește: = Sunt aproape, nu te opri!... Într-adevăr, nu mai trece mult și dă în bâțâială. Își coboară și ea mâna și mi-o dă pe a mea de-o parte. = Gata! E prea mult! E prea puternică senzația!... Cobor cu mâna și mai mult, apoi îi bag degetul mare între labii, căutându-i intrarea în vagin. Dă să strângă picioarele, însă rezolv problema băgându-mi piciorul între picioarele ei... Îmi spune, printre gâfâieli: = ... Sper că... n-ai de gând... să mă faci... femeie... cu... degetul!... Mă umflă râsul: = Stai liniștită, că doar n-am optzeci de ani! Încă mi se mai scoală!... Mă ridic și mă poziționez între picioarele ei, apoi i le iau și-i așez tălpile pe pectoralii mei. = Fii atentă! Ideea de bază esta ca, mai întâi, să te obișnuiești cu ceva acolo! Deci, vezi, n-o să ai de ce să sari în sus, că nu ți-o bag, ci doar te ating! Mă aplec peste ea, forțându-i picioarele să se desfacă și mai mult. Ce nu știe ea și nici n-am de gând s-o informez, este că din poziția asta, tensionată, n-o să mai prea poată să fugă cu curul din calea pulii mele... Îi proptesc, ușor, pula între labii. Alunecarea nu e o problemă, întrucât este foarte udă, iar eu, la rândul meu, elimin lichid seminal în prostie. Bine că după ce am ejaculat la ea în gură, am avut ocazia să mă și piș, așa că nu mi-e frică să nu-mi fi rămas vreun piticot pe canal... A supt fata, e adevărat, însă... nu poți să știi niciodată. Cea mai sigură soluție, tot pișarea rămâne!... Cobor cu mâna între picioarele ei și-i iau, cu degetul mare, lindicul la smotocit. Concomitent, înaintez până-i proptesc capul pulii la intrarea în vagin. Brusc, face ochii mari și dă să se agite. Ei, aici e momentul când realizează că nu prea poate da din fund, că e blocată. Dă să se sprijine cu mâinile de pat, încercând să se retragă. Partea asta-i chiar simplă. O prind de antebrațe. În nici un caz nu-mi poate scăpa din strânsoare. O întreb, hotărât: = Acum, Nina, te întreb pentru ultima dată: vrei să devii femeie? Închide ochii, își mușcă buza de jos și, în sfârșit, dă din cap, afirmativ. În următoarea fracțiune de secundă, e spartă. O simt cum îi fâlfâie stomacul -- deschide ochii, deschide și gura, dar nu țipă. Oricum, apogeul durerii, câtă o fi fost, a trecut... Stau așa, cu vreo juma de pulă înăuntru, lăsând-o să se obișnuiască. După un minut, fără să o avertizez, apăs din nou. De data asta nu mă opresc decât atunci când simt cum îi storcesc cervixul cu capul pulii. Iar dă să se agite, dar nu poate. Aproape că strigă: = Ieși, ieși! Lasă-mă! = ... S-o crezi tu!... = Băi, mă doare!... = Normal! Doar tocmai ce te-am spart!... Încearcă să te calmezi!... Cu cât te relaxezi mai repede, cu atât îți va trece și durerea mai repede!... De obicei, după deflorare, le las. În cazul de față, n-am curaj. Asta sigur că încă mai are ceva pitici pe creier!... = ... Băi, îmi învinețești mâinile de tare ce mă strângi!... = ... Dacă-mi promiți că stai cuminte, îți las mâinile libere. Oricum, de acum ești deja femeie, așa că n-ai pentru ce să te mai agiți, să te lupți, chestii... = ... Da, dar... nu-mi place! = Pui mic, în câteva zile, o să te fac de o să-ți placă la nebunie! Ești o grozăvie de femeie! Aș sta așa, în tine, până la sfârșitul lumii!... Nu-mi răspunde. Închide ochii și iar își mușcă buza de jos. Atent, îi eliberez mâinile, să văd ce vrea să facă. E cuminte. Își duce mâinile deasupra capului, într-o poziție de abandon. Profit de ocazie și-i iau sfârcurile la smotocit. Se încruntă, apoi deschide ochii și-mi zâmbește: = M-ai păcălit! = ... Cum adică?!?... = Mi-ai tot sugerat că o să mă ții!... Eu mă așteptam să mă ții cu mâinile, nu în felul ăsta!... Apropos, mă cam dor picioarele, ai face bine să ieși!... Nina and Casey Continue (This is a continuation of Fire, to know the background of the characters, you should read that one first. Enjoy!) I took a few days to get my life back together after the fire. My entire apartment reeked of dank and heavy smoke, but I was thankful that the fire had been contained on the bottom floors of the building. I kept the note with Casey's number on it in my pocket most days, fingering it until I was worried that the ink would fade away. I'm usually not nervous about calling a woman, but the experience had been so intense, so wonderful, so heady that I was afraid it was just our common reaction to the stress of the fire. When it came down to it, however, I was a woman of my word and I wanted to see her again. Even if it turned out we had nothing between us besides a few moments of passion, I had enough guts to find that out. So I called her. "Hello?" "Casey? Hey, it's Nina, the girl from the fire last week?" "Nina. Wow, wasn't sure that you'd call, how are you? Your throat better?" "Oh, yea, it's fine, barely hurts now….so, I was wondering if you wanted to do dinner or drinks sometime, I feel like I should thank you for taking such good care of me." I was hoping she'd catch the not so subtle double entendre. "Dinner would be great. You have any place in mind?" Apparently she caught it; I could almost hear her grin. We worked out the details, a cute little Thai place that was about midway between our apartments, 7pm with the possibility of ice cream afterwards. I was psyched. The day of our dinner (date?) arrived and I experienced a slightly unusual occurrence. I had just showered and was standing naked in my room with my hair up in a towel wondering what to wear. I usually don't fall into the stereotypical trap of the female who can't find the perfect outfit, but I spent a good ten minutes staring into my closet debating between my khakis and a dress. Finally, I reasoned that if things got heated again, a dress would come off easier. I slid a summer dress over my head, shivering slightly as it slipped down over my sides. I've always been ticklish there. We met promptly at 7; I've always appreciated people who can make it on time. She greeted me with a half hug and a kiss on the cheek and held the door for me on the way in. I appreciated the gesture, just as I appreciated the fact that she didn't hold my chair for me when I sat down. I like common courtesy, but am sensible enough to know I can scoot my chair in without help. The conversation started innocuously enough, I learned that she was 25 and living with some other med students, although they never saw each other, which bothered her a little. She wanted to be a surgeon eventually and I noted to myself that she had the hands for it, graceful fingers with hidden strength. I managed not to blush with the memory of her fingers as the conversation turned to me. I talked about my graduate work in Women's Studies, how I worked at a rape crisis center and played soccer on the odd weekend. She was also athletic, although she had to quit her rugby team once she started med school. I guess that's where the strength came from. Again, I tried not to blush as I remembered her arm snug about my waist, but this time she caught me. "What are you thinking?" "Hmm?" I tried to play it cool, but she wasn't having it. "That look you've got on your face, it's caught between amused and embarrassed, what are you thinking about?" Well, I'm not exactly a shrinking violet and I was all ready half aroused so I guess now was the time to put my cards on the table. I looked her dead in the eyes with a slight smile. "I was thinking about how you must have become strong from the rugby, and how appreciative I was of that strength in the hospital locker room." Her eyes widened, I don't think she expected that, but she one-upped me quickly. "Well, perhaps you could show me appreciative you are." I slid off my sandal and ran my toes up the inside of her leg, about halfway up her thigh, stopping just before the point of intimacy. "Perhaps I could." She grinned and opened her mouth, but the words stopped as the check arrived. We split the bill with the tension between us remaining high. As we left the restaurant my inner demon took hold and I suggested we walk for a bit to work off dinner and then get some ice cream. She raised her eyebrows, but agreed and then placed her hand on the small of my back to steer me in the right direction. I let her keep in there for just a minute, enjoying the warmth of her hand as much as the quiet possession that the gesture entailed. I stepped around a woman with a stroller, though, and stepped away from Casey, momentarily gaining freedom. It became a subtle game, with her trying to get a hand on me and me moving away a few steps until she caught my hand and I let her keep it. We kept up the conversation throughout, venturing into more intimate topics such as if our parents knew that we dated women (we were both out to the important people in our lives) and a comparison of crazy ex-girlfriends. She won that competition, the ex who would only have sex between the hours of 6 and 8am with Bach playing in the background trumped anything I had. We hit the ice cream store and I got mint chocolate chip in a cone, the perfect date ice cream. Gives your mouth a minty flavor, and you get to continually lick the cone. Casey preferred a coffee flavor; her crack about wanting to be able to stay awake tonight earned my response "Really? Planning on doing something tonight?" as I took a long, slow lick of my ice cream. Her response was instantaneous and gratifying, "Someone, not something." I liked the flirting; I like a woman who can play those mind games. The intellectual turn-on is almost as great at the physical at times. Of course, as she tongued her ice cream, the physical turn-on was becoming greater by the second, and when she offered me a taste I became wet thinking about the familiarity of the gesture. We were walking in the direction of my house at this point and as we entered the park that we had to pass through I asked for another taste. As she offered me her cone, however, I pushed that hand away, pulled her closer and kissed her. She responded slowly and with feeling, her free hand coming around to my waist. I was up slightly on my toes with my hand on her shoulder; we stayed that way for a minute, just getting to know the taste and feel of each other, letting our lips and tongue start the dance that I desperately wanted to continue. Apparently she wanted to continue it as well, because she broke the kiss first, her breath just slightly unsteady. "Wow. That's some good ice cream. You going to let me have more?" Her comment was amused, but she was not referring to the ice cream. I smiled and teasingly said, "Maybe", this time it was me taking her hand and heading on the other side of the park. I finished my cone and remarked that I was quickly developing a taste for coffee ice cream. She laughed and again put her hand on the small of my back, this time with more urgency as we headed across the street. She was still smiling when we crossed the street to my house, I had barely closed the door when she moved me up against it and kissed me again. She was more hesitant this time, as if unsure of her footing, so I took charge. "Want a tour?" Her face looked as if she was worried I was serious, but she let me pull her up the stairs. I opened the first door on the right and pulled her into my room, "This is my bedroom…." "Nice tour. Nice room…" She turned to look at me and I took the advantage and gave her a light shove backwards until her knees hit the bed and she sat. "Yea, I've always liked it." I commented as I pushed her back down onto the cover, slid my leg between hers and kissed her. Her hands were moving on my back as our tongues played over each other's. I moved my body on top of hers, confident that she could take my weight, liking the friction our clothes caused. My mouth never stopped kissing her, her hands settled on my ass and kneaded me there. When she started to pull of my shirt, I leaned back, causing her to sit up. "Race you…" and I then whipped my shirt and bra off over my head. She as momentarily stunned, and then grinned and took hers off. I licked my lips in anticipation. And pushed her back onto the bed and entwined my tongue with hers again. This time our breasts were touching and rubbing against each other. The feeling of her bare skin against mine was amazing; I slipped my thigh in between hers and pushed upwards, making her arch her hips into me. She was so strong that she almost managed to throw me off, I slid down her body in order to suck on her breasts and to stay on top. Casey caught her breath as I caught her nipple with my teeth, biting lightly as she moaned. I tormented her breast with my mouth, tugging at her nipple, running my tongue around the areola. I had her other breast in my hand and subjected it to the same torment, switching back and forth without warning. Her response was gratifying; she kept pushing her hips into me and running her hands restlessly up and down my bare back. I love being touched like that, having someone's hands all over me, but this time was for her. Keeping one hand firmly on her breast, I began to move my mouth down her body. Her stomach was soft, but I could clearly feel the muscles moving beneath her skin. Her hands moved to my hair as I trailed hot and wet kisses down the centerline of her body. With my free hand I undid her jeans and moved my mouth to her hipbones. She assisted me in getting her pants off and I rewarded her with a quick press of my fingers onto her boxer covered clit. She nearly came off the bed and I could feel how hot and wet she was. But I figured she deserved more. I kept her boxers on for the moment; moving my mouth over their low waistband and then sliding lower to kiss up and down her thighs. She was breathing hard and running her own hands over her breasts now. I gave a quick tuck at the top of her shorts and I had to move out of the way as she ditched them faster than a choirboy runs to church. I was just as quick, however, and pressed my mouth into her cunt so quickly she almost shot off of the bed. "Jesus H. Christ, Nina! That's…that's…good Christ, don't stop!" Apparently she liked what I was doing, which was quite beneficial as I happened to enjoy it myself. She tasted sweet and slightly sharp, I inhaled her scent as I learned what made her moan, what made her gasp and what made her legs clamp reflexively around my head. My tongue went fast over her cunt and then quite teasingly over her clit, she was especially sensitive there. I also figured that I had her so worked up that one hard press would put her over. So, I took my time, licking her slowly and every now and then sliding a finger into her to make her push her cunt against me. I love going down on women in general, but I realized that this was a step above, I had had never had a woman react so openly to me, nor had I ever had one let me take charge so early on. She reacted to every touch, every caress I gave her; I wanted to keep exploring her because I knew this was the kind of sex that would only get better with time. However, I also knew that she would kill me if I didn't quit my torment, so I sped up the pace a little. I quickened the pace of my tongue and added a second finger into her cunt. She was all ready tight and the increased pressure made her moans drop an octave. Her legs tightened as I flicked my tongue directly on her clit and I spared a quick thought for the neighbors as she began to scream. She began to shake and her hips bucked convulsively as she held the back of my head in her hands. I thought I wasn't going anywhere in that moment, but as she began to calm down she suddenly pulled me up into her arms and held me so tightly I had to wiggle a bit to get her to loosen her grip. "Wow." Her breathing was slowing and she shifted to let me lay a little more comfortably beside her. "So, was it good for you?" I grinned. She laughed at the line. "Maybe." "Maybe? Huh, perhaps I'll have to try and do better next time." "Sweetie, the next time is my turn; I've got a few tricks to show you." She leaned over and gave me another kiss, as if to seal the promise. "Well, I'm young, I learn new tricks very easily." (Constructive criticism is always appreciated. Thanks!) Nina and Two Friends As I pulled into the driveway I noticed that Nina's car wasn't here, I started to think where could she be but then I realized it was Thursday she goes to the gym for Zumba. I don't really mind her going to the gym because well I get the rewards, a beautiful woman with an amazing thick body. Nina is a very sensual Latina; she is about 5'2 and is a fantastic 36c cup. So home alone I really didn't know what to do so I did what came natural I made me a sandwich and put on sports center. Getting caught up in TV I didn't realize that It was past nine she was never this late but I thought she just probably got caught up talking with some friends at the gym or made a new female friend. I could be so lucky, Nina is by far the most sexual person I have ever meet, and I have let her know that I'm ok with her being flirtatious and being sexual with another woman. I can live with her bringing another woman to sexual delight, so if she is late while satisfying a woman then I'm good. Nina finally showed up a little before ten, when she came in the house she looked like she had just run a marathon. She came in gave me a deep kiss and gave me a long hug, I made the comment your acting like you hadn't seen me a week. She gave me a side glance that was devious; I asked her what took so long she said she had made some new friends at the gym. This immediately peaked my interest; friends meant more than one so I was all ears. I told her to tell me what happened. She said that Gina was in the zumba class and afterwards they had sat down and talked for a bit, Gina was this tall blonde that Nina and I had gone to a strip club with and they had both made out clothes off with the stripper in the private room while that was a hell of a night but that story is for another time. I interrupted Nina and asked I thought you meet some new friends, Nina told me to wait that she was getting to that part. Nina said that she had planned a date for us three next weekend, but this time we three will be going out of town, which made me very happy. Nina said that after their conversation Gina had left but that she still wanted to work out a bit more, so she went into the dark room. I have been to this gym before, the dark room is pretty much a mellow workout room, very low lighting and light music to cool you down from the hard work out you have just put yourself thru. Nina said that when she got in there she realized how soaked she was so she decided to take off her work top and just be in her sports bra. I could only imagine her breast just being pushed up and clinging onto the sports bra. However Nina said that she had taken off her sweat pants as well and she was wearing her spandex workout shorts I imagined how tight those shorts were on her ass, her ass is a site to see. So now Nina had my full attention and this is where her story took a different but exciting direction for me on her new friends were. She said that she had been on the treadmill for about fifteen minutes when she could tell that she was being looked at. When she turned around she could see two men looking at her. When they realized they both got caught one of the men looked away while the other gave Nina a smile and started on the treadmill in the corner. Both didn't have shirts on and according to Nina were in very good shape both were white but the first one had dirty blonde hair with a full sleeve tat on his left arm, the second one was a little taller, fair skin and brown reddish hair. Nina said that every few minutes she would look back and catch the men staring at her again, and like the first time both men acted like before. Nina said that there was a TV that was turned off above her and that she was able to make out the two men's reflection and they were both hitting each other motioning each other to approach her but neither one of them did. Nina said she wasn't scared of the two men that they were both very handsome and she liked knowing that she was able to make these men act like they were teenagers again. Nina said that this was going on for at least thirty minutes and that she wanted one of them to approach her so she could have some fun flirting but nothing. Nina decided to focus on the workout instead since these two guys didn't have the guts to approach her then their loss. Nina said she didn't notice two things first that the treadmill had just jump up to a higher cycle and that the one man who smiled who's name I later found out was Jackson had finally had built enough courage to approach Nina. What happened next was a matter of perfect timing according to Nina, when the cycle jumped up Nina had lost her footing and was falling backwards Jackson caught her he wrapped his arms around her holding her tight. Nina said she looked back at him not knowing what just happened she also didn't realize that Jackson's hands were holding her breast. She said she couldn't help but stare into his eyes and he the same and that's when they kissed she said he brought her back even closer to his chest she said she could feel the heat and sweat coming from his chest, he was holding on tighter to her breast then she came to and realized what just happened she took a step away from Jackson, she looked at him the look in his eyes told her everything the feelings that ran thru her were overwhelming does she go with what her sexual nature was telling her to do or does she grab her things and get out as soon as possible. Jackson answered for her, he could tell by her face she was conflicted, he took a step forward put his arm around her and brought her closer kissing her. Nina felt the rush of sexual energy from Jackson his kiss was strong and sensual and she could feel his hard member against her stomach. Jackson was moving one hand down Nina's body while the other was taking off her sports bra exposing her breast to Jackson and to Lee who was still standing in the back just watching. Jackson who stood about six feet tall lifted Nina up to taste her breast in his mouth the mixture of her skin and sweat was more than he could stand and Nina felt the same grabbing the back of Jackson's head and pushing it down upon her breast so he could take all of it in. Jackson being overwhelmed by Nina pulled off the spandex shorts down and off with one swift motion he then tried to pull his shorts off he told her all he could think was being inside her. She said not yet and was able to slide down his tall and muscular frame, she pulled down his shorts to expose his hard dick and stared at it because it was so thick she got on her knees and took in all of Jackson's cock she said she rolled her tongue on top of the head of his penis which drove him crazy, that is Nina's special move once she does that to you, you belong to her. She knew what was going to happen but she was going to be the one in control, she wanted his dick inside her but she wanted to tease him for bit, she said she licked up and down his dick down to his balls his legs started to jump due to the overwhelming feeling he was receiving from her, Nina said what drove Jackson over the edge was when he looked down at her and she was staring right back at him with his dick in her mouth , this caused Jackson to pull her up and turn her around but she said to wait and looked back where lee was standing . Lee was still standing in the same spot but this time he was completely naked pulling on his cock, Nina couldn't believe the size of his cock she told me Lee had to be at least eleven inches. However the size didn't matter she wanted it inside her mouth while Jackson fucked her from behind. As Jackson entered Nina a wave of ecstasy flowed thru her body his thick cock was embraced by her wet pussy aching to be fucked. The thrusting given by his dick was pure delight; with each thrust he was going deeper and deeper into her wet pussy. She knew she was missing something and that was Lee and is massive member, she wanted it in her mouth she wanted to taste his pre cum and she had to have it now. She looked back and with a low moan told Lee to please put his dick in her mouth. Lee did not hesitate as soon as he got close enough Nina had grabbed his 11 inch member and put in her mouth. Nina was being put into sexual overdrive and every part of her body was engulfed in the pure raw nature of the moment. All three became one fluid movement Nina was being lifted by Jackson holding her hips with every thrust, while lee's cock went down Nina's throat inch by inch. Nina didn't care if anyone came in the feeling was just to liberating, she had never felt this way before but she loved it and knew she had to keep going. She told both men to keep fucking her to use her, she started her dripping pussy faster down Jackson's dick she could feel that Jackson wasn't going to last long which made her pussy clamp down on his dick harder she also started sucking on lee's cock harder and was jerking him off this was driving him crazy she knew she could tease lee but not all the way her goal was to feel Jackson cum inside her. Nina new exactly what to do she wanted Jackson's cum and she wanted it now she looked back at him made eye contact and then she said cum in me daddy cum in your little slut, she said that's all it took and he was cumin inside my wife she felt his cum inside her pussy and his throbbing cock sent her into an orgasm that she thought that the people outside of the dark room had to have heard. Jackson cock slipped out of Nina's cum drenched pussy, even thou Nina was exhausted she wanted two more things, first she wanted to lick up the rest of Jackson's cum from his dick and she wanted lee to fuck her with that massive cock of his. She turned around and grabbed Jackson's dick took it all in sucking on it trying to get every drop of his cum inside her throat, she looked back at lee and no words were needed he planted this long cock deep inside her which she said took her breath away for a second the feeling of pain and pleasure was taking over. Lee kept pounding Nina harder and harder Jackson lye on the floor totally exhausted from the fuck and blowjob of his life. Jackson's dick had become limp and drained of cum. With his friend out lee grabbed Nina standing up and planted his dick even deeper than before. Nina's legs wrapped around lee's waist riding up and down his dick in front of the windows looking out to the regular part of the gym if anyone had looked hard enough they could have seen a fantastic fuck in the making. Nina was happy that she had waited for lee to fuck her his massive cock was making her whole body shake and she knew she wouldn't be the same for a few days. She could start to feel lee's cock start to swell and all she could think about was looking into his eyes and kissing him while she was getting the fuck of her life. Every thrust soon became faster and harder and she knew what was about to happen she looked at lee and all she could say because of the fantastic fucking was please cum , and with that she felt a blast coming from lee's dick she felt the warmth of his juices soaking her insides he kept fucking her and it felt like he was getting deeper and deeper than the feeling hit her the overwhelming feeling that came from deep inside her was like a heat wave coming from inside her body she said her body was arching back and the orgasm from her body was like a tidal wave pushing down on her body her cumin on lee's dick only made him cum inside her again he kept fucking her while sucking her tits. She could tell it was almost over when lee laid her down on the floor and even thou he was going limp he was still trying to put every drop of his hot juices inside her their sweat as well as the rest of them became one Nina looked at lee and simply kissed him. All three knew that they couldn't just stay there all night and fuck as much as they wanted to they knew that they had to leave. After they got dressed both men asked Nina would she like to come over to their house for some more fun. She said not tonight, that she had to get back home because her husband would be waiting for her, this shocked both men she interrupted their confused looks and said not to worry. She asked for their numbers and said maybe in a few weeks that the two of them and her husband could give her another good fucking and without any hesitation both men said hell yes. Jackson and lee walked Nina to her car she gave both of them a long passionate kiss rubbed each of their cocks and told them simply until next time. She then got into her car and wondered how I would react by what she had done, later that night I fucked Nina harder and longer than I had ever fucked her before. That happened three months ago and we go to Jackson's and lee's house as much as Nina can handle. Nina and Mikey I was typing away on my borrowed PC minding my own business when I heard a knock-knock-knocking on my chamber door. I am tempted to say, "Quoth the Raven nevermore." But no, that would be taking unfair advantage of the readership. I had taken the apartment in the low rent area near the projects because it was all I could afford, and it was close to the private school that I am an all around handyman at. It's a one bedroom walkup in a dilapidated and all but condemned tenement in South Central L.A. I work daytimes at St John's high school cleaning up and keeping the electrical and plumbing operating. This is a major task considering the aging state of the electrical and plumbing apparatus that I have to work with. Anyway with rent and food and utilities and the occasional new shirt or pair of shoes, I don't have much money left over for anything else. That's why I am typing at 7:00 at night. The extra money I make typing up papers for lazy minority kids, minority kids whose parents are well off, brings in enough for me to keep my child support payments up to date. At any rate, the person knocking on my door, whoever it is, is messin' with my livelihood. Reluctantly, I decided to answer it. "Nina," I said, surprised to see my ex-wife of fifteen years standing in the hall. "Hello Mikey," she said. She walked in without so much as being asked. But, that was Nina. She never had stood on ceremony and rules of any kind were alien to her. "You're kinda hard to find." I just stared at her. I hadn't known she'd been looking. I hadn't seen her in months, except when visiting the kids, and not even then most times. The divorce? That'd been more than eight years ago. "Yeah, I just moved in here a couple of months ago," I said. She was dressed to kill. But, whoever she was going to kill, it sure as hell wasn't me. Like I said, she'd divorced me and totally cleaned me and my business out in the doing eight years ago. "You're looking prosperous," I said. I was still trying to become unshocked by her sudden and unexpected appearance after so long a time at my door. "Where's Malcom?" Malcom Brady was of course was the interloper she had dumped me for. "He's home," she said. She looked good at age forty-three. The dress alone must have cost her a couple hundred dollars. She still wore her brown hair in cascading curls down past her shoulders, and her five-nine frame and her porcelain complexion would still be traffic stoppers, I was sure of that. Well anyway, it was clear to me she and lover boy were enjoying the fruits of my old business and her earnings as a surgical nurse. "Got time for a bite to eat?" "I was just gonna put something in the microwave," I said. "I have to work tonight?" Her eyes glanced over toward the computer. I had to wonder why the hell she was inviting me to dinner, but looking her over made me think of other things; she knew it too. "Working?" "Uh—yes, I do a little tutoring and clerical for some of the students," I said. The school I work at loaned me the computer, so you can't have it," I said, my meaning clear. She just frowned. "Yes, I heard you were working at St. John's," she said. "That's how I found you. One of my coworker's kids goes there. "What about dinner?" she repeated. I was curious. I had just gotten a $100 bonus, so I decided why not; the bills were paid. Also, I hadn't seen the kids since she'd sent them off to boarding school at the beginning of the term. It would be a chance for me to hear about them, hopefully. "Okay, but I don't have a car," I said. "Never mind that, I do," she said. I got my windbreaker and followed her out. She drove us to the Sandcastle, a fancy bistro near the beach. Inside we were seated, and the maître 'd seemed to know her. I saw her signal him about something, God knows what. It finally occurred to me to ask what it was that had brought her to my door. "So, Nina, to what do I owe this—surprise—tonight," I said. She smiled at me. "Mikey, I—we—Malcom and I were talking..." she paused. "Yes?" I said. "Well, we—I—I've been thinking a lot about the divorce," she said. "Well, that's history now," I said. "Not much either of us can do about that I don't suppose. You got me good, so if you want more you can forget it; I'm just getting' by." "No, no, I'm not here to make your life harder," she said, "quite the opposite in fact." This was interesting. Nina had little in the way of conscience; so whatever she was going to say, I was going to have to weigh the cost to me. And, I felt certain that there would be a cost. "Yeah, well, I am kinda enjoying my poverty now," I said, getting a gentle swipe in. She ignored it. "How are you doing, Mikey, really?" She could clearly see my straights, but evidently wanted me to confirm them orally, or maybe beg her for a handout. Well, she wasn't going to get her way if that's what it was. I might be broke, but I've got my pride. "Okay," I guess. Like I said, I'm getting by." "Got a girlfriend?" she asked, looking sidelong at me in that way she had of tantalizing me, and for that matter any male, that I knew so well. "Nina, I'm forty-six and broke. Look how I'm dressed. Do I look like I have much to offer or to attract a woman? But, to answer your question, no I don't have a girlfriend. Satisfied?" She looked embarrassed, "Mikey, I didn't mean—really—I'm sorry," she said. "It's none of my business." She sounded like she really meant it, but with Nina one could never be sure. "I'm okay, Nina. Just leave it at that. Being married to you was enough for any man. Certainly it was for me. Just leave it," I said. "Yes, of course. I'm sorry, really. "Mikey, would you like to come back to work—run—the hardware store?" she said. "Huh?" I said. "It's a big store and it needs a lot of running. And well, you know the business better than anyone. And frankly, Malcom isn't much good at it, I mean the business. We'd pay you well," she said, finally. So there it was. She was evidently having trouble running the store, or more succinctly, her lazy-ass hubby wasn't up to the job. The irony was that she was offering to pay me for running my own business, or what used to be my business, the one she'd screwed me out of. Adding insult to injury, she'd be my boss—and Malcom. I had to repress a laugh. "I don't think so, Nina. I can't feature myself working for you, and certainly not for good 'ole Malcom," I said, without apparent rancor. "Not, after everything—all of the water under the bridge." "Mikey, I can see you need the money. And, well we—I—could use you," she said. I didn't say that in point of fact she'd used me pretty good already. My pride was hurt. Boy was she good at hurting my pride. She'd seen my apartment, my clothes, knew I had no car. Well, it was all because she'd cleaned me out, and at age forty-six there weren't a lot of places looking to hire me at top dollar, or even medium dollar. So I got by just barely avoiding welfare. Looking at her, I figured she would probably double what I was making now, which would have been about one fifth of what I used to pay myself. The insult to my pride alone would prevent me from taking the job. "No, I don't think so," I said. "I'm doing okay. I just came into some cash too, so things are looking up." I wasn't lyin'; my bonus was extra cash. "Well, I'm disappointed, Mikey. I really would like having you around," she said. "Would you at least think about it? I've always felt bad about how the divorce went, but you know lawyers; I—we—just did what he told us to do. I'd like to make it up to you some if you'd let me." She sounded sincere, but I still had my doubts. She'd looked mighty happy when the gavel had finally come down on my head. And, it had taken her eight damn years to start feeling bad about what she and asshole had done to me. "Yeah, well, don't be a stranger," I said, managing to not sound too sarcastic. She nodded. We talked about the kids, the food came, we ate, and then the bill arrived; it was $88. I handed the man my $100 bill. "Keep the change," I said, a little too grandly. "Mikey, I was going to pay," said Nina, genuinely surprised that I'd beat her to it. "Oh no. I ain't goin' that route," I said. "I'm the guy, I pay. I got my pride." She was a little disconcerted, but had the good grace to thank me and not make a public issue of it. I coulda used the C-note, but easy come easy go, I thought. Like I said, I have my pride. We drove in silence back to my apartment. Pulling up, I got out, leaned back in through the window, and thanked her for the nice dinner and the job offer. "It, the job offer's, still open, Mikey. Just call and it's yours," she said. I just waved and headed back in. I watched through the glass door as her T-bird disappeared up the street. I thought about all that water under the bridge that we'd spoken of. I'd lost everything, largely because of her and her boyfriend. She'd made me hire him as an accountant. This of course was before I knew she was screwing him. By the time I'd finally caught her sucking his cock in the stock room, I was essentially broke and owing back taxes. The lawyers had cut me a deal. I'd keep my car—since sold for cash—my personal stuff, and my 401k. And, alimony would not be an issue; she was planning to marry the motherfucker anyway; so I wouldn't have had to pay it for very long in any case. The price for such generosity? I'd sign over my business to the two of them. Plus, she got the house and primary custody of Robbie and Jennifer, ages seven and nine respectively at the time; I did get liberal visitation, but she'd messed with that too whenever it'd suited her convenience. Apart from all of that, the rest of our personal possessions were divided up fifty-fifty, except her fifty percent was bigger than my fifty percent. Well, I didn't want the furniture and she did, whatever. The boarding school she'd shipped them off to had a court order attached to it that allowed me to visit to kids whenever I wanted, but it was 100 miles away, so I didn't get up there as much as I would have liked. ****** The T-bird pulled into the ranch style split level, and she got out. She leaned back against the car's side clearly lost in thought. Going into the house, her husband of eight years, Malcom Brady, smiled. "Well did he go for it?" he said. "No. His pride won't let him. He even paid for the dinner if you can believe it. You know, it's been eight years, and I think the guy still has the hots for me." "Yeah well dinky dick didn't have what it took then, and I doubt if he does now," snickered Malcom. "I never understood what you saw in him anyway. He's short, he's damn near dickless, and he's a wimp." "Yes, he's short. Yes, his dick isn't much. But, he has a soul, Malcom, he's a good guy. I should never have let you and that lawyer talk me into fucking him over like that. He didn't deserve it." "Well, if you feel so sorry for him, sell him back his business. That's plan-B anyway isn't it?" he said. "I didn't ask him about that tonight; the time wasn't right. I did offer him the job, but that was not happening. He turned me down cold. He would never work for me now, and especially not for you," she said. "Unless, you know, he get's desperate..." "Well, you knew that going in. "Is he as poor as your friend said he was?" said Malcom. "Yeah, he is. He's got a small apartment, but no car; and I think it cost him most of his ready cash to pay for the dinner tonight. I feel guilty as hell about that. I had to be an asshole and choose a place like the Sandcastle." "The Sandcastle? You took him there. Did he wear a tie?" said Malcom. "No, and Sam didn't require it when I waved him off," she said. "I'm just glad Mikey didn't see me do it. That would have been too embarrassing for words. When we started driving, I just kinda went there not thinking about the formality of the place. Originally, like I told you, I'd just planned to have us go to Denny's; but oh no, I had to play the big role." Malcom laughed. "It's kinda funny if you think about it." "Yeah right. Making a guy whose already been screwed over eat shit. Yeah that's really funny—not," said Nina. "Well, I think it is," said Malcom. ****** Talking to Nina had peaked my interest in getting to see the kids as soon as possible. Jen was seventeen now, and Rob was fifteen. They were no longer the babies that they had been. I had to make the effort to get up there at least once every couple of weeks; I just had to. The cost of the gas would be a challenge for me, but I'd figure something out. My finances were pretty thin, but there had to be a way. I decided to go up tomorrow; it was Friday, but it was one of those Catholic holy days, so I wouldn't have to ask for a day off. I pulled into the parking lot of Ojai Preparatory just about noon. It had been a four hour drive up from South Central L.A because of the traffic on the coast highway. I'd had to borrow a car from Mr. Jacobs, the assistant principal of the school, but I would pay his kindness back at some point and he knew it. At least it had saved me having to take the bus, my usual modus operandi when I'd gone up there. Arriving, I headed for the administration office. I was still sitting there when the kids came in. Jen ran to me and hugged me big time. Robbie was a little more reserved, but he had a big smile on his face. I felt good. It had been worth the effort to come. "Hi daddy," said Jen. "We have so missed you." "No more than I've missed you," I said. "Hi Dad," said Robbie. "Jen is right, we have missed you." We talked for almost an hour, their lunch hour. But, I planned to stay and wait for school to be out anyway and take them to MacDonald's. We'd tank up on calories there, so it wouldn't be so bad for them missing the cafeteria's offerings. We had the big booth in the back of the colorful fast food giant. We talked forever. "Guys," I said, "how come your mom sent you all the way up here, anyway? Do you know? Did you ask for this? I mean it's nice and all..." "Dad, we sorta asked for it, I guess. We don't like the asshole. I mean he and mom make a lot of money, him an accountant and her a nurse; but they treat us like ornaments. They decorate us with clothes and stuff, but they're never around, and when they are asshole acts like were in the way. Stephanie goes here, and she gave us the idea." Stephanie Colter had been my, our, next door neighbor's daughter. "Really," I said, mulling over her words. "There's something else too, dad. Something mom said," said Robbie. I just looked at him, waiting. "She said that it might be a good idea to send us up here because maybe then you'd come back to the store and work for us. I used to help out around there weekends, and the store isn't like it used to be. I hear them arguing about it sometimes," said Robbie. What the kids told me made me think. Could it be that the dynamic duo really did need me to run the store? It began to get late, and I had to get them back to the school. Curfew, as I knew, was sundown. We promised to keep emailing each other, and I promised to somehow get up to visit them more often. On the way back, I figured out how I was going to be able to see them more often in person. I made the call to Nina's cell; the one she'd given me at dinner just a few days before. "Hi Nina...Yes it's me...Uhuh, I have...yes, I'll take the job...yeah, but you know I don't have a car yet...No, I'll take the bus up there to the Valley. I've done it before...no, I'll take the bus...we still have to talk about my income and all...yeah...tomorrow afternoon...three o'clock is good...bye." I hung up. Even though it was Saturday the bus ride took me more than an hour and a half because of all of the stops. It would have been half that in a car. I had to somehow get a car and soon. One cannot live in Southern California without a car at least not easily. Not if one has a family. I had to walk a mile and a half from the depot to the Denny's she'd chosen to meet with me at. Before I entered, I wondered if I would actually kowtow to her, when it got down to it, and actually take the job. I needed the money if I wanted to see my kids regularly, and I did, in the worst way. So fuck my pride; I had to do it; no matter how painful it was for me personally. She was sitting a t table near the window about halfway back. "Hi," she said, actually rising to greet me. She took my hand in both of hers and pulled me to a seat at the table. This was so unlike the Nina I knew, I thought, as I took the proffered seat. "I was so glad to hear your voice and that you would come back to help us." I didn't like the "us" part, but I wasn't going to make a big deal out of it at least for the moment. "Hi back atcha, I'm glad you're glad," I said. "We'll make a good team," she said, "just like in the old days. Malcom is happy you decided to join us too. He wanted to come, but I thought that maybe this first meeting..." "Uh—yeah. "I'm here Nina because, after thinkin' about it, I figured my pride wasn't worth the financial pain," I said. "I do need the money. But, Nina..." "What hon?" she said. "I don't want to start off on the wrong foot or anything—but—please believe me, I won't have anything to do with the man that, well, came between us. You gotta make him know that, or I walk. I walk now. I'll deal with you of course; you're the boss, but I can't handle bein' around him at all. I won't cause any waves, but I just can't be around him." "I—I—understand," she said. "I think we can work that out. We'll just take it a day at a time and not worry about it now, okay?" "Okay," I said. "Now for the details. How much? You said you'd pay me well. How well?" "You're making what now," she said, "seventeen thousand?" I looked at her wondering how she'd found out my salary. My look must have betrayed my embarrassment at her knowing. "I checked," she said. I shouldn't have, seeing your look I realize that now; it was rude of me. I didn't look happy. I nodded. "Yeah, about that much," I said, finally. I was totally humiliated. I shouldn't have been. She knew that I was poor, but her knowing how poor was somehow worse. "How much are you offering?" "How does thirty thousand sound?" she said brightly. I was wrong, she hadn't offered me double, but close. I nodded. "Okay," I said, "beggars can't be choosers I guess." Well, I was disappointed. I really had wanted a minimum of thirty-four. No good reason, but I'd kinda set my mind on that amount. Still, I was more or less mollified by her next announcement. "Mikey, I'd like to give you more, but the store isn't doing too well right now, and well, if it does better we can renegotiate," she said. "But there is one more thing. The company does have an old Ford pickup. It runs good, and you can have it to use once you start working. Is that okay?" She looked concerned at my overall reaction; she could see that the money wasn't what I'd hoped for, I guess. But, now I finally had a reason to smile. "Yes, that's fine," I said. "I appreciate your offer. It's better than anything that's been coming my way lately. And, the truck will be a big help." She released a sigh. "Thank heavens," she said. "I was afraid you might turn us down. Anyway, I am so happy to have you back—at the store I mean," I'd caught her double entendre and wondered if it were some kind of Freudian slip. I put the idea out of mind, I supposed it was not. We talked some more. "Okay, we're agreed then. You'll start officially two weeks from Monday," she said. "Yes, and I'll be in on weekends starting tomorrow. I have to give notice at the school, and even two weeks is hardly enough. But, I need to start making some money," I said. What I didn't say was that I had to start as soon as possible if I wanted to see my kids the sooner. ****** Nina and Mikey Nina: Well that's that. I finally got my ex to come back and do what he does best—sell hardware. Now, Malcom and I can stop merely breaking even and calling it a win; it hasn't been even close to being a winning situation. But a million dollar business needs a million dollar manager, and Mikey is one; neither Malcom nor I, on the other hand, qualify. Mikey will make the business prosperous again. As he used always say; "baby, that's a dead-mortal-lead-pipe-cincheroonie!" Could I have gotten someone else to do the job? Maybe, but not for sure. And, so far Malcom had not found anyone near as capable as Mikey. Mikey I'm sure of. And yes, there were other reasons for wanting him running the business. Malcom and I had fucked him over good in the divorce; talk about a pyrrhic victory. And frankly, I'd never felt right about it. Mikey had never hurt me, but I'd sure as hell hurt him. Then I'd raped him in the divorce. Oh Malcom was a more than willing participant, but in the end it was all me; I was the one married to the man. And again, if the truth be told, I still felt something for the little shrimp. He is the kindest and sweetest man, and there are times when... Then there are the kids. They love him. They love him more than they love me. I know it. Sometimes it hurts too. I suppose, deep down, it was to partially separate them from him that I sent them to Ojai to go to school. There was a secondary reason too though. I knew Mikey was hurting financially, I'd checked—a dirty trick, but I had to know. Once I knew that he was all but broke, I also knew that sooner or later there was a good chance he'd accept my job offer just so he could see the kids more often; it costs money to travel a hundred miles. Hey, but my little bit of plotting has created a win—win situation. He gets what he wants and needs, and Malcom and I get someone who really does know how to run the business. Sometimes you gotta use the tools you have handy to get the job done. I'm gonna do some more investigating too. Somehow, I'm gonna make all of this work for me, for all of us. I sigh a lot these days. Divorce is such a nasty, hurtful business. I sometimes think about Mikey. I think about his little dick all five inches of it; I compare it in my mind to Malcom's eight inches. Size does matter to a girl, especially if she's a big girl like me. I'm three inches taller than Mikey too, and in heels, which I Love to wear, I tower over him. Funny, but it never bothered me much when we were dating. He was so funny, and intelligent. And he was a wonderful dancer. He knew all of the Latin dances, and boy could that man jitterbug—my favorite thing in the whole world. And he has a great looking body. He just wasn't any good in bed, at least not with his teenie-weenie. That said... There are times, when I wonder if a big dick and a taller husband is worth all of the tradeoffs. Well, it hardly matters now. But, I am determined to make it up to Mikey to some degree. For one thing he is definitely going to get a raise as soon as the business can sustain it, and that's a promise I am making to myself right now, a big raise too. Malcom can fuck himself if he doesn't like it; his dick isn't that big. ****** The meeting with Mikey has had me climbing the walls since I left the restaurant. I am so hot that if that husband of mine doesn't get his ass home pretty soon I'm gonna hunt him down and shoot him—after I rape him of course! The kitchen door slammed. "Damn it Mal!" "Sorry," he said, "I was carrying some groceries, and I had to use my foot to close it." I had to laugh when he came around the corner from the kitchen and saw me. "Jesus! You're gorgeous," he said. "Why thank you prince charming," I said. Standing in the middle of the room, naked, except for my stockings and high heels, I pretty much had this specimen of malehood where I wanted him, and I knew it. I beckoned him with my finger. He came towards me, and I could see he was shaking in anticipation of what was about to occur. I turned my back to him. I sensed rather than felt him fall to his knees and bury his face in my ass cheeks. I loved being worshipped, and he was worshipping me now. He licked my anus lovingly. "God you're good," he said. "Of course," I said, haughtily. I felt him begin to pull me down to the floor with him. He was going to do me right there. "Oh my," I said. "Oh my! Be careful of my legs. That's better. Yeah, just let them rest there on your shoulders." "You got it," he said. My legs were straight up in the air. I felt him start to push into me. "Uhhggg," I groaned, "slower, you're too big." "Not like your wimpy ex, huh?" he said. "Just shut the fuck up and do me, okay. Leave my ex out of it." I wanted his cock, but I didn't need his comments. I almost lost my interest because of his uncalled for nastiness. He started pounding into me. I surrendered to him and mewed as he fucked me to an orgasm. He let my legs drop to the floor. I lay still and spread wide as he filled me with this cum. I let my eyes shut in the afterglow. "Good for you?" he asked, inordinately proud of himself. "Hmm," I said. Then, I began to think of Mikey. He probably hadn't had any sex in a long time. Why did this man have to bring him up? He knew it would upset me. It would serve this nitwit right if I let Mikey have me, just for old time's sake of course. I'd have to think about that. I'm pretty sure I could interest him. I could get him off no trouble if I really decided to go for it. ****** Being back in my store was a good feeling. The conditions were shit, having to be an employee of my ex, but being back was hard to describe it was so good. My first day back was Sunday, and all I did was move around, observe, say hello to old friends that used to work for me, and accept a whole lot of sincere welcome backs—a few even from old time customers. Did I say I felt good! I was heading for the coffee station to grab me a cup when I was held up by the bookkeeper. "Hi, Mr. Kellerman. We, all of us, are so glad your back," said Mary Tyler. "Things haven't been so good, especially this last year." "Hi Mary. What's been the problem?" I asked, really wanting to hear what she had to say. "Oh Mr. Kellerman, business has been off; and Mrs. Brady had to let Sam and Harlan go. We all felt terrible for them. Sam is working for Walmart now, and Harlan is still unemployed, or so I hear. It's sad, Mr. Kellerman." I nodded. I had to talk to Nina. I had to know who was going to have the authority to handle personnel. I should have as the manager, but I well knew that Nina had veto power, and so did the asshole in the final analysis. I knew too that Malcom had not gotten along with Harlan. Harlan had early on warned me that Malcom had been coming on to my wife, and when I had confronted her about it, I had mentioned Harlan as the bearer of tales. That, I guessed, pretty much sealed his fate after the divorce. But, I wanted him back. I was expecting my first problem because of that bit of history. It was 8:00PM and I was standing a few feet from Jack Stuart the night man as he was closing up. We were just turning to head out when Nina pulled up out front of the store. She waved me over. "Hi Jack," she said, waving at him. He waved back. "Come on, Mikey," she said, "let's have a drink." I nodded my acceptance. It would be a good time to talk to her about Harlan and Sam. Her T-bird was a nice ride, and it was a fast ride. She got us to the Nite Owl in about seven minutes: a ten mile run! "How about something to eat, first," she said. "And I pay, no arguments." I chuckled. "Okay. What's the most expensive thing on the menu?" I said. She looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "Chateau Briand." "Good." I closed the menu. The waitress, a twenty-something nymphet arrived to take our orders. "And you miss?" "Uh—Chateau Briand," said Nina. "Oh, and glass of Chateauneuf du Pape '85." "And you sir?" "A cheeseburger and a Lite beer," I said. "What!" flamed Nina. "I'm afraid I am too much of a plebian to imbibe French wines," I said, laughing out loud. She was miffed. We talked about nothing for a while. The food came and in between guffaws we chewed and ate and had a good time. And then it was time for business. "So, how was your first day back," she said. "Good. I talked to a lot of the old hands who were still there. But uh—" "Yes?" said Nina. "Harlan and Sam were gone," I said. "I wanna bring 'em back. I assume, since I'm the manager that personnel decisions are mine." "Mikey—I—I mean of course." She was clearly uncomfortable. "What were you going to say, Nina? We gotta have everything out in the open or this little relationship isn't going to work," I said. She fidgeted. "Mikey, Harlan and Malcom..." "Yes, I know they aren't bosom buddies. But, this is business. So I'm askin', do I have the authority or not?" I said. She sighed. I knew there was going to be a spirited discussion at home tonight for Nina. But, this is one I had to win on several levels. Number one, either I was the manager or I was just a figurehead, and that is what I told her. "Nina, I know Malcom isn't going to like it much, but either I'm the manager or I'm a figurehead. If the latter, I'm gone. I will not be a powerless buffoon." She had on a look that could only be described as sad. I still had feelings for her even after eight years. But, I had to have this my way or not at all. I felt sorry for this woman, my ex-wife; I didn't want to cause her any trouble, but it looked like in this instance it couldn't be avoided. "Okay, Mikey. You're right. I'll make it good with Malcom," she said. "You know, Mikey, in spite of everything, Malcom is a good man. He loves me, and I love him. We have our differences from time to time. But, he takes care of me and tries hard. He just isn't worth a damn when it comes to running a business and neither am I. He knows it; I know it; that's why we asked you to come back. In a sense you are being asked to save a business that once did two million in gross annual sales. Now, it's down to a quarter of that. I guess what I'm getting at is, can you turn it around?" She paused and looked me straight in the eye. "Yes, if you stay out of my way and let me do my thing," I said. "Okay, that's good enough for me," she said. "I promise, Malcom will not cause you any problems. Hire Sam and Harlan back if you want. But, Mikey, the business has to fund any increased payroll. Okay? I mean that's why we're payin' you the big bucks," she said, laughing. "Absolutely," I said, but I wasn't laughing. "One thing, do you think I could get that truck you mentioned tonight? I sure could use it." She smiled. "Of course, Mikey." We had a few drinks and talked some more about staffing and supply. I was able to gather that "out of stocks" had been a big part of the decline in sales. I'd have to look into that; that was a biggee. A store couldn't increase its sales if it didn't have anything to sell. Oh yes, I would be looking into that and soon. She drove me to her house; it used to be our house, and got the keys to the truck. I waited in the car while she went inside. She was back outside in minutes. Malcom came out with her and waved to me from the stoop. I waved back; I figured we wouldn't be dealing with each other much, but on those rare occasions when we did, we'd need to be civil to each other. With the truck, I now had the wheels I needed, not only for the job, but to be able to see Jennifer and Robbie too. That I was dependent on my ex for the largesse rankled, but what the heck, what is, is, I told myself. ****** I had driven to the store after hours every day since that first Sunday. Technically I wouldn't be full time until the 15th, two weeks after that first day. But, I had loved that store and I was determined to get it back on its feet. I saw Nina every time I was there. That kind of bothered me. I had the feeling I was being watched. I knew that was being paranoid, but it's how I felt. Having gotten in touch with both Sam and Harlan through Mary, I was able to meet with them and persuade them to return on the same day that I was officially starting. Harlan especially was thankful. He'd fallen on hard times. Sam was working, but Walmart was a far cry both in pay and the type of work that he had been used to for more than twenty years. Mary pulled me aside after my meeting with the two men. A little bit about Mary. She was forty, six years younger than me, and three years younger than Nina. Where Nina was tall and athletic, Mary was short and petite. She was small in every department: height, weight, and bra size. But, she was sharp as a tack. She could have been an accountant, but she hadn't been able to afford college, so bookkeeping was her stopping point. She was cute too. Turned up nose, medium length brown hair, and she always smelled great, female. "Mikey, I want to tell you that I appreciate you going to bat for Sam and Harlan. All of us old timers feel that way," she said. "No problem, Mary, as far as I'm concerned it was a no brainer. I'm gonna need them, especially Sam, to handle inventory and resupply. I'll be assigning Harlan to work with him in that regard," I said. She smiled. "Mikey, do you have plans for tomorrow night?" she said. I looked at her questioningly. "No, not really. Why do you ask?" "Would you be my escort to a little dance thingy I have been wanting to go to forever," she said. "Uh—yes—sure," I said. "Heck, I haven't been dancing since..." I didn't finish. I was about to say since my divorce. The few dates these past years had turned to shit, so a night out dancing with an old friend would be great. I was going to be rusty, but not that rusty. "Great. Do you remember where I live?" she said. "Yeah, yeah, over on Oak, right?" I said. "Yes, that's right," she said. "Seven o'clock okay by you?" "Yeah, but where will this shindig be happening?" I asked. "At the Moonlight Ballroom downtown," she said. "It's actually a contest we'll be entering. I remember that you used to be really good. "I've gotten to be okay myself, actually." She beamed with pride. I breathed a sigh of relief that it was the Moonlight. But, I thought I'd better ask anyway. "Is there an entry fee?" "Don't worry about that," she said, "I'm paying." I threw up my hands. "Okay then," I said. I was actually looking forward to it. Nina and I had won several contests in the old days. But, that was then and this was now. I didn't know if Nina had kept up with her dancing, but I doubted it. Malcom didn't seem like the kind that would like competitive dancing. ****** Mary looked like a million bucks, and her dress looked like it cost that much. Jesus, she looked good! I didn't look too bad. I still fit into my dancin' shoes, and my suit fit me perfectly. But, I didn't begin to compare with her. "You look terrific," I said. "You look pretty good yourself, mister," she said. "Let's get going. I can hardly wait," I said. And, I couldn't. I was excited about something and that for the first time in eight years! We got to the venue a little early. The refreshments bar was open and we helped ourselves. "Mary, I have to ask. Why don't you have a regular guy to take you to this do? I mean I'm thrilled. Actually, I'm excited for the first time in a long time. But you? You look great. There has to be a hundred guys trying to get you to go out with them," I said. "I've had offers," she said. "For dates. But not this kind of date. There aren't many men who can even spell Paso Doble. You on the other hand—can." Her smile was infectious. I started to chuckle. We talked and laughed and told ourselves how wonderful it would be if we won. That, I knew was going to be a tall order. We'd have fun, but the experienced hoofers were going to kill us when it got to the more difficult dances. Heck, we hadn't practiced at all, and practice was everything in competitive dancing. The dancers were finally swirling and twirling around the floor and so were we. We didn't look to bad, I didn't think. Better than some. And, it was due to the skill and feel for the timing that the woman I was with possessed, not the rusty if enthusiastic talents of her partner. The Waltz was first; then, a succession of Latin dances. And, Shock of shocks, we made the initial cut. We were in the top half of the group. "Hi Mary," called out a woman in her fifties, as we passed their table during the break. "You guys look great. Who's your handsome beau?" said the woman. Hi, Harriet. This is Michael Kellerman. He's my boss," she said looking up at me. I nodded. "Actually, she's my boss tonight," I said. "She's got the moves and I've got the rust, I'm afraid." "Not from what I've seen, young man, you two look good out there. Hope you make finals." We laughed and headed for our table. There were two other couples sharing it, and we engaged them in conversation. All in all it had been a nice evening—so far. The break ended and the swirl of rhythmic bodies went to war. If it had been a shock to make the initial cut, it was absolutely stunning to make the top ten. "Mary, I don't know how we've gotten this far. But this next Sunday we're both going to church to thank God, because no way we did this without divine intervention. I mean you're good, but I haven't danced in eight years—at all. After the dust settled, we were in possession of two small strips of ribbon at whose ends dangled little bronze coins. We'd placed third! The boost to my ego was beyond telling, and Mary was nothing short of effusive. We headed to Concho's, a country western bar-cum-dancehall. By the time we were ready to go home; the barkeep had pulled Mary's keys. We were both sloshed. I had my truck but it was back at the store; we'd come in her Corolla. The keep got us a cab. "Mikey, you're stayin' at my place tonight. It ain't much, but it's comfy," she said. I tried to demur, but frankly all I wanted to do was sleep at that point; so my protestations of impropriety pretty much fell on deaf ears. I wasn't sure what time we'd gotten in, but I was even more confused about where I was. That after having been cruelly awakened by the sun god; that's the last fatted calf he'd ever get from me for damn sure! I rolled to my right and bumped into sleeping beauty! "Jesus! Mary!" "Hmmmmm," she noised. She licked her lips. "Mary! What—" She was fast regaining consciousness. "Oh, I guess we passed out here last night. Don't fret big boy; I didn't take advantage of you," she laughed, or started to before she realized she was in pain. I lay back down, and tried to get a handle on the previous night's events. "We won didn't we?" I said. "I mean we really won." "Third," she said. "Not bad for a first time. I mean the two of us." "No shit. I can't believe it. It must be true about what they say about riding a bicycle. "You gonna stay partners with me?" she asked. She was being very serious. "Uh—sure—if you're sure you want me to," I said. "I'm sure. We make a good team," she said. ****** It was the Saturday after my third week working at the store. Things had gone well, slow but well. We were getting product in basically on consignment. And that, I was gratified to learn, was because some of the vendors remembered me and were willing to cut us some short term slack. Harlan and Sam were doing a great job controlling inventory and the buying. I was the final arbiter of all things, but they knew almost as much as me, so I was fast becoming a rubber stamp. At noon, I was about to walk down the street for lunch at the diner when Nina showed up. And, she had cargo: Jennifer and Robbie. "Jen! Rob! It's so good to see you," I said, smiling broadly. I looked over at Nina. She was grinning. Nina and Mikey "I thought it would be a nice surprise," she said. "It sure is," I said. "Let's all go to lunch." We got to Ma&Pa's diner and order the greasiest stuff on the menu. Nina and I talked, and the kids talked; it was almost like old times. Until... "I hear you were dancing at the Moonlight," she said. "Yeah. I went with Mary. She's very good, you know," I said. "No, I didn't know she was into the scene, but I am glad for you, Mikey, you deserve to have a life. I mean a social life," she said. I could tell she was being sincere. Then, I had to ask. "Do you dance anymore," I asked. "No. Malcom isn't in to it," she said. I should have felt guilty about what I was thinking right then, but I didn't: a big dick isn't everything for damn sure. "Oh, too bad," I said. "You're good. I mean you were last I knew." I knew I'd made her feel bad, so I tried to make it right. "You should come with us sometime. I'm sure Mary wouldn't mind. Bring Malcom too if you want." After I'd said it I knew I'd touched a nerve, a raw nerve. Well, the best laid plans of mice and men, or so the saying goes. "No, I don't think so, Mikey, but thanks for asking," she said. I had the feeling that she was about to cry, but I brushed it aside. I kissed the kids goodbye. I told them that I would see them next week. They left with their mother; they were staying over for the weekend. Back at the store I had another surprise. Malcom was there, and he was talking to Harlan. I interrupted. "Got a problem, anyone," I said coming up to them. "No, I'm making something clear to our employee here," said Malcom. "May I speak to you for a moment," I said, steering him away from Harlan, who looked nervous as hell. "Look, Malcom. I thought we had an agreement. You're accounting; I'm operations. Now, is that so or is it not. Tell me now," I said, not blinking. "Listen, Mikey, I own the place, me and Nina. We let you bring that rumor monger back, but don't push it, okay?" "Rumor monger? Are you serious! You listen. Stay away from Harlan. You're only gripe with him is the fact that he outted you and Nina fucking around behind my back. That's ancient history now, and what is, is. So leave the man alone; I need his expertise, his and Sam's. Got it." "You just remember who pays the bills here and signs the checks," he said, and he turned and left. I was furious. But, I was in a bad position. I couldn't be running to momma every time his highness came around. I had figured there'd be some of this, but I was hoping I'd be given some room at least at the beginning. But, as it happened, I didn't need to run to momma. Nina knew before her husband's footprints were cold on the store's floor. And, I soon knew why. ****** "Got a few bucks to buy a girl a dinner," asked Mary as I was coming out of the back store room. I started, but recovered nicely. "Sure bet," I said. "Got my first check yesterday. You caught me flush," I said. She smiled, "I know," she said, "I'm the bookkeeper." "Yeah, I forgot," I said. Dinner was good. Italian at Gino's. "We gotta practice more if we want to move up," I said, talking about our dancing. We'd been getting together maybe twice a week for the past few weeks, just working the kinks out, but top competitors worked out five times a week, and often more. "Yeah, I'm game. But until you finally move up here and get an apartment... I mean it's a thirty mile drive from down there. The gas alone is gonna kill yuh," she said. "yeah, tell me about it," I said. "But, I just got my first check, and I'm here to tell yuh, I just ain't quite got the money to front for a place yet," I said. She stirred her manhattan seeming to find interest in the cherry at the bottom of the glass. "Mikey, move in with me," she said. "It'd be economical for both of us. We could split the rent, and you wouldn't have to come up with the first and last and utilities and all of that. Hell, if we have to wait for you to get enough for all of that we'll never have any time to practice." I was stunned by her offer. "But, your place has only one bed—bedroom. I mean..." "And your problem is?" she said. "Mikey, we've already slept together once." She giggled at that. "I didn't bite and we both survived the scandal." She was being funny now, or trying to be. "Mary—I'm a man—I don't know—I mean..." "You mean you might come on to me! Oh my god no, not that!" she was making fun of me now. "Well, pardner, you won't be the first cowboy to try that stuff. And, I guarantee you, you will not be gettin' into my pants unless I want you in 'em. So stop being so—junior highish—and move in with me. We're consenting adults for chrissakes!" Her logic was irrefutable, so I stopped trying to refute her. "Okay. It sure as hell would be better for the both of us. When?" I said. "Tonight. We'll make a trip down to your place with both cars and load 'em up. "Uh—you don't have any furniture do you?" she said. "No, none. The place came furnished," I said. "Good, I don't have room for much of that. You can call and cancel your lease tomorrow." The good news was that Mary's hall closet only had her suit case in it. So, I had a place to hang my meager wardrobe. My few other possessions took up almost no room; she seemed pleased with my poverty. I was sitting on the edge of the bed still dressed but working on getting out of my shoes when she came in out of the shower. She had a towel wrapped around her, and it barely covered her treasures. She'd evidently dried her hair in the bathroom. Well why not, she had a blow dryer. "You staring at me, boy?" she said. "Uh—no—I mean..." "Well why the hell not. Am I not good looking enough for you?" She dropped the towel, and I dropped my jaw. Her pubs were bare as a baby's. her tits were babyesque. Her hips flared as a woman's should. And her ass, as I soon discovered as she slowly turned to give me a mini-show, was the kind of thing that three thousand years before had launched a thousand ships and laid waste Troy town. I fell to my knees behind her and nuzzled her butt, forcing my nose and mouth between her cheeks. She giggled as I licked and suckled like a starving man. I in fact was starved. Starved for affection and sex and a woman. It had been eight years since I had had anything like this. She turned around and I worshipped her slit. I stood. I pulled her close and we kissed softly at first, then more passionately. I pushed her back onto the bed. She situated herself and spread her legs wide. "Mikey, I need this, fuck me please. Do it now." I'm not sure which was faster at that moment, light or my haste to follow her instructions. I dove into her groin and licked and sucked her clit until she shuddered. My five-inch tool pushed into her and she grimaced for the slightest of seconds. Then, she smiled as I began pushing and pulling in and out of her. I lay on top of her possessing her, needing her. God, did I need her! I came and she came for a second time. I flipped her over and took her doggy style. "Hmm," she said. "I love it this way. I love it when my man takes me." The only thing I am sure of is that she didn't love it near as much as I did. It took me longer this second time and she stiffened in a prolonged orgasm, her third, before I finally unloaded again. Half dead from my efforts, I rolled to my left and lay satisfied. "Oh no, big boy, you are not even done. She swung a leg over me and put us in a classic sixty-nine position. I was staring at her pussy with my cum dripping copiously out of her. Suck it clean, big boy; it's time to do your duty. She had my cock in a death grip, and I felt her mouth slide over the glans and engulf me as I leaned up to follow her orders. I'd never eaten my cum before, but Nina had many times. I figured if it hadn't killed her, and it wouldn't kill me. I went after it. Jesus, I was hot—still—she was hot. She bucked against my face as I licked her; her juices squirted out of her painting my face with woman smell. She had me hard again, painfully hard, after some minutes. I had to strain to come again as she rode me like the cowgirl she was. Finally we collapsed into each other's arms and slept. Mary and I had become an item, after that night, and that fact had become known to one and all at the store; but not to Nina and Malcom. We were living together, but since we had both been burned once we were playing it slow and sure. No promises had been made, no demands put forth. We danced occasionally, we ate out, we ate each other, we took long walks in the park; and we held hands on the little balcony in the evening sometimes, when the stars were out, and we were feeling mellow. After eight years of misery and self-pity; I was coming out of my shell and living again. The penultimate act had yet to be played out, but that was about to change. Things were going pretty good for me. I had a woman, a first class real woman, I was seeing my kids almost weekly—that was the best—and the business was beginning to boom. Yes, things were good, almost. ****** I had just poured myself a cup of coffee, and had gotten myself comfortable and ready to go over the week's sales reports, when he came storming in. I pinned him with an amused look. A man who is at his wits end is always in a bad place to make war. "I hear you refer to me as asshole," he said by way of greeting. So this was it. We were about to have it out. Good. It was time, and I was in a much better place to do it than I had been in the beginning. "I won't deny it," I said. "You will forgive me." "Fuck you!" he said. "You call me shrimp and little dick, or so I've heard. Not true?" I queried. "You are a little dicked shrimp," he said. "Maybe, but you are definitely an asshole. And, a cuckolding cheater as well. When you figure out which is worse, I mean what you are or what I am, you let me know," I said. I was surprised to see him seem to slump. He was still standing, but he definitely sagged. The question was why? I waited. "You and I—you and I—you and I..." he couldn't get it out. I was intrigued, but wary. "You and I what?" I said. "You and I need to talk. We need to get a few things straightened out," he said. I was pretty sure I knew what he was going to want to talk about, but I wanted him to say it. "I'm married to Nina, not you," he said. Maybe I didn't know what he was going to talk about. "Yes?" I said. "She's married to me..." "Yes, I know. And your point is?" I said. "You have to stop hitting on her, and I mean now," he said. I was surprised. "Huh? What are you talking about?" I said, now really not having a clue. "You have to stop trying to influence her. She loves me not you. Are you getting this?" he said. "Uh—no," I said. "I have no idea what you are talking about." Then came the gushing out of all of his concerns and worries... "She had lunch with you, dinners with you, you made a deal to let that asshole Harlan back on the job, you offered to take her dancing. Am I getting close? Is it becoming clearer to you now?" he said. It was, but I wasn't sure I was catching all of his innuendo. Taken together, I could see how he might infer something was going on that wasn't. I had to set him straight, or it would affect the business—badly. "I offered to take you dancing too," I said, with us that is. That seemed to surprise him. "Yes, we had dinner a couple of times, and lunch with the kids," I said. "Ah hah!" he said. "It was all about business. Working for my ex and the guy she cuckolded me with was a non-happening at first," I said. "I had to work through it. As for Harlan, you should never have fired him. One, you were guilty of what he said. And two, he knew his job like nobody else, except Sam of course." He actually snickered, "That's the one place that I have to agree with you," said Malcom. "Before he outted us, I had no hope of ever getting Nina to marry me; she'd told me as much. It was only after you finding out and essentially forcing the divorce that she would agree to anything more than the occasional fuck session. Frankly, needle dick, she needed my equipment!" he said. "You just didn't have what it took." I looked at his smug expression. He'd pissed me of at first, but then I thought back to my recent session with Mary; it gave me confidence. "So you say," I said. "Obviously your equipment isn't getting the job done, or you wouldn't be here all worried and pushy." He sagged again. "We had a fight. She loves me; I know that. But—there's a piece of her heart that you still own, and I don't like it," he said. He saw the smugness on my face now. His smugness was gone—interesting. "Really?" I said, in a patently smartass tone. "Yeah, well don't get your hopes up, she doesn't love you like she once did. It's more like she feels empathy for your situation and how she screwed you around; and, okay yeah, me too. We both did you in, and we're both sorry. "And now that we need you to make the business go, it looks self-serving as hell Nina meeting you for lunch and stuff, but that's only the half of it. I'm telling you straight," he said. I had mixed feelings about his words. It was like he was trying to connect with me, but there was something else. Maybe, I was suspicious of his motivations. "So whaddya want, Malcom? Why are you here, really? You're pissed off. I can see it. So again, whaddya want?" I said. "Like I said, we had a fight. I mean a real fight. She slapped me a dozen times before I could get it together enough to stop her." He took of the sunglasses he was wearing. "Jesus!" I said. "Did she do that!?" His right eye was blackened and it looked like there was a cut just under his eyebrow on the same side; it looked like it had bled like hell. "Is that a cut?" "Yeah, her ring nicked me, when she backhanded me. "I walked out after the last blow. I didn't trust myself, and I sure as hell couldn't trust her not to blow up again. Anyway, you asked, that's why I'm here," he said. "I don't get it. Whaddya want from me? I don't have any influence with Nina," I said. "And I'm not sure I give a fuck that she tore your ass up anyway." "Yeah, well maybe. But, I love her, same as you did once. She needs me, and I need her..." "Wait," I said. "What was the fight about?" It had just occurred to me that I might be involved at least indirectly. If not, then why was he here? "Our little go 'round over Harlan the other day," he said. "Huh?" "I told her about it. Told her I wanted either Harlan or you gone. She seemed to think for a moment. Then, she started to cry. Then, she stood up from the dining room table where she had been sitting and began to lay into me. She didn't scream or yell or say anything. She just unloaded." "And, then you ran out?" "Like I said, I had to get out of there. It was an actually dangerous situation. I went to the Crossroads. Had a few drinks. Talked to the barkeep. Believe it or not he knows you," said Malcom. "Henry?" "Yeah, that's his name," he said. "Yeah, I know him. We used to bowl together when I was much younger. I stop in there every once in a while even now," I said. "Yeah, well, he suggested that I get over my—well, he thought I should talk to you. I couldn't think of anything else to do about it all. So here I am," he said. "I see," I said. I still didn't really know what he wanted. Maybe for me to intercede with Nina for him. Turned out that was not the case. He took a deep breath. "Okay, shrimp, this is it. To answer your question as to why I'm here. "I wanna end my problem with you. I don't expect us to ever be friends. But, you're the elephant in the room, and I want you the hell out of it. So, I am here to apologize for taking your wife away from you. For being on your case about Harlan. And for anything else I've done real or imagined that caused you problems or harm." Now, I was stunned. Without thinking, I stood, extended my hand—kinda slowly—and said okay. He looked a little surprised. I had to ask. "Okay, you got it, my forgiveness. I can't think of a reason to hold a grudge any longer either. It sure as hell ain't makin' my life any easier. So, okay, Like I said. I don't know how it's going to help your case with Nina, but okay." "It'll help. I am going back. I'm going to tell her that we've buried the hatchet and that we're cool with each other, and that I apologized to you." "Yeah? Well, what would you have done if I had told you to go to hell?" I said, really wondering. "And, just so you'll, I almost did." "I would go back and tell her I tried, but that you weren't having any. She would have checked with you and you would have told her the truth. Or, even if you'd lied, she would have been able to tell; you know her as well as I do. You never would have been able to fool her," he said. I nodded and smiled. "Yeah, I guess you're right about that. And you don't have to worry about me trying to get back with Nina, either. She and I are over. In fact, I have a new squeeze that at some point we might want to make permanent." He looked surprised. We talked for a few more minutes and he left for the field of domestic battle. I actually wished him well. ****** Mary was sitting in the back booth at Denny's when I arrived. It was the day after my little sit down with Malcom. "Hi, honey girl," I said sliding in next to her. We'd plan to have lunch because we'd be in crunch time that night getting ready for another contest at the Moonlight Ballroom. We had just finished arguing about her dress, when a shadow fell over the table emanating from behind me. "Hello Mikey, Mary," said Nina. Nina, with Malcom a step behind her, asked if they could have a few words with me. "I'll go sit at the bar while you talk," said Mary. "No,no, Mary," I said. "You stay. I'm sure Nina and Mal won't mind. Will you?" I asked Nina, looking straight at her. "No, that's fine," she said. Mal nodded his agreement. Mary settled back down in her seat beside me. The booth was semicircular. Mary and I slid to my right allowing the new couple the room to sit across from us. "I hope we're not interrupting anything," said Nina. "I—we didn't know you'd have company." "No problem," I said. "Mary and I had some things to discuss. Not job related," I added. "Oh," said Nina, realizing for certain that Mary and I were not merely fellow employees. Malcom had clearly mentioned what I'd said about a new squeeze. "Okay, then I'll get right to the point of our being here." She indicated Malcom beside her. I nodded and gestured for her to go on. "Mikey, Malcom told me about you talking with each other yesterday. Is what he told me true?" she said. "I don't know what he told you, obviously," I said, "but we did clear the air, I guess you could say." I don't know why I said it, but I added, "I haven't even told Mary about it yet." Nina looked askance at me. "Okay," she said, slowly, in a questioning tone. I decided right then was a good time to let Nina in on a few things. "We're an item," I said. "We are living together." The look on Nina's face, not to mention Malcom's, was priceless. "We've been together for some little time now," I said. "We're getting married." Of course I hadn't asked Mary yet, and the look she gave me would have turned some men—but not me—to stone. Nina sensed that my remarks were a surprise. But, she decided to let it lay for the moment and plunge on. "Congratulations," she offered. Mary just smiled at her and nodded sweetly. "Well, I guess that what I say will be a good thing for both of you then," said Nina. Malcom spoke up. "Mikey, we, Nina and I, want to do right by you. You working for us and us payin' you thirty grand annual is unacceptable," he said. Nina and Mikey I looked at him wondering what he was talking about. "We've decided, your ex-wife and I," he looked at Nina as if to ask permission to go on, "that we want to offer you a partnership. Fifty-fifty. You'd be operations, just like now; we'd be accounting and the initial backers, also just like now. "Would that be acceptable to you—the both of you," he added, looking straight at Mary. I looked at Mary forcing her to finally speak up. "Yes, that would be fine, if it's okay with Mikey," she said. Nina looked at Mary with narrowed eyes. She knew something was going on between us, but couldn't figure it out. "Well then," said Nina, "I guess we'll go. Our lawyer will be in contact with you two in a day or two to sign the papers." "Nina, thanks," I said. "You didn't have to do it. I have no legal right to the store anymore, but I accept your generous offer." "You deserve it, Mikey. The store is already turning around. And besides, I owe you." She held up her hand to silence my protest. "No, I need to give you back some of what you should never have lost. I want us to be friends," she said. Nina looked over at Mary, "I hope you'll invite us to the wedding." "Of course," said Mary. I nodded agreement. "Of course," I said. "Okay then," said Nina, "I guess we'll be going." My ex-wife and the man who had cuckolded me, and about whom I had had bad thoughts over these past many years, rose to go. We exchanged goodbyes, and they turned to walk away. They stopped at the door and looked back as Mary let out a very indecorous squeal of delight. I took her in my arms and we kissed. I didn't see it, but Nina smiled a wan smile. The wedding was three months later. Our honeymoon was scheduled a month after that. We had decided to have it coincide with the Latin dance championships in Rio de Janeiro. We didn't come close to medaling, but we did have a ton of fun; plus, there was always next year. Oh, and the tickets to Rio were a wedding gift from our good friends the Bradys.