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Special

By: NiceEyes



I am happy that I learned that my husband, Mike, enjoys the fact that before we met, I was quite a promiscuous slut.

I didn’t meet Mike until a couple years after I graduated from college. He was one of my clients. Ignoring the policies about getting romantically involved with clients, we started dating and fell in love.

Mike was a kind, gentle man who would do anything to make me happy. When we were in public, he always treated me with respect and dignity, yet I knew he thought I was a very beautiful, attractive woman.

In contrast to my previous experiences, when I went to bed with Mike, he made me feel so complete. I was a person, a woman, who he treated very special. I wasn’t just a lay or a blow-job. He didn’t stare at my rather nice boobs or try to cop a feel when ever he thought he could get away with it.

He was passionate and intense. But I always knew that our acts of love were so much more than just physical pleasure. He encouraged me to “coach” him and tell him when I particularly like what he is doing or how he can do it better. At first, I wasn’t really interested in doing this because I thought it would take something away from the whole experience. But, when I tried it, I discovered the pleasurable benefits of moving his tongue 1/4" over or adjusting the pressure or angle of his touches. Believe me, ladies, its worth the effort! When something feels good but you think it could feel better, you’ll never know how much better until you help him out. Now, I rarely have to coach him at all, because he remembers my hints very well and he knows how to give me pleasure the way I like it.

We got married almost 2 years after we met. About 5 years later, I gave birth to my 2nd daughter.

Although our love only grew stronger over time, our sex life seemed to slow down after our youngest was born. I knew that Mike was always ready and willing whenever I was in the mood, but the demands on my time distracted me enough to drop lovemaking down a few notches on my list of priorities.

It was about then that we started using marital aids (my favorites are my rabbit and my Venus butterfly). After that, Mike started reading stories and letters from adult magazines while I warmed up.

Sometimes, after he read a story and we had sex, he would ask questions about the story. What did I like about it? How could it be better? Did it compare with a previous experiences of mine? I wanted to be honest, but I held back. I had heard so much about the “fragile male ego,” and did not want to hurt him. But, the more I told him, the more I became confident that he could handle it and he was actually enjoying it! His attention would lock onto me when I would tell him about a past lover, or what we did or where we did it. When I was in college, there were so many times that I seduced a man or he picked me up. Usually, these just lead to one-nighters. I never really had a steady boyfriend, but I usually had a stable of men that were willing partners whenever the time was right. I had quickie sex breaks while studying. I went on dates (dinner, movies, etc.) and always ended up fucking my date in the car, at his place or at mine. Often, I would just get drunk at a party and leave with a guy to have wild sex.

Mike enjoyed my stories and never judged my behavior, although he didn’t argue with me when I said I was a slut or I called my behavior promiscuous. He freely asked many questions and I openly answered them. I feel this brought us closer.

Then, one day, he asked a question that made me think. “Of all the guys you had sex with, could you pick out one that you would say was the best?”

There were so many men. It was fun scanning my memory, trying to compare them. After a moment, I honestly answered, “I guess that would have to be you, honey.” Mike didn’t readily accept my selection until I sincerely described how his loving, unselfish attitude made him such a wonderful lover.

“Ok, other than me,...” he started but reworded his question, “Is there one guy or one time that was special in any way that particularly stands out in your mind?”

I had more thinking to do. At the moment, I couldn’t come up with just one guy or one time. Oh, there were several candidates, but I couldn’t just pick one. I promised Mike that I would think about it and we could talk about it the next night. That satisfied him for the moment.

That next night, I was ready. I described a guy, Ted, from my comparative lit class. We were having coffee at the snack bar and discussing the various works we had read. The snack bar was closing, so we decided to move our studies to his apartment, just 2 blocks off-campus. Keep in mind that when I went to a guy’s place, I usually ended up fucking him. Ted never did anything to show a desire to have sex with me, but that was just my slutty frame of mind.

Upon arrival, Ted asked if I wanted something to drink. I asked if he had any wine, but the closest he had was wine coolers. I said that would be fine. We picked up where we left off at the snack bar, but eventually tired of the discussion. We closed our notebooks but kept talking; about each other. Ted was a large man, 6'4" and over 250 pounds. Although he wasn’t grossly fat, he was “soft” compared to some of my more athletic lovers. He wasn’t ruggedly handsome, but he was really “cute.”

Being alone with a guy always got me horny, so I decided to try to start something. During a break in our conversation, I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him toward me. I kissed him softly. Ted accepted my advance and the kiss grew in passion. After a while, I took his left hand and brought it to my right breast. He rubbed and gently squeezed it and my nipples got rock hard. I was going crazy with the slow progress, so I boldly moved my kisses toward his ear and whispered, “Do you wanna get naked?”


In a daze, Ted nodded and mumbled “Uh-huh!”

I popped up and in no time had my top, bra, skirt and panties off. Ted was still standing there, just finishing unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off. I decided to help and dropped to my knees to open his belt and fly and pull his pants down to his ankles. I immediately locked my gaze on the bulge in his briefs. It did not seem like he was erect yet, but the bulge was huge! I pulled down his shorts and stared at his impressive equipment. My hand cupped the largest balls I’ve ever seen on a man. Then I slid my hand up and grasped the semi-flaccid cock. As I pulled on it, I had a sensation I never had before. The cock in my hand actually felt “heavy.” Now, I don’t mean it was heavy like a brick. But it was noticeably heavier than any cock I ever “lifted” before. I credit this to its tremendous girth.

I leaned forward and sucked the bulbous head into my mouth. It was so large, I could not get much of the shaft past my lips. So, I busied my lips, tongue and hand to stimulate his cock in every way I could think of. It took a while, but I patiently played with it until it was fully erect, rock hard and even “heavier” than before. (On a later date, I measured his erect cock at 11" long and 8" around!)

I enjoyed this so much that I almost forgot all about my objective, to fuck him. I reached down to my pussy to rub my clit a little (that’s all it usually took) to start my juices flowing. I was surprised to discover that I was already soaked! So, I laid back on the floor and spread my legs, reaching up to pull him down to me. As he neared, I grasped his huge erection to guide it to my juicy pussy. I wasn’t a virgin, but he made me feel like one. I anticipated some degree of pain, but it was not too bad. The pain of being stretched so wide was overwhelmed by the extreme pleasure I felt from it.

I pleaded for him to force it all in and fill me up. He did exactly that and continued to plunge into me. On the out strokes, I felt a negative pressure like never before. I was quickly engulfed in orgasm and in no time my entire vagina felt like a nonstop series of electrical sparks. My orgasm wouldn’t go away for as long as Ted kept fucking me. I was sweating and my mouth became dry. My moans and sighs became shrieks and cries.

The greatest moment was when Ted erupted into my spasming cunt. His ejaculation was forceful and long. I am not sure how much cum I took into my vagina, but believe me, it was a lot! Words failed me when I tried to tell Ted how truly great (tremendous? wonderful? incredible?...) he made me feel. He softly mumbled something like “Me too.”

We were both physically spent. I climbed back up on his sofa and chugged the rest of my 2nd wine cooler in an attempt to quench my dry mouth and throat. Ted sat next to me and reached across me to softly grasp my tit. This brought our mouths close and we kissed with great passion while we settled down.

I tried again to tell him how much I enjoyed fucking him. He surprised me by saying that it was his first time. I almost cried! I suddenly felt closer than ever to him, being his first lover, taking his virginity. I embraced Ted tightly and kissed him.

I had sex with Ted, almost exclusively, about 8 times over 3 weeks. I felt like I was falling in love with Ted, and may have found my soul-mate. But old habits die hard, and Ted left me forever when he came to my dorm room, and discovered I was in there with another man.

I started to wonder if I would ever be able to settle down with one man. I graduated soon after that, and found a real nice position with a large company. The change in setting really helped me grow up and I started to date only one man at a time (with a few exceptions). Mike came into my life at just about the perfect moment, when I was most ready for him.

After telling Mike all about Ted, I was so turned on. I wanted to fuck him, whether he felt like it or not. Fortunately, he was more than ready and we fucked very hard. As we fucked, he asked questions about when I fucked Ted. The questions brought back intense memories and I started to cum like crazy. Mike liked this and kept fucking me hard until he came.

That night made Mike wonder about my response. He asked if I was curious about where Ted was and what he was doing. Before I could respond, he asked if I ever met him and he was unattached, would I want to seduce him one more time.

“Mike,” I said, “that is a very tempting idea. But that was a different time and a different me. I have no desire to change my life now.”

I have thanked Mike many times for being so understanding and letting me share my stories with him. It is strange how I started doing this for him and I have received so much pleasure in return.

Special



Most people will probably say I'm stretching it with my story line this time and they're probably right, but I needed to do what I did to make my point.

So, what happens when everything is taken from you? Your wife, your life's work, your pride and even your dreams; all gone, taken by someone who did it because they could. Would you go to the dark side, as I like to call it, to get your revenge, to make them pay even though you may lose yourself in the process? And if you did, is there anyway to come back to where you were before it all started? I'd like to think so.

Special, that's what my mom always called me. I always thought she called me that because my parents had lost their first two babies and I was born healthy. I didn't find out until much later that I really was special.

When I was six, my dad left. I had gotten pretty sick and was in bed for almost three weeks. When I got better, he just wasn't there any longer. I thought he was working out of town, like he did sometimes, and would eventually come back, but he didn't. I asked my mom and all she'd say is that my dad was a good man and that he'd always be my father whether he was with us or not. I found out later, from my grandmother, that when I got sick he thought I was going to die and couldn't bear the thought of burying another child. I wanted to scream at him that I was alive and to please come back, but I never saw him again; so it was just mom and I.

My mom worked for a law office and always worked long hours and weekends. Sometimes on weekends I'd go in with her and while she worked at her desk, I'd read or play on the computer. If I didn't bother her too much, she'd buy me an ice cream sundae on the way home, life was pretty good. 

When I turned sixteen, I wanted to go out for the varsity football team. You needed your parents permission, so with the slip in hand, I passed it to her at dinner that night.

"Mom, I want to play football this year and I need you to sign this slip," I said passing it and a pen to her.

"Honey, I can't let you do that," she said with a sad look on her face.

"Why not, I'm not going to get hurt or anything."

"Steve, I can't take that chance. Wouldn't you rather run track or cross country?" she asked.

"Mom, only nerds do that. The coach said I'd be a natural because of my build, please?" I was begging now.

"Steve, I just can't let you, if something were to happened to you I'd never be able to forgive myself."

"Fine," I said in more than a pissed off voice. "I'll be the only one whose mom won't let him play."

"Steve, how many of your friends mothers had to bury their first two babies? Until you know what that feels like, you're going to have to trust my judgment. When you turn eighteen and want to jump off a cliff, I won't stand in your way. But until that time you're going to have to abide by my rules."

I got angry and stomped out of the kitchen. 

"I'm not a damn kid any longer, she can't baby me for the rest of my life," I thought to myself. All right, I was angry but an hour later I was standing in front of her apologizing for being a jerk.

"I'm sorry, mom, but I really wanted to try out for the team."

"I know, but I guess it's time we have a little talk."

"Mom, if it's about sex, save it, I know pretty much all I need to know," I said getting more than a little embarrassed.

"Oh you do, do you? Well that's not what I wanted to talk about, but since you brought it up." I stopped her saying we could always talk about it later and was relieved she didn't push the issue. What teenage boy wants to talk about sex with his mother?

"What I wanted to say was that you are special, very special."

"Yeah I know, you're always telling me I'm special."

"But Steve, I never told you why," my mom said now holding my hand. "You see, you're one in ten million I'm told. You've got a little different genetic makeup and a rare blood type; something to do with RH but I'm not a hundred percent sure what exactly. All I know, if you were to get hurt and needed a blood transfusion that could be a bit of a problem. And, God forbid, if you needed a transplant, it probably wouldn't happen.

"I'm a freak?"

"Oh no, honey I'm not saying that, only that you've got a rare blood type that sort of fights off germs a little better than most blood types. Steve, I'm not a doctor, but as it was explained to me years ago, your blood has a tendency to kill the host, which is basically you. This is what killed my first two babies. That's why your dad and I decided against having any more children. Your father was furious when I accidently became pregnant with you. He didn't want to go through all the heartaches again but you beat the odds. However when you were younger and got sick, I guess he thought you were going to die and just left. I don't fault him for leaving. He was a good man but I guess he just reached his breaking point. I tried to reach him when you got better, but he just disappeared."

"So your saying I'm going to die?" 

"No honey, the older you get the stronger your body becomes. There are three types of blood and yours, and it's something like the 'O' blood type. It can be used in cases the other two types need a transfusion. Look, I don't understand it all, but when you are eighteen, they want you for a case study and also that you should be banking your blood in case you ever needed it."

This was a lot to take in all at once. At least I now know why she wouldn't let me play football. After that talk I guess I got a little paranoid. Even a shaving cut made my heart start to race. At that point I didn't even want to run cross-country but mom insisted.

"Steve, you're going to make yourself nuts worrying about it. You're in God's hands and if he wants to take you, there's nothing you or I can do about it." 

So I ran. And I ran as fast as I could so God wouldn't catch me.

There was no way mom was going to be able to send me to college; we just didn't have the money. Even though my grades were good, they weren't high enough to get a scholarship. I did however get a scholarship on need, and because I never let God catch me, I got a partial track scholarship. Damn, I had just enough to get by if I was careful.

I enjoyed college life a little too much the first semester and my grades showed it. Mom never said a word, she didn't have to; I saw it on her face. I buckled down and did what I should have from the start. The competition was a lot harder than in high school and instead of having thirty-five kids in my class I had a hundred and thirty five; but I stuck with it.

"Now that's what I like to see," she said as she looked at my next set of grades. A 3.5 G.P.A. this semester was good, but I needed to work even harder because of the 2.0 I had my first semester. So the first year and a half went.

When I came home for the Christmas break my mother took me to the research clinic.

"Mr. Kemp, we're happy you could come," the director told us. "Why don't I give you a tour and then we can sit down and talk."

The room was white, stainless steel and sterile. Everyone wore lab coats and no one smiled it seemed.

"Well, what do you think?"

"About what?" I asked a little confused.

"About our facility and joining our research program."

"I'm not sure I want to be your guinea pig," I told him. "I don't like needles much and having everyone hovering over me would probably drive me nuts," I said trying to nice.

"No problem, but I would suggest that you put away a pint say every other or third month for a while. If you ever needed surgery, having your own blood is a real advantage. That's the same thing I tell the other two."

"You mean you've got others here?"

"There are two others that are in the program. They come in every six months for a checkup and we run a few tests. It's free of charge and they are well compensated for their time. Linda lives here in New York and Richie is currently going to school in Chicago but lives in India. If you want to meet them they'll be here tomorrow."

"Maybe I'll come back tomorrow, what time exactly?"

"Steve, why don't you come in say about 11:30. They'll be done with their tests by then and you'll have plenty of time to talk to them."

I guess I wasn't the only freak.

They were having lunch when I arrived. Richie was about twenty-four and very frail but Linda looked good for a female freak, in fact she looked almost hot. Introductions out of the way, we got down to brass tacks.

"You join up yet?" Richie asked.

"Not yet, I'm considering my options," I replied.

"Well, it's a good deal but I'm done after this year. I'm going home to get married and live a normal life, what ever that is," he said with a laugh.

"How about you Linda?" I asked.

"I don't do it for the money, I just want to make sure I stay healthy. I've never been sick and I want to stay that way," she said looking at Richie.

"I'd love to stick her with my needle," I thought burning holes in her clothes with my eyes.

"Steve, if you stare at my breasts any harder your going to strain your eyes," she said smiling. "But thanks for the compliment anyway."

I mumbled something as we all started now to laugh.

"All right, I'm a guy and you are very good looking," I finally said gaining my composure.

I joined, how could I not. I'd all ready made an ass out of myself and it would at least give me a chance to get to know Linda better; and we did have something in common.

I saw Linda on and off over the next two years. We even started casual dating. During Christmas break during my second year in the program we went out almost every night. On the third night, while walking her back to her house, I gave her more than a peck on the lips. There was a little tongue and she about broke my back when she grabbed me.

"Steve, I'm not a damn China Doll. I'm not going to break if you hold me, kiss me and throw me down on the bed for Christ's sakes. You have a choice, we can play tongue tag on the front steps of my house, while my dad watches, or we can go somewhere a lot more private.

My house was also out, because of my mother being there, so we picked Plan C, a room at the Holiday Inn.

I was right her breasts were fantastic. Firm, round, with little straws at the ends. I tossed her around the bed as I licked and sucked whatever came in contact with my lips and tongue. Her pussy wasn't shaved but was trimmed very short. I munched through her bush before devouring her inner gifts. After her first few screams she put a pillow over her face as she kept raising and shoving her pussy against my lips.

Putting a pillow under her ass, I ate and licked up and down her crack until she let loose. Wow was she was a screamer, now I understood why the pillow. I kept it up until she got off once more. Now came the ten thousand dollar question; who had protection because it wasn't me and much to my dismay, she wasn't on the pill.

"You don't have a damn condom? What the hell type of guy are you? Weren't you a boy scout? You know, always prepared," she said laughing throwing a pillow at me. "Get your ass over here, at least I can get you off tonight, but damn it, you'd better have one tomorrow night."

"The blow job she gave was great, but it wasn't what I really wanted. Her lips were warm, her tongue and mouth were on fire and I was so worked up I only lasted a few minutes. 

"Wow, it's been a while for you hasn't it. You must have saved it up for at least a couple of months, I thought you were going to drown me," she said wiping her mouth on the sheet before coming over to kiss me. "I hope you're not squeamish about kissing a girl after she's swallowed, because if you are get over it, it's going to happen a lot. I love to kiss after sex and if you don't like kissing me after, I guess you won't get any more blowjobs.

I didn't have a problem with it. Hell, even if I did, I'd never tell her; I wasn't crazy. The only thing that did less than nothing for me was eating my own cream pie. I'd dated a girl who really got off on it. I tried it once and refused after that. We didn't last.

Friday, a six pack of condoms in hand, we had dinner and went back to the Holiday Inn for dessert. I used three before we checked out the following morning. Linda, I found was more than an active participant. Unlike a lot of girls who just let you fuck them, Linda fucked you back. If I pounded her hard, she gave it back to me just as hard. After our second time I had to take a breather, hell she'd about screwed my dick half to death. It got to the point where I could tell when she was about to climax just by the moaning and tone in her voice as she screamed at me not to stop. With her in my arms, the afterglow lasted almost until we fell asleep.

I knew her parents had money, I just didn't know how much until I had dinner with them Christmas Eve. When I drove up to the 'house' as Linda called it, I swallowed hard; it was a ten-room mansion.

"Steve, Linda tells me you'll be graduating next semester with a degree in sociology. What are your future plans?" her father said studying me up one side and down the other.

"Mr. Andrews," I started.

"Steve, call me Bob for Christ's sake."

"Ok Bob, I plan on teaching and doing a bit of research."

"Not much money in that is there?" he asked.

"It all depends where you teach and what types of grants you can qualify for."

"So in other words, we're talking upper five figures to what? Low six figures?"

"That's about it," I replied.

"Dad, money isn't everything you know," Linda shot back at him.

"Pumpkin, I just want to see if you two get serious, how he's going to support my little girl; that's all. I wouldn't want you to go out shopping with food stamps," he said now smiling at his daughter.

"I hope he doesn't fingerprint me or do a cavity search," I said under my breath as I started to get annoyed.

"And your mother works at a law firm in town?"

"At Simon and Thompson. She's been there over twenty years."

"Good firm, I use them occasionally," he told me. "Where did she get her degree from?"

"Bob, my mom isn't a lawyer, she's the billing and office manager there."

"Oh, I'm sorry Steve, I just assumed," he said trying to back track.

The rest of the dinner went about the same as the first part. I didn't like the fact that I felt I was in the witness box being grilled but Linda assured me that everyone she dated went through the same baptism by fire. I understood her fathers concern, but I still didn't like it.

My grandparents, and my mom and Linda were there for my graduation. I'd already secured a job at the local college, this way I would be close to Linda. I was still living at home if for no other reason to help my mom with her expenses but started looking for my own place.

"Mom, why don't you sell the house and get yourself a small condo. What you'll get for the house, you can pay cash for the condo and still have enough money in the bank to live on."

"Hon, are you trying to tell me something?"

"Well, I'm kind of looking for my own place. I think it's about time I was out on my own," I tried to say without hearting her feelings.

"I've got a better idea. Why don't I sell you the house and I move out. The place is too big for me and you're just starting out and will need room to grow into. That is if there's a wedding in the foreseeable future and maybe a grandchild?" she now said grinning, as I turned a bit red.

"I haven't asked her, but I plan on doing it on Valentine's Day."

"Do you think she'll say yes?" 

"I think she will, but I'm not too sure about her father though. I think he thinks I'm not good enough for her."

"Son, you're not marrying him, you're marring Linda. Let her handle her father."

"Easy to say mom, but you also marry the family remember that."

My grandma wanted me to give Linda her wedding ring, but I told her to keep it.

"Grandma, if we have a boy, he can always give it to his bride and if we have a girl, she can always have it for a keepsake."

I sold a few things and borrowed a few bucks from my mom so I could afford a ring with a stone large enough to seen without a magnifying glass. It was just under a half carrot with small baguettes on both sides. Not flashy but nice.

I made a reservation at a nice quiet restaurant and ring in hand picked her up. I was on pins and needles throughout the meal. I think Linda suspected something because she never took her eyes off me. I thought about all the cute ways to give her the ring but they just weren't me. Just before dessert I dropped down on one knee and told her what was in my heart and asked her to marry me with half the restaurant looking on.

Looking back now, I should have run outside and thrown the ring as far as I could have thrown it, gotten in my car and drove away. I didn't but wished I had.

"Steve, I maybe a little old fashioned, but have you asked my dad for my hand yet," was her reply.

"Linda, I want to marry you, not your father," I replied as everyone realized what had just happened and started moving away so as not to embarrass me anymore than I all ready was.

"Steve, I love you to death and will say Yes, I will marry you, after you talk to dad. I know he can be a pain in the ass, but he's only that way because he wants to protect me, that's all."

"Linda, you and I both know that he doesn't like me and thinks you can do better. So if you don't mind, I've lost my appetite and I think it's about time I got you home."

She tried to say something but her words fell on a brick wall. When we pulled up to her house I went around and opened her door gave her a quick peck and got back into my car.

"Steve, aren't you coming in to talk to my father?"

"You talk to him, he likes you a hell of a lot more than me," I said as I started my car and pulled away leaving a teary eyed Linda.

I guess that was the coward's way out but if she had to ask daddy for permission to marry me for Christ's sake, where would it end. I'd probably have to contend with daddy every time something major came up and I wasn't about to start that. I'm afraid she was a daddy's girl and always would be.

She must have called me a dozen times but with my cell phone off, it didn't make a difference. My mom was sad and felt sorry for me, but didn't take sides. I had two beers and went to bed; after all I still had a job to go to in the morning.

I saw him in the back as I began my lecture. I made sure it was the most professional and eloquent lecture I'd ever given if for no other reason than to show 'daddy' that I wasn't a meek little boy trembling in front of her all-powerful daddy. When I finished there was no applause but at least no one slept through it either. I watched him make his way down to the podium as he was in my arena now.

"Steve, you have a minute?" 

"Sure Bob, what can I do for you?" I asked knowing fully why he was here.

"I understand you want to marry my daughter and frankly I have a few concerns," he started to say before I stopped him.

"Bob, I don't know where you heard that, but I can assure you I no longer have any interest in marrying your daughter."

"But Linda said you had a ring and proposed? I don't understand?"

"I did propose but she turned me down, so I've decided to move on," I told I shocked Bob.

"That's not how I heard it, but if what you say is true, I guess I was misinformed," he said trying to find a respectable way out.

"I just told her I wanted to marry her not her damn father. There's no way I want to get married to a daddy's girl. Hell, marriage is tough enough without having your wife cry to her daddy every time something goes wrong. I want a wife and an equal partner, not a whiney little baby. But, if you'll excuse me Bob, I've got office hours and line of students that need to see me. Thanks for stopping by and I hope I've cleared up any misunderstandings," I said shaking his hand and walking out of my classroom with my pride intact.




Special 25th Anniversary



My wife loves Key West. It's a place to relax where sex of all kinds is encouraged. She likes to go for a few days and stroll up and down Duval Street. We shop during the day for sexy provocative dresses and go to adult toy shops. In the evening the relaxation and care free attitude make for long and wild love sessions.

On our 25th wedding anniversary we went to Key West for four days. We brought plenty of sex toys and a book on enhancing sex for married couples. Some of the ideas were new to us, but it was intriguing for a destination where my wife relaxes and anything goes.

We read in this couples book that prostate massage leads to better erections and larger cum loads. That was interesting. We read that couples masturbation leads to closer relationships and a clearer knowledge of what your partner likes. We never thought of self-pleasure as something to do with your partner watching. That was exciting.

We enjoyed our first day on Duval and went to a Caribbean style restaurant. My wife's nature is to be very conservative, but in the right surroundings just one glass of wine gets her in a very erotic, sensual mood. Key West is the ideal place for the tigress to come out of my wife and this night was the perfect example. We did some people watching and enjoyed ourselves in a very relaxed setting. We returned to the hotel early only to find the bed sprinkled with red rose pedals, some chocolate and a bottle of wine. The hotel knew it was our anniversary and made the room special for us.

I had a plan for the night. I wanted to pleasure my wife with relaxing, extended foreplay. I was hoping to go 30 to 45 minutes without putting my cock in her. I wanted to get her body relaxed and ready to enjoy every minute. 

The evening went as planned. My wife loved being pampered sexually. Her body was massaged with oils with special attention to her ass, nipples and tits. Her back and legs were given the time they needed. I was in no hurry. I was wearing a leopard silk thong. My cock was straining to stay in the thong and I wanted my wife's tight, wet pussy badly, but it all could wait so my wife was fully ready.

My wife eventually begged for some cock in her pussy so we started slowly. My nipples are always ready for her touch, but I asked her to not think about me and my pleasure, but to just enjoy her own pleasure.

Whenever I felt the urge to cum I would slow down and switch positions. I got to the point I felt I could fuck all night. My wife got to ride me cowgirl style. She positioned herself on her back and put her legs over my shoulders. I gave her long slow thrusts with her leaning over the side of the bed and my hands on her hips. She thrusted her ass towards me with eagerness, when I fucked her from behind. Eventually I realized we had been in foreplay or fucking for over 90 minutes. I asked my wife to lie on the bed and entered her from the top. I kissed her. My tongue swirled around hers. I played with her well oiled tits while I pulled and twisted her nipples. I rolled her over with my cock still in her so she was on her side and I was on my knees behind her with one hand on a nipple and one on her well oiled ass.

My wife said, "Please cum in me. I really want to feel your cock explode in my pussy". I started to thrust harder. My wife's hand reached up and she started twisting and pulling my nipples one at a time. My balls felt real heavy and my cock felt big and thick. As I fucked my wife faster she started to moan and said, "Fuck me. Fuck me hard and cum in me." I gave her a very large cum load. I felt it explode up my cock and into my wife. The feeling of a real big load exploding up my cock makes cumming sooooo special. My cock throbbed as the cumming stopped. Day one in Key West was all we hoped for.

Day two was very similar. We stopped at the adult store and bought a Nurse video. My wife is a nurse. We watched some of it on our laptop. The evening was another 90 minute plus session just as enjoyable as the previous day.

On the third day at dinner my wife wore a light weight silky skirt and just a camisole with lace all the way to the waist. She was braless and looking so sexy. She said, "Tonight it's my turn to take care of you." I was excited wondering what she had planned. When we arrived to our room she stripped to her panties and was enjoying a glass of wine. I was kissing on her and very eager. I had on a pair lace panties that my wife allows me to wear once in a while. She said, "Calm down. Take those panties off and go lay down on the bed. I'll be over to take care of you in a minute."

The anticipation was crazy for me. Eventually she walked to the bed with massage oil in her hands. She straddled me and held the bottle of oil over me. I felt the oil dripping on my cock and balls. It felt so good. My wife started stroking my cock and playing with my balls. I was in ecstasy. Every once in a while she reached up and teased my nipples with the oil. It was so good. Then I felt my wife start massaging below my balls and things intensified. I grabbed the wrought iron head board and tried to stay calm, but it was far too much pleasure for me to remain calm.

My wife had never touched my butt hole. Now she was playing with the rim of my butt with one hand while she stroked me with the other. The pleasure was more than I had ever experienced. She stopped stroking my cock and focused only on the hot spot just below the head of my dick. The prostate massage and hot spot cock stimulation came close to putting my body in convulsions, 

I read in the couples book that "dry cum" was possible with the proper prostate stimulation. I was experiencing a dry cum orgasm. My body felt like it was cumming over and over and over, but no fluid was coming out. . The feeling was not limited to my cock. It filled my whole body. As I held onto the headboard I was moaning and almost felt like I was in a sexual trance. Eventually, I reality snapped back when I heard my wife say, I want some of that pleasure. She stopped the massage and jumped on my cock for a ride.

A very unusual thing happened. The dry cum gave me so much pleasure that I felt like my cock was just for my wife. Even though I had not had a cum load explode out of my cock, I felt as though I had already cum. I was fucking my wife for the first time without the urge to cum at all. My wife got as much cock as she wanted in whatever position she wanted. I could pound her pussy or fuck her real slow. There was no risk of me cumming. She got every bit of cock I could give her for almost 90 minutes. Eventually she had her fair share of fucking and orgasms and asked me to cum. 

I usually try not to cum until my wife tells me. I have this little joke that she controls my cum and I will not cum without her permission. One time she was exceptionally tired and I really needed to cum badly. She told me she was real tired and asked if I could wait until tomorrow. I asked if she would use her hands on me and I could tell it was not her night. I said, "If you give me your permission, I'll go into the bedroom and take care of myself." She said, "You have my permission. Go enjoy yourself, but be ready to fuck me tomorrow."

If I'm out of town and want to cum, I call my wife and ask her if she minds if I cum. Usually this turns into very enjoyable phone sex.

As a young husband I never played with myself in front of my wife. On one rare occasion I was standing near the bed stoking myself. She looked over and said, "What are you doing? That's my job." I really enjoy the idea of pleasuring myself in front of my wife. The Key West book suggested it. My wife now smiles if she sees me playing with myself and simply moves to my nipples when she sees it. Other times I intentionally walk in the room where she is and say, "How about this cock? It's all yours." In fact, I stopped writing this for a minute, went to my wife's panty box, got a real silky pair and walked to my wife stroking my cock with her panties. She got a big smile and said, "We're going to enjoy ourselves tonight".

When we arrived home from Key West I bought a butt plug online. We use it once in a while. When the topic of anal sex comes up my wife usually says, "Save that for Key West." My wife is very apprehensive about me playing with her butt hole. I hope she relaxes and lets me show her how much joy she gives my ass.

I can't wait to return to Key West and an atmosphere in town that encourages wild and crazy sex.



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Three days. It took three fucking days for Linda to call me. I though I'd over played my hand deciding there was no way in hell I was going to call her.

"You weren't going to call were you?" Linda asked.

"No, why would I? You made yourself perfectly clear and I thought I did also. So what's there to talk about?" I said to an aggravated Linda.

"Don't you love me anymore?"

"Linda, I never said that. I love you to death. Do you think I make it a practice to get on my knees with a ring in hand for every girl I meet?"

"Damn it Steve, you're confusing the hell out of me. You told my dad you were moving on. Don't you want to get married?"

"It depends. If it's to a sniveling little daddy's girl, hell no. But, if it's to a beautiful, blonde, twenty-two year old who wants to build a life with me as an equal partner, I'd be honored to take her as my wife."

"Stay there, don't you move," Linda said hanging up.

Thirty-five minutes later a flustered Linda was at my door.

"All right, let's try this again," she said holding out her left hand.

Taking the ring out of my pocket, I dropped to one knee and asked her if she would do me the honor of becoming my bride. This time she said yes and jumped into my arms.

"Mom you can come out?" I asked her as I could see her reflection in the living room mirror watching us.

"I'm so happy for the two of you, I know you're both going to be happy.

From my house we went to hers and announced to everyone we were getting married. Her father still thought she was marrying beneath her class but kept his mouth shut, at least around me. Her mother was overjoyed and said that she and my mom were going to be very busy going forward, hell they had a wedding to plan for.

There were only fifteen on my guest list but Linda's went well over two hundred and fifty. Since they were paying for it, I really didn't care. But what I didn't like was the way Linda and her mom took over complete charge and basically alienated my mother.

"Steve don't worry about it," she'd tell me. "It's her day and I sure don't want to make waves and remember it's only one day of the rest of your lives. Let her do her thing and when you come back from your honeymoon it'll just be the two of you. I'm just happy you found someone special."

I loved my mom. She would do anything for anyone and taught me what was really important, family and friends.

The only way I can explain it, was that our wedding was an event. Without knowing exactly, it had to cost over two hundred thousand dollars. Hell, Linda's wedding dress cost over twenty alone. I sucked it up, had a good time and had only two glasses of wine. No use getting drunk.

Linda on the other hand got blasted and by eleven o'clock was about done for the night. Her parents also paid for our honeymoon; a windjammer cruise for seven days in the Caribbean. 

At midnight I grabbed my bride, carried her up to our room and laid her on the bed. I carefully undressed her and climbed in the bed next to her. I kissed her forehead and went to sleep. You see Linda got so drunk she passed out in a chair downstairs. This was not how I expected to be spending my wedding night.

Her dad flew us down on his private plane and Linda spent the first day emptying her stomach and getting her sea legs. We were on the boat with three other couples and much to my dismay they were also members of the 'beautiful people' group I began to hate. 

If you have money great, just don't throw it up in my face. They were all tanned, good-looking and the women wore next to nothing on deck, because they could. When Linda took off her top I wasn't too happy. When she and her new friends took their bottoms off I said something.

"Linda, I don't want you parading around everyone naked. The crews all walking around with hardons for Christ's sakes."

"I noticed you grabbing a few glances at them," she said grabbing my dick. "I just don't want to go back with any tan lines, that's all. What do you thinks going to happen? Do you think I'm going to grab a couple of the guys and ball their eyes out? Lighten up, you're the only man who's going to be getting any of this," she said with her hands on her hips. "And if you're really good, maybe tonight we'll fool around on deck under the stars when everyone's asleep," she said kissing me. And we did that night, but I swear to God I think I saw a couple of the crew watching.

I was glad when the cruise ended. There was way too much drinking and everyone wanted to dance with everyone else on deck after dinner. For me, there was just too much closeness. Don't get me wrong, the other three women were hot and had bodies most men would kill for, but I wanted Linda to myself and I didn't like the way the guys looked at or touched her when they danced.

The last night I almost lost it. Robert was dancing with my wife and everyone were two sheets to the wind. We were munching on fruit, drinking rum drinks and having a good time. Cal, one of the other husbands, suggested that the women remove their tops for a group picture, innocent fun right? Wrong!

He dumped baby oil all over the three of them and told the girls to rub it in. Lisa rubbed Linda, Linda rubbed Connie and Connie rubbed the oil all over the tits of the other two. The temperature on deck went up ten degrees as the guys moved in to help them. When Robert started rubbing Linda's tits, I lost it. I pushed him back and told him to get his fucking hands off my wife. 

A little struggled ensued and the crew ended up separating us. If he wasn't so drunk he could have killed me, but in his condition he was an easy target for my fist. I grabbed Linda and headed to our cabin, steam coming out of my ears. After slamming the door I faced her.

"Oh my God Steve, you fought for me," she said running into my arms kissing me. "I'm so hot right now I'm ready to explode. I want you right now," she said pulling me onto the bed. 

I tore off what was left of her clothes and with little or no foreplay I literally fucked the shit out of her. She grabbed for her pillow but I threw it on the floor. Holding both her arms outstretched I pounded her pussy as she screamed out for me to fuck her harder. I took possession of my wife and by the time we stopped everyone on board knew what we'd done. Bob apologized the next morning and said he was out of line.

"By all the screaming we heard last night, it looks like you two made up. That's one hot woman you've got, but if I were you, I'd keep her on a short leash," he said hitting me on the shoulder.

I was glad to get back home and with our new one bedroom apartment we were now man and wife. I loved that phrase, man and wife. I was happy, she was happy and if her dad would have stayed the hell out of our marriage we would have stayed that way; but he just wouldn't let go.

I tried to say nothing but it got hard. The new car and the allowance under the table caused a bit of friction, but a year later when we had a 'slip' and Linda got pregnant I about lost it.

Nothing was ever enough for his little girl. We got a new apartment, with no less than three bedrooms, baby furniture and clothes and more clothes for Linda when she grew out of what she had. Hell, I was happy to be at work and sometimes I was afraid to go home and see what new addition was they're waiting for me.

"Relax Steve, take a deep breath and relax. You know Bob. It's just Bob doing what Bob does, taking charge. Just be glad you're not having twins," she said with a laugh. My mom always knew what to say.

JoAnne, named after her grandmother, was born with ten fingers, ten toes and was healthy. We all knew that there was a possibility of problems, but Linda had the best medical treatment money could buy. I held my breath for the first year and from then on, she became daddy's girl.

Don't get me wrong, Linda loved her baby but didn't want to be bothered with all the crap of motherhood. We had a nanny, one just showed up one morning, and I thought we'd settle into being a family but that didn't happen.

Her family or their friends were always having some function or get together. I loved my job but it wasn't 8:00 to 5:00 and a lot of times I did work from home outside of class.

"Hon, why don't you go without me? I'll stay here with Annie, as I now called her, and get caught up on my work," I told her.

"Are you sure?"

"Go, have fun my love, we'll both be fine here," I said kissing her.

"Keep the bed warm for me and I'll be back early." And she always was. 

We had a great sex life, I had a fantastic job and a family most men would kill for; I had it all.

However, before long I found I was skipping a lot of the events and after a while Linda stopped asking me to go with her and if I did want to go, she sometimes tried to talk me out of it. All the rich, powerful and beautiful people were always there. The husbands worked, the wives went to the spa or shopping and I had nothing in common with any of them except Linda. Her dad was always introducing her to his new associate or friend as I always stood in the corner trying to make small talk with this person or that.

With dad gone, mom finally sold her house and moved into a small condo. She would take Annie one day a week and I guess bond with her. My mom sure loved that little girl.

"Honey, would you be terribly upset if I went with my dad on a three day outing. A friend of his just bought a new boat and invited him to go on a test run. Mom doesn't want to go so he asked me to come. It'll only be three days; please?"

"Wow, three days without you in my bed," I said stroking my chin. "Let's see, three times two equals six; I think there's still enough time to bank a few extra sessions if we start right now," I said chasing her into the bedroom where we made love for the next hour. As I said, I loved my girl to death.

The following week she left, came back and life went on as always, or so I thought. 

The parties and get together continued and with me toying around with the idea of getting my Doctorate I stayed busy especially when Annie needed me. 

My mom was the one who first noticed the change.

"Linda has sure been gone a lot lately, you guys all right?"

"Never better. I've got her, Annie and my work to keep me busy."

"I guess you're right. It's just me being a protective mother, that's all."

The next party Linda didn't even mention until she was going out the door. 

"I'll be back before midnight," she said blowing me a kiss.

"Where is it going to be?" I asked.

"You know, at Randy's and Peg's house," she replied. "Don't work too hard."

Hell, I didn't have much to do and decided to surprise her and meet her there. I dropped Annie over at moms and headed for the party. I let myself in and drink in hand I walked around looking for Linda.

"Where in the hell is she?" I asked myself not finding her downstairs. When I hit the stairs I didn't have a clue where I was going. I saw a few people but no Linda. Then I heard it. It wasn't loud, more so that of a muffled whisper but I knew instantly what it was. It was coming from a room two doors down and on the left side of the hallway. I tried the doorknob but it was locked.

I probably shouldn't have banged on the door with my fist but I wanted in and in now. A small group gathered as I yelled for Linda to open the fucking door. 

I waited but heard nothing. Pushing everyone out of the way I almost ran downstairs. With my hands shaking I started my car and tried to drive off. Randy came out and tried to stop me from leaving but I told him that if he didn't move I'd run his ass down.

"Randy, you can do me a favor though, please tell my tramp of a wife not to come home tonight. With the mood I'm in right now, I don't think it would be wise to talk to her." With that I drove off.

I picked up Annie and upset as I was, I said nothing to my mom. No use getting her upset too. My phone kept on ringing until I threw it out of the fucking car window. I saw it bounce twice before being run over by another car.

With Annie in bed, I just sat there in the dark. I didn't understand how, why or how long it had probably gone on; only that I wouldn't put up with it, what real man would.

Linda showed up the following morning. I was still in the same chair as last night and by the looks of Linda she hadn't slept either.

"Was he that good that you were willing to throw your marriage away for a roll in the hay. And please don't insult me by telling me you didn't do anything, I fucking heard you screaming as I walked down the hallway. I guess you should have used a pillow this time," I told her.

"Steve, it just happened," she started to say.

"It just happened? Define what you mean by that. You just happened to be upstairs. You just happened to walk into his room and take off your clothes and I guess he just happened to put his dick into your cheating cunt. I guess I now understand how it could just fucking happen," I said more than pissed.

"I'm so sorry Steve. Please honey, it was just this one time, we can get past this can't we?" she said starting to cry.

"Bull shit! How stupid do you think I am Linda?" a surprised Linda looked at me. "This wasn't the first time, it's just the first time you got caught that's all. Do you love him? I hope so, because you sure as hell can't love me after what you've done. Please, Linda just leave. Get the hell out of my sight, you're making me sick."

She bolted for the door and left me shattered and still wondering why.

Annie and I survived the weekend. I took Annie over to my moms and finally gave her the short version of what had happened. Hell, it had to be the short version because I still didn't know all the details.

Tuesday night Linda was waiting for me when I got home with Annie. She grabbed her and gave her a big kiss telling her how much she'd missed her, but not me though.

"Steve, I love you so much. Please let me try and make it up to you."

"How? Are you going to take back my nightmares from the last few nights? The sound of you climaxing is still resonating in my head. Just tell me why? Was I that bad in bed that you needed to find someone better? I just don't understand," I now screamed at her.

"I had nothing to do with sex. You're great in bed and always satisfied me. It's just that you never want to do what I want to do anymore. I can't sit in this place night after night; I got bored with our life. I wanted more."

"So, I guess having an affair added a little spice to your life; at least you weren't bored anymore."

"Steve, I didn't start out wanting an affair, it just happened. We just kept getting deeper and deeper involved and the other night we finally did it. I'm so sorry. Steve, believe it or not, I still want you. I want to go back to being a family before all this happened," she said now begging me.

"I'm sorry to. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone else before but it'll never be the same. You took something from me you'll never be able to give back to me, my pride. I know your father knows and if he does, so does your whole fucking family. If I was to guess, I'd say your father fixed you up or at least had a hand in it." 

With those words, Linda grabbed her mouth and started to cry again.

"Well, at least I have my answer. And you want me to go back like nothing happened? Your father drew a line in the sand and you crossed it. I hope the two of you are happy."

Linda left and if I thought things couldn't get any uglier, I was very wrong.

The next day, while I was at work, Linda, or should I say someone, cleaned out all her stuff and Annie's from our apartment. She was gone and so was my daughter. At school I was served with divorce papers and a restraining order. "She didn't waste any time did she; I guess she really was broken up." 

I got a lawyer but was told upfront that they had all the cards in their corner.

"Steve, you're never going to get custody and they're not even asking for support or alimony. Cut the best deal on visitation and run with it. If you fight it, they got the money and power to make it ugly for you."

"Screw it, I'm tired of daddy getting his way all the time. Go for split custody, what more can he do to me?" 

All right, I was naive and I guess a little hardheaded. When I rejected her first proposal the hammer fell in a big way. I was accused of sexual harassment and was fired from my teaching job. I was given no due process, just removed from my position.

"I'm going to the ACLU, I told the president of the college. Let's see, Bob makes a call to the booster club, they call you, you payoff a needy student to say I did something and I'm terminated all in three days; they're going to love this one," I told him.

"Steve, I'm not saying yes or no but what will it take for you to disappear?" he asked me.

Five hundred thousand, a clean employment record and you'll never hear from me again."

"We don't have that kind of money."

"I didn't say you did. Just call your buddy Bob and pass my offer to him. Also, tell him I'll drop the joint custody part but will want unsupervised visitation. Don't worry, he'll go for it; he likes to win."

I got my money and could see Annie one weekend a month. I gave up my apartment and moved into a small condo in the same building as my moms. Life basically sucked. 

Over the next five years they did their best to brainwash Annie against me. I was the reason for the breakup and they spoiled her rotten so she became a younger version of Linda. And speaking of Linda, she did end up marrying Don, that piece of shit I caught her banging that night. He was ten years her senior and she found that he was even less social than I was.

Weekends with Annie got so bad that I stopped picking her up. My mom still sent holiday cards to her, but she'd all but disowned me. Then two years later I got my payback

They were all in a horrific car accident. No one died but they were all pretty banged up. Shit-head lost one leg and the use of one of his arms. Annie had a huge cut across her forehead because she didn't have her seatbelt on, something about creasing her new dress. Linda had internal injuries the extent of which I'd find out soon.

Mom went to the hospital but was made to feel like an unwanted outsider. She'd done nothing to them and had only tried to be a good grandma to Annie. You can put an Armani suit on an asshole but all you really still have is a well-dressed asshole.

"Steve, Dr. Ryan from the research center. I know it's been a long time since we've talked but I've got a serious condition I need your help with. An individual with your condition needs a liver transplant immediately and you're our last hope," he told me.

"Have you tried Richie?" I asked.

"He turned me down even after I offered him a great deal of money to do it. It's a risky procedure and he felt he could be putting his family in jeopardy if he was to die. As he put it, money isn't everything."

"How much are they offering," I asked.

"Five million dollars upfront."

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

"So you'll do it?"

"Didn't say that doc. Who is the patent?"

"They want to remain anonymous, you understand."

"Boy do I ever. Doc, I'm sorry, but I'm just not interested."

"Steve, your our last hope at this point," he replied trying to push me and make me feel guilty.

"Sorry doc, you'll just have to find someone else," I said before hanging up with him while he was still pleading his case.

Twenty-four hours later, Plan B shows up; Linda's mother, Ann. I wasn't going to even open up the door but she'd at least been civil to me in the past.

"Steve, you're looking well. Do you have a minute to talk with me, it's really important?"

"Sure Ann, please come on in."

"I think you know why I'm here Steve, Linda was in a car accident and is in critical condition. She needs a liver transplant or she'll die," she said now with a tear in her eye.




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"Gee, that too bad. Give her my best when you see her."

"Steve, maybe I didn't explain myself fully, she needs a liver transplant or she'll die."

I could see the frustration in her face, her voice cracked and I almost felt sorry for her.

"I'd love to help Ann, but like Bob always told me, I have issues with it. But if you'll excuse me, I've got a dinner date and I don't want to be late."

Total shock is the only way to explain the look on her face.

"Steve, she'll die is she doesn't get a transplant," she said again.

"Ann, I heard you the first time and like I said, I'm sorry I can't help, but give her my best," I said pushing her out of my condo.

"Steve, I know you know about Linda's condition," my mom said over dinner. And yes, I did have a dinner date.

"So? And I'm supposed to care?"

"Linda was your wife, the mother of Annie."

"Let's see, oh yeah that's right, she was the one cheating on me and turned my daughter against me. Now I remember her," I said sarcastically.

"All right, things didn't go as you planned. But it would still be the Christian thing to do."

"When she cheated on me, was that the Christian thing to do? Getting me fired from my job, taking Annie away and turning her against me, was that also the Christian thing to do? I think not. Let them all burn in hell.

Two days later a reserved Bob showed up at my door. I let him stand outside my door for fifteen minutes before I answered the door. He was good; damn he was good at pleading his case. When he offered me five then seven million I flinched for just a moment. That was a hell of a lot of money.

"Boy, that's a lot of money Bob, but I have a few concerns," I said with a smirk. "With that much money I'd probably turn into an asshole like you and end up having to blow my fucking head off. You see I hate you more than life itself. You ruined my life and took everything that meant anything away from me. Now you want to buy me to save something that means more than money to you. At least Linda knew before she left me what a piece of shit you really are for setting her up, but after what she did there was no going back. So get the hell out of my sight before I do something I've wanted to do for years. You've lost, and all the money in the world can't help you this time."

Bob left with his head hung low. He'd won but at what cost. Between him and Linda they'd turned my heart to stone and nothing on earth was going to change it.

I saw Linda before she died. Don, her piece of shit husband was by her side. He had this indignant; I took your wife look, on his face when I walked in her room. 

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he spit at me.

"Just came to ask Linda is she wanted a real man once more before she met her maker."

I think if he could stand, he probably would have taken a swing at me, instead he just threw a couple of insults my way. 

"I guess God's paying you back for fucking around with someone else's wife. By the way can you still get it up? I heard not, but I thought I'd ask anyway."

"Stop it. Stop it both of you," Linda called out. I think there's been enough said and done to last two life times. Steve, you're looking well."

"You too Linda. I always did like you on your back but not with all the tubes and bags though. Gotten any strange stuff lately?" I asked.

"Got any more insults? I know a few others that would probably be appropriate at this point and time. Let's just say I'm sorry for what I put you through and leave it at that, ok?"

"I guess so."

"Steve, why are you here?"

"I just wanted to see for myself what a rich white trash whore looks like when she dies. I heard if you pay enough you could get a couple of angels to carry you up to heaven so you don't even have to die. Daddy offered me seven million, I think he's going to have to at least double that for what you're looking for."

Shit-head threw a bedpan at me and fell on the floor coughing and spitting trying to get at me.

"Steve, I had no idea you hated me so much. I know I hurt you and I know that me telling you I'm sorry doesn't mean much any more, but I did love you."

"You, your father and shit-head here gutted me and put ice water in my veins. I'm just waiting for you to die so I can piss on your tombstone and dance on your grave; then it will end for me and I can move on with my life. If I were you, I'd grab a priest and make a full act of contrition. Even though I once said I wanted you to burn in hell, you weren't always a cheating wife. Take care, and I hope to see you on the other side," I said walking out of her room seeing her alive for the last time.

I didn't dance on her grave, I wanted to, but my heart did start to soften slowly but surely. 

Mom was getting on in age and still sent holiday cards to Annie but never got one in return. I found Debra or should I say she found me two years after Linda died. She was following up on the research clinics past patents and gave me a call.

"You don't have to, but we'd like you to come in for an update exam. It's been five years and we'd like to compare how you are now to where you were when you first started."

I was teaching at a small community college and told her I would be in Thursday after my last class.

She was a fiery redhead with shoulder length curls, green eyes, a small pug nose and a ton of freckles. To say we hit it off would be an understatement.

"I see here you were married to another patient, Linda, who is deceased. Any children?"

"Just one, Annie," I replied.

"And how's she doing?" 

"Not a clue. Haven't seen or heard from her in years. She kind of took her mother's side and wanted nothing to do with me, so I just stopped calling."

"Sorry to hear that," she said making notes in my file.

"Where are we going to dinner tonight? I know a dynamite Mexican restaurant or if you'd prefer Chinese, there's one only two blocks from here that makes the best dim sung in town." 

"Give me one good reason that I should go out with you?' she said trying to stare me down.

"Because I'm special?"

She picked Mexican.

We dated for a month and became exclusive shortly there after. The first time we made love and I feasted on her pussy I stopped dead when she started screaming. I lost my erection and it killed the mood for me. 

A flustered Debra, sweaty and all, asked what the hell was wrong. With her in my arms I gave her the short version on Linda. We kissed, we talked, we kissed and went back to what we originally started. When she grabbed a pillow I laughed under my breath.

We did things I'd only dreamed about doing with Linda. After six months she moved in with me and we settled into the groove of a loving couple. 

"Well?" my mom asked one night at dinner with Debra and I.

"Well what?" Debra asked.

"When the hell are you two going to get married? I'm not getting any younger you know," my mom said putting down her fork looking at us.

"We haven't even discussed it mom and I don't think tonight is the time or place especially with my mother here pressing the issue." I told her. 

Both mom and Debra laughed.

"You know your mom's right, just when are you going to pop the question anyway?" she asked pulling her tee shirt over her head exposing her beautiful milky white breasts.

"Keep this up and we'll end up talking instead of what I've been thinking about ever since dinner," I said as she removed her shorts standing in front of me in a red thong and ankle socks.

"Don't you like?" she said with her hands on her waist.

"Not like, love," I said moving in to kiss her. 

Fireworks, Roman candles and M-80 explosions are what I saw and felt tonight. I guess we both went all out after talking about marriage and all. 

"I ate her pussy until the neighbors pounded on the wall demanding that we hold down the noise. When I sucked on her clit, with a finger in each hole, she gave it up as she ate my pillow. Debra was just tall enough where I could fuck her and kiss her all at the same time. Damn, I loved this woman.

I dropped my load into one of the tightest pussies I'd ever had. After our first time she showed me what it was like to fuck a girl who could crack an egg with her internal muscles. I had to look twice to make sure I was in the right hole.

"That was nice, hell, that was fucking fantastic," I told her.

"Thank you for the compliment sir, now if you'll just give me a letter of recommendation I'll be on my way," she said laughing.

"Never. You will never leave my arms ever again," I said reaching under my pillow for the ring box. Taking the ring I put it on her finger. "I'm not even going to give you a chance to say no. I love you with my heart and soul and never want you to leave me."

All right, I shocked the shit out of her and for once Debra was speechless. She did however kiss me until I told her to ease up so I could grab a breath now and then.

"Asshole, when were you planning on asking me?"

"Tomorrow. I guess mom set things in motion, not that I'm complaining."

"Let's call her." 

"Let's not and make love again. And then in the morning you can go over and show her the ring and start making plans."

"What plans?" she asked.

"I guess wedding plans," I said now confused.

"I'm not waiting for some damn fancy wedding. We'll get a license and my best friend is a notary. I'm not taking any chances of you getting cold feet or backing out. We'll grab our friends, immediate family and in the rose garden across the lake we'll do it. I've waited for this day forever, and I refuse to wait any longer."

I guess we won't be spending $200k on a wedding this time.

It was short, informal and everyone who meant anything to us was in attendance. We made up our vows and both of us had tears in our eyes at the end. We had the reception in our favorite restaurant and left for our mountain retreat the following day. Six days alone with Debra, with a mountain backdrop was heaven.

Life was better than good until out of my past came trouble. Debra caught it first, and who'd and hawed before talking to me.

It was only after dinner and a few glasses of wine that she got the courage to even bring it up. 

"Hon, you love me right? I mean, you'd never get mad at me for telling you, I mean asking you something would you? I mean if I had a question to ask you, you wouldn't get mad at me just for asking, would you?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked.

She swallowed hard and kissed me.

"I know something about your life before me, and frankly I don't understand everything other than it's been a taboo subject. However, something came up the other day and I've got to ask you something I know you're not going to like."

"Deb, quick beating around the bush and just ask. What's the worst that can happen?"

"Someone that used to be close to you needs your help and someone you don't like very well asked me to ask you to help," she said waiting for the explosion.

At first I didn't understand the question until I put two and two together and came up with Bob.

"Your daughter Annie is sick and needs a kidney transplant. I've checked and you're a perfect match," she said still waiting for the explosion.

"Get dressed, God damn it," I yelled. "Deb, put something on, you and I are going a calling," I said getting up and heading upstairs.

"Steve, it's late, where are we going?" she asked.

"To do something I should have done years ago."

We drove in silence. I was hot and Deb was afraid to say any more than she already had. Bob had told her I'd probably lose it but he had no choice.

It had been a long time but I still knew the way. I pulled up the long driveway to a large and dark house.

"Steve, it's going on twelve and it looks like everyone's asleep."

"Well, then I guess we'll have to wake them."

I rang the bell and beat on the door with my fists as Debra looked on wondering where we were and what was going to happen next.

"Steve?" Bob said opening the door a crack.

I pushed in, flipped on the lights and started yelling.

"Annie, Annie, get your ass down her and right fucking now," I screamed as Bob said that it would probably be better to wait until morning.

"Fuck off Bob because if I leave now, I'm not coming back. Annie," I yelled one more time before I saw the shadow of two people descending the stairs. "About fucking time," I shouted.

"Steve, watch your language," a tired and agitated Ann shot back at me as she hid Annie behind her.

"Good, we have the whole damn family here, just like old times isn't," I said loudly. "Debra, this is my daughter Annie, my ex-mother Ann and I guess you already know my ex-father in law Bob."

"Maybe we should wait until tomorrow," Deb whispered to me.

"I've waited too long already," replied. "Annie let me see what you look like, I won't bite."

"I hate you, I hate you for killing my mother," she screamed at me.

"Hate is a good thing to have. It keeps you warm at night and even gives you something to live for," I said moving forward as she hung onto her grandma.

"Tell her," I said out loud. "Tell her or I will," I said now looking at Bob.

"Bob, tell her how you paid a friend of yours to seduce my wife. How it took about four months but under your watchful eye you made sure she slept with Don fully knowing that I would never forgive her for cheating on me. You know, she never even suspected that you were behind it until I asked her who introduced her to him. Linda wasn't the smartest girl on the planet but it only took her about thirty seconds after I asked. The look on her face said it all."

"Bob, tell your family how you bribed a co-ed to say I sexually assaulted her so that I would be terminated from my teaching job. But I guess I didn't just roll over, and it cost up another $500,000.00 to get me to go quietly away."

"The three of you made a great trio. You took Linda away from me, got me fired and the only thing left was to turn Annie against me. It couldn't have been that hard could it? Mother, grandparents all tell you what a low life I was and making sure you always had anything you wanted just like her mother; but I guess no one could for see the accident."

"Steve, you're wrong," Ann shouted angrily at me. "My husband is a good man, he would never do the things you're accusing him of."

"You're right about one thing, he did love his family. I asked myself over and over why he went through all the trouble to ruin my life and then one day it hit me; he could control me. Bob always wanted to be in charge and have it his way. Hell, he could always control Linda and his beloved wife, but I was always a thorn in his side. I didn't fit his mold for a son, I wouldn't kowtow down to him and he ended up hating me for it. He didn't know how to lose."

"Annie, your mother paid the price for my hatred of your grandfather. Your mother and Don meant less than nothing to me anymore but I still hated you Bob more than my own life. Bob, how did it feel to sentence your own daughter to death? Did he tell you that he offered me seven million, and I told him to fuck himself? Not one of my prouder moments I might add."

No one said a word until I'd finished with my tirade. Everyone just looked at one another and then at Bob. I guess they tried not to believe what I'd said was true but finally realized that I had nothing to gain by lying at this point. Just one look at a beaten Bob told them I was right. 

"This is the last time I will ever set foot in this house again. You people have given me nothing but pain and heartache but no more. I've got a new woman in my life and it's time for me to move forward," I said smiling and grabbing Deb's hand.

"Annie, whatever you need I will give you because you still are a part of me. After all this is done and if you decide you want to be a part of my life great. If you don't, well then so be it, it'll be your loss not mine. There is however one person who has lived for the day she will see you again. My mother has never done anything to you. She helped raise you and you never once acknowledged her cards or gifts. I know they probably weren't up to par with what you received from your other grandparents but a thank you would have been nice."

"I never got them. I never saw a card or present all these years. I just thought that after mom died the two of you never wanted to see me again."

"I guess you'll have to ask your grandparents what happened to them all," I said looking at the two people I wouldn't want to be in their shoes when I left.

Debra and I turned and walked out. We didn't even get half way to the car when I felt two arms circle my waist. A tearful Annie was hanging on for dear life crying trying to tell me that she still loved me.

"Pumpkin, you need to get some sleep tonight because tomorrow and the next day are going to be very busy. We've got to get you well so I can tell you all the stories about your mom you never heard," I said kissing her on the top of the head and giving her one more hug.

The surgery went well and in a couple of months Annie was back to her old self, with one exception. She became a part of my life again. She still lived with her grandparents and they spoiled her rotten but did put money away for college. She still drives a nicer car that I do but like her mother she never rubs my nose in it.

Looking down I know Linda is proud of Annie. Every once in a while I look to the heavens and say, "At least we did one thing right."



Special



Marc Harmon is an extraordinary person. He is special. I have loved him completely since almost the first moment I met him.

I was on holiday with my parents and his family had the cabin next door. The very first day, while my parents were unloading the car I ran off exploring and saw him sitting on the balcony that ran along the front of their cabin. I ran straight over and stopped a few steps away.

He was beautiful, the most beautiful person I had ever seen. He had curly blonde hair and the biggest, bluest eyes ever.

We stared at each other for a while and then he smiled at me. His smile was beautiful too, even though he was missing a front tooth.

I started kicking at the dirt with the toe of my shoe and sending him shy looks from under my fringe. After a while his smile faded to be replaced by a look of confusion. He must have wondered what on earth I was doing. No, knowing Marc he was wondering why I hadn't touched him yet.

Marc is a very tactile person; he loves to hug and be hugged. He is so sweet that everyone wants to hug him. Certainly at that point he was prone to throwing his arms around anyone who came close enough and kissing them. It's one of his most endearing traits.

Of course, at the time he was only five years old so it wasn't quite as off putting to strangers as it is now he's almost twenty one.

When his face started to pucker and tears to squeeze out from under the long thick lashes I did what I have always done since... I ran to him and hugged him. 

Instantly the tears disappeared and that bright sunny disposition re emerged. He hugged me tightly and laughed. He has a wonderful laugh. No one who hears that laugh can help but smile, at the least.

By that time Mrs Harmon had come out onto the balcony and she gave me her smile, which is only a shade less wonderful than Marc's.

"Hello," she said. "And who might you be?"

Being only eight myself, I wasn't quite sure what she meant. "I'm James?" I said hopefully and she smiled again.

"Well hello James. I'm very pleased to meet you."

"We're on holiday. We're over there." I pointed towards our cabin and she smiled again.

At that point I was distracted by a gentle touch on my arm. I turned and looked down into pools of liquid blue. I have always been quite a bit taller than Marc but it was more pronounced then. While I was staring into his eyes he touched my face and said, "Pretty."

I smiled even though I didn't really know why I was smiling. If I had thought about it I would have realised that Marc's actions weren't exactly normal, even for a five year old, but I didn't see anything beyond his angel face and bright smile. He made me feel warm, he's had the same effect ever since.

"Would you like a drink, James, or some biscuits perhaps?"

"Yes please," I responded instantly, being at the age when affairs of the stomach overrode just about any other consideration. 

"Do you want to see my special stone?" I asked Marc as she turned to leave. He smiled at me but didn't answer so I took out the stone and held it out to him. It was my most treasured possession. I had found it on the beach the year before and it had not been more than a foot away from me ever since.

For a moment Marc stared at me and then he stared at the stone. Gently he brushed the stone with his fingertips and then looked up again, his eyes wide with wonder.

"You can hold it if you want," I said magnanimously and he took it from my hand and lifted it close to his face to examine it carefully.

The stone is about the size of an egg and fits snugly into the palm of the hand... at least for a child. It is blue, shot through with white lines, making a criss cross pattern through the stone. I thought it was beautiful; so did Marc. He still has it.

When the time came to take back the stone he gave it up readily but looked so sad that it hurt my heart. There were tears in his eyes and his lips were trembling. I have never been able to stand seeing him cry and so I handed it straight back over, hungry for the beautiful smile that rewarded me.

I was way too young to know it right then but in that moment, when I handed him my stone, I also handed him my heart. He still has that too.

In the days that followed our families met and became fast friends and Marc and I were inseparable. Even when I discovered that he was different, not the same as anyone else, special, I adored him with a passion and spent every possible moment at his side.

I was fiercely protective of him and would move the earth to make him smile when he was sad.

Not so much then but, as the years passed and we spent every summer together, I would fight anyone who made him sad or tried to hurt him; and there were a depressing number over the years.

After the third or fourth year of meeting up every summer our parents became so friendly; initially they told me later because of the relationship that had developed between Marc and me; that we started to spend other holidays together. Marc visited my home and I went to him. It was one of those friendships that only grew stronger with separation.

When I was twelve Mr Harmon was promoted in his job and the family came to live only a short bus journey from my home. By then Marc had a sister, Judith who was four years old and as pretty as he was, although very different. She had the same sunny personality and sweet smile but she was bright and inquisitive, quick witted and talkative.

Marc was much quieter, tending to sit back and watch; waiting to be presented with things rather than seeking them out. He barely spoke and when he did it was usually single words or short, disjointed sentences. He made himself well understood though.

By then I had realised that Marc wasn't the same as everyone else, as anyone else. It wasn't just his beauty and his sweetness; it was more, much more. Strangely it was never an issue between us and it was a huge shock to me the first time I heard someone make a derogatory comment to him.

I found in unbelievable that anyone would want to hurt Marc, he was so gentle and loving but one time we were at the beach and there was a group of boys, about my age. I was eleven and Marc was barely eight. We were walking through the arcade hand in hand. 

Our parents were next door in a bar and I think it was the first time I had been allowed to take him anywhere on our own.

The boys were gathered around one of the gaming machines and they started nudging each other and giggling. Marc was, and is, very distinctive looking, with his baby blonde hair and vivid eyes, which are always wide with wonder at everything.

We were lost in the colours and sounds of the arcade and Marc was bouncing with excitement. When the boys appeared in front of us he grinned at them and reached out his hand to touch a colourful wristband worn by the nearest boy who instantly snatched it back causing Marc to frown.

"Are you two gay or what?" One of the boys asked. I didn't even know what gay was, not then.

"Yeah... you're a couple of fags."

"I..." I had no idea what they were talking about but I knew danger when I saw it and I was seeing it in the form of four large pre teens with mean streaks a mile wide. If it had just been me I would probably have put up a fight. I was well built even then and have never run from confrontation. However, Marc was with me and the thought of him being hurt or scared was unbearable so I just took his hand and walked away, down one of the aisles.

Unfortunately the arcade was almost empty and there was no one there to help us.

"Hey freaks." One of the boys called after us and I felt Marc jerk. I stopped and looked at him. He had blood on his cheek. He had been looking back, curious about the boys and not understanding at all why they were being unkind. He'd been hit by something one of them had thrown after us.

For a moment Marc had stared at me, his eyes shocked, and then he had blinked hard as the tears came and he started to cry. Of course the boys loved that and it whipped them into even more of a frenzy.

"Aww, is the poor little baby crying?"

"Why don't you take your boyfriend home to his mammy?"

"Freaks."

For myself I could have ignored them and walked away but Marc was here. Marc was bleeding and crying and I had to protect him at all costs. I carefully let go of Marc's hand.

"Stay here," I said gently and guided him backwards, pressing him firmly against the machine.

He shook his head and gripped my arm. "Don't leave me." He said in a small scared voice looking up into my face. I forced myself to smile and loosened his hand.

"Marc, it's alright. I promised to take care of you and I will. Just stay here and you'll be fine."

"Jamie no. I'm afraid. Jamie no."

"It's alright. I'll take care of you."

Marc shook his head.

"What's the matter? Doesn't your boyfriend want to play?"

"He's not my boyfriend."

"No, no, no," Marc moaned getting more and more frightened by the situation, the threat that was now almost palpable. "No Jamie, no. I want to go home. Home Jamie, home."

The boys had sidled closer and they were staring at Marc as if he was some kind of exotic bug.

"What's wrong with him?"

"He's weird."

"There's nothing wrong with him," I snap. "Leave us alone."

One of the boys put his hand into his pocket and took out another stone. He drew his hand back but before he could throw I threw myself at him and caught him in the middle, knocking him to the floor. When he was flat on his back I pummelled him until I heard Marc's wail behind me.

I leaped to my feet and grabbed the nearest boy by the back of his neck and flung him against one of the machines. Marc was crouched on the floor, hugging himself, with his face half turned away. The boys were poking him and making derogatory remarks.

"Retard."

"Freak."

"Spaz."

I don't know what would have happened if the arcade attendant, probably alerted by the wail, hadn't appeared and taken control of the situation. Seeing Marc and the state he was in he ordered the other boys out of the arcade and, with threats and curses, they left.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" He reached out his hand to Marc but he shrank away and wailed again. I crouched down and reached out to stroke his hair. Slowly he turned his head and showed a face streaked with blood and tears. I smiled at him and a hesitant smile came back.

"It's alright now, Marc," I said in a careful, even voice; the one I always used when he was frightened or hurt. "It's all gone away and I'm here. I'll take you back to your mam now. You know me don't you; you trust me?"

"Jamie," he said flatly, his eyes still blank and hurt. I hated myself that I hadn't protected him from that.

"Is he alright?"

"He's... different. He gets upset. He trusts me."

"Are your parents far away?"

"Next door."

"Are you sure?" He looked concerned. He was a nice guy.

"I'll take care of him."

"I'm sure you will. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I'll take care of him."

I was a stubborn kid. He looked at Marc, who by now was smiling his sunny smile again and looking at me with adoring eyes. The man smiled and nodded and then left us alone.

I took Marc by the hand and led him back to our parents and all hell broke loose. Marc's parents were very protective of him and they were all for calling the police. After first being cast in the role of villain for not taking care of him, once my mother pointed out that there were always going to be arseholes who didn't understand Marc and that it wouldn't be fair on him to keep him close all the time, I was suddenly a hero.

There were other times over the years when I fought to defend him, sometimes in more subtle ways as we grew older. 

Marc never went to school like I did; he went to a special school in a taxi every day. I knew he hated it because I had to work hard to cheer him up every day when he got home. I don't know why he hated it but I hated it too... just because it made him sad. He never learned to read, or ride a bicycle, or play football.

There were a lot of things he couldn't do but there were so many more things he could do. For one thing he could climb like a demon given half the chance. He climbed trees, mountains, climbing walls, anything and anywhere and I mostly got the blame, not that I minded because he was happy when he was climbing, and when he was running, or riding.

Once, we went on an outward bounds course for... I won't call it by its name because it doesn't apply to Marc. Marc isn't and never was disabled, handicapped or challenged; he was just... special.

The course was good though. It gave Marc the kind of freedom that he lacked at home and everyone was surprised by the way he took to the challenges. He was like a fish in the water and wasn't afraid of anything. 

Once, when we were standing on the top of a tower waiting to jump off, trusting a rope and a few pieces of metal to get us to the ground, he put his arm around me and smiled his smile. "I'll take care of my Jamie," he said, and then he pushed me off. I screamed all the way down, but he didn't. When he landed he grinned at me.

"I thought you were going to take care of me."

"You're okay," he said smiling as if that explained everything and then he hugged me. I was fifteen and that was the moment I knew for sure I'm gay. The smell of him; the warmth of his arms; the softness of his hair. Although later I felt guilty about it, about the way I felt, about who I was feeling it about; at that time, that one glorious moment I was totally and absolutely in love with him.

In some ways Marc never grew up. As we got older his childlike innocence became more and more pronounced as he reached the age he really should have left it behind. He never learned how to lie, how to cheat and steal, or how to hurt people. Marc would no more have hurt another person than he would have pulled his own teeth.

That didn't impress everyone. There were some who like to spoil perfection, to corrupt innocent. There were some who wanted nothing more than to tear him down and hurt him and every time they did I kicked their arses and built him back up again. It was never hard. Marc always found it easier to be up than down.

I thought that was because of the way he was but I should always have realised that it was actually because of the person he was.

When he was fifteen, almost sixteen something terrible happened to Marc, something he never recovered from. He lost his best friend; his supporter; his protector; his other half. He lost his sparkle, his shine. He changed. He was broken.

I didn't know that any of that would happen when I accepted the place at an university almost two hundred miles away. I didn't know that I would hurt my best friend so badly that he never completely got over it. I didn't know that I would never see that light in his eyes again; that from then on every time he looked at me there would be a shadow.

At first when I tried to explain to him what was going to happen, that I was going to leave to go to school but I would come back for weekends and holidays, he really didn't understand. He had no frame of reference. He had no concept of a life without me around. He didn't understand and that was why he accepted it. It made me feel that it would be alright even when I knew deep down that it wouldn't

Both sets of parents reassured me that I was doing the right thing. His parents thought that without me around Marc would find a little more independence, that he would have to. I acknowledged that Marc relied on me totally, maybe too much and so I believed then. My parents thought that I would find more freedom, a life of my own, a girlfriend maybe. I let myself be persuaded that it was the right thing to do and I have to admit that the thought of total freedom was a rush.

I started a degree in technology with a major in interstellar travel. My mother always said I had my head in the stars, and there I was about to be designing star drives; helping people travel to them. It was exciting, stimulating, all consuming. I thought there were no limits, no boundaries.

I had believed that Marc would learn to accept. I spent hours explaining what I was going to be doing. We looked at star charts, watched programmes about transports and cruisers; I even rented movies about university life or star travel. I really thought that he understood, that he was okay, even happy for me, but I was wrong.

The moment I saw the confusion replaced by pain in his eyes; the moment I hugged him for the last time and turned away and he ran after me; the moment he looked into my eyes and begged, "Don't leave me Jamie," I knew I had made the biggest mistake of my life but it was too late. Way too late.

The first time I came back for the weekend my heart broke. I went straight over to Marc's house, even before I unpacked. He was in his room and I knew from the look on his mother's face the moment she set eyes on me that he wasn't in a good place.

When I opened the door and saw him sitting on his bed with his knees dawn up, staring out of the window with blank, empty eyes, my heart broke and the minute he looked up at me, it crumbled.

"Hey."

"Jamie went away."

"I know, but I came back. I told you I would come back. I'll always come back."

He shook his head and turned back to the window. "Jamie went away."

And that's all he would say... for hours. It took a lot of encouragement and cajoling to draw him out of his shell enough to speak to me, and even then it was in single words with downcast eyes.

I tried so very hard but it was as if he had shut a door somewhere inside which he never opened for me again. He never opened it for anyone else either and as the months and then years passed he withdrew further and further behind it.

When he was almost eighteen and I was twenty one I finished university. I came home to find him so changed I wouldn't have recognised him if I had met him in the street. I hadn't been back for three months because I had finals to study for and parties to go to. I'd had a life and I thought that by immersing myself in that life I could shut out the images that haunted me... images of blue eyes filled with tears.

As soon as I walked through the front door my parents told me straight away that I needed to go and see Marc. They said that his parents were worried about him and they thought I would be able to help. I wasn't. He didn't want to see me. He wouldn't talk to me and I grieved for how much I had let him down. He was a precious, precious gift, a sunflower and I had crushed his petals. I didn't know what to do to make him alright again.

After three hours when he still hadn't said a single word to me I went downstairs to get a drink and his parents asked to speak to me in the kitchen.

I sat on a tall stool at the kitchen table and they stared nervously into their drinks.

"We've been contacted by someone through Marc's school; a doctor. They've been doing experiments; research and development about conditions like Marc's." 

I had learned a long time ago that Marc was the way he is because of complications during his birth that had starved his brain of oxygen and cause irreparable brain damage. At least until now it had been irreparable.

"They think the can do something for him."

"Do something?"

"Make him..."

"Better?" For some reason I felt angry, so angry I wanted to hit them. "How could you say that? There is nothing anyone could do to make him better. He's perfect the way he is."

"Jamie... It couldn't have lasted. Maybe three years ago I would have listened to you, believed you. Three years ago he was whole, he was happy but now..." She stopped.

"Now what?"

"You couldn't have stayed with him forever. You have your own life. You have friends, a career, a future. You couldn't have given all that up for him and that's what it would have taken to keep him whole. You were always going to have had to leave sooner or later and it was always going to have broken his heart."




Special



"I would never have done that."

"You did do that Jamie. I know you didn't mean to. I know you would never have hurt him deliberately; but you did. When you left it tore the heart out of him and he has never been the same since. He's broken, Jamie. Somewhere deep inside he's lost his sunshine. He doesn't smile any more; doesn't speak, barely sleeps or eats.

"Marc was never going to be independent. He was always going to need someone to look after him all his life but we never meant to make that person you. We never meant to put that responsibility on your shoulders."

"But I don't care about that; I want it. I want to take care of him. I won't leave him again."

They exchanged glances and I didn't know what that meant. By that time I was so scared, so angry, there were a lot of things I wasn't noticing.

"Jamie, no one could expect you..."

"I don't care what anyone expects. I'll get us a place together and I'll take care of him."

"And how would you support yourselves?"

"I'll get a job; work anywhere."

"And who will take care of Marc while you're at work? Or were you planning on leaving him in your home alone? Do you think he would cope with that?"

"No, I... I'd find a way." I felt desperate, as if the conversation, Marc's life, was slipping through my hands.

"What about when you fall in love?"

"What...?" Shit do they know?

"Sooner or later you're going to meet someone and want to make a life with them. You're going to have a wife and children. How are they going to fit in? You couldn't just put Marc aside at that point. It's a lifetime commitment."

How could I tell them? How could I admit? How could I explain how I had tried? I had tried so hard to open my heart to someone else. There had been girlfriends... and boyfriends but none of them lasted because none of them could compare.

I knew that there was never a possibility of Marc and I being together that way. I knew he loved me as much as I loved him but, with Marc, it could never have been anything more than innocent; strictly platonic and I was happy with that. I was sure that I could live with him, love him and never compromise him.

"I'll make it work," I said stubbornly. They smiled sadly at me.

"We know you mean that. You've always been a wonderful friend to him but you're a man now, Jamie, a man with your own life, your own responsibilities. Marc can't be first with you any more, and you can't fight the world for him."

"But I..."

"I'm sorry Jamie. I know this is hard for you but it's happening. Marc's booked in for the surgery on Wednesday."

"What? So soon but..."

"We've been thinking about it for a long time, Jamie. We didn't want to worry you with the details until we were sure. We didn't want you to worry when you were so far away."

"Does he know?" I was stunned, completely stunned but my main concern was with Marc as usual.

"In a way. He knows but he doesn't understand.

"How can you do this? I can't understand why you would hurt him like this... for nothing."

"He's hurting anyway, Jamie. He can't cope with an adult world and you can't stay a child for him. These have been... worrying times. He's growing up Jamie. It's been delayed but in the last two years he's become a man and..." She sighed and shook her head and I'll never forget the look in her eyes. I wasn't aware of it but she knew, even then she knew.

"He'll never find love, Jamie, never have a relationship, never know what it's like to hold someone in his arms; to kiss. He'll never have a job or a family and what will happen to him when we are gone."

"I'll take care of him," I said dully, but I knew the battle was lost. "Is it... is it dangerous? Will it hurt him?"

They exchanged glances again and Mrs Harmon bit her lip. "Yes," she whispers and I couldn't take any more.

I heard them call after me as I strode from the room. Marc was surprised when I burst into his room and hugged him close; surprised but not worried in any way and he hugged me back eagerly. I could feel his heart beating fast and hard, but I didn't really notice.

When he realised I was crying he pulled away and looked into my eyes with that piercing gaze that makes me shiver. I had often wondered what went on behind those eyes. He always knew how I was feeling, sometimes even better than I did myself. 

He reached up and touched my tears. "Don't be sad, Jamie."

"I'm not sad." I covered his hand with my own and he looked surprised again. "I'm scared for you Marc. Do you know what they are going to do to you?"

He narrowed his eyes "Do? To me?"

"The doctors in the hospital?"

His eyes widened again and he shivered. "I don't like it, Jamie. I was scared. They hurt me and I felt funny." His brow furrowed with concentration. "Mam held my hand and," he brightened and treated me to his smile for the first time. "next time I get to hold your hand."

I felt like I had been punched in the stomach and I started to turn away but he wouldn't let me. "Jamie?" Reluctantly I turned back. "You will hold my hand?"

"Yes, of course I will hold your hand but... Do you know what's going to happen to you Marc, what they are going to do to you?" He shook his head but he didn't look overly concerned. "They're going to cut into your head Marc; put things inside your brain that will change you. You won't be the same. You might die."

For the first time there was a flash of fear in his eyes but he shook his head and said stubbornly. "I'll be with you."

"But I can't stop them hurting you, Marc. I can't..."

He smiled, a different smile, a smile I couldn't read with a look that had more behind it that I had ever seen... or maybe noticed, before.

"No Jamie...after. I'll be with you after."

"What do you mean?"

He shook his head and wouldn't say more but there was a lot going on behind his eyes.

The days that followed were absolutely the worst of my life and the day we took him to the hospital will haunt me for the rest of my days. We were all tense and that rubbed off on Marc so he was jumpy and nervous.

The day before the operation we spent every minute together. I had taught him to play games on the computer and he had taken to it with remarkable alacrity. He couldn't read but when the game required it I was always there to help. Actually he was very good and he usually beat me... not that night though, his mind wasn't on it.

After a while we gave up and watched silly comedies on TV. Mark loves to laugh and he does so easily and infectiously. We cuddled together on the battered old sofa in his room and I struggled not to cry while he laughed aloud, snuggling into my side with his head resting on my shoulder. He had no idea how hard it was for me to have him so close, so affectionate; or how badly I wanted to hold him, to kiss him. But I didn't.

Sometimes he looked at me with the strangest expression, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't. 

That night we slept, as we always did, in the twin beds in his room. However, this time when I woke up in the early hours of the morning it was with his arms around me and his head on my chest. I raised my head and looked down at the blonde curls, my hands clenching at my sides and my stomach clenching under his hand. He was so innocent. He didn't know what he was doing to me; he couldn't have.

At first, when we got to the hospital Marc was nervous, but okay, as long as I was close to him. He was scared when the doctor examined him and highly suspicious of the nurses. The whole environment unsettled him and he was very anxious. He freaked out if I was out of his sight even for a moment and when I went to the toilet he had to go too.

They sedated him early on, when he was getting anxious and agitated but that only made it worse because then he was confused and disoriented as well and it killed me.

We were there for a long time, waiting. I got more and more tense and to be honest the fact that his parents were there added exponentially to the tension because at that time I really wasn't happy with them for putting Marc through this.

As I got more wound up Marc picked up on it more and more as the drugs confused him and the environment scared him. I felt as if the situation was spiralling out of control and there was nothing I could do to stop it. He didn't want his parents near him and he clung to my hand with more and more desperation.

I will never, ever forget the look on his face when they came to take him to theatre. I was lying on the bed, holding him and he was dozing, finally feeling safe. The nurses were dressed in scrubs and were very nice but very firm in insisting I get off and then move away from the bed.

Marc woke in absolute terror and when he couldn't see me he started to struggle and then to scream. In the end they let me go with him and hold his hand but the damage had been done and he cried bitterly the whole time until they finally put him to sleep. 

When the doors closed behind me after they bustled me out and I found myself alone in the corridor I started walking. I had no idea where I was going; I just walked.

I finally came to myself to find that two hours had passed and I was almost home, having walked automatically for almost 10 miles. There were numerous missed calls on my mobile phone. Most of them were from Marc's mother and there were some from mine. Panicking, I rang my mother who was almost frantic with worry.

"What's happening?"

"Nothing. There's been no news; but Jamie where have you been. We've been worried sick?"

"Just walking."

"Walking where?"

"Home."

"What? You walked all the way home?"

"Yes."

"But why?" She sounded very concerned but I was too tired to even try and give her a full explanation.

"I don't know why. I just had to get away. I had to stop thinking. It was... I just couldn't stand it any more."

"Are you coming back?"

"I don't know. I really don't know. It's not as if Marc will know whether I'm there or not."

"No, but Jill and Gary will. This is really tough on them and it would mean such a lot if you were here."

"I'm sorry, Mam but I right now I really don't give a fuck about them."

"Jamie!"

"It would be better if I wasn't anywhere near them for a while." I surprised myself with how cold my voice was. I hated them. Every time I thought of Marc's beautiful face twisted with fear and heard his screams in my head I hated them more. This was their fault. It was unnecessary and cruel.

"Jamie, what's going on?"

"I don't know. You have no idea what it was like Mam; what he was like. He was so scared and they... I... There was no need for this. There was never any need fodr it. They didn't have to put him through this; they shouldn't have. I can't... I don't want to be around them right now, not when I hate them so much."

"Oh Jamie, sweetheart..."

"I know... and I'm sorry but I can't help it."

I stayed away for three days. Marc came through the surgery and they put him in a medical coma while his brain healed. I have never wanted to be somewhere so badly while not wanting to be there equally. The fact that his parents were there with him all the time made any question of giving way to my longing academic. I could not face them.

They rang me from time to time and my parents begged me to speak to them, but I couldn't. The thought of looking into their eyes and seeing pain there was too much for me because I knew that I couldn't feel sympathy for them. I wanted to see pain there because no matter how much pain they were feeling it wasn't anything like as much as Marc was... or at least had been.

On the third day I was making a sandwich in the kitchen when there was a knock on the front door. I was alone in the house so I opened it. It was Jill Harmon. I wasn't so far gone that I slammed to door in her face but I turned and walked away from her. She followed me into the kitchen.

"Jamie, I understand how you feel..."

I had promised myself not to say anything but this was too much.

"Understand? How could you possibly understand how I feel? You weren't there. You didn't see him, you didn't hear him scream. He didn't deserve this. He didn't... This didn't have to happen. He didn't have to get hurt like this. Why? Why did you do it to him? You knew what he would be like, how scared he would be, how he wouldn't understand what was going on. Why did you do it? Why did you do this to him?"

"Jamie... You weren't here. You didn't see what he's been like, what's been happening to him. You saw the Marc you used to know, not the one he'd turned into. He's... changed."

I almost spat at her. I have never hated anyone as much as I hated her in that moment. Maybe it wasn't fair, even rational, but I had not been sleeping. I had lain awake for nights worrying about him, remembering him, and mourning him. "He hasn't changed. The only thing that changed was you. You didn't want to be burdened with him any more." I saw her eyes widen with shock but I didn't care. I pushed on. "You didn't need to. I would have taken care of him. I would have mortgaged my soul to look after him.

Once I started I couldn't stop. "I promised to protect him. I promised that I would never let anything or anyone hurt him. I swore that I would always be there for him and you turned me into a liar. I had to hold his hand and let them hurt him. I had to watch him cry and scream and do nothing NOTHING. And it was all because of you. I hate you. I hate both of you."

"I know you think we deserve that, Jamie, and maybe we do. This was never an easy decision for us but in some ways we made it because of what you just said to me."

"What?"

"I know you love him, Jamie." There was something in the way she said it that sent a shiver through me.

"Of course I love him. I have always loved him. I would have done anything for him, anything; and now... I don't understand why you didn't trust me, why you didn't at least let me try. I would have taken care of him; I wouldn't have let anyone hurt him. I have never let anyone hurt him."

"No, you haven't and I have always been grateful for it, for what you have done for him. But you're also in love with him and that's a different story."

I stared at her, my heart thudding painfully in my chest. What should I say? What could I say?

"I... I've never..."

"I know you haven't. I know that you have never been anything more than a wonderful friend to him. I know that you have been careful and honourable and I know it's been tearing you apart. Can you imagine what it would have done to you if you had been living with him?

"I know you, Jamie. I know that you would never have compromised him and that you would have been happy to sacrifice your love and your life for him... but how long could it have lasted? You couldn't have lived like that for long without destroying one or other of you."

"I... I could have... I could..." The strength went out of my legs and I sat down suddenly on a stool.

"I'm sorry, Jamie. I didn't mean to hurt you but I need you to see."

My head snapped up. "But even so. You could have told me. You could have told me you knew. We could have worked something out. There was no need for this."

"Maybe. If it was just you."

"What do you mean?"

"You have eyes, Jamie, a brain in your head. You saw the way that Marc reacted to you going away. You haven't seen the half of it. It almost destroyed him. Did you really never wonder why; why he had that strong a reaction to you leaving him? And I don't mean that as a criticism."

"I..." An uncomfortable feeling was worming in my gut and I felt sick. I wanted to run away but there was nowhere to run.

"He isn't made of marble, Jamie. He's a man. In every way except for his mind he's a man. These last two years he's changed, grown, grown up. You didn't see it. To you he was the same Marc he always was, the little boy in the body of a man but he wasn't, not any more. The little boy grew up Jamie. He has... feelings, emotions... urges. He... he was in love with you Jamie... he is in love with you and..."

"And you punished him? You punished him for being in love with me?"

"No. No Jamie, it was nothing like that. It was when we realised that he was in love with you that we really started to think seriously about this. You are two beautiful young men and you are in love with each other. What kind of a cruel world would it be if you had to spend every day together and never be able to kiss, to touch, to be in love?

"And what would have happened when he couldn't stop himself any longer, when the feelings overwhelmed him and he showed you how he feels? What would have happened when he tried to kiss you or... or...? How hard would you have fought him?"

"I would never have... NEVER..."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." But was I? I don't know. I was in shock. Shaking my head I changed the subject. "Are you trying to tell me that you did this so that Marc and I could be together?" The scorn was clear in my voice. I was not about to accept this at face value.

"No, I'm not saying that. I'm saying that I did it because my son was desperately unhappy and all I could see was a future where he just got more and more so. And it didn't help that someone I care very much about was about to ruin his life and any chance of happiness he may have had."

"I -- don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything. Just come to the hospital -- please."

There was something in her voice that worried me. Why had she come now? Why was she telling me this now? Why did she want me to go to the hospital now? "Why? Is something wrong?" I was scared and all thoughts of everything flew out of my head; all there was room for was Marc.

"No, there's nothing wrong. He... he's doing really well, surprising everyone. They took him off the breathing machine this morning and they're reducing the drugs. The doctor said that maybe he would wake up soon and... and I..."

"Wake up? Soon? Today?"

She nodded. "Maybe."

I didn't travel in the car with her. I wasn't ready for that and I had a lot to think about. I almost flew to the hospital. A journey that had taken me two hours walking took less than 10 minutes in the car.

I left the car in the car port and almost forgot to pick up the tag. Just as well there was a verbal prompt or it would have been the last I saw of it and I really like that car.

I have never been so nervous in all my life as I was walking in to that hospital. I got lost, found my way; walked away and came back again and eventually, taking a deep breath I opened the door and walked in.

Mr and Mrs Harmon looked up at me with expressions of uncertain relief. I ignored them, not because I was still angry but because I only had eyes for the beautiful boy who lay in the bed. I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't this.

He looked just the same. His face was relaxed and peaceful and his blonde curls bounced around his shoulders. Behind the bed the screen flashed its constant flow of indecipherable numbers and symbols. But apart from the plastic tubes that carried drugs into his arms there was nothing, nothing at all to say that he was anything other than sweetly asleep. He was even wearing his favourite black pyjamas.

For a moment I did my usual mental somersaults, forcing myself to bury my feelings deeply but, after the conversation with Mrs Harmon I thought 'fuck it'. My cover was blown anyway, if I'd ever had it in the first place.

Throwing caution to the wind I let my feet take me over to the side of the bed where I allowed my eyes to consume his beauty and my hand to reach out and touch his soft curls and to caress the curve of his cheek. It was the first truly sensual touch I had ever given him and it made my pulse quicken and my blood pound in my head.

I had never let myself to appreciate how truly beautiful he is and once my eyes were opened I was dazzled. I just couldn't help myself. I had to touch him; to stroke his hair, his eyelids, his cheeks, his lips.




Special



Eventually of course I realised what I was doing and looked up in abject horror. Mr & Mrs Harmon were looking at me but not with censure. Their eyes were sympathetic, in fact misty with emotion.

"I... I'm sorry," I mumbled, feeling acutely embarrassed, and before they had a chance to say anything I pressed on. "What have they said?"

"Only what I told you. The doctor examined him this morning and said he's doing remarkably well and they want to see what's going on mentally now he's stable physically."

"So he's going to be okay?"

"Physically he's fine. The doctor said he could probably come home in a few days and in a week he'll be back to normal. It's just..."

"You don't know what 'normal' is going to be," I finished for her and she shook her head, looking at Marc anxiously. "What have they said about that?"

"They just don't know. Until he wakes up there is no way of knowing how much capacity he's gained, if any at all."

"So he might be exactly the same as he was before and this was all for nothing?" They exchanged glances and Mrs Harmon shook her head.

"Or worse."

"What do you mean 'worse'?"

"It's possible he may have even less capacity than before, although that's unlikely, or... or there may be changes, personality changes."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I don't know Jamie, I just don't know."

I stared at her for a moment and then looked at Marc. He was... the same. On the outside he was the same. I turned away. I couldn't look at him any more. I was afraid that he would open his eyes and I wouldn't know the person behind them.

I wandered over to the window and stared out. Everything had gone silent and all I could hear was breathing.

We were on the sixteenth floor and I felt as if I was floating above the city. There was a fabulous view across the city, all the way to the sea. There was a hover, floating above the waves, heading out of the bay. It was probably going to The Island.

Marc has always loved The Island. We still go every year. It's changed a lot since we first met on the balcony of the little wooden hut. The cabins are gone, replaced by ultra modern hotels and resorts. 

The arcade is gone too, replaced by rows of virtual reality pods. Marc never got the hang of those. He didn't like doing anything completely alone. I didn't like them either. To me they represented a trend towards seclusion that I neither understood nor embraced.

But still -- there were beaches where we swam or scrambled through rock pools. And there was the bluff where it seemed as if we were flying over the water. At sunset a track appeared stretching out towards the horizon so that it seemed almost as if it was possible to stand on it and walk on the water into the dying sun. I swear that if I hadn't been with him there were times when Marc would have tried. He was always a sunrise and sunset person. I wondered if he still would be.

I was more scared than I had ever been and I wondered if Mr and Mrs Harmon were sitting there in the silence regretting their choices, thinking 'what the hell have we done?'

I stood at the window for a long time, until the sun went down and the lights came on in the city. At night it's easer to see the patterns of streets and squares, all laid out below like a cheap reflection of the stars. 

I raised my eyes to the stars, which were just coming out. I have always loved the stars. When I was a child I used to really believe that one day I would travel to the furthest ones and touch them. I didn't realise at the time that to even try would have meant instant death. As I grew older my passion remained but my dreams changed. 

I no longer dreamed of sailing among the stars because I knew there would be no possibility of Marc being there at my side. Instead I learned how to help send other people up there in the hope that one day a ship I helped build would take a part of me further than anyone had ever gone before. Maybe it wasn't a very realistic dream, the chances of me ever finding employment with one of the four major producers being slim at best, nevertheless it was a dream.

I was lost in the dream when I became aware of a soft voice calling my name. It took a few moments to orient on Mrs Harmon. She was smiling uncertainly and holding her hand out. Hesitantly I walked back across the floor. Marc was stirring and as I watched he yawned and tried to turn over onto his side. He has always preferred to sleep curled up on his side like a cat.

Mrs Harmon, afraid that he would dislodge one of the tubes stopped him and he opened his eyes wide with a look of surprise on his face. Mrs Harmon smiled uncertainly but his eyes slid past her, searching.

"Jamie," he whispered and I saw Mrs Harmon flinch. For the first time I felt guilty.

"I'm here, Marc."

It was beautiful to see the way his eyes lit up when he turned and saw me. He smiled his beautiful smile and everything was okay.

"My Jamie," he whispered, still smiling and I smiled back with tears in my eyes. At that moment I had no idea why I was crying. Maybe it was just knowing that he was okay, that he was still smiling, still calling me 'his' Jamie. I don't know... maybe it was more. Maybe it was because even then I knew that the Marc I knew had gone forever.

"Hey sleepy. How are you feeling?" I spoke to him in the same way I have always spoken to him, the same way I speak to everyone. He continued to smile but started to look a little confused.

"I..." His eyes left mine and slid over the room behind me. Then they widened and filled with fear. "Jamie what... where...?" he whispered half sitting up.

"Ssh. Marc it's alright. It's alright. You're in hospital. You had an operation. You're fine now but you have to be calm okay?"

"No. No, Jamie. No. Jamie it's all... it's all... wrong."

He was struggling in my arms, trying to push me out of the way but I held him firmly by the shoulders, pressing him back onto the bed. He twisted his head from side to side and started to cry.

"Jamie... Jamie please help me. I... I can't... I can't... Jamie I'm scared. I don't know, Jamie... I don't know." He was begging and I didn't really know what he was begging for. All I could assume was that he remembered how scared he had been before and didn't know what was happening now. Although I did acknowledge the possibility that it was more, much more.

"Ssh, Marc. Listen to me. Marc listen to me." I forced my voice to be firm and he responded. I let go of his shoulders and put my hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look into my eyes.

"It's just us, Marc. I know it's scary. I know you're afraid. You didn't understand what was happening to you and you still don't but it's alright. I'm here and I'm going to stay right here with you. I know that things are... strange but we are going to make it through... you and me... just like always. Just you and me Marc, okay?"

His eyes were enormous, huge pools of blue, full of fear and confusion. I could feel him trembling. His hands had come up to grip my arms and every part of him was shaking.

"Marc, it's alright. Just you and me. Nothing else. No one else. One step at a time. One step, Marc. Just calm down and focus on me. Just me okay?"

Slowly he nodded and whispered. "You and me."

"That's right. It's always been you and me hasn't it? Right from the very beginning. Always. Just you and me. We've had quite a journey and this is just another stop. Don't you remember how we talked about the journey; how we talked about travelling together? Always together, remember?"

Marc tore his eyes away and looked around again.

"Stay with me, Marc. Don't worry about anything that's out there. Just you and me."

As I spoke I could feel him relaxing. It was painfully slow but gradually the shaking eased and he just wept quietly and let me take him in my arms, resting his head against my shoulder.

Unfortunately at that point the doctor came in and came straight to the bed with his strident and cheerful voice, scaring the crap out of Marc who instantly started to freak out again.

"Look, just leave him alone for a while. We were doing fine. He was calming down. Just go away for a bit."

"I need to examine him," the doctor said more quietly. "Physically he's going to be fine so we have to concentrate on his mind now. It's important that we find out what's going on in there as soon as possible. We have to get to grips with the changes and help him deal with them right from the start or it might do irreparable psychological damage."

"The only thing that is causing him psychological damage right now is you. He was fine. He will be fine if you just leave us alone." My voice was rising and I had to struggle to keep my anger under control. Marc was clinging to me and the last thing I wanted was to scare him even more. I just wanted to calm the situation down so that I could talk to him, reassure him. I couldn't have cared less how much 'function' he had or what the future was going to hold; all I cared about was that Marc was scared and hurting right then and there and I wanted to stop it.

"Marc," the doctor said gently, sitting down on the edge of the bed, "I just want to talk to you. I'm not going to hurt you, just talk. Will you talk to me?"

"Jamie..." he whispered and I looked down into his tear streaked face which was white as a sheet and terrified. "I don't want to. I can't. Please Jamie... help me... please."

"It's alright, Marc. I told you... just you and me okay. It doesn't matter about anyone else. It's just you and me."

He threw his arms around me and pulled me close to him. Mrs Harmon would have stepped forward again, still concerned he might displace the equipment but the doctor stopped her.

"That really isn't important right now. I think that... Jamie?... is right. The most important thing is that Marc settles down and relaxes. He needs to talk to someone that he trusts and it seems that right now the only person he trusts is Jamie." He stood up. "I'll come and talk to you again in a little while, okay? I'll let you talk to Jamie first."

Marc didn't look at him. He buried his face in my shoulder but my arms around him seemed to be working as he had stopped shaking again and he was relaxing.

The doctor turned to Mr & Mrs Harmon. "If I could have a word outside for moment."

"Is everything alright?" Mrs Harmon asked, panic in her voice. It must have been really hard for her to see her child in such distress and then to be asked to walk away. I think she understood that the doctor didn't want to talk to her as much as he wanted to make space for me to talk to Marc.

When we were alone I gently disengaged Marc's arms to allow me to get up onto the bed with him and he curled into my side. For a while I just held him and let him calm down. I simply stroked his hair in silence.

After a time I thought he had fallen asleep and I was happy enough with that. I needed time to think. But I wasn't going to get it.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Sorry? What for?"

"I'm scared. I'm really scared. I didn't mean..."

"Hey," I said hugging him closer. "It's okay. It's not your fault. None of this is your fault."

"Why have they done this to me?"

I froze, my heart thudding. That didn't sound like Marc. It was one of the most complete sentences I had ever heard him speak and there was something in his voice that was...

"Done what?" I asked carefully. 

There was a long pause before he answered, equally carefully. "It's... different, Jamie. The same but... different."

"What's different?"

"I... I don't know." He sounded exhausted and completely miserable.

"It's alright, Marc. You don't have to think about that, not now. You need to rest. Look... make yourself a little bit more comfortable and you can have a sleep. Things will be better when you wake up."

"No," he said simply and sadly. I didn't know what he was saying 'no' to and I didn't want to ask. My mind cast around desperately trying to find something helpful to say.

"Do you remember?"

"Remember what?" 

Shit! That was unexpected. He'd answered almost like a... as if... "Before. I mean before the surgery, what you were like?" Fuck, that was stupid. How could I possibly expect him to understand that? "I'm sorry I'm not making sense. I'm really sorry, Marc. I'm not helping very much am I?"

Marc tilted his head back to look up at me. He seemed thoughtful. "I don't understand what happened to me."

He didn't understand? Neither did I. "Do you... feel different?"

He smiled and gave a little ironic laugh. "Yeah."

"How?"

He closed his eyes and shook his head. "Jamie, I..."

As he became calm something changed. I couldn't have put my finger on it but there was something in him that... settled and... changed. There is no other way I can think of to explain it. I think maybe that the panic that had gripped him almost from the moment he opened his eyes was disappearing. Gradually he was letting himself accept that things were different. 

Looking back it was typical of Marc. He had always been methodical and careful but very passionate. When his passion overburdened him he simply stopped, calmed down and let his innate optimism and inner balance settle him. And that is exactly what he was doing right there and then. He wasn't forcing it, trying to make sense of it, trying to understand it. He was simply waiting until he was calm, until he was able to get his balance back.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly locking his eyes with mine. "I'm different Jamie. I remember how it was before, but I'm different."

"How are you different?"

He shook his head, confusion etching deep crevasses into his beautiful face. He shook his head again and then, slowly, incredibly, breathtakingly his eyes widened and his slow, blinding smile crawled over his face. The smile flickered from joy to uncertainty and was like but unlike the beautiful light that I was used to shining from him and that confused me.

"Are you alright?"

"Jamie," he said, a strange note in his voice. His eyes searched mine and they were so different they scared me. Marc's eyes have always been beautiful, so expressive and loving but there had always been an... emptiness there, which had somehow been filled.

"Marc?"

I shifted so I could look into his face properly and he sat up. I was sitting with my back against the wall and he was half turned so that we were pretty much on a level.

"Shouldn't you lie down?" I asked but there was something in his face that made it come out uncertainly. He smiled but it was flickering as emotions flew through him. 

"My Jamie," he said softly and that time that was definitely something new in his voice that made me very uncomfortable.

"Marc, I think that we should..."

He shook his head and his smile twitched into a grin as his eyes twinkled with mischief. That look was familiar enough.

"Marc, you're in hospital. You've had brain surgery. You really shouldn't..."

I used my firm voice but that time it had no effect on him at all. Before I could finish, he reached out his hand and touched my lips effectively stopping me. I was shocked and remember staring at him not knowing what to say, what to think, what to feel. If it had been anyone else I would have been feeling... excited.

Uncertainly Marc bit his lip and lowered his eyes then he smiled again, slowly looking up through his lashes. I was scared rigid. Was he flirting with me?

"My Jamie," he breathed.

I swallowed hard and licked my lips. That time the way he said it left no room for doubt at all. It was entirely unlike the way he had ever said it before.

"Marc..."

"Everything's different, Jamie, everything. I'm not..." A look of uncertainty passed over his face and he licked his lips. "It hurts... in a way. There's too much... just too much, but..." Raising his eyes to meet mine again he captured me in their glittering depths and I jumped, startled when something touched my face. I was even more shocked when I found it was his hand. I was frozen as his long, cool fingers traced my jaw and slid into my hair.

"Marc... stop. This is... this..."

"It's different, Jamie, my Jamie." His eyes were smouldering and it was me who started to shake. "There's no more 'can't', no more 'shouldn't', no more 'mustn't'. Can't you feel it? I always felt it but I didn't understand it. Didn't you feel it too?"

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I felt sick. I wanted to scream; to run; to laugh; to cry.

"Marc... you can't; we can't. This isn't the time or the place. Fuck... half an hour ago you were in a coma, four days ago you were... you were... and ten minutes ago you were freaking out."

"All true. But I have you, My Jamie. I'm not scared any more. I don't understand what happened to me. I don't know what changed. I can remember what it was like before, what I was like before. It's not clear, as if a curtain's been drawn over it... or maybe it's that the curtain has been torn away, but there are some things I remember. I remember you. I know how I felt and I know how I feel and I don't have to..." He sat up straighter, wincing slightly. The screen behind me was flashing and making strange noises, presumably because I was pressing myself against it, half hoping I would sink through or that someone would come. I felt... wrong but the whole bloody thing was surreal.

I have no idea why no one came. It can't have been normal for that screen to be making noises like that. There must have been alarms going off somewhere. Maybe someone did come but I didn't notice. I was completely mesmerised by Marc's eyes.

"I have always been told what to do and that's okay. I needed it. I know I needed it. I have always been confused. Everything was... I didn't understand. I didn't understand anything; well... almost." 

He took a deep breath and moved a foot closer. I pressed myself even harder against the screen. "Who's scared now, Jamie?"

"What...?" It came out as a croak. I licked my lips and tried again. "Marc, I don't know what to say, what to do. I don't know you."

He frowned, looking crushed. "Don't you like me any more? Now that I can... understand you, don't you want me?"

"Marc... no. It's not... I love you. I've always loved you. I will always love you, it's just..." 

Marc was grinning and I gasped as I realised what I had said.

"Marc no; it isn't right. It just isn't..." I didn't get any further because the screen had completely failed to suck me in and there was no escape when Marc pressed his body against me and kissed me.

At first I let my eyes fall closed, and my heart just about exploded in the sensations that washed over me. Then I resisted because I felt it was wrong. I couldn't really have said why, not then, not with Marc like this but... And then there was nothing I could have done anyway because it all overwhelmed me and carried me away.

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Anyway... that was then and it's all different now. It's cold in here, really cold. I should have put the central heating on the clock. The weather is so changeable at this time of the year I shouldn't have left it to chance. At the moment I'm warm and cosy but I know that as soon as I throw off the duvet my breath will be misting the air. Bugger.

Ah well. I have a few minutes left. I like to set the alarm early so that I can savour these last minutes of comfort and warmth. Today, more than any other day, I want to cling to it, to hide under the covers and not come out. Oh fuck I wish this day was over.

The sound of someone hammering on the front door scares the living crap out of me. I throw off the duvet, completely disoriented and stub my toe on the chair, looking for my slippers. Abandoning them I hop down the stairs, shivering and cursing loudly. The hammering starts again.

"Alright, alright. For fuck's sake! Give me a chance. I've just got out of bed and I'm freezing my fucking balls off." I'm going to kill them. They weren't supposed to be here yet. I was supposed to have had at least another half an hour of peace and calm. "Alright. Fucking hell, will you just..."




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Dear Readers: This is something completely different from my other stories. Enjoy the romp through fantasy land. It's a little more creative and intended for the fantasy that it gives guys (and women as you'll see). All characters over 18 and 100 percent a work of fiction.

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I was standing in the batter's box on that humid day in May 1982. The opponent's pitcher, their best reliever, Stan Conklin is dealing 95 miles per hour heat. I knew that I was enjoying my last few games as a college player. I played center field but even I had to admit that my skills weren't going to translate to any further level of baseball.

Then that moment happened. A moment that I could have never imagined. A moment that would change my life in ways much more than any other time in this life could have imagined.

Conklin's fastball came right towards my head. The last thing I remember is laying on the ground with coaches, teammates, and medical staff bending down trying to see how I was doing.

I had taken a 95 mile per hour fastball right into the top of the left side of my head. I remember being asked questions such as, "what's your name?" and "who's the current president?"

I was very politically conscious and should have known that Reagan was president. I certainly should have known my name, but my mind was a blank. I tried to sit up but the training staff and the EMT staff on duty wouldn't let me move.

I remember seeing my teammates and some of the opposing team's players, including Conklin, in a circle praying together. I was taken to the nearest hospital and given numerous tests.

To no one's surprise, I had suffered a severe concussion and was kept in the hospital for the next four days. After I was released, I was told that there was no way I should go back to play baseball that season. If I had been a junior, I could have handled that news better because I could have looked forward to next to the next season, but this was my senior year and I didn't have a baseball future after this. My future was in beer league softball.

Recovering from this concussion was slow. I endured frequent headaches and spells of dizziness for nearly two months after the incident. The college was gracious to me and allowed me to finish my studies at home. Two finals were done at home. Two of my professors came to my home to give me my final exams. To this day, those two ladies will always hold a special place in my heart. They went above and beyond what their job required them to do.

Four months later, in September, I celebrated my 22nd birthday. I had my bachelor's degree in Social Services and had begun working for the county as a counselor for minimum wage. The wage was generous because some employers expect a new grad to just do an unpaid internship. 

This was a great opportunity to get to know people, show what I can do, and hopefully see an opportunity to eventually get gainful employment for the rest of my life.

However, back to the concussion and its aftereffects. 

My parents had invited many of my friends from college to my birthday party. They had held off having a graduation celebration until I had recovered fully. Mom saw an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone...a combined graduation and birthday celebration. She even ordered two separate cakes to commemorate each milestone.

Dad rented a local hall since the guest list was going to exceed 100 people. We had a large backyard but not nearly big enough to satisfy the expected turnout.

Although not a college classmate, Mom had invited Tonya Barber, a high school classmate that I had only seen sparingly since we graduated from high school. Tonya and I had been good friends but that was as far as it went. There was never a romantic hookup.

Tonya was very tomboyish. She wore her long dark hair pulled completely back in a ponytail. She never wore makeup and never dressed up. It seemed like the only wardrobe she owned was various t-shirts and blue jeans.

It's not that she was unattractive. In fact, there was some natural beauty that was easily discernable but she never made an effort to accentuate it. I had a few girlfriends in high school but up until that point, I had never got past the heavy petting part. When it came time to go further, the girls always backed down. I was left with a raging hard-on and a need to be alone to release my load.

I saw Tonya come through the door. As usual, she wore a green t-shirt with John Deere emblazed across it and her blue jeans. Nothing had changed about her appearance in the few months since I had last seen her.

She gave me a polite hug. I noticed that as she brushed up against my arm that she wasn't wearing a bra. I wasn't surprised at how relatively small her breasts were, but I couldn't help but notice how thick and hard her nipples were. I had never experienced that before from her.

Tonya had never flirted with me so in my mind the brush of her boob against my bare forearm was just a coincidence. She appeared oblivious to that fact that it had happened and I just enjoyed the moment without expecting anything more.

I didn't expect anything more...but that's not what happened. 

We stood and visited as several of my buddies came by to wish me a happy birthday. Each time I would glance at her chest, she would appear to accidentally rub it against my bare forearm. 

I would have interpreted her behavior as a come-on but she was either being clumsy, or she was the best damn actress I'd ever met. She wasn't drunk, that was for sure. Her demeanor never changed, she never winked at me nor touched me elsewhere.

I was confused but when we were isolated again, I thought I'd try something different.

I looked at her lips, hoping that she'd kiss mine. Immediately, she got on her tippy toes and planted a nice warm kiss on my lips.

Again, not much of a change in her expression though. 

"Tonya, I'm surprised that you just impulsively kissed me. What brought that on?"

"I just felt like it Earl. We've been friends for a long time. I hope you're not mad."

"Mad? Hell no. I'm just surprised. Can we be alone for a few minutes? There's a conference room around the corner. I have the master key."

"Sure."

I took her to the room. I looked at her chest and hoped that she'd lift up her t-shirt and show me her goods. On my non-verbal command, she lifted up her shirt for about 5 seconds to give me an unobstructed view of her small orbs.

They were gorgeous. Although small, the areolas were dark brown, about the size of a quarter, and her nipples were fat and hard.

After she put down her shirt I asked her a similar question as before.

"Don't get me wrong Tonya, I enjoyed that tit flash, but after all the years we've been friends and I've known you, you've never done anything like you've done tonight." 

"I just wanted to Earl. It felt right. I didn't come here tonight to do this, I just acted impulsively. I've never done anything like this before with any other guy...or woman."

"Woman?"

""Yeah, don't get me wrong, I prefer guys but I do find some women attractive and I wouldn't mind seeing them or even getting romantic with them."

"Have you ever been with a girl or guy before...I mean sexually?"

"I'm not a virgin, if that's what you mean Earl. It was a friend of my dad's. We were drinking and horsing around. He took my cherry. He's a nice guy and I let him do it a few more times after that. Girls have needs too."

I looked at her. Each time I looked at her and wished for her to do something, she reacted precisely to my silent wish.

I wanted to see more. I looked down at her pants and wanted her to pull them down to her knees.

Right on the non-verbal command, she unbuttoned her jeans pulled down her pants and panties in one full motion.

Her lush dark bush was on full display. This time she looked at me to see my expression.

"Well Earl, what do you think?"

I wasn't sure what to say. I was rock hard inside my casual slacks. I'm sure she had noticed it by now.

I didn't say a word. There were no windows to the room and I made sure to lock it so we couldn't be interrupted. I tested my powers once more. I looked at her and hoped that she'd get completely undressed.

Within a few seconds she was standing bare naked in front of me. I wished for her to undress me and let me push my hard cock into her pussy.

Sure enough, she removed my pants and sat on the table and spread her legs for me.

I put my hands on her tits as my cock found its way into her tight hole. Tonya had a high pitched moan to signal her delight. I'd been waiting for so many years to finally score with a woman and to no surprise, I shot my load inside of her in less than two minutes. I tried to hold back but the wait had been so long.

This time, without any provocation on my part, Tonya wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.

"Thank you Earl. I didn't bring a gift so I hope this will do."

"Uh, yeah? I'd like to do it again sometime though. You are a very sexy woman."

"I'm not sure, Earl. I won't say no, but I won't promise you either. This was fun, though."

Well, that was the best I would get. We went back out and mingled with the rest of the crowd. By the time Dad took the microphone to make some announcements and start cutting the cakes, I couldn't see Tonya anywhere.

The rest of the night went as expected. I got a chance to see so many people that had been a big part of my life. There were family members and friends galore. Each had at least a small part of my success to this point. My career was just beginning.

I couldn't get Tonya out of my mind. I had always liked her but had never thought much about her sexually until that night. I had discovered some mental powers that had confused me as well. 

I had Tonya meet me at home one day when we were both off and my parents were at work. She liked me but I wasn't sure if she really wanted to have sex again with me.

I had noticed subtle signs in the past two months that maybe I was able to get what I wanted by wishing. Dad had agreed to co-sign for a loan on my car. Dad wasn't going to say yes unless the dealer lowered the price another 1000 dollars.

I stared at the dealer wishing he'd lower it. He did. At the time I wasn't sure if it was because Dad was so good at negotiating or if the salesman somehow felt a degree of obligation to get a college graduate into his first new car. I hadn't thought much more about it until the incident with Tonya.

I had also been contacted by a scout for the Cincinnati Reds about a guy they had drafted named Stan Conklin. Yes, THAT Stan Conklin, the guy that had beaned me back in May.

They knew about the beaning. They were in negotiations with him. Stan had some leverage because if he didn't like the contract offer, he could go back to school for his senior year. They were talking to me to learn more about his character. How did he act after that beaning?

Stan had been a class act all the way. I knew what kind of money a 3rd round draft pick could get. I told them about how Stan stayed in contact with me during my recovery. He called me occasionally to see how I was doing. I looked into his eyes and wanted so badly to tell him to pay whatever it took to keep him. I never said as much, but I sure as hell was thinking it.

A couple of days later, I read that they had come to terms with Stan. I was elated. Again, was it the glowing report I and others had given or was it my new-found power of persuasion?

After my party, I began to think that the hit on the head had triggered something somewhat supernatural. I was going to try it on Tonya again.

Sure enough, with nothing more than the transmission of thoughts and wishes, Tonya was naked, removing my clothes, and having sex with me again. We barely made it to my bedroom.

This time we stayed in the bed, naked, and talking. Tonya again told me that she had no intention of going this far again but it just seemed like the right thing to do once she got there.

"No offense, Earl. You're a really nice guy and I must say I'm impressed with how thick your cock is. Still, I don't want to get serious with anyone. I don't see myself as the kind to settle down. I don't want kids. I enjoy being free."

"If we're together and we're both in the mood for a shag, then why not? Let's do it again. It you're looking for something more, then I will disappoint you."

"So, what you're saying is that we can be friends with benefits, but not long term lovers?"

Tonya bowed her head. "Yes, Earl. That's exactly right. I do hope to have you again though. It's been fun."

The next step was to try it on another girl. I knew the perfect one. Wanda Dollens. I'd never been close to her and she'd never seemed to care much for me but we had been acquaintances through grade school, high school, college, and now she worked as an administrative assistant for the same county I worked for.

What I needed to find out was how my powers of suggestion would work on someone that never seemed to even like me that much. On the job, there was a polite professionalism. Other than that, I never could get her to engage me into any kind of substantive conversation.

Wanda was the antithesis of Tonya. She was tall, large chested, blond haired, and spent a lot of time choosing wardrobe, accessories, and makeup. In other words, high maintenance.

I had an idea of how to at least have her stop long enough to engage in a short conversation.

"Wanda!" I yelled as she was walking towards the parking lot.

She turned around and saw that it was me. She didn't look too thrilled.

"What?" she said with an exasperated sound.

"I'm sorry, Wanda. I had a question for you and since you're the only person that I know that worked here before me, I thought you might be of help."

She eased off of her defensive posture a bit. "What is it Earl?"

"I'm going to have three health benefit plans to choose from next month. Everyone I work with is married so their needs are different. Being single, which did you choose?"

Now Wanda was more inclined to talk. I wasn't hitting on her. Although our relationship was never close and she had obviously no romantic interest in me, she was willing to share some knowledge with a co-worker; a fellow professional.

She explained the plan she chose and why she chose it. She conceded that down the road when she was married with kids that her needs would change. We went into details into why her current plan was more beneficial and that I'd be wise to do the same.

In some ways, this wasn't an act on my part. I did have to choose a plan fairly soon and what she shared was helpful.

Still, I didn't forget the real reason for the interruption.

As she made eye contact, I looked directly back at her and was hoping that she'd brush up her tits against my forearm like Tonya did.

Surprise! She took out a copy of her coverage from her purse and while doing so, her left breast, encased in a flimsy bra, brushed up against my bare forearm.

She took the policy out and opened to the page about deductibles and covered expenses.

"Do that again," I thought as I looked in her eyes. "This time I want that titty against my neck."

Again, as if a robot responding to a command, her covered left breast brushed up against my neck.

I decided to play it cool.

"I'm sorry Wanda. I pride myself in being a gentleman. I didn't mean to brush up against you like that. Please forgive me."

"Forgive what? You didn't brush against me, I brushed against you."

"You did? Why? I didn't think you even cared for me that much."

"I don't know. I just wanted to, I guess. I hope I didn't make you too uncomfortable?"

"Hey, I'm a guy. Of course I enjoy it. It's just that I thought that I had done so accidentally and for that I truly was sorry. I'm not a predator."

"I guess you're not, are you? Well, I hope you enjoyed what I did."

"Oh yeah. At least let me be a gentleman and walk you to your car. I need to get home and catch up on some continuing education units I still have to complete for my job."

"Sure, I don't mind if you walk me to my car."

After she sat down in her seat, I looked at her and wished for her to take my right hand and let it feel up her tits.

Wanda looked up, grabbed my right hand, and placed it on her covered right breast. 

Damn, these tits were big. I could feel a small hard nipple through the flimsy material of her bra. I made eye contact again and wished to put my hand inside her bra and play with both tits.

She took my hand and made sure it got underneath the lacing of her bra. I caressed her right breast for several seconds and then moved to the other breast. She looked at me as I smiled at her. Now I wanted to put my hand up her skirt and feel her pussy.

As I took my hand out of her bra, she lifted her skirt and placed my hand inside of her panties. I could see some blonde curls emerge from the front of her panties as I dug my hand deep to find her wetness. I couldn't believe this. 

"Well, I must get home Wanda. I never knew that you'd act like this with me. I'm pleasantly surprised."

"So am I Earl. I'm not sure what came over me but I have to admit that I enjoyed it. Maybe you're an okay guy."

"Won't you come over to my place tomorrow? I'm still with my parents until I start making a few more dollars. It's a Friday night and there will be no hurry to get home early for work the next day."

"Bring your swimsuit, they have a nice pool."

I knew she'd say yes because I was looking at her and wishing it. I'm not sure that was necessary at that point because she had suddenly taken an interest in me for the first time in over 10 years.

I was excited for the next evening. What I didn't tell Wanda was that my parents were going on a cruise beginning the next day and wouldn't be home until Tuesday. I had supreme confidence in my mental powers by that time and I knew that Wanda wouldn't need her swimsuit at all when I was done.

Still, there was something about it that didn't seem right. Wanda had been nice to me but she had never even showed any interest in being a casual friend until I manipulated her mind.

I also didn't really like her that much, to be honest. She still came across to me as a conceited little bitch. I was probably just as shocked that she even dared to answer my questions about our health plans as I was when she began to place my hand on her breast.

I wasn't going to let my personal feelings get in the way. Wanda had a body to die for and I expected to see it in all its glory and have my way with it.

The only apprehension I had was that with a day to think about it, she might change her mind. Worse, she'd think about what she'd done, cancel the evening, and become more belligerent to me than ever before.

I was off on Fridays. I worked 10 hour shifts from Monday – Thursday so I didn't get an opportunity to stop by her desk and gauge her interest.

She was punctual. Right at 7:30 she rang the doorbell and was dressed in a pink tank top and very short and very tight blue jean pants. Back then we called them "Daisy Dukes" because of the Dukes of Hazzard character that always wore the same kind of shorts. She had worn her two piece bathing suit under her clothes.

I couldn't help but appreciate what a great body she had. I had felt her up in her car the previous day but this was the first time I had a chance to really enjoy her figure. She was always wearing business attire at work and even in the years I had known her, I had never seen her dress this provocatively.

Also, I wasn't concentrating yet on getting her undressed but while checking out her voluptuous figure, I wanted to see everything that her clothes were hiding.

She immediately began undressing; everything including the bikini bra and panties. She stood naked and unashamed before me.




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"So, are we going to get into the pool? Do you plan on getting naked with me?"

I had always been kind of self-conscious about my body. Having been in the locker room in high school, I knew that I wasn't among the best hung amongst them. I had taken a ruler once when I was fully erect and it measured at 6 inches. I had never paid much attention to my girth but Tonya had made mention how much she enjoyed my thickness.

I was already rock hard while staring at Wanda's large breasts. They hung down slightly and her areolas were quite large. She had small but rock hard nipples that seemed as if they were begging to be sucked. She had thick light blonde curls covering her labia and far above it as it spread out to her thighs.

I quickly removed my clothes; hoping that Wanda approved of what she saw.

"Holy shit, Earl. I've had a few guys before and seen many men naked, but that might be the thickest cock I've ever seen."

"So, I'm okay for you?" I asked, hoping that my lack of length wouldn't be a problem.

"Okay? Hell, let's just go to the bedroom right now and stick that thing in me right now."

She wasn't in the mood for much foreplay. She let me kiss her and I tried sucking on her tiny rock-hard nipples but she wasn't interested in that; at least for the moment.

"Dammit Earl, shove that thick cock in me right now. You have the rest of the night to do whatever the hell you want. Right now I just want to get fucked by that tool of yours."

Listening to her talk like that just made me hornier. I now had confidence in my body, at least the size of my member, and having Wanda practically beg for it just made it all the better.

I tried to slowly enter inside of her but she was adamant with her demands.

"Shit Earl, I said fuck me, not toy with it."

I no longer cared about being cautious as I entered her. I just shoved my thickness into her and she inhaled deeply. Her eyes popped wide open and the biggest smile I'd ever seen from her emerged.

She never said another word. She didn't moan but her mouth stayed open and her eyes told a story of satisfaction. I tried my best to delay my orgasm but after seeing her face, I came hard in less than 5 minutes. 

I relaxed inside of her and pulled my head towards hers for a kiss. She feverishly returned my kisses and our tongues were intertwined at a fast pace.

That kissing also caused another stir inside of me. My semi-hard cock was still inside of her but it was gaining a new life. 

When I knew I had a new life in it, I removed it and again plunged in and out of her. Again, that same bug-eyed expression and her mouth was wide open. Not surprisingly, I was able to last much longer and please her much more intensely before I shot my second load.

We spent the rest of the evening in the pool. We talked some but I realized that my interest in her was only sexual. I couldn't picture myself ever settling down with a girl like her, no matter how hot her body was.

Wanda seemed to feel the same way. Before she left, she gave me a polite hug and kiss.

"Anytime you want to fuck just let me know, okay Earl? We both enjoyed it but you're not the kind of guy I'd want to get into a relationship with. Let's just say we're casual friends. Fuck buddies is fine with me."

"Sure, Wanda. I may want to invite you over again when my parents aren't here. They wouldn't have approved of what we did tonight but I'm sure glad we did."

"Agreed, Earl. Agreed. I'll see you at work on Monday. I'll be nicer to you in the future, I promise. We just can't let on to anyone at work about our little fun on the side. I'm sure you understand why."

"Definitely Wanda. This is our secret, and our secret only."

So, with these new powers I had essentially secured two casual lovers that I could have when I wanted them.

The other part of this that was troubling was that I eventually wanted to settle down in a relationship. I wasn't that crazy about having children, but I figured that most women would make that a requirement before settling down. 

Once I settled down, I'd have to give up using my powers, at least for sexual reasons. I was still concerned that even when I settled down that if I gave too much attention to a woman that I found attractive, I'd have problems with my partner being jealous of another woman moving in on me.

Also, what would happen if these powers suddenly went away? The concussion happened 4 months ago and I still had minor symptoms such as occasional headaches. I was enjoying this benefit of it but I was wary that such a good thing could come to an end.

I wanted to talk to a doctor about it but I was afraid a doctor might think I was a mental case and recommend that I get some kind of intense counseling.

Even at 22 years old, I knew that there was a responsibility that came with such a great gift. Still, I was going to have as much casual sex as I could handle until the time came to settle down.

I put my plans on a short pause. I had thought long and hard about it. I didn't ever want to be a father. I liked kids but I didn't see myself as the fatherly kind. It took some slick talking and mind manipulation, but I convinced my urologist to perform a vasectomy. He reminded me that they can be reversed but he couldn't guarantee how effective it would be after reversal.

I had it done the following Friday. By Monday, I was healed enough and ready for more action. I wasn't 100 percent sterile yet so I called Tonya and set up a time at her parent's home to get together.

By now we knew the purpose was to screw our brains out. Tonya's parents were much more liberal than mine and didn't have a problem with us in her bedroom doing whatever we wanted. They had no problem with us using their hot tub in the back yard either. Tonya told me not to bother with a bathing suit.

With Tonya so openly against ever having children and knowing that she had been on the pill for years, I felt very comfortable and relaxed knowing that we could screw as often as we wanted with no fear of pregnancy.

The only problem for me was that I had feelings for Tonya. I was content to have Wanda as a fuck buddy but when I was with Tonya, the holding, caressing, and kissing had a deeper meaning to me. I just wished that she felt that way.

I enjoyed another hot and passionate love making session with her. We then showered up and walked past her parents as naked as the day we were born. We went directly to their hot tub carrying our towels but covering nothing up.

We hadn't been in the tub more than 5 minutes and her mother came out to join us...sans clothes as well.

Damn, Mrs. Barber's body was almost a replica of Tonya's. The smallish breasts and thick nipples were almost identical to her daughters. Her dark mane of hair between her legs was even darker than her daughter's bush. She was 45 years old at the time and had a body that many 30 year old girls would envy.

I knew I shouldn't have stared but I couldn't help it. The last thing I wanted was to get a hard-on and have Tonya mad at me for lusting after her mother. 

Also, Mr. Barber was in the house and I certainly didn't need an angry and jealous husband after me.

After a few uneasy moments, Mrs. Barber tried to relax me.

"Relax, Earl. Jeff (Mr. Barber) knows I'm out here. We have an open marriage. Didn't Tonya tell you that?"

I looked at Tonya. She was smiling.

"Uh, no she didn't Mrs. Barber. I've known her a lot of years and she's never mentioned it."

"Please, let's knock off that Mrs. Barber shit, okay? My name is Louise. My husband is Jeff. Let's be on a first name basis, not any of this Mr. and Mrs. Stuff...although I do like your manners though."

"Okay Mrs. Bar...I mean Louise. It may take a while but I'll get used to it."

Right after I finished that sentence I felt a hand grab my hard cock. It wasn't Tonya although she looked down my direction and could tell her mother's hand was on my cock.

"It's okay, Earl. It's not like we're some committed couple. If mom wants to screw you, I'm more than okay with it."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Would you rather be alone with her or do you mind if I watch?"

I couldn't believe it. My casual sex partner was giving her approval to screw her own mother. She didn't sound the least bit bothered by it. In fact, I surmised by her comments that she probably preferred to watch.

"Sure, watch if you'd like. It's not like you haven't seen everything on me."

"No, but it would be fun to see you inside my mother."

I sat up on the edge of the tub and Louise began to suck on me. Even though I'd came less than 90 minutes earlier, I felt my load ready to burst again.

Making it even hotter was watching Tonya massaging her hairy pussy while her mother sucked on me. I knew I wouldn't last much longer and told her so.

She immediate turned around and sat on my hard cock while facing away from me and we were both watching Wanda masturbate. 

Louise also had a soft murmur in her voice as she enjoyed multiple orgasms. Thankfully I was able to withhold my load long enough for her to be completely satisfied. Finally I came inside of her and she collapsed into my arms with my hands covering her small breasts.

"There you go, Earl. You come by here to visit me and you'll have your choice of two women. You really are a good guy Earl...and I don't mean just in the bedroom. You were open-minded enough to not pass judgment on my parents in spite of their unorthodox lifestyle.

"But how about Mr. Barber...I mean Jeff. He won't be jealous at all?"

"No Earl, he won't," Louise assured me. Besides, he has his share of girlfriends. When he saw that I liked your cock, it was his idea for me to join you two."

"You see, I want Jeff to be happy. Jeff wants me to be happy. We still have an active sex life together but we are willing to share one another. I know it doesn't sound right but it has worked for us for the past 20 years. We're still in love with each other."

I didn't understand but I wasn't going to complain. I enjoyed the blow job that Louise gave me. Maybe I could convince Tonya to do the same. Of course I could, all I had to do is use my special powers to plant the idea in her head.

Strangely, I had used my powers to get Tonya and Wanda in bed but Louise did it all on her own. I admired her body but I had no intentions of doing anything with her but sitting in the tub. She was the aggressor and her daughter was the enabler.

That actually felt better. Louise truly wanted me without me having to resort to using my powers. Using the powers had helped me but now Tonya and Wanda were very willing participants and those powers wouldn't be needed.

There was a divorced neighbor that lived across the street from us. Evie Baker was a thin redhead with sparse freckles and a very small chest. She never wore a bra and I already knew from watching her work in her yard wearing a tank top that she was barely an A cup. She had no children and she was only living in the house until the divorce was final. After that she'd have to sell it and split the net assets with her ex.

Still, she was a real beauty. She had an awesome smile. She had a small ass but enough of a shape to get a guy's attention when she walked. I had always been told that a real redhead was also red below; that is her pussy hair was red. I always wondered about her but had never gone around her.

If I walked across the street and made small talk with her, would my mind powers be able to convince her to strip down for me? Would she have sex with me? She was only 27, five years older than I was. 

The other concern was that if my parents saw me over there, or more specifically go inside her house, would they suspect something? The last thing I needed was to have them knock on the door while we're in the middle of making out.

By the middle of October, it was confirmed that I was 100 percent sterile. I could now screw away and not worry about any surprise pregnancies. It also protected me from women that would try to trap me by getting intentionally pregnant and forcing either marriage or child support payments.

My vasectomy was my secret. If a woman wanted to trap me, I'd get to have all the fun while she got all the frustration of her evil plans failing. In retrospect, 33 years later, that was kind of dirty. Still, I did what I had to do to protect myself and my future assets.

The last Friday of October, I finally got the nerve to go across the street. Evie worked as an RN three days a week, 12 hour shifts. This was the first Friday that we were both off. Also, my parents were at work so there was no fear of interruption if things went as I hoped.

I had enjoyed two other sessions with Wanda at the apartment that she shared with a friend. I had also been to Tonya's house on three occasions. Two of those times I had sex with Louise because Tonya wasn't home. The other time I did them separately on the same day.

I'm not sure why I was so nervous when I went to Evie's door. I already had a good excuse to come over. I was going to acknowledge that she was alone and offer my help in any odd jobs. I wasn't going to say anything about her looks or her body. I sort of figured that under normal circumstances that she would never even give me a peek at her tits, so I'd need to use my telekinetic powers to get her top off.

She answered the door wearing a white tank top similar to what she usually wore when she worked out in her front garden. She had on modest shorts that were light blue and went nearly halfway to her knees.

Forget about her body. She was, and is, still so darn pretty. If all I had seen prior to meeting her was a picture of her face, I would have been excited to meet her. What surprised me is that she honestly didn't consider herself real pretty. Maybe her lack of a fuller figure convinced her that nobody cared about her face.

I could see enough from the material on her tank top that she wasn't wearing a bra again. In fact, I could make out a puffiness from her nipples that protruded from her slim frame and made a small tent in her cotton-stretch tank top fabric.

"Evie, it's my day off today and well...I know that you've been alone for a while...I'm not sure how to say it but...well, if you need any kind of handyman help around here, feel free to come by and ask for help."

"I'm a social services major and part of my job for the rest of my life will be helping people. Why not start with my neighbors first, huh?"

"That's very nice...uh, it's Earl if I remember correctly."

"Yes, that's correct."

Shit, she wasn't even sure about my name. I guess I was still kind of a stranger to her.

"Well Earl, I do have a cabinet door that needs to have new hinges put on it. I've bought the hinges already but to be honest, I'm kind of a klutz when it comes to home projects. I do fine with my garden, but if it involves a screwdriver or hammer, I'm kind of useless."

Although I had other motives, I did want to help her. I forced myself to not stare at her body or try to transmit any kind of message. She got the hinges that were still in the package.

"Oh, this is simple Evie. All I need is a Phillip's screwdriver and I'll replace those old hinges in just a few minutes."

"Phillip's screwdriver? That's the one with the cross, right?"

I tried not to laugh too hard. "Yes, maybe a couple of different sizes and I'll use the one that works the best.

Within 15 minutes I had her cabinet door working as good as new. I was sweating and she gave me some paper towels to wipe off the excess sweat.

"That's all I can think of right now but I'll take you up on your offer if something else comes up. I'd like to put in a new shower massager in the master bathroom but more than likely I'll be selling the place so it would be a waste of money. If I change my mind, I'll let you know."

"Sounds good Evie. And seriously, I do hope you take me up on the offer if I'm needed."

"Also, a shower massage can be installed now and removed when you move. I can install one for you and when you're ready to move, I can put the old one back in place and I can put your new one in your new place."

Evie promised to take me up on that idea.

I had almost forgotten why I was there in the first place. I was able to help her and it felt good. I was sweaty and wanted a quick shower. Thinking about the shower and talking about installing a new shower massage brought me back to my original purpose.

As I pretended to get ready to leave, we carried on with idle chit chat. While she was talking and my focus was on seeing her topless, she suddenly lifted up her tank top and exposed her tiny breasts to me.

"Wow Evie! That's a pleasant surprise. You don't have to do that just because I did a simple job for you."

I was full of BS and I knew it, but I had to play this up for all it was worth.

"That's okay Earl. I know they're kind of tiny but I wanted to do it. It had nothing to do with you helping me today. It just seemed like a good thing to do."

It was working. She would be putty in my brain for the rest of the morning and afternoon.

"Well, I do thank you Evie and yes I really do like what I see."

I wanted to touch them so without any further conversation she took my hands and covered her tiny orbs with them.

"Go ahead Earl, squeeze them. I kind of like them to be roughed up a little. Nothing too rough but you don't have to treat them like they're as fragile as glass either."

I took upon myself to place my mouth on her right nipple. It was so naturally puffy but when I bit into it very lightly, it hardened up and protruded greatly. I repeated the treatment with her other nipple.

Now I was thinking about that pussy. Not only did I want to see it, I wanted to have it. My powers were as good as gold.

Evie stripped down completely. As expected I was staring at a very light shade of red hair between her tiny legs. Damn she was hot. I wanted her so badly.

I had already controlled her mind to pull off my clothes and I stood in front of her naked with my hard cock pointing straight up. She was also ready to have me take her. I asked her where her bedroom was and she pointed to the last room at the end of the hall.

I'm not sure at what point I no longer needed to telekinetically transmit suggestions to her because by now she was equally eager to take our friendship to the next level.

I picked up her tiny naked body and carried it into her room. For the first time ever, a woman asked me to go down on her.

I had heard of it but neither Tonya, Wanda, nor Louise had ever requested it. They seldom wanted much foreplay. They wanted me hard and inside of their wet pussies.

This was different. Evie was already wet but she directed my head to the opening between her legs and wanted me to do oral sex on her. 

I had no clue what I was doing. I had seen a couple of porn shows in college and knew that the guy's tongue was supposed to find a particular spot. With that small bit of knowledge, I probed my tongue around until I found this slight piece of flesh dangling inside of her. It felt almost like a small tonsil.

That did it. She bucked her hips and moaned. I wasn't sure if I had done something wrong so I stopped.

"Why'd you stop? You found a great spot. Do it again!"

As I was ordered to do, I went back inside and used my tongue to part through her tuft of red hair and found that spot again.

More groaning. More wetness. Her bed sheets were soaked from her excitement. I wasn't sure how long I was supposed to do this but she didn't seem to be in any hurry for me to stop.

The problem was that her excitement just caused my excitement to reach new levels. I took a chance and stopped what I was doing and climbed on top of her and inserted my hardness inside of her.

Again, another round of moans. Her wetness had enveloped my hardness as well as my entire area of pubic hair. Her scent was still on my lips. I had gained some sexual experience in the past 6 weeks and one of the things I learned was how to pace myself. I was able to keep plunging in and out of her pussy without releasing my load.




Special Ability to Influence



"Come on my tits Earl," I heard suddenly. Please come on my tiny tits."

I did as she commanded. I shot several streams of hot juices on her tits. When I was spent, I laid down on my back and caught my breath.

"Damn Earl. If I had known it would be this good, I would have had you over here a lot more often."

The next thing she said really caught me off-guard.

"Please forgive me Earl, but I'm having feelings for you. I'm not calling it love but I have more than just a lust for you."

"So soon, Evie?"

I wasn't prepared for this. I did like her. I could see her being a good friend in the long run but I never gave any thought to it going past casual sex.

"Earl, you came over just to be a good neighbor. I don't think you expected anything else. It didn't seem that way anyhow."

Shit, I fooled her too well. I had gone over with the hopes of having sex.

"Then why did you do it, Evie? I wasn't asking for any kind of payment, especially sex."

"I know, Earl. The fact is, I wanted this probably more than you. I can't explain it. This isn't in my character to behave like this. I don't just go showing off my tits to people, especially someone I hardly know."

"Yet I showed off my tits and everything else. I wanted you inside of me. I wanted you to go down on me. By the way, has anyone told you that your cock is rather thick?"

"I've heard that before but I don't think much about it."

That was kind of a lie. Since I realized that the previous women in my life all enjoyed my thick cock, it had become a matter of pride with me.

"The thing is Earl, it wouldn't have mattered how long, short, thick, or thin it was. I wanted it. I'm just extra happy that it was so thick."

"Well, it isn't really that long Evie."

"Who cares? My ex-husband is at least two inches longer than you and he never satisfied me like you did today. Your thickness feels better than his length. I hope we can do this again. I'd like to get to know you better."

I definitely wanted to do it again but I didn't want to lead her on either. Maybe if I told her about my lack of desire for children that she'd see that I wasn't the kind to build a family with.

That strategy backfired. Evie was barren. She would never be able to have children. She had accepted the fact that she would be childless. She admitted to thinking about adoption but she finally decided that it wasn't worth the hassle.

Although this had been the first time to really get to know much about Evie, I knew that we could be friends. As far as taking it further, I was more reticent.

Also, for the first time I had begun to wish those special powers would go away. They had served a useful purpose. I was getting laid more than enough. Most importantly, I had gained confidence with women that I would have never known without the supernatural enhancement.

I learned that physically the women liked what they saw. They also enjoyed being with me as a person. I was never too shy socially but I was always critical of my appearance; especially my manhood.

I am not quite 6 feet tall and have a slim build and at the time had short dark hair. That hair has turned mostly gray since these events unfolded. 

I do have broad shoulders and judging from the reactions of the four women with whom I had now bedded, they were all happy with my cock in spite of its relative lack of length. I learned that the women were just as impressed with girth.

Evie wanted a goodbye kiss before I went back across the street to my home. I had kissed the other women before but Evie was clearly in a class of her own. She enjoyed kissing and using her tongue expertly. 

I would have never guessed that she would have been such a vixen. She kept holding on to me.

"Do you really have to go, Earl? We could fix a sandwich, have some chips as well as some soda or beer."

I couldn't say no. She wanted my company, not just my cock. I was concerned that I might start having similar feelings towards her. I was on the defensive but Evie's insistent coercion kept me from leaving. It was if she was controlling me instead.

I knew that it was time to quit trying to use my powers; at least for the time being. There was something special about Evie that made me want to trust her. Yes, even trust her to tell her the truth about my telekinetic abilities.

"Evie, when I first came to your front door, did you have any intentions of doing anything romantic with me at all?"

"No, I can't say that I did. I knew you lived across the street and that you seemed to be a kind young man...but no, nothing like what happened today"

"Okay then Evie, what made you start behaving like you did? You got topless then got naked. Before long, you had me completely naked and in your bedroom. Why the sudden change of heart?"

Evie appeared to be somewhat bothered by the question.

"You just got laid and you're trying to psychoanalyze why it happened?"

"No Evie, it's that you must admit that this is probably something out of character for you, right?"

"I can't argue that, Earl. I kind of surprised myself."

I decided to go for full honesty.

"What if I told you that I was able to help control your thoughts? You still had a choice to make. You had the ability to not act on it but something inside of you was persuasive enough to make you go through with it."

I now had her looking perplexed.

"I'm not exactly sure what you're talking about Earl but I did have a strong urge to do what you're talking about today. I've never done anything like this before. Are you saying that you had the ability to control me?"

"Not full control, just persuasive enough to break down all of your defenses and inhibitions. Do you still feel like it was your decision, not mine?"

"Yes, somewhat. I wanted to do it but I surprised myself by being so uninhibited and even getting totally naked in front of you. I guess I should be happy that you liked what you saw. Still, it's hard for me to believe that you could somehow non-verbally control a person."

I understood her skepticism. I was willing to prove myself.

"What if I proved myself? What if you had one of your girlfriends come over. One of your friends that you know is as shy and inhibited about her body as you were."

"Really? I have a sister that's just turned 24. She's also a redhead and probably more self-conscious than I am. She is also small chested, although she is larger than I am. She's a small B cup but she always wears padded bras to make them look larger. She tells me that she's still a virgin. If you can get her clothes off, then I'll believe you."

"Just her clothes off? Let's be fair Evie. I'm a guy. If I like what I see and she loosens up a lot, she's going to want more than just being naked? Look what you did."

Evie knew I was right. She still doubted my powers so she caved in.

"I'll tell you what Earl, if she does to you what I did to you, then I'll be forever convinced. My sister is pretty but she doesn't think so. She has a fine figure but is ashamed to flaunt any of it. It would be a major accomplishment if she did to you what I did."

"Good, what time do you want to experiment?" I was ready for her now.

"She's still in college but should be out in about 15 minutes. I'll call her when she gets home. She still lives with our parents and they're just about a mile from here. If you want, she can have lunch with us and you can prove what you claim."

"I'll be honest with you, I liked you a lot more before you told me that. There's nothing wrong with having an active imagination but yours seems to be borderline crazy."

"I'm sorry Evie. All I know to do is prove it. If she's all over me and in bed I just want to still be your friend. I'll put a stop to it right now if it means losing a friend."

Evie looked upset.

"No! You say you can do it and if you can, I can live with the results. I'll probably either watch or join in. I'm not too concerned about it because I think you're full of shit...but I'm fair...I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself."

It was a long wait, only about 25 minutes to be honest, but felt like a much longer time before Evie finally caught her sister at home.

"Inga, have you had lunch yet? Good, why don't you come over and meet this nice young man from across the street. He's going to have lunch with us. He did some handiwork in my kitchen earlier and I'm fixing some chicken salad sandwiches, chips and some soda. I also have some beer if you'd prefer."

"Good. I'll see you in less than 10 minutes then."

I was excited to see her sister. Evie had a very pretty face so I assumed her sister did as well. I already knew she was a redhead just like Evie. I was hoping to see all of those redheaded features before too much longer.

Evie began to get more talkative. The edge of anger in her voice was gone. I guessed that she was ready to prove that I was some kind of fraud and that she'd have her sister there as a witness.

Inga came through the front door without even knocking. Evie looked at me and assured me that her sister never needed to knock so I shouldn't act surprised.

Inga was indeed attractive. Evie had described her very well. She wore a yellow half-sleeve blouse that buttoned up almost to her neck. Her short pants were similar to her sister's as well; not too tight and nearly half-way to her knees. I could detect a thick bra under her fabric. She had a nice round ass, slightly larger than her sister's.

"Inga, this is Earl. He lives with his parents in that white house with blue trim across the street."

"Nice to meet you Earl," Inga replied as she reached out her thin hand to shake mine.

"Now prove it, if you can" Evie whispered defiantly in my ear.

In some ways I didn't want to do it because I didn't want to hurt Evie; or only use Inga, but Evie had now pushed my buttons. I was going to get her sister bare-assed naked and in bed. I was going to prove that I wasn't a fraud.

We sat down at the table. I showed her the cabinet that I had fixed earlier. I asked about her college major.

Then...then I began to stare at her chest. I wanted to see what those tits really looked like. I stared into her eyes, thinking of nothing but having her take off that blouse and let me see her bra.

Within 20 seconds, Inga quickly unbuttoned her blouse; showing that her tits were completely encased inside of that thick padded bra.

"Inga!" Evie exclaimed. What in the hell are you doing?

"What? I was warm. I still have a bra on. Dang, I'd be showing more if I were at the beach wearing a one piece bathing suit."

Evie looked at me. I grinned back at her. She was no longer as angry as she was nervous. Could I create the environment that I promised earlier? Evie wasn't quite as skeptical about me as before.

I now wanted to see her in just her bra and panties. Again I stared into her eyes as she was telling me about her sociology class. In a most nonchalant manner, she slipped off her short pants and was seated wearing nothing but her bra and panties.

I expected Evie to call off the agreement. By now she should have been convinced that I wasn't some blowhard; but she stayed silent. I looked at her for some kind of non-verbal signal. She looked at me with eyes that said to keep going.

"I'm sorry sis, it is kind of warm and I feel like I can trust Earl and you've seen me totally naked dozens of times so being in my bra and panties is no big deal."

Time for at least one more thought. I wasn't sure how far Evie would let this go but I wanted to at least see her completely naked before Evie backed out.

Again, as we made eye contact, her bra dropped down to the floor.

I enjoyed the sight of her small tits. They were still a fair amount larger than Evie's were but they were proportionate to her overall build. They were perky with tiny hard nipples that pointed slightly upward. Again, I looked at Evie and she gave no signal to put a stop to it.

While I was enjoying the view up top, Inga just as casually dropped her panties to the floor. She looked almost identical to Evie between her naked thighs. There was a thick patch of light red hair that covered the labia and stretched a few inches upward and all the way to her thighs.

"Well, what do you think, Earl? Do you like redheads?" asked Inga.

I wasn't going to tell her that I had just banged her sister earlier so I nodded my head in approval.

"Wow, very damn sexy Inga. I'm surprised that you would do this for a guy that you've just met."

Evie was convinced. She was no longer angry or skeptical. I looked over at her as if to ask to continue or not. She showed no expression either way. I decided to take it to the next level.

I used the same powers to get Evie undressed as well. I also had Inga undress me while Evie guided us to her bedroom.

"Earl, Inga's a virgin. Be extra careful with her, okay?"

"Yes please, Earl. I do want that cock though."

I spent time giving both of them attention orally. Inga lubricated very easily. I knew that would be important when I guided myself inside of her.

Entering Inga was extraordinary. I knew that it was imperative that I take it easy. As expected, there was some initial discomfort, but she soon adjusted and I could tell by the look on her face that she was enjoying the experience.

She was as tight as both her sister and Tonya. Since I had blown my load earlier that morning on her sister, I was able to hold off shooting my load for a long time.

After unloading my spunk inside of her, the three of us stayed on the bed, sitting and laying without a stitch of clothing on. I figured that after having Inga that Evie would be hesitant to get into a serious relationship with a guy that had just fucked her sister; although I had her specific blessing to do so.

Oddly enough, our conversation while on the bed had nothing to do with sex. We talked mostly about Inga's school and her part time job at a nearby pharmacy. In fact, she wasn't going to be able to stay a lot longer because she had to start her shift at 4pm.

We never discussed the dynamics between the three of us. It didn't seem to bother either one that I had done them both during the course of the day. We all went to the kitchen and Evie made some sandwiches and poured some Pepsi for us. 

Inga gave me a pleasant, but not overly passionate, kiss as she left. Immediately after she got into her car, Evie motioned for me to follow her into her bedroom.

"Okay, Earl. You proved that you're legit. There was no way in hell that I thought my baby sister would do what she did today with anyone. Not only did she do it, but she seemed to initiate it."

"Now tell me, was there something on your part that got me to participate?"

I didn't want to lie and tell her she did it all on her own, but I felt that it was the right thing to do to let her think it.

"No, Evie. I was just concentrating on Inga. Maybe because you were happy to see her let her hair down? Did you feel a need to compete? If you did, then I'll disagree with that. It wasn't a competition. You are both gorgeous and sexy ladies."

"I don't know why I did, Earl. I'm glad I did join in though. Maybe there were some little competitive juices in me. I mean, Inga has nicer breasts and a nicer ass..."

"No!" I had to interrupt her. "It wasn't a competition. Your tits are just fine. I love playing with them. I love being able to put that whole puffy nipple and areola inside my mouth. Your ass? Nice and tight sweetheart. You should be proud of it."

I must have said something right. She held on to me, almost crying.

"Thanks. I would have never agreed to let you try what you did today if I had any confidence that you'd do it. I didn't want you to do that to my baby sister, but I kind of dared you. You were even going to back off when she was in her bra and panties but I practically dared you to take it farther."

"Look Earl, I do have an interest in you. I'm not sure if today was a one-time thing for Inga or if she's hoping for several repeats. The fact is that I don't own you but I would like to get to know you even better. Can you at least promise me that you won't try to control her thinking again?"

It didn't take me long to answer.

"I'll agree to that part. If she tries something, it will have to be all on her own. What I can't promise right now is that I will forego my other lovers. I will forego them long enough to see how things progress with us. There's only one of them, Tonya, that I have any real feelings for."

"Tonya wants to play the field like her parents do. She figures that she'll never meet a guy that would agree to an open relationship so she just prefers to stay single."

"There's one thing that's the hardest for me to control. I'm a normal guy in most ways. I enjoy looking at beautiful women. That doesn't mean I'm trying to get every one of them in bed, but I can't control my basic desires."

"Evie, I've thought about this a lot. It's a wonderful power to have. With it comes great responsibility. So far, I've used it for my own carnal desires. I still have a career ahead of me. I'd like to use it for less selfish reasons."

Evie gave me a look that told me that she understood exactly what I was trying to say. I was kind of clumsy with my words, but my heart was true.

I was no different than any other 22 year old young man that had never been laid before. The first chance I had with someone that I found even marginally attractive, I wasn't going to turn it down.

Now I had banged Tonya, Wanda, Tonya's mother Louise, Evie, and her sister. 5 different lovers in less than 6 weeks. 

Although Wanda had by far the best body, she would be the easiest to dismiss. The only thing we had in common was a good time in bed. We were incompatible in so many other ways except that at least we were now friendlier in our interactions at work.

Louise was great but she was considerably older. Also, if Tonya ever changed her mind about a long-term relationship then I'd probably have to accept her mother as well as other guys into that relationship. 

So, as much as I really liked Tonya, I decided to give up any hopes of having anything with her other than a good friendship with an occasional lay. 

Still, I was concerned about Inga. How does Evie handle it if Inga wants more? How does she tell her no when she encouraged the first fling? Then, in an unexpected moment, Evie had the perfect solution.

"Earl, you were able to convince Inga to do what she did today with telekinesis, right?"

"Of course. Why do you..."

"Then you can use those same powers to tell her to keep her clothes on and her lips to herself, right?"

I couldn't believe it. The answer was so obvious. I looked at her with relief.

"Damn, the most obvious solution and I never thought about it," I answered with a sheepish smile. "It's so easy."

Yes, I was happy for a solution. I wasn't so sure I was happy to never have Inga again. I clearly liked Evie better but I had grown an attachment to the young lady whose cherry I had just taken.

I spent the rest of the day with Evie. She fixed a spaghetti dinner with a green salad for us. I let my parents know that I was spending time with her.

Although they didn't dislike Evie, they knew she was a divorcee and slightly older than me. That made mom nervous but there wasn't much she could do about it. I was an adult, plus neither she nor dad had any clue about the other lovers I'd had.

I learned more about Steven, Evie's ex. Steven was a pharmacist in a mental facility. He came home abruptly one night and told Evie he was leaving. He'd met a co-worker and they had been having an affair for several months.

That explained his lack of sex drive at home she recalled. Amazingly, she didn't sound bitter at all. She had rushed into a relationship with him and regretted marrying him. Although her pride was hurt when he left her, she soon realized that he had done her a huge favor.