6 comments/ 343270 views/ 10 favorites Kate Ch. 01 By: Alex De Kok This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement, hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism welcomed. * * * * * It started on a Friday night. Friday was my evening to go bowling. A small ladies' league, all fun and gossip, no serious bowling intentions. That doesn't mean we couldn't play. We could, and very well too, but like I said, Friday night was fun night. Except that this Friday wasn't much fun. There are ten or a dozen of us who meet on a Friday, ages ranging from mid-twenties to retirement. Most married, with Connie Koski and myself widows. The married ones had been a bit wary of me at first, only in my mid-thirties when I joined them - Connie's sixty - but when I made it clear that I had no interest in their husbands they warmed up and now we got on fine. Anyway, it was Friday, and I was going bowling. My daughter Meg - Megan - was in our pool, wearing - or nearly wearing - her new bikini. I wasn't sure I approved of it, because she looked more naked with it on than she did when she was naked, but I wasn't about to say anything. I figured I had to let her make her own mistakes. I had always answered her questions about sex and the like as honestly as I could and I'd covered my bets by getting her on the pill. There wasn't anything else I could do. But that bikini! "I'm off now, honey," I said. Meg swam over and climbed out of the pool, giving me a careful kiss. "Okay, mom. Will you leave the front door open. Mike's coming over for a swim, should be here any minute." "Will do. See you about ten." "okay, mom. 'Bye." I went through and was in the hallway when the doorbell rang. I opened the door. Mike. "Hi, Mike, come on in." "Hi, Mrs. Evans. Meg around?" "She's in the pool. Got your suit?" "Under my jeans," he said, smiling. "Go on through. You know the way." I turned, looking for my purse, found it on the hall table and grabbed it. "I'm off now. I'll see you later if you're still here when I get back." "'Bye, Mrs. Evans," he said, grinning. "Show them how it's done!" I smiled at him. No, let's be truthful, I grinned. Most unladylike. "I'll do my best, Mike, you can be sure of that. I don't know any other way to play. Bowling, or anything else in life." I smiled again and went out to the car, then set off for the alley. I was surprised when I arrived, for there seemed to be hardly anyone around. Friday is generally accepted as ladies' night, or for families, up until about nine, when Charlie lets anyone in who wants to play. We 'gals' play usually from seven until nine-thirty or ten, then have a beer or a soda and go home. Tonight, Mimi Willis was sitting with Hetty Collier and Jan Seely. Betty Parker, Val Kostow and Jacqui Benton were at the next table. No-one else. I sat with Mimi, Hetty and Jan, nodding hello to the others. "Where is everyone?" "'Flu," said Hetty indistinctly. "And I think I've got it, too. If you ladies will excuse me," she said, blowing her nose fluidly on a huge handkerchief, "I'm going home." She smiled wanly and went out, saying goodbye to the others as she went. "Well," I said, "that about puts paid to any competition tonight." Jan nodded. "I think you're right, Kate. Hey, Betty?" she called to the other table. "What is it, you long streak of misery?" asked Betty, grinning. "Best of five?" "You're on!" The two went off, arguing good-naturedly. Val Kostow came over from the other table. "Pairs? Best of five?" I looked at Mimi. She shrugged. "Why not?" We played for a while. Mimi and I got beaten, three to one. None of us seemed to have any enthusiasm. "I think I'll head home. No-one seems interested tonight. What about you?" I asked the group at large. It ended with Mimi and me leaving and the others deciding to play 'a couple more games'. Mimi and I got our coats and stuff and headed out. Being summer it was still light. I glanced at my watch. Eight-thirty. I didn't usually leave until about ten. It was still warm and I thought idly that I might have a swim before it got too cool. I said goodnight to Mimi and we set off in our opposite directions. Mike's pickup was still parked outside, so I guessed they would either be in the pool or watching television. Oops! Or necking, I thought, about to march into the living-room. I don't want to embarrass them, I thought, peering into the room around the door. Ohmigod! I thought, biting my tongue so as not to say anything. Meg was on her back on the sheepskin rug. She was naked. Mike was on top of her, his ass moving gently but rhythmically as he fucked her. The way they were lying, Mike's feet were towards me. Meg had her legs wrapped around him, her heels hooked into his ass. She was moaning gently. "Oh, fuck me, lover, fuck me, fuck me," she moaned. "Fill me with your come," she whispered hoarsely. "I want to feel you come in me!" At her words, I felt a flush of warmth in my groin. I held my breath, scarcely daring to breathe, knowing that I should not be watching this, knowing too that I was not going to move, I couldn't. Mike began to move a little harder, still keeping a smooth rhythm. Meg was trembling visibly and she began to pant. Her hands were all over Mike, fluttering. "I'm coming, I'm coming," Meg moaned, almost chanting, "I'm co-o-m-m-i-i-n-g!" Her hips began to buck and Mike moved urgently into her. "Meg! Oh, Meg, baby, I'm coming!" Mike said, driving his cock into my daughter. My pussy throbbed and suddenly my panties were soaking. 'Jeez', I thought. 'I wish it was me!' I had my hands to my mouth, so as not to make any noise and I was thinking furiously. I didn't want to embarrass Meg, or Mike, but I wasn't sure I could get back out without them hearing me, now that they were coming down from their sexual high. Carefully, I started to ease back but I must have made some noise, because suddenly Mike looked over his shoulder, horrified. "Oh, shit!" he moaned in anguish. "What's up?" I heard Meg ask, alarm in her voice. "Your mother," said Mike. Meg's face suddenly appeared over Mike's shoulder, horrified. Our eyes met and she sank slowly back out of sight, muttering, her eyes closed. Mike withdrew hurriedly from Meg, his prick suddenly visible to me. I looked at it, fascinated, then caught Mike's eye. I flushed scarlet - I must have, I felt so hot - and turned away, muttering "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" as I did so. I finally got my leaden feet to work and hurried out. In the fresh air, I got back into the car and was about to drive away when I stopped myself. What was I doing? Okay, I'd just caught my daughter and her boyfriend fucking. Big deal! I'd put her on the pill because I thought they were! I was embarrassed, and no doubt they would be, too. So what the hell was wrong with me. My pussy throbbed, reminding me. Heck, I'd thought the thing was dead, it had been lifeless for so long. Since Tom was killed I'd had no interest in sex. I tried to analyse my feelings, but whichever way I figured it I reached the same conclusion. I wished it had been me, Kathleen Evans, thirty-six year old widow, that twenty-year-old Michael Hanson had been fucking. I flushed again, embarrassed at myself. I sat and stared out of the car windscreen, my thoughts in turmoil. Movement caught my eye. Meg, in jeans and sweatshirt, looking anxiously in at me. She smiled wanly. Get a grip, Kathleen Evans, I told myself. That girl is expecting a roasting, when she needs sympathy and support. If that was her first time it could be a touch traumatic, because that prick of Mike's is big! I got out of the car. Meg began to say something but I put my fingers on her lips. "Inside, sweetheart. Come on, it's all right." I took her hand and led her back indoors. Mike was standing waiting. Score one for you, I thought. You stayed to face the music. I gazed at him and despite my inner turmoil managed a smile. Not a big one, but a smile. "Sit down, Michael. You too, Megan." I indicated the couch and sat opposite them in the armchair. "All right," I said, "how long has this been going on?" I was careful not to let any anger show in my voice. In truth, now that I was over the shock I realised I wasn't angry, just concerned that all was well between them. I knew from my spectating that Meg was a willing participant. Meg looked at Mike, surprised, I think, but answered me readily enough. "It was the first time, mom. The very first time." She smiled crookedly. "I suppose I'm grounded now, or banished or something. I warn you, mom, I'll sneak out to meet Mike if I have to." "You're not grounded, sweetheart," I said. "Why do you think I put you on the pill, you silly goose? I saw the way you were behaving with Mike. I guessed something like this might happen." "You're not angry, Mrs. Evans?" asked Mike, surprised. "No, Mike. I'm not angry, although I could have wished you'd been somewhere other than in the middle of the sitting-room floor when I came in. It's something of a shock to find your daughter and her boyfriend stark naked and screwing like crazy on your best sheepskin." Mike flushed deeply. "I guess it is," he mumbled. "Next time, use Meg's bedroom, will you?" I said. "Next time?" asked Meg in surprise, her voice a strangled squeak. "I take it there will be a next time?" I asked dryly. "Yes, mom, there will. I enjoyed it too much not to want to do it again." Meg's tone was defiant. "Well, sweetheart, I think it would be better if you made love in your bedroom, rather than on the floor in here." A thought took me and I couldn't help myself, I grinned. "You can take the sheepskin if you want, your bedroom's big enough." Meg stood up and came across to hug me fiercely. "Mom, you're the best!" she said. "I doubt it, sweetheart," I replied, "but I'm realistic enough to realise that now my daughter has discovered the joy of lovemaking she'll want to do it again." "I do, mom, I do." "Well, all right, but not on the floor in here. At least, not unless you are absolutely certain there is no way I can catch you at it, and I don't think you can be that certain." "I guess not, mom." Meg smiled. "Not unless you go away on holiday." She frowned suddenly. "Why did you come home early?" "The competition was postponed, everyone seems to have the 'flu. There were only seven of us, then Hetty Collier decided she was going home to her sick bed, never mind anyone else! I just played a couple of games with Mimi, then came home." I stood up. "It's still early, I know, but I think I'll go to bed. Don't make too much noise, will you?" I smiled. "Mike, you can stay the night if you wish. After all, it is Saturday tomorrow and neither of you have classes. But for goodness sake, the two of you, be careful!" And on that note, I went out. I left stunned silence behind me, but I didn't doubt that they would be talking about what I'd said. I'd put money on it! I went into my bedroom and closed the door behind me. I undressed and took a good look at myself in the full-length mirror, and I think I can say that what I saw wasn't too bad. I lay down on the bed, still naked. For the first time in over four years, I caressed my tits, the nipples slowly stiffening. My pussy was still throbbing and I remembered how Tom used to like to watch me playing with myself, before we fucked each other to sleep. A vision of Mike's prick came to me and I felt myself flush, then slowly, almost of their own volition, my fingers stole between my legs and I began to masturbate, stroking my clitoris, fingering the soaking tunnel of my pussy. My orgasm was quick and violent, alarming in its remembered turbulence. I lay until I regained my equilibrium, then did it again. I lay, cooling, breathing heavily, then got up and took a quick shower, flushing the traces of my own juices away. I dried myself quickly on a coarse towel, enjoying the roughness on my body, then donned my usual nightwear, one of Tom's old tee-shirts. I had hardly got into bed when there was a knock and Meg's head appeared around the door. "Can I come in?" "Of course, sweetheart." I patted the bed beside me. "Sit here." Meg came over and stretched out beside me. "Mike gone?" I asked. "Yes. We thought, well, better he went home, this time." Meg hugged me suddenly, then giggled. "He's bringing his toothbrush tomorrow." I laughed, then took Meg's hand, squeezing it gently. "Are you all right, sweetheart? You're not hurting, or anything?" "It hurts a little bit, mom, but it felt so good when Mike was inside me." "I remember my first time, too. Your Dad had a van, and we had an old airbed and some blankets. I couldn't have wished for a better bed." "You miss him, don't you, mom?" "Yes, sweetheart, I still miss him." I laughed ruefully. "Particularly after the emotions you two stirred up." "Mom, I'm sorry," Meg began, but I shushed her. "It's all right, hon, it just means I'm alive again." "You sure it's okay, mom? We never intended you should catch us fuc . . er, making love." "I'm sure, baby." I squeezed her hand. "Did you enjoy it, or did you just put up with it to please Mike?" "Oh, mom, I enjoyed it! It felt great!" I was relieved. I had always enjoyed fucking with Tom, and I was pleased that if nothing else, my daughter had inherited my blonde hair, my brown eyes, my big tits and my joy in fucking. "I'm glad, sweetheart. Your Dad and I always enjoyed our fucking." "Mom! I never knew you used language like that!" Meg was teasing me. "You were just my little girl before. Now you're a grown woman who likes to fuck with her man." "I do, mom. I surely do. Did you really mean it, that Mike could sleep with me?" "Yes, I did, or even stay awake with you, which is even more fun!" Meg giggled. "You've changed, mom. We've always been friends, I know, but tonight, I don't know, it's different." "That's because we're not just friends, or mother and daughter, we're intimates." Meg was quiet for a while, then said, "I think you're right, mom. It's different, isn't it?" "I think so. Some don't." "More fool them. I think I'll go to bed now, mom." She leaned over and hugged me, kissing my cheek. "Thanks, mom, for being the best mother in the world. Goodnight." "Goodnight, baby daughter become a woman. Sleep well. Pleasant dreams." Meg giggled again. "Erotic ones, I hope! 'Night, mom." She went out. Goodnight, daughter, I thought. May the fates smile on you. I masturbated twice more before I could get to sleep. Saturday morning I left fairly early, did the photographs I had to take and kept away from the house. I knew Mike would be there with Meg and wasn't sure just how I felt. I liked him, sure, and I respected him for standing by Meg when I caught them, but that was as my daughter's boyfriend. Any half way decent boy would have done the same. What worried me were the feelings I had when I saw his prick thrusting into Meg, even more so when I saw it withdraw and realised its size. A widow like me should not be lusting after a boy little more than half her age, even more so when it was her daughter's boyfriend. I realised, of course, that I couldn't hide from them, stopped at a Chinese for a takeaway meal for three and went home at about six. Mike and Meg were in the pool. I waved the bag at them. "Chinese. Five minutes." "Okay, mom. Five minutes." I enjoyed the meal and forced myself to relax. I can be a courteous hostess when I've got my hormones under control and apart from a couple of minutes of uncomfortable silence from Mike, before he realised that I wasn't about to say anything about the night before and relaxed, we had a quiet and comfortable evening watching TV. Meg and Mike went off to bed about ten, both of them unnaturally silent. I laughed to myself, then went off to my own lonely bed and masturbated myself to sleep again. Sunday was similar, except that I was only out for a couple of hours and the lunch was cooked by Meg. Trying to impress Mike, I figured, but she was good and getting better. I can cook and I enjoy it, but my recipes tend to the conventional, while Meg keeps trying new ones she's found in magazines and books. I went out at four, telling the kids I'd be back after eight. I wanted them to have some time to themselves without being embarrassed by my presence. I guessed that four hours would be enough time to have a decent fuck. Or two. Maybe three. With Meg due to visit her grandmother in New York Thursday to Sunday - long since planned - I invited Mike over to dinner on Wednesday. "You won't be seeing Meg until Sunday," I said, "so come over for dinner Wednesday before she leaves. Make it six-thirty. I have to be at the Golf Club dinner to take the photographs by eight-thirty, so you'll have the evening to yourselves." "Thanks, Mrs. Evans, that'd be great," said Mike. I noticed that he was flushing less when I arranged to be discreetly absent. Not that this was the case this time. I genuinely did have to shoot the Golf Club dinner. Monday and Tuesday Meg didn't see Mike, because he was helping his Uncle Bob do the stocktaking in his sports goods store. Wednesday dinner was good. I was pleased that Mike had gotten back to his usual relaxed self, he'd been wary around me at the weekend and I missed his corny jokes. He'd gone when I got back to the house at eleven. Meg was sitting up waiting for me. I kicked my shoes off and sprawled inelegantly on the couch. "Why do the photographers have to dress for the dinner as well?" I asked plaintively. "I don't object to wearing a dress, but those heels will kill me! I like my sneakers!" "How'd it go, mom? The usual stuffed shirts?" I grimaced. "Yeah. Judge Wilson gets worse. His speeches used to be short and witty when I started doing the dinner shoots, but they're getting longer and losing the wit. I used to get great audience shots, laughs and smiles galore. Now it's poker faces and yawns." Meg laughed. "Poor mom. Can I get you a drink?" "After watching those idiots I need something special. Get me a large malt whisky, with just a tiny drop of water." "Coming up!" Very quickly Meg handed me a shot glass uncomfortably full of whisky and - I noticed - very little water. Never mind, I enjoyed a good Scots malt and tried to keep a couple of different ones. I didn't often drink them, so I doubt if I got through four bottles in a year, but I liked them. "Have a good evening, hon?" I asked. Meg grinned. "Yeah!" She laughed, then sobered. "I'm going to miss Mike." "He'll miss you too, hon. Think of the reunion!" "I know. I mean, I love grandma, but I'm going to my lonely bed at nights with no nice warm man around." I had a sudden idea. "Come up to my room. I want to show you something." "Sure, mom. Lead on." I picked up my shoes and my glass and led the way. I had finished most of the drink and I think my judgement was blunted or I might never have done what I did next. I rummaged in my bottom drawer, found the box I was looking for and took it out. Meg was sitting on the bed, curious. I opened the box and stopped, flushing. "What is it, mom? Why are you blushing?" "I'm embarrassed. I don't know what the hell I'm doing, getting this out." "You can't stop now! You've gone too far." I took the item from the box and held it up. Meg flushed scarlet in her turn and giggled, then held out her hand. "Give it here, mom. Wherever did you get a dildo?" At least she knew what it was. "Your Dad gave it to me on our third anniversary. He had to go away for a week on a course. It was the first time we'd been separated for more than a day or so." "Did you use it?" "Not for three days. Then I missed him so much, I had to. It's no substitute for the real item, but it's better than nothing." Meg examined my husband substitute carefully. She looked at me quizzically. I shrugged. Kate Ch. 01 Bound, helpless, and scared out of her mind in a strange man's van, Kate had no idea where he was taking her or what he planned on doing to her once they reached their destination. All that Kate really knew was that for the first time in her life, she wished she'd gone to school that day. But instead, she'd skipped school and had stayed home watching soap operas all morning and afternoon. By the evening, she'd eaten an entire bag of potato chips and a pint of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. Feeling disgusting, she'd decided to go out for a walk around 10 p.m. and that's when the stranger had snatched her off the street... Kate's panic heightened a notch when she felt the van come to a stop. She shivered, partly from fear and partly from the cold, and tried to shake her long blonde hair out of her face. She had no idea how long they had been driving for or where they could be. She'd been too busy trying to loosen the duct tape that bound her wrists together behind her, but hadn't had any success. All she had managed to do was to rub the skin on her wrists raw. Whoever this guy was, he obviously knew a thing or two about immobilizing people with duct tape. Hearing the driver's door of the van slam shut followed by his footsteps, the eighteen year old shrank away in fear as the back door of the van opened and he reached in for her. Pulling her to her feet effortlessly, he guided her toward a building. She couldn't make out many details because it was so dark, but she saw that the building - a small house, maybe - was surrounded by trees. She couldn't see any lights or any other signs of civilization anywhere else. Mustering up all the courage she could, Kate waited until she felt the stranger's hands loosen on her elbows, then whirled around, ramming her shoulder into him to make him lose his balance before sprinting in the opposite direction as fast as she could, deaf to his yell of surprise. She didn't know where she was going, but decided that anywhere was better than here, with this guy. Unfortunately for her, she found it to be difficult to run with her hands still bound behind her back. To make matters worse, she couldn't see where she was going, and the grassy ground was sloped in some places, causing her to stumble about clumsily. Before she knew it, she'd lost her footing and was tumbling to the ground. She braced herself for a painful landing, but it never came. Hands latched onto the back of her shirt and roughly yanked her back to her feet just before she made contact with the ground. Once again, Kate found herself in the arms of the leather-clad stranger, helpless and at his mercy. She was back where she'd started, and had nothing to show for her efforts, except a now pissed-off captor. He spun her around to face him, then violently shoved so that her back made contact with a thick tree trunk, the headlights of the van shining directly on her. His hands never left her shoulders. Pinned between the stranger and the tree, Kate was forced to stare her abductor in the eyes, and tears began to form in her eyes as the reality of her situation finally began to sink in. He moved closer, until his mouth was at her ear, then spoke his first words to her in a quiet, composed, and surprisingly gentle voice. "I realize you don't have a lot of options. Here you are, tied up, vulnerable . . . you're no match for me, Sweetheart. I'm in charge here, and I think that on some level, you understand that. There is one thing that you are completely in control of, though." Kate shivered as she felt his hot breath on her ear, inhaled the scent of his toothpaste. Not only did she shiver, but she also could feel her nipples harden. He paused in mid-sentence and stepped back to look at her face, still not taking his hands from her shoulders. He smelled good, like expensive cologne. He reached up and almost tenderly wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb. "We can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way. You can keep fighting me, if that's what you like. I don't mind at all; it's entirely your call. If you want to play your little games and cause trouble, that's fine with me. Just know that what goes around comes around. If you decide to be a pain in the ass, I'll be a pain in your ass." Kate couldn't be sure, but she thought she detected some amusement in his voice as he said this. "Now," he said conversationally, "shall we go inside?" Kate nodded enthusiastically, petrified of displeasing her captor again. She had no desire to see how nasty his temper could become if provoked. He smiled faintly. "That's a good girl." This time she allowed him to guide her to the building, and she saw that it was indeed a house. A cabin, to be specific. He helped her up the steps of the porch, mindful to keep her from stumbling in the dark, then led her inside the dimly lit cabin. Together, they walked past a sparsely furnished living room, a tiny kitchen, and a couple of closed doors. He took her to the far room at the end of the hall. When he reached past her to switch on a light, she couldn't contain her shock. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she scanned the room in disbelief, having never seen anything like it before. There were shelves all along the far wall, which contained various handcuffs, dildos, and other devices which were foreign to her. (She figured she likely didn't want to know what they were, anyway.) There was a closet and another door to her immediate right, and in the center of the room, a large metal table with a crank to make its height adjustable, and stirrups. It reminded her a bit of the table in her doctor's office. She'd always thought that the table there was a bit intimidating, and had always been glad that she'd never had to go up on it. This table was even more intimidating, and Kate had to struggle to restrain her tears. Her captor was looking at her intently, watching her reaction. "Welcome," he stated simply, reaching for her. Before he tore the duct tape from her mouth, he added nonchalantly, "Oh, and you can scream if you want to. Make as much noise as you like. No one can hear you now anyway." Kate Ch. 01 Chapter 1: Vacation in Palm Springs I love my wife Kate, she's been my best friend for the entire time we've been together and I don't think that will change. She's an incredible lover, no matter where, when or how; making love to her has always sent me over the edge. Like many couples who have been married for a while, we've done a bit of fantasy. Kate knows my favorite fantasy is to see her get fucked by another guy, preferably one with a large cock. If you ask me to explain why, I couldn't give one logical reason why this would turn me on, but logic goes right out of the window when it comes to love and sex, right? My fantasy has led us to play a game during our love-making. I bought a variety of dildos, most large and black, and I'll use one to fuck her while eating her out. After Kate comes, it's my turn. My mind reels as I stick my cock in her very wet cunt while watching her eyes. She'll get me going by asking me what's going through my mind; I'll tell her I'm pretending she's wet because someone else just fucked her and I'm getting sloppy seconds. She plays along, squeezes my cock with her cunt which makes it impossible for me to hold out any longer. I've always considered myself fortunate because in moments of lunacy, I've asked Kate to act out the fantasy for real. She's always refused to even consider the possibility and when you get right down to it, I've never seen a real man who I've said to myself, "look, there's a guy I'd like to see fucking my wife." So it has always remained a fantasy, up until last week. Kate and I flew to Palm Springs to spend five days in the sun and heat where we stay at one of the many nude desert resorts. Kate's very comfortable with her body; she should be because although in her 40's, Kate has the body of a 30 year old. She's slim and fit from years of working out, has firm. natural "C" size breasts, an all-over tan from years of nude beaches and resorts, plus a clean shaven cunt. We usually stay for three days, but needed an extra dose of sunshine this year and planned to spend it on a desert hike. After lounging around the pool the first day, we started the next morning driving over the mountain range into Joshua Tree. It was a beautiful day; the temperature was in the high 80's without a cloud or a person in sight. We hiked to an oasis, opened up our picnic lunch and two bottles of beer (we're not serious hikers) under the palm trees, and took off our clothes to enjoy the heat. After two more beers I could tell Kate was feeling the alcohol, she was probably dehydrated. The hot, dry air can do that to you. I decided to take advantage of the situation; it was a public place, but there was no one on the horizon. I started to kiss Kate's lips, neck, breasts, ran my tongue right down to her clit. I was hard and she was wet, so I climbed up and slipped my cock into her. We made love like this for a while before I lifted her torso so she was sitting in my lap. She squeezed my cock as I played with her breasts, alternating between caressing her nipples with my fingers and kissing them with my tongue and teeth. While we were screwing a glimmer of light caught my attention. Out of the corner of my eye I saw we weren't alone. Someone was back in the palms and it appeared they were taking pictures of us making love. Kate sensed my change and asked what was wrong. I thought about ignoring the photographer; I could have lied, but I told Kate the truth. "I think someone is in the trees taking our picture." Now it was Kate's turn to tense up. My cock slipped out of her when she turned around to where I was staring and reached for her top. But before she could get the top over her head, our cameraman came out from behind the trees. He was nude and sporting an erection. "Don't stop on my account, you two were beautiful," he said. "My name's Zack, I've been taking pictures of you for the past half hour and I'll sell you the memory card, but go ahead and finish. As you can see, I enjoyed watching." Now here's the part that I still can't believe, maybe it was the beer, or the heat, but whatever it was, Kate grabbed my head and shoved it in between her legs. I ate Kate's vagina like a madman while the guy with the hard-on and camera moved around taking pictures of us. After five minutes Kate moved around to suck my cock with her ass up in the air, she took her mouth off my cock long enough to turn to the cameraman, "Fuck me Zack!" So here I am, laid out on my back, getting my cock sucked while the love of my life has her ass stuck in the air. I'm watching this stranger with a hard-on practically leap behind my wife to fulfill the fantasy I always dreamed would happen. I sat up a bit to get better view; Zack's cock wasn't huge, but it was thick and as the head touched Kate's vagina she started to push back. The whole thing just disappeared from my sight. For the next few minutes I rammed my cock into her mouth while he rammed his into her cunt. My cock exploded in Kate's mouth, but she kept sucking me dry. After I finished coming Kate let my cock fall out of her mouth to concentrate on the cock ramming her cunt. I picked up the camera to take pictures. The two of them kept pounding their pelvises into each other until I saw the tell-tale look in his eyes announcing Zack's intentions to come. I took some great shots of the two of them coming. When Zack's cock fell out of Kate I watched the come drip out, that was enough for me to get hard as a rock. Kate saw it and smiled, "Sloppy seconds?" This was all I needed to hear, I rolled Kate onto her back, rubbed the tip of my cock around the outside the lips of her vagina, then pushed inside. My cock slipped in without any resistance. Kate gave me a look as I fucked her harder; she didn't have to say a word, her eyes said everything. If I hadn't just come in her month, I wouldn't have lasted more than 15 seconds. As it was, I was able to continue driving in and out of her cunt until I felt the contractions signaling her orgasm. We both came together. The next few moments were awkward, but our new "friend" broke the ice by opening up his camera and handing me the memory card. "Here" he said, "I won't need this to remember the moment. I never thought this could happen in my lifetime. I offered to sell you the card, but all things considered, you can have it." The three of us chatted for a while, exchanged names (Kate didn't give him her real name), and where we were staying in the area. It turned out Zack was staying at a hotel in Palm Springs. He asked if we'd join him for dinner that night at his favorite restaurant, the "Blue Coyote. " Kate surprised me again by accepting his offer. We agreed to meet that night at 8 o'clock for dinner and Zack walked off. During our hike out of the desert and the drive home I had moments of passion, jealousy, love and lust toward my wife. There was no way I could be angry with what had transpired, not after spending the last few years trying to convince Kate to do what we had just done. I was also anxious to see how the pictures had turned out. There was, of course, some concern whether the events would change the fantastic relationship Kate and I shared throughout our marriage. Kate did a great thing on the drive home; she held my hand and when we exited the car at our hotel, she popped out of the passenger side to give me a big kiss. We walked hand in hand to the room, stripped and jumped into the shower together. I covered her body with kisses as we washed each other off and I couldn't help but stick my finger inside her cunt. She was still soaked with come. We had an hour before dinner; Kate used the hour to get ready, I read a book at the pool. When Kate walked out she looked absolutely stunning in an outfit I had not seen her in before, it was the halter top I had convinced her to buy from Victoria Secret with a short skirt. Kate recently had her belly button pierced and a hint of the stone peeked through between the top and the skirt. "You like?" Of course I liked it and I told her so. We drove to the restaurant, met our new friend; enjoyed a fine Southwestern dinner and too many Margaritas. I don't know if she did it on purpose, but Kate had three drinks that night. She flirted with both of us and I think she reached over under the table a couple of times to squeeze his cock. It sure looked that way because her motion to the left, leaning toward him was the same as to her right toward me; and every time she leaned toward me she gave my cock a squeeze. Zack asked whether we'd like to come his room for one last drink, Kate didn't hesitate before accepting. When Kate and I entered Zack's hotel room, she gave me a kiss before pointing me over to the chair in the corner next to the bed. Kate turned to our host and kissed him while removing his clothes. Neither of them had much on, so it didn't take long before they were both naked on the bed. Foreplay took place during dinner, so Kate just grabbed his thick cock, aimed it into her wet cunt and the two of them started banging their hips into each other. I undressed without taking my eyes off them sat back and watched. Ten minutes later Kate rolled Zack on his back and climbed on top with her ass in the air. I knew this was an invitation, so I wet my cock with my pre-come and saliva and eased in her ass. Kate was still for the first minute while I moved in and out of her ass, then the cock in her cunt began to move. Kate started screaming, not loud, but enough to excite and spur Zack and me to drive harder. Kate came and told us to do the same because she couldn't stand it any more. I shot in her ass and slipped out, but the cock in her cunt wasn't ready. Zack slipped out of her cunt, got behind her and I watched his cock disappear into her ass. Kate was beside herself as the cock in her ass continued to pump. Even though Zack's cock was thicker than mine, my come had lubricated her ass enough to make it tolerable. The two of them fucked until, just before his cock exploded, Zack pulled out and came all over Kate's back side. I went to shower off; Kate slipped in and kissed me. When I stepped out of the shower, our host joined her. While I was in the bedroom waiting for them to finish their "shower", pangs of jealousy started up again. I didn't know if Kate was planning to stay the night, so was more than relieved when she came out of the bathroom, grabbed her clothes and told me it was time to go home because she wanted to spend the night in bed with me and me alone. We never saw the Zack after that night, but we have the photographs and that's enough for me. Kate Ch. 01 "Is there anything I can help you with, ma'am?" I said. She was good looking, certainly over 45 years old -- how much over that would be hard to say, but certainly younger than I was. A pert nose, red lipstick, red curly hair that L'Oreal would term 'bright auburn,' slate eyes lit up within so much that they could be called silver. Below the generic tee-shirt were smallish bumps, definitely not more than a B cup, perhaps even smaller. Jeans, medium heels that brought her up to, perhaps, five feet six or seven. I noticed the lack of a wedding ring or other big jewel. Not bad, I thought, not bad at all for a sleepy Wednesday afternoon in January. She looked me over, toe to hair, as thoroughly as I'd inspected her. She stared straight into my eyes. "Oh, there are things, yes, definitely." I kept my eyes locked with hers, she gave up first. "I'm looking for a laptop for my friend." "I've got plenty of them," gesturing to the two serpentines and one long shelf loaded with the devices. "What does she want to do with her computer?" "He's a guy." "Oh, sorry about that. So, what does he want to do?" We chatted about that, then she moved me on to other subjects. I certainly didn't mind, chatting with her was better than dusting shelves. We got into whether or not she needed a new printer. She laughed gaily whenever I gave her a little joke, and then she put her hand on mine, perhaps accidentally, perhaps not, when I showed her where the SD card went into the slot. "Do you print out a lot of pictures?" I asked. "More than I should, probably." "What are they of?" "My friends, my dog, the travels I take." "Where do you like to go?" "Florida, the Caribbean, any place that's warm." "Don't like this weather?" For the last few days, somebody had been shaking the snow globe, and there was a good seven inches on the grassy areas, and the mounds in the parking lot were nearly six feet high. "Absolutely not," she agreed, "although nights like we're having can be nice if you want to stay by the fireplace." There wasn't anyone around, particularly managers, and I didn't think she'd mind, so I quizzed, "What do you do by the fireplace?" "Oh," she smiled, "sometimes I read, sometimes I watch TV, sometimes I romp around. Depends on the company I'm with. What do you like to do by a fireplace?" "Drinking a hot toddy is always nice. Playing games." "What kind of games?" "Board games, Wii, or, even better, the ones you make up as you go along." "Yeah, I like those, too," she agreed. The sales manager roamed in the next aisle, we went back to the professed objective of the meeting, I gave her the specs of the two or three computers she'd been looking at, filled her in on the details of the setup service and protection plans. "If there's anything else I can help you with, just let me know. I'm Adam." "I'm Kate. I'll be back. I promise." With a delicate finger, she poked me in the chest. As she walked from me, I touched her on the arm. "I'll be disappointed if you don't come back." "Oh, count on it." These things happen at an electronics retailer. It wasn't the first time in my four years at the store I'd flirted, or been flirted with. The other times nothing happened, for I was loath to pursue the prey too far. I was still a few years from retirement, and I was working full time not for the money -- I'd socked it away fairly well when I was working for a living -- but for the health care. Paying for it before Medicare kicked in four years from now would drain my 401K pretty severely, and if I got fired for making advances toward customers, it would hurt my finances. I daydreamt about Kate for a couple of nights, her smile and eyes coming to me in my fantasies. Other than her name, though, I didn't have the slightest idea of how to reach her. Three days later, somebody else flirted with me, and I forgot about Kate. Then came a Saturday afternoon shift ten days later. It was mildly busy, time was going fast, and while I was taking care of one customer, another guy caught my eye. "I'll be with you as soon as I'm done," I promised. I finished up with them rather quickly, then looked for the short, mildly pudgy, bald-headed fellow. I found him standing by the laptops, looking at (surprise) the lowest cost computer. "Do you think this will do the job?" "Depends on what the job is." Just then I felt a prod in my back. Turning around, there was Kate. "Oh, hello!" "Hi. See you found Rich." "I guess I did. You're Rich?" He blandly admitted the coincidence. As the three of us chatted about his computer needs, I came to the discernment that Kate and Rich were a couple. An old Joe Jackson song came to mind. 'Is she really going out with him? / Is she really going to take him home tonight?' Rich answered my questions and responded to my suggestions in a tedious monotone, Kate was boisterous and all over the place, interrupting my smooth sales pitch continually. "What about the little things over there? They're cute!" "Those are netbooks. Excellent machines, if all you want to do is get on the internet and check email. Not much good for anything more." "Maybe I should get one. I could put it in my purse." "Maybe. Here's what I use." I reached into the pockets of my khaki, got my iTouch out, jumped on my browser. "I've got one of those," she admitted. "Maybe you could explain a few things for me." "Sure." Rich just stood there with a vacuous expression, apparently he was used to his girl friend jumping in on his personal space. After three or four minutes, we moved over to the iPod docks, and I put her Touch on one. Surprisingly, there was a total of only twelve songs on it. "You're into repetition, I take?" "Not really, I like a lot of variety." The sparkle in her eye alerted me that she might not be talking of music. "But I just got it for Christmas, and don't know how to get all those songs on." "It's easy." "Yeah, but it's always fun to have someone help you with the ropes, isn't it?' A little wink. "Maybe you could help me sometime." At this, Rich just gave her a look that could be interpreted, 'oh, that old line again.' Eventually, we went back to computers, and Rich picked out a computer that fit his needs. For whatever reason, he wanted to think about it some more, so I gave him the information and wished them well. As she left, Kate said, "See you soon," and poked me in the arm. "I can only hope." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Less than a week later, I was sitting in the Panera Bread before work, working on my laptop. "Hey, it's you!" Kate said. "So it is. Sit down. How are you?" "Fine. What are you doing?" "Writing." "Writing what?" It was quiet in my corner, no one could eavesdrop easily. "Erotic stories," I admitted. "Nah," she denied. "Really. Want to read it?" "Sure." I turned the laptop to her. previously been harmlessly on her arm now went to her midriff and a finger snuck through the border of her blouse onto the bare skin below. Tracey didn't complain. In fact, she bent her head back to a position where Paul could kiss her if he bent over slightly, and this he did. Tenderly, their lips met and the tongues touched, exploring then drawing back for another flick. Paul's hand continued the expedition, and he unloosed one button so he could put his entire palm inside the blouse. As they continued to kiss, a finger made contact with the bottom of her bra and he traced the edge from one rib to the other. Since she failed to protest the intrusion, he became emboldened and the finger traveled up the valley between her breasts and traced the top of the bra. As his curled digits continued the investigation of the bare skin above her underwear, his wrist smoothly brushed the mound of her breast. Tracey was fully aware, of course, of the intrusion, and while her brain was screaming, 'You can't do this!' another part of her was lazing in the attention, relishing the heat rising from her innards. If she made no effort to halt Paul, she also, other than the continuing kiss, failed "Well, that's not bad. Can I read the rest?" "After I'm finished with it." "When will that be?" "Who knows? It's more of a hobby with me than a profession. Although I've been published." "Really?" "Yeah. Ezines mostly. Twice I've had stories in anthologies." "Hmmm. I don't think I've ever met a real writer before." "You still haven't. I sell computers, remember?" "Oh, yeah." We continued to chat about my other 'career', I told her she could find me on asstr and literotica if she wanted to. We switched to talking about her, I found out that she lived nearby in an apartment complex. "With Rich?" I asked. "Oh, you've got that all wrong. He's just a friend with limited benefits." "limited benefits?" "Yeah. We've known each other for twenty years. His wife threw him out a couple of years ago, and I sort of took him under my wing. I help him do things around the house, invite him over to dinner once in awhile. He chases me, sometimes I let him catch me. It's all very innocent." "I see." "So did you mean what you said the other day?" "Of course I did," I exclaimed, as if my feelings were hurt. "And, by the way, what did I say?" "How you promised to help me with my iTouch." "Oh, that, sure. What do you need?" "Come over to my place, show me how to put things in it." "I'd be happy to show you how I put it in." A wicked smile came to her face. One of her fingers came gently to my nose, gently pushed on it. "I'll be looking forward to it." I made an appointment to come over to her house the next night after she got home from work. I was working the early shift. ~~~~~~~~~~~ When I knocked on her door, I was holding a single rose. With a ribbon around it's stem, I'd attached a little plastic stick. "What's that?" she asked, accepting the token. "One-thousand, four-hundred and thirteen songs," I replied. "Really. On this little thing?" "You'd be surprised at how big little things can get." "Oh, show me!" And she led me to her computer. First, I showed her how to put a CD in, bring up iTunes and import the songs. Then we hooked up her iTouch and I showed her how to sync it. "Wow," she said, "so that CD is now on the Touch." "Yep. Now watch this." I put the flash drive on, copied the songs unto the hard drive, imported them into the juke box software. It took some time, then when we connected the iPod, it was slowly transferring the songs. "That's it," I said, "for that, you owe me a drink." "Wine okay?" "Just fine." I followed her into the kitchen, she got out glasses and popped the cork. We clinked glasses, then she poked me in the chest. "Thanks." I poked her back, right in the middle, in the small gulley between her breasts. "You're welcome." She poked me again, this time three inches to the left of center. "Watch where you're putting that thing." I followed suit, my finger prodding the softness to the inside of her breast. "I will." Again she jabbed, this time right on top of my nipple. I cupped the breast -- even encased in a bra, it didn't completely fill my palm. She looked into my eyes, hers were sparkling. "You ready for this?" I answered, "Absolutely." I picked her up by her waist, sat her on the counter top. My mouth was dry, my pulse hammering. I leaned in, brought my lips to hers. It wasn't any surprise, we both knew why I was there, but still, that first kiss, when you're sure it will go so much further, is filled with suspense. She kissed me back, easily, yieldingly. A hand brushed the side of my hair, mine went to her back, then, further down, to her waist, to her rear end. The kiss became zealous, she bit my lip and I wondered if she'd drawn blood. My hand went once again to her breast, she sat on the counter and put her legs around my back, drew me to her. We humped through the clothes, our groins locked. She pulled off her blouse, reached behind her to unclasp the bra. I looked at the tits, they weren't the tiniest I've ever seen -- maybe. But because of their miniature size, the years had done little damage to them. They sagged just a little, the spots in the middle were also small, and although the center was crinkled, they did'nt rise far from the smooth white skin surrounding them. I bent over to suck on them, she was pulling my shirt over my head, then we quickly began pulling our jeans off each other. It was awkward, of course, it always is, because I was standing she managed to get my pants around my knees and I kicked them off. My sailor was standing at attention and she grasped it in her hand, giving it just a little wank, then assisted me in assigning her britches to the floor. She had one long scar on her abdomen, leftover from a surgery long ago, and she had a landing strip, about three inches wide, of red pubic hair liberally mixed with ashen strands. I put a finger inside, found the tunnel to be soggy with readiness. She leaned back, awkwardly, against the cabinets, let me play with her. I leaned down, now here was a surprise! The clit was the exact antonym of her breasts. An inch long at least, extending unprotected by her outer lips, and the pinkness was nearly as thick as her little finger -- it was huge! I put the shaft within my lips, sucked and nibbled, and found that, apparently, it was as sensitive as it was immense. I sucked and licked, and licked and sucked, and sucked and licked, and each time I touched the amazing stud, she whooped with glee. I stuck two fingers into the slipperiness, and there, just where I expected it to be, was the g-spot. I have a hard time believing that some people think the g-spot is a myth, and an even harder time knowing that many men can't figure out where it is. Letting my digits roam through the cavern, I brought Kate to an amazing orgasm. Her eyes rolled up, her skin flushed even more than it already was, her toes clenched until I was worried she might tear a tendon. But I didn't stop. Two, three minutes later she opened her eyes, let out a huge breath. I knew it was time for round 2. I stood, positioned my pole -- it's no more than average size, but if you know what to do, size doesn't matter -- at the lips, but didn't immediately enter. Instead, using my hand to guide it, I used the head to stroke the labia, up into the hair, around the clit, and down into the crevice between her cheeks. She didn't bat an eye, presented her back hole for a little massage, but I didn't press it in; I was simply exploring the territory, I learned that in some subsequent journey the land wouldn't be off limits. I returned to the main attraction, dipped just the head in, letting her feel the intrusion, flexed my muscles down there a couple of times. I withdrew, wiped her fluid in my palm, presented it to her mouth where she wolfishly licked her own moisture. Then I put it in again, buried half of it. Again I tightened the muscles, now I was deep enough to sense her response. I withdrew the second time, then went back one more time, slowly pushing inside her, smoothly, in no seeming hurry at all. I withdrew, almost until I was outside her, then suddenly, without warning, slammed it in until I was buried as fully as I was going to go, my head against her cervix. I was watching her face as I performed the maneuver, her eyelids flew open wide, I swear I could see sparks of red fill her pupils. I continued to pull out, almost to the point of disengagement, then ramming back in as hard as possible. Six, seven, eight times I repeated the motion, Kate was moaning in elation, suddenly I found myself welling up in orgasm. I stopped my movements, willed myself not to come. I shuddered, spilled perhaps ten or twelve drops into her tunnel, Kate kept with me, and quickly the crisis was over. I don't do that often, usually I'm in a situation where I can control myself better. But when I do stop -- have a mini orgasm, I guess you could call it -- for the next hour, I'm superman. I can screw as much as I want, remain as hard as a tree trunk, particularly with the help of the big blue pill, and never worry about shrinking. So I kept on going. In the position we were in, she sitting on the counter top, me between her legs, I had access to her entire body, with the exception of her ass. So I started a long, protracted screw, combining the motions of my dick within her, with various external excitations. I would stroke skin, run a hand through her hair, cup a breast, tweak a nipple, suck on a finger or knead a toe, and, of course, flick the clitoris. She was in almost constant orgasm for a good eight minutes. Finally, as the counter was three inches two high for me and I was standing on tip toe for much of the incursion, my legs finally gave out, and I withdrew. "Are you done yet?" I asked. "No, you haven't worn me out quite yet." I pulled her off the counter, escorted her to the couch. I knelt on the floor facing the furniture, positioned her so that she was facing the pillows and away from me, pulled her onto me. This was a posture we could both control. If I sat on my haunches she could move to give herself pleasure, or I could rise up onto my knees to obtain maximum penetration. We stayed in this position for a long time, I rubbed her back, reached around to play with her tits, she was fond of reaching between her legs and playing with my testicles. Once in awhile, I'd put a finger in the nether crevice, feel the round ring. She encouraged this, wiggled her ass against the intruder, I thrust first a finger to the second knuckle, then the entire thumb inside. When she approached orgasm, she'd move her fingers to her clit and assist the oncoming blast. After quite a long time of this, I noticed the period between her orgasms was growing longer, the explosions contained less dynamite. It was time for me to pleasure myself, and I pulled her down onto the carpet on her back, knelt between her legs, buried myself within her. I thought of nothing but my own gratification, moving to provide friction on the most sensitive areas of my shaft, and there it was, welling up, overcoming every conscious thought I had. I pelted my sperm into her, long streams of fluid. Kate helped me use her, pulling my ass towards her, clasping her thighs around my waist, opening every inch of herself to me. She may have come for a last time with me, I couldn't really say, I was too immersed in the sensations running through my body, centering, of course, on my balls and the tip of my dick. At last I was completely empty, I rolled off her onto my back, gasping for air, sensing the aftershocks of the huge jetting. She spoke first. "Oh, you're good. You're so good. How did you get so good?" "The same way I got to Carnegie Hall." Either she didn't know the punch line, or perhaps she was simply allowing me to have my fun. "Practice, practice, practice." "Well, then, I think we'll have to practice some more, don't you?" . . . To Be Continued Kate Pt. 01 Here's a story that I wrote while I was out on the road this last time. I hope you all enjoy it; and as usual, it is pure and total fiction. God bless you, each and every one... and please don't forget to vote. MoogPlayer ~~~~~~ "Long is the way and hard, that out of hell leads up to the light..." taken from "Paradise Lost" by Milton ~~~~~~ "Dammit," the young woman hatefully spat, "Why don't you watch where the hell you're going?" "Oh, my gosh, I'm terribly sorry," I apologetically replied, trying to help her recover the armful of papers that she'd been carrying before I accidentally ran into her, "It was an accident, I swear." "Why don't you try getting a fucking haircut, asshole?" she venomously hissed, pushing me away from her, refusing my help in recovering her paperwork, "Maybe then you can see what's in front of you." "Look, I said I was sorry," I suddenly, yet defensively growled, "Why don't you try being a little nicer, you might even get a date? God knows you sure as hell need one." "Kiss my ass," she quietly hissed, "You long haired son of a bitch." "Then why don't you mark off a chunk?" I sharply replied, "Because from what I can see, you're all ass." As opposed to saying anything further, she very hatefully glared at me, and after gathering all of her papers from the floor, she stood up, and then turned and stomped away. I watched as she walked away from me. Granted, she was very beautiful and very nicely built, no doubt about it; but her actions made her as ugly as they come, at least in my eyes anyway... "Jeez," I said, to no one, "What a bitch." After gathering my own paper work, as well as retrieving my briefcase, I stood up and made my way toward the elevator so as not to be late for my appointment. ~~~~~~ Chapter One Hi, my name is Mark Powers; I'm originally from Key West, Florida, but I attended college on an athletic scholarship at the University of Houston, in Houston, Texas; but I now live and work in Nashville, Tennessee. I'm six feet, four inches tall, and I weigh a solid two hundred and fifty pounds, with long shoulder length, dark brown hair, and pale blue eyes. I'm fifty-two years old, but what your about to read took place when I was twenty-five. I'd gone to college and gotten my Master's Degree in Architectural Engineering & Design, and because of my aptitude for it, I ended up graduating at the top of my class. Before I begin the story though, I think a little of my personal background might be in order first. I came, not so much from a broken home, but I grew up without a father, as he was killed when his fighter-jet exploded after taking a surface-to-air missile in the skies over Hanoi during the Vietnam War. I was only six years old, and because I was an only child, I had no siblings either. I remember telling Mom when I was a teenager that she needed to get out and meet someone new, and maybe even re-marry. However, Mom would always smile and tell me that I was the only man in her life, and I guess when it came right down to it, I don't think she ever really got over the death of my Dad, because she lived long enough to see me graduate from high school, but she passed away in her sleep one night during the summer after I turned eighteen. I was lost for a little while after that, but because I inherited my father's strength of will, I finally got myself together and went to college. Still though, I had not only my Uncle John, Mom's younger brother, and his wife, Aunt Lisa, but I two girl cousins, Karen, and especially Tabitha, (whom I'll talk about later) their daughters, as well as my maternal grandmother (Grandpa was killed during the Korean War); all of whom were always there for me, which made my turbulent teen aged years a lot easier to deal with. They were very wonderful people whom I felt blessed to have in my life back in those days, and it's because of not only their teachings, but also because of their influence that I became the man I did, a responsible adult who believes in doing the right thing at all costs, regardless of the consequences to myself. I also believe that principles don't mean a thing unless you're willing to stick by them even when they're inconvenient for you. Now, back to the story... ~~~~~~ Once I graduated college, I was recruited by a headhunter for an Engineering firm in Nashville, Tennessee. The name of the firm was Linder & Dodge, and they started me off at $68, 200.00 per year. I thought that wasn't too bad for someone just coming out of college; plus, they paid for my moving expenses and found me a very nice house to lease in a very nice neighborhood as well. The only thing I had to do was drive my car from Houston, Texas to Nashville, Tennessee. It took me roughly fourteen hours, because I chose to be safe and take my time; driving it over a period of two days as opposed to trying to do it all in one. ~~~~~~ After I got settled into what I thought would be my home for the next few years, I was given about two weeks before I had to report to work. That gave me enough time to basically learn my way around town; well, from my house to work, and of course to places like the area stores...as well as all of the places I would have to go in order to pay my utility bills, that sort of thing. And once I was finished moving in and getting settled into my new home, one of my bosses, a man named Michael "Mike" Dodge, came over to see me the Friday before I was to report to work on the following Monday. "Hello, Mark," he jovially replied, shaking my hand when I answered the front door, "I'm Mike Dodge and I thought I might come by so that you and I could talk before you came to work on Monday. Is this a good time for you?" "Yes sir," I smiled, happily shaking his hand, "Please, come on in and make yourself at home. May I offer you something to drink? I've got soft drinks, tea and coffee. I don't really drink a lot, but if you'd like, I can go to the store and get you a beer or something." "No, not at all," he widely grinned, "I think a cup of coffee would hit the spot right about now, if that's alright." "Yes sir," I smiled, "One large cup of coffee, coming right up." ~~~~~~ I'd just brewed a fresh pot of coffee only moments before he arrived, and while I was pouring him a cup, I took a moment to get a good look at him. Michael Dodge was a man in his early to mid fifties, with a full head of dark hair which was the same color as mine, only his had a touch of gray at the temples, but he had dark eyes. He stood roughly the same height as me and probably weighed maybe ten pounds more than I did, but my gut instinct told me that while he was a different sort of man, I would at least enjoy working for him. "I wanted to be the first to welcome you to Nashville, Mark," he smiled, "And I think you're going to fit in well with the rest of the team at Linder and Dodge." "I'm glad you think so, Mister Dodge," I respectfully replied, "And I wanted to thank you for giving me this opportunity, sir." "Please, call me Mike," he grinned, "Mister Dodge is my father, and I want you to call my partner, David Linder, by his first name as well." "Thank you, Mike," I smiled, "It's just that I was always taught to address the people above me by, Mister, Miss, or Missus." "And that's good, too," he happily replied, "Because we definitely address our clients that way." "Speaking of which," I began, "What is it that you want me to do for the firm?" "It's funny you should ask," he chuckled, "I spoke with your teachers where you went to college in Houston, and they all told me that you have a surprising affinity for design, and that your ideas are some of the freshest, innovative, and most modern that any of them had ever seen." "Really," I asked, "So, I guess you're going to put me in the design department then?" "I knew you were a smart guy," he laughed, "My partner and I both agree with your teachers, especially after having seen some of the projects that you handed in; and I think that you have the potential to take Linder and Dodge to new heights, Mark." "Thank you," I gratefully replied, "I appreciate this opportunity and I'll do my very best for you, sir." "I know you will, kid," he chuckled, and then changing the subject, he smiled and told me, "I'm having a get together at my house this evening, and I was hoping that you might want to come over and join us." "I'd be more than happy to," I smiled, "How should I dress, where do you live, and what time should I be there?" "Dress casually, blue jeans and a nice shirt will be perfect," he grinned, and after giving me directions to his house, which were very easy to follow, he stood up, extending his hand, and then right before he left, he smiled and told me, "I look forward to seeing you tonight. Try to be there around seven this evening, okay?" "Sure, no problem," I smiled, shaking his hand, "But I do have one question before you leave, Mike." "Of course," he grinned, "What is it?" "It's about the length of my hair," I apprehensively asked, "I'm not going to have to cut it before I come to work on Monday, am I?" "Are you kidding me?" he laughed, "Wait until you meet my partner, David Linder. I think you'll have the answer you're looking for. In the mean time, I'll see you tonight, Mark," and then he left, smiling as he closed the door on his way out. ~~~~~~ After I showered and shaved, I put on a pair of Levi's 501® blue jeans, with a nice long sleeved shirt, and my favorite pair of black, Justin® Roper boots. After I brushed my hair and stepped in front of a mirror to make sure everything was in place, I locked my house up and stepped into my garage. My grandmother bought me a brand new Chevrolet Corvette Stingray as a graduation present from college. It was painted a deep shade of metallic Midnight Blue, and had the classic Slot Mag Wheels, as well as a white leather interior with all the bells and whistles. The moment I got into my car, I pushed the button on the remote for the automatic garage door opener, and the moment it opened, I started my car's engine, and then backed out of my garage to give it a few moments to warm up. After I pushed the button on the remote again, making the garage door close, my car had had plenty of time to warm up so; I backed out of my driveway and headed out, stopping off at the nearest store, before going to Mike's house. ~~~~~~ I was always taught to never come to someone's house empty handed. Therefore I made sure to pick up a small floral arrangement for Mike's wife, whom I hadn't met as of yet, but was looking forward to doing. I followed the directions Mike had given me earlier that afternoon, and within half an hour, I was in Franklin, Tennessee, pulling up into the driveway of what was clearly an old Antebellum-style house that had been beautifully restored to its previous former glory. There were several cars parked in the large circular driveway, and for reasons of convenience, I parked behind the one which was furthest from the house. Then I got out of my car, taking the small floral arrangement with me, and made my way to the front door. ~~~~~~ After ringing the doorbell, I was greeted by a very pretty lady who was somewhere in her late thirties, or perhaps her early forties. She had long honey blonde hair, and a beautiful complexion, with bright, sparkling green eyes. She stood about five feet, seven inches tall, was very fit and her measurements were proportionate to her height, and she wore very nicely fitting blue jeans with a long sleeved, pink blouse. "Hello, there," she pleasantly smiled, with a lovely southern accent, "You must be Mark Powers." "Yes, ma'am," I politely replied, "I am." "Hello, Mark," she sweetly grinned, "I'm Linda Dodge, Michael's wife. Welcome to our home." "Thank you," I smiled, handing her the floral arrangement, "These are for you." "Oh, how pretty," she smiled, smelling the flowers in the arrangement, "I can tell that your Mamma raised you right, boy, come on in here. We've all been waiting for you," and then she gently took my arm and escorted me into the house. ~~~~~~ "You have a very beautiful home," I told her, as she led me toward the back of the house, "Whoever restored this place did an excellent job." "Thank you, sweetie," she softly replied, "We're very proud of it. Michael said that you had a good eye for design, maybe you can think of something it might need to improve it, huh?" "Hardly," I politely told her, "At least not from what I can see." "My, my," she lightly giggled, "But aren't you a pleasant young man?" "Thank you," I smiled, "But it's the company that brings out the best in me." "Goodness gracious," she continued, giggling, "You really are a charmer, Mark. How refreshing, especially for someone your age." "Someone my age," I gently teased, "You're only two or three years older than me at the very most." "Oh, my," she suddenly, but softly exclaimed, a bright smiled spread widely across her pretty face, "You must let introduce you to some of the young ladies around here." "Uh, maybe some day," I uncomfortably replied, "I should get my career on track before I even think about that part of my life, if you'll please excuse for saying so, that is." "Of course," she smiled, her hand still gently resting beneath my forearm, "Come on, handsome, everyone is out back." ~~~~~~ "Michael, honey," Linda announced, the moment we arrived in the back yard, "Look who I found at the front door." "Mark," Mike widely grinned, immediately standing up to come and greet me, "I'm glad you could make it. Please, come with me, I've got some people I want you to meet." "Yes, sir," I smiled, "Lead the way, boss." I followed him to where he previously was seated, and per his invitation, taking the seat that was next to where he sat earlier. I immediately saw a guy who was the same age as Mike, maybe only a couple of years older at the very most, and he had long dark, mixed with silver, hair, the same length as mine, and piercing gray eyes. "I'll bet my life savings that you're name is Mark Powers," he grinned, immediately extending his hand to greet me, "My name is David Linder, and please...feel free to call me David as opposed to Mister Linder." "It's very nice to meet you, David," I smiled shaking his hand, "And I wanted to also thank you for giving me the opportunity to come and work for you guys." "I told you," Mike chuckled, "Didn't I, Dave?" "You sure did, partner," David proudly replied, "He's everything you said," and then he looked back at me and told me, "We're very glad to have you here, Mark. I've heard some pretty good things about you, son." "Thank you, sir," I smiled, "I promise not to let you down." "We know you won't, Mark," Mike grinned, "We've got faith in you, kid." "I hope you brought an appetite with you, my friend," David knowingly replied, "We had some barbecue imported here from your neck of the woods, Houston, Texas." That's bullshit, David," some guy who appeared in front of me drunkenly slurred, "Everybody knows the only thing coming out of Texas is steers and queers." "Is that right?" I defensively asked, "And you know this from experience, do you?" Of course my comment made both David and Mike roar with laughter, until Mike told me, "Don't pay any attention to that horse's ass, Mark. He's my wife's cousin, Harold Parker, and the only reason that I haven't thrown him out on his ass is because my wife won't let either of us touch him. She says that he'll end up making an ass out of himself all by himself." "If that's the case, then why is he here to begin with?" I asked, and then suddenly remembering my place, I quickly replied, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." "Don't worry about it," David laughed, "The reason why he's here is because he's a major stockholder in the company, and we have to put up with him." "May I ask a question?" I inquired, "If it's alright, that is." "Of course," Mike knowingly chuckled, "What would you like to know?" "Does this guy own the controlling stock?" I asked, "Or is he simply a shareholder?" "He owns twenty percent of the stock," David replied, "The rest of it is equally divided between Mike and me. That way, there's no chance of a hostile takeover." "I know that I'm just a nobody, and I haven't even started working for you guys yet," I told them, "But if this guy makes another comment about me, or where I come from I'm..." "I want you to just let him spout, Mark," David gently interrupted me smiling, "Mike and I have great plans in store for you, m'boy," and then he leaned over so that only him, Mike and myself could hear, and softly added, "Wait until you've been here for at least a couple of months before you knock the son of a bitch on his ass...do it for Mike and me, okay kid?" "Yes sir," I knowingly grinned, "I'll do whatever you guys want me to." ~~~~~~ David, Mike and I had continued getting to know one another better, and I was thoroughly enjoying myself, in spite of the occasional jabs Harold would walk by us and throw in from time to time. However, because I knew that he was just another stupid ass as far as I was concerned, I paid him no mind whatsoever. What I did notice, however, was that, out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Linda talking to two other very pretty women. One of them seemed to be about the same age as her, give or take a year here or there, but the other one was clearly younger than the other two and couldn't be any older than twenty-three, or twenty-four at the very most.. And like I said, all three of them were very pretty, beautiful even; but I could see a look of something in their eyes which, until then, I was totally unfamiliar with. It wasn't until Linda walked over to where Mike, David, and I were sitting and talking that I noticed that she was up to something...something that I somehow knew concerned me. "Michael, honey," she knowingly smiled, as she gently took my hand and made me rise from my seat, "I want to borrow Mark here for a little while. You two have been keeping him all to yourselves since the moment he got here; besides, I have someone I want to introduce him to." "Be careful, Mark," David laughed, "I have the feeling that Linda is lining you up for something that you're not ready for yet." "He's right," Mike chuckled, "Be careful, kid, or she'll have you walking down the aisle with any one of the local debutants around here." "Don't listen to those two, Mark, dear," Linda giggled, in her delightful southern accent, "That's not what I've got in mind at all. I simply want to introduce you to someone that I think you'll absolutely adore." "Okay, then, lead the way," I cautiously, but politely told her, "I'll follow you, pretty lady." ~~~~~~ Once Linda took me back into the house, she asked me to take a seat on the couch in what appeared to be a great room of sorts; and also seated in two chairs that faced me were the two females I'd seen her talking with earlier. "Mark Powers," she softly smiled, taking a seat next to me on the couch, "Allow me to introduce Missus Madeline Linder, David's wife, and her niece, Miss Kara Wilkins. Kara just graduated from Lipscomb University with a degree in Liberal Arts." I guess now would be a good time to describe the other two ladies. Madeline Linder, you could clearly tell, came from old money, and was deep seated within the tradition of the area. She stood roughly the same height, and was of the same build as Linda, and beautiful in her own right. She had shoulder length deep auburn colored hair, with blue eyes; and while she was also very pretty, there was something about her that exuded a discriminatingly holier than thou attitude. Don't get me wrong, she was very nice to me, but I could tell that it was somehow forced, and not genuine. Kate Pt. 01 Kara Wilkins was a blonde haired, green eyed beauty with a great figure. She clearly displayed "spoiled little southern rich girl" mannerisms, regardless of how hard she tried to hide them. And while I made certain that I was extremely polite to her, I also made sure that I was not going to get involved with someone like her for any reason. "Congratulations, Kara" I politely replied, "I'm sure that your family is very proud of you." "I was a Kappa Delta like my mother before me," she pointedly, yet snottily informed me; "It's a tradition among the women in my family." "What about you, Mark," Madeline openly asked me, "Were you in a fraternity in college?" "No, ma'am," I honestly replied, "I had more important things to do with my life than get drunk every weekend and sexually exploit naïve little college girls." I heard a shocking gasp emanating from both Madeline and Kara, accompanied by a satisfied giggle coming from Linda. "I told you he was a nice young man;" Linda triumphantly smiled, "Didn't I?" "What's the matter, Mark, is it?" Kara condescendingly sneered, "Did you not have the courage to become a fraternity man?" "Don't you mean a spoiled little frat boy? Besides, a real man makes his own way," I straightforwardly replied, looking directly into her d eyes, "And has neither the need nor desire to have their infantile antics funded by Mommy and Daddy; nor does he live his life by anyone's leave either," and with that said, I rose from my seat, and looking at Linda, I smiled and told her, "I've had a wonderful time this evening, but I've got to go for now. Would you mind giving my most sincere apologies to your husband, as well as Mister Linder, and please let them know that I will see them both bright and early on Monday morning?" "I most certainly will," she knowingly grinned, and then taking my arm again, she told me, "Please allow me to see you out, sweetie." ~~~~~~ "It's a shame you're going to miss dinner," Linda said, once we were out of Madeline's and Kara's range of hearing, "Michael and David will be so disappointed. And when we finally arrived at the front door, I looked at Linda and truthfully told her, "I apologize for not staying for dinner, but your two lady friends have completely spoiled my appetite; and if I were to stay any longer, I would definitely say something that would more than likely get me fired before I even started working." "Don't you worry about those two self righteous bitches, Mark," she reassured me smiling, "I'll take care of everything, alright?" "Thanks, Linda," I told her, relief clearly written across my face, "You're a very nice lady; and it makes me a better man for having had the honor of meeting you this evening." "You're welcome, handsome," she sweetly grinned, "Get some rest, Mark; because I've got a feeling that you're going to hit the ground running on Monday." "Yes, ma'am," I smiled, gently shaking her hand, "I look forward to getting the opportunity to see you again sometime soon...I hope you have a wonderful evening," and then I was out of the front door and gone. ~~~~~~ Chapter Two The following Monday morning I showed up at the office ready to go to work. Both Mike and David had the receptionist lead me into the main conference room the moment I arrived. ~~~~~~ When I got to the conference room, I saw twenty odd people sitting at the long table there, all of them eating what looked like breakfast. I saw all kinds of food sitting in bowls on the table, each one having its own serving spoon sitting in it. "Good morning, Mark," Mike smiled, standing up to greet me, "Take the seat here beside me, and have some breakfast. We do this every morning to start the day." "I've already had breakfast this morning, thank you," I smiled, taking my seat, "But I sure wouldn't mind another cup of coffee, and maybe a glass of orange juice." "Not a problem," he smiled, "But be sure not to eat anything before you come to work from now on, because, like I just said, we do this every morning." "I'll remember that," I happily smiled, "Thank you all very much." As I looked around at all of the people who were seated at the table, most of them were men. However, there were two females, both of whom were nicely dressed, very well groomed, as well as being as attractive as could be. Still though, I was definitely the youngest person there, realizing that the closest person to my age was at least ten, perhaps maybe even twelve years older than me. However, I was looking forward to getting off to a good start, and before I knew it, David stood up with a smile on his face, and while getting everyone at the table's attention, announced, "Good morning everyone. I'd like to introduce the newest and youngest member of our team, Mister Mark Powers. He will head our new Design department, because Mike and I feel that his ideas are some of the freshest that we've seen yet." "Surely not," one of the two women said, as she stood glaring at me with poison in her eyes, "You promised me that I was going to head that new department, David. This kid barely looks old enough to be out of diapers." "I didn't promise you anything, Diane," David curtly replied, "I said that I was considering you, until I saw Mark's designs. He clearly has a better outlook than you do; and besides, we need his genius here." "Wait a minute," I defensively stated, "I don't want to step on anyone's toes here, David. It's clear that this nice lady has been here longer and has more seniority than I do." "Maybe so," Mike suddenly interjected, "But this company belongs to David and I, and we're the people who make the decisions around here so; if we tell you that you're going to head our new design department, then that's it, okay?" "Yes, sir," I replied, "You're the boss." "That's right," he smiled, and then after looking at the lady who'd spoken earlier, asked, "Are we clear on this, Diane?" "It looks like I don't have any choice," she defeatedly replied, trying to hide the tears that were beginning to fill her eyes, "I'll have my resignation on your desk this afternoon." "I really wish you wouldn't do that, Ms. Miles," Mike compassionately told her, "But if you feel that you have to resign because of this, then I guess I'm going to have to accept it," and then she turned and abruptly left the conference room, wiping her eyes on the way out. ~~~~~~ After breakfast that morning, Mike took me to my new office, which was a corner office, and then introduced me to my new secretary, a girl who couldn't have been any older than nineteen, or twenty, named Sarah Dawson. "It's nice to meet you, Mister Powers," she politely smiled, shaking my hand, "Is there anything I can get for you?" "You can begin by calling me just plain old Mark," I chuckled, "But what I would really like, is for you to show me where Ms. Diane Miles' office is." "That's easy," she grinned, "She's right next door to us on the right as you walk out." "Thanks, Sarah," I appreciatively smiled, heading out the door of my office, "I'll be back in a few minutes so; if anyone calls while I'm gone, take a message and tell them that I'll call them right back in a few minutes." ~~~~~~ "What do you want," Diane Miles, snorted, once I got past her secretary and walked, unannounced, into her office, "Did you come here to gloat? Because if so, you can shove...." "I came here to ask you to stay, Ms. Miles," I softly, but politely interrupted her, "...if you will." "Why should I?" she asked, tears beginning to form in her eyes again, "It was made very clear to me this morning that I was no longer needed." "That's where you're wrong," I gently replied, "I need you." "What a load of bullshit," she sadly replied, "You don't even know me." "I know I don't, and I'm willing to remedy that right now," I objectively told her, "But something tells me that you know this company, as well as this department, better than anyone here; and I would personally be grateful for any help you would be willing to give me." "Is that right," she skeptically asked, "How grateful?" "I'll give you my office if that's what it takes," I pleaded with her, "Just don't leave, okay?" Suddenly a warm smile came across her face, and with a tender tone of voice, she made eye contact with me and softly replied, "You'd really do that, wouldn't you?" "Jeez, didn't I just say so?" I asked her, "Please don't leave...I really need some help here." "I'll tell you what," she began to smile again, "Why don't we discuss it over lunch, and then we can talk about how you want me to help you, okay, Mark? Do you mind if I call you Mark?" "Not at all," I smiled, "Is it okay if I call you Diane?" "Of course," she giggled, "After all, we're colleagues, aren't we?" "No," I teased smiling, "We're partners, because I can't do this job without you." "Get out of here ya bum," she laughed, "I'll stop by right before lunch and pick you up." I guess now would be a good time to describe Diane Miles. She was a very nice looking woman who most definitely didn't look forty-three years old. Hell, I thought she couldn't have possibly been a day over thirty one or thirty two, at the very most. She stood five feet, eight inches tall and weighed somewhere in the neighborhood of a hundred and twenty-five pounds...at least to my estimation. She had blonde hair the same length as mine, and bright hazel-blue eyes. Her makeup looked like it had been applied by a professional, giving her skin a flawless glow; and her measurements were proportionate to her height. She was very soft spoken, and I could tell that she was a kind woman just by the way she acted around me when I went to her office to talk to her. I spent the rest of that morning simply getting settled into not only my new office, but also my new job. I knew that the bosses were giving me the time to get used to my surroundings that morning, and that afternoon; I would be given the tasks they wanted me to perform. ~~~~~~ "Hi, Mark," Diane said, peeking her head into my office, "Are you ready for lunch?" "I sure am," I smiled, I'm starving. Where are we going?" "It's a surprise," she cryptically grinned, "But it's one I think you'll like." "I'm ready," I smiled, "If you're waiting on me, then you're backing up." "I knew it," Diane chuckled, as we headed toward the elevators, "You're a genuine smart ass." ~~~~~~ Diane took me to a place not too far from the office called "South Street Pub", off of Twenty-First Avenue, which ran parallel to West End Avenue, the street on which our office building was located. To say that the food was simply good would be a huge understatement. It was the only place in the world where I'd ever had crawfish enchiladas, and man, they were good. "So tell me about yourself, Mark," Diane kindly smiled, "I want to know who I'm going to be working with," and after giving her a brief overview of my life, she smiled again and warmly replied, "I owe you an apology. I was very wrong about you, and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, especially after the comment I made about you to Mike Dodge this morning at breakfast." "Oh, that," I laughed, "I'm not offended in the least, and I was taught forgiveness a long time ago when I was little so; you were forgiven before you ever said anything." "I wish there were more men like you around here," Diane sadly smiled, "Then maybe the world, especially this town, would be a better place." "Whoa, wait a minute," I humbly replied, "You honor me way too much. I'm just a regular guy, Diane. I'm not the person you seem to think I am." "And why not?" she asked, as we ate, "I'm a pretty good judge of character, and my heart has never lied to me, Mark." "Maybe so," I told her, "But like I said, I'm just a regular guy who treats people like I want to be treated." "That's all well and good, but answer this one question for me if you would," she replied, "You didn't have to come to my office this morning. Tell me...why did you?" "Because I thought that you were being treated like shit," I said, "And I knew that you were the one person who would be able to help if I ever got in over my head." "You barely know me," she knowingly grinned, "So; how could you possibly have known that I would be the person to help you out?" "Like you, I'm also a pretty good judge of character," I smiled, "And also like you, my heart has never lied to me either." "I believe you, sweetie," she genuinely smiled, gently patting my hand, "And because of you; I'm not going to tender my resignation so; we'd better get back to work, okay?" "On one condition," I grinned, "You let me pay for lunch today." "Oh my goodness," she sweetly smiled, "What a gentleman you are; okay, you can buy lunch this time; but next time it's on me, alright?" "You got it, girlie," I teased, receiving a playful smack on the arm from Diane on the way out the door. ~~~~~~ I'd been back from lunch for roughly thirty minutes when Mike appeared at my door with a wide grin on his face. "Hey, Mike," I smiled, "Is there something I can do for you?" "You sure can, kid," he grinned, "Come with me." ~~~~~~ Mike led me back into the same conference room I was in that morning, where David and two other men whom I didn't recognize stood around the table talking over a set of multi dimensional prints which were intended for a new building that we had apparently been hired to build. "Gentlemen," David Linder proudly announced as I walked into the room, "Allow me to introduce you to our newest star on the horizon, Mister Mark Powers," and then he turned to me smiling and said, "Mark, let me introduce you to Gaylord Entertainment's Primary stock holders, Mister Robert Hanson, and Mister Jacob "Jake" Anderson." "It's a pleasure to meet you gentlemen," I sincerely replied, as I greeted the both of them, "How can we help you today?" "We're tearing down the world famous Opryland Theme Park," Mr. Anderson replied, "And in its place, we're building an outlet mall. The only thing we're lacking is a name for it, and David and Mike both agree that you're the man for the job." "I'll do my very best, gentlemen," I told them. Then I turned to Mike and told him, "I have a couple of requirements that are rather imperative for this particular project, but we can discuss them at a later date." "No, problem, Mark," Mike knowingly grinned, "Whatever you need, consider it done. How soon can you come up with a design?" "I'm going to need all the information I can get," I told them, "Plus, I'll need to go out to Opryland to take a look at the land that it sits on, and I'd like at least two weeks to do that." "Done," David chuckled, "What else do you need?" "From what I understand, Opryland is a pretty big place," I replied, "Is this proposed mall the only thing they want to build on the property?" "I told you guys he was smart," Mike laughed, "Didn't I?" "As a matter of fact, the mall is not the only thing we want to build," Mister Hanson said, "We also want to build the new Opryhouse out there because the The Grand Ole Opry has outgrown the Ryman Auditorium on fifth avenue downtown. Plus the people with Bass Pro Shops® want to open a store that adjoins the proposed mall." "So, who's going to build those places?" I asked. "We haven't decided that yet," Mister Anderson grinned, "Why do you want to know?" "Well, I'm quite sure that the people with Bass Pro Shop already have a standard design for their store," I told them, "But if you want a design that will clearly stay within the confines of not only country music, but the city of Nashville, Tennessee, then I'm definitely your man for this project." "There are other firms in town that have a lot more experience than you do, kid," Mister Hanson curtly replied, "Plus, their engineers aren't near as green as you are either." "Maybe not," I smiled, "But can they guarantee their results, as well as have it done on time?" "We don't know that," Mister Anderson grinned, "Can you?" "Yes," I said, looking him in the eye, "And I can give you the quality that they lack." "How can you possibly say that?" Hanson sarcastically laughed, "I understand that you're not only new to this area, but this is your first day on the job." At this point, Mike and David hadn't yet said a single word so; in order to make my point stand more firmly, I looked at Mister Anderson, and Mister Hanson, and in no uncertain terms, told them, "When Linder and Dodge's headhunter came looking for me, don't think for a minute, gentlemen, that I didn't do my research on the competition in this city. I found out that Linder and Dodge's reputation stands head and shoulders above the other firms in town, hence the reason I took their offer." "Oh, really," Hanson snottily quipped, "And what kind of offer did they make you, boy?" "If I thought it was any of your business, then I would tell you, sir," I firmly replied, "But how much I'm being paid is not what we're here to discuss, gentlemen," Then I looked at Mister Hanson and told him, "I'm a pretty good judge of character, and I can already tell that you don't like me, Mister Hanson. That's neither here nor there. What you're both looking for is someone who can do the job with as little cost to you as possible, correct?" "He's right, Bobby," Mister Anderson laughed, "You don't like him, do you?" "No, I don't," Hanson spat, "He's arrogant and cocky." "Yeah, he is," Anderson chuckled, "Just like you were when you were his age, and that's why I like this kid, and it's also why I think we've found the man who we've been looking all over hell's half acre for." Then Anderson looked at me, and smiling, told me, "Let me talk to your bosses for a little while, kid. We'll get back to you before we leave here today, okay?" "Yes, sir," I smiled shaking his hand, "It was nice meeting you...you, too, Mister Hanson," who refused to shake my hand. And after looking at Mike and David, who were both grinning from ear to ear, I smiled and told them, "I'll be in my office." "Okay, Mark," David grinned, "We'll see you in a little while then," and then I turned around and walked out, but not before Mike patted me on the shoulder and gave me a silent wink, reassuring me that everything was alright. ~~~~~~ "Holy shit," I said aloud when I walked back into my office, "I hope I didn't fuck everything up." "Are you okay, Mister Powers," Sarah asked, concern in her voice. "I'm alright, Sarah," I smiled, "And what did I tell you about calling me Mister Powers?" "But, you're my boss," she said, "And I was taught that..." "Look," I grinned, politely interrupting her, "I'm not that much older than you; and besides, I would really like it if you called me Mark instead, okay?" "Okay, Mark," she knowingly grinned, "If that's the way you want it to be, then that's what I'll call you so; tell me, Mark, how did you mess up?" I told her about my meeting with the guys from Gaylord Entertainment, as well as everything that was said. She simply smiled and told me, "I think that they're going to hire our firm because of the way you told them the truth." "Let's hope so," I said, "I'll know here in a few minutes whether or not I'll still have my job." "I know something that you don't," she smiled, "Mister Dodge and Mister Linder both told me that I was going to be working for a genius when they hired me, and I believe that those guys from Gaylord Entertainment will be missing out if they don't hire us to do the job...but that's just my opinion, Mark." "Thanks, Sarah," I gratefully replied, "I hope you're right." "I'm very sure of it," she confidently giggled, "As a matter of fact, I'm so sure, that I'm willing to bet you a hundred bucks that they hire you, oops, I mean us." Kate Pt. 01 "Is that right?" I chuckled, "You've got yourself a bet, young lady." "Young lady, my ass," she heartily laughed, "You're only two and a half years older than me, young man," and of course we both fell into a fit of laughter. However, our laughter stopped when Sarah's intercom buzzer sounded. "Mark Powers, Office," she answered, "How may I direct your call?" "Hi, Sarah," Mike's voice replied over the speaker phone, "Can you send Mark back into the conference room, please?" "I'm on my way, Mike," I answered for her," I'll be there in a few minutes." "Good enough, kid," Mike laughed, "We'll see you then." ~~~~~~ When I arrived back into the conference room, I saw Mister Hanson, Mister Anderson, as well as David and Mike, all standing around the table wearing happy grins on their faces. "Come on in, Mark," Mike chuckled, "We've reached an agreement with Gaylord Entertainment; and you're going to be the head of this project." "Oh, wow," I smiled, "I don't know what to say." "That's easy," Hanson smiled, shaking my hand, "Just say you'll do it." "Of course," I replied, "But I didn't think you liked me very much, Mister Hanson." "That was just a smoke screen, Mark," Mister Anderson grinned, "From now on I want you to call me, Jake, and call old Hanson, there, by his first name, too." "My name is Bobby," Hanson laughed, shaking my hand again, "And it's a pleasure to meet you, Mark. I'm really looking forward to working with you." "Me, too," I smiled, "And I promise to do my very best, sir." "I know you will, kid," Bobby smiled, "I know you will..." ~~~~~~ After Jake and Bobby had gone, Mike, David and me, all sat down to discuss the issue at hand. However, before we began the discussion, Mike looked at me smiling and told me, "I wanted to say thank you for convincing Diane Miles to stay on with the company, Mark. I really thought for a minute there, that we were going to lose her so; I owe you one, kid." "I'm glad to hear you say that," I told them, "Because I want to make her second in command on not only this project, but in my department, too. She's a very nice person and I think she has alot to add. Besides; I could really use her help, guys." "You're right, Mark," David said, "Diane is a great asset to this company, and she always has been." "I'm glad you think so," I happily replied, "Can we bring her in here now to tell her?" "Of course," Mark smiled, picking up the telephone, "I'll call her myself." ~~~~~~ "You're going to do what?" Diane excitedly grinned, once she'd been informed of her role in the upcoming project that was on the table, "Oh, my gosh; I don't know what to say, you guys." "That's easy," I chuckled, mocking Bobby Hanson, "Just say you'll do it." "You know I will," Diane sweetly grinned, her eyes filling with happy tears, "Thank you, guys, for this opportunity." "You don't need to thank us for anything, Diane," David kindly told her, "You've more than earned this." "I'm going to thank you anyway," she sniffled, getting up from her chair to individually hug each of us. ~~~~~~ Chapter Three I walked back to my office that afternoon with a smile on my face, and as I reached Sarah's desk, I pulled my wallet out to retrieve five twenty-dollar-bills, and then placed them on her desk, telling her, "You won the bet, girlie. I want you and your boyfriend to go out tonight and have a drink on me." "Oh, thank you, Mark," Sarah smiled, taking the money I gave her and placing it in her purse, "But I don't have a boyfriend." "I don't understand that" I said, "You're pretty as you can be, and I would think that you'd have guys standing in line to go out with you." Let me take a minute to describe one of the sweetest people that I've ever known. Sarah Dawson was twenty two when I first met her. She's a very pretty lady who, when we first met, reminded me of a young Kate Beckinsale, so much that I even expected her to talk with a British accent. However, she is one of the sweetest girls that I'm blessed to be able to call my friend, and I'm very thankful to know her. Now, on with the story... "Do you have a minute to talk?" she asked, her eyes beginning to cloud, "There's something that I need to tell you." "Of course," I gently replied, handing her my handkerchief and closing my office door, "What is it, sweetie? I want you to know that you can tell me anything, okay?" "Okay," she sniffled, "Here goes; when I was in my last year at college, I was invited to go to a party at one of the biggest frat houses on campus," and when she began to tell me, my heart sank, because I knew all too well what was coming next, "I was pretty shy back then and I didn't want to go at first until my room mate talked me into it. The party was held at the Alpha Delta Tau house, which was the fraternity that all of the football players belonged to." "Wait a minute, Sarah," I politely interrupted her, "I can tell that this is going to be painful for you to talk about and I don't know if..." "Please, Mark," she said, "I've never told this to anyone, and I really need to talk about it, okay?" "Okay, go right ahead, sweetie," I softly replied, "But I want you to know right now that I'll never tell a single soul what you tell me, alright?" "I know you won't, and that's way I'm telling you this," she sweetly smiled, and then continued, "When I got to the party, it was already in full swing. There were people drinking and having a good time, the music was loud and there were all these really good looking guys who were paying a lot of attention to me, you know, asking me to dance, that kind of thing. It made me feel good about myself so; I started trying to fit in with them," all of a sudden a dark look overcame her and I could tell that she was getting ready to reveal something very traumatic that happened to her; but per her request, I sat back and said nothing, simply letting her continue. "Someone handed me something to drink," she said, "And like a dumb ass, I drank it right down. It wasn't too long before I began to feel light headed and sleepy. When I told the guy that I was dancing with that I needed to lie down, he took me to his room. The moment my head the pillow, I was out cold. I still don't remember everything that happened until whatever drug I'd been given began to wear off. I was naked, and some guy that I didn't know was on top of me, raping me..." "...It really hurt, and when I told him to get off of me, he didn't so; I began to scream at the top of my lungs just so that somebody, anybody would hear me. Well, nobody came, because he placed his hand over my mouth so that I couldn't scream anymore. I knew that I was being raped, and there was nothing I could do about it. I let him finish, and the moment he got off of me, I grabbed him by the nuts with both hands and twisted as hard as I could." By this time, I saw painful tears raining down her face by the bucketfuls, and not knowing what else to do, I stood up and gently pulled her into my arms, letting her get it out of her system until she was able to talk again. "Shh, it's alright now, Sarah," I softly told her, "You're safe now, and nobody will ever hurt you again, I promise." "Thank you, Mark," came her muffled reply, "You're a nice guy; and I knew I could trust you enough to tell you about this without it going anywhere else." When she gently, but finally leaned back in my arms then slowly pulled away from me, she took the handkerchief I'd given her and wiped her face with it, and then reached for her purse behind her desk. "I'll be back in a minute," she told me, "I need to go to the restroom and wash my face." "Use the one in my office," I gently told her, "I don't want anyone asking you any questions, just in case you run into anyone going down the hall, okay sweetie?" "Thank you again, Mark," she sadly smiled, "You the best boss a girl could ever have." "You're welcome," I told her, "But I've got a couple of questions for you when you come back...and I want some straight answers, alright?" "Okay," she smiled, "I'll be back in a second." ~~~~~~ When Sarah came back from the restroom, she looked much better as she returned to her place behind her desk and asked, "What do you want to know, Mark?" "Did you report being raped to the police?" I asked, "And if so, what did they do about it?" "I went to campus security," she said, "They took my statement, and then sent me to the hospital where they did an examination with a rape kit, but nothing ever came of it." "Where did you go to college?" I asked her, "And what year did you graduate?" "I went to Vanderbuilt University," she told me, "And I graduated a year and a half ago." "Okay, thanks," I smiled, "I've don't have anything for you to do for the rest of the day so; if you want to leave early, you can." "No, I can't," she said, "I need the hours." "I've got that covered," I knowingly smiled, "Now get your pretty self out of here for the rest of the day before I throw you out." Then she smiled and told me, "I'm not trying to make any kind of sexual advance on you, Mark, but I owe you this," and with that said, she stood up and then walked around to where I stood at the front of her desk. Then throwing her arms around my neck, Sarah stood on her toes and gave me an ever so gentle, soft kiss, right on the lips. "Thank you, Mark," she whispered, wiping her lipstick off of my lips with the handkerchief I'd given her, "You're good man, and I want you to know that you'll always be my friend." "You're welcome, Sarah," I gently replied, returning her kiss with a firm hug, "I'm a very lucky guy to have a friend like you." "You bet your ass, you are," she giggled, grabbing her purse, then after playfully swatting my arm, she smiled and told, "I'll see ya tomorrow, boss." ~~~~~~ That afternoon after work I was called into Mike's office right before I left the building. His secretary, Eva, was an older lady somewhere in her late forties, early fifties. She stood about five feet, seven inches tall, had blonde hair with a few touches of gray. With blue eyes similar to mine, and measurements which fit her proportions, she stuck her head into my office, and with a smile on her face, said, "Excuse me, Mister Powers, but Mister Dodge would like to see you before you leave." "Thank you," I politely replied, "Tell him I'll be right there." ~~~~~~ "Hey, Mike," I grinned, as I stood in his doorway, "You wanted to see me?" "Mark," he grinned, standing up to greet me, "Please, come on in, and take a seat." "Hey, Boss," I knowingly grinned, shaking his hand as I sat down in the chair in front of his desk, "What can I do for you?" "I wanted to tell you what a great job you did earlier with those two guys from Gaylord Entertainment," he happily chuckled, "We've been after them for months now, and you more or less sealed the deal in an afternoon. You're good, kid; damn good." "Nah, not really," I smiled, "Those two men really needed us; and I just made them see it, that's all." "You can call it what you want it," he agreed smiling, "But I just wanted to tell you not only how grateful, but also how proud David and I are of the job you did; thanks, Mark." "You're very welcome," I broadly smiled, "I want you guys to not only be proud of me, but I also want you to be able to feel like you can both trust me, too." "That's something you'll never have to worry about again," Mike chuckled, "You've more than earned our trust, Mark, both of us." "Thanks, Mike," I sincerely replied, "I can't begin to tell you what it means to me to hear you say that." "I'm glad to hear that," he knowingly grinned, "I've got something I need you to do for me tomorrow around ten in the morning." "You've got it," I smiled, "You can consider it done, whatever it is." "Good," he smiled, "I need you to go to the Federal Building tomorrow to see a lady named, Carolyn Meyers. She's our attorney and she needs to get some paperwork filled out on you in order for you to get a license to work as an Engineer here in the state of Tennessee; and then when you're finished, I want you to take the rest of the day off, okay?" "Are you sure?" I cautiously asked, "I mean, it's only my second day here and I'm already taking time off." "Don't worry about it," he grinned again, "It won't count against you. Besides, with the up and coming project, you're going to need all the rest you can get, kid." "Okay, then," I chuckled, "I guess I'll see you on Wednesday. What about my secretary? She really needs the hours, Mike." "You mean Sarah?" he asked, as I nodded my head, "Okay, kid, "I'll make sure that she has plenty of work to last her all day tomorrow." "Thanks, Mike," I appreciatively replied, "She's a good kid who's been through a lot in her little life, and I'm just trying to look out for her." "I know you are, Mark," he quietly assured me, "You're a good guy, and don't think that we don't appreciate that either, we do." "Thanks again," I smiled, shaking his hand right before I stood up, "I guess I'll see you on Wednesday then." "Okay, kid," he chuckled, "We'll see you then." ~~~~~~ That night I went home and made myself something to eat, and then after I watched the television for a little while, I went to sleep, setting my alarm so as to be up in plenty of time to make my appointment with Ms. Carolyn Meyers. ~~~~~~ That next morning, I woke up and then showered, shaved, and got dressed. Because I wasn't going into the office, I put on a pair of blue jeans and boots, accompanied by a nice shirt. I also made sure that my hair was nicely fixed so that I would make a good impression on Ms. Meyers. When it was nearing time for me to be at my appointment, I raised my garage door, and then started my car, before locking up my house so that it would have plenty of time to warm up. Afterward, I went through my usual routine of backing my car our, and then closing the garage door behind me before leaving the house for the morning. ~~~~~~ When I got to the Federal Building, I parked in the multi-level parking lot, and then made my way into the building. ~~~~~~ I'd just gotten into the building and was looking at the registry on the wall so that I would be able to find Ms. Meyers' office, when after finding where I needed to go, I turned around and accidentally ran into a young woman that I'd not seen coming up behind me. "Dammit," the young woman hatefully spat, "Why don't you watch where the hell you're going?" "Oh, my gosh, I'm terribly sorry," I apologetically replied, trying to help her recover the armful of papers that she'd been carrying before I accidentally ran into her, "It was an accident, I swear." "Why don't you try getting a fucking haircut?" she venomously hissed, pushing me away from her, refusing my help in recovering her paperwork, "Maybe then you can see what's in front of you." "Look, I said I was sorry," I suddenly, yet defensively growled, "Why don't you try being a little nicer, you might even get a date? God knows you sure as hell need one." "Kiss my ass," she quietly hissed, "You long haired sonofabitch." "Then why don't you mark off a chunk?" I sharply replied, "Because from what I can see, you're all ass." As opposed to saying anything further, she very hatefully glared at me, and after gathering her papers from the floor, she stood up, and then turned and stomped away. I watched as she walked away from me. Granted, she was very beautiful and very nicely built, no doubt about it; but her actions made her as ugly as they come, at least in my eyes. "Jeez," I said, to no one, "What a bitch." After gathering my own paper work, as well as retrieving my briefcase, I stood up and made my way toward the elevator so as not to be late for my appointment. ~~~~~~ "Hello" I said, walking into Ms. Meyers' office to find her secretary's office empty, "Is anyone here?" "You must be, Mark Powers," smiled a lady who appeared in the open doorway behind the empty desk, "Please, come in. I'm Carolyn Meyers, and I've been expecting you." "Thank you," I smiled, "Michael Dodge sent me here to get my license in order." "Of course," she politely told me, "When my secretary returns, I'll have her take you down to the license bureau to get your picture taken for your card. In the mean time, come on into my office so that I can get your paperwork filled out first." "Thank you," I replied. However, before I could say anything further, the woman whom I'd accidentally run into downstairs walked through the door, and then looking aghast at Ms. Meyers, very hatefully asked, "What the hell is he doing here, Mom?" "On, no," I groaned, shaking my head as I looked down at the floor. All of a sudden, Carolyn began to laugh, and then after crossing her arms, further giggled and asked, "Does someone want to tell me what's going on here? This promises to be really good." Before anyone had the chance to speak, I wanted to make sure that Carolyn heard the truth so; as quickly as I could, I looked at her and said, "I accidentally ran in this young lady downstairs and knocked her papers out of her arms and onto the ground. When I went to apologize, she cussed me like a sailor even though it was an accident." "That's not what happened, Mom," she said, "He told me..." "That is what happened," I rudely interrupted her, "And I didn't talk ugly to you not even once, although I did tell you that you need a date so; don't even think about trying to lie," then I turned to Carolyn and apologetically told her, "I'm sorry Ms. Meyers, I hope we can do this later when this young lady isn't here, bye," and then I turned and left her office before anyone else could reply. The young lady that I'd run into apparently was Ms. Meyers' daughter, because as I made my way to the elevator, I could clearly hear Carolyn's voice verbally tearing this girl a new ass, even though her office door was closed. ~~~~~~ After I got back home, I called into work to tell Mike what had happened, and when he answered his phone to find me on the other end, he simply laughed and said, "Don't worry about it, kid. Carolyn's coming to your office tomorrow to take care of this for us, and that way you won't have to deal with her daughter." "Thanks, Mike," I told him, "I swear that none of this was my fault, honest." "I know it wasn't," he continued to laugh; "We'll see you tomorrow, at nine o'clock." "Okay," I smiled, "Thanks again, boss." "Don't sweat it, kid," he chuckled, "Have a good afternoon," and then he hung the phone up. ~~~~~~ I decided to spend the day doing what little bit of laundry I had left, and then afterwards I was going to put a nice roast in the oven to have for dinner that evening. ~~~~~~ I'd just finished folding the last of my laundry and put it in my dresser. Then I prepared the roast and had just placed it in the oven, when I heard my doorbell ring. "I wonder who that could be," I said, to no one, as I headed for the front door. Imagine my surprise when I opened my front door to find the daughter of Carolyn Meyers, standing on my front porch. "Before you say anything, will you please listen to what I have to say, Mister Powers?" she politely inquired. The moment I got a good look at her I knew in my heart that there was no way on earth that I could ever stay mad at her. She stood at a height of around five feet, eight inches tall, and I'd have to say that she weighed somewhere in the neighborhood of maybe a hundred and twenty, to a hundred and twenty five pounds at the very most. She had long hair, the same color and length as mine, but what got my attention the most were her dark brown, almost black, doe eyes. She had a light olive complexion and an almost elfin face, but when she smiled at me, I felt my knees weaken slightly. Kate Pt. 01 "I'll tell you what," I warmly smiled, opening my door wider, "Why don't you call me Mark, Miss Meyers?" "Alright, Mark," she smiled, ostensibly relieved, "But only if you call me Kate." "Hello, Kate," I grinned, "Please, come in and make yourself at home." "Thank you," she softly spoke, walking into my house, "I came here to apologize to you for being such a bitch to you earlier today." I walked her into my den where I asked her to take a seat on the couch, and then I smiled and told her, "There's nothing to forgive. Would you care for something to drink?" "Water will be fine," she shyly replied, "Thank you." After making her a glass of ice water, I poured my self a cup of coffee and joined her in the den, taking a seat on the other end of my couch. "I'm really sorry for running into you," I told her, "It was an honest to God accident, I swear." "I know it was," she softly replied, "I was having a bad morning this morning; and I asked Mom for the afternoon off so that I could come apologize to you. I hope its okay with you that I came to your house." "Of course it is," I smiled, "But how did you know where to find me?" "I called Mike Dodge after you left Mom's office and asked him," she timidly said, "So, after I went home and changed clothes, I came to see you." It wasn't until she'd mentioned that she'd changed cloths that I looked at what she was wearing, and to say that I was pleased with what I saw would be an enormous understatement. Kate Meyers wore a pair of tight blue jeans, with tennis shoes on her feet, but what got my attention was the shirt that she had on that accentuated her rather plump breasts. However, so as not to look like I was checking her out, I simply smiled and told her, "You look nice, and I'm glad that you came over." "Thank you, Mark," she smiled, beginning to blush, "But even though you were furious with me earlier, I still thought you were very handsome, as well as very kind, even though I'd treated you the way I had. I'm so sorry, Mark." "You don't have to keep apologizing to me," I gently told her, "Everyone has a bad day every now and then. Besides, we're only human, right?" "Thank you," she quietly smiled, "My ex-boyfriend called to harass me this morning, and I'm having a hard time getting him to leave me alone." "Why don't you get a restraining order against him?" I asked her, "The next time he calls you he'll go to jail." "You don't understand," Kate sadly replied, "This guy is a psychopathic idiot and won't take "No" for an answer." "I've got an idea," I suddenly grinned, "I've got to go out to Opryland and get some measurements today. Would you like to go with me?" "I don't know," she frowned, "I'm kind of worried about how it might look, the two us together at Opryland." "How what might look?" I replied, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you a member of your mother's law firm, the same law firm that represents the company I work for?" "Yeah," she quickly smiled, with a look of understanding shining in her beautiful brown eyes, "You're right." "Alright then," I chuckled, "Besides, I just moved to Nashville not too long ago, and I could sure use some help learning how to get around in this town." "I'd be happy to show you around," she now grinned, "But just as long as we don't use my car." "Not a problem," I told her, "I'll back mine out of the garage, and you can pull yours in while we're gone. How does that sound, Miss Kate?" "Perfect," she smiled, her face lighting up beautifully because of her smile, "But you can call me just plain old Kate, okay?" "Okay," I began to tease, "But you look neither plain nor old to me." "You're silly," she giggled, "But it's a refreshing change, especially after being around that asshole I was talking about a couple of minutes ago." "Thanks for the compliment," I quizzically grinned, "I guess it was a compliment." "Of course it was, silly," she smiled, playfully punching my arm. Then she looked into my eyes and told me, "Mike and David both told me that you were a very nice person, Mark, and so far, I haven't seen anything about you that tells me otherwise...and I really appreciate it...thank you," and then she did something that totally surprised me. She leaned over and gently kissed me on the cheek. "Because you just said that you talked to Mark and David about me, that shows me that you, yourself, took the initiative to come over here and apologize to me," I softly replied, gently taking her hand and shaking it, "And I really appreciate that more than you know, Kate." "Yes, I did," she said, looking at the floor, "I was a real bitch to you for something that was a total accident, Mark, and again; I'm really sorry." "I want you to forget about that," I smiled, "I already have." "You're not just a nice guy," she smiled, her cheeks blushing, "You're a real sweetie, Mark." "Come with me, pretty lady," I smiled, taking her hand and leading her to the garage from off of the kitchen,, "As soon as I open the garage door, I want you to go out into the driveway and pull your car in. Then we'll get in mine and leave, okay?" ~~~~~~ "Oh, wow," she smiled, the moment she saw my car, "I love Corvettes; I always have, and yours is so pretty." "Thank you, I'm glad you like it," I proudly smiled. "It was a gift from my family when I graduated college," and then I opened the garage door, watching Kate as she went to get into her car. "Holt shit," I silently said, once I got a look at her from behind, "Damn, she's got a gorgeous ass, especially in those tight jeans." For a moment I thought that she might've heard my thoughts, because only a couple of seconds had passed after that before she turned around and smiled while looking into my eyes at the same time, and then she turned and opened her car door, still smiling as she started her car, a new silver colored BMW, 325i, and then pulled it up into the garage next to mine. ~~~~~~ Chapter Four We pulled off of Briley Parkway into the executive parking area of Opryland, at the time, a world famous Amusement Park in Nashville. I'd called Mike Dodge right before we left my house, and got him to arrange two, all access passes, which would be waiting for us the moment we reached the gates. "I'm Mark Powers and this is Kate Meyers," I said to the attendant at the ticket window that I'd been told to go to, "And I believe you have two full access passes waiting for us to pick them up." After producing our driver's licenses for the purposes of identification, the girl behind the window politely gave us our passes and then allowed us to walk through the gates undisturbed. ~~~~~~ Granted, I looked at the property blueprints in the main offices within the park, which only took me about forty-five minutes to do, also taking notes while I did so; but once that was complete, Kate and I decided to indulge ourselves and enjoy the rides and attractions within the park itself. It was a special treat that day, because none other than Dolly Parton herself was there performing at The Music Mill Theater, and because of the passes we had, we were allowed backstage to meet her. Her schedule was rather hectic and full, but she graciously took a few minutes to take pictures with us, and sign two Promo pics (head shots), and then personalized them by autographing them with not only her name, but our names on them as well. She was a very nice lady who I'm glad I got to meet, which made the day with Kate even more special. ~~~~~~ We spent the afternoon riding the rides and playing a few games, where I won a big green stuffed Dragon, which I gave to Kate, who, by this time hadn't stopped smiling since we got there. And when the time came for us to leave, Kate took hold of my arm as we walked back to my car; after having enjoyed spending the day together, as well as getting the opportunity to learn more about one another, too. ~~~~~~ Kate and I had eaten a couple of light snacks at the park, but when we got back to my house, the smell of the roast that I'd placed in oven earlier, permeated the whole inside of the house, making the both of us hungry. "Oh, yummy," Kate giggled, "I don't know what you've got in the oven, but it smells absolutely delicious." "It's a roast, a London Broil," I proudly smiled, "Does that mean you're going to stay and have dinner with me, pretty girl?" "How could I not, Mark?" she softly asked smiling, "You've been so wonderful to me today. I haven't had this much fun n a very long time so; yes, I'd love to have dinner with you." "Great," I grinned, "You can open the wine," as I handed her a bottle of Rothschild, Chateau Lafitte, vintage 1965. "Damn," she knowingly grinned, "This is a very rare, as well as very expensive bottle of wine, Mark. Are you sure that you want to share this with me?" "You know your wine, I'm impressed, to say the least," I smiled, "And yes, I'm positive that I want to share this with you. Why wouldn't I?" "I don't know," she quietly replied, "I would think that maybe you would want to share it with someone you love or something like that...but I guess I'm just being silly, huh?" "Not at all," I warmly replied, gently caressing her pretty cheek with the back of my hand, "Besides, who says that I'm not sharing it with someone I care about?" "Really," she wistfully smiled, gently taking my hand into hers, "I like you, too, Mark...I mean...I've only known you for a day, but I really like what I've seen so far." "I'm glad to hear that," I told her, "And I'm not trying to be forward, or too assuming in what I'm about to say, but I hope that maybe we can see each other again after tonight." "I don't know," she teasingly giggled, "I'd better wait until after I've eaten your cooking before I answer that question." "Has anyone ever told you what a brat you are?" I teased back, making her giggle that much harder, "Because you sure as hell are one, that's for damn certain." "As a matter of fact, they have," she replied, "My Dad used to call me that before he died." "Aw, Kate," I sadly replied, "I'm sorry to hear that." "Thank you, Mark, that's very sweet of you," she tenderly smiled, "My father was killed in Vietnam when I was a little girl." Suddenly I turned and looked into her beautiful dark eyes and gently told her, "My father was killed over there, too, when I was young. It looks like we've got something in common, pretty lady." Nothing was said between us; however, Kate slowly leaned into me and gave me a soft, tender kiss right on the lips. We didn't open our mouths, mind you; but I felt something which began to stir somewhere deep within me, none-the-less. And when she slowly pulled back, she looked deeply into my eyes again and told me, "I've wanted to do that all day, Mark. Please don't think badly of me for kissing you just now, I couldn't bear the thought of it if you did." "Never," I softly answered her, gently but quickly kissing her back, "I could never think badly of you, Kate; never." "I'm glad," she smiled; slowly taking her arms from around my neck, and then began to open the bottle of wine with the corkscrew I'd given her earlier. ~~~~~~ I made mashed potatoes, using a hand mixer to whip them up, and then made roast gravy to go with them. I also cooked some green beans, with a little fatback in them, as well as black eyed peas. I had all the ingredients, and because Kate wanted to pitch in and help out, she made a nice salad for us, hand slicing the mushrooms, black olives, cucumbers, and tomatoes, as well. Once everything was ready and on the table, the wine had had plenty of time to breathe so; I poured us each as glass, and then we sat down to eat. We talked about the day and how much fun we'd had together, promising ourselves that we would definitely have to do something like that again very soon. As Kate sat next to me while we ate, I noticed little things about her, like how pretty I thought she was, as well as how strong I knew she could be, too. Now that she and I had something in common, even though it was a something very traumatic, we still felt a bond grow between us that night. However, if the truth were known, that was also the night that she stole my heart; forever holding me captive within her own heart. Still though, I couldn't let her know that. I mean, come on, I'd only known her for one day. However, one of the good things that came out of my first experience with Kate Meyers was the fact that I now believed in love at first sight. But I just couldn't let her know how I was now feeling, at least not yet, anyway. ~~~~~~ That night after dinner was finished, and after I'd backed her car out of the garage for her, we were standing huddled together on my front porch. "I had an amazing day with you today," Kate softly, almost tenderly smiled, "And dinner was wonderful, too, Mark." "I've really enjoyed spending time with you, too, Kate," I gently replied, gently placing my arm around her waist, "I can't wait to do it again." "Me either," she sweetly told me, "But we'll get to see each other again in the morning when you come back to get your license." "Oh yeah, that's right," I grinned, "I was so caught up in meeting you that I almost forgot." "You're a very sweet man," she smiled, then quickly kissed my lips, "And we'll do this again very soon, I promise," and then she slowly stepped away from me, holding my hand as she walked away, letting go only at the very last second before she had to walk down the front steps to get into her car. And after blowing me a kiss, she backed out of my driveway, and disappeared into the night. ~~~~~~ After I locked my house up and climbed into bed, I said a silent prayer, thanking God for having given me the chance to meet this beautiful creature. I also asked him that if it were his will that Kate and I met, then would he please find a way for us to see one another as often as possible, truly blessing our union. ~~~~~~ True to her word, Kate was waiting for me at her mother's office the next morning when I arrived. After taking me to get my picture taken, as well as getting my license card printed and my picture laminated onto it, she and I went and had a cup of coffee in the cafeteria of the Federal Building. "Mom asked me a thousand questions when I got home last night," she smiled, "I think she was pleased that I was out with you." "I'm glad to hear that," I grinned, "I think your mother is a nice lady." "That's good," Kate giggled, "Because she thinks you're hot." "No way," I chuckled, my face turning beet red in embarrassment, "Not your Mom." "I swear," Kate smiled, "Those were exact words. Well, she used a couple of other words, too, when she talked about you last night." "You're teasing me," I laughed, "Your Mom is way too nice a lady for something like that." "Scouts honor, Mark," Kate was now giggling, "She also said, and I quote 'that you were a good lookin little shit with a real nice ass'." "Oh, my God," I gasped, Kate giggling like a school girl, "I'm going to be real embarrassed every time I see her from now on." "You'd better not," Kate smiled, "I promised her that I wouldn't breathe a word of what she said about you, to you, or anyone else for that matter; come on now, Mark." Okay," I grinned, "But it's going to be real hard for me not to be self conscious whenever I'm around her." "Please, for me?" she smiled, looking at me and playfully pouting, which, to this day still makes me give her whatever she wants; but I'm getting ahead of myself... "I'll think about it," I teased her, "But you're going to have to persuade me by having dinner with me this coming Friday night." "I've got a better idea," she softly replied, "Can you get this Friday off?" "I'm not real sure," I told her, looking at my watch, "I'll have to see. In the mean time, I need to get to the office. I promised Mike and David I'd be there as soon as I got my license." "Come on, handsome," she cooed, taking my arm as we stood up from the table in the cafeteria, "I'll walk you to your car, okay?" "That sounds good to me," I grinned, "Lead the way; M'lady." ~~~~~~ Kate and I walked to my car, and upon our arrival, she handed me her business card with a number hand-written on the back. "I've got a busy day today," she said, "Will you call me this afternoon around two? Maybe we can get together for a little while after work, okay?" "Okay, beautiful," I gently replied, lightly kissing her lips, "I'll talk to you later today then. Bye, bye." Mmm," she purred, kissing my lips one last time before I got into my car, "I can't wait to talk to you this afternoon, bye." I said nothing, but she smiled as I got into my car and waved to her as I backed out of my parking space, preparing to leave. However, I made completely certain that she was safely into the building before driving completely away. Little did either of us realize that a pair of, not only unwanted, but also dangerous eyes were watching every step we took before we even took them?" ~~~~~~ "Good morning, Sarah," I grinned, gently patting her on the hand as I walked by her desk, "How are you this doing morning, pretty girl?" "I'm doing great," she knowingly grinned, "You sure are in a good mood today. What happened last night? Did you and Kate Meyers go out or something?" "Yes we did," I cautiously replied, "But how could you have possibly known that, Sarah?" "Carolyn Meyers called here yesterday afternoon looking for her daughter," Sarah non-chalantly replied, "Mike told her that the two of you were at Opryland together, probably having a blast. You did take Kate Meyers to Opryland, didn't you?" "Dammit," I suddenly said, banging my fist down on my desk, "Does Mike have to tell everything he knows?" "Relax, Mark; nobody around here is angry about it," Sarah gently told me, "As a matter of fact, Mike and David both were tickled to death that the two of you were together, especially after what that poor girl went through with the sonofabitch that her ex-boyfriend turned out to be." The fact that my secretary, Sarah, had knowledge about this matter suddenly gave me an idea, making me ask her, "So; you know about him, huh?" "That all depends," she cautiously replied, looking very suspiciously at me, "Why do you want to know, Mark? I want you to be totally honest with me before I tell you anything." "Whoa, wait a minute here, why are you suddenly getting all defensive about this?" I asked her, "You work for me, remember?" "I know that, but Kate is the person who helped me to get a job here," Sarah replied, her eyes suddenly filling with tears again, "And her ex-boyfriend is also the same asshole who raped me when I was in college, God dammit..." and then she couldn't continue before she began to cry again, making me take her back into my arms just like I did the day before, holding her until she felt better, poor girl. "Alright, Sarah," I confessed, once she'd calmed down enough to speak with me, "I think I could very easily fall head over heels in love with Kate." "Oh, Mark," she began to smile, brightening her pretty little face, "I think that you two would be so good for one another." "Is that right?" I grinned, "Tell me, Sarah, what makes you say that?" "God knows that she could certainly use a good guy in her life," Sarah now excitedly began, "And I know that you have so much love in your heart to give to the right woman, "Mark, you think that I can't see it, but I'm female, too, in case you've forgotten; and I can see it just as plain as the nose on my own face." "No, I haven't forgotten that you're a girl," I chuckled, "But do you really think that she would consider being with me, even after what she's already been through with her ex?" Kate Pt. 01 "I don't just think it, Mark, I know it," Sarah giggled, "As a matter of fact, Kate and I are going to have lunch together today so; why don't you come along with us?" "I'd really love to, but I can't," I regrettably replied, "I've got to have lunch with Mike and David today. It's already been planned so; I have to be there." without you around, and I know that she'll tell me the truth." "Hmm," I knowingly grinned, "That sounds like a pretty good plan. Be sure to let me know what she says whenever I get back, okay?" "Okay, I will," she impishly smiled, "Now get to work ya bum." "Yeah, whatever," I playfully teased, "I'll be in my office," and then I turned and walked into my office, closing the door behind me." ~~~~~~ "So, tell us," Mike smiled, as he, David and I sat around the table at South Street Pub, eating lunch, "How are things going with you and Kate Meyers?" "Huh?" I dumbly replied, "What're you talking about?" "Don't be a shit; Mark," David smiled, "Mike and I both have known her since she was a baby. Besides, she's Mike's niece by marriage. In other words, his wife, Linda, and Carolyn Meyers are sisters so; spill it." "Aw, man," I groaned, "This isn't fair, besides; Kate and I are just friends." "That's good," Mike smiled, "I think that the two of you will be good for one another." "I'm glad that you approve, Mike," I smiled, "So, what's on the table, fellas, and when do I start working on the blueprints for the guys at Gaylord Entertainment?" "That's already being taken care of as we speak," David told me, "I want you to focus on something else." "But I thought that you wanted me to head up your new design department," I replied; a bad feeling suddenly beginning to grow in the pit of my stomach, "How can I work on the design of this new project if I'm working on something else?" "That's already been taken care of, too," Mike said, "You just keep doing what you're doing for the time being." "Okay," I replied, "And what exactly is it that I'm supposed to be doing?" "Taking care of Kate," David grinned, "Why else do you think that we..." "I've got a set of blueprints in my office, Mark," Mike suddenly interrupted David, glaring at him as if he'd said the wrong thing, "I'll have them delivered to you sometime this afternoon, okay?" "Okay," I suspiciously replied, "What do you want me to do with them?" "Uh, just look them over," Mike distractedly replied, "Then get back to me in a week, or so. In the mean time, I want you to take tomorrow off, maybe spend a little time with Kate. What do you think?" "Of course," I told him, "You guys are the boss." "I'm really glad you understand that," Mike suddenly smiled, "And David and I really appreciate it, too. Don't think for a second that we don't recognize your gifts and talents, Mark." "Thanks, Mike," I appreciatively smiled, "I'm glad to hear it." We finished our lunch meeting, and as I drove back to the office, the feeling I began to have in the restaurant started gnawing at me. Something wasn't right, I could feel that much. I just didn't know what it was at the time. Little did I realize that everything would come to a head, and that I would know the whole truth in a couple of weeks down the road? There was nothing comical about what I'm getting ready to say; but it's funny that people don't realize that everything in darkness eventually comes to light, hence the reason that I'm telling you this story. However, I'm not going to jump ahead so; please be patient. Besides, the path to the truth is always, and has always been much sweeter anyway. Won't you agree?" ~~~~~~ Indeed, there had been something very suspicious in not only what Mike and David had told me over lunch, but also in their interactions between one another as well. However, I laid all of my suspicions aside when I saw Sarah back in the office. "So, tell me," I excitedly asked her, "What did Kate have to say?" "She didn't," Sarah worriedly replied, "She stood me up for lunch. I'm worried, too, because it's not like her to not at least call me to cancel." "I wouldn't worry too much," I said, "Maybe she got hung up with her Mom in the office." "I called her Mom," Sarah replied, "And she told me that Kate had already left to come and meet me, but she never showed up." All of a sudden the phone on Sarah's desk rang, and she answered, "Mark Power's office, how may I....Oh, my God, is she alright," as tears began to fill her eyes and pour down her face, "Okay tell her that we're on the way," and then she hung up. "What's wrong, Sarah?" I worriedly asked, "Tell me now." "That was Carolyn Meyers," she sniffled, "Kate's in Saint Thomas hospital...she was found on the deepest level of the underground parking garage, raped and beaten pretty badly." "Let's go," I told her, "We'll take my car. "I've got to leave a message at the front desk," she replied crying, "I've got to tell them where we're going." "To hell with that," I said, "I'll call Mark once we've reached the hospital...come on," and we raced down the hall and out the back door to where my car was parked. ~~~~~~ "What the hell was she thinking, parking down there?" I asked Sarah, as we drove to the hospital, "Especially with that maniac on the loose." "That's the thing," Sarah cried, "She called the police this morning and placed a restraining order against him. She said that she agreed with the advice you gave her." "I know that she's smart," I said, "But there's a big difference between being smart and doing dumb things." "I agree, Mark," Sarah said, "But she's always been a strong person, and I guess she didn't think that her ex, Tyler Martin, would do what he did to her." "Bullshit," I said, "He did it to you, didn't he?" "Yeah, he did," she agreed, "I guess I never looked at it that way; I'm sorry, Mark." "You don't have to apologize to me, Sarah," I replied, "Besides, what happened to Kate is hardly your fault." "I know," she sadly told me, "But I still feel badly for her." "I do, too," I said, my eyes beginning to fill with tears at the thought of Kate being hurt, "I wish that there was something I could do to make all of this go away." "So, you do love her," Sarah softly told me, "Don't you?" "I don't know," I quietly answered her; "I mean...I've only known her for a short while. How can I possibly be in love with her?" "Haven't you ever heard of love at first sight?" Sarah pointedly asked me, "It doesn't just happen in movies ya know. It also happens in real life, too, but only few and far between; and only to very special people, Mark; and you're one of those very special people...that is something I know for a fact." "Well, I don't know about that," I skeptically replied, "I don't..." "Do you remember what I told you about having a lot of love in your heart to give?" Sarah asked me, as we were pulling into the parking garage at Saint Thomas Hospital, "That's how I know that you're special, Mark. Guys like you don't grow on trees, they're very few and far between, too, so; I want you to think about that when we go in to see Kate; okay?" "Okay, I will, Sarah," I finally relented, "But for the time being, I want to make sure that Kate is going to be alright first." "Okay," Sarah softly smiled, "You win for now, tough guy..." ~~~~~~ Chapter Five When we arrived inside the hospital, the first thing we did was to go to the trauma ward where Carolyn had told Sarah that she and Kate would be. I was not surprised to find Carolyn waiting for us outside of Kate's door, her face a mixture of pain and anguish, with definite signs that she'd been crying. "How is she?" was the first thing I asked, the moment we got to where Carolyn was standing, "Is she alright?" "Mark, thank God you're here," Carolyn began to cry, folding herself within reach of my arms, and leaning against me, "The Doctor says that she's been through a lot, but she's a tough girl, and that it's going to take a little time, but she'll eventually recover." "How soon can we see her, Carolyn," Sarah asked, beginning to cry, herself, "Please tell me that she's alright." "The doctor gave her a sedative so; she's sleeping right now," Carolyn said, placing her arms around Sarah, and then she looked up to me, and said, "She was asking for you, Mark, I thought you should know that." "I'll be here when she wakes," I softly told her, "You can count on that, Ms. Carolyn." "You can call me Carolyn, Mark," she smiled, "I don't look that old to you, do I?" "No, ma'am," I smiled, "I was just trying to be respectful, that's all." "I know, sweetie," Carolyn gently told me, "And I think it's very noble of you, too." "Who did this," I asked her, "And have the police arrested him for it?" "It was Tyler Martin, that much is certain," she replied, "Because Katie told us right before the Doctor sedated her. Unfortunately no one knows where he is." "I need to go call Mike and tell him where I am," I told the two women," I'll be right back, okay?" "Go ahead, Mark," Sarah said, "I'll wait here with Carolyn until you get back." ~~~~~~ "Who in the fuck is responsible for this shit?" Mike angrily asked, when I called him, "I want his head on a silver platter." "I'm going to take care of that myself," I said, "I want you to leave everything to me." "You're not going to do a thing," he loudly bellowed, "Do you understand me?" "I'll tell you what I do understand, Mike Dodge," I angrily seethed, "I've come to the understanding that you and David Linder didn't bring me here because of my eye for design at all. You brought me here to more or less be a boyfriend to your wife's niece, and you'd better be honest about it, or as God as my witness, I'll pack up and leave this fucking place right now." "How dare you accuse me of something like that," "he viciously growled, "Just who in the hell do you think you're talking to, dammit?" "I'm talking to a manipulative asshole," I growled back, "You'll have my resignation on your desk in the morning; and you can count on it, motherfucker," and before he could say another word, I hung the phone up so that I wouldn't have to hear anymore of his bullshit. ~~~~~~ When I returned to Kate's room, the door was open and Sarah and Carolyn were sitting beside Kate's bed each of them holding her hand while she slept. When I took the first look at Kate, it felt like my heart was literally being ripped from my chest. Not only was her face extremely bruised, but it looked like her left eye was almost swollen shut. Her beautiful lips looked like someone had literally stabbed her in the mouth with a fork, making it painfully obvious that someone had mercilessly beaten the shit out of her. It was right then that I made a silent vow that the moment I to got my hands on this Tyler Martin asshole, I was going to rip him limb from limb. Then and only then, would I leave Nashville, and yes, it was going to break my heart to have to do it, but, the one thing that I don't and will not tolerate from anyone is being lied to. Common sense told me that neither Kate, nor her mother had anything to do with the reasons why I was brought to Nashville in the first place. Still though, I knew in my heart that Mike, David, and perhaps maybe even Mike's wife, Linda had been in on it all along. I didn't know what they thought they would be able to accomplish by pulling something like this, but in my conversation with Mike and David at lunch earlier, it was made very clear to me by David as to what I was being paid to do, and I wasn't having any of it, regardless of how much Mike tried shutting him up. I'm an Engineer, dammit, not some kind of stud horse, or babysitter, or whatever it was that these assholes had in mind for me to do. It just goes to show that people with money think that they can get away with any fucking thing they want; regardless of how it affects others. Jeez, what a bunch of bastards they are. However; I was going to make them pay, just like I was going to make Tyler Martin pay for what he'd done to Kate, even though I was going to end up leaving anyway. It was getting close to seven o'clock in the evening when Mike and David showed up, and one look from me showed them the contempt I was feeling for their fucking asses at that moment. "How is she, Mark?" Mike asked, with genuine concern in his voice. "I need to speak with you privately please," I quietly seethed, motioning for him to meet me in the hall; and then the moment we were outside of Kate's room, I closed her door, and then looked him right in the eye and told him, "You've got a lot of balls; I'll give you that." "Wait a minute, Mark," he began, his tone of voice gentle, "I think maybe I owe you an apology." "You owe me a hell of a lot more than that, you son of a bitch," I quietly, but angrily replied, "I still haven't decided as to whether or not I'm going to tell Kate and Carolyn about what you and David have done." "Please don't do that," he almost begged, "It would break Katie's heart, Mark...please. I'll give you anything you want, all you have to do is name your price." "You still don't get it, do you?" I said, trying my best not to raise my voice, "I'm one of those people who can't be bought. But now that you tried, I'm giving you an ultimatum; either you tell Kate and Carolyn, or I will, right before I leave her...thanks to you. In the mean time, I'm going to try and find the little fuck head that did this to her, and don't you dare try and stop me. Do you understand me, asshole?" He said nothing, only nodded his head to acknowledge what I'd said to him, and then I turned and walked away. However, little did I realize that while I had tried to be quiet in my conversation with Mike; Kate's mother, Carolyn, had heard every word I'd said to him? ~~~~~~ I earned my Black Belt in Japanese Karate, Togakure Ninjutsu, when I was but sixteen years old. I had worked with the police in my hometown, teaching their new officers hand to hand combat, hence the reason I got into college on an athletic scholarship. So, needless to say, I was more than able to handle almost anything, but most certainly anyone that came across my path in life. That was the reason that the first place that I was going to look for that piece of shit, Tyler Martin, was at his fraternity house where he went to college, Vanderbuilt University. ~~~~~~ I had no trouble finding Vanderbuilt, nor did I have any trouble finding the Alpha Delta Tau fraternity house. I drove by slowly, taking my time to get a good look at this place. However, when the time came for me to strike, I was going to have to use another car, because my car would be too easily recognizable to the police, just in case there were any witnesses nearby. After driving by the frat house, I went down the street and turned around to take one last look before I went home to make my plans. ~~~~~~ I don't know how I knew this, call it intuition if you will; but I knew without a doubt that Tyler Martin was hiding out in his old frat house. I also knew that the authority of the college would never be questioned by the police, because Vanderbuilt has always had a way of taking "Special Care" of their athletes. And, they were no different from the rest of the fucking alumni of most of the major universities in this country, well, at least at that particular time they weren't. However, I also know for a fact that things have really changed a lot since all of this took place; and that the National Collegiate Athletic Association, the N.C.A.A., has really been cracking down on crooked assholes like them. And yes, I've always hated the way that a lot of American colleges used to recruit their athletes, buying them cars, teachers basically giving them passing grades, that kind of thing. I'm just thankful now that it no longer goes on, well; at least not nearly as much as it used to, anyway. Still though, like I said a few moments ago, I was going to have to use a different car than my own, because, let's face it, a Corvette Stingray leaves a very definite impression once you've seen one. I knew that in order to make this prick pay for not only what he did to my beautiful Kate, but also what he did to sweet little Sarah, I was going to have to be cunning, catching him when he least expected it. This meant that I would have to wait for a while and let him think that the coast was clear, stalking him until he made the mistake of relaxing and letting his guard down. Then, and only then would I strike, making him wish he'd never even heard of Kate, or Sarah, for that matter. ~~~~~~ After I took care of, and made the necessary arrangements to get me the items I would need to carry out my plan, I went back to the hospital to see how Kate was doing. And because of what I'd previously said to Mike, about telling Kate what he and David had been up to all along where she and I were concerned, I knew that she probably already knew what was going on so; I wanted to make sure that she understood that I had absolutely no part in any of it, hence the reason I was headed back to see her. However, little did I realize that she was in no way, shape, form, or fashion, about to let me leave her for any reason whatsoever? ~~~~~~ When I got back to Saint Thomas Hospital, visiting hours had been over for quite some time, hence the reason I had to, like the proverbial thief in the night, quietly sneak in to see her without getting caught. When I got to her room, everyone, Carolyn included, had all gone home for the evening so; when I opened the door to her room, you can imagine my surprise when I discovered that she was wide awake. "Hi, Mark," she softly spoke, "I'm so glad to see you." "Hello, beautiful," I tenderly replied, "How're you feeling, Kate?" "Missing you," she very quietly spoke, slowly, but gently patting the mattress beside her, obviously in pain. However, she was still able to let me know that she wanted me to sit down on the bed with her, "There's something really important that I need to tell you, and I need to do it right now before I lose my nerve, okay?" "Alright," I uncomfortably replied, taking a seat right next to her, as she placed her hand in mine once I was within her reach, "What is it that you wanted to tell me, Kate?" "It's like this," she began, "Mike told me what he and David did to get you to come to Nashville, and I think it's one of the shittiest things that I've ever seen," and then her swollen, but beautiful, brown eyes began to fill with tears, as she slowly brought my hand to her face and began to bitterly weep, "I swear that I knew nothing about any of this, and I'm so sorry, Mark, but please don't leave me...please," as she continued to cry. My heart was literally breaking wide open because of the condition she was in to begin with. However, the fact that Kate felt like she had to apologize to me for something that she had nothing to do with; caused a feeling of intense anger to rise up from very deeply within me. I was so pissed off by then, that not only was I going to hand Tyler Martin's ass over to the police, but now I also began making plans, getting Carolyn's help, once she heard what Mike and David had done. I was going to exact a type of revenge so cold, that not only would it bring them to their knees financially, but if everything worked out properly, Kate would end up owning David Linder's, and Michael Dodge's engineering firm, those "Shh, it's okay, baby," I tenderly soothed her, gently holding her in my arms, never before having felt what was now in my heart, "None of this was your fault, and there's no need for you to ever have to apologize, for anything again, okay?" "Wait a minute," she looked at me smiling, "What did you just call me?" "Oh, you heard me," I replied smiling, very softly kissing her sweet lips. Kate Ch. 02 This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement, hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism welcomed. This is the second part of three. It will make more sense if you read Chapter 1 first. Click on my author name above to see my list of stories. * * * * * We lay clasped in each other's arms for what seemed ages, until I realised I was having problems breathing. "Ease up a little please, Mike, I need to breathe and you're heavy." "Sorry, Kate." He kissed my nose then eased himself out of my pussy and lay on his back beside me. He took my hand and squeezed my fingers. I raised myself to my elbow beside him and leaned over, kissing him gently on the lips. "Thank you, Mike," I said quietly. "Thank you so very, very much. I needed that. I hadn't realised just how much, at least not until you put that monster into me." He smiled at my words. "What's funny?" I asked. "Your choice of words. That's what Meg called my prick. A monster." I grimaced. "It is, after four years without one." I stroked his hair. "No wonder Meg liked it, she takes after her mother. I always enjoyed fucking. Tom and I used to do it every day, almost, until he was killed." I was lost for a moment. "When he died, I lost interest." "What made you want to do it again?" he asked. "Was it seeing Meg and me?" "Yeah. After I left the two of you and went to bed, I put my hand down between my legs for the first time in years and masturbated myself to orgasm." I smiled ruefully. "It's a good job you two took so long to say goodnight, because I'd only just got my breath back when Meg came in to talk." "Why me?" he asked curiously. "I wanted someone I knew I could trust." I thought idly of the men I knew, thinking who else could I have asked this of, and came out zero. "I don't have many male friends, and none that I would want to fuck me, none at all." I glanced out of the window. Glorious warm day. "Fancy a swim?" I asked him. "Good idea, but I haven't got my suit." "Mike, Mike, what are you thinking of?" I chided him. "You expect me to put a swim suit on to swim with you, when we've just had such a great fuck? Be serious!" Anyway, I want to look at you. He laughed. "You're right. What if someone comes?" "I have a radar announcer built alongside the driveway. I can set it so that a bell sounds beside the pool. That gives us about three minutes to get out or put on a swim suit." "Come on, then, Kate. Let's swim." Mike got there first while I took off my stockings and suspender belt, but I wasn't all that far behind. I was in a silly mood, and we just played, splashing each other like kids, for a half-hour or so, then got out. I stopped Mike from getting dressed - I had plans for him! - got out a couple of towelling robes I keep near the pool and made us some coffee. We sat in the sitting-room, drinking coffee and just chatting. I found myself telling Mike about my childhood, about how I met Tom. About Megan's childhood. All sorts of things. I found myself relating to Mike as a personal friend. Our relationship could never return to the simple one of Megan's mother and Megan's boyfriend, not after what we'd done, but I liked him enough to be friends in our own right. I think Mike felt the same. "Can you stay tonight, Mike?" I asked him, my mouth dry. God, I wanted him! He thought for a moment, then shook his head. "I'd love to, Kate, but mom knows Meg's away, and she knows I came around here. If I don't go home I think your reputation might suffer." I realised reluctantly that he was right and made a face. "I guess so, Mike. What time is it now?" He glanced at his watch. Must be waterproof, for he'd kept it on in the pool. "Just after four," he said. I was surprised. I'd thought it was much later. "Is that all? What time do you have to be home?" He shrugged. "No special time. Best if I left soon, I guess. After all, how long does it take to clear a filter?" He took my hand and pulled me gently towards him. "But before I go, I want to make love to you again." He took me into his arms and kissed me, holding me, kissing me gently, then let his hand slide into the opening of my robe, stroking my breast, his fingers gently caressing the nipple. His touch had me on fire and I wanted more. I pulled away from him and stood up. He was just opening his mouth, to protest I hope, when I dropped my robe to the floor behind me and dropped to my knees beside the couch. I smiled at him and pulled at the sash of his robe, loosening it, throwing it open. His cock was rock hard by now and I took it in my hand and licked the end like a popsicle, smiling at him. "Do you like your cock sucked, Mike?" I asked. "Very much," he replied, his voice unsteady. "Has Meg sucked it?" I asked, too casually, wondering just what my daughter had done with Mike. "Only once," he said. "Did she enjoy it?" "She certainly seemed to. I did, that's certain." I made no reply, because my mouth was filled with his cock. I sucked gently at the head, sliding my tongue from side to side. I had a firm grip on his cock and he stroked my head, playing with my hair. I needed more from him and I shuffled forwards slightly on my knees and let his cock slide from my mouth. "Can you reach my tits, Mike?" I wanted badly to be touched. "Yeah, easy," he replied. "Will you stroke them, please?" He took one tit in each hand and squeezed softly. He stroked my tits, pulling gently at the nipples. I moaned deep in my throat, then pulled back and licked the length of his prick, from balls to tip, then licked wetly around the head, before taking him back into my mouth. I didn't know if I could, because it had been a long time, but this time I kept going, then, angling my head slightly, swallowed him! Mike told me later that he had never been deep-throated before and I suspect that the sensation of my tongue on his prick, the feeling of his cock in my throat and the gentle massage I was giving to his balls were driving him crazy! It wasn't long before I felt him tensing, so I backed off slightly, then began to move my head back and forth, so that he was fucking my mouth. "Kate, you're going to make me come!" he said unsteadily. I couldn't say anything with my mouth full of cock, just sucked harder and moved my tongue faster. I knew he must be close. "I'm coming, Kate! You're making me come!" he moaned. "I can't hold on, I'm sorry, I can't. You're making me come, Kate, you're m-a-k-i-n-g m-e-e c-o-o-m-m-e-e!" And he came. I felt it start and went down as far as I could, then came up with my tongue pressing hard on the underside of his prick. He came hard and I swallowed, then I had to move back slightly, so that I could breathe. When the pulsing slowed and stopped, and his prick began to soften, I licked gently at the crown, then let him slide slowly out of my mouth. I looked up at him as I knelt before him, breathing heavily, trying to get my breath back. "Thanks, Mike, you taste good!" I sat back on my heels, smiling at him, my knees spread, careless of my pussy showing pinkly through the curly mat of my pubic hair. He reached for my hand and pulled me up beside him, kissing me hard, then letting his lips trail down my chin, onto my throat, sucking my nipple hard, biting. I moaned deep in my throat and pressed his head to my breast, bending over him, kissing his hair. "Mike?" I whispered, desperate in my need. "Will you eat me? Please?" He sat up and looked at me, smiling. "I love to eat pussy, Kate. Eating you out will be a pleasure." He pulled me to him and kissed me again, then slid onto his knees on the floor beside the couch. He gently pushed my knees apart and knelt between my legs, kissing the inside of my knee, then running his tongue along my thigh, licking quickly at my pussy, then running his tongue along my other thigh, to my other knee. He kissed that knee and ran his tongue back along my thigh, but this time he stopped. He took a deep breath, inhaling my odour. 'Thank god I showered!' I thought wildly, then realised that the smell of his come would be mingling with the scent of my pussy and hoped desperately that it all smelled good. He ran his tongue lightly the full length of my cleft, from my anus to my clitoris. I jumped and clutched his head when he nibbled lightly on my clit, then moaned as he pushed his tongue into the heat of my core, breathing heavily. He sucked on my clit and licked my pussy, alternating, varying his rhythm, bringing me close to peaking and then letting me subside a little before bringing me back again. He was driving me wild! He blew gently on my pussy then sat back slightly and looked up at me. "Want to come, Kate? Do you want me to make you come?" "Jeez, yes, Mike!" I said thickly. "Make me come, sweetheart. Please! Make me come! Ohmigod, make me come!" He bent to his task again, licking my pussy, then settled to a rhythm again, licking me, nibbling my labia and sucking my clit. I could feel myself tensing and my hands tightened in his hair. "I'm coming, Mike!" I cried and he sucked even harder on my clit. I couldn't help myself, I screamed and shuddered, my thighs clamping on his head, my fingers tight in his hair. My belly rippled with spasms as the orgasm hit me, slowly subsiding until he nibbled gently on my clit again, taking me back to shuddering climax. Slowly the trembling stopped and I pulled his head gently up, leaning forward and kissing his nose. He smiled and squeezed me then, flushing, put his hand to his mouth. I realised with a shock that he was removing one of my pussy hairs from between his front teeth. I flushed, mortified, and giggled hysterically. "Sorry, Mike! I should have shaved. It's been a long time since anyone's mouth was down there. Was it all right?" I asked anxiously. "Wonderful," he said. "You taste good, Kate. I loved it!" "So did I!" I said feelingly, wondering idly where he had learned, because I didn't think Meg had taught him! His prick was rigid again as he knelt between my legs. He indicated it. "Want to fuck, Kate?" he asked. I smiled and spread my legs wide, slouching down on the couch so that my ass was on the edge, thinking to myself, 'you have lost all modesty in your search for gratification, slut!' "Here's the hole, where's the pole?" I said in feeble jest. Mike laughed, then, hands on hips, lined his cock up and pushed gently forward. I was soaking wet and I don't think he felt any resistance to his thrust as he kept on coming until he bottomed, then began a slow back-and-forth motion. I pulled my legs up so that I could feel him going deeper and held them. We were only touching at my pussy, his cock the join, his hands on his hips. 'Who needs hands' I thought hysterically and grinned wildly at him, then started using my aching pussy muscles, squeezing him as he rode me. His face set and he slowed, concentrating on using the full length of his cock, pulling back until only the head was in me, then pressing forward, burying himself almost to the balls in my heat and wetness. "I'm going to come, Kate, pretty soon." "That's what I'm here for, baby," I whispered. "I want my pussy full of your fuck-juice." "My pleasure, ma'am. I aim to please." "Your aim is on target. Now shut up and fuck!" And he did, bringing us both to shuddering climax moments later. We sprawled together for a while while we regained our equilibrium then Mike cleaned himself up and dressed. I kissed him goodbye, with affection and, yes, love. "Tomorrow, Mike," I said. "As soon as you like. Meg's flight is due in at six. We'll go together, but come when you're ready." I watched until his pickup was out of sight then went back inside. On impulse I went out to the pool, took off the robe and, naked, swam up and down until I was exhausted. I went back indoors, showered, had a snack dinner, then went to bed. It was seven forty-five. The 'phone woke me. I glanced at the bedside clock. Ten-fifteen. For a moment I didn't know whether it was morning or evening then noticed the sunset reds through the window. "Hello?" I muttered. "Mom?" said Meg. "You all right? You sound funny." "I fell asleep. The 'phone woke me." I stretched, my joints popping, then asked, "Everything OK?" "Sure, mom. Grandma and I have been out for a meal and we just got in. I thought I'd ring to make sure you're all right." "I'm fine, honey. Missing you, of course. I mean, you are my only daughter." And I just seduced your boyfriend. With his enthusiastic cooperation, I should add. "Everything OK at home?" asked Meg. "Of course, why shouldn't it be?" "No reason, mom. Hang on a second." Apparently she put her hand over the mouthpiece, because all I could hear were muffled noises, then she came back on. "That was grandma. She's going for a bath. Said to say hello." "Say hi for me." Hypocrite. I'd never really got on with Tom's folks, although I think they had reluctantly accepted that our marriage was working. They doted on Meg though and I wasn't churlish enough to deprive them of her company. Tom's dad had died a year or two back and his mother really enjoyed having Meg to stay occasionally. Meg liked going, as it gave her a taste of big-city life. There was a pause, then Meg came back on. "Well, mom? Have you done it yet?" "Done what?" I had a horrible idea I knew where this conversation was going. Her voice lowered conspiratorially. "Did you fuck Mike?" "Whatever gives you that idea?" "Mom! Tell me the truth. Yes or no." "Meg, I . ." "Yes or no, mom. You never ever lied to me so far as I can tell, so don't start now. I told you, it's okay, but he's mine again tomorrow." "Yes," I said quickly. "Sorry, what'd you say?" "Yes. I said yes," I muttered "Whoopee! Was it good?" "Really, Meg... " my voice tailed off. "Come on, mom," she said gently, "tell." I took a deep breath. "Meg, honey, if you'll forgive your mother her bad language, it was fucking incredible!" "I'm glad, mom," Meg said simply, then giggled. "You're lucky, I have to go to bed with 'Plastic Mike' again!" "Use him carefully, he's precious to both of us." She laughed. "How hot should the water be?" "I'm sorry. What did you say?" "Plastic Mike. The water. How hot?" "Oh! Hot tap hot, not boiling, else you'd blister your pussy. The plastic does give some insulation, but not enough to use boiling water." "A blistered pussy I can live without. Thanks, mom. I'm off to bed myself now, so goodnight. I love you." "I love you, too, sweetheart. Goodnight, baby, sleep well." "'Night, mom." The 'phone clicked off. I hung up and lay back, then turned over and tried to sleep. God, but my pussy felt good! I woke early next morning. Anticipation, I think. The sun was shining and the temperature already well into the seventies by eight-thirty. I didn't bother dressing, just slummed downstairs in my robe and went for a swim. Naked. It feels best that way. When I'd finished, I had some breakfast, showered, then had a look through my lingerie drawer to see if there was anything I could use to turn Mike on. Nothing really exciting. I reflected that Tom and I hadn't needed anything but each other to get turned on. With him around I was perpetually horny. I was beginning to wonder if Mike had chickened out then told myself not to be a fool. Just because he had apparently enjoyed fucking me, didn't mean he was going to come running every time I whistled. He was my daughter's boyfriend, not mine. I thought for a moment, then thought to myself, cool down, woman. Have another swim. You like it and it's good exercise. So I did. Naked, of course. I had only done a couple of lengths of the pool when the doorbell repeater at the poolside chimed. As luck would have it, I was next to it, so pressed the button. "Yes? Who is it please?" I asked. "It's Mike, Kate. Sorry I'm late." He'd come after all. My fretting had been wasted. "I'm in the pool, Mike. Come on through." I pressed the button to unlock the front door and let myself float on my back. I wanted him to see me when he came through. I grinned at him as he stood at the poolside. "Come on in, Mike. The water's lovely." And so are you and I want to see your prick again. "OK, I'll just take my clothes inside and I'll be right back," he said and went into the house. He was back in moments, naked. I looked at his limp prick and my pussy twitched. Jeez! What a whore! Mike dived neatly into the water and surfaced beside me, shaking the water from his eyes. He grinned at me, then pulled me gently to him and kissed me. "Hello, naked Kate. Sorry I'm late. Mom's car's being serviced and I had to take her to my Aunt Ellen's." "No problem, Mike. I've just been swimming up and down, trying hard not to think about what we did yesterday." "Regrets, Kate?" He was concerned. "God, no, Mike! Anticipation!" I kissed him. He held me at arms length, then grinned. "What would you like to do, Kate? Shall we swim, shall we shower, or shall we fuck?" In answer I swam to the side of the pool and climbed out. "Come on, Mike, the shower in my bathroom is amply big enough for two." Not bothering with a robe or slippers, I led the way indoors, careless of wet footprints. I glanced over my shoulder. Whoopee! Mike's prick had started to grow. He looked around curiously as we passed through my bedroom, smiling when he saw my king-sized bed. Anticipation, I hoped. I opened the bathroom door and led Mike into the shower stall. Tom and I had designed the shower ourselves and Tom had built it. It was about six feet square, with a shower nozzle on each wall. The controls operated on them all simultaneously, although any one of them could be turned off individually. I closed the door behind us. "D'you like it?" I asked Mike. He looked around, then smiled at me. "It's terrific!" "Stand in a corner while I turn it on. It starts off a little too cold." "Kate?" "Yes?" "When Meg gets back?" He was obviously uncomfortable and I hastened to reassure him. "Mike, it's you and Megan, not you and me. I'm grateful to you and Meg, believe me. Between you, you've brought my pussy back to life and for that I owe you. I intend to make the most of any fucking you care to let me have before we go to the airport, and believe me, I'll miss that lovely cock of yours, but there is no way I'm going to spoil Meg's life if I can avoid it." I smiled at him. "Now come over here and wash my back." He was gentle with me. The more I knew Mike the more I liked him. I was pleased for Meg, pleased that she had such a considerate lover. Mike's gentle touch was getting to me, especially when he paid exquisite and careful attention to my nipples as he washed my breasts. I was equally careful to make sure that his cock was clean. The more of it I washed, the more there was to wash, because it grew to pulsing rigidity under my attention. I took a deep breath. "Mike," I said hoarsely. "Fuck me!" He took me in his arms and kissed me, gently at first, the warm water still cascading over us. His tongue played with mine and his hands roamed over my body, cupping my ass, my breasts, stroking my nipples, sliding over my belly. His prick was hard against me and I dropped my hand to it, stroking gently, loving its velvety hardness. Mike lifted me suddenly, poising me over his prick so that it poked gently at my opening. "Guide me in, Kate," he whispered. I held his cock head against my pussy as he lowered me gently, his hands under my ass. God! I loved the feel of him going into me, slowly, hard against my softness, forcing my pussy open to accommodate him, deeper, deeper, until he bottomed. I clasped my arms around his neck and my feet together behind him and he began to lift me until I was almost free of his cock, then lowered me again until he was deep inside me. It was an incredible feeling and I hoped desperately that he was strong enough to keep going until we came. Kate Ch. 02 Kate flinched as her captor reached for her arms and began to examine her wrists. "Why are you doing this?" Kate whimpered as soon as she could talk. Her voice sounded tiny and uncertain...exactly how she felt. "I thought the duct tape might be uncomfortable," he replied pleasantly, deliberately misunderstanding the question. He asked if she'd like him to untie her. Of course, Kate eagerly said yes. It worried her that he didn't seem the least bit concerned at the thought of her being unrestrained. It was as though he was so confident in his ability to overpower and dominate her that her escaping wasn't even a possibility in his mind. That dashed her hopes somewhat, and she grew even more anxious. Once untied, he told her to sit down. Panic washed over her again as she was forced to confront that awful metal table, thinking that it, whatever "it" was, had begun. Then she realized that he was gesturing toward a small sofa that she had failed to notice before. Kate crossed the room and perched tensely on the edge of it, watching as he rummaged through a drawer, then pulled something out. She shied away from him as he approached her, but if he noticed, he didn't let on. Without a word he reached down and picked her hand up from her lap. She involuntarily closed her eyes in apprehension, then felt cool liquid on her wrist and saw that it was a bottle of lotion that he held in his hand. He squeezed a fair amount onto her duct-tape-chafed wrist and began to rub it into her skin with capable fingers, soothing the flaming flesh. Once he was satisfied that he'd tended to her wrist sufficiently, he let go of it, reached for her other hand, and repeated the process. Sitting there watching him work, Kate studied him, noticing his well-kept fingernails and expensive-looking watch. He was clean-shaven, had dark hair, and was rather attractive. She figured he was in his mid-twenties or maybe early thirties. He seemed to be completely at ease as he concentrated on soothing her tender wrists, but for Kate, the tension that the silence evoked was unbearable. To pierce the silence - and also to quell her own curiosity - Kate meekly inquired, "What's your name?" "Jake," he replied, still distracted by the task at hand. He didn't even look up as he said this, but Kate was still encouraged. Maybe she could befriend him and persuade him to let her go. It was worth a shot, anyway. "My name is Kate." "I know." Her wrists tended to - or maybe forgotten, she wasn't sure which, she saw that she now had his complete attention. "I know." Kate furrowed her forehead in confusion. "But how?" "I know more about you than you think," he replied cryptically, offering no further explanation. Kate thought for a moment, then it dawned on her: her dad was a successful businessman who had some rather notorious clients. "Are you holding me for ransom?" she demanded. Jake smirked. "I'm not holding you ransom. I don't need your father's money. I'm not interested in money." That said, Jake appeared to lose interest in talking and sat down on the floor facing Kate, his eyes never leaving her. He seemed content, but Kate was growing more and more uncomfortable by the minute, watching as his stonily calm, intelligent eyes drank her in. "What do you want, then?" She had begun to bite her fingernails without even noticing. He grinned. "It'd be too cliche to say ‘you' so how about . . ." He thought for a moment. "I want to see your panties." Kate froze. Part of her had been expecting this, but even so, she was appalled by the thought. She sat unmoving and merely gawked at Jake. "Now." Kate didn't respond. Jake sighed. "Sweetheart, do you remember what I said to you outside? About how if you don't cooperate, I'll make sure this whole ordeal will be as traumatic as possible for you?" She nodded dully, unable to do anything else. "Good. Then you understand that if you don't have those jeans off in the next three seconds, I'll be ripping them off of you. Not that I'd mind doing that, of course. Actually, it might be kind of fun if you struggle . . . fun for me, that is. I don't know if it'd be too enjoyable for you, though, because an authentic struggle involves terror and pain and screaming, you know . . ." He purposefully trailed off and sat waiting to see what her decision would be. Somehow, Kate was able to find the waistband of her jeans through her daze, and fumbled with the button and zipper as he looked on. Through her daze, she stood up and slid the jeans past her milky thighs, then stepped out of them. "Turn around." Kate felt her face go red as she complied, and was sure she could feel him staring at her panty-clad ass. "Cute," he remarked appreciatively. "Now face me and take your bra off, but leave your top on." Squeezing her eyes shut, Kate tried to hurry to get the humiliation over with as soon as possible. She reached behind her, unhooked her bra, then wiggled out of it, dropping it on the floor beside her. She stood as still as a statue then, her eyes still squeezed shut, feeling horribly exposed in just her thin white tank top and flimsy panties. "Open your eyes, Sweetheart." Kate cringed, then did as asked only to find Jake gazing at her with an unidentifiable expression on his face. Lust? Authority? Cruelty? "Reach up and rub your tits through your shirt." Kate wanted to die, but knew it would be best to keep Jake's violent side under control by appeasing him, so uncertainly put her hand on her breast, feeling her warm flesh through the thin material of her shirt. He motioned for her to rub it, so she did. To her horror, her nipples immediately became erect, standing at full attention for Jake to see. And he did. "Pinch those hard little nipples for me, Baby." With tears once again streaming down her face, Kate poked, prodded, and pinched her nipples at Jake's demand for the next ten minutes. He watched attentively the entire time, obviously enjoying the show. Her breasts began to ache, and Kate wondered how much more degradation Jake was going to put her through. She didn't have to wait long to find out. "Give me your panties." "Not that!" "One." He said calmly. "Jake, please!" "Two." "Why are you doing this to me?!" "Three. All right Sweetheart, it looks like we're going to do this the hard way." With that, Jake stood and moved toward her, ready to execute the next portion of his much anticipated night with Kate. Kate Ch. 02 Ch. 2: Vacation in New York Kate in New York Six months ago Kate and I had our first "adventure." She had fulfilled my fantasy by fucking a stranger and participating in her first three way. Kate's a very sensuous and sexy lady, so I was glad her first extra-marital affair included my cock in either her mouth or ass while she let a stranger have her cunt. We returned home after our vacation and I wondered if we'd return to a monoganistic relationship or would we find other adventures. It was Kate's decision, I'd be happy either way, as long as we stayed together and fucked together. For the months that followed our love life did take on a new intensity both in frequency and passion. Six months after our Palm Springs vacation Kate and I spent 8 days playing tourist in New York. This was a different vacation for us; we usually spend our free time on a nude beach, at a nude resort or touring on my motorcycle. I spent hours researching New York before we got there; one article was titled "Best Dive Bars" which included a bar within walking distance of our hotel. The bar, Tommy's Spot, turned out to be a good find, the people were friendly and the drinks affordable, which in New York means a beer is less than $5 a glass. Tommy's is owned by a former pro basketball player. The walls of the bar are filled with pictures of Tommy standing next to many of the pros, including a number of Jimmy and Michael Jordan. Kate is a big sports fan, so she was impressed with the fact our host knew so many of the greats. One thing about Kate, she is a very nice lady and if the man sitting next to her is a gentleman, she won't hesitate to have a conversation with him. At one point on our first night in the bar Kate was sitting between me and Tommy. I pretty much stayed out of their conversation; I was watching the Yankees on TV and trying to have my own conversation with a Japanese businessman who spoke very little English. But my ears picked up when I heard Kate ask Tommy if she could see his hands because they looked so large. Although Kate meant the request to be innocent, there's the implication the size of a man's hands is an indicator of the size of his cock and I'm certain Tommy was wondering, or more likely hoping, if this great looking woman was coming on to him. Despite my apprehension, the evening ended up without anything happening out of the ordinary. Kate and I walked to our hotel room late that night after a pleasant evening. Two nights later, after a full day visiting New York sights, we headed back to Tommy's. Tommy was behind the bar and immediately recognized us from our previous visit. Without asking, he poured each of us a beer and began chatting as if we were old friends. Kate was enjoying herself and after the second beer, didn't seem to notice Tommy poured both of us a tequila shot. Tommy poured himself a shot and proposed a toast "his" city. Kate usually doesn't drink shots, but given the circumstances, didn't think twice before clinking her glass with each of ours and drinking the contents of the glass. Tommy went down the bar to wait on some other patrons. After a long day of walking the beer and shot was having some effect on me, and it must have had some effect on Kate, although she rarely shows it. We relaxed again, drinking our third beers and watching the Mets on TV. Within fifteen minutes Kate told me she'd be right back, she was headed to the restroom. I watched her ass as she walked toward the back before returning my attention to the ball game on TV. I was fixated on the game and time got away from me; obviously an effect from the alcohol. But when a lady bartender asked if I wanted another beer I realized Kate had been gone longer than normal; it also occurred to me that Tommy was no longer behind the bar. I immediately took off in the direction of the restrooms. I knocked on the women's restroom door, called out Kate's name - no answer - so took a chance and walked into the room. It was empty. I started back toward the bar wondering what to do next and passed a door with a cheap "Manager" sticker. Without a moment's hesitation I grabbed hold of the doorknob, opened the door and looked in. I wasn't prepared for the scene in front of my eyes. Here was Kate, completely naked except for her red cowboy boots, laid out on a large desk with her legs wrapped around Tommy's naked ass. Tommy was pounded away, shoving his hard cock in and out of my wife, she was encouraging his thrusts by kicking his bare ass with her boots. (It hit me moments later that she had to pull her boots off to remove her pants, then took the time to put the boots back on - obviously I wasn't the only one turned on by red boots.) Kate turned her head toward me and stared into my eyes for a minute before asking me if my fantasy was now complete, "I'm fucking a big, black stranger. Does that make you hot?" Actually, it made me so fucking hot I couldn't even respond. I just stood there watching my wife get fucked by this guy on his desk. I'm pretty sure she was turned on as much as I was; before long she was coming all over his cock. The tension of her orgasm must have pushed Tommy over the top, because he started to pump his hips in a way that could only mean one thing - he was filling her cunt with his cum. They held still for a while before Tommy gave Kate a great big kiss. He got off the table and told me my wife she was beautiful while he got dressed. Before he left the room he told Kate to wait a minute before getting dressed because he had a surprise for her. After Tommy left the room I immediately went over and gave her a kiss. I told Kate to pull my cock out of my pants, it was my turn to fuck her; I was looking forward to popping my hard cock in her very wet hole. But before we could get my pants off, the door opened and in walked another guy from the bar. "Tommy said there's a lady in here warmed up and ready for me," he said. He walked over to Kate and asked me whether he could spend some time with my wife, Tommy told him how much Kate had enjoyed getting fucked. I appreciated being asked, but told him it was entirely up to Kate - she would make the decision. He nodded and said, "Maybe this will help her make up her mind," and dove his mouth into her cunt. I can never eat her after sex, even if it's my own cum, but eating Tommy's cum didn't seem to bother this fellow. He kept his mouth on Kate's cunt while he undressed. When he was naked he picked Kate off the desk and laid her on her stomach over the back of the office sofa with her ass sticking up in the air. When he laid Kate forward, it was the first chance I had to see the guy's cock. The only way to describe it is "huge". Kate and I have one black toy back home that compares, but it's rare for us to use it, it only comes out of the box on nights when I've got Kate all wound up, wet and wide open; which of course is what Kate was at this moment. The combination of Tommy's fucking, my watching and the oral foreplay had Kate ready. He took his cock and laid it on the opening of her cunt, spread the lips of her vagina with his fingers and started to push inside. He was half way in when he stopped and pulled back; he must have known his size shouldn't be rammed into a woman all at once, because he started to rock in and out without jamming the whole thing in. Kate has always told me the whole "big cock thing" was a guy fantasy, but she sure fooled me that night. She was going crazy while this guy fucked her. I know Kate was cumming hard, because by now the guy was shoving the entire length of his cock inside her and she wasn't protesting one bit. They fucked like that for a good fifteen minutes until the guy came. By this time I had my cock out of my pants and before Kate even had a minute to relax, I stuck my cock into her face and told her to suck me. I wish I could have lasted longer, but after what I'd witnessed the past hour, I'm lucky I lasted two minutes in Kate's mouth. As always, Kate acted like I was giving her the most expensive drink in the world and swallowed with relish. Almost as if he was watching, Tommy came back into the room and undressed again. He asked Kate what she thought of his friend Carter and while she was thanking him, Tommy pushed his hard cock inside her cunt. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, "because now I have a way you can show me how much you appreciate it." With that he took his cock out of her cunt, scooped up some cum with his fingers and wiped them off on the opening of her ass. He put the tip of his still wet cock on the opening and slowly entered her ass. The two of them bucked into each other until Tommy came in my wife for the second time that night. I had an opportunity to dip my cock inside her wet hole, but she had another idea. I was jealous when, instead of allowing me to fuck her, Kate said, "I've got to have Carter's cock in me one more time." She went over to Carter, who was sitting on the sofa, wrapped her hand around his cock and pumped long enough to get him hard again; then mounted him in the sitting position. I thought I'd bust my nut without even touching myself as I watched Kate bounce up and down on that cock. They stayed in that position for a while before Kate laid on her back. This whole time Kate seemed to be trying to get as much of Carter's cock inside her, she kept thrusting her hips towards his. They lasted longer this time and Tommy left after a minute, but came back right away with a bottle of whiskey and some shot glasses. "Might as well make ourselves comfortable," he said as he poured me a shot, "this could take a while." He filled our glasses and we toasted the fucking couple. Luckily, I used all my willpower to avoid stroking my cock while watching Kate get fucked because Kate had one more surprise for me that night. After what must have been two or three orgasms, she stopped, had Carter sit back up on the couch, straddled his legs and looked back at me. "Fuck my ass while he's inside me', she said. I jumped up and put my cock in her still dripping ass. With the double pounding Kate came a couple more times. Kate squeezed her ass muscles, I shot my load both inside her ass and on her backside. She must have squeezed her cunt muscles at the same time because Carter started to cum one last time. When his cock fell out, Kate's two holes released what looked like a cup of cum. While Kate fell back on the couch, Tommy filled three shot glasses. Carter, Tommy and I toasted the sexiest lady in New York. Kate Ch. 02 Kate and I caught our collective breath, calming ourselves after the great screw we'd just completed. I looked at her, admired the small and winsome breasts, noticed the seep of cum between her legs, the rosiness of her torso. Of course, my penis was a mess, for that was the source of the muck, and I imagine my skin was just as red with the passionate friction. Outside, the temperature was in the teens, and the drafts in the apartment were cooling us quicker than either one of us desired. I stirred, then stood, then gave her a hand to rise. I started gathering my clothes, she asked, "You don't have to leave yet, do you?" "No, I've got no place to go." "Stay for awhile then. We can warm up in bed." "I've had worse offers," I accepted. She grabbed the laptop, led me into her bedroom. It was decorated in typical girly fashion, lots of pinks, stuffed animals, Thomas Kinkaide on the walls. The queen size bed was covered with a huge goose down comforter, and we cuddled beneath it, allowing the warmth to seep into our bones. "Your feet are cold," she complained. "This is warm, though." "It should be, it's been humped pretty well. So, I take it this isn't the first time you did this?" she joked. "With you it is!" She looked at me in faux amazement. "Okay, once before, maybe twice." "Yeah, right." "And you?" "Oh, I've been around the block," she admitted, "It's a nice block to go round." "Yes, it certainly is," I concurred. "You know what I like almost as much as screwing?" "Let's see . . . broccoli? . . . the dentist? . . . taxes?" "Being read to in bed." "Really! And what do you like to read?" "In your case," she urged, "erotic fiction." "Oh, you got around to it?" "Yeah, I looked you up on ASSTR. You're good, graphic with out being too graphic, if you know what I mean. I read Backgammon for Blood, and the other two stories that went with it. So, what do you say? Read me a bedtime story . . . please?" I opened the laptop, brought up my stories on the web site, said, "Okay, this one is called Full Caribbean Moon. It's right for tonight because it's about a very warm place. 'The Carpentaria palms danced in the trade winds as the couple strolled barefoot . . .' while I read the six-thousand five-hundred words, Kate cuddled against my right side, fondling me and my now slack tool. When we got to the good part, she put a hand somewhere deep in the covers, and I stopped while she whimpered through another orgasm. It wasn't too long after that when I finished, 'Would you want me to?' 'Tonight is the full moon,' he curiously concluded." "Oh, that was nice. Was that something you've actually done? Gone to the Caribbean and let your wife take a lover?" "No, that was just a fantasy of mine. For a long time, I wondered about what it would be like knowing my wife was with another man." "It's a nice fantasy. I'll bet everybody who reads it thinks it's wonderful." "Oh, no, not at all." "Why not?" I brought up Literotica, let her read the comments people had left on the site. Some of them were complimentary or constructive in their criticisms, and I've always appreciated those notes, even if I didn't agree with the evaluation. It was the others that either irked me or amused me, depending on my mood at the moment. Kate reviewed the bad notes about Full Caribbean Moon. "So, they're upset because the woman is fooling around?" "I don't think so. They're upset because the husband is a cuckold, allows his wife to be with someone else. It doesn't fit into their idea of 'the proper thing to do.'" "And so they're rude." "Yep. That's the price of putting my work out there, I have to accept that some comments won't be nice. Do you notice that the really bad ones are mostly from people who won't post their names? I think they're chicken." "But if they don't like the stories, they don't have to read them. You've got enough stories out there by now. Don't your readers know by now what your style and plots are going to be like?" "I suppose so. But I guess the ones that are rude - they're losers, don't have anything better to do but to sit around and bitch about how other people don't share their 'values.' I've often wondered how they think married men are going to get laid in these stories if married women don't screw around. A few of the idiots have left their screen names, and I've looked at the stories they do like. It's pretty much 'He bumps into a girl, screws him, she screws somebody else, everybody screws.' Not much of a plot. A lot like the movies you see on Cinemax." "Screw them!" Kate pronounced. "You screw them, I don't care." By this time, we'd faced each other, and the feel of her skin on mine, and the idea of what we could do to each other was bringing my guy back to a semblance of life. We started kissing again, and before long she was down my torso and had my rod within her mouth. It was warm in there, and the rubbing of her lips and tongue on the shaft and head excited me, and soon the miracle had occurred - I was stiff enough to provide her pleasure. She climbed up on top, wriggled until she was at the proper attitude, and sunk down on me. Once again we were linked, and she moved to her own peculiar rhythm. Although I enjoyed stroking her, flicking a nipple or pulling on the waist, I knew I had no reason to expect anything other than the pleasure of a lovely female reveling with me; and that was pleasure enough. She was obviously practiced in the passionate art, and knew her own body well. She started slow, shifting her hips in a lazy movement, watching my face. Then, as her nerves pricked up, she closed her eyes, and began a forward and aft motion, altering every so often with an up and down transition. I watched her the skin above her breasts become rosy, her breath became labored, her eyes closed. I grabbed both nipples between thumb and forefinger, pressed forcefully, it sent her over the verge. Once more she came, hard it seemed, I wondered what it must be like to be a female in heat; unfortunately, it is something I'll never know. But it must be wonderful! She slowed her pace, collapsed on top of me. I pulled the comforter back up, covering her, warming her. She kissed me, quick pecks meant to assure me she had had a great time. Without the movement, my wand quickly lost it's firmness, plopped out of it's refuge. It was time for the toilet, washing up, I retreated to the living room and put my clothes back on. She came to me again, this time she was wrapped in a lush robe, slippers on her feet. "I really enjoyed it," she confessed, "and thanks for working on . . ." she paused, smiled, ". . . my iPod." "Never a problem, is there anything else you'd like me to work on?" "I can think of a couple of things," she laughed, escorted me to the door, gave me a final kiss. A finger pointed at my chin, landed gently on the cleft. "Call me." Kate Ch. 03 This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement, hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism welcomed. This is the third part of three. It will make more sense if you've read Chapters 1 and 2 first. Click on my author name above to see my list of stories. * * * * * We made it to the airport on time. Just. Meg's plane was on schedule and shortly after six she came through the gate and saw us waiting. Her face lit up and she hurried across to us, hugging and kissing Mike. "Oh baby! I've missed you," she cried, then turned to me and hugged me. "Oh, mom, it's good to be home!" "Good to have you home, sweetheart," I said, kissing her and hugging her back. "Where's your bag, honey?" asked Mike. Meg pointed. "The red one." "I'll get it," he said and set off for it. Meg turned to me, her eyes sparkling. "Now, mom, 'fucking incredible', I think you said. I hope you haven't worn the poor baby out!" "Your 'poor baby' is an insatiable ram, daughter, and I am jealous as hell." I smiled at her, then hugged her again. "I trust you brought 'Plastic Mike' safely home. I may need him tonight." "Safe and sound, mom. Come on, Mike's got my bag. Let's go home." We discussed plans on the way home and detoured to Mike's house. Meg and I waited while he went in and came out with his overnight bag and his books for college. It had been my idea. "Look," I'd said. "I do not have the slightest doubt that you two will want to go to bed and fu... Er, make love. Okay, get yourselves away as soon as we get in. I'll make dinner - something that won't spoil - then we can watch TV or something while you're getting your second wind, then bedtime, whenever, and the two of you can go off to college in the morning." And I will have to masturbate myself to sleep with 'Plastic Mike's help. The evening went more or less according to plan. When we got in, Meg and Mike went off to her room, Mike with an embarrassed backward glance - I gave him the finger and blew him a kiss! I busied myself with a tuna salad, because I had no idea how long they'd be. I guessed an hour, and I was close, because sixty-five minutes after they went upstairs they came back down, hand-in-hand, laughing and joking. Meg came over and kissed me. "Feed us, mom," she said. "Sex makes you hungry!" I laughed. "Supper's on the table. Come and eat." The three of us soon cleared what I'd prepared and I stacked the dishes in the dishwasher and went through to the sitting-room where Mike and Meg were sitting on the couch, Mike's arm around Meg. Meg grinned at me. "Mike's been telling me about your little photograph session. Imagine. My mom, taking photographs of herself being fucked by her daughter's boyfriend!" I flushed, embarrassed, but Meg untangled herself from Mike and came and hugged me. "I don't blame you, mom. I think I'd like to see what it looked like, being fucked I mean." She grinned. "Especially by someone with Mike's talent." We both looked at Mike, who flushed to find himself the centre of attention. "Mom?" said Meg thoughtfully. "Yes, sweetheart?" "Mike and I want you to shoot some nudes of me. Will you?" "If you like, sure. It's too late tonight, and you're back at college this week. If you want outdoor shots I'll do them as soon as you come home. Indoor shots, whenever you like." "I finish early tomorrow. Three o'clock. Mike has no classes in the afternoon. How about tomorrow?" "No problem. I only have to shoot three houses. I'll do them in the morning." "Oh, thanks, mom. That'll be great!" "One thing, sweetheart. Bra strap marks show for a long time. As soon as you get home, take a shower and put on one of my old hippy kaftans. Nothing else. It's light until almost ten, so if I start shooting around six the light will be interesting and the bra strap marks will have faded." "Will do, mom. Mom?" "Yes, sweetheart?" "Have you processed the pictures of Mike yet?" "I put them in the processor while you were upstairs. It should be done by now. Give me ten minutes." Truth time! I went down to the darkroom. The processor had finished its run and a processed and dried roll of transparencies waited for me. I cut the roll down to a more manageable size and slipped the strips into their sleeves. I took a deep breath and went back upstairs. I don't know what Mike had said before, but as I came back into the room I heard him say "...you and your mom, both, you're really wonderful women." "Well, thank you, Michael," I said. "It's nice to be appreciated." I glanced at what Meg was looking at and could feel myself flush. I glanced at Meg. "That's the second one. Did Mike tell you what he did with the first?" "Ah, no. I didn't," he said awkwardly. Hah! "He tore it up and gave it back to me," I said, with a sardonic smile. "Mike! You didn't!" exclaimed Meg. "Oh, but he did." I bent and kissed Mike then, quickly but with passion and a promise. "He made up for it, though. He said something like, 'if I still looked that good, he wanted to see the original'. I was delighted to show him!" "And I was delighted to see it, Kate. You and your daughter are both warm and wonderful women. I am delighted to have been of service," said Mike lightly. "Talking of service, I have here some transparencies of a certain Michael Hanson with no clothes on." I looked at Meg. "Meg, there are two shots of Mike fucking me. I make no apology, I needed him." I still do, given half a chance. "Mom, believe me, I want to see them, just as much as you do, in fact my pants are wet just thinking about it." I smiled fleetingly at her."Mine, too!" I said with feeling. I turned to the cabinet where I keep the transparency reader. I had found it tedious to set up a projector in a darkened room whenever I wanted to view just a few transparencies so I had bought a transparency reader which connected to our TV and allowed me to preview the images on the TV screen. I loaded up the first strip and turned on the TV. There was Mike in all his naked glory, looking defenceless without clothes. I'm proud of my camera technique. Those first nudes of Mike were tasteful and attractive. "Now comes the juicy bit," I muttered as I moved the next strip into place. Mike's erection was quite impressive on screen. I studied it with remembered lust as I moved through the pictures. The time came when only two pictures were left and I took a deep breath. "This one and the next, folks." As he had requested, Mike had been unrecognizable in the other 'hardon' shots. I couldn't say the same for this one. He had a look of pleasure on his face which almost matched my own. The two of us would be clearly recognizable to anyone seeing the picture. "Wow," whispered Meg. "Wow, indeed, sweetheart," I said. "I think I look like I was enjoying myself." "I do, that's for sure," said Mike, reaching for my hand with his free hand and squeezing my fingers. I moved on to the last picture. God, my pussy! It was the first time I'd ever seen it on film and from the glisten of Mike's prick I was in free flow. I think the first one was taken on the down stroke. This one was on the up, and my pussy lips were opened wide by Mike's cock. There was silence for a while, then I switched off the TV. I could feel my cheeks burning. I took a deep breath, then took the film strip from the reader, replacing it in its sleeve. I stood up. "These go in the safe," I said and then managed a feeble witticism. "And I go in the shower. A cold one, I think." I smiled at Meg and Mike. "Goodnight, children. Sweet sensations to you both." I left the room and went into my office, locking the transparencies in the safe, then went up to my room. In my bedroom, I stripped off my clothes and threw my underwear into the laundry basket in the corner of the bathroom. Out of curiosity I fingered my pussy. God, I was soaking! I turned the shower on and let it warm up for a moment, then stepped in and let the water run over me. I reflected on the day, over the past ten days in fact. From being a dutiful, caring mother of a teenage girl I seemed to have become a raving sex maniac, not only not caring about my daughter knowing but apparently actively encouraging her to be the same. I pondered. Not strictly true, I remembered myself at Meg's age. I couldn't get enough of Tom's prick. Tom was the only man who had ever fucked me, until Mike, yesterday. Yesterday! Was that all? Did it only take two days to turn me into a raving nympho? Jeeze! I wondered idly if there were any available men around town. None that moved in my circles, such as they were, that was for sure. Maybe I needed to take up some hobbies, like ... Like what? I had no idea. I turned off the shower and reached for a towel, drying myself carefully, then easing myself into bed still naked. There was something under my pillow and I reached for it. 'Plastic Mike'! Thanks, Meg, I'm gonna need this tonight! Next day, I went about my work in a somewhat abstracted state. I shot the house photos easily enough, then went home about eleven-thirty. No sooner was I in the door than the 'phone rang. "Kate?" "Yes?" "It's Danny." Danny Aiello, the editor of the Tribune. "There's a rush job on. Cy's already out. Can you take it?" "I need to be finished by four at the latest." "Not a problem. It's the civic opening of the new Mall extension. It's timed for one, which means two, so you should be finished by three!" "Okay, Danny. Am I formal?" "No, it's supposed to be a relaxed affair, Kate, so be comfortable." "Will do, Danny. I'll drop the pix off in the morning." "Thanks, Kate. See ya!" I scribbled a note for Meg to tell her I'd be home by four, then went off to do my civic duties. It was about three-fifty when I got home. No sign of Mike's pickup, and Meg was alone when I went in. Wearing one of my old kaftans, I noticed. Good girl! "Sorry, sweetheart," I said, giving her a quick hug, "a rush job for the paper. I'm free now, so just let me grab a coffee and we'll sort out how we plan to do the photographs. Mike not here?" "No. He 'phoned a little while ago." Meg grimaced. "He had to help his Uncle Bob. He'll be over about six." "Well, let's see if we can't surprise him with some pictures. Come on, baby girl, let's see if we can't turn out something sexy!" I started out by shooting conventional nudes. Nothing hidden, but no particular display. As far as I knew, Meg had never modeled before, certainly not nude, but she was a natural, hardly requiring any direction and I quickly got through a couple of rolls of film. I was sure that Mike would like the results. There was no doubt, my baby girl was a looker. I had a thought and paused, leaning on the camera. "Meg, honey?" "Yes, mom?" "Do you think Mike would like a strip-tease sequence?" "I think he'd go ape, mom!" Meg grinned vividly. "Well?" "Let's do it!" So I shot a sequence which when Mike saw it, looked as if Meg had stripped for me. In reality, I had her get dressed for the camera, shooting the sequence in reverse order, so that she finished up fully clothed. "I think I'll keep these on, mom," Meg said when we'd finished. "Can you have the photographs processed before Mike gets here?" "Five-ten. If I load the processor now, they should be done before Mike arrives, if he's not coming until six." "Would you, mom?" Meg grinned. "I'll cook dinner." "Deal, baby!" I said, grabbing the rolls of film. I had the films in the processor and Meg had dinner started when Mike showed up, but neither of us was finished as it was only five-twenty. There was someone in the pickup with Mike and whoever it was drove off as Mike came in. "Hi, sweetheart," he said, kissing Meg. "Hi, Kate." "Hi, yourself. Don't I rate a kiss?" "Of course." Quick and light, but it still made my pussy tingle. "I've taken some shots of Meg, they're in the processor. Should be ready by six." "Great!" He grinned at us both, eyes sparkling. We ate at six and at six-thirty had the pictures in the TV viewer. Mike watched in absorption while I ran through them. We went through them quickly as he wanted to take Meg out to the college basketball finals. "I need to study those," he said, winking at me. "Serious research. Take me weeks." Meg aimed a mock blow at him, then kissed him. "Don't forget to compare the pictures with the original." "No way!" "Mom?" said Meg. "Yes, honey?" "Can we take the car? It means a cab otherwise, because Mike's Uncle Bob has his pickup." "Is that who was in the truck? Yes, of course. I'm in for the evening now. Here's the keys." Mike and Meg were away by seven-thirty and I decided to have a swim. Naked of course. I was really getting into the nude swimmer thing, now that I didn't need to cover up when Mike was around. It was about eight-twenty when I went into the pool and I just trawled up and down for a while, enjoying the feeling of exercise. I was startled when the doorbell rang and for some reason assumed it was Mike and Meg come back early for some reason. I swam to the intercom, said, "In the pool. Come on through," and pressed the door release. I went back to my swimming and was heading away from the house when movement caused me to glance over my shoulder. Oh shit! It wasn't Mike and Meg at all! It was a man, a stranger! "I'm sorry," he began, but I interrupted him. "I'm sorry," I said, "I thought it was my daughter, forgotten her key again." I looked over my shoulder at him. "There's a robe on the lounger. Would you put it down near the steps and turn your back please?" I said. "Of course," he said. I waited a moment then looked round. He'd put the robe beside the steps as I asked and was carefully studying the stucco on the wall which sheltered the pool. I grabbed the robe and pulled it over my wet body. "All right, you can turn around now," I said. He did and I was faintly unnerved by the frank admiration in his eyes. "May I help you, Mr?" I began. "Larson, Bob Larson," he said and the vague familiarity crystallized. "Larson! I know you, you're Mike's uncle!" "That's right. I borrowed his pickup. He said he was staying here tonight, so I brought it back. I put my bike in the back, transport home." he smiled. A good smile. Reminded me of Tom's. I smiled back at him. "Meg and Mike went out about half an hour ago. Basketball match, I think." I gestured towards the house. "Let me offer you a coffee or something, I'm usually a better hostess than this." "You don't need to..." he began, but I waved him to silence. "We don't get so many visitors that we turn them away. If you'll go through into the other room, I'll start the coffee and then put some clothes on." I flushed. "I'm sorry for the reception. I like swimming nude, it feels so much better." And why did I say that, I wondered. "I know what you mean," he said, smiling. "I won't be a moment," I said and went off to get changed. I didn't bother being clever, just had a very quick shower to rinse off, then towelled myself dry, threw on some underwear, jeans and a sweatshirt, and combed my hair out. I knew it would take a while to dry, so I just left it loose. When I went downstairs I found Bob Larson looking at the photographs in the living-room. He had the photograph of me and Tom in his hand. "My late husband," I said. I think I startled hum. "Late?" he asked. I took the picture from him and looked at it, remembering, before putting it back in its place. "He was killed in a car accident about four years ago." "I'm sorry, I didn't know," he said gently. "No reason why you should. Coffee?" "Please." I made the coffee and we chatted for about half an hour before he left. I had enjoyed his company and found myself wondering how he kissed, whether he'd be any good in bed, that sort of thing, then told myself not to be ridiculous, that he'd only accepted a coffee to be polite. I was fantasizing if I thought anything else. I sighed, thinking that at least he was an eligible escort for a lonely widow, because I knew he was divorced. It wasn't long after that when Mike and Meg came back. We watched TV for a while and then went to bed. At least I had 'Plastic Mike' for company. I fucked myself with him twice before I could sleep. Over the next few days I found myself thinking about Bob Larson a lot, remembering his smile, his shaggy brown hair, touched with gray at the temples, his lopsided grin, his slow drawl of a voice. Despite the fact that he was somehow always on my mind and I was beginning to wonder how I could contrive to accidentally bump into him, it was a surprise when Meg answered the 'phone beside the pool on the Thursday evening. Mike was studying at home and Meg and I had been swimming. Naked, of course. The 'phone rang and Meg answered it as she was nearest. "Hello?" She paused, then continued, "No, it's Meg. Hold on, please." She glanced towards me, holding out the phone. "Mom, phone for you." She gave me a grin, mouthing 'it's a man' silently. "Hello?" I said, curious. "Hi," said a remembered voice, sending a keen shock through me. "It's Bob Larson." "Hello, Mr Larson. What can I do for you?" Fuck you, maybe? Down, girl! "Mrs Evans. Do you mind if I call you Kathleen?" "Yes," I said, "I prefer Kate." He laughed. "Kate. Kate, would you consider doing me a great favor." "Such as?" "Will you have dinner with me?" Yes! I paused, trying to remember my schedule, then asked, "When?" "Tomorrow, Saturday, whenever." "I'm working tomorrow and Saturday," I said. Damn! There was a short pause, then he said, "It's seven-fifteen now. If I picked you up at eight-thirty, how about tonight?" Don't be too eager, girl. Be cool! Huh! "I'd love to. Eight-thirty. Formal or casual?" "Casual suit you?" "Fine. I prefer sneakers to heels every time." But I'm partial to garter belts with the right man around. "Great. See you at eight-thirty." I hung up and looked at Meg. "Will you be all right by yourself, hon?" "No sweat, mom, Mike will be here at eight. You going out?" I put my hand on my hip and struck a pose. "Your mom has a date!" "Hey! Anyone I know?" "Mike's Uncle Bob." "Oh, great! He's nice." "Yes, baby, I think so too." I paused for a moment, lost in thought. Meg grinned at me. "I just know he'd love to see you like that, mom, but don't you think you should put some clothes on?" "You're probably right, baby. Perhaps I should." I smiled at Meg and went up to my bathroom for a shower. When I'd finished, I studied my wardrobe. Sneakers, I'd said. Well, perhaps not. I picked out a bra and panties set in pale blue, decided not to wear stockings or pantyhose and picked out a reasonably demure pleated green skirt and plain white blouse. I wasn't kidding about the heels and picked out a comfortable pair of tan loafers. Before I dressed I added a touch of perfume to various spots of my anatomy, including one or two which no self-respecting widow should expect a man to reach on a first date. I was just fastening the last buttons on the blouse when the doorbell rang, so I quickly wrapped the skirt around myself and kicked my feet into the loafers. Meg had opened the door and let Bob in and his face lit up when I walked in. 'He wants me', I thought, and felt a glow spread through me. "Kate, you look lovely," he said. I smiled and just said simply, "Thank you," then picked up my purse up, took my shawl from the back of the couch and smiled at him. "Okay," I said. "Let's go." I stooped and kissed Megan. "Bye, sweetheart. If I'm late I'll see you at breakfast." We went out. I'm not sure what I was expecting in the way of transport, but the black Porsche took me by surprise. I smiled at Bob. "Impressive." Kate Ch. 03 Chapter 3: The Nipple Clamps Before Kate had a chance to react, Jake was behind her. He held both her wrists in his left hand, and twisted her arms at an awkward angle behind her back which made it impossible for her to squirm away. His other hand was tangled in her long shiny hair, yanking her head back painfully. He pulled her over to the frightening metal table and pushed her down on her back, now holding her hands firmly above her head. Writhing on the hard surface, Kate tried vehemently to resist him, kicking about wildly. But before she knew it, Jake was sitting on top of her legs, and she was unable to move much at all. Now defenceless, she could only lay there as he expertly secured her wrists to the table with the leather straps that were attached to it. Once that had been accomplished, he climbed off of Kate and moved to the foot of the table. With her hands tightly secured above her head, she felt more vulnerable than she ever had before. Just as Kate was trying to block out the shame she felt at being forced to lie there submissively with her unsupported breasts straining against the thin material of her top, she felt something on her ankle. Looking down, she saw that Jake had strapped it to a spreader bar. She tried to kick him with her unrestrained foot, but he anticipated such a move and grabbed her by the heel in mid-kick. He pulled the foot so that she was spread wide open, then attached it to the other end of the modesty-stealing device. Kate was now lying on the table with her arms tied up and her legs spread wide, her only protection being a pair of flimsy white cotton panties and a thin white tank top. Apparently not yet satisfied with her level of humiliation, Jake went to the closet and came back with a large mirror which he placed between her spread legs. Looking into the mirror, Kate found that she had an unobstructed view of her panty-covered mound. Jake now stood beside the table, taking in her reaction. He grinned smugly and said, "I think I'm glad you decided you wouldn't cooperate. This is fun. If you could only see how much you're blushing right now . . . oh, wait, you can!" He motioned to the strategically-placed mirror and chuckled, then his hands were on Kate's inner thighs, stroking and kneading the soft flesh, working their way upward. As Jake's roaming hands found the material of her panties, she tried to close her legs, but found it impossible to do with the spreader bar in place. She jumped when his fingers made contact. He casually ran them over her, gently tucking the material into the folds of her sex, so that her pussy lips bulged obscenely over the fabric. He was in no hurry. He was enjoying the suspense, enjoying watching her squirm, loving every second of her humiliation. Kate wanted to kill him. Deciding he'd had enough, he moved to the waistband of her panties, and in one smooth motion, tore the elastic and pulled the panties from her sweating body. Then his fingers were on her lips, spreading her open for inspection. Upon peering into her violated sex, he commented, "I can't believe how wet you are. You must really be enjoying this, you little slut." With that, he pushed his middle finger along her slit, collecting all of the moisture he could, then brought his finger to her nose so that she could smell herself on him. Then he pushed his finger roughly into her mouth so that she could lick it clean. She bit him. She didn't give any thought to the repercussions, she just saw an opportunity and took it. Cursing, he jerked his hand away and inspected the wound. Although she hadn't drawn blood, there was redness and he could see the indentation from her teeth imprinted in his skin. When he turned his attention back to her, she could see a glimmer in his eye that she didn't like one bit. "I - I'm sorry," she stammered, hoping to make up before he decided to get even. He acted like he hadn't heard her and went to the closet once again. When he returned, he was carrying a box. Then he tore off her shirt, leaving her completely naked and exposed to his ministrations, and began mauling her breasts. Once her nipples perked up again, he seized them both between his thumbs and index fingers and pinched them, pulling them from her breasts repeatedly. Oddly, it felt good. Kate tried to ignore the sensation of his fingers abusing her nipples, but pretty soon she was wriggling around, having to bite her bottom lip to keep from moaning. She hated that he knew just how aroused he was making her. Jake reached into the box, pulled out a clip of some sort, and stretched her left nipple from her body once again. Then, without ceremony, he clamped the teeth of the clip cruelly into her flesh, causing the stunned nipple to flatten out, the dark pink bud standing out shamelessly against the white flesh of her breast. "AAAEEEEIIIII!" Kate screeched, oblivious to everything but the sudden jolt of pain she was experiencing. "Take it off, take it off! I'll do anything you want, just take it off!" "You're already going to do everything I want, Sweetheart," he reminded her. "Sorry, no deal." Disregarding her pleas, he repeated the violation on her other nipple, relishing her discomfort, knowing that it only served to reinforce his power over her. He adored this part, the part where he broke the girl. It was an ego-pumper, sure, but it was also so much more than that . . . Moving back to her damp sex, he slipped first one finger and then two into her tight hole. "You a virgin?" He grunted as he began to thrust his two thick fingers in and out of her, causing her vagina to make a sloppy wet sucking sound. When she didn't answer, he pulled on her nipple clamps, causing her to cry out in pain. "I asked you a question." "YES, YES I'M A VIRGIN, NOW PLEASE, STOP THAT!" He stopped and regarded her thoughtfully, his growing excitement now blatantly evident. "Well, well," he announced, "it looks like we're going to have even more fun than I'd anticipated." Kate Ch. 03 In Chapter 1 my wife Kate surprised me by finally letting a strange man fuck her during our Palm Springs vacation. In Chapter 2, she took the fantasy to the next level by spending an evening as the fuck toy for two black men, one of them had what could be described as a "porn-sized" cock. Chapter 3 deals with my emotional difficulties now that Kate fulfilled the fantasy. Anyone who has contemplated sharing his wife with another man may want to reconsider; things change after the fantasy becomes a reality. For years I've been reading letters on the Internet and in Penthouse about men whose wives turned into sluts; I either didn't read or ignored any bad endings. I thought I could handle watching my wife fuck a stranger from time to time - real life turned out to be much more difficult. I woke up after our night at Tommy's New York bar with the worse damn hangover and it wasn't just from the booze. I spent fifteen years of marriage telling Kate it turned me on to fantasize about her getting fucked by another man or men. She finally took me up on it in Palm Springs and I was able to live with it, but her actions at Tommy's were different. That night Kate went into Tommy's office on her own, leaving me sitting at the bar. Was it her intention to have me walk in and catch her getting fucked? Or did she just want to get fucked so bad that she didn't care one way or another? To make matters worse, she had fucked Tommy's friend Carter a second time while I stood there pulling my pud. Kate had finally asked me to fuck her ass while Carter fucked her cunt, but when I sobered up, it really pissed me off. I kept thinking about her bouncing between the two of them, especially the way she had practically worshiped Carter's giant cock. The last thing I ever wanted to be was a cuckold and that's how I was feeling. Kate and I spent the remainder of our week in New York without going back to Tommy's bar and I spent the week trying to be the best damn lover in the world. I ate her while fingering her asshole, I'd climb in the shower and fuck her from behind, I woke her in the middle of the night for a quickie. Kate responded to my seductions and we carried on like newlyweds, but in the back of my mind, I felt she had crossed a line. After we flew home new suspicions crept into my mind; I became paranoid. I arranged her dildo collection in a way that if one was moved, I'd know it. After two weeks nothing changed, so she wasn't using them when I wasn't home. It then occurred to me Kate didn't use the dildos because she had a lover. This drove me crazy, so I hired a private detective to follow her. I had gone from being a loving, trustful husband into being a raving lunatic. It cost me $3000 to have the guy chase Kate around for a week. He reported back that nothing out of the ordinary had happened. In my paranoid state I wondered if I could trust the guy, maybe they worked out a deal and Kate was fucking the detective, too. So I made up some excuses at work and spent a week following Kate myself. I had to know if she was being unfaithful. Now, if this was a story in Penthouse, I would have found my wife pulling a train with the detective and a couple co-workers. In those stories, the husband always watches his wife get it in every hole while he hides in the closet or peeks through a crack in the window shade. He has a great time beating off watching his slut wife take every load. Sorry, that's not what happened. Kate went to work, went to her gym and when she had to work late one night, she was working by herself at the office. So maybe there was hope for our marriage. First, I needed to get over my insane jealousy and suspicions. The only way to make that happen was to talk to her about where our marriage was heading. Kate came home one night to flowers and candles on the dining room table. I prepared a great meal and poured two glasses of wine. After dinner and more wine to give me the courage to "share my feelings" I told Kate about how pissed I was when she had fucked Tommy and Carter in New York. She told me that she never would have done it if I hadn't spent 15 years trying to convince her to fuck someone with a giant cock. She just happened to find the occasion as exciting as she had remembered it. What did I just hear? "Excuse me - as exciting as you remembered it?" "Well," she replied, "as long as we're sharing, I might as well tell you the whole truth. You've been asking me since we met about my past and I haven't told you everything. It's time you knew what I was like before you and before my first marriage." I sat in silence, I wonder if my mouth was hanging open. It's true, I had asked Kate to tell me about her past sexual experiences and she always told me bits and pieces, but I always expected there was more to the story and now I was about to hear it. "Go ahead." Kate took another sip of wine, building the suspense, and then began: "I told you about Wes, the football player I dated during college. He was a big, white farm boy and captain of the offensive squad, what I didn't tell you about was how I got involved with Shawn, the captain of the defensive squad. "Shawn was a linebacker, he was black and he was big, 6'4" and 260 pounds of muscle. He took every opportunity to spend time with me whenever we ended up at the same party or football function. Wes didn't seem to notice, he was pretty wrapped up in himself - big man on campus attitude. Wes would be basking in the attention of some reporter, especially when the reporter was wearing a skirt, and I'd end up by myself, I wasn't popular with any of the other girlfriends. Shawn would appear by my side, we'd talk about things; unlike with Wes, our conversations weren't centered on him, Shawn actually seemed interested in what I was saying. Shawn knew what he was doing; he'd gently wrap one of his hands around my forearm or on my waist. His hands were huge, I was the typical college white girl, afraid to say anything out of fear he'd think I was a bigot. "It went on all through the football season. I was attracted to Shawn, but this was still in the days when interracial couples were an oddity, especially in the town I grew up in. So I stayed faithful to Wes despite my attraction to Shawn. "This changed the day the football team had its post season party. We all went to the house of one of the players whose family was rich; they lived in a large house on the water complete with a swimming pool. The parents were on vacation and the booze was flowing. It was warm enough to hang out at the pool in our bathing suits. As usual, I was wearing a white bikini, trying to make certain Wes would pay attention to me. But Wes was Wes and some girl with a smaller bikini and bigger tits was flirting with him and he was eating it up. "After two years of this shit, I finally had enough. So, when Shawn came over and led me into the house, I followed him like a puppy. We went upstairs into one of the bedrooms and it was the first time we kissed. That first kiss is all it took for me to know we weren't going to stop until he screwed me. "He picked me up, sat me on a dresser, pulled my top off and wrapped his huge hands around my breasts. I was humping my crouch against his, trying to get off. Before I could, Shawn pulled our bottoms off. He put one hand behind my back and used the other to guide himself into me. "The little white girl in me was too afraid to look down to see what was happening; I couldn't believe I was doing this with a black man. That's why I was surprised when Shawn's cock stuffed and stretched me more than Wes'. Shawn started to move in and out, every time he pushed forward, it felt like he was going farther in than the last time. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore; I looked down and couldn't believe my eyes. Shawn's cock was so large; the size of Wes' cock never seemed relevant to me, when Wes was inside me it was about the emotion because I loved him. This was different, with Shawn inside me it was about the fucking. I came for the first time without having to touch myself. And I kept on coming until I felt him burst inside of me. "After our orgasms, I started to panic. When Shawn's cock slipped out of me, I threw my bikini back on and ran out the room. But as I walked down the stairs I realized how wet my crouch was, I looked down to find my bikini bottom absolutely soaked. Everyone would know what happened if they saw the dark spot on my white bikini, so I ran down the stairs, out to the patio and dove into the pool. The water did the trick, I got out of the pool, found Wes and asked him to take me home. "When we got to my apartment, Wes wouldn't take no for an answer. He insisted we have sex. That was the first time I ended up screwing Wes and Shawn on the same day, often within hours of each other. I still don't know why it took Wes so long to catch on. Over the next three months I was screwing both Wes and Shawn. Wes seemed oblivious, but Shawn got a real charge out of screwing me after Wes, he said it made me "primed" for his dick. "When Wes did figure it out, it was ugly, one of the team clued him in. Wes busted down Shawn's door while we were in bed and caught me on my hands and knees with Shawn pumping away from behind. He screamed at me, called me a slut and told Shawn to leave us alone. I was scared for a minute, but instead of hitting me, Wes dropped his pants and fucked me for the last time. He fucked me while calling me a slut over and over again. He came, walked out and it was the last time we ever talked to one another. The amazing thing is, that's the only time I came screwing Wes without playing with my clit. "After Wes left Shawn walked back into the room and asked if I was OK. I told him I would be as soon as he put his cock back in me. "For the next month I spent every night at Shawn's house. One night he spent a couple hours teasing me; he'd eat me, play with my clit, stick his fingers in me; everything but put his cock in me. I was practically begging to get fucked when he said he had a surprise for me. Before I had a chance to ask, Shawn got off the bed and opened the bedroom door. Shawn's roommate Casey was standing in the door way, naked. Shawn let Casey in and told me to get on my back and spread my legs. The worst part about it, I didn't hesitate, I did what Shawn told me and let Casey fuck me. That night I was introduced to double penetration. Shawn and Casey spent half the night fucking me while I sucked the other. At one point while Casey was inside me, Shawn came up behind me and stuck his finger in my ass. I think I woke their neighbors up because I heard someone pounding on the apartment wall yelling to keep it down. "I was hooked, I let the two of them use me like a whore. Because Casey wasn't as large as Shawn, he was the first man to actually fuck my ass. And within days of loosing my anal virginity, the two of them double fucked me, Shawn in my vagina and Casey in my ass. "This went on for two months before my conscience and events caught up with me, I was spending so much time at Shawn and Casey's apartment, my grades were suffering and I was in danger of not graduating. One day my older brother stopped by my apartment for a visit; my roommate told him I wasn't there and she didn't have a clue when I'd be back. My brother Ken went to Wes' apartment thinking that's where I'd be; I never told my brother we were broken up. Wes gave him Shawn's address. I'm sure Wes got a big laugh out of ratting me out to my brother. When Ken showed up at Shawn's apartment, I was just rolling out of bed with Casey. "Everything pretty much crashed that evening. I spent the next couple of days with my brother, kind of an intervention, and ignored all the sexual cravings. I graduated, moved out here and met my first husband. Jeff had no desire to share his wife with another man. He would have gone ballistic if he knew about Shawn and Casey; he'd go ballistic if he caught me talking to another man. I spent the whole ten years of our marriage being the faithful, dutiful wife. Given my upbringing, it really wasn't that tough. "You know the rest. Ken and I divorced because he fell in love with his secretary. I dated a couple of men before I met you, but I repressed the old urges to become a whore because I was still ashamed of what I did in college. "Even when you started to tell me your fantasy of sharing me with another man, I repressed it. I thought for sure that if we ever carried through with it, you'd regret it and I'd end up loosing you. That's why this is so tough for me. I did exactly what you always said you wanted me to do, I fucked Zack in the desert and Tommy and Carter in New York. If anyone has a right to be pissed, it's me because all I did was act out your fantasies and yes, I enjoyed it. Those repressed urges snapped that day hiking in the desert, but it never would have happened if you hadn't continuously brought it up. And now that it's happened, I have to be honest and tell you I enjoy having a stranger fuck me while you watch, I enjoy being the center of attention, having multiple cocks to choose from, and especially the double penetration, having one cock in my cunt and yours in my ass." Kate told me the entire story without an interruption. Now she sat looking at me; it was obvious the ball was in my court; our marriage would depend on how I reacted to her confession. I ignored my hard on, part of me wanted to carry her upstairs and fuck her silly, I let the "smart Bill" prevail. I told Kate how much I loved her, how much I wanted our marriage to work, and how willing I was to come to some kind of agreement, as long as I didn't end up the cuckold. If I was a cuckold, she wouldn't like or respect me and our marriage was built on our friendship and on mutual respect just as much as it was built on our love and physical attraction to each other. "Then we'll never screw around close to home and we don't have to make it the center of every vacation," Kate said, "but I want to continue getting fucked by a stranger when we're out of town if the right opportunity presents itself. Can you live with that?" Kate then suggested something I never thought I'd hear from her, "Would you feel any better about this arrangement if we found another couple to swap with? That way you'd have a chance to fuck a new gal." For the second time that evening you could have knocked me over with a feather. We've had opportunities to swap with couples at some of the more risqué nudist resorts. But Kate and I always bowed out when the heavy action started. Once we saw the tell tale signs, the men and women pairing off with someone else's spouse, we'd excuse ourselves, go to our own room, and fuck like rabbits. Now Kate was suggesting we could take advantage of it, if the circumstances were right. And that's what we did. I booked our next vacation at a nude resort in the Caribbean, one where we had been in the past and I knew would present opportunities to swap with other couples. Kate Ch. 04 Chapter 04: The Facial "How do you envision your first time?" Jake asked Kate curiously as his fingers continued to lightly trace her wet pussy lips. "What do you mean?" Kate whispered apprehensively, her voice barely audible. "Let me put it this way: when you're at home lying in bed with your fingers buried in that tight little cunt of yours, what's running through your head? What makes your cute little cunt gush? What brings out the whore in you?" Kate turned a furious shade of crimson and didn't answer. Jake saw this and liked it. "What's the matter, Sweetheart?" He taunted her. "Don't you like it when I talk dirty? Would you rather be the one who's talking dirty? I want to know what you're thinking. I want to know what turns you on." When she didn't answer, he gave both of her nipple clamps another cruel tug, then slipped two fingers of one hand back inside of her. With his other hand he sought out her clit, which by that time was erect and swollen, tapping it lightly when he found it. She whimpered, unable to contain herself. "Does that feel good?" He murmured, his voice becoming hoarse and lust-ridden. "Are you going to answer me this time, Baby, or should I ‘negotiate' with your tits some more?" "It feels good," she mumbled, degraded. "Do you like it when I play with your clit?" He pressed, unwilling to back down just yet. "Yes." "Look in the mirror. Your clit is standing straight up, hard and begging for attention! Would you like me to put a clamp on it, like I did to your nipples?" "NO!" Kate began to struggle unabashedly now, convinced that there was no way that she could withstand the pain of a clamp on the most sensitive part of her body. He placed a hand on her forehead soothingly and stroked her hair. "Then will you cooperate with me?" When she had promised to do as he said, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his bulging erection. Kate winced as she envisioned him forcing that monstrous thing inside of her, but it seemed that he had decided to go easy on her, at least for the time being. He bypassed her lower body and stood behind her, so that his penis hung over her face. Apparently he was still leery of her teeth, for he didn't even try to put himself into her mouth. As he began to masturbate himself inches from her eyes, he ordered, "I want you to pay attention. Next time it'll be you doing this, and you'd better do a good job of it or else I'll make you sorry. As for now, I want you to lay very still, and open your mouth." Kate did as asked, although she felt a bit foolish just laying there with her mouth hanging wide open. She watched as his right hand slid over his cock faster and faster, his left hand lightly gripping the base, and heard his gasps of breath become more urgent. As he reached his climax, a stream of semen hit her square in the face. It took everything she had to not turn her head to shield herself, but to instead remain still and obedient. He dangled his penis only millimeters from her face and shot the rest of his load into her mouth. She gagged as the warm, vile liquid assaulted her taste buds and collected in a pool at the back of her throat. She shut her mouth, but then remembered the threat of the clit torture, so opened it once again, allowing him to defile her yet again. "Swallow it, bitch." She reluctantly swallowed, feeling sick as she did so. It wasn't the semen itself that made her feel ill so much as the principle of the matter. She had no option but to swallow it, because she knew that if she didn't do it this time, he'd make her do it again, and again, and again, until he was satisfied. She hated that he controlled her to such an extent that he even decided when and what she would swallow. Without a word, he zipped up his pants, turned off the lights, and left the room, shutting the door behind him. As she lay there in the dark with semen coating her face and hair, bound to the cold metal table in the middle of God knew where, with the taste of Jake still lingering on her tongue, Kate had to wonder if she had any shred of dignity left for him to take. If she did, she knew it would only be a matter of time before he had stolen it. Kate Ch. 05 Chapter 5: The Bath When Jake returned a while later, Kate was dozing off. She awoke with a start as he turned on the lights, disoriented and wide-eyed. "Shhh," he comforted her, waiting patiently for her to remember where she was. "It's okay, Sweetheart." Once she was a bit calmer, he approached the table and untied her hands, helping her to sit up. Then he offered her a glass of water, which she gulped down thirstily, her parched throat thanking her. When she had finished, he took the glass from her, then untied her feet and helped her down from the table. She wobbled a bit, weak from the "excitement" of the day. He wrapped an arm around her for support and guided her towards the door. "Where are we going?" She mumbled sleepily, ending the question in a yawn. "It's time we clean you up," he replied, opening a door down the hall to reveal a bathroom. She saw that the bath had already been drawn, and didn't put up much of a fight as he had her step into the tub, then sat her down. When he picked up a washcloth, though, she started to protest. "I can take it from here," she insisted, trying to take the washcloth from him. Instead of answering, he began to rub it over her shoulders and back. When she figured out that her protests weren't doing any good, she decided she may as well stop. What he was doing felt kind of relaxing, anyway. He reached up and quickly removed the clamps from her nipples. The pain, which had subsided to a dull throbbing, now assaulted her senses once more, and she yelped. He cupped the sides of her breasts in his hands and caressed her tender nipples with his thumbs, slowly easing the biting pain away until it was once again nothing more than a dull throb. Jake cleaned the semen from her face, then washed her hair, careful not to get soap in her eyes. Kate let down her guard a bit and allowed him to bathe her without a struggle, not realizing that it was intimacy that he was after. He wanted to claim her body as his own, yes, and he wanted her pride, too. But he didn't just want sex and power, he also wanted to be intimate with her. He knew that intimacy was one thing which he could not force from her, not even through terror and threats. This, though. This was a significant step toward achieving intimacy with the lovely girl, and she didn't even realize that she was losing yet another battle. He never wanted this encounter to end. When he had rinsed the shampoo from her hair, Jake had Kate lie down in the bathtub. He then produced a razor and a bottle of shaving lotion. When she saw this, she bolted up and moved to climb out of the tub. He pushed her back down. "Be still or you'll get cut," he hissed. Once she had settled down, he lathered her up and began to carefully shave her light brown pubic hair off. He took his time, being sure to do a thorough job, and taking care not to break her skin. He shaved all along her slit, right up to her anus, making sure that she'd be completely bald there when he was done with her. Kate couldn't believe this was happening. While she'd been laying strapped to that table with her legs spread open, she'd thought there was no way on earth that she could possibly feel any more naked, or vulnerable. Now, as she looked down at her naked genitals, she knew she'd been wrong. At least she'd had a bit of hair to preserve a portion of her modesty, no matter how small or insignificant. Now, though, the next time he strapped her to that horrible table - and she had no doubt that he would - he'd be able to see everything. Upon finishing, Jake sat back to admire his handiwork, then commanded, "touch it." Kate slid one shaking hand down her body until she reached her freshly shaved vulva. It felt smooth and soft. "Good girl. Now I want to see you cum on your fingers." Kate stared at him incredulously. "I can't do that! Not here . . . not in front of you." "Oh, okay," he agreed. "That's fine. I can just put a clamp on your clit and pull on it until you orgasm, then." He reached for one of the newly removed nipple clamps. "NO! No . . . I'll do it." She told him reluctantly. Moving her hand farther down, she parted her now smooth pussy lips, feeling that they were still slimy from her earlier arousal. She rubbed her index finger around her clit in a circular motion, the jolts of electricity it sent shooting up her spine causing her body to jerk a bit. She found a rhythm then, and continued to tease her clitoris as Jake looked on. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but knowing that he was watching turned her on even more. Seeing that she was nearing her climax, Jake instructed, "put a couple of fingers inside yourself before you finish." Kate didn't think she could refuse even if she wanted to. She was far too horny to think about anything but her impending orgasm, so, as she fingered her clit with one hand, she pushed first one and then a second finger into her vagina, easily sinking them into her dripping hole up to the knuckles. As her orgasm hit her, she cried out, arching her back and thrusting her smarting breasts into the air. Jake regarded all of this politely, not interfering, waiting for her waves of pleasure to subside. When he saw that she was finished, he slowly clapped his hands. "Nice show," he told her, noting the tears of shame that were welling up in her eyes. "That was an excellent prelude to what I have in store for you." Kate Ch. 06 After her bath, Jake took Kate into the living room. Still nude, she asked him if she could put her clothes back on, but he denied her request, simply stating that he liked to watch her ass cheeks jiggle when she walked too much for that. He built a fire in the small fireplace, instead. The heat it generated helped to alleviate Kate's chills, but not her embarrassment at having to walk around naked while Jake remained fully clothed and as condescending as ever, his eyes constantly violating her body even when his hands were nowhere near her. Jake made her lay down on the couch, and, sitting on the floor by her side, began to methodically kiss and lick her jaw, slowly working his way down her neck and across her throat until he reached her breasts. Kate lay quiet, lost in her own thoughts as he took her nipple into his mouth and began to suck on it, delicately at first, then increasingly harder. She began to wince as his lips gripped the tiny pebble-like morsel more firmly, as she was still sensitive from the clips he had assaulted her with earlier. He was molesting her other breast with his fingertips as he did this, and the combination of pain and forbidden pleasure confused Kate. She wasn't supposed to like this - he was sexually assaulting her. Only a slut would derive so much pleasure out of being abused this way, right? Of course this was not true; Kate couldn't help her body's reactions to Jake's teasing fingertips. But somewhere along the way, Jake had instilled this notion in Kate, wanting her to be as disgraced as possible by the things he was doing to her body . . . and her mind. It had worked, and Kate hated herself for getting herself into this situation, and for reacting so strongly to his advances. Just then, Jake raked his teeth over her nipple savagely, tearing her from her thoughts. She wailed and pushed his head away. She expected him to force himself on her again and prepared herself for yet another struggle, but he left her chest alone, deciding to concentrate on her stomach instead. Kate wished he would do something else, even if it involved inflicting more pain on her now stinging nipples. She had always despised her stomach. She was painfully aware that she didn't have abs like Britney Spears' - most girls don't, but that wasn't the issue - and no matter how many crunches she did, she couldn't seem to get rid of the extra layer of flab around her mid section which prevented her from wearing bikinis and fitted tops with confidence. It seemed that Jake had somehow managed to zero in on one of her biggest insecurities, and was now exploiting it with glee, plunging his tongue in and out of her belly button as if it were a mini-vagina. Kate wanted to disappear. Finally, Kate experienced her first stroke of good luck since the nightmare had begun: a phone rang. Jake looked irritated, but quit tongue-fucking her belly button and walked into the kitchen where he unlocked a briefcase and pulled out a cell phone. Turning his back on her, he began to converse with whomever was calling in a hushed, annoyed tone. Temporarily forgotten, Kate wasted no time in soundlessly slipping off of the couch and tiptoing to the front door of the cabin. This was her chance. If she could only make it out the door, she could flag down traffic and get help, then it would all be finished with and she could wake up from this nightmare. It almost seemed too good to be true, but there it was: Her hand reaching out for the doorknob. Behind her, she could hear Jake still speaking in a low voice, unaware of what was taking place only a few feet away. She turned the handle noiselessly and pulled, but to her horror, the door wouldn't budge. It was then that she saw that it was dead bolted shut. Frustrated, she hurried to unlock it, but found that her fingers weren't strong enough to push the sticking lock open. She looked around wildly, searching for another way out, but her mind - and legs - seemed to have frozen. Dimly, she heard Jake say that he had to go, and switch the phone off. Then he had her by the hair once more, pulling her back to the couch. "You can't get away that easily, Sweetheart. You don't go anywhere without my permission, you understand?" As he chastised her, he produced a pair of handcuffs seemingly out of nowhere and secured her hands together in front of her. Then he sat down and draped her over his knee, his hard-on poking her in the stomach uncomfortably. He grabbed the remote control for the television from the coffee table beside him and flipped on both the TV and VCR, at which point a wet squishy noise resounded throughout the tiny room, along with the image of Kate bound to the table in the other room, writhing passionately as Jake fingered her pussy. "It feels good," she heard herself say in a breathless voice on the television screen as his fingers hammered in and out of her. "Do you like it when I play with your clit?" "Yes." Kate was mortified as she watched herself on the screen, raising her ass up off the table to meet Jake's thick fingers, her clamped nipples an obscene shade of purplish-red and her cunt gaping wide open, leaking her pussy juice down her ass crack and all over the table. Jake measured her response as she watched herself on the TV screen and was gratified to see that she looked more humiliated then she'd appeared all night. His hands were roaming all over her upturned ass, his fingers slipping into the crevice between her cheeks and sliding down over her well-lubricated cunt. Then, without warning, he brought his hand back and slapped her ass so hard that it stung his palm, her squawk of surprised pain music to his ears. He spanked her over and over as his free hand explored her pussy, watching the way that her hanging tits bounced with each smack. He was overjoyed to find that she became even wetter throughout the course of her spanking. In between swats, he rubbed her ass cheeks soothingly, gently urging the pain away. Only after she had started to relax again would he surprise her with another hard slap. Kate first begged for him to stop, then wailed, but soon saw that it would get her nowhere, so eventually her wails tapered off to tiny whimpers of discomfort. By the time Jake had finished with her, her ass cheeks were flushed a deep pink from the punishment. When finished, he sat her up and stared into her tear-stained face. "Thank you for a memorable night, Sweetheart. I'm sorry that we can't continue our little escapade tonight, but the phone call I received was urgent. Luckily, thanks to the camcorders I have hidden throughout the cabin, I've everything we did tonight recorded." Kate's mouth hung agape as she looked at him in disbelief. He smiled down at her. "Get what's left of your clothes on and I'll take you home, Baby. But don't worry. We'll pick up where we left off another time."