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At Long Last: Gwen

By: Bedu



The phone in my office rang and it was the secretary of our national professional association asking me if I'd be the responder to a paper that had been approved for delivery at the national conference. I asked the topic of the paper which the secretary provided and I asked her for a synopsis of it which she was also able to provide. However, when I asked who authored the paper the secretary provided a name with which I was completely unfamiliar.

When I expressed surprise that I'd not heard of this author, I was informed that the presenter was a woman who had graduated college, raised a family, and only then went to graduate school and completed her doctorate. This paper stemmed from the research she had originally conducted for her dissertation. 

My next question was, "Is she now employed?" and the answer was she was working as an assistant professor at a well-known research university. Given the department at this university, I could assume the woman was no slouch so I agreed to be the responder.

In a few weeks the author sent me her paper which I promptly gave to one of my graduate students to review. The grad student was properly pleased to be asked to do such an assignment, apparently not realizing that his review was really a test to determine just how knowledgeable he was.

Within a week the grad student had placed the paper and his review in my departmental mailbox and I eventually got around to looking at his review. I was more than a little surprised to find a glowing assessment of the study described in the paper. Grad students usually bent over backwards to identify research faults simply to impress their professor with their knowledge. Intrigued, I sat down to read the paper and, upon completing it, concluded that it was a first-rate piece of work and eminently publishable. My guess was that the author lacked the confidence to submit the paper to a good journal for review until she had presented it orally and had received some feedback about its quality.

When the national conference commenced I did not encounter the woman to whose paper I would respond until her actual session. I found a very attractive brunette, small, very neat and stylishly dressed who I guessed to be in her mid-40s. She was nervous. In fact, she was very nervous. I had to smile at her discomfort and I assured her she had done some very good work and she should present it confidently. She looked at me dubiously.

She made it through the session, but certainly not flawlessly because of her nerves, but she did an adequate job. When it was my turn to respond to the paper I praised the research design and told, in quite some detail, why it was an excellent study and why the results were well-written. I found the woman looking at me with gratitude and overwhelming relief.

The question-and-answer period followed and, of course, a few pedantic jerks tried to suggest that her assumptions were flawed or she had misinterpreted some earlier research on which her study was based. She actually did a fair job of refuting the ill-founded critiques and what she left unfinished I handled for her and dispatched her critics.

Following the session I picked up my notes and as I was placing them in my briefcase I was aware that someone was standing very close to me. I looked up and it was Gwen, the presenter. She had tears in her eyes and she thanked me effusively for my praise of her work and for the support I had provided in the question-and-answer period. I looked at her for a while and asked, none too gently, "What's wrong with your self-confidence?"

She was so nervous she actually hiccupped when I asked this question. I stood up, took her by the arm and said, "I don't drink so I won't offer you alcohol, but I do know where in this hotel they serve some great coffee and cheese cake." With that I took her by the arm and we marched out of the conference room to the coffee shop.

We sat and ordered and I asked, "What is going on with you?"

She nodded and took a few minutes to compose herself and said, "To start with, I was told that you would be a perfect gentleman and not at all sarcastic, but you would pretty well tell me and everyone else what a poor study I had done." 

I nodded and said, "What else?"

She gulped and nodded and said, "I've had a terrible time with self-confidence since I married and especially since my husband left me after criticizing me every year we were married."  Again I nodded and asked, "And graduate school?"

Gwen shook her head negatively and ommented, "That was awfully tough. I never had, or felt I had, any real support from my adviser."

I said, "OK" and added, "And, you're working at a good, and maybe great, department at a great university now."

She slowly shook her head affirmatively and said, "The department had to hire a woman and I believe I was the least objectionable one those bastards could find."

At that I spit my coffee out of my mouth and back into my cup and laughed heartily. I wiped my mouth with my napkin and said, "Let's do this one at a time. I don't slice up anyone, nicely or not, who does great work. Two, your husband doesn't count. There could be a thousand reasons for his insecurity and inadequacies of which none were of your doing. Three, your adviser did support you or you wouldn't have had an interview at the department for which you're now working. Four, if you do one more study like the one you presented this afternoon in the next year, I'll see to it that you can move to my department and replace a retirement that we have upcoming."

Gwen looked at me for a long time and finally asked, "Are you trying to seduce me?"

I burst out laughing and said, "No, I'm not, but I sure as hell wouldn't be averse to doing so now that you mention it."

Gwen smiled and asked, "Are you married?"

I shook my head signifying that I was not.

She continued, "How many times have you been married?"

I held up my thumb and pointing finger and made the figure zero.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Again I shook my head signifying I did not.

"Are you gay?"

I smiled and said, "No."

Again Gwen looked at me for a long time and then asked, "Are you for real?"

My sarcastic response was, "No, I'm a figment of your imagination."

Gwen sat quietly and then blushed deeply and asked in a halting voice, "Would you take me to dinner tonight? I wish you could have been my adviser in grad school."

I was startled and said, "Let me see my calendar" and I pulled up my calendar and said, "I'm free and I would be delighted to take you to dinner."

She said, "What time?" 

I said, "Let's see when we can get a reservation" and I called a local, excellent restaurant with a broad menu catering to anyone's taste and got a reservation for 6:45 p.m. that evening.

Gwen said, "Thank you. I'll meet you in the lobby at 6:25 p.m. and I think we can walk to the restaurant."

I responded, "It's a deal."

Gwen smiled and she had a twinkle in her eye. She said, "Thank you for the coffee, cheesecake, and conversation. I'll see you at 6:25 p.m." And, then she leaned over and kissed me and walked away.

Naturally, standing right there and witnessing the whole thing was one of my department's graduate students. She was standing with her mouth open and I looked inquiringly at her. She recovered her composure and said, "Oh my, the great Sphinx is human after all." 

I walked off saying, "Not to idiot grad students I'm not" and chuckled as I heard the grad student's tinkling laughter follow me.

After showering and shaving I was dressing when the phone in my room rang. Answering it, I learned it was Gwen who was stammering and apologizing for her forwardness in asking to be taken to dinner and for imposing on my time.  "Damn, Gwen! I told you I'd be delighted to take you to dinner and I am. Stop with these doubts. It's my intent to seduce you while we're here and to lure you to my department in the future so it's important that we have dinner."

There was a long pause at Gwen's end of the line and finally she said, "Cancel the dinner reservation and come to my room now. Please?"

"Sure, I can do that. But, why are the plans changing?"

She responded, "I'll be blunt. It's been ten years since I've let a man touch me and I want you so badly."

I responded: "It will be my pleasure" and I promptly cancelled the reservation and walked to the elevator to go to Gwen's room.

Gwen opened the door at my knock and still showing a lack of confidence, she had trouble looking directly at me. So, I said, "Hi again, Beautiful."

Gwen was dressed in a robe and I pulled her to me and gave her a gentle, but lingering kiss. She sagged against me and then buried her face in my chest. She mumbled, "I can't believe I'm doing this."

I suggested we lie down on the bed and just talk a bit until she was relaxed. She nodded her approval and lay on the bed. I asked, "Do you want me clothed, partially clothed, or naked?"

Gwen looked at me and blinked a number of times and finally said, "In your undershorts."

I undressed down to my shorts and lay down next to her and held her gently.

She snuggled closer and held me back and I kissed her again. Then I asked, "And what are you thinking?"

She giggled and said, "I'm asking myself what I'm doing in bed with you."

"Oh" I said. "Well, I've read your paper. Have you read my published stuff?" 

Gwen said, "Yes."

"Then that makes us virtually intimate."

This made her laugh and she kissed me. I ran my hands down the outside of her body and lingered on her curvaceous bottom and I suggested she had a nice one.

She smiled and said, "I'm glad you like it." Then, she pulled back from me a bit and asked, "Why did you cite my ex-husband's inadequacies and insecurities downstairs in the coffee shop?"

"Well, in my experience, when someone constantly criticizes someone else, it's almost always because that's a way to elevate oneself and lay one's problems at someone else's feet."

Gwen stared at me for the longest time and then rolled into me and asked me to run my hands up and down her body again. I certainly complied with that request and after a minute of that she climbed on top of me and laid on me while demanding, "More!"

I continued running my hands up and down her body and she started moving against me.  It wasn't long after that that I smelled her arousal.

We kissed for a long, long time with our tongues in each other's mouths until Gwen withdrew and with pleading eyes asked, "You won't hurt me, will you?"  I smiled at her and said, "Neither emotionally nor physically."

With a smile, Gwen sat up and removed her robe revealing her naked body. My breath caught in my lungs. This was a beautiful woman.

Still lacking self-confidence, Gwen was looking at me questioningly and I said, "Gwen, you are genuinely beautiful and I'm thrilled that you are sharing yourself with me."

With that Gwen leaped into my arms and kissed me with real passion. When she finally slumped back on her haunches I said, "A beautiful lady in my presence has some very aroused nipples that are begging to be kissed."

Gwen almost sobbed as she leaned forward into me and I licked one and then the other nipple. She responded with gasps and her head fell backwards. When I commenced sucking her beautiful hard nipple she moaned and I felt her hand groping for my cock. She found my cock and was fumbling around trying to extricate it from my undershorts and I removed my mouth from her nipple long enough to say, "Wait a sec."

I stood up quickly and stepped out of my undershorts and then rejoined her on the bed. We laid down facing each other and I placed her left hand on my cock and resumed sucking her left nipple. I sucked and sucked and she gripped and re-gripped my cock as she gasped for breath. I released her left nipple and placed both of my hands around her right breast and kneaded it as I sucked her nipple. Her response was electric. She writhed on the bed, gasped for air, and alternately moaned at the same time. Clearly, she was starved for intimacy.

I finally released her breast and pulled her to me to kiss. As we kissed I slid my right hand between her thighs and she opened herself to me. I massaged her hairy pussy and exerted a little extra pressure on her clitoral area which resulted in her gripping my cock ever more firmly while simultaneously sliding her hand up and down it. She was, by this time wheezing and I asked, "May I insert a finger into the lady's pussy?"

Gwen actually glared at me and said, "You'd better and you'd better be quick about it, too!"

I paused in my ministrations and asked, in mock surprise, "Is the lady aroused?"

"Stop the clowning" Gwen pleaded, and grabbed my hand and slammed it against her pussy.

I determined that I'd better quit the clowning and I slid my index finger into her really sopping pussy. Gwen moaned, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" and humped my finger rapidly. Her pussy was so hot I thought she'd scald my finger. As she furiously humped my finger we kissed hard and long with dueling tongues until she went rigid and groaned. She flopped back onto the bed gasping for air, but between gasps she managed to babble, "Please hold me."  I wrapped her in my arms and she flung her left leg over my hip and held onto me tightly. When her trembling eased she whispered, "That was so good. Thank you."

Whispering back, I said, "No thanks are necessary. That was my pleasure."

In response, she hugged me hard and when she relaxed the hug I kissed her and said, "Act Two."

Releasing Gwen, I reached up and grabbed a pillow which I positioned against her beautiful bottom and said, "Lift your hips." Gwen looked puzzled, but she lifted her hips and I stuffed the pillow under her and positioned myself between her legs.

Gwen's eyes became large when I asked her to spread her legs for me, but she complied. She not only spread her legs, she spread them as wide as she could and I was touched by the trust she displayed. I leaned forward and played gently with her hairy bush which was soaked with her juices.

Using both hands I parted her hair and looked at her open pussy that was still pulsing gently from her orgasm. I wasted no time and licked her open pussy. Gwen yelled and her legs slammed shut on my head and her legs stiffened. Within a few seconds she realized that she was suffocating me and re-opened her legs saying, "I'm sorry...I'm just sensitive there right now."

I ignored her explanation and licked her again and she moaned loudly, but kept her legs spread as I licked her slowly and continuously. Eventually I concentrated on gently licking her clit and Gwen raised her upper torso while wrapping her hands around my head. She literally pulled my face into her drenched pussy until she again stiffened and groaned and enjoyed her second orgasm.

I extricated myself from between her legs and wiped my drenched face on the sheet and then held Gwen as she twitched and shuddered. When she had caught her breath she giggled and noted, "Now I see why you're a full professor." 

I found that pretty funny and enjoyed a good laugh. Gwen snuggled tightly against me and again wrapped her left hand around my cock which, by now, was as hard as a nail. Even in her dazed state Gwen noticed and said, "Oooh, he's really hard." She stroked my cock and asked, "What's his name?" 

Puzzled, I asked, "Who?"

Gwen shook my cock and said, "Him!"

"Oh, I get it" and racked my brain to find a name and came up with 'Ivan' so I said, "Ivan is his name."

Gwen laughed and said, "Ivan the Terrible?"

I laughed and said, "I hope not."

Gwen laughed, too, and wiggled her way out of my arms and slid down my body until she could put Ivan in her mouth and she began gently sucking me. Now, it was my time to voice an "Ooooooh!"

Gwen sucked and licked and giggled as she said, "I love this." 

I let her know that both Ivan and I loved it, too.

Gwen sucked me for a long time and then abruptly stopped and slid back up the bed and snuggled against me. She kissed me and said, "It's been so long. Please be gentle at first."

I whispered, "OK, and tell me how you'd like it. Would you like to be on top?"

Gwen shook her head 'No' and said, "Under you" and she rolled to her back and spread her legs for me.

I got between her legs and kissed her long and hard and then ran my cock up and down her pussy. Gwen groaned and mouthed, "So good."

I'm not sure how long I teased her pussy with my, by now, rampant hard-on until Gwen said, "Now."

I pulled her legs around my waist and poised my cock at the opening of her pussy and asked, "What's her name?"

Gwen's eyes shot open in puzzlement and I said, "Your pussy. What's her name?"

Gwen slammed both of her fists into my chest and yelled, "I can't think of one now! Stop teasing!"

Laughing I pushed the head of my cock into her steaming pussy and we both exhaled a guttural "Ahhhhhh!"

Time stopped as the sensations of penetration overtook us. I pushed a little deeper into the inferno and slid back a bit and pushed again. I couldn't describe the sounds Gwen was making and I wouldn't doubt that I was a bit unhinged with lust myself. Hers was the hottest and softest pussy I had ever experienced.

Somehow I managed to maintain control and push slowly in and out of her pussy. Gwen's head began to roll back and forth and I leaned over and managed to capture her right nipple. I sucked hard on it as I slid my cock in and out slowly until she muttered, "Faster."

I picked up the pace and the sloshing sounds of my cock penetrating the fluids gushing out of her pussy were more than a little audible. Gwen muttered, "I may still be fertile so please don't cum in me."

As I increased the pace of my thrusts I reassured Gwen that I'd been fixed and could only shoot blanks. She looked at me gratefully and smilingly said, "That's wonderful. Then, fill me up with your cum." 

With that, I really shifted into overdrive with the speed and intensity of my thrusts and she began to meet them. We were both humping in uncontrolled lust and I managed to hold on until she stiffened yet again and groaned her orgasm. I'm not sure, but I think I bellowed her name and blasted my load into her.

When sanity returned for us, we were both gasping for air and laughing at the sheer joy of our rutting sex. I rolled off her onto my side and she rolled into me. We held onto each other and listened to each other's heaving breaths. When our breathing approached normal, Gwen kissed me and then said, "That was the best sex of my life."

"Mine, too" I responded.  We both looked at each other and, although unsaid, we were both wondering what we'd blundered into with each other. There was something, as yet undefined, but special, that we'd found and we both sensed it.

Finally, I broke the spell and suggested a room service dinner given that I was hungry and I had to think Gwen was as well. Gwen grinned her approval of the idea and asked me to get the menu from the desk which I did. We quickly settled on what we'd like for dinner. She phoned in the order from the bedside phone and when she hung up she suggested that we shower. I agreed, pending my ability to stay upright for any length of time following our tryst. I expressed some doubt about my ability to get vertical and to stay vertical and Gwen responded with a grin, "You do well for someone your age." I just gave her a look and she stuck out her tongue at me and said, "Get up!"

I got up and followed Gwen into the bathroom. She used the toilet while I readied the shower and then I used it as she got into the shower. I joined her and we commenced washing each other. She commented that she was a sticky mess between her legs. I explained that she gushed like Old Reliable and she countered that I ejaculated like a fire hose. With the debate unresolved I washed her pussy and legs clean. When done, Gwen turned off the water and we held each other and kissed for a long while.


At Long Last: Gwen Ch. 02



Thank you for the nice feedback to Part I of Gwen's and Will's story.

Part I concluded with Will mounting Gwen and engaging in a frenzied coupling. 

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When Gwen and I had explosively climaxed we simply collapsed. I knew I had to roll off her and I did while pulling her on top of me. Oddly, despite our intense love-making of the past 24 hours, I just now seemed to realize just how small she was compared to me. She lay on top of me with her chest heaving and she just seemed diminutive. I simply lay there, also with chest heaving, marveling at how I had not appreciated what a little dynamo she was.

As our breathing slowed and began to approach something approximating normal, Gwen said, "Will?"

I responded with "Yes?"

Gwen asked, "What's happening here?"

I shook my head and responded, "I don't know, Beautiful, I don't know."

She propped herself with her elbows on my chest and said, "Will, I've been more intimate with you than I was in 15 years of marriage."

I again shook my head and repeated myself, "I don't know, Beautiful, I don't know."

She added, "I just let myself go with you. I have no inhibitions.."

"And,I with you. I've not known, at any time in my life, the kinds of feelings I'm experiencing with you. Frankly, it's a little scary, but I can't stop and I don't want to stop."

"Will, we met at 11:00 a.m. yesterday and it's just been crazy since then. I've opened my legs to you, I've not worn panties because of you. I can sit on a toilet in front of you and not be shy. I don't know who I am when I'm with you."

I asked, "Do you have regrets?"

"No!" she murmured.

"Neither do I." I continued, "Do you agree with what I said earlier that we need to pursue this and really get to know each other?"

"I certainly do, if I can stop shoving my pussy into your face every time I see you. Will, I've had more orgasms with you than I had in any five years of marriage."

"I have a question Gwen."

"OK, what?"

"What are we complaining about? I'm happy, I'm excited, I feel on top of the world. Do you feel that way?"

Gwen's answer was to crawl up my chest and kiss me for minutes."

When she finished kissing me I asked, "Was that an answer to my question?"

Gwen burst out laughing and said, "Gee, you're dumb! Are you that literal all the time?"

"Yes, I am."

Gwen shook her head, "Oh boy. Note to self. The Old Man is literal to a fault."

I answered, "See, we're making progress already."

Suddenly Gwen grinned, "Oh, why couldn't you have been my grad school adviser?"

I thought about that for a minute and said, "Do you really think that would have worked?"

She laughed and said, "No, I think I would have been climbing all over you most of the time."

I laughed and said, "I think we would have been climbing all over each other.."

"Answer a question for me?" Gwen asked.

I nodded, "OK."

"How old are you?"

"I'm 62" I responded.

"Another question?" Gwen queried.

I nodded "OK."

"Why are you so lean? You have very little body fat."

I smiled and said, "Mens sana in corpore sano"

Gwen translated, "A sound mind in a sound body."

"Are you a runner?" Gwen asked.

"I was until I developed arthritic knees." I responded.

"And now?" Gwen asked.

"Eat intelligently, engage in lots of both low impact and deep water conditioning, and golf."

Gwen nodded and I said, "My turn?"

She nodded her OK and I asked, "You are almost devoid of body fat which is unusual for a woman of your age. How so?"

Gwen replied, "I work out a lot. Running, aerobics, swimming... It helped me deal with the stress of grad school and going without sex for so long. Now, I'm just hooked on it."

I said, "OK, but why don't these beauties sag? Your breasts are breathtaking."

"Good genes, I guess" she smiled and slid up my chest to place her right nipple in my lips.

"Insatiable wench" I commented.

"Shut up and suck" was Gwen's gleeful response.

I sucked and the little vixen arched her back and began sliding her pussy up and down my stomach and chest. She soon shifted her weight so that by doubling up she could rub her pussy over my rib cage and she asked me to suck her harder. I did and she humped my rib cage furiously. She moaned and moaned and looked at me pleadingly. I released her nipple and pulled her to me and kissed her hard with my tongue down her throat and only then did she stiffen and let out an extended groan and I felt her fluids gush over my rib cage.

She slumped against me and I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed. When we broke our kiss to breathe deeply Gwen moaned, "Oh, Will, you make me so crazy."

I smiled and said, "I approve of your kind of crazy."

"Shameless, too" she added.

"Call it what you want, I'm thrilled that you initiate our sex."

"Thank you," she whispered, and fell asleep on my chest.

As she slept I lay quietly and tried to sort out my feelings for this woman. She was smart, beautiful, and sexy, but there was something else here. I really cared about her and wanted her to be herself and to succeed and I thought I wanted to be with her. Still thinking, I dozed off with the little vixen breathing deeply on my chest.

I'm not sure how long I slept, but I was awakened by Gwen stretching and yawning on top of me. I opened my eyes and she complained, "You're too bony for sleeping comfort." 

"I yawned and said, "That's just one of my many faults."

She rolled off me and announced, "Potty." She walked to the bathroom and I noticed that she didn't even close the door

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When she finished on the toilet she called me, "Shower time, Stinky Old Man."

"I am not a stinky old man. I am a passive victim of your wanton sexually deviant behavior, Wench."

"Uh huh" she pointed out, "And that dried pussy juice all over your face is from being passive?"

"Well, that's something I have to do to keep this wench I'm sleeping with happy," as I stumbled into the bathroom.

Gwen put her arms on my shoulders and leaped into the air and wrapped her legs around my waist. I caught and held her and she leaned up to kiss me. And, that kiss lingered and lingered and when we broke it we stared, wordlessly, into each other's eyes.

Gwen finally broke the silence by saying, "Lord Almighty, what have we done?"

I just shook my head and said, "Just keep doing it, Beautiful."

Gwen nodded her head affirmatively and slid down my legs and turned to the shower. She said, "You make the water too hot. I'm in charge of the water temperature from now on."

"Says who?" I asked.

"Says me" she said. We took a vote and my two votes outweighed your single vote.

"How did you get two votes?" I asked.

"I get one and Anastasia gets one," she replied.

"Anasta...Oh, that volcano you call a pussy gets a vote?"

"Of course she does" was Gwen's rejoinder.

"Well, then, what about Ivor? Why doesn't he get a vote?"

Gwen smiled, "Well, first of all, his name is Ivan and second of all, Ivan is too dumb to vote. Keeping Anastasia happy is about all he can manage."

In spite of myself I cracked up. I sat down on the edge of the tub and just laughed until tears filled my eyes. When I looked up, Gwen stuck her tongue out at me and wiggled her hairy pussy in my face which set me off on a paroxysm of laughter again.

Gwen bent down and grabbed me by the bicep and said, "Get up Old Man and get in the shower."

I got up and got in the shower and Gwen turned her back to the spray and wrapped her arms around me and simply held me. Taking the cue from her, I held her back. Finally, she released her hold on me and looked up and said, "I have an important question."

"OK, what is it?"

"Do you like cats?"

"Yes, I like cats, either grilled or broiled."

Gwen actually looked as if she was going to cry. So, I reached down and got my forearm under her beautiful tush and lifted her up to my level and said, "I was kidding. I happen to love cats and have two of my own."

She squealed with delight and said, "Oh, that's wonderful."

I asked why that was wonderful and she said, "I just love cats and have three of them."

I smiled at her and she kissed me and then said, "I like this. When you hold me like this I don't have to look up at you."

I said, "Yes, but you forget how much you weigh. It's hard holding a 200 pound squirming woman."

Gwen screamed, "I weigh 100 pounds you dirty old man!"

"Ah ha! I didn't have to ask you what you weigh. You told me yourself."

"Put me down, Old Man" and I did.

Gwen again stuck out her tongue at me and turned to get the soap and she began to wash me. When she finished with me I took the soap from her and lathered her up and let her rinse herself. She turned off the shower and we climbed out. I dried her and then myself and I asked, "Do you have any scissors with you?"

She said, "I think so. Why?"

"Could we trim your bush a bit?"

Gwen looked solemn for a moment and said, "It depends."

"On what does it depend?" I asked.

Gwen said, "Well, I've neglected it forever because I've not had sex so I know it needs trimming. But, it depends on whether you are making a legitimate request or this is just another ploy to get me to spread my legs for you."

"Oh, it hadn't occurred to me that you'd have to part your legs for me to trim you."

Gwen laughed delightedly and started rooting through her stuff and came out triumphantly waving the scissors which she gave to me. She sat down and spread her legs for me and I knelt on my knees and started clipping away the excess.

When I finished I said, "OK, all done."

Gwen just sat there. I looked at her and she said, "Well?"

"Well, what?"

Her answer was to spread her legs wider and to reach down and pull away her outer pussy lips.

I said, "It will be my pleasure," and I knelt on the floor and put my mouth to Gwen's open pussy. She wrapped her hands around my head and pulled me deeper into her pussy. I licked the length of her pussy repeatedly as she moaned and rocked back and forth.

Gwen blurted out, "Will, after ten years of no sex and fifteen years of rotten sex before that, I'm so incredibly orgasmic with you I can't believe it."

I pulled away long enough to say, "Yes, and I'm the lucky guy who gets to capitalize on it."

After minutes of simply concentrating on her pussy I shifted upwards and gave her clit a number of rapid flicks with the end of my tongue. I heard her whisper, "Oh, Will, am I falling in love with you?"

As her moaning increased I sucked her clit powerfully and Gwen screamed and went rigid and I was rewarded with the gush of pussy juice I'd come to know and love. Gwen was slumped over me with her hands still cradling my head against her tortured pussy. She was sobbing and I didn't know why.

I slowly extricated myself from my knees and Gwen's pussy and picked her up and lay down with her on the bed. I simply held her and let her sob. It seemed to take forever, but the sobbing eventually subsided.

When she had exhausted herself, I asked, "Will you tell me what's wrong?"

Gwen glared at me and said, "Oh, you big dumb idiot. Don't you know anything?"

Trying to make light of things I said, "Well, let's see. I'm a pretty good statistician and I know research design and systems analysis. Does that count?"

Gwen started laughing and hiccupping and hitting me all at the same time, but she did manage to choke out, "No, that doesn't mean anything, you doofus."

"OK, I give up."

Suddenly energized, Gwen sprang to her knees and put her hands on my shoulders and said, "I don't even know where to start."

I helpfully suggested, "Try the beginning."

"Oh, shut up and listen."

Gwen began, "I gave up on men. They're boorish and self-centered and I don't want them and I don't need them and then I met you and you treat me like I'm a princess or some damn thing and we're leaving this place in another day and one-half and you look at me and I have an orgasm and I think I'm in love with you, but I don't really know you, but I think I'm in love with you and I don't want to leave this place, and I'm so confused I don't know which end is up.".

I thought a minute and said, "That was impressive. You didn't take a breath in that whole sentence."

"Oh, shut up!"

"You're a mess, you know that?"

"Yes, I know that!" 

"Now, come here and let me hold you and reassure you."

She sniffed and said, "OK, but don't give me another orgasm."

"Go blow your nose."

"Go blow your own nose" Gwen yelled, but she did get a tissue and blew her nose and then came back to me and curled up in my arms. I kissed her.

She said, "Stop that! No more kissing."

"Why not?."

"Because I'll probably have another orgasm on the spot."

"Have you considered the fact that I've never felt about any woman how I feel about you. I've never felt anything like love. I don't even know what it is, but I know that I go crazy when I look at you and I want you to be happy and I want you to initiate sex and I want to make love to you and I want you to laugh and tease me and I want you to be successful and I want you to work with me?"

Gwen stared at me. She finally blurted out, "Holy cow, Will."

"Now, get your beautiful little tush up off that bed and put some clothes on because you have to go downstairs to the hotel's dress shop."

Gwen was shocked. "What are you talking about?"

The big dinner is tonight. You're going to be the belle of the ball. Now get that beautiful tush up and moving."

"Will, I didn't sign up for the dinner. I didn't bring clothes for such a formal event."

"The dinner is taken care of. You're going as my guest. Now, you're going downstairs and trying on that purple print dress that you admired so much and which I think will be so beautiful on you."

"Will, I can't afford that!"

"You don't have to afford it. I already paid for it and you have to go make sure their size 3 petite super tiny or something fits you."

I laughed as Gwen's mouth dropped. She stared at me and finally said, "How do you know my size?"

I looked at her and said, "I looked at your clothes."

Gwen jumped on top of me and showered me with kisses.

I growled at her, "Stop it! You're going to give me a hard-on and then you'll never get fitted."

Gwen cooed, "Ohhhhh, hold the hard-on for later. I'll need it."

She scrambled off the bed and stopped in her tracks. "Wait, I don't have shoes to go with the dress. I'll need a purse, too."

"I said, "A matching clutch is with the dress. You don't need a purse because you'll be with me."

"Well, that doesn't take care of the shoes. And, I'll need a bra and panties, too."

I handed Gwen my credit card and said, "Shoes only."

"But, Will, I'll need a bra and panties, too."

"Gwen, your so damn firm you don't even need a bra and since I've known you, you haven't even worn panties."

"You're mean" Gwen accused.

"Yeah, that's me. I'm mean."

Gwen was jumping into clothes giggling. I couldn't help but notice that she didn't put on a bra or panties.

In a moment she said, "Bye! Where will you be when I'm done?"

"I'll be in my room."

She was out the door and gone for all of ten seconds and she came bursting back into the room announcing, "I'll have to have a bra on for the fitting."

"Yes, and what else?"

"OK," she agreed. "I'll need panties, too."

In another minute she was gone.

I got dressed and went to my room and called my old friend, Walter, who had been Gwen's adviser in graduate school. Gwen had not a clue that Walt and I had been friends since attending graduate school together.

I got Walt on the third ring and identified myself and we chatted a bit and I asked him why he wasn't at the conference and he explained a campus emergency that was holding him there.

Then Walt asked, "What's up?"

I asked Walt to tell me about Gwen. Walt was intrigued and wanted to know if I was trying to recruit her. I indicated to Walt that that was certainly part of the larger picture, but I was involved with Gwen in a much more intimate way such as sleeping with her.

Walt was flabbergasted, but when he got over his shock he said, "OK, Gwen is bright and a lot brighter than she realizes. She must have let her ex-husband do a number on her in terms of her self-confidence, but that's her major deficiency. If she ever realizes who she is and what she has, she could be a productive scholar. I should mention that on the few occasions that she let herself relax here, she displayed one great sense of humor, but she was really tightened down when she was here."

"Good." I said, "Anything else?"

"Hell, yes, there's more. How you ever got into her pants is one of the mysteries of the universe. She was really down on men when she was here and I mean no one got near her. There was even talk that she was a lesbian and off limits to men."

Again, I said, "Good. Anything else?"

"Yes," he roared. "How'd you get in her bed?"

"I'm not sure. I think it was because I was nice to her."

Walt roared, "Nice to her? Nice to her? Everyone here was nice to her and no one ever laid a hand on that woman. I'm telling you, Will, there must be a tanker truck full of repressed sexuality in that woman. If she lets go of all that sexuality, you're going to be in for the ride of your lifetime."

"Roger that, Walt."

Walt was laughing, "You old bastard. I'd have bet you'd be the last man on earth to tap into that woman."

"Walt, one more thing...You introduced us years ago when you became Gwen's adviser and she and I have dated ever since."

"Got it, Will."

"Thanks, Walt."

"Go for it, you old codger! Good for you."

I hung up and literally prayed, "God, help me do this right and not mess up this woman."

I worked on a few e-mails that couldn't wait and waited for Gwen to arrive.

In due time, Gwen rapped on the door and I opened it to a gleeful Gwen.

She said, "Pick me up."

I picked her up and when we were eyeball to eyeball she placed her hands on both sides of my face and kissed me long and hard. Then, she said, "Put me down."

I put her down and she handed me my credit card and receipt for the shoes and a bra and panties.

I cracked up and commented, "You really follow instructions well."

"Oh, she said, "You're too dense to understand. You'll get it when I get dressed."

"No, I won't get it. I won't see your bra or panties so what's the thrill in that? Does this mean you're going to wear panties?"

"Of course I'm going to wear panties! What if you make me wet? Without panties I might stain a $350 dress!"

"Oh, I'm glad to know there is one way to get you to wear panties." 

Naturally Gwen stuck out her tongue at me.

Gwen did get sober and say, "We do have a problem. Lie down so we can talk about it."

I lay on the bed and Gwen laid on top of me and asked, "What am I doing as your escort to this dinner? I'm nobody and you're a big mucky-muck and I didn't even sign up for this shindig and here I arrive on your arm."

"Hmmmmm" I said. "Well, you could be the attendee and I could be your arm candy. Sort of an escort service, you know."

"Get serious, Will. What are people going to say and think when I walk into that dinner with you?

"They are going to say and think, 'How does that guy warrant walking in with that gorgeous thing?'"

Gwen gave my chest a good pounding with her fists and said, "Come on, Will. Be serious."

"All right. I'm serious. Most of the people there are going to ask how in the name of heaven and earth I rate being with a beauty like you. As for the others, we handle it simply. We've known each other since you started grad school. When I was visiting Walt, he introduced us and we've been an item ever since."

Gwen's response was, "WHAT?"

I nodded. "Yes, we've known each other for years and have dated all this time."




At Long Last: Gwen Ch. 02



Gwen had started to process this and asked, "You know Walt?"

"Yes."

"How do you know Walt?"

"Walt and I attended grad school together and have been friends ever since. I talked to him a half hour ago."

"You talked about me to him?"

"Uh huh."

"What did he say?"

"He said you were very bright and if you ever realized it you could be a productive scholar. He thought your ex-husband messed up your self-confidence really badly and your biggest weakness was self-confidence which kept you from realizing how good you were. He said, you had, when you wanted to let go, a great sense of humor and he said no man could get within reaching distance of you and he wanted to know how in hell I ended up in your bed."

"Ánd, what did you say?"

"I said I thought I was nice to you and ended up in your bed. Walt lost his mind because he said everyone was nice to you at grad school and no one could lay a hand on you."

Gwen laughed and laughed and said, "You're incredible!"

Then she brightened and said, "Let's get dressed."

I said, "OK, lead on and nodded to the bathroom."

"No," Gwen protested. "We dress in my room. My makeup is there."

"Whatever" was all I could muster.

Gwen, however, was looking around the room and asked, "Why is your room and your bed bigger than mine?"

I responded, "You're a peon and I'm a full professor."

"OK, Mr. Inflated Ego, but we're sleeping here tonight. This is a bigger and nicer bed."

"What about your makeup?"

Gwen glanced at me and said, "Someone is not going to get his cock sucked tonight if he doesn't stop with the sarcasm."

"Oh,really? Well, someone is not going to get her pussy licked if she doesn't get off her high horse."

"Not true." Gwen said, "If I ask you to eat me, you do it."

I just smiled. She was right and she knew it. Naturally, she stuck out her tongue at me.

I grabbed my clothes and shoes and we trundled off to Gwen's room. She was excited about the new clothes and even asked, "Do I really get to keep this dress after the dinner?"

I roared with laughter and said, "I didn't rent the damn thing for you."

"Oh Will, this dress is so beautiful and it fits well. I'm in love with it."

Riding up the elevator Gwen held my cock. As we neared her floor, she suddenly said "I feel like I'm dating Sasquatch. How darn tall are you?"

"I don't know any more. We shrink as we age you know."

"Well, I think your size is approaching that of a dinosaur. You consume too much space and oxygen."

"Has it occurred to you that being four feet something is a bit on the diminutive size?"

"I am NOT four feet something. I am five feet tall and with these heels, I'll be even bigger."

I responded, "No wonder you're always going to the potty. You have a bladder the size of a thimble."

"That was mean!" Gwen shouted.

"Oh, you call me Sasquatch, but I'm mean when I make a joke at your expense."

Gwen explained, "You're a hulk. I'm delicate, so you can't make jokes at my expense."

"I see" I responded. "Thank you for that clarification."

"As we walked down the hall to her room she asked, "Do we have time for you to screw me before the dinner?"

I started laughing and said, "We'll be lucky to make it on time now."

"Too bad" was her response.

We went into her room and into the shower and we scrubbed ourselves clean and dried our hair. As we busied ourselves we peppered each other with questions so that we had plausible background information on the other one if someone persisted in questioning our story.

Gwen had problems with the bra straps and it took both of us to get it fitted, and then, incorrectly as it turned out. It was a beautiful lavender color, but I still had no reason to believe it was necessary for the dinner. Gwen, of course, assured me it was.

The panties fit fine.

She put on the dress and I stopped breathing. Breath-taking, gorgeous, knock-out, and classy, were all words that came to mind. Gwen interrupted my thoughts with a request to "zip me."

Then she revealed the shoes and the darn things were a perfect match for the dress. Gwen grinned at me and asked, "You like?"

"Beautiful, you are simply stunning."

"Pick me up."

I picked her up and she kissed me and she said, "Thank you! Now, Sasquatch, put me down."

Off we went to the dinner and I noted that we were seated at Table 2 and I asked Gwen to lead me to the table. As we approached the banquet room the din of hundreds of academics all explaining the universe to each other was deafening. Just as the doors were about to close, Gwen and I walked through the door and the din simply subsided.

Some mysterious signal passed through the assembly and most of the eyes turned to the doorway as Gwen located Table 2 and led me, by the hand to it.

One would have thought Gwen was born to royalty the way she regally led me to the table. She had a small smile of recognition for any of her departmental colleagues she recognized. Their jaws, incidentally, were in their plates.

As we passed one table I spotted a departmental colleague of mine, Howard, who had a smile a mile wide and who noted, "Hell of an entrance, Will!" I smiled and winked at him.

We sat down at Table 2 and I introduced Tom and his wife Katie to Gwen and Harry, a grizzled old bachelor like me, and Martha, a middle-aged colleague, and Rasheed and Rawanda his wife, and the gay couple whom I could never keep straight. One was David and one was Thomas. Gwen smiled engagingly at each.

Harry, who was never known for his savoir-faire, looked at Gwen and asked, "God Almighty, what a lovely creature. From whence have you sprung?" Gwen smiled sweetly and said, "From my mother's womb." That dismissed Harry for the night.

The meal was lovely although I was routinely distracted by Gwen's tiny hand gripping my cock under the table cloth. When I'd look at her she'd say, "This is nice and stroke me."

As the meal concluded, the president of our association stood at the microphone and welcomed everyone and explained that the awards portion of the evening would commence shortly. "However," he said, "in a departure from the norm I am going to ask Will David --and he looked directly at me -- to come up here and introduce his companion of the evening. Will, you and the lovely lady created quite an entrance and a subsequent stir this evening and a major topic of conversation this evening so far has been you and the identity of the lovely lady."

Gwen was shocked and embarrassed, but she bore up well and smiled as I rose to take the microphone. I began with, "I know exactly what you were all asking and that is, "How does he rate that?" Laughter erupted as did applause and I thought Gwen might disappear under the table.

"The lovely lady is Gwendolyn Davis and she is one of us. She is currently an assistant professor at Rockingham and she shows real promise as a scholar. Gwen and I met some six or seven years ago when she was a first-year grad student at MIT where I was visiting my old friend, Walt Howard. Walt had taken Gwen on as a student and he introduced us. I took one look at Gwen and said, 'Well, well, well.' Gwen looked back at me and said, 'Whoa, whoa, whoa. We'll see about that.'"

Laughter erupted and I concluded "Gwen and I have quietly dated since then." Applause followed as I relinquished the microphone to the president.

I returned to our table and seated myself. Gwen gave me a big smile and her tiny hand snaked under the table cloth to grab and hold my cock.

The awards ceremony began and, in a lull, I turned to Gwen and asked, "How are you doing?"

She said, "This bra is killing me."

I responded, "Serves you right. You owe me fifty bucks and don't stick your tongue out at me."

Gwen dissolved in laughter and said, "Will, I am having the best time." And she squeezed my cock.

I whispered back, "So is Ivor."

Gwen leaned over and said, "You're such a dummy. His name is Ivan."

Meanwhile the awards ceremony was ongoing and it was interesting to see who was winning in each category. The last of the awards, the prestigious one, was given to the scholar whose article was most cited by other writers in articles, books, and reports and, even occasionally, in the public media where the journalist usually rendered the findings completely incomprehensible. I was surprised to learn that I won the award for my article on sampling bias in survey and poll research.

I went to the platform again and dispatched with the award by saying, "Thank you to all you extraordinarily discerning and discriminating scholars who cited me." The place erupted into laughter.

When I returned to the table Gwen was laughing and dabbing her eyes. I looked at her questioningly and she said, "I'm sitting here thinking, Great God Almighty, I'm sleeping with the best damn scholar in the field."

I responded, "That's right, so please show a little respect for a change."

Gwen responded, "Bite me."

When the banquet concluded, people streamed up to our table ostensibly to congratulate me, but I'm certain it was really to check out Gwen. She was simply spectacular.

Gwen and I dealt with all the well-wishes and gawkers and just as we thought we'd made it through the ordeal Madeline showed up. Madeline was a lifelong departmental colleague of mine. We had last agreed on something in 1986 or 1987. Name an issue and we were going to be polar opposites on it. Madeline grabbed a chair and sat down. I sarcastically asked, "Gee, Madeline, why don't you join us?"

Madeline just smiled at me and said, "Up yours, Will." She turned to Gwen and said, "This old bastard is as big a pain in the ass as I've ever known, but he's an honorable and decent man. You could do a lot worse. Just don't let him tell you that quantitative research is the only valid means of determining truth."

Gwen looked from Madeline to me and back to Madeline and I said, "Numbers confuse Madeline."

Gwen erupted into laughter and then tried to stop her laughter by clapping her hand over her mouth, but her body was shaking with laughter. When she regained some composure she walked over to Madeline and the two hugged and Gwen said, "Thank you, Madeline."

I leaned over and squeezed Madeline's hand and said, "Thank you very much."

Madeline grinned and arose and her parting words to me were, "You are a Dirty Old Man, but my God, she's lovely."

As Madeline departed, Gwen took my hand and announced, "I have to pee."

I looked at her in mock horror and said, "The first thing you say to a Scholar of the Year is 'I have to pee?'"

"Yes," she responded, "don't forget how much these panties cost."

"Please don't remind me," was all I could say.

We walked out of the dining room and found the bathrooms. Gwen said, "I'll need your help fixing the bra, too."

I was waiting for her when she came out of the ladies room and she asked, "Is there anyone in the men's room?"

I shook my head, "No."

Gwen grabbed my hand and led me into the men's room and into a stall. I unzipped her and followed her directions about which strap to loosen and which to tighten and she announced she was comfortable.

We walked outside and Gwen said, "We have to go to the dance."

I looked at her in amazement and asked, "Why?"

Gwen explained, "This is a big night and you won a major award and it's expected that you'll make an appearance and dance."

'Says who?" I asked.

"It's just common protocol" Gwen explained.

"In academe?"

"Yes, it's protocol even in academe, you old fossil." And she grabbed my hand and hauled me towards the ballroom.

"Wait a second, Beautiful. With whom am I going to dance?"

"With me, Silly."

"How will we do that? Gwen, I'm actually six feet, four inches, and you're size 'extra-tiny.' How in the world do we dance?" 

Gwen said, "Sometimes you are amazingly dense, Will. Let's practice right here. Do the box four-step." 

It was like magic. I simply lowered my arms and Gwen raised hers and I took small steps and Gwen took big ones and it was wonderful.

I said, "I'm amazed, but we can do this."

Out of seemingly nothing Gwen started laughing and she was laughing pretty hard.

"Now what?" was my question.

"Oh Will, that line of yours about Madeline that numbers confuse her was the funniest thing I've heard in years. You'll have to tell me about her and her quantitative argument."

We entered the ballroom where a good sized crowd had assembled.

Someone yelled, "Here they come!"

We strolled in holding hands. Unbelievably, some creep walked up to us, whom neither of us knew, and said, "Will, with your permission, may I have a dance with this lovely lady?"

I don't know what kind of answer he expected, but it wasn't "Go fuck yourself."

He literally recoiled. The shock in the room might have measured on a seismometer somewhere until a few men and Gwen erupted into laughter and a smattering of applause followed.

The band, fortunately, started a nice tune and I nodded to Gwen and we walked to the center of the floor and began to dance. Gwen was still laughing and said, "I didn't think you knew the 'f' word."

I said, "I try not to use it, but sometimes it comes in handy."

Gwen just laughed and we danced on and after four dances Gwen said, "It's OK. We can go now, but first you have to pick me up and dance with me holding me up."

I looked at her and said, "I do?"

Her response was, "Pick me up and dance."

So, I did and the crowd applauded and as they applauded Gwen leaned into me and kissed me for what must have been fifteen seconds. Then, as the music ended she said, "OK, put me down."

I deposited her gently on the floor and Gwen said, "Good night everyone."

I asked, "What was with the marathon kiss while I was holding you?"

Gwen looked at me and smiled. She said, "That was a signal to every woman in that room that you are mine and out-of-bounds to them. In the plainest terms possible, your cock goes only in my pussy."

"That's what that was?"

"Absolutely, that's what that was. The men had no clue, but every woman there got the message loud-and-clear."

"Was that necessary?"

Gwen shook her head and explained, "Will, after that award tonight, you're Trophy material. A lot of women want to make you a notch on their belt.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Of course you don't. Numbers confuse Madeline: women confuse you."

I sighed and said, "OK, if you understand it, that's enough. But tell me about the cock and pussy part again."

Gwen laughed and laughed. "Very soon, Old Man, very soon."

We went to Gwen's room and undressed and, once naked, Gwen sat on my lap and thanked me again for the evening and the clothes and the shoes and for being so good to her.

I just squeezed her and she guided my mouth to her nipple. I sucked gently and she stroked my cock. I switched nipples and her stroke quickened. I sucked her for a few moments more and she said, "OK" and removed her nipple from my mouth.

She pushed me on my back and got between my legs and began to suck my cock. I cautioned her, "Don't get hurt."

She stopped sucking and asked, "What?"

I pointed out that my cock grew two inches tonight when they gave me that award. Gwen collapsed into laughter and rolled around on the bed laughing. Eventually she resumed sucking me until I was moaning. Gwen gave me a final lick and scrambled on top of me and squatted with her pussy over my face. I parted her lips and licked something molten. I licked her endlessly and she squirmed and moaned. When I licked her clit she said, "No, Will, you'll make me cum and I want your cock in me for that."

I resumed licking her and she moaned, "Oh, Will..."

She made me pause and she turned over and presented me her pussy again while she grabbed and sucked my cock. We licked and sucked each other endlessly. Finally, she got off me and mounted me. I simply moaned and managed to mutter, "Oh, Beautiful, you are wonderful."

She slid up and down on me and drove me crazy. I had to sit up so I could hold her and look into her eyes. We simply rocked into each other and stared at each other. Soon we were smiling and the only sound was the squishing of my cock penetrating her pussy.

"Beautiful, this is the most wonderful feeling in the world. There's nothing better than being in your pussy."

"Will, I think I'll be living for these moments from now on. I love this and want this and need this"

We rocked some more and Gwen began to pant

. 

I asked Gwen, "Do you want me to cum in you now or do you want me to save it for later."

"Save it, Will. I'll want you again, soon."

She panted more and then she gritted her teeth and said, "Will David?"

"What is it, Gwen.

"This cock" and she grunted and grimaced, "is mine now. You understand?"

"Yes."

"Your...ugggggghhhhh...tongue is mine now. You understand?"

"Yes."

She was rocking faster and grunting, but she managed to gasp, "You are mine....ohhhhhh.....now. Yes?"

"Yes, Gwen."

"Uggggggghhhh.....Uggggggghhhh....Oh, I'm cumming, Will."

"Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! And she stiffened and drenched me with the gush of her cum.

I slowly leaned backward and pulled her onto my chest.

She was gasping for breath and sobbing and muttering something I couldn't make out.

Eventually, she calmed and raised her head and looked into my eyes. "Will David?"

"What, Beautiful."

"You know where this is going don't you?"

"Oh,geez, change the subject."

"You coward!"

"Gwen, I'm not a coward. I've lived by myself my whole life. I haven't a clue what it would be like to share a house with someone. I sleep when I want. I eat when I want. I don't answer the phone. I read for hours. I'm a bachelor."

"Will!"

"What, Gwen."

"Your days may be numbered."

"Yes, I know."

"OK, and you better remember it."

I asked, "Am I off the hot seat now? 

"Yes, but I have one more question?"

"Oh, boy. What is it?"

"How many orgasms have I had since I met you?"

I had to laugh and say, "Really, I have no idea."

Gwen said, "I haven't been orgasmic in years. This is so wonderful. How do I thank you?"

"Just keep doing what you're doing."

"Will, I'm shameless. I'm wanton, I'm aggressive. I'm perpetually wet when I'm with you. Is this really OK?"

"I don't think words like wanton and aggressive fit this situation, Beautiful. You've been sexless since forever and you've discovered someone who appreciates you, enjoys you, wants you to laugh, wants you to tease him, wants to have sex with you, and yes, someone who doesn't know what love is but knows he's never felt like this before. You should be uninhibited and free-spirited and as crazy as you like. You call me an old fossil and that's not far from the truth. You've awakened me to the joys of dealing intimately with someone and wanting them to enjoy themselves and be everything they can be."

Gwen's eyes were watery and she simply hugged me.

She released me and had a devilish grin and asked, "You're really not upset about the bra and panties are you?"

I laughed and said, "I knew there was no way you were going to listen to me when you went out that door. I'm just thankful you didn't come back with purple stockings and a feathered hat as well."

Gwin kissed me and asked, "Will you feed me now?"

"Feed you? What are you talking about?"

"Will, I'm starved. I hardly touched my dinner because I was so excited and having so much fun and interacting with people and playing with Ivan and praying that I wouldn't mess up and looking around and eating up the culture and learning who all the people were."

"Oh, OK. Where do you want to eat?"

"I just need something light. Let's wash up and go to that coffee shop downstairs where you took me for coffee and cheesecake the other day."

"You mean we're going to return to the scene of the crime?"




At Long Last: Gwen Ch. 02



"Exactly. Where the Dirty Old Man seduced the virginal, man-hating, middle-aged woman."

I said nothing for a long time and then finally, "Gwen: who seduced whom?"

Gwen's eyes became very big and she turned beet red and buried her face in my chest

.

I started laughing and rubbing my hands up and down her tush and kissing the top of her head.

Still laughing, I said, "I'm so glad you did. These may have been the two best days of my life."

She lifted her head and kissed me passionately.

As gently as I could I rolled her over and hovered over Gwen and guided my hard cock into her little volcano of a pussy and slid it home.

Gwen opened her mouth in a silent scream and wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist and we did the dance of love over and over again. We looked into each other's eyes and silently humped each other until Gwen screamed. She went rigid and, as she gushed, I bellowed and emptied myself into the inferno.

We collapsed. We simply folded into a heap. I have no idea how long we laid there until I felt Gwen's fists drumming on the back of my ribs. I heard her say, "Get off me you big Sasquatch."

Laughing, I rolled over and her with me. She commented, "Lord,that would be embarrassing to die by suffocation trapped under Sasquatch."

She looked quizzically at me for a while and then said, "I can't figure you out sometimes."

I shrugged.

Gwen said, "No, really. Sometimes you are so impossibly dense and then you have these insights that blow me away."

"Like what?" I asked.

"I can't think of one other man whose ego wouldn't let him think that he'd seduced me in that coffee shop."

"I responded, "Speaking of that, how did I become so fortunate for you to choose me?"

"Will, I was a wreck at that presentation and then you really saved me a few times at the question and answer period and I was struck by the fact that you didn't have to do that. You were simply being kind. Then, you cared enough to take me to coffee and it was your eyes. You were concerned about me. I think that's what blew me away. Heck, I knew who you were. You are required reading in grad school. But, you had no ego. You weren't the great academic. You were concerned about me. I never felt that before from a man. I just melted."

"Wow, I am one lucky man," was all I could say.

"No" Gwen protested, "I am the lucky one."

"OK, we're both lucky then."

"Now, will you feed me? Please?"

"I just laughed and said, "Yes, Ma'am."

Gwen said, "I'm leaking all over the place. Carry me into the bathroom."

I carried Gwen into the bathroom and started to put her in the tub, but she said, "Potty." 

I dumped her on the potty and asked if I could start the shower or did Anastasia want to do that.

Gwen giggled and finished peeing and said, "Anastasia will take care of it." 

She fiddled with the shower and I took a leak and joined her as she was complaining about what a mess I'd made of her. I had to point out that I was old and had only managed a few squirts and she was the real culprit in the mess between her legs. Naturally, she stuck out her tongue at me.

We finished showering and dried off and I dressed in my suit while Gwen put on some jeans and a sweat shirt. I asked her to grab whatever she needed for the night in my room and we were out the door. In my room I hung up my suit and dress shirt and tie and slipped on some jeans and a sweatshirt and we headed for the elevator and coffee shop.

We exited the elevator and were half way across the lobby when Gwen spotted a friend and waved. Her friend waved back and then frowned. The friend walked up to us and said, "Dr. David, may I borrow Gwen for a moment?"

I said, "Surely," and the friend took Gwen aside and saw her speaking urgently to Gwen. Gwen looked troubled and nodded and they hugged and parted.

Gwen returned to me with her arms across her chest looking a little crestfallen. I looked quizzically at Gwen and she sighed and explained. "Bonnie had three things to say."

"Uh huh, I responded.

"First, she said, you are a hunk and then she told me that I had to wipe the 'I have just been well and truly fucked' look off my face and third she told me to put on a bra because I was jiggling and my nipples showed."

Gwen looked like she was going to cry and I simply burst out laughing.

As I stood there laughing, Gwen said, "It's not funny. I have been well and truly chastised."

When I could stop laughing I said, "C'mon, I've seen your nipples before. It's time to eat."

"No, Will, no one else is supposed to see my nipples. I have to go put on a bra."

"Gwen, put your arms over your chest and get in the coffee shop."

Gwen grumbled, but led the way into the coffee shop. Even at this late hour it was crowded and there were obviously folks from our association banquet there because we were the recipients of smiles and waves. Gwen stiffened at the sight of one fellow waving and saying "Hi Gwen."

Gwen's good manners prevailed and she acknowledged his greeting nicely.

We found a table and I said, "I noted some distaste on your part for that fellow."

Gwen nodded, "He's in my department and I learned that he cast a negative vote about me during my hiring process. On campus he doesn't even speak to me, but now that I'm with you, I'm just special."

"Tell me his name and I'll have him rubbed out tonight."

Gwen grinned and said, "Maybe numbers confuse him, too" and she laughed.

We ordered, soup and a wrap for Gwen and coffee for me. When the waitress left Gwen said she had a question and I nodded for her to proceed.

She asked, "I've seen you interact with people, not just me, and you are the same with everyone, except me. You treat me like I'm a princess, but I'm not talking about us. You just don't get arrogant or aloof with people, but you really are a big deal in our field. Why are you so low key when I see arrogance everywhere I look on my campus."

I nodded and said, "I have a variety of reasons. One of the nicest, most unassuming guys I know is an economist, about ten years older than me. He won a Nobel Prize one day and it never changed him one bit. He was the same, guy pre and post-Nobel.I admired that and thought that should be emulated.

Second, I learned that no matter how good you are or how smart you are, someone is going to be just a little or just a lot better or smarter than you are, so don't boast. 

Third, no matter what you do, 900 million Chinese don't give a damn so keep it in perspective.

Gwen just took it in and finally said, "It's nice. Arrogance is ugly."

Gwen's meal arrived as did my coffee and she ate and I sipped. After ingesting some nourishment, Gwen looked up and asked, with a quavering voice, "When will I see you again?"

I replied, off-handedly, "Oh, whenever you want."

"What do you mean?" she asked frowning.

"Just what I said," I responded.

"But, you have grad students, you have classes, you have committee work...heck, you may be the departmental chair for all I know."

"No, I'm on sabbatical this semester writing a book."

Gwen's mouth opened and shut and opened and shut and a few squeaks were emitted, but nothing intelligible was forthcoming. Finally, she collected herself and said, "I could kill you. In fact, I might do just that. I've worried myself sick for two days about saying goodbye and wondering when I'd ever see you again you never mentioned that you were on sabbatical."

"Wait a minute," I said. "I told you time, money, and effort wouldn't get in the way of seeing you after we left here."

"I know what you said. But, what you didn't say was you were on sabbatical."

"Is that relevant?," I asked?

"Relevant? Relevant? You want to know if that's relevant? Sometimes Will you are so dense! Tomorrow is Wednesday. You have one week from tomorrow to get yourself, your cats, your computers, your notes, and your clothes to my house. I'll have library privileges for you at the library by then."

"Is that an invitation to stay with you?"

"No, you old fossil, that is an ultimatum to get your bony ass into my house and my bed by then."

"Gee, Gwen, I never knew my ass was bony. That's a revelation."

"Gwen said, "I may also murder you in your sleep tonight."

"I responded, "Now, that would be a self-defeating behavior."

"Just why would that be self-defeating behavior?"

"You'd kill my tongue along with me."

In spite of herself, Gwen laughed hard enough and loud enough to draw attention to herself.

When she finished laughing she again glared at me and asked, "And, why didn't you tell me this before tonight?"

"Well, gee, Gwen, it just never came up before tonight."

"Will, you have to be the densest old fossil extant."

"Gwen, think about that. Statistically, that is very, very improbable."

Gwen buried her face in her hands and her entire body shook as she silently laughed. When she settled down she looked at me and shook her head, "Numbers confuse Madeline and everything else confuses you."

She finished her dinner alternately glaring at, and then laughing at me.

"Thank you for dinner, Old Man. Pay the bill and let's go."

We headed to the elevators with Gwen's arms covering her chest and a frown on her face. I asked her why she was frowning and she said, "I'm making sure I don't have that 'well and truly fucked' look on my face."

"Oh! Well, may I see your nipples?"

"On the elevator, if we're alone."

Happily, we were on the elevator alone so Gwen lifted her sweat shirt for me and I fondled her gorgeous breasts and commented, "You really do have the most beautiful breasts, Gwen."

"Will...they're called 'ta-tas now.'"

"What are?"

"A woman's breasts. They're called ta-tas."

"They are?"

"Yes."

"Gee, that sounds like something I'd order in a Mexican restaurant. I'd like a side order of ta-tas please."

Gwen dropped her sweatshirt and laughed so hard she snorted. The elevator stopped and the doors opened and there stood my old buddy, Dick Willkie, and his wife, Dorrie, from UCLA.

Dick yelled, "Hey Will! Hey Gwen!"

Gwen smiled nicely and nodded to them both and I said, "Dick, did you know that women's breasts are now called 'ta-tas.'"

Dick looked as mystified as I was and his wife and Gwen erupted into laughter.

Dick said, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Well, neither do I for that matter, but I just learned that."

Dick turned to his wife and said, "Do you know anything about this?"

She erupted into a peal of laughter and yanked Dick into the elevator and Gwen yanked me down the hall.

I turned to Gwen "Explain this to me."

"Oh, shut up, Will, and just call them ta-tas from now on."

We walked into my room and Gwen commented, "I may rethink my career goal if being a scholar means being like you two idiots."

When in doubt, keep quiet, is my motto.

Gwen said, "C'mon, get ready for bed."

We went into the bathroom and I brushed my teeth while Gwen used the potty and then we reversed positions and went to bed.

Gwen snuggled up to me. I asked, "Are you angry with me?"

"No," she responded. "But, sometimes, Will, you are impossibly dense and it's exasperating. Not telling me you could come live with me now was just dumb."

"But, you're not angry?"

"No."

"OK, will you explain the ta-tas thing then?"

"No, I won't, but you can suck mine."

She gave me her left breast and I licked it and teased it and sucked it and she moaned and took my hand and brought it to her pussy and said, "Put your finger in me."

I did and she gripped my wrist and pumped her pussy back and forth on my finger.

It was music to my ears to hear her little cries of "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh uh" and then "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and she stiffened and soaked my hand.

She lay still for a while and then removed my hand and crawled on top of me and kissed me."

Then she wrapped her arms around me and lay on my chest.

I said, "I'm sorry I'm not twenty years younger, Beautiful, so I could get hard for you more than once or twice a day."

Gwen murmured, "If you were twenty years younger I wouldn't look at you. It's because of who you are now that I want you and I want you so badly that you make me crazy."

I squeezed her so hard she squealed and I relaxed my hold on her.

"Do you want me to lick you now?"

"I'll wake you later for that. Go to sleep now."

She fell asleep beside me holding my cock and I slept deeply.

We slept until morning and I came awake as Gwen pushed me on my back and climbed on my chest. She kissed me until I opened my eyes and she whispered, "Good morning, Old Man."

"Hi Beautiful," I whispered.

Gwen scooted up my chest until her pussy was touching my chin and she pulled open her pussy lips for me to lick.

I licked with gusto. Gwen sighed and then moaned and gasped, "Oh, you wonderful Old Man."

She wrapped her hands around my head and held me to her pussy and humped my face. She was verging on losing control because she was squealing and panting and then she did lose it. I felt her stiffen and squeal and she gushed.

Gwen literally fell forward onto me and I had to struggle to get her dead weight centered on my torso. She was simply lifeless for minutes and then she roused herself. She kissed me and I asked, "Are you OK?"

She said, "I'm fine. I awoke so horny for you this morning that I knew I had to cum before you put your cock in me or I wouldn't have lasted a minute on your cock. I wanted to last a long while with your cock in me."

"That's nice. Thank you."

She rested a little longer and I asked, "When I live with you, will we do this every morning?"

"Yes, every morning except when I'm having my period. If you'd like, I'll take care of you in other ways, then.

"Wow" was all I could say.

"Will you screw me now?"

"What do you think?"

"Like yesterday?"

"I loved it," I said.

She scooted back down my torso and leaned over to suck me. Her comment was, "Oh my, Ivan is hard already. Is it OK if I suck him for a while?"

I smiled at her and asked, "What do you think?"

She began licking and sucking me and she did such a good job of it I was thrusting into her mouth. I gasped, "Your mouth feels like Anastasia."

Gwen didn't comment, but she did rise up and squat over me and impale her pussy on my very hard cock.

"Aggggggggggghhhhhh" was my response and I sat up and we held each other until we calmed down. Then we looked very calmly, into each other's eyes.

We smiled and rocked and smiled and Gwen said, "Oh Lord, how I love Ivan in me."

"I think Ivan loves being in you even more than you love having him in you."

"I doubt it, Old Man. You do this spectacularly well. I can't believe your staying power."

We rocked some more and Gwen said, "Will, please try and always treat me as you do now. I feel so very, very special with you."

"That won't be hard, Beautiful."

I noticed Gwen was grimacing now and she was breathing more deeply. She groaned, "I won't last much longer, Old Man. You're making me cum."

"Whenever you want to, Beautiful."

"Give him to me harder" she asked.

I did and she moaned and her moan triggered my response. I felt the stirrings deep in my balls. "I'm cumming soon, Gwen."

"Hurry" was all she could blurt and she screamed. Her scream triggered my release and we held each other tightly and she poured her fluids onto me and I pumped mine into her.

I'm not sure, but I may have blacked out. Certainly I fell backward at an odd angle on the bed and Gwen fell across me. I'm sure I came to my senses pretty quickly because I looked for Gwen. She was dead weight and it took some real effort to pull her on top of me. She was simply limp and unmoving.

I reached down and began massaging her beautiful tush and that roused her. She very groggily looked up and asked, "What did you do to me, Will."

Well, I guess I made love to you."

"Boy, did you ever. I may have to frown all day now" she commented.

"Gosh, does that mean you'll wear a bra, too?" I had to ask.

We both laughed and squeezed each other.

We lay there awhile and Gwen said, "Potty and shower."

Very slowly we got up and Gwen asked, "Are you OK, or are you wobbly?"

"I'm OK," I responded.

"Oh geez, I'm dripping again. Can you carry me to the potty."

I did and set her down as gently as I could. She said, "Stay here" and she rested her head on my thigh. She looked up and said, "Old Man, tell me again what you did to me?"

I said, "I guess I made love to you."

"I hope that's all you did. I'm wiped out."

Gwen eventually got off the potty and leaned against my back while I took a leak. When I finished, I asked, "Shower?"

"Uh huh, she murmured. 

"Will you do the honors or shall I?"

"Ugh, I'll do it or you'll parboil me."

We showered and she held onto me while I dried her. I suggested some breakfast because she clearly wasn't herself. She agreed, so I called room service and indicated there'd be an extra tip if we could have something in five or less minutes.

In four minutes we had eggs and bacon and coffee and juice. Gwen ate pretty quickly and both her color and demeanor improved right away.

"OK," she said, I'm in the here and now. I have to go pack and get to the airport. How about you?"

"I don't leave until four o'clock because I have another executive committee luncheon and meeting at Noon.

Gwen started writing something on the note pad at the phone and she said, "These are all my phone numbers. Put this in your wallet. My e-mail address is on it, too."

I reciprocated and she put the paper I gave her in her jeans.

She had tears in her eyes when she said, "I have to go pack. Come with me."

She jumped into her sweatshirt and jeans and picked up a few toiletries and then walked over to the closet and grabbed the dress shirt I had worn to the dinner the previous evening.

I asked her what she was doing with my shirt and she said, "It has your scent on it. I'm taking it with me."

"Why in the world are you taking my shirt."

Gwen got that devilish look in her eyes and smiled for the first time that morning. "I want this shirt."

"May I ask why?"

"You may."

"OK, why?"

Gwen said, "Every night, until you move in with me, when I go to bed, I'm going to smell this shirt and then put it between my legs and rub it on my pussy until I cum thinking about you."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh...gee, well, Uhhhh...wouldn't one of my socks work?"

Gwen said, "Pick me up."

I picked her up and when she was at eye level she said, "I want this shirt."

I asked, "Is this like the bra and panties thing?"

Gwen smiled, "There's hope for you yet, Old Man. This is exactly like the bra and panties thing."

I just looked at her and she said, "Put me down."

I put her down gently and she took me by the hand and said, "We're going to my room to pack."

We arrived at Gwen's room and she began packing things and suddenly turned to me holding up a pair of her panties. "Do you want a pair of these in exchange for the shirt?"

I looked at her mystified. "What in the world would I do with a pair of your panties? They wouldn't even fit around my leg."

Gwen simply cracked up and said, "Oh you dear, dear, Old Man."

She walked up to me and said, "Pick me up."

I did and she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me forever. When she finished she said, "Put me down."

I did and asked, "What just happened?"

"Never mind. It's like the ta-tas. You'll never understand it."

"Is it important that I do," I asked.

Gwen shook her head, "Not at all."

"You know," I ventured, "sometimes I when I'm with you get the idea I really don't know what's going on."

Gwen laughed and laughed and said, "Will, truly, you don't know what's going on most of the time with me, but it's all right."

I sighed deeply.





At Long Last: Gwen Ch. 02



Gwen heard me sigh and turned from her packing. "It's nothing to worry about, Old Man. Now sit here in the chair."

I sat.

Gwen unzipped my jeans and pulled Ivan out and said, "I just want to hold Ivan one last time before I go" and she licked him and gave him a suck and kissed him.

Her eyes were full of merriment and she said, "You don't even know you have a fire-hose of a cock."

"What does that mean?"

"It's not important" Gwen said as she climbed in my lap and kissed me.

"Beautiful, I have no idea what love is, but is it possible that I'm in love with you after two days of knowing you?"

Gwen's eyes were again full of merriment. "Gee Old Man, what was your first clue?"

"Well, let me think...."

"Gee, Will, do you think that it might have something to do with the fact that you simply let me get away with murder with you? Or, could it possibly be that you didn't think twice about spending a small fortune so I could accompany you to the dinner? Might it just conceivably" and she was laughing," be that treat me like a precious porcelain doll? Or, as inconceivable as it sounds, could it have something to do with the fact that you were ready to kill that scumbag who wanted to dance with me last night?"

She paused and asked, "It couldn't be any of those things, could it?" and she batted her eyes at me.

"Oh, heck, I don't know.

"

Gwen just laughed and, again, I had no clue why.

Then she said, "We'll know soon enough what is real and what isn't when you move in with me. Trust me, I lived with an asshole for fifteen years and I'll know soon enough if this incredible, mind-blowing, experience is real or not."

I nodded my approval.

Gwen said, "I have to get to the airport."

I said, "Well, I'm certainly coming with you."

"No," please don't Old Man. If you're there I'll absolutely dissolve when I have to get enter the security area. Let me go alone so I can maintain some composure."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Just remember to call me every day."

"I will."

"OK, get your great hulking mass out of here before I start crying."

"OK...Oh, wait I have a question."

"What?"

"Will you give me my shirt back in a week?"

"Pick me up."

"Uh...OK" and I picked up Gwen and brought her to my eye level.

Gwen was smiling through some tears and she said, "Go get a new shirt. You won't want this one after I'm done with it."

"Oh."

"Now, give me a big kiss, put me down, and then go."

I did and I did and I did.

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At Long Last: Gwen Ch. 03



Chapter 2 concluded with Gwen departing the conference for home. 

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When I left Gwen's room I returned to mine and realized that I had never before felt a void inside me. What had happened? There was simply no logical explanation for the undeniable fact that I had met Gwen forty-eight hours before, had shared unspeakable intimacies with her, had laughed more in forty-eight hours than I had in the previous forty-eight days, and felt absolutely alive in every fiber of my body. It was simply amazing and I could not wrap my head around the events or my behavior.

One phrase kept running through my brain and that was, "There's no fool like an old fool." I tried to fit that to my circumstances with Gwen, but it didn't seem to fit. That tiny, squirming, hilarious, emotional woman had been as open and unadorned with me as I was with her.

I had to conclude that I was in some uncharted regions of my life and there was only one thing to do and that was to move forward and see where it led. With that in mind I prepared for the Noon meeting and dressed and took the elevator downstairs to get some coffee and to read the newspaper.

I had my coffee and newspaper when my good colleague, Howard, appeared and asked if he could join me. I nodded to a chair at my table and he sat and ordered coffee. Howard said, "It's good to see you up and about."

"Why's that, Howard?"

"No one has seen you for two days, Will, aside from that spectacular sideshow you and the lady provided at the banquet last night."

I smiled, "That was a rather ostentatious display last evening, wasn't it? She did make an entrance, didn't she?"

Howard laughed and said, "And, if that wasn't enough, the talk of the conference, today, is the kiss she laid on you at the dance last night."

"That confused me, too. She had an explanation for it that didn't quite compute for me."

Howard added, "We have a couple of anthropologists at the conference and their explanation of the kiss is that she was marking her territory and warning every other female that you were not available."

"Really! That's interesting, Howard. That was her explanation with a rather graphical example affixed."

It was Howard's turn to say, "Really!" He continued, "I've always thought anthropologists just made up stories to fit their observations. Maybe they do know what they're talking about."

"Well, that's certainly Madeline's thesis as you well know."

Howard wrinkled his face at the thought of Madeline's thesis.

We were finishing our coffee and Howard said, "Come along with me, today, Will. I'm headed to the stockyards here on a bit of a field trip until it's time to get to the airport."

"I can't imagine I have time for it, Howard. I have an executive committee meeting from Noon until two and then I have to get to the airport for a four o'clock flight home."

Howard said, "Oh, I'm on the same flight. I'll see you there. Hey, where have you been since the semester began. I haven't see you around the department at all."

"Sabbatical this semester, Howard."

Howard looked pensive and then chuckled, "Life isn't fair, Will. You get the beautiful lady and a sabbatical."

"By the way, Howard. The beautiful lady, as you put it, yells at me quite a lot. Is that normal?"

Howard's response was, "I certainly have a limited data set, but yelling seems about right. My wife spends half her life yelling at me about God knows what. My experience is that you haven't stepped in shit until they get really, really quiet."

"Good, my shoes are clean. Thanks, Howard."

The executive committee meeting and the flight home went well and I was in my house by eight o clock that evening. Once I had played with the cats and unpacked I made a cup of coffee and called Gwen.

She answered on the third ring and asked, "Is this that Old Man I was talking to at a conference recently?"

"No," I responded. "This is a different old man. You put the first one into cardiac arrest and I'm his designated replacement."

Her response was, "Oh dear. I don't want to talk to you. I want the original one."

"All right. I'll see if he can come to the phone," and I waited a bit and then said, "Hey, Beautiful."

Gwen responded, "Oh, Old Man, I miss you so much already. And, Anastasia wants to know if Ivan is OK."

"Tell Anastasia that Ivan is in rehab and will again be in working order in a week."

Gwen laughed and then said, "I think I cried all the way home, I missed you so much."

My response was, "That's very interesting because after I went back to my room this morning I felt like I had a big hole inside me somewhere."

"As soon as you get here, there won't be a hole any longer. Just hurry."

I realized, suddenly, that I was awfully glad to be talking to Gwen and I remarked to her that that was the case.

"Are you kidding? I've been holding my breath since I got home waiting for your call."

"Well, take a deep breath and enjoy it and don't do that again. Nothing short of a disaster would stop me from calling you." 

We talked a few minutes later and Gwen made me promise that I'd remember to call the next night and to hurry and get to her.

I responded with "I promise to close down here and get there as fast as possible, and not later than a week from now. Oh, and send me the name and phone number and address of an M.D. and dentist to whom I can have my records sent for a semester. Also a vet for the cats."

"I'll e-mail all that to you tonight or tomorrow," Gwen promised.

We talked a bit longer and I distinctly heard a sniffle or two from Gwen and we concluded with her urging me to hurry and to call her tomorrow.

The next week was a three-ring circus of arrangements and forwarding information. My nightly call to Gwen was always fun as we talked about what we done that day and one night Gwen really shocked and titillated me. As we were talking she said, "Listen to this" and the next thing I heard were squishing sounds. When she came back on the phone she asked, "Did you hear that?"

I said I did and she explained those were the sounds of her fingers in her pussy masturbating to the sounds of my voice. I was speechless. She then asked if I wanted to hear her cum.

I had the good sense to say, "Of course I do," and I then heard more of the same sounds and then the unmistakable vocal sounds of Gwen climaxing.

I held the phone as she came to her senses and she whispered, "That's how aroused I am for you."

I said, "I'll be there soon and you won't have to do that."

"Hurry, Old Man," was her final admonition of the evening and then we concluded our conversation as she said, "Love and kisses."

Finally, it was time for the long drive from western Alabama to northern Virginia. Fortunately, both Atlas, my tiny male cat, and Pixie, my larger female cat were good travelers as long as the weren't cooped up in the car too long. On the first leg, we made it to central North Carolina and we checked into a motel. I called Gwen and the cats played nearly all night long in the motel room and I slept for a long while.

The following morning we were on our way to Gwen's house and made it by early afternoon. Gwen was waiting for us and she fussed over the cats as much as she did me. Both Atlas and Pixie very willingly walked into Gwen's house which assured me that they approved of Gwen. To both Gwen's and my relief, her three cats greeted both of mine with no signs of jealousy or territorial protectiveness.

We carried all of my stuff into her spare bedroom and she told me to sit in the big lounge chair while she made me a cup of coffee. She brought it to me and curled up in my lap.

While we talked quietly I noted that both Pixie and Atlas had ceased their exploration of Gwen's home and had wandered over to us and they were studying Gwen intently. It's my decided prejudice that cats will provide an excellent insight into a person's character. If they flee from a person, you should flee. If they tolerate a person, that person is tolerable. If they are attracted to a person, there is something inherently good in that person. At worst, it's an hypothesis that should be tested.

Gwen and I talked about how we'd schedule our days and it was clear to me that Gwen appreciated that I had a book to finish this semester and I would have ample time to work in solitude on it.

Without warning the little vixen pounced. I saw the gleam in her eye and the devilish smile appear and she sat up on my lap and removed her sweatshirt revealing her beautiful bare breasts.

She cupped them for me and asked, "Do you remember what they're called?"

"Of course I do. They're now called frijoles."

Gwen laughed and said, "Oh, Old Man, you are so dear."

Then she asked, "Do you remember what you do with them."

"Uh huh. Sometimes I lick them and sometimes I suck them and sometimes I gently pinch them."

"Then what happens?" she whispered.

"Well, if my memory is to be trusted, your little pussy gets very wet."

Gwen inhaled and whispered, "But, today, my pussy is already so wet and when you suck my nipple, my pussy might just explode."

I leaned forward and she placed her left nipple in my mouth and I sucked her. She inhaled loudly and then expelled her breath in staccato breaths. 

I continued to suck on Gwen's nipple and her deep breathing became low moans and her hands grabbed the sides of my head. Eventually she gasped, "Oh, how I missed you," and she reverted to low moans of appreciation. When her low moans turned to cries of "Ohhhhhhhhh," and then she asked me to carry her to "our" bed.

I picked her up and carried her to the bed and we kissed the entire way from the living room. When I deposited her on the bed she arched her hips and unsnapped her jeans and I grabbed the zipper and slid the jeans off her. I simply laughed. The little vixen wasn't wearing panties.

She smiled and said, "First, Anastasia wants the Old Man to lick her, but not very long or very hard or Anastasia is going to explode. Then Anastasia wants big dumb Ivan to come inside her."

She presented herself to me I licked her very wet pussy and, free of the constraints of a hotel room, Gwen moaned as loudly as she wished. Between moans I heard her say, "Oh, you wonderful Old Man."

When I licked her clit, Gwen screamed and begged, "Let me have Ivan, Will. Please!"

I attempted to position myself between Gwen's legs and found a cat blocking my way. Gwen, wondering at my delay, looked down and moaned, "Oh Good Lord." She leaned forward and yelled, "Toby! Get out of the way!" She smacked Toby on the rump and he leaped out of the way.

Gwen murmured to me, "Toby: my protector."

I positioned myself between her legs and she simultaneously wrapped her legs around my waist and placed my cock inside her dripping pussy. We simultaneously moaned, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! The sensation of entering her was so intense and so pleasurable I simply stayed in place and let my cock soak in the wet heat of her excited pussy.

Gwen's eyes had been closed when I entered her, but as I froze in her she opened her eyes and looked into mine and said, "On, I never knew love-making could be so good."

I began thrusting into her and sliding nearly out of her. The pattern became a rhythm and the rhythm became a choreographed dance of two frantically coupled people. Despite Gwen thinking she could not last long, she did well and we thrust back and forth smiling at each other. How long we danced I couldn't say, but I noted that eventually Gwen's eyes began to flicker and the low grunts emanating from deep inside her I knew she was signaling me that she was entering her orgasm. She closed her eyes and her hands gripped my shoulders tightly and she moaned, stiffened, and I felt her fluids soak me. That triggered me to thrust more deeply and a moment later I erupted into her.

I rolled off her and she rolled into me and we held each other. I don't know what she was thinking, but I faced the reality that I was losing control of my life. This tiny woman was inside my head.

Gwen slithered down my body until her face was even with my cock. She grasped it and licked me and said, "Poor dumb Ivan. You're a good boy," and she sucked the combined residue of our emissions. She sucked me contentedly for a few minutes and scrambled back up to face and told me to lie on my back while observing, "Boy, this sure beats masturbating with your shirt."

I had to laugh at her comment as I got on my back and she climbed on me and kissed me and then looked intently at me. She simply looked at me for a while and then said, "Maybe there was a reason for my stupid marriage. Maybe it was so that I could appreciate you and just be crazy with you and never have you judge me."

I smiled at that and said, "To the contrary, I judge you and I think you're wonderful. I love your brain, I love your humor, I love this tush (as I gripped and squeezed her bottom) and I love your craziness and I find you mind-blowingly sexy."

"Oooooh" Gwen murmured, "I love it when you squeeze my bottom."

She continued, "Old Man, I think I could count the time I was actually naked with my husband. I was never braless or went without panties. I never initiated sex with him. He never licked me, he might have nibbled a few times at my ta-tas and his pathetic little worm that he thought was a cock wasn't satisfying. But, O my God, he was a pretentious jerk."

I laughed and urged her not to look backwards.

She nodded and said, "I know, but it's so hard not to make comparisons."

Then she looked at me curiously and said, "You've never asked one question about my ex. Why not?"

I was really nonplussed and finally asked, "Am I supposed to ask about him?"

Gwen laughed and shook her head. "I've noticed that people don't register with you. Anyone else would be asking about my ex and comparing himself to him, but not you. I noted that you've never mentioned those graduate student women whom you scared at the conference. I can't think of another person who wouldn't have wanted to know what they said about him or her, but you've forgotten about them. You've never mentioned that jerk at the dance who wanted to dance with me. Why not?

I thought a moment and said, "Use your time to think about important things, not inconsequential ones."

Gwen countered by saying, "They weren't things Will. They are people."

I shrugged and said, "OK, they are people, but I don't see why I have to be concerned with them. There are really worthwhile people about whom I can be concerned. Like this little princess on my chest for example."

Gwen smiled, "Am I a princess?"

"I think you are."

"Thank you!" Gwen hugged me." Your princess is hungry. Feed me."

"OK. Could we feed the cats, too. Or, at least my two. It's their dinner time."

Gwen asked what they ate and when and we discovered that we both used the same wet food twice a day and left the same dry food out for the cats all day. We fed the cats and showered and headed for dinner.

Once we returned from dinner, Gwen helped me unpack and we sorted out the chores. I was in charge of cleaning the bathroom and kitchen, cleaning the litter boxes daily, taking care of the garbage, and other duties as assigned by the Princess.

"Wait a second" I protested. "I think you should clean the litter boxes daily."

Gwen responded, "I am shocked at the effrontery posed by that idiotic suggestion. Why would I ever clean litter boxes?"

I pointed out, "You're a lot closer to the floor and it would be easier for you to reach them."

"Princesses," Gwen archly explained, "do not clean litter boxes. That is a task assigned to big dumb guys like Sasquatch" and she walked away. She then pivoted and came back to me and asked, "Are you really six feet four inches tall? I think you shaved off a few inches when you told me that."

I shrugged, "It's close enough."

Gwen asked, "Did you play basketball?"

"Now why would you ask that?" I questioned.

Her response was "Well, DUH! You've very tall."

"Oh, then I should ask you if you were a jockey," 

Gwen stamped her foot and demanded to be picked up. When I picked her up she put her hands on my shoulders and asked, "Did you play basketball?"

I laughed and said, "If it's that important, look it up."

Gwen said, "I will! Put me down you big dummy. You can't even answer a simple question without making a research project out of it."

I attended to getting my book materials in order and Gwen went to a computer to see if I'd played basketball and she came back in a while and said, "Gee, Old Man, you played a lot of basketball and you were even drafted by the pros, but you didn't play in the pros."

"No, I didn't."

"Why not?"

I responded, "This was forty years ago. Are you really interested?"

Gwen said, "I'm interested. I want to know you."

"OK, I didn't play basketball for two reasons. The minor one was that the pros said I was too light and they wanted me to play at 230 pounds and I thought that would change me as a player tremendously. The major one was, I looked at the life style and couldn't, for the life of me, see flying to a different city every night of the season and sleeping during the day so I could play at night. It didn't make sense so I opted for graduate school."

"It said you played in college at six feet, five inches and 205 pounds. What do you weigh now?"

"Now, I weigh 205."

Gwen asked, "You mean, in forty years you haven't gained weight?"

I nodded, 'yes.'

Gwen said, "You're scary."

"No, just disciplined."

Gwen grinned and added, "Sexy, too," and hugged me.

Eventually we got around to going to bed and we immediately saw some problems. One was that I really didn't fit into her purportedly queen sized bed which prompted any number of Sasquatch witticisms at my expense.

The second problem was the cats. Gwen's cats slept with her and mine slept with me. We had five cats jostling for the same few spaces between us and it was really chaotic. Sleep was difficult and in the morning Gwen said, "We need a bigger bed."

I wondered if that would solve the cat issue and Gwen thought it would help because neither of us slept well with cats crawling on us all night as they tried to squeeze into a space they wanted. She reasoned, "With more space they might settle down around us instead of trying to crawl between us."

I said, "OK, so how do we get a new bed?"

Gwen said, "We go to mattress stores, look at mattresses, compare, decide which one we like, you give them your credit card, and they deliver it."

I laughed and said, "I have a better plan. I'll give you my credit card and you go find an extra firm mattress for us and buy it."

Gwen said, "You don't like to shop?"

I smiled at her and said, "Shopping is my second favorite thing after getting a root canal."

Gwen said, "Pick me up."

I looked at her and said, "Oh boy," but I picked her up.

Gwen looked me in the eye and said, "You Sasquatch. Me Princess. You will go shopping with me."

I smiled and said, "NO."

Gwen stuck out her lower lip and asked, "Why not?"

"It's a huge waste of time. I can go online, look at a product and, more importantly, compare specifications, compare brands, compare deals, and make a decision before I could ever drive to one, let alone two or three stores and deal with salespeople."

Gwen pouted, "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"You're an old fossil. I'll go myself. Put me down you mean Old Man."

I put her down and she picked up Pixie and explained to Pixie, "Your daddy is a big poop."

Pixie, thinking she was being adored, simply purred.

Gwen found us a king size mattress on which I fit, but the cat problem was slow to rectify itself. We just had cats everywhere. But, in a remarkably short time we settled into a routine that was really delightful for both of us.




At Long Last: Gwen Ch. 03



We awoke, had coffee, usually had some kind of sex, went to the YMCA and worked out for an hour, and Gwen went to the university and I wrote. After work Gwen came home and I quit the book and sat in the recliner with Gwen, and a cat or two, in my lap and we talked. Some days, usually bad ones for Gwen, we'd forego the recliner and get naked and get in bed and the Princess would lay on my chest and we'd talk. Evenings involved dinner and then some school work for Gwen and reading for me.

Our sex life was varied and delightful. Some evenings upon retiring Gwen would ask me to attend to those beautiful ta-tas of hers for a few minutes and then she'd settle down for the night.

Nearly every night I'd be at least partially awakened by Gwen sucking my cock for a few minutes after which she'd return to sleep. On some of those nights, though, she would wake me and tell me she wanted to mount me. Those nights were unpredictable because on one night she might thrust herself hard and fast and cum quickly. On other nights she merely wanted to rock slowly on me and make it last and never reach orgasm before she was ready to sleep again.

Mornings were spectacular. I never knew what to expect and Gwen threw her entire sexual repertoire at me. Some mornings she impaled herself on my finger and brought herself off. Other times she asked me to lick and suck her pussy and still other times we screwed in various positions. During her menstrual period I told her she did not have to attend to me at all and instead she would lay on my chest in the morning and I'd hold her and squeeze her bottom and tell her how delightful she was.

Surprisingly, Gwen's enthusiasm for showering together never waned and she delighted in my washing her bottom and between her legs and she wanted to hold my cock in the shower as much as possible.

The cats settled into their own routine and played with each other daily. Both Gwen and I were happy and content. She glowed. 

Gwen had her daughter Barbara visit us soon thereafter. Gwen told me that I'd enjoy Barb, a college senior who was bright and energetic and thrilled that there was man in her Mom's life.

I asked about her son and Gwen's mouth dropped. She shook her head and said, "Charles can be thoughtful, but he's superficial. He has too much of his dad's influence in him. He treated college as if it were a trade school and couldn't wait to accept his degree and trade it in as a coupon for a job. He majored in business and treated the liberal arts as an intrusion on his time and he's contemptuous of academicians. Money is his goal in life."

Barb turned out to be more than a delight. When she arrived I watched my cats closely to see how they responded. Pixie watched her intently and Atlas actually walked up to her and rubbed against her legs. Gwen's three cats came running to greet and be greeted by Barb.

Gwen introduced us and I was dumbstruck. Barb was Gwen twenty years ago. The resemblance was simply overwhelming. Barb told me immediately that she knew of me because of a paper I'd written on sampling bias in polling and surveys. She read it for a political science class and her professor explained that he thought the paper was flawed so,(and this impressed me), she took the paper to a mathematics professor who read it pretty quickly, and assured her it was accurate. The math prof also explained to her what it meant to have an article appear in a refereed journal so the likelihood of serious error was substantially reduced. 

I was impressed with the girl and we fell into an easy conversation about her college studies and future plans. Our conversation was temporarily halted when Gwen called Barb into the kitchen to help with lunch. I chose the opportunity to sprawl in front of the fireplace where we had a good fire going. 

I was out of sight of the kitchen, but not out of hearing and I was genuinely amused by Barb's questions and comments. As I recall them Barb mentioned that I was certainly tall and didn't look my age. Then, there was a long pause and I was hard pressed not to laugh when Barb asked, quite haltingly, "Mom, he's so big and you're so small, how do you ever...you know...I mean, how do you two have physical relations?"

I heard Gwen say, "Really, Barb, now that's not the kind of question one asks someone, especially their mother, but put your mind to rest. We manage quite well."

I heard Barb say something else that I could not catch and I heard Gwen laugh, but I couldn't hear Gwen's response.

Then, I heard a really serious tone to Barb's voice when she said, "Mom, I'm afraid Charles is really not going to like Will."

Gwen's response was, "Don't you worry about that. Charles will behave himself or he'll find himself simply flattened by Will."

I was called for lunch at that point and we had a really pleasant lunch. Barb had such a good time she asked if she could return the following weekend and both Gwen and I said we'd look forward to seeing her.

On Sunday, we went to church and, later at lunch, Barb wanted to know why I went to church when so many of the faculty she knew did not. I explained my belief in God and indicated that I was happy to spend an hour a week devoted to considering how God interacted in the life of this planet. Barb was awfully excited and happy to hear me speak openly about God and wanted to know why faculty were atheists. I explained that, in my experience, not very many were atheists. Some were agnostic and many American professors were Unitarian in their belief and not Trinitarian. But, I pointed out, at a major research university one would find Jews, Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists, Mormons, Christians, Unitarians, and so forth, all expressing a dedication to something larger than their own intellect. Scientists, particularly, were quiet about their faith, but many of them found something surprising in their respective universes of study that led them to question that just a happy accident accounted for what we could observe and measure.

Barb just bubbled up (and I was amazed at how much she was like her mother) and said that she was actually thinking about doing graduate studies in Religious Studies.

When I asked why, she explained that she sensed that religion, or the absence thereof, had a large impact on how people dealt with life's issues.

I gave Barb a few book titles to read and suggested that I thought she wanted to approach religious studies through sociology rather than directly through religious studies. This elicited a bevy of questions from Barb and I said, "Religious Studies professors argue with each other by shouting at each other. Sociologists argue by pointing to the methodology they used to reach their findings. Sociologists have a common ground or language based on methodological approaches from which to argue their findings and their differences."

Barb looked at her Mom and Mom laughed and said, "It's worthwhile advice. He knows of what he speaks. I'm not always sure he can cross a street by himself, but he knows this stuff."

Barb was excited and bubbly and I enjoyed her enthusiasm so much. She departed on Sunday, late in the afternoon, for college which was just a few hours away.

Gwen turned to me and said, "Let's get naked and talk.'

We did get naked and Gwen climbed on my chest and did eventually talk. First, though, she hugged me wordlessly for the longest time. 

When she relaxed her hug, she looked up and said, "I suspect that you have a real fan in Barb, and I thank you for the attention you lavished on her. She has grown increasingly alienated from her dad and she's spending a lot of time with male professors looking for direction. I fear that one of these profs might take advantage of her vulnerability. If you could fill the male role model, that void in her life would lessen and I would be so relieved."

I just nodded to signal my appreciation of Gwen's fears and then said, "If Barb wants to seek me out, I'll be here. She's really wonderful and the incredible resemblance between you two draws me to her. So, yes, if Barb wants to use me as a sounding board, I'll do my best."

"Thank you, Old Man," was Gwen's response.

Gwen smiled and said, "Barb was so curious about our sex life. Give our size differential, she wanted to know how we managed to have sex. Then she bowled me over by asking, given your height, the size of your 'organ,' as she so delicately put it. I told her you were, when hard, a good three inches." 

Gwen amused herself greatly and laughed heartily as did I.

I injected, "I do have a question, though, about Barb."

"Oh, what's that?" asked Gwen.

"Will she yell at me all the time the way you do?"

Gwen laughed and managed to say, "No, she doesn't have to live with you so she won't yell at you."

"That wasn't nice," was my response.

"Oh," Gwen responded archly, "princesses only have to tell the truth. Nice is not a consideration."

With that none-too-solemn pronouncement, Gwen scooted forward and slid her pussy up to my mouth. I was surprised when she did not open her pussy lips for me, but then it became obvious that they were open and I was looking at a swollen, wet, and red pussy.

I looked to Gwen to ask how long she'd been like this, but she anticipated my question by saying, "I've been in this state since I saw you being so patient with Barb. It reminded me of you taking me to the coffee shop at the conference."

I simply nodded and licked. Gwen's intake of breath brought two cats trotting into the bedroom to investigate.

A second lick was followed by an even louder intake of breath followed by an exhale of "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

A third lick was directly at her clit and Gwen moaned loudly which brought Toby leaping onto the bed.

I heard Gwen, through gritted teeth, say, "Oh, Toby, it's OK!"

I began to make love to Gwen's clit and she rocked and groaned and then began to squirm. Finally, she panted, "Suck it, Will."

I sucked her clit into my lips and Gwen exploded all over my face. As she went slack I caught her and rolled her onto her side and I held her as she gasped her way back to normalcy.

Before she closed her eyes she looked at me and silently mouthed the words, "I love you."

When she closed her eyes I silently mouthed the words, "I think I love you, too."

When Gwen awoke she beat on my chest to awake me. I opened my eyes and heard, "Feed Princess, big dumb Sasquatch."

We got up, showered, and went out to eat something and spent a quiet evening reading. A new week loomed and with it, some trouble awaited in our little slice of Paradise.

//

Gwen came home from campus later that week worried and informed me that the chair of her department had made an appointment with her to discuss her "irregular" living arrangements with me. I, too, was invited to the meeting.

I simply sat there stunned. Gwen came and sat on my lap and rested her head on my chest. I kissed the top of her head and rubbed her shoulders.

"Unreal" was the only thing I could think to say.

We sat a bit longer and I asked Gwen to find me a copy of her contract which she did in short order. We both read the contract which, as we suspected, made no mention of anything approximating our living arrangement. All of the usual restrictions about faculty -- student relationships being forbidden were prominently displayed, but there was nothing in the contract that hinted at our relationship type.

I asked Gwen if there was some church sponsorship of the university of which I was not aware. She said, "No¸ we're just another school in the state system of higher education."

"Who is your chair?" I asked.

"His name is George Gearhart. He's been here a long time and he's ineffectual in the classroom and he's done no research as far I as I know. I think our dean parked him in the chair position to keep him out of the classroom."

I asked, "Do none of your chairs teach?"

"Good heavens, no," was Gwen's response. "He's the only one of which I'm aware."

I mused, "He must go back a long way when this was a Podunk teachers' college and he somehow managed to hang on when it became a respectable university."

My next question was, "Did someone tell him to call this meeting or is this his own initiative?"

Gwen paused, and thought, "There's certainly no way to know, but I can't imagine any of our academic affairs administrators bothering with something like this."

"Besides being a huge distraction, this is interesting" was my next observation.

Gwen suggested, "Who is George Gearhart seems to be the question we have to answer."

I responded, "Exactly."

"Do you have a public affairs office on campus?" I asked.

"Sure, Gwen responded.

"Can you get there tomorrow and get a biography on the guy?" I asked. Gwen said, "Of course I can."

I said, "OK, let's forget about George until tomorrow, then."

Gwen clapped her hands and said, "OK!" She grabbed me by the hand and said, "I'd just love for you to suck my ta-tas now," as she pulled me towards the bedroom.

I watched the little dynamo shed clothes and remarked, "You could make the Guinness Book of Records for the fastest disrobing female in the world."

Gwen stuck out her tongue at me and said, "Get over here big dumb Sasquatch and service me."

I, too, got out of my clothes and laid down and Gwen smothered me with kisses and said, "You make me happy Old Man."

She then fed me a ta-ta and I played with it and licked her and nibbled a bit and sucked her while she squirmed and moaned until she said, "Give me your hand."

I gave it to her and she placed it over her pussy and I inserted my finger into her startlingly wet pussy. Something had her really wet this evening.

I continued sucking her ta-ta while she gripped my wrist and she humped furiously on my finger and hand and groaned and finally yelled, "Oh, Willllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll...Augggggghhhhh!"

She mustered her strength and climbed on my chest and laid there panting. Although her panting slowed and she started breathing normally, I noted that she was rubbing her pussy against my stomach. Something had this little vixen hot and bothered this evening. I reached across her back and beautiful tush and inserted my finger again in her and thrust it rapidly into and out of her pussy. Gwen squealed, more from delight than surprise. I heard her grunting with the exertion of her responding thrusts and, in a remarkably short time, even for Gwen, she stiffened and gushed for a second time on my finger.

This time it took a while for her breathing to return to normal.

I simply closed my eyes and rested as her breathing returned to normal. 

When I heard Gwen say something like "Ooof" I opened my eyes and had to laugh. Gwen asked, "Who is it?"

I explained that it was my little guy, Atlas. The little guy had apparently jumped onto the bed and then onto Gwen's back. He commenced licking Gwen's back and Gwen's eyes widened and she said, "He's going to take the skin off my back."

"You're in trouble now. He's really become smitten with you," I noted.

"Lucky me," was Gwen's response.

She shimmied up my chest and kissed me and said, "You know, Old Man, you are really getting good at reading me. Thank you."

I noted, "You're really revved up tonight. What's different?"

"It was that damn note from George. The thought of not being able to come home to you and sit on your lap and talk to you and not to retire to our bedroom for your magic just turned me on. I've been soaking wet since two-thirty this afternoon."

"I was quiet for a moment and then asked, "Did I hear you correctly say you got a 'note' from him?"

"Uh huh."

"The idiot actually put that in writing?"

Gwen looked a little puzzled and frowned and said, "Yes, a hand-written note. I have it in my purse."

I smiled at her and she said, "What?"

I smiled again and said, "I think he just stepped in it."

"You do? Why?"

"Well, he's out of line putting something like that in writing, and let's look deeper into biography, but I'm guessing he's a very active member of a Bible-thumping church and, if so, he's in a world of hurt."

Gwen's eyes popped open and she said, "Oh, I see it" and she sat straight up. Then she yelled, "Owwwwwwwwww! Shit! Shit! Shit!"

I collapsed into helpless laughter. Gwen had forgotten that the cat was on her back and when she abruptly sat up, he thought he was going to be flipped off so he dug every claw he had into her back to hold onto her.

The poor little guy had raced out of the bedroom and was probably hiding somewhere.

As I lay there laughing, Gwen was pounding on my chest yelling, "It's not funny! He hurt me! I'm probably scarred for life!"

I was beyond reason or help. I just laughed until I thought I was going to hurt myself.

When I finally stopped laughing Gwen was glaring at me and she was hot under the collar. "You big dumb Sasquatch. What was so funny about that?"

"Don't' get me started, Princess, or I'm going to go off on another laughing jag."

I did, however, pick her up and carry her into the bathroom saying, in my gruffest voice, "Sasquatch fix pretty princess."

In spite of herself, Gwen giggled, and as she buried her face in my shoulder, I heard something that could have been "You big idiot," but I couldn't swear to it.

I got out the medical supplies and Gwen jumped up and said, "Wait, I probably scared Atlas something awful. Let me go find him and let him know I'm not angry with him."

Off she went and I heard her calling the little guy. In a few moments she returned with Atlas cradled in her arms while she nuzzled and kissed him. She sat back down with Atlas on her lap and I began cleaning her scratches. I didn't spare the antibiotic ointment and put gauze and tape over the scratches.

"OK,"I said, "pretty princess all fixed."

Gwen put Atlas on the floor and jumped up and stood up to her commanding five feet of height and demanded to know, "Why were you laughing in there?"

I responded calmly, "Oh, you wouldn't understand" and airily waved my hand.

Gwen got upset then, "Don't you use my lines on me."

Then I really set her off by sticking my tongue out at her. She almost screamed, "You can't do that."

She followed me out of the bathroom into the bedroom stamping her feet and yelling something or another at me and I suddenly turned around and looked at her. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at me and yelled, "I can yell at you and you can't do anything about it. Those are the rules."

I burst out laughing and fell to my knees and opened my arms to her and a suddenly smiling Gwen walked into my open arms muttering, "Big Dumb Sasquatch" and she proceeded to bury her face in my shoulder.

With her arms around me I began massaging that beautiful tush of hers and she said, "Don't do that or you'll make me wet and I'm mad at you."

"Do you want me to lick you instead?"

The little vixen shivered and whispered, "Yes."

"Then get on the bed Princess."

Gwen scrambled up on the bed and put a pillow under her and spread her legs for me.

As I approached her, she spread her pussy lips as she'd done so many times and I commenced gently licking her. After a dozen gentle licks, Gwen sat up and pulled my head into her very wet pussy which was her signal to lick her harder, but I continued the very slow and gentle looks. Gwen began pounding her fists on my back and I even slowed down. She resumed beating on my back and yelling, "Willllllll."

Undeterred, I continued my slow massage of her increasingly red and wet pussy until she clamped her hands around my head and started to hump my face. Even that wouldn't let her get her release.

Finally, she stopped her struggling and I let her whimper a bit and then sucked her clit into my mouth and exerted all the pressure on it that I could muster. Gwen screamed once, went absolutely rigid, and the resultant gush of cum onto my face actually splashed onto me.




At Long Last: Gwen Ch. 03



Gwen was groaning and appeared still rigid. I climbed beside her and rolled her onto my chest and wrapped my arms around her.

She didn't move for at least five minutes and then she wearily lifted her head and asked me, "What was that?"

I said, "That's how I tell you I love you Princess."

"What did you say?" she asked.

I said, "That how I tell you I love you Princess."

Gwen started crying and gripped me so tightly I realized she had strength I didn't know she had.

After she cried herself out she looked at me guiltily and I said, "Yeah, I know, you have to pee."

Gwen laughed and nodded her head "Yes."

I added, "And you need me to carry you, too."

She erupted into laughter and said, "Yes."

I got out from under her, picked her up and carried her to the potty and set her on it and she gripped my leg with an almost death grip. When she finished, she stood up wearily and held on to me for a moment.

She asked me to take her to the bed and to lie with her.

I picked her up again and laid her on the bed, pulled some covers over her and got into bed beside her.

She slowly, even painfully, climbed on top of me, and put her head on my chest.

"I have a question," I said.

"OK," she said.

"Why do you yell at me so much?"

Gwen was seized with a laughing fit.

I waited . When she stopped laughing, she said, "Because it's fun and you don't get upset and I love the puzzled look you give me when I do it. But, most of all, it's because, like everything else, you just let me do it."

I thought for a long time about that answer and finally said, "You know, there's no way I can even respond to that."

"She said, "I know. That's the fun of it. I simply get away with murder with you and you just look at me."

"Is that good?"

"It's very good."

"Ok, but why do I do that?"

"Oh Old Man, you're being so dense again. Why you do it is because you know I adore you. I love you madly. You look at me and make me wet. You smile at me and I want to crawl inside you so I can be closer to you."

I said nothing, but just thought.

Gwen lifted her head and looked at me with that devilish grin of hers and said, "Stop thinking about it."

"Why in the world would I stop thinking about it?"

"Oh, Old Man. You are so dense! Will...do you remember when you passed your Ph.D. orals what your advisor said to you?"

"Geez, that was a while ago."

"Think about it!" Gwen urged.

I thought and thought and then said, "OK, he said, 'Welcome to the Life of the Mind.'"

"That's right. And that was the silliest phrase ever uttered to you because you had lived the life of the mind since you were a child. You live in your mind. Concepts, ideas, data, systems are the food that fuels your life. I'm none of those things. I don't fit your reasoning. I'll never fit your logic. You'll never fit me to your logic. I can't be reduced to an 'if, then, else" logic statement. Just leave it alone and enjoy it."

I said nothing for a long while and then finally, "I don't understand."

Gwen kissed me.

"OK, let's make it simple. How many girlfriends did you have before me?"

"Are you my girlfriend?"

"No, you idiot. I'm a lot more than that. Answer my question."

"I never had a girlfriend."

"That's what I thought. But, I popped into your life and you let me in. You let me into your heart, you let me into your mind, you let me go anywhere I wanted to go and you let me do whatever I wanted to do."

"Why did I do that?"

"You did that because you never had a choice. It wasn't logical. It was chemical. You couldn't control it. You simply fell apart when you looked at me and you fell in love with me the first day you met me and today you finally articulated it. It isn't logic with us you big, exasperating idiot!"

"Are you angry with me?"

Gwen didn't answer. Instead she pounded her forehead into my chest and then lifted her head and looked at me and said, "It's like the ta-tas, Will. Just leave it alone and do what I tell you."

"May I ask another question?"

"Oh, God help me. Yes, go ahead."

"OK, why do you keep saying I have a fire hose for a cock?"

Gwen erupted into laughter and simply looked at me with an amazed look.

"Well?"

"Oh, you dense Old Man. A fire hose is long and thick. It means you have a big cock."

"Ohhhhh. That's good, right?"

"No, you big idiot. It's not good. For me, it's wonderful."

"Well, then I'm happy I have a fire hose."

Gwen asked, "Where are you taking me for dinner tonight?"

I thought about that for a moment and said, "I distinctly remember you saying that you were going to cook a great meal tonight because of Ivan's distinguished service to Anastasia."

Gwen got that devilish grin on her face and said, "I lied."

"Oh. Well, we'll go wherever you want to go."

Gwen asked, "Why do you always say we'll go wherever I want to go."

"Well, you care and I don't."

Gwen smiled and said, "I think I picked the goofiest man alive to fall in love with."

"Don't end you sentences in prepositions."

"OK, I think I picked the goofiest man alive with whom to fall in love."

"Much better."

Gwen went to get up and she grimaced and laid back down. She followed that with, "I'm impossibly sore, Will. What's wrong with me."

"I'm sorry, Princess. When I licked you, you went absolutely rigid and I think you strained all the major muscles in your body."

Gwen smiled at me. "OK. That was the greatest orgasm of my life. It was worth some sore muscles."

She got up very slowly and very stiffly and I said, "Let's get in the shower and get some warm water on you."

She gave an affirmative nod.

We showered and dried off and Gwen said, "I'm so happy."

"Why's that," I asked.

"Never mind, Old Man. Let's go eat. You violated my body so many times this evening I'm famished."

On our way to the meal, Gwen pointed out that our evening had begun talking about her departmental chair and she saw, just before Atlas scratched her, that her chair was possibly about to violate the separation of church and state clause of the Constitution.

I nodded.

She sat quietly in the car until we reached the restaurant and we entered, were seated, and ordered.

Finally, Gwen spoke. "If Gearhart behaves as we suspect, this will get messy."

I asked, "How so?"

"We'll have to hire legal expertise to represent us. Whatever we do, it will be expensive and messy."

"Well, we'll see, but I doubt we'll have to go that route at all."

"Why not?" was Gwen's question.

"I'm thinking."

"Oh, good. The world will now stop spinning while the Old Man thinks," was Gwen's sarcastic response.

"Yes", I concluded, "don't worry about attorneys."

"Tell me why."

"You've never read my curriculum vitae have you?" I asked Gwen.

Gwen gave me one of her patented looks and asked, "Isn't it enough that I suck your cock? Do I have to read your damn resume, too?"

"Just go read it when we get home. You'll find it instructive."

Gwen went into her sassy singsong voice, "You'll find it instructive, you'll find it instructive, you'll find it instructive. The great scholar has intoned, you'll find it instructive."

I laughed. "Well, wasn't it just the other evening that I heard you going on about how the 'discovery method' was such an effective way of teaching and helping students learn for themselves? Think of it that way. You'll make a discovery and it will be clear to you."

"Will, I am not an undergraduate student. Now, what are you talking about?

"You just ended a sentence with a preposition, again."

Gwen looked skyward and said, "Lord, give me the strength not to kill this idiot."

"All right, calm down Princess. I'm on the Managing Council of the AAUP?"

Gwen sat back in her seat for a moment and then said, "Oh my God!" She stared off into space for a moment and said, "You'll threaten censure and the administration will fall on him like a building."

Then Gwen asked, "Why have you never told me you were a mucky-muck with the AAUP?"

"Well, it just never came up."

Gwen made some sound like a bear growling and she said, "I don't ever want to hear that phrase again! The last time you said that you nearly put me into cardiac arrest with your stupid comment about being on sabbatical."

"Why are you yelling at me again?"

"Because you're an idiot. Buy me dessert."

"Wow! You are going to eat dessert?"

"Yes, I'm celebrating a big day in my life."

I had to ask, "Really, what happened?"

Gwen sighed, "This big dumb Sasquatch fellow with whom I sleep finally got around to telling me he loved me."

"Ohhhhhhhhhh."

Gwen ordered the most obscene thing on the menu and, of course, couldn't finish it and I had to help her with it. It was disgustingly good.

We went home and I sat and read with Gwen on my lap reading and mapping out lesson plans. After a few hours Gwen got up and made me a cup of coffee. As I sipped my coffee, Gwen squeezed Ivan sand said, "I'm going to sleep, Old Man. I'm worn out. Don't stay up too late."

I joined the little Princess an hour later and we slept through the night. Upon awakening the next morning I made coffee and brought a cup to Gwen who was struggling to get out of bed. She complained that she was really stiff and sore. Amidst her groaning she explained that she was in no shape for any screwing this morning and, of course, it was all my fault because I'd induced such a violent orgasm the previous afternoon. In fact, she was so sore she sent me off to the YMCA by myself and she stayed home to soak in a hot bath in an effort to loosen her sore muscles.

By the time I returned from the Y, Gwen had departed and I made a cup of coffee and sat down to write. I had a quiet, productive day interrupted by only the cats who took turns visiting my lap during the day.

Gwen returned home around four o'clock and asked about my day which I described as productive. She asked if I was at a stopping place and I said, "Sure."

She pulled me to the big chair and curled up in my lap and unfolded the biographical sketch of Gearhart she had picked up from the public affairs office. She handed it to me to read and it was a joke. About one-third of it described Gearhart's inconsequential contributions to the University and two-thirds of it described his activities at the First Church of Fundamentalism, Wacko.

Gwen looked at me and raised her eyebrows and asked, "Is this for real?"

I just shook my head and said, "It doesn't seem possible. Well, we'll keep the appointment and we'll see the idiot."

"Yes," Gwen said, "but won't this be our word against his?"

"No, I answered. "I'll have on a suit coat or sport coat with a tape recorder in each pocket."

"Why two recorders?" was Gwen's question.

"Simple redundancy," I said. "It's unlikely that both would fail at the same time."

Gwen gave me one of her Mona Lisa looks and while I was wondering what she was thinking she said, "You know, Old Man¸ in fairness, I should say that while you're a complete idiot with me, you're scary smart the rest of the time."

"Am I supposed to respond to that?"

"No," and she kissed me.

Our weekend followed our now normal pattern although we did intersperse it with a few more sessions of exuberant sex than normal. After one of them, Gwen asked me, "Old Man, why have you never, in our entire relationship, initiated our love making?"

I responded simply, "I don't know how. It's a complete mystery to me."

Gwen studied me for a long time and then said, "Pick me up."

I did and she looked in my eyes and said, "You are the most precious thing, Old Man. Is it any wonder I thank God for you every day." And then she simply stared for the longest time into my face before gently saying, "Put me down."

As always, Gwen confused me. Gwen also told me that the upcoming weekend was an important one because she had arranged for her son to meet me and, while Barb would be here, she admitted she was very nervous.

Gwen reminded me that Charles wasn't at all like Barb. She reminded me that he could be thoughtful, but sometimes he was too much like his father and a smart-mouth who over-estimated his own importance. However, as she herself pointed out, we had this meeting with her meddling chairperson on the immediate horizon.

Our meeting with Gearhart was scheduled for two-thirty in the afternoon on Wednesday. We arrived a few minutes early and the moron kept us waiting for fifteen minutes. We were both amused at this transparent effort to impress us with his importance. I was relaxed although Gwen wasn't. As we waited, I reflected on Gwen's public and private personas. In public she was very reserved and quiet, while at home, with me, she was outgoing and sometimes even chatty.

Finally, we were summoned to the great man's office and he was well prepared with quite a deductive argument. He explained the inherent conservatism of the community in great detail and then the conservative tendencies of the campus community and he expressed great concern about Gwen's untenured status and how a living arrangement could jeopardize her chances for tenure and promotion and he assured us that he valued Gwen's contribution to the department greatly, and as the chairperson, it was his responsibility to shepherd his young professors through the turbulent waters of the tenure decision. He was well-pleased with his presentation and sat back and looked at us benignly.

We all sat there looking at each other and he eventually grew uncomfortable. Gwen looked at me questioningly. I finally spread my arms and asked, "What's the point?"

It was apparent that he thought I was pretty dense and so he finally expressed it as follows. "Professor David, the point is that your living together in an unmarried state is quite contrary to the norms of this town community and campus community. We are a Christian nation, a Christian community, and I daresay, a campus of overwhelmingly Christian orientation. Your living with Ms. Davis is quite contrary to our norms of behavior. If she is to have a future here, your living arrangement should be terminated."

He leaned back in his chair and looked at me very sternly. "That, Sir, is the point. Is it clear to you now?"

I stared a long time at the idiot and finally said, "Let me check."

As he stared, incredulously, at me, I retrieved a tape recorder, stopped the recording, rewound it, and played it back in its entirety.

We all listened to the tape and then I said¸ "Here's what's clear. First, you better read all of our country's founding documents and you'll discover that Christ is never mentioned in them so your Christian foundation argument couldn't be more erroneous."

"Second, you just stepped into a quagmire. I am taking both your note to Dr. Davis, and this tape to your chief academic officer and, as a one royally ticked off officer of the American Association of University Professors, I am going to give her the option of firing you or having the campus censured for your violation of the separation of church and state and stepping on the rights of Dr. Davis."

To my knowledge my outburst was greeted with complete silence in the room, but I heard Gwen make some kind of strangled noise and in some kind of strangled voice, say "Excuse me" and she headed for the door.

She closed the door behind her, but we still heard her laughing hysterically as she raced out of Gearhart's office and down the hall.

I was completely confused by Gwen's behavior so I stood up and left his office. His secretary was sitting there was an amazed look on her face and her mouth wide open.

I looked down the hall in both directions and spotted Gwen to the left with her body shaking. As I walked to her I was relieved to see that she was still laughing hysterically. I stood there and the very proper Dr. Davis shocked me by morphing into the little Princess. She asked me to pick her up. I did and she wrapped her arms around my neck and simply laughed some more. I held her and waited for some sanity to be restored.

Gwen tried to explain why she was laughing, but every time she started to explain herself, her effort terminated in her losing any semblance of composure and disintegrating into helpless laughter. Finally, she gasped, "Put me down and let's walk."

I put her down and we walked, hand in hand, outside and across the campus. Eventually, she took a deep breath and said, "I'm OK now."

Gwen took a deep breath and said, "Thank heavens you're hearing isn't what it used to be because, when you were reading him the riot act, you got as far as 'violation of church and state' and he wet his pants. I heard it and when I saw the puddle forming under his desk I lost my mind and had to leave."

I really got a huge kick out of that because I really did loathe the little insect.

I suggested that we go get a cup of coffee because I had to call the AAUP. Gwen took me to the Student Union and got me a cup of coffee while I called the AAUP headquarters and played them the tape which they recorded. I told the staff person with whom I was speaking to alert any and all staff that I was heading next to the Provost's Office and, if admitted directly, someone from the Office was sure to call to confirm my legitimacy. I was assured that it would be handled promptly.

I finished my coffee and asked Gwen to walk us to the Provost's Office.

Gwen guided me across the campus to the administration building and we went upstairs to the Office of the Provost, walked in, and introduced ourselves to the Provost's secretary. I asked for an appointment with the Provost and the secretary frowned and asked, "May I ask the nature of your request?"

"Surely," I said. "We wish to discuss the possible censure of this campus by the AAUP."

The secretary snapped back in her chair and said, "Wait here, please," and she left her chair in a hurry and rushed into the Provost's office.

The secretary emerged from the office and asked, "Will you wait here? The Provost can see you shortly."

I responded, "Surely. And have the campus attorney present, too, if she or he is around."

The secretary said, "Counsel is being summoned as we speak."

We sat and Gwen said, "I have to pee."

I cracked up and said, "Well, go now, because this isn't going to be a short meeting."

Gwen rushed off and in a few minutes, Gwen returned in time for us to be welcomed by the Provost, Dr. Kathleen Bowen, and the attorney, Mr. Robert Wick.

We sat down and the Provost kindly said, "I know you by reputation Dr. David, but I'm not familiar with Dr. Davis."

Gwen succinctly explained to the Provost who she was and the Provost expressed her pleasure to meet her.

The Provost turned to me and asked, "And, about what is the AAUP concerned?

"Let me begin, Dr. Bowen, on a note of full disclosure. I am on sabbatical this semester writing a book and residing with Gwen where we are conjugal partners. Additionally, I find myself acting as an unofficial mentor given that none has been assigned by her department. Finally, I am here as an officer of the AAUP to report a grievance and to seek relief from that grievance."

Wick intervened and indicated that it would be judicious of his Office to confirm both my identity with the AAUP and my official presence in the Provost's Office.

I handed him the AAUP phone number and said¸ "Be my guest."

Wick left the office and I glanced over at Gwen to reassure her and found her looking at me wide-eyed. I smiled and winked at her, but saw no response from her.

The Provost said, "In the interest of time, let me presume that you are who you say you are Dr. David. What evidence do you have to share with me?"

I handed her Gearhart's note to Gwen and she read it and it was apparent that she should not play poker. Her face stiffened into something looking like stone.

"Is there anything else?" she asked.




At Long Last: Gwen Ch. 03



I handed her a tape recorder and said, "I taped this beginning at two forty-five this afternoon. Perhaps we should await Mr. Wick's return."

Wick did return and said, "He's legitimate and there's a tape involved."

Dr. Bowen pointed to the recorder and began listening to the tape, but she quickly leaned forward and stopped it and asked, "Is this session being recorded secretly?"

"It is being recorded," I answered.

Dr. Bowen asked, "Please turn it off."

My response was, "With all due respect to you and to your Office, my recorder will not be turned off."

Dr. Bowen turned to Mr. Wick who shrugged, "Let's play it their way. We have nothing to hide."

Bowen resumed playing the tape and played it through to its entirety.

At its conclusion, Dr. Bowen turned to me and asked, "What is it you want?"

"First, I want Gearhart gone immediately, be that by resignation, termination, extermination or early retirement. Do what's easiest for you, but he's not to be in that office next Monday."

Dr. Bowen said, "Done, but I assure you it won't be by extermination."

"Second, I want Gwen's personnel file brought, in its entirety, to Mr. Wick and I want Mr. Wick to examine it and expunge any negative opinions that pertain to her personal conduct. If there is any doubt about anything to be kept or deleted, I want to be consulted. I can be reached at Gwen's home."

Dr. Bowen said, "Done."

"Thank you¸ Dr. Bowen and Mr. Wick." I stood and shook their hands. "You'll have a copy of my report to the AAUP expressing my enthusiasm for your cooperation and willingness to uphold the standards of behavior the profession deserves."

Gwen stood to leave and Dr. Bowen asked me to wait outside for a few moments while she talked with Dr. Davis.

I walked outside, turned off the recorders, and took a seat in the outer office and chatted pleasantly with Dr. Bowen's secretary. About ten minutes later Gwen came out smiling and took my hand and we walked out of the Provost's Office and down the stairs and Gwen said, "Now, I really have to pee."

I laughed from the time Gwen left for the bathroom until she returned. Upon her return she took my hand we walked to my car during which time Gwen clutched my hand but said nothing.

We drove home in silence and, once home, Gwen took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom where she undressed and just dropped her clothes instead of hanging them in her closet. She finally spoke and said, "Come to bed with me."

I undressed and slid into bed beside her and she pushed me on my back and crawled on top of me.

Finally, Gwen spoke and said, "I have so much to say to you I don't know where to begin."

She thought a while and said, "Let me start with my conversation with Dr. Bowen. Dr. Bowen wanted to know where I found you and I told her how we met and she asked me if you treated me well. I told her you treated me like a princess and even called me 'Princess.' She told me to make sure you didn't get away and she asked me what I wanted to accomplish here and I told her the truth and she told me to do it," and Gwen started crying.

Naturally I was puzzled about the truth and the tears, but I held Gwen and waited for the rest of what she had to tell me. After crying for a while she asked me if I wanted to know what the truth was and what she told Dr. Bowen.

"Tell me what you want to tell me."

"I told her that everyone thought I would be a real scholar, but after living with you I knew that I had the aptitude, but I did not have the curiosity or drive or discipline to be a real one. I really wanted to be a university teacher and emphasize teaching without having to do research."

Then, Gwen sobbed, "I told Dr. Bowen that I wanted to marry you and move south with you and have you find me a teaching job where I could come home to you every night and prepare lessons."

My response was, "Princess, make me very hard."

Gwen rolled off me and slid down the bed and grasped my cock and sucked it and stroked it and sucked it some more until she said, "He's ready."

I got up so Gwen could move to where I had lain in the center of the bed. She lay on her back and spread her legs and I crouched over her and asked her to put him into her pussy. Gwen slid the head of my cock into her and she wrapped her arms around my neck and we looked at each other.

I began sliding into and out of Gwen very slowly and after three or four minutes, I said, "Don't you cum, you little vixen, until I've had my say and then, but only then, you can drown me, but I want you to hear me out."

Gwen nodded.

I kept the thrusts slow and deep for another few minutes and then said, "Princess, if you want to marry me and come south with me and have me find you a teaching position, that's what you'll have."

Gwen's eyes became the size of saucers and her legs wrapped around me and she gasped. I picked up the speed of my thrusts a bit and said, "Just be very sure of what you want."

As I increased the pace of my thrusts I asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," Gwen whispered.

"Good," I said and I simply slammed into warp speed and asked, "Do you want me to cum or do you want me hard later, too?"

"Auuuggggggggh! Huhhhhhh! Ugggghhhhhhhhhhh! Cum huh huh in huh huh meeeeeeeee huhhhh now Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Gwen's pussy gripped my cock so hard when she exploded I had a fleeting thought that she'd cut off the blood to it. I felt her flood my balls and upper thighs and she still held on to me and I think I blew my brains out into her pussy.

When we regained some sanity we looked into each other's eyes and I said, "Hey Princess."

Gwen asked me, "Hey what?"

I explained that Southerners greeted each other with 'Hey' and not 'Hi.'

Gwen smiled and asked, "Teach me how to be Southern."

"OK, number one, Southern wives never call their husband an idiot and second, they never, ever, yell at their husband."

Gwen laughed and said, "You're such an idiot. And, furthermore, don't you forget OUR rules. I can yell at you anytime I want and you can't do anything about it." 

"I don't recall agreeing to that."

Gwen grinned that devilish grin and said, "I make all the rules. That's the right of princesses." And, of course the little vixen then stuck her tongue out at me.

Then Gwen beat on my back and said, "Take Ivan out and get up and let me on top."

When we have reversed position, Gwen rested her chin on her elbows and said, "We have a new rule."

I said, "Oh?"

"Yes," she said, "Will, you scared me today in both Gearhart's and the Provost's Office. You never raised your voice, but you are absolutely scary when you are like that. Please don't be like that with me, ever."

I kissed her and said, "OK."

She grinned again and asked, "Will you really, really marry me?"

"Uh huh."

"Oh, Will, it will be such fun planning our wedding! Where shall we get married? When shall we be married? Whom should we invite?"

"Princess!"

"What?"

"Tell me the wedding date, time, place, and what to wear and I'll be there. I do not want to be asked question one about this. I'm busy."

"But, it's our wedding!"

"Yes, and isn't it wonderful that I can entrust you to attend to all the nonsense attendant to it?"

Of course Gwen started to cry.

I simply watched her cry.

When I neither held her nor said anything, I saw her sneak a peek at me and when she saw my stony face, she stopped the tears and started beating on my chest and yelling, "Big dumb Sasquatch!"

It didn't help that I started to laugh.

She stopped beating on me and jumped off the bed and found my trousers and wallet. Triumphantly, she extracted my credit card from my wallet and grinned and said, "You'll be sorry."

"I probably will." Then I added, "Call your daughter. I'm sure she'll be ecstatic to help."

Gwen brightened considerably and said, "That's a wonderful idea!"

To my delight, that's exactly what she did and the two of them spent the next hour talking about heaven knows what. I got up and washed and left the house and returned with Chinese for dinner.

When Gwen got off the phone she grabbed some dinner and excitedly told me everything she and her daughter had discussed. At some point she yelled, "You're not listening to me!"

My response was, "You have my rapt and undivided attention."

"Hah!" was Gwen's response. "Tell me what I just told you."

"I'm old, I can't remember anything that long."

"This is important, Old Man. Pay attention."

"OK," I said, "Let's do this. You make notes all day, every day, and then we'll take 30 minutes every evening and you can tell me everything you want to tell me about our wedding."

"That's what I'm trying to do right now, you idiot."

"Are you yelling at me again?"

Gwen yelled, "Yes, I'm yelling at you. How else do I get your attention?"

"You could try sitting in my lap and speaking softly and slowly."

There was a lengthy silence followed by Gwen saying, "Oh."

Gwen grinned and climbed into my lap and then, calmly, told me everything she and her daughter had discussed. None of it made any sense to me, but the Princess was excited so I listened. When Gwen finished, I explained to her that I appreciated her excitement and I was happy that she was happy and excited. However, I had understood very little of what she had said so if she expected me to remember details of our conversation tomorrow or a week or a month from now I wouldn't. What she had told me might as well have been spoken in Bulgarian for all I understood.

Gwen looked crestfallen and asked me about my experience with weddings and I explained that I had attended a few in my life, but knew nothing about preparations for them or what was expected of whom or who did what or when they did it. I summarized it by saying, "This is simply alien to me and I have a book to write and I'm concerned about my deadline, but I want you to have the best time of your life planning and executing it."

Gwen buried her face in my shoulder for a long while and sighed. Finally, she lifted her head and said, "I love you dearly and thank you for telling me what you just told me and how you told me. I feel like I just emerged from darkness into light in terms of understanding you."

She elaborated, "On one hand I see you as an academic and I know you consult with major corporations and I see this giant. Sometimes, I think of you as the Godfather. You can pull a few strings, you can make a phone call, you can sit in an office and intimidate people who just aren't otherwise intimidated. You fix everything that needs fixing. You design great studies and write clearly and concisely, you bring untold amounts of grant money to your campus. You simply dominate your environment."

"Then I see you telling me you never had a girlfriend. You had no idea what I was talking about when I offered you a pair of my panties. You tell me you don't know how, even with me, to initiate love making and you don't understand wedding ceremonies, and you look at me with the most puzzled expression when I yell at you. In my world, you are childlike. The contradiction is all very clear now."

"Uh, OK," was about all I could muster.

"Here's what we're going to do, Old Man. I want you to give me the names of your five best male friends who are married and I'm going to talk to their wives and learn how to plan a wedding that respects both of these worlds."

Gwen got some paper and a pen and I consulted my phone directory and gave her five names and phone numbers and Gwen said, "Good. Now, Anastasia is very wet and very agitated and wants the Old Man to lick her very thoroughly."

We exchanged positions on the bed temporarily scattering who knows how many cats. With Gwen on her back and a pillow under her bottom, and me poised above her, she presented her pussy to my mouth and I pulled back the doors to that precious opening and licked her sopping pussy until she was squirming and moaning. Finally she clamped her pussy to my mouth and asked me to suck her clit. I did and she screamed only once and bucked and shuddered to her orgasm.

//

When Saturday arrived, so did Barb in anticipation of Charles' visit that afternoon. Gwen excitedly explained to Barb that they were going to phone the wives of my best friends and determine how to plan a wedding so that I was a part of the event. Barb had lots of questions and Gwen explained everything fully to her. Barb became excited.

I retired to the spare bedroom which was my unofficial office and began cross-checking all my references in the now mostly completed book. Even from the spare bedroom I could hear gales of laughter from Gwen and Barb. Whatever it was they were discussing was awfully funny.

Around eleven thirty a gleeful Barb came to get me for a light lunch. I joined the two women and noticed that both of them were flushed from all the laughter that had ensued during the phone calls. Both mother and daughter would look at each other and smile or laugh.

As we began eating, Gwen consulted the notes she had amassed during her phone conversations and said, "All right, Old Man, here's what Barb and I learned this morning."

"One, Walt's wife Martha was very direct and blunt. To quote her, 'Don't let him get involved at all. He'll fuck it up royally.'"

I looked at the two women as they erupted into laughter.

"Two, Rasheed's wife, Rawanda, simply stuttered and finally blurted out, "No Will, no Will. He mess up everything."

Again, both women laughed uproariously.

"Three, Howard's wife, Lillian, said and I quote, 'For God's sake Gwen, keep that idiot out of it. When we got married, Howard had my entire family and his entire family and our rabbi furious with him.'"

By now Barb was laughing so hard she excused herself to go compose herself. My secret suspicion was that she had inherited her mother's thimble-sized bladder.

"Four, Dick's wife, Dorrie said...," and Gwen burst out laughing even before she started to read her notes. Barb reappeared and asked, excitedly, "Where are we in the notes?"

Gwen said, "Dorrie" and the two of them laughed.

Gwen started over, "Dorrie said, 'Gwen, don't even try to include him. You'll be lucky to get him to the ceremony with his fly zipped.'"

Both women convulsed into laughter and Gwen threw her notes into the air and walked away from the table just shaking all over with laughter. Barb was simply beyond sanity she was laughing so hard.

Eventually, Barb settled down and Gwen reappeared wiping the tears out of her eyes. Gwen walked to me and signaled that she wanted to sit on my lap so I scooted the chair back and she sat down and rested her head against my chest. Barb got up and reassembled Gwen's notes and asked, "Do you want me to read, Sarah's advice?"

I could feel Gwen's body shaking with laughter, but she said, "It's not necessary."

Barb put the notes down and came up to me and kissed me on the cheek. She asked me if she could make me a cup of coffee and I accepted. Gwen reminded Barb, "Two scoops."

Finally, I spoke and asked, "Would someone like to explain just what all this carrying on about means?"

Both women laughed and Gwen spoke, "Old Man, it means you don't have to do a darn thing with planning the wedding other than to show up with your fly zipped at the right time on the right day in the right place."

My contribution to the conversation concluded with, "Isn't that wonderful."

I enjoyed my cup of coffee while Gwen and Barb talked about Gwen's dad and how much he'd hate traveling to Virginia to give her away, but Gwen she'd talk to him and Barb said, "I'll help wear him down, too."

My ears perked up and I asked, "What's this giving you away? Does someone own you? How can someone give you away?"

Barb and Gwen looked at each other and Barb said, "Oh my gosh, they weren't exaggerating."

Gwen walked over to me and said, "Will...this is just like the ta-tas thing. Leave it alone. Drop it."

I said, "Well, OK, but I surely don't understand this."

Gwen gave me a look and I knew not to pursue it, but decided that I'd look up this practice on the web.

Barb asked, "What's the ta-tas thing?"

Gwen whirled around and said, "You, too. Just drop it."

Barb looked blankly at her mother and said, "OK."

Gwen started making a pot of coffee and getting some dessert ready for Charles' arrival.

About one that afternoon, the phone rang and a garbled voice came over the line that had Barb straining to understand. The phone was in speaker mode and Barb looked to Gwen for help. Gwen shook her head and said, "I can't understand a word."

Barb brightened and said, "Charles, turn off the Bluetooth and speak directly into the phone so we can understand you."

Following some static and squealing, Charles came on the line and said he'd be arriving in the next twenty minutes. He hung up and Barb and Gwen both looked quite pensive. I tried to keep an open mind about the boy.

On time, Charles arrived in a black Cadillac Escalade and the word "ostentatious" flitted through my brain.

Charles alighted from the big SUV looking like a king who was about to visit some of his poverty stricken subjects.

I seated myself on the couch to study him as he approached and with no greeting to either his mother or sister, he made a derogatory comment about his mother and the five cats who were fleeing for their lives when he came inside.

I got up from the couch and walked forward and extended my hand. Charles stopped, thrust out his hand, gripped mine firmly and announced to me, "Charles Davis, the Second."

I responded, "Will David, the First."

Gwen gave me one of her "I'm going to kill you" looks, and Barb's face splint into a huge grin. Women are hard to understand.

Gwen asked if Charles might be good enough to address her and his sister and Charles nodded to both of them.

Charles sat down and carefully crossed one leg over another and straightened the crease of his trouser leg carefully and brushed away a piece of imaginary lint.

He looked directly at me and sneeringly said, "Look, Professor, let me be upfront with you. I do not care for academicians. You take our money, act like those of us not in academe are philistines, and make no real contribution to commerce. It is not pleasant to think of you being married to my mother."

I sat for a while and finally asked, "Who cares?"

"Just what do you mean by that?" was Charles' puzzled response.

I responded, "Who cares what you think of the professoriate? You don't have to like me or respect me. I certainly don't care. What is at issue here is that you are important to your mother and I'm important to your mother and out of respect for her, we have to be civil to each other. Nothing more or nothing less is required of either of us."

"What a typically glib response. I should not have expected anything else from an academic?"

"Charles, you have me at a disadvantage here. I haven't a clue why you want to pick a fight with me."

"Are you stupid, Professor? I don't care for your kind and I don't care for you now that I've met you. Not only are you a typically glib bastard, you're too old for my mother and I'm repulsed by the thought of you and my mother together."

I said, "Fine. I have nothing more to offer."

Finally, Charles actually acknowledged Gwen and said, "I ask you not to have anything to do with this..." and he groped for a word and finally came forth with, "asshole."

Barb had been in my line of sight throughout this exchange and she was white hot with fury with her fists clenched. I turned to Gwen and did not recognize her for a moment. Her face was set in granite. She stared at her son for the longest time and finally spoke in carefully measured tones, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Just what do you mean by that?" snapped Charles.

Gwen said, "I mean that neither your father nor I ever raised you to be the insufferable ass you've become."




At Long Last: Gwen Ch. 03



"Get off it, Mother!" Charles shouted.

Barb lost it and rushed her brother and slapped him. Unfortunately, he turned and slapped her back and quite hard. Barb's head snapped back and she went down.

Gwen screamed and I said, "Uh oh!" and I stood up and started for Barb and Charles screamed at me, "Oh, you want some of that, too?"

I said, "No, I want to attend to Barb."

I got to Barb and got down on my knees and was glad to discover that the fluttering of her eyelids was diminishing and her eyes were focusing. I picked her up and laid her on the couch and propped her head on a pillow and held up three fingers. She said, "Three." 

I turned to Charles and said, "I think you better leave and I think you better seek counseling for whatever is ailing you."

Charles' eyes became huge and he screamed, "What?"

I repeated myself and Charles laughed at me and said contemptuously, "Counseling?! That's where weaklings, the likes of you, go."

Gwen snapped, and yelled, "Get out of here Charles! Get out, get out, get out!"

Charles scowled and said, "Fine! I'm leaving." And, then, he turned and spat on my shirt.

I grabbed Charles and had him in a standing hammer lock before he knew what happened and I turned to Gwen and said, "He's probably going to lose some blood and I don't want it all over the carpet and furniture."

Gwen looked at me uncomprehendingly and I said, "Come outside. I want a witness."

She followed me as I dragged Charles kicking and swearing out the front door onto the lawn where I released him and shoved him away. As I suspected he would, he uttered a mighty oath and turned and charged at me and, in his mindless headlong rush, his nose somehow collided with my left fist.

Blood arced out of his face and his nose flattened. He made some kind of inhuman noise I'd not heard before and he was flat on his back choking on his own blood. I'm not sure if Charles knew if he was in northern Virginia or Outer Mongolia. I'm also pretty sure he didn't care.

I gave Gwen my cell phone and asked her to call 911 explaining that Charles was going to the local psychiatric ward. I rolled Charles onto his stomach so that he didn't choke and Gwen made the call. The police and ambulance arrived within seconds of each other and Barb, Gwen, and I gave our statements to the police. Neither Gwen nor Barb could account for Charles' behavior and they gave the police the phone number of Charles' father thinking he might be able to lend some insight to the situation.

The police left and the three of us went inside and I poured coffee for everyone. No one spoke until I said, "I don't think that was your son, Gwen, or your brother, Barb. Like you, I have no idea what's wrong with him, but I think he's where he can get some help."

After coffee, I excused myself, and busied myself with my book. Barb eventually went to lie down and Gwen came to me and curled up in my lap and closed her eyes. I held her and we sat wordlessly.

About five o' clock Charles' and Barb's dad, Gwen's ex, showed up. We introduced ourselves and, thankfully, he didn't introduce himself as Charles Davis, the First.

His first question was, "Whose idea was it to put the kid in the psych ward?"

I indicated that it was mine.

"Good call," was his dad's response. "I've been on him for three months to get some help because he has simply been out of control."

He turned to Barb and said, "I don't think you should hear what I have to say. Please disappear for just a few minutes, Barb." 

Barb looked at her mother and Gwen said, "She stays."

Gwen's ex heaved a big sigh and said, "All right. Here it is in unvarnished detail. Charles has been struggling at work and his negative attitude has gotten him into some trouble at work. I'm not sure he can hold onto this job. His trouble at work has simply torn him to pieces."

"Secondly," and he glanced nervously at Barb, "in the last two months he's gotten two women into bed and both laughed at his"...and he groped for the word and finally blurted out,'equipment.' One woman went so far as to tell him that his Escalade was his way for compensating for that 'worm' in his pants."

He continued, "Charles' self-esteem is gone. He's in a state of rage against everyone and anyone and himself."

He then turned to me and said, "Let me commend you on the restraint you apparently showed. I read the police statement and you went beyond the call of duty not to hurt him."

He turned to Gwen and Barb and said, "I'm sorry."

To Gwen he said, "You didn't raise that boy the way he's turned out. I have no idea why he ran off the track, but he's a train wreck right now. Maybe the psychiatrist at the hospital can help him."

He got up and started to leave saying, "What a mess this is."

Gwen stopped him with her question, "How do you know this?"

Her ex turned and with tears in his eyes, he said, "That's the most pathetic part of it all. He tells me all this first-hand."

He left and the three of us looked at each other in amazement.

After a long silence, Barb asked, "What's the moral of this story?"

Gwen got up from the table and started fooling with the coffee pot and then looked back to Barb and said, "Grow a big one."

Barb turned bright red in embarrassment.

Somehow I kept a straight face and got up and walked up to Gwen and picked her up and she wrapped herself around me and gave me one of those marathon kisses that would have gone on longer if Barb hadn't said, "Hey you two, I'm embarrassed enough already." 

Gwen and I grinned at each other and I put her down gently. She shielded Barb with her body and gave Ivan a big squeeze.

Gwen got one of those devilish looks on her face and said, "What a day this has been. Let's make it a trifecta and call Grandpa."

Barb laughed and clapped her hands and said, "That will provide some comic relief!"

Barb turned to me, "Grandpa is Archie Bunker in real life. He hates everyone who isn't white, Republican, Protestant, and hasn't been in this country two-hundred years or more.

"This should be interesting," I said.

Gwen said to me, "You're not going to believe this. Just don't take it personally, OK?"

I nodded, "OK."

Gwen dialed and we heard her dad answer.

"Hi Dad, this is Gwen. How are you?"

"Gwen! I'm fine O Apple of My Eye. How are you?"

"I'm really well, Dad, and I'm calling to tell you that I'm getting married and I want you to come here to give me away."

Dad gave a whistle and asked, "You're not marrying another mean little bastard like the last one are you?"

"No Dad, this is really a fine man."

"Oh yeah? What's he do?"

"He's a professor, Dad."

"A professor! That is worse than that bastard you married. Professors are Communists"

"No, Dad, this fellow isn't a Communist."

"I'll bet the sonofabitch is a Commie. And a damn liberal, too! Bastards!"

"No, Dad, he's fine."

"What's the sonofabitch's name. I'm going to investigate him."

"Dad! There's nothing to investigate."

I grabbed a note pad and scribbled "Alger Hiss" on the pad and pointed to myself.

Gwen shook with laughter and said, "OK, Dad. His name is Alger Hiss."

"That even sounds Communist. How's he spell it?"

Gwen spelled it for him.

Her Dad then asked, "Is this professor a Jew? Damn, I hate Jews."

"No, Dad, this man is a Presbyterian."

"Wow, this sonofabitch is a really sneaky Commie. He's not black is he? Damn, I hate blacks."

Barb, nearly splitting her sides by now, had to leave the room so her Grandpa couldn't hear her laughing.

"No, Dad, this man is white."

"Well, at least you got the color right. Now, don't you go making any plans you can't cancel until I investigate this professor. Damn, I hate liberal bastards."

"OK, Dad, I'll be waiting right here for your report."

"You do that, Girl. My God, a professor can't support you. They give all their money to liberal causes. They're going to be the ruination of this country. I'll bet this sonofabitch approves of gay marriage."

"Dad, he doesn't approve or disapprove of gay marriage. He thinks it's a civil right for two people to marry."

"He's a goddamn liberal then. Damn, I hate liberals."

"I know Dad. But, I love you because you don't discriminate against anyone. You hate them all equally."

"That's right, dammit. Communists, all of them.

"OK, Dad. I'll be right here.

"How's that beautiful granddaughter of mine?"

Gwen responded, "Barbara is fine, Dad. She's just a delight."

Her Dad then asked, "How's that little prick of a grandson of mine?"

Gwen, and Barb, who was listening at the doorway to the kitchen, both looked shocked and then Gwen burst into laughter and said, "He's just as you described, Dad."

I saw Barb blush purple and heard Gwen's dad say, "Mean little bastard, too."

Gwen was wiping tears of laughter from her eyes and her Dad asked, "When are you marrying this Commie professor?"

"We haven't decided, Dad. Probably in June and I'll let you know."

"All right, Sweetie. You be good and take care of yourself."

"Bye, Dad."

"Bye, Sweetie."

By now, all three of us had tears of laughter in our eyes. 

"I have a question" I said. "What happens when he investigates Alger Hiss and discovers that he's been dead since 1996?"

Gwen laughed and said, "Oh, he won't investigate anyone. That's just his bluster and posturing. When he meets you, he'll be a pussycat."

"Does he really hate Jews and blacks?"

Both Gwen and Barb laughed and Barb said, "He doesn't even know any black people."

Gwen added, "One of his best friends at the senior center is Jewish and Dad doesn't even know it. The Jewish guy baits him all day long into saying outrageous things about Jews."

"How old is your Dad?" I asked.

Gwen thought a moment and said, "He's 77 or 78 now."

"This," I said, "should be funny."

All in all, the day was a wash. Both women had a lot of fun and both women were mystified and saddened by the behavior of their son and brother. I was amazed at the three-ring circus into which I'd wandered.

When we got to bed that night Gwen asked that I hold her. She was quiet for long periods of time and I suspected that she was grieving over her son. At other time she laughed and I suspected she was thinking either about her conversations with the wives of my friends or her Dad's bluster.

Suddenly Gwen just said, "O Lord, how I love you," and she hugged me with some amazing strength. I was so touched that she had five cats huddled near her. Each of them had apparently sensed her mood and they had come to comfort her.

//

On Sunday, we went to church and spent a very quiet day. Gwen rested and Barb and I played some board games and watched a little pro basketball on TV. Late Sunday afternoon, Barb departed for school and said she wished she didn't have to leave. Her reason: "Life is crazy here."

On Monday, Gwen and I slipped into our routine although Gwen did point out that Ivan had been ignored of late so Anastasia and Ivan enjoyed a long, slow screw that culminated with Gwen cumming loudly. She asked me not to cum in her saying she wanted Ivan to "squirt on my ta-tas." As I neared orgasm I pulled out of Gwen and she sucked Ivan until my groan signaled that I was about to explode. She aimed Ivan and I spurted my cum all over Gwen's nipples. She then sucked me until I had fully softened and we showered and our day unfolded.

In the next few days I made some real progress on the book and I could see the end in sight.

On Wednesday evening the phone rang and Gwen answered it and then turned to me with a really puzzled expression on her face and said, "It's my dean for you."

I spoke to the dean who made me laugh when he thanked me profusely for ridding him of that 'asshole Gearhart.' He then stunned me by asking if I'd be the acting chair of Gwen's department until the end of June.

Being really surprised, I pulled up a chair and sat and asked him why he was asking me to be acting chair. Gwen's eyes became very large and the little vixen unzipped me and extracted Ivan and began sucking him. She would look at me and nod her head and resume sucking. Clearly, she wanted me to be the acting chair.

I pointed out that Gwen was in the department and untenured and my serving as her chair was simply untenable and improper. He assured me that it would be fine given that the appointment would be for only three months and for only three to four hours daily.

I also had to remind him that I was on sabbatical and drawing a salary from my own university and my own university might have a problem with what was really double-dipping. The dean assured me that he would check that hurdle, but he wanted to know if I was amendable to the idea.

By now the Princess had lost all her clothes and had climbed onto the chair and was facing me. As the dean spoke, she was rubbing the head of my cock up and down her incredibly wet pussy.

My next question, would I thought, give him pause. I said, "How competent is the administrative assistant, because that's really who runs the department."

Gwen continued teasing her pussy with the head of my cock and I was having some genuine difficulty paying attention to the dean's response.

What I took from his response was that he had checked that carefully and had determined that the only reason the department had functioned at all during Gearhart's tenure was the knowledge and persuasiveness of the administrative assistant.

"What do you need done in the next three months?" was my next question.

Gwen had resumed sucking me and I knew it was useless to tell her to stop. The little vixen was enjoying this too much to stop and I guessed she was aching to tell me that I let her get away with anything. The fact that I did, didn't help my position at all.

The dean explained that he really didn't have a department at all. He did have eleven individuals all functioning in their own orbit and only Gwen had had the sense to go to the other departments in the school and say, "These are the courses I teach. Do you have a preference when I teach them so your students can access them?"

"In short," the dean explained, "I need them to have a departmental mission and a school mission. What I have now are a bunch of courses being taught out of sequence or at the inappropriate time."

Gwen had now turned around and was teasing my cock doggy style. I had to admit she felt awfully good.

"Are you aware," I asked the dean that I've managed my entire career to avoid being the chair of my department?"

The dean laughed, "That must be a story unto itself. But, I'm not worried about that. You've been around long enough to know what to do."

My final offering was, "Check this out at my place and if they don't object, we'll talk further."

The dean said, "Fine. Do I start with your chair or dean?"

"I guess," was my best estimate.

"Ah, you're as confused as I am. OK, I'll talk to you soon."

The conversation ended and Gwen thrust herself, doggy style, onto my cock.

"Princess, what are you doing and why are you doing this?"

Gwen said, "I'm practicing being the evil assistant professor who sneaks into her chairman's office and screws him."

"That's very evil and unethical," I noted.

"Yes, but Anastasia craves power. She will stop at nothing when it comes to her chairman's cock."

She rocked back and forth on my cock and said, "Phooey, this is no fun. I can't look into your eyes like this."

She pulled herself off my cock and lay on the floor with her legs spread swiveling her pussy at me.

I just stared at this amazing woman and she frowned and ordered, "Mount me, Old Man."

Boy, did I ever.

After her orgasm, she yelled at me because she had leaked all over the carpet and we had five cats looking at us like we were crazy. "You shouldn't ravish me in front of the babies. What will they think? And, look at the mess you made on the carpet!" 

I gently reminded Gwen that she was the evil assistant professor in this scenario and she had made the mess and the chairman certainly didn't clean up after the evil assistant professor.

Gwen pouted magnificently and decided that she could argue her way out of the carpet cleaning. When I suggested that perhaps the assistant professor might have four different preparations the next semester, she got up and retrieved the carpet cleaner and did a nice job on the carpet. And, all I had to listen to was a litany of complaints about the abuse of power by the chairman.

When the carpet was cleaned she came to me and sat, still naked, on my lap and I asked, "Why do you want me to serve as your acting chair?"

Gwen flashed her devilish grin and said, "You would be so serious and professorial and I could sneak into your office and suck Ivan."

"What if I wouldn't let you do that?"

Gwen smiled her Mona Lisa smile and said, "Fat chance of that!"

I burst out laughing as did she. She, of course, stuck out her tongue and then she said, "I love you, Old Man," and she hugged me fiercely.

//

Life, however, was getting complex. Gwen had put her house on the market to sell. I was reviewing all of her teaching materials so that I knew how to present her case for a lectureship at my own university and Gwen was calling the hospital every few days to see if she could learn anything about Charles the Second's condition.

The hospital was so secretive we had some doubts he was even a patient there. In fact, Gwen asked me to go to the hospital to confirm that he was there. Instead, I went to a judge who called the hospital for me and asked if they wanted to do this the easy way or the hard way. The hospital chose the easy way and confirmed that Charles was in treatment and was 'making progress' which was less than useful information. But, at least Gwen knew that Charles was hospitalized and receiving treatment.

Then the phone started ringing. First, it was my chair and then my dean and finally the vice provost for academic affairs all wondering if I was resigning to move to northern Virginia. I had to assure each of them, separately, that I'd be back in August to start the academic year. 

I did use the opportunity to talk to each of them about an appointment for Gwen and indicated that I had reviewed her teaching materials and they were stellar.

As I explained it to them, all of her teaching was based on student engagement in the material. Passive learning was absent. Students constantly had to answer questions, work problems, and apply reasoning to the material. 

The dean was quite interested and said he'd get back to me in a few days. True to his word, he did call back and say that the school did, as he suspected, badly need a statistics instructor who could manage at least two intro and one advanced stats classes each semester. 

He asked me to send him her materials for local review and if her materials passed muster, she would be invited to interview for a teaching position.

Gwen mailed the materials and we sat back to wait to hear something.

If this wasn't enough to disrupt my efforts at a quiet, ordered, life, Gwen's dad called to say he wanted to fly down to Virginia to meet me and he wanted to know when I'd be in town.

Gwen explained that I lived with her and the old coot nearly had a cardiac event. He ranted and raved that the country's morality was going to hell in a hand basket and what could he expect from a damned liberal named Alger Hiss and what the hell kind of a name was that anyway?

Gwen laboriously explained that I was not Alger Hiss and we had played a joke on him and Gwen explained that Hiss may or may not have been a Communist, but he served time in jail for being deemed one. The old guy was completely confused, but Gwen finally explained it in terms he could understand.

She carefully explained that my name was Will David and she would send money so Dad could purchase a round trip ticket for the next weekend. Dad promised to punch Will David in the nose for compromising his daughter's virtue.




At Long Last: Gwen Ch. 03



During the week I finished the initial draft of the text and Gwen and I celebrated with a nice dinner.

Early Friday morning my dean called to say the school definitely wanted to interview Gwen and the dean listed the dates they could accommodate her. When would her schedule allow her to fit into one of the dates ranges he had provided.

Because I had taken the call, I said, "Excuse me, Charlie. I haven't yet heard anything about the funding for her trip."

Gwen nearly fainted and was waving her hands violently for me to drop the topic.

Charlie yelled, "For God's sake, Will, this is for a lectureship. This isn't for a tenured position or top research position. There is no travel money for a position such as this."

My response was, "Look Charlie, I know my memory isn't what it was and I know yours isn't either, so why don't you ask your finance lady just how much that last grant I landed made for the school?"

"Damn you, Will. Do you always have to be a hard ass?"

"Charlie, if you had to spend your life dealing with bandits like yourself, you'd be a hard ass, too."

"All right, fine, Will. We'll pay for the trip, but I can't promise we won't route her through Winnipeg and Pocatello."

"You do that and let me accompany you to Budgetary Affairs to explain a plane ticket via Winnipeg and Pocatello."

"Will, you're a son of a bitch."

"Maybe I am, but Gwen isn't and I'm going to give the phone to her. Treat her nicely."

Gwen gave me one of her patented, 'You are an idiot' looks as she took the phone from me and then said, "Hello, Dean Carlton. I'm really thrilled to have the opportunity to meet with your search committee."

Charlie was still royally ticked and his response was a bit testy. "We're really looking forward to meeting you, too, but only if you leave that jerk you're marrying at home."

Gwen made me so proud. She gave it right back to the dean when she said, "Surely you're not referring to Will. He's such a pussycat."

Charlie burst out laughing and we could hear him muttering, "'A pussycat'. Yeah, right."

They settled on a May visit after Barb was out of school and could make the trip with us.

//

Barb drove to Gwen's on Friday evening so she could accompany us to the airport to meet her Grandpa. Even meeting Grandpa wasn't without drama because he didn't want to meet us at the baggage claim because he wasn't checking any baggage. No matter how Gwen explained it, Grandpa did not want to meet us at baggage claim. 

Finally, completely exasperated, Gwen said, "You'll meet us at baggage claim or you'll spend the weekend in the airport and that's the last we're going to hear of it."

Miracle of miracles, Gwen's dad did show up at the baggage claim. He was a bandy-legged, small old guy who just looked pugnacious. However, it was rewarding to see his face light up when he saw Gwen and Barb. After much hugging and kissing, Gwen introduced me to her dad.

Her dad looked at me incredulously and muttered, "Will David!?"

Gwen, Barb, and I all looked strangely at him and he stared at me wordlessly. Finally, he broke into a grin and said, "Yes, you're the same Will David I watched play basketball years ago."

He turned to Gwen and Barb and said, "This guy had the sweetest jump shot this side of heaven. He could elevate, then the stroke, then the wrist snap, and that ball went through the hoop. Oh, Gwen, this guy could shoot out the lights."

Then he whirled to face and he stuck out his chin and yelled, "But you couldn't rebound for shit!!"

I thought Barb would have a stroke. Instead she yelled, "Grandpa! Your language!"

The old guy turned to Gwen and asked, "What I say?"

Gwen said, "You just yelled 'shit'loud enough to be heard three concourses away."

Grandpa turned to Barb and said, "Sorry, Sweetheart."

Then he turned to me and yelled, "And, you played defense like a pussy!!"

I think Barb was trying to yell 'Grandpa,' but something like 'Grawpawwk' came out of her mouth. Gwen grabbed her dad and shook him and said, "Dad, now that's enough! Stop it!"

The old guy was mystified. "What I say?" he implored of all of us.

Gwen said, "Your language is awful. Now, calm down and speak softly without swearing and using foul words."

Her dad looked askance at Gwen and said, "I won't be able to speak all weekend."

Barb injected, "That, Grandpa, would be an improvement."

Properly chastised, Gwen's dad used a conversational tone to ask me, "Hey, why didn't you go pro?"

"I couldn't rebound for shit" was my response.

The old guy turned to Barb and Gwen and said, "See, I told you. Does this old man know his basketball or what?"

We left the airport and walked to the car. As we reached the car the old guy told me, "Did you know that I worked in the steel mills in Pittsburgh, Wheeling and Youngstown when I was younger?"

"No wonder they closed," was my response.

"Hey!" the old man said, delightedly. "This guy has a sense of humor."

In the car he said, "You know, you don't look like a Commie."

"No, I don't. They send us to Communist school and train us to look like Republicans," was my response.

This time both Gwen and Barb together said, "Will!"

The old guy never even heard them. "Why did you become a liberal?" he asked.

"I didn't know I was a liberal."

"Sure you are! You're parking your pickle in my daughter and you're not married to her."

There were some very strange sounds coming from the back seat and I asked, "Barb, did you just throw up in the car?"

"I'm about to, but I haven't yet," was Barb's response.

"Good. Hang tough, Barb. Well, Pops, they taught us in Communist School that Republicans don't have pickles, so I'm careful not to park mine anywhere and blow my cover." 

I heard Barb saying something that sounded like, "Eeeeuuuwwwwww!"

"What a load of baloney, that is!" Pops yelled.

"Do you mean Republicans do have pickles? Why are they so angry all the time, then?"

Gwen's Dad yelled, "We are not angry all the time, dammit!"

I distinctly heard a pleading tone to Gwen's voice as she said, "Will, please stop."

I said, "Ok," and slowed the car and pulled off the highway onto the shoulder.

I tuned around to see why Gwen wanted me to pull over and found her glaring at me and yelling, "No, you idiot. I didn't mean the car. I meant I want you to stop baiting my Dad."

Her Dad yelled, "What, what? Who's baiting me?"

Gwen said, with a distinct overtone of exasperation in her voice, "Dad, Will is just teasing. He really is not a Commie or a liberal or anything else like that. He's just playing with you."

"Really?" Pops asked me.

"I'm afraid so, Pops."

"Damn, I was really enjoying whipping your ass in that argument."

"Yeah, I think that's why Gwen made us stop."

Gwen asked, "Are you hungry, Dad? Do you want to stop for something to eat?"

"Sure! I'm hungry."

Gwen asked, "Where would you like to eat?"

"IHOP! That's my favorite restaurant."

Accordingly, we found an IHOP and Gwen's dad ate to his heart's content. After eating we went home and he was amazed to find five cats. More amazing was that the five cats were interested in him. Fluffy, one of Gwen's cats virtually adopted the old guy and parked herself on his lap. The old man was simply ecstatic. We soon discovered that we really didn't have to entertain the old guy at all. He played with the cats, watched television, looked at our books and asked questions. It was actually fun dealing with him unless something remotely political intruded into the conversation. Then, he tended to go bat-shit crazy, but we learned pretty quickly to steer the conversation away from topics that triggered his outbursts.

Gwen's dad tired early and he happily toddled off to bed. We had all noted that his clothes fit him too loosely and I gave Barb some money and asked her to take him shopping on Sunday to get some shirts and pants that fit him. Barb said she would.

On Sunday morning Gwen's dad was beside himself with joy because two of the cats had slept with him. Things got a bit sticky, however, when he asked if his grandson, Charles, would be visiting. Gwen explained, again, as simply as she could, that Charles was having emotional problems and he was hospitalized for them.

Again, this did not really compute for the old guy and he asked, "Is Charles in a loony bin?"

Barb concocted an interesting answer to his question by explaining that the 'loony bin' was reserved for people on the top two floors of the hospital and Charlie was only on the ground floor where people were helping him understand why he was so angry with, and mean to, people."

Interestingly, Barb's explanation satisfied her grandpa.

We did take him to church and that experience resulted in an amazing episode.

For reasons we couldn't discern, Gwen's dad was transfixed with the minister. In fact, he never took his eyes off the minister and listened intently to the sermon with an attention span that Gwen later indicated she did not think her dad still possessed.

As we departed church and approached the minister who was greeting and shaking everyone's hand, Gwen whispered to her Dad, "Don't swear at the minister." Happily, the old man did not.

We went to lunch and the old guy was strangely silent. We sat and ordered and I could tell that both Gwen and Barb were tense waiting for what they considered to be an inevitable rant about liberals in the pulpit.

After we were served, the old guy looked at me and said, "What do you think about that minister?"

I said, "I think he's a smart guy and he's well educated."

Gwen's dad nodded and said, "I think so."

Barb expelled a sigh of relief and Gwen looked heavenward and said, "Thank you, God."

Then, the old man just blew us away as he talked about the sermon during which the minister, by explaining how the original Greek words in this morning's Scripture, changed the meaning of the verses and how much clearer the writer's intent became when the contemporary meaning of the English words were set aside and were replaced with the meaning affixed to Greek words in the first century.

It was clear that the old man was enthralled with what he'd learned that morning. He wanted to know where someone could learn that and Gwen explained that it could be learned in college, but more likely in a divinity school or seminary.

For the first time in his life, the old guy asked Gwen what she taught. Gwen explained that, right now, she taught mostly statistics and her dad asked if that was like baseball averages. Gwen indicated that some of baseball's numerical indices were statistics, but she also explained how statistics were used in marketing, in production, in finance, in medicine, in psychology, in schools and so forth.

The old guy didn't forget to eat, but he ate a lot slower this afternoon than he had last evening. He was intent: he had focus. He also elicited a lot of smiles from us when he announced, "You guys are fun. You don't just bitch about things. You do stuff."

After lunch Barb took Grandpa to buy some pants and shirts and maybe a jacket and they returned from Wal-Mart with clothes that really fit. The old guy was amazed and he proudly pointed out that Barb was so smart that she took him to the Boys' clothing section instead of the Men's and that was why his clothes fit properly. He was tickled. Then he proudly held up the Wal-Mart bag and said, "Sam Wall -- a real American. If you want to buy American, go to Sam Wall's."

I laughed and was ready to ask him to check the labels when both Barb and Gwen yelled, "Willlll!"

I looked at Barb and said, "You're even starting to sound like your mother."

Pops played with the cats for a while and then announced that it was time for his flight home so we bundled him into the car and took him to the airport. We took him inside to the security area and watched him assault the area like it was beach landing. He managed to get into an argument with every security officer he encountered and the last we heard of him was a shouted, "Commie bastard!"

Gwen and Barb collapsed into each other's arms in relief.

I, myself, just let out a huge sigh and said nothing. Gwen looked at me and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"No," I smiled, "I was just comparing my life pre and post-you. Before you I led a well-ordered, restrained, predictable, quiet life and since you, everything in life is an adventure."

Gwen's response was, "Old Man, you needed a little spice in your life."

My response was, "I wonder what you consider a lot."

Gwen grabbed one hand and Barb the other and we marched out of the airport to the car. On the way, Barb said, "Will, you're a neat old guy. It's a shame you couldn't rebound."

Gwen laughed. I didn't.

When we got home Barb announced that she was staying the night and would miss her Monday morning classes. Gwen quickly disabused Barb of that idea and a grumbling Barb packed her things and headed back to college.

I said that I had to unwind and would watch the Celtics and Heat game. Gwen said she'd join me. Warning bells started jangling in my head because Gwen cared as much about basketball as I did about the mating habits of the Gila monster.

Sprawled on the couch I turned on the TV and settled back. Gwen lay on her tummy with her head on my thigh. Give her credit, she did watch for at least three minutes before she unzipped my fly and started rooting around saying "Ivan? Ivan? Come out, come out, wherever you are."

I impassively watched the game.

Gwen exclaimed, "There you are, you bad boy. Oh my, what a big boy you are."

I impassively watched the game.

Next, I felt a very warm and wet mouth close around my cock followed by a gentle sucking.

I, none too impassively, continued to watch the game.

When Gwen had me fully erect, she said to Ivan, "Be a good boy and I'll be right back."

As I watched the game I could see her peripherally removing all her clothes.

Once naked she sidled up to my left side and grasped Ivan and said softly, "This is a good game. You can keep watching and I'll just slip my nipple into your mouth and you can suck every time someone makes a basket."

We did that for a while as I used every ounce of endurance I had not to burst out laughing.

After a few minutes of this Gwen grabbed my left hand and pulled it to her pussy and told me not to take my eyes off the game, but to slide a finger into her little volcano. She grabbed my wrist and started sliding onto and off of my finger saying, "I'm glad this game is giving you a chance to unwind."

Where I found the strength not to burst out laughing I don't know. I do know that my face was contorted into series of grotesque masques as I struggled to look at the TV.

After a few minutes Gwen said, "I know I won't disturb your concentration by sitting on Ivan because you're so tall and I'm so short you can just look over my shoulder and not miss a second of this exciting action."

She then climbed aboard me and positioned Ivan at the entrance of her pussy. She stayed there for a few seconds remarking, "When have you ever seen two such evenly matched teams?"

With that, she rapidly slid down and then up and down and up and down my cock. I erupted into laughter and looked at Gwen who stuck out her tongue at me and said, "You still let me get away with murder, don't you Old Man?"

I had no answer for the little vixen. Or, if I did, it was to wrap my arms around her while she wrapped her hands around my face as she accelerated her piston action on my cock. We stared, in wonder, at each other and then we smiled and kissed.

The kiss triggered the little Princess into action and she pumped faster and faster up and down my cock until we were both groaning. I lost myself in Gwen although I do remember bellowing as I emptied myself into her. 

We collapsed. I fell backwards onto the couch back and Gwen fell onto my chest. We decompressed for a long time and I finally spoke: "If you leaked all over this couch, you're going to clean it up."

Gwen giggled and said, "The pretty Princess is simply exhausted and must be carried to her bed. The older gentleman can return and clean the couch." 

Groaning, I got up and carried the Princess to the bed, but she diverted me to the potty, first, and then to bed. As I laid her on the bed she whispered, "Hurry back."

I checked the couch and was delighted to discover that the little volcano hadn't erupted onto the fabric so I turned off the TV and prepared for bed. When I got into bed Gwen climbed on top of me and said, "Tomorrow is Monday. I can't wait to see what the new week brings."

My response was, "I certainly can wait."

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Chapter 4 is dependent upon your feedback. 



At Long Last: Gwen Ch. 04



Chapter 3 concluded with Will trying to watch a basketball game and Gwen bouncing up and down on him instead.

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Monday morning arrived all too early. I stretched and groaned and tried to move a few more muscles and each effort resulted in a few more groans.

Eventually I realized that the little Princess was watching me with a wide grin on her face.

Her first words were, "Is the poor Old Man stiff and sore this morning?"

"Yes, he is," was my response.

Laughing delightedly, Gwen said, "Poor Old Man," and with that she buried herself under the covers and I felt her clutch my cock. From deep under the covers I heard her muffled voice, "I'm checking to see if Ivan is in working order."

I would know the feel of that warm, wet mouth anywhere and, in short order, I felt Ivan expanding. I felt Gwen release Ivan and come out from under the covers to announce, "All is well. Ivan is in functioning condition."

"That's a miracle," I responded, "given the pounding you gave him, and me, last night. Do we need a new couch?"

"If we do need a new couch it's because you become so animated watching basketball. I certainly did nothing to interrupt your silly basketball game." With that pronouncement, the little vixen batted her eyes at me.

"Well then, why is it I have the very definite recall of a little Princess bouncing up and down on my cock and gloating about my still letting her getting away with murder? That, Princess, occurred last night on the couch."

Gwen adopted a very concerned look and said, "Oh dear! You're so confused Old Man. This happens with age. We'll call the doctor today and you'll have a nice examination and get some medicine and you'll feel a lot better very soon."

I simply looked at Gwen for a moment and then asked, "When was the last time you were put over someone's knee and really spanked."

Ha! It doesn't matter when it was because you are not going to spank me."

"Oh and why am I not going to spank you?"

"You're not going to spank me because I'll bat my eyes at you and ask you nicely not to spank me and you'll start laughing and that will be the end of that."

To my considerable consternation, I started laughing and Gwen stuck out her tongue at me. 

Then she said, "Lay down, Old Man, and let me get on you."

We got into our usual serious conversation position with me on my back and Gwen lying on top of me.

"What is it, Princess?" I asked.

"I think, Will, you're going to get a call, if not today, tomorrow at the latest, about being the acting chair position in my department."

"Uh huh," I noted.

"I'm not sure you should take it, Will."

"Please share with me why you think that."

"There are eleven of us, Will. You work very well alone or as the head of a small project. I've noticed, people simply wear you out. You're energized by solitude or near solitude whereas with groups of people you become drained quickly. We have some tough characters in the department who are combative, and while you can handle them pretty easily, it will consume a lot of energy that you would otherwise use more productively."

"OK, that's a perceptive comment, Princess."

"So, I'm not sure being the acting chair is the best fit for you," was Gwen's conclusion.

"What would you say if I suggested that I won't be dealing with eleven people, but with two at most?"

"Oh, that's interesting. How did you get to that idea?"

I said, "There's no way I can make any progress trying to herd cats which is what a collection of faculty is. But, if the faculty themselves take ownership of the project to define the department, this might work."

I continued, "I'll outline to everyone what I want done by a given date and instruct everyone to figure out how to tackle the problem and come to some resolution. I'll ask the group, depending upon how they organize, to have one or two people who routinely update me on progress and come to me for intervention if it's needed."

"Gwen looked a bit concerned and asked, "What if the folks in the department simply won't play ball with you and do nothing?"

"If that happens, the untenured ones will walk the plank and be looking for a job and the tenured ones will have seen the last salary increase of their working lives at this university."

"You could do that, Old Man?"

"I'll work that out with the dean in negotiations or I won't take the position."

"Oh boy! Maybe I'll get to screw the chairman in his office yet!" Gwen shouted.

Again, I had to laugh at this bundle of womanhood and Gwen said, "Let's go to the Y and see if you can't work out that stiffness and soreness," and that's what we did.

The rest of Monday was so quiet that when the phone rang that afternoon, all the cats descended on the kitchen to watch me answer the phone. It was Gwen's dean and he said he had the clearance from my university to hire me temporarily and could we talk about the appointment? I suggested he name the time and he said, "How about now?"

I agreed and drove to campus and we talked and worked out our strategy and decided on my compensation. I negotiated for five thousand a month and then lowered it to four thousand so that the administrative assistant could have an immediate three thousand dollar raise. The dean whistled his admiration at the salary raise for the assistant and noted, rather unnecessarily, that I'd just secured her undying loyalty.

We agreed that we'd meet with Gwen's department the following Monday afternoon. On Tuesday, I met with the Office of Institutional Research and defined a number of reports that I wanted them to generate by Friday and they agreed.

On Wednesday the dean and I met with the chairpersons of all the other departments in the school and told them to expect to be visited by various members of Gwen's department in the near future. At that meeting I also learned just how disgusted the other departments in the school were with Gwen's group. Clearly, the dean had not exaggerated the dysfunction in Gwen's department.

Gwen was intrigued with the behind-the-scenes machinations in which the dean and I were engaged. Every evening she would pepper me with questions about what we were doing and why. She also reiterated that people in her department had been at the conference and knew we were a couple. As she so delicately put it, "They have to know I am acquainted with Ivan." She does have a way with words sometimes.

On Saturday morning, Barb arrived for the weekend much to Gwen's and my amusement. "Why?" Gwen wanted to know, "do you spend every weekend here rather than at school?"

Barb's answer was, "Oh, this crazy place is a lot more fun than anything going on at school."

Barb found out just how crazy it was on Sunday morning when she, responding to one of Gwen's outbursts of laughter, walked into our bedroom to ascertain what was so funny. Barb caught us, flagrante delicto, in bed. Gwen later described the look on Barb's face as incredulous as Barb said, "Oh my god, Will. That thing is big!"

I froze when I realized that Barb was in our bedroom. Gwen did not. She came roaring out of bed, naked of course, and ushered Barb out of the bedroom and I heard Barb say, "Wow, nice ta-tas Mom!"

The next sound was Gwen giving Barb unadulterated hell for walking into our bedroom while Barb tried to explain why she entered, but it was a losing battle. Gwen was upset and let Barb know it in no uncertain terms. Barb apparently retreated to the safety of the guest bedroom and an incensed Gwen came stamping and jiggling back to our bedroom. I remarked, "Nice ta-tas, Mom."

The whole thing had an interesting effect on Gwen because she jumped on the bed, squatted over Ivan, grabbed him, and literally shoved Ivan into her pussy and slammed herself up and down on me. I did comment, "Possessive, are we?"

Gwen, through gritted teeth, muttered, "You're damned right I'm possessive, Old Man. This is my cock and no one else even looks at it."

I kissed Gwen very passionately, and she enjoyed a groaning orgasm.

When Gwen recovered from her orgasm, she put on a robe and marched right out of the bedroom and into Barb's bedroom and gave Barb another real talking to, the likes of which I'd never heard coming from Gwen before. This was one angry little Princess and Barb knew it.

Later, when we came out of the bedroom to go to the kitchen, Barb was waiting for us and apologized to both of us.

Gwen was still steaming and only nodded her head in acknowledgement of Barb's apology. I, however, said, "Barb, I accept your apology and I even understand your response to your Mom's laughter, but you were way out of line making any kind of comment whatsoever about my penis or your Mom's breasts. You should have immediately turned and left the bedroom without comment. You're a very integrated part of your Mom's and my relationship, but you don't cross the line into our bedroom and into our intimate relationship. That's just out-of-bounds."

Barb dissolved into tears and started sobbing and I nodded to Gwen to go to Barb and Gwen shook her head signifying she would not. So, Barb sobbed a while longer and when she had dried her tears she arose and went to the guest bedroom and picked up her clothes and started out the door.

I stopped her and said, "We don't want you to leave. Stay the day as you always do. You screwed up, it's been explained, you understand it, and now we pick up and go on."

Barb said, "I can't. I've never, ever, seen Mom so angry with me that she won't talk to me. I just can't be comfortable here."

Gwen appeared at that moment and put her arm around Barb and led her back to the guest bedroom and they were in there a while. What Gwen said, I don't know. But, the two of them emerged fifteen or twenty minutes later and we went on to church and lunch and had a good morning of it.

Sunday afternoon was quiet. Barb studied while Gwen prepared for classes and I studied the number of reports I'd requested from Institutional Research. Barb left for college after we had a light dinner at home.

On Monday we followed our usual routine until I drove to Gwen's school in the afternoon. Her departmental meeting was at 3:00 p.m. and we started on time with all faculty and Marcie, the administrative assistant, present.

The dean called the meeting to order and then delivered a stinging lecture to the assembled faculty. I doubt, in the history of higher education, a faculty had ever been spoken to in the manner the dean did on this occasion.

He literally ripped them to shreds and he included some choice comments from the other departments in the school. He concluded his remarks with the information that a search was on for a new chairperson and a search was on for new faculty as well because he anticipated that a lot of "deadbeats in this room won't be here in August."

He then introduced me as the Acting Chair and told them I had been given the mission of starting to make this collection of 'clowns' into an integral part of the school.

He turned the meeting over to me and departed. I sat and studied the eleven faculty members for a few minutes and let them stew in their juices. Gwen was watching everything with clinical detachment. Others were simply fuming at the indignity heaped on them. Others were confused and floundering and all, except Gwen, were looking at me with ill-disguised hostility.

Finally, I stood up and began by saying, "Let me give you a little more context of what is going on here. You folks are in some real jeopardy. The dean has my back. The Provost has his back. The President has her back and the Board of Trustees has, as usual, their collective heads up their collective asses, and if the President told them it was noon at midnight, they'd believe him."

"In other words, folks, this department is in such shambles, the President has been informed that you are a bunch of loose cannons."

Then, I stood for a while and let them think about what I'd just said.

I continued, "Resignations are being accepted at any time. Turn them into Marcie, and I nodded to the administrative assistant, anytime in the next few weeks. If you plan to resign, you're excused from this meeting now."

No one departed. 

One fellow did speak up and say, "What if I choose not to resign and also choose not to participate in this game."

I responded, "This is no game. Restate the question if you want an answer. "

"All right," the guy grumbled, "what if I don't participate in this process?"

My response: "That's a good question. Are you tenured or non-tenured?"

"Tenured," he said.

"Then, I hope your salary is quite sufficient because you'll never see another raise as long as you work here."

The fellow came up out of his chair and bellowed, "What did you say?" 

I said, "Get your hearing checked. A prof with a hearing problem can't operate at optimal levels."

He stared at me for a while, but he did sit down.

A young fellow asked, "I'm not tenured. If I don't participate in the activities you have planned, what's in store for me?"

My response was, "You'll be denied tenure on the grounds that your Service Record is 'Inadequate.'"

"But," he protested, "what if my teaching and research are excellent?"

"Tenure, as you should know, is based on excellence in either teaching or research or both and a ruling of, at least, "Adequate' in the other one or two categories. 'Inadequate' in any category deems you unfit for tenure."

I was smiling to myself because Gwen was on the edge of her seat watching and listening with rapt attention.

"Are there other questions?" I asked.

An old timer on the faculty laughed out loud and said, "You have our attention. What do you have in mind?"

I laughed, too, but with him, not at him. He had been around long enough to know when his balls were in a vise.

"All right. Here is the overall goal. We want two statements. The first deals with how this department relates to the mission of this school. You are an incredibly important service department to this school. Nearly every department sends students to this department to learn stats and research design, survey research, etc. What do those departments need you to teach? When do you need to teach it? What do they need their students to learn?"

"The second deals with how this department fits into the world of scholarship. What do we emphasize and how do we demonstrate that emphasis in our graduate curriculum, in the recruitment of graduate students, and research?"

That's the first step. Second, and we're not worried about this now, we'll want an implementation time-line. For now, put that aside.

"If you didn't digest all that orally, I've written essentially the same thing on a paper I'll be giving you."

"Right now, count off in twos."

The faculty did and I said, "For now, those of you who are ones, will deal with the service aspect or how does this department relate to the mission of this school. The twos will deal with the second issue."

"If you are in one group and prefer to be in the other, find someone with whom to switch, but neither group may have fewer than five people."

"Each group will elect a chair and that chair will report to me on progress and issues and seek me out if my intervention is needed on an administrative problem."

"I'll be in most days from 10:00 a.m. until 1:00 or 2:00 p.m. Make an appointment with Marcie if you need to see me. I don't have an open-door policy and if you come to me with some damned departmental politics issue I'll bloody your nose. I am not here to babysit. I am here to get this job done."

I nodded to Marcie and said, "Marcie is now passing out the statement of what has to be done and she is also passing out reports on every class taught in this department for the past three years. The reports document the department of origin of every student, the students' class standing, and the students' by gender and ethnicity, etc."

"A separate grade report is being issued for each course and I will say the grading practices, because there is apparently no policy, are deplorable. Grade inflation is rampant and it will have to be stopped. The other departments are reporting that their students are earning 'As' and 'Bs' here and are clueless about what they ostensibly learned here while earning an 'A' or 'B.'"

"Meeting dismissed and I want the chairs of the committees to meet with me on Friday at Noon and, by God Almighty, there better be some progress to report."

No one moved! 

I stood up to leave and someone yelled, "Wait!"

"A question?" I asked.

The old fellow with whom I'd shared a laugh said, "Yes, we have a question. We know who you are, but we don't know what in the world you're doing here. How'd you get here?"

"I'm sure a few of your colleagues can fill in the blanks for you," as Marcie and I departed.

When Marcie and I left the room on the way to the departmental office Marcie remarked, "I think you put the fear of the Lord in them."

"We'll see, Marcie, we'll see. Never, ever, underestimate the ability of a faculty to turn a task into a marathon of mental masturbation."

I went home to Gwen's place and Gwen never came home until 6:00 p.m.

She came in the door and ran to me and said, "Up!

I picked her up and she announced, "We were working, as a faculty, until a few minutes ago. It was amazing!"

Then she kissed me and said, "You scared me. Imagine what you did to the others."

I grinned and said, "Well, if it got them moving and thinking, that's a really good thing."

"Yes!" Gwen said, and then she said, "Feed me. I'm hungry."

"Did you not say you were making dinner tonight?"

"I did say that, but I didn't know we'd be working as late as we were."

"OK, where do you want to eat?"

"Let's go someplace nice."

"Princess, why do you never say, 'Let's go someplace crummy?'"

Why was I not surprised when she stuck out her tongue at me?

At dinner Gwen told me, "The faculty decided I should be excluded from their deliberations because I'd run home and tell you everything they said."

I smiled and asked, "And, your response to that was what?"

"Oh, I told them that would make you angry and you'd think of something really Machiavellian for them, so they let me stay."

"One guy was really ticked off and asked me, 'Do you really live with that arrogant bastard?'"

Again, I smiled and waited for Gwen's response which was, "Will is easy-going and indulgent, really, but he has some standards for the professoriate that this group has violated and he wants it corrected."

Gwen continued, "One fellow wanted to know what happened to Gearhart and I told him I didn't know. Should I have told the truth?"

I thought about that for a while and finally said, "You don't know what happened to Gearhart. You know why something happened to him, but what it was, neither you nor I have any idea. The fellow asked the wrong question."

Gwen nodded and said, "Another fellow wanted to know if you even knew the names of the people in the department. I told him I had no idea. And, another guy yelled at me for not alerting my colleagues about what was afoot."

"Uh oh," was my response.

"Yes, I tore him a new asshole. Boy, did I let him know that I don't know everything that is going on and much of what I heard today was as new to me as it was to him."

"Princess, you tore him a new what?"

"I tore him a new asshole."

"That's a Southern phrase. Where did you hear it?"

"I guess I heard that one at MIT when I was a grad student."

"Well, that fellow how has a lot of new assholes because I thought the dean really did a job on those fellows."

"He really did, didn't he? The dean was really angry. You were stern, but you weren't angry. And, the department is furious with the dean. He was demeaning."

I thought about that for a while and said, "Well, here's something you can share with your colleagues that they don't know. The Provost, herself, came down on the dean harder that he came down on the faculty today. That's how poorly the department is perceived on campus. Complaints had reached all the way to the Provost's Office."




At Long Last: Gwen Ch. 04



Gwen's response was, "Wow!"

We both ate a few bites and Gwen said, "And, you know what else?"

My response was, "No, I don't know what else."

I saw the devilish grin coming a mile away and she said, "Watching you today made me so horny for you. All I could think about was, I get to go home and have him do magical things to my body."

I sighed, "You know, Princess, I am 62 years old."

Still grinning, Gwen came back with, "Hush! Ivan will hear you and he doesn't know that. He's too dumb to realize that."

I just shook my head and smiled at her and asked, "And what is it you want me to do that is so magical?"

She shivered and said, "Anastasia is wet right now. I'm sure she needs licked and we'll go from there as needed."

The rest of our dinner was taken up with a discussion of Gwen's classes and what topics her students were finding difficult. I discovered that, while I was no slouch when it came to pedagogy, Gwen was a lot more informed about, and attuned to, the different ways students learned. It was a typical enjoyable meal. When we finished I paid the bill and we drove home.

On the way home Gwen asked, "You said you don't have an open-door policy for the faculty. That, of course, doesn't apply to me, does it?"

"That applies doubly to you," was my response.

Gwen went into her best pout routine and informed me that I wasn't being fair at all.

"How am I not being fair?" was my question.

"I'm different! I'll be your wife shortly."

"Do you want me to have a double standard of one policy for ten faculty people and a different one for one faculty member?"

"I'm not just another faculty member. I'm special! I'm the Princess!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, I see. Well, then, the policy doesn't apply to you."

"Ha! I knew you'd let me get away with that."

"How did you know I'd let you get away with that?"

Gwen rolled her eyes and said, "Honestly, Old Man, when did you ever not let me get away with something I wanted?"

"Well, let me think."

Gwen injected, "You wouldn't go shopping with me for a new bed and I knew you weren't going to plan the wedding with me."

"Why did you give me the answers before I could think of them?" was my question."

Gwen's answer was, "Because you're such an idiot and you'd never think of such things."

"Was this a test?" I asked.

"Of course not. Ivan is smarter than you when it comes to dealing with our domestic life. Why would I test you when I know you'd fail?"

"What do you mean, 'Ivan is smarter than me?'"

"Oh, Will, at least he knows when to get big and hard while you just sit there and look at me to explain everything else."

"Why are you giving me such a hard time?"

"It's just fun and I know you're clueless about what I'm doing!"

I simply broke into laughter and shook my head in wonderment at this tiny creature. When I looked over at Gwen she stuck out her tongue at me.

When we got home we went inside and spent a few moments with the cats as they milled around our feet. We petted them all and spoke to them and then Gwen said, "C'mon Old Man. Let's go to the bedroom."

Three of the cats beat us to the bedroom. I asked Gwen if she thought our behavior was so predictable that the cats knew that we'd be heading to the bedroom when we came into the house. 

"They aren't dumb," was Gwen's response.

Gwen was taking off her clothes and I followed suit. She was quicker than I and she landed on the bed before I did and I heard, "Hurry up, Old Man."

When I was naked I climbed onto our bed and I looked at Gwen and, I admit, I was awestruck. Gwen saw me simply staring at her and she cocked her head and asked, "What?"

I stared at her for a few more moments and shook my head and said, "I just can't believe where I am in life. How did I ever arrive here with this gorgeous, smart, funny creature?"

Gwen smiled and opened her arms to me and we hugged. I realized that I had an erection even without Gwen's ministrations. She felt it, too, and said, "Ooooooh, someone is very hard right now. Shall we dispense with the licking of Anastasia?"

"Let's us," was my concurring response.

Gwen laid back and spread her legs and I positioned myself over her. She grasped Ivan and guided him to the entrance to Anastasia and I gave a gentle shove and the head of my cock slipped into her little volcano. 

It didn't seem to matter how often we did this dance of love because every time I entered the little Princess, I still seemed to get the same thrill I did the first time. I noticed that Gwen winced with pleasure when I slid inside her.

When I thrust slowly into her, Gwen gasped, and when I slid backwards she groaned. I maintained the slow thrusting for minutes on end until Gwen urged me on with a request of "Faster, Old Man."

Gwen wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck and came off the bed so she was suspended in air and we were connected at the waist, neck, and the piston going into and out of her.

Gwen plastered her lips to mine and I felt her tongue inside my mouth. We remained in this position kissing for what seemed like minutes until she broke the kiss and said, "Oh, Will, I'm going to have a big one," and she began to return my thrusts. The slapping of our flesh brought the cats, but I was barely aware of them on the bed.

Gwen signaled her impending orgasm with a long, low, groan, and then she uttered, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and she stiffened and I knew she had cum. I was in such frenzy myself I didn't even feel the flush of her fluids. I do know that I erupted into her with a guttural moan and we collapsed, coupled as one, back onto the bed.

Despite having ejaculated everything inside me, I still managed to keep thrusting until I was too soft to continue.

How long did we lay in a collapsed heap? I have no idea. I did become aware of the Princess pounding on my rib cage and muttering something about "Sasquatch." Laughing, I rolled to the side and onto my back bringing the Princess with me.

She crawled up my chest and kissed me and then she propped herself up on her elbows and looked at me with amazement. "Old Man, you had a big one! Where did you get all the stuff you just pumped into me? I'm leaking already."

"I have no idea, Princess."

"Well, I loved it, and I love you, you precious Old Man." And we kissed and then we kissed some more.

When we broke the kiss, Gwen said, "Shower, Old Man. Carry me."

My response was, "How long do you think my back is going to hold up carrying you everywhere, Princess."

"Oh, poop, you're as strong as an ox. Pick me up."

Of course, I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom and she directed me to the potty. I deposited her on the potty and started the shower. From the potty, Gwen asked, "And, just what do you think you're doing?"

I replied, "I'm getting the shower hot enough so that I feel like I'm getting a real shower."

"You will not determine the water temperature. Your Princess is far too delicate for your clumsy efforts. Unlike you, I do not have a hairy covered hide."

So, I grinned at Gwen and climbed into the shower. In a minute Gwen was in the shower with me and she immediately adjusted the hot water stem to her satisfaction. When she had her desired temperature she looked up at me and told me I was a big dummy. But, she did a beautiful job of washing my cock so; all in all, it wasn't a bad shower.

After showering we got out of the tub and Gwen plastered herself to me with her arms around me. I dried her back and then held her.

Finally, she unwrapped herself from me and I dried her off and she said, "Come to bed. We need to talk."

We walked to the bed and found a huge wet spot where we had coupled and Gwen sighed, "Look at the mess you made, Old Man. Why must you be so effusive?"

I gave her a cockeyed look and reminded her that it was she who had the little volcano of a pussy that routinely erupted.

"That's right," she said, "blame it on the woman. The poor woman who has to submit to the animal instincts of the beastly man gets blamed for everything."

"Just change the sheets, Princess, and spare me the histrionics."

Gwen went off to get some clean sheets and I slipped into some jeans and was putting on a sweatshirt when Gwen returned. The Princess returned and said, "Nay, nay, no clothes. This is a serious conversation."

I rolled my eyes and undressed and helped Gwen put on new sheets and then climbed into bed and the little Princess climbed on top of me.

Gwen began: "Topic One: Barb knows that no matter what happens with my job interview, we are moving to Alabama. She wants to move with us, live with us, work for a year, and then go to grad school."

"OK," I said.

"That's it," said Gwen. "What do you think?"

"OK," I said.

"Old Man, did you understand what I just said?"

"Uh, I think so."

"What did I just say?"

I summarized it as, "Barb wants to live with us in Alabama and work for a year before going to grad school."

Gwen said, "Gee, you were listening. OK, so what are your thoughts?"

"OK," I said.

"That's it?" asked Gwen. "It's OK with you for Barb to move, and live, with us?"

"Sure."

Gwen started laughing and said, "I thought you'd examine the implications of that from twelve different angles and then say, 'Let me think about it.'"

"I already did think about it. I figured that's what she wanted to do when I hadn't heard anything about making application to a grad school."

For some reason, Gwen was much amused at me. Still grinning, she climbed up further on my chest and kissed me.

"OK, she said, "Topic Two: Charles, my son, is being released from the hospital. He wants to come to the house this coming weekend and apologize to all of us for his behavior on the day we had him admitted to the hospital."

I thought about that for a minute and said, "OK, that's the plot. Tell me about the characters and the setting."

Gwen nodded and added, "His father will drive him to the house on Saturday afternoon and spend some time with us to provide Charles the opportunity to apologize. It's my understanding, they won't stay very long."

I responded, "Well, it's your son and your house. I'll do whatever you are the most comfortable doing."

"Thank you. But, I want your best thoughts on this and I don't want you simply accommodating me."

"Really, Princess, I want you to do whatever you want to do. This is your son. Do you want to meet them at a restaurant for lunch? Do you want to host a lunch at home? Do you want them to come by in the afternoon? I'm not happy saying this, but Charles means so little to me that I'm simply indifferent to him." 

"That indifference is what I feared," responded Gwen.

Gwen turned her head and laid it, cheek down, on my chest to think about the options. I gently massaged her gorgeous bottom and kissed the top of her head and then wrapped my arms around her.

Finally, she raised her head and said, "OK, we'll host them Saturday afternoon. Please, for me, do be present."

"Fine, Will David, the First will be present."

"And," Gwen added, "please don't re-break his nose."

I laughed and said, "I suspect he'll be so medicated he'll be unable to insult or slap or spit and stay upright, too."

Gwen wanted to know why she was so tired given that it was only 9:00 p.m.

I suggested that she had emitted so many fluids during our love-making that she was dehydrated.

The Princess announced, quite archly, "We are not amused."

Nonetheless, after cleaning the litter boxes for the second time that day I turned out the lights and Gwen and I went to sleep in each other's arms.

Tuesday followed what was, for me, a normal schedule until I reported to the chairperson's office at the university and Marcie began the tedious task of teaching me how to be a departmental chair. I was utterly amazed at the tedium involved and decided that Marcie was to function in my stead until she had a question at which time she was to consult with me.

This struck Marcie as exceedingly funny and she explained the humor of the situation as being "the more things change, the more they stay the same." That was a real summary of the job Gearhart had done in his many years as departmental chair.

About 1:30 p.m. Marcie came into my office and asked if my no open-door policy included Dr. Davis. My response was "Oh crap! I forgot to tell you that it did not."

Marcie got a big kick out of that and warned me that I was going to hear about it when Gwen and I got home. I assured Marcie that I was going to hear about in the next fifteen seconds which Marcie found quite funny.

She left and Gwen marched in, stamping and yelling, "You idiot, you forgot to tell Marcie that I was exempt from the no open-door policy."

Gwen grinned and shimmied onto my lap and said, "I knew you would," and she gave me a big kiss.

"Hi Princess. What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?"

Gwen enjoyed that and still grinning said, "I'm only here for a minute to tell you the funniest thing that happened this morning."

"I'm listening," I responded.

Gwen asked, "Do you remember the fellow who challenged you yesterday by asking what would happen if he didn't play the game and you made him restate the question before you'd answer him?"

"The tenured fellow?"

"Yes, him," was Gwen's response. "He stopped me in the hall today and, with a big smirk, asked me what you had to say about him last night and what did I say in response."

Gwen continued, "I told him he really flattered himself if he thought he even registered on your radar because you neither said nor asked anything about him."

Gwen ended with, "Boy, you should have seen him stomp off down the hall!"

I laughed and Gwen wiggled off my lap and said, "One suggestion?"

"What?"

She said, "Put names to faces. These are your faculty."

"Ugh! You think that's necessary?"

Gwen went out the door emphatically nodding her head 'Yes.'

I sat there for a minute and then called Marcie in and asked, "Do you think I need to learn the names and faces of the bozos in this department?"

Marcie smiled, but she said, "Yes, you do."

Marcie and I spent the next thirty minutes with photos of the faculty trying to put names to faces. When we quit, I asked Marcie to remind me tomorrow that we needed to do this again because I'd forget at least half what I learned today.

I went home and worked hard on revisions of the book and was quite satisfied with my progress when Gwen got home around 6:00 p.m. Apparently, the faculty was actually working on the tasks laid out for them.

Gwen popped into my lap and I said, "I know, let's go someplace nice for dinner."

She said, "Yes, let's! But, first, Old Man, I need you to lick me."

"What brought that on?" I asked.

Gwen laughed and said, "Listening to the faculty bitch about you and having them tease me about our entrance to the dinner at the national conference made me wet."

She jumped off my lap and grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. She placed a pillow on the bed, hiked her skirt up to her waist and jumped onto the pillow and spread her legs.

"We aren't undressing?" I asked.

"No, you idiot. Lick!!"

"You never cease to amaze me, Princess. Where are your panties?"

"In my purse. I took them off at school and drove home without them."

Shaking my head I positioned myself between Gwen's legs and asked, "Where exactly is it you want me to lick?"

The answer I received was, "Will David!!!"

Being the skilled translator that I am, I knew that meant to lick now. I did lick the Princess from the bottom to the top of her wet, red pussy. Her gasp told me I was doing something correctly. Subsequent licks yielded subsequent gasps. When the Princess was writhing and moaning I used the tip of my tongue to flick rapidly up and down on her protruding clit. Gwen was slamming her fists into the bedcover and with a final yell of "Auuuuuggggggggggggggghh!" her legs shot straight out and she exploded into orgasm.

While she was still in the throes of her orgasm I scrambled up the bed to be beside her and when she turned to me I wrapped her in a big hug and kissed the top of her head.

The Princess was heaving and gasping for a long while. When she finally calmed down, she looked up at me and said, "Old Man, you make me crazy."

"Good," I said. "I hope I always do."

Gwen flashed the devilish grin and instructed me, "Go wash your face, Old Man. You must have slobbered all over yourself in your dotage."

I put my hand over Gwen's pussy and said, "I did not slobber. The little vixen to whom this belongs gushed all over my face."

"You will not call the Lady Anastasia a vixen," was Gwen's retort.

"Then I would definitely call her a little volcano," I stated.

Gwen stuck out her tongue at me as I departed for the bathroom. After cleaning myself I was drying off when Gwen appeared with her skirt still gathered around her waist. "Wash me, too," she said.

I lost it. I slumped to the floor laughing and I laughed until I couldn't catch my breath. Gwen was initially puzzled, but eventually my mirth was so infectious she was laughing too, and asking, "What?"

Eventually, I calmed down and, between occasional outbursts of laughter, I managed to draw a verbal picture of the incongruity of the prim, proper, reserved woman the world knew as Dr. Gwen Davis, and the sexy little vixen I knew. Then, I added, if my colleagues could see me now, washing you with your skirt around your waist, and I dissolved into laughter again. Gwen certainly caught the spirit of how incongruous our public and private identities were, and she started laughing, too.

When we had both regained our sanity, Gwen remarked, "Well, I'm not going to apologize for my behavior. Eight hours after I met you I was crazy and naked and having orgasms right and left and I've never had so much fun in my life and I'm not going to stop."

As I grabbed a wash cloth to clean Gwen's sticky thighs and pussy, I said, "And, I don't want you to stop."

When I dried the Princess, I stayed on my knees and she folded herself into me and we kissed with a passion that could melt ice.

The remainder of the week was notable for nothing of consequence although the departmental faculty was, or at least appeared to be, deeply involved in their deliberations about what to do to transform themselves into a real department in a real school in a real university.

On Friday, Clinton Olsen and Josh Edwards were at my office door at Noon and Marcie was with them. I waved them all into the office and we began our short meeting by my greeting the two faculty members by name.

They exchanged looks and then both of them looked at a very smug Marcie who held out her hand and each faculty handed her a $5 bill. 

Edwards turned to me and asked, "How did you learn our names?"

I nodded to Marcie and both Olsen and Edwards glared at Marcie. Marcie, still looking very smug, said, "Boy, are you two dumb."

I found this very funny although neither of the faculty members did.

We did begin the meeting in earnest when I asked for their progress reports.

Olsen gave a very coherent report on the departmental mission by indicating that the faculty strongly favored developing a strong applied statistics mission in order to consult with businesses and local and state governments in the area.

I thought about that for a moment and said, "OK, we have to go see the Dean because this has some real implications for who the next chair is going to be."

I followed that up with some questions and received some coherent answers. I asked Marcie to get us an appointment with the Dean and to make a note that this decision had strong implications for the teaching schedule of applied people who would need Fridays for consulting visits.

Edwards followed Olsen and explained that visits with the department chairs of all the other departments were scheduled for the next week and the purpose of the visits was to let the departments air their grievances and for the departmental faculty to understand where their teaching was deficient.




At Long Last: Gwen Ch. 04



I nodded approval. Edwards continued, "Gwen has impressed upon us that we aren't really up to speed in our teaching methods and we need to learn how to get students much more engaged in their learning."

Again, I nodded approval and Edwards said, "McDermott¸ the head of the Teaching Center, is putting us off and saying he can't meet with us for at least a month so we can't make any traction there."

I looked at Marcie and asked, "Who is McDermott?"

Marcie dryly remarked, "Richard McDermott is His Rotundness. He's the fat guy with the big mustache who bustles around like he's the reason the school exists."

Interestingly, both Olsen and Edwards nodded their agreement with Marcie's assessment.

I thought a moment and asked Marcie to go get the school's budget. She had it in a moment and I asked what the overall budget of the Teaching Center was.

Marcie reported that the overall budget for the Center was $145,000. 

I followed that up with the question, "What does a three credit course cost in this department?" 

Marcie said, "Three hundred dollars."

"How many undergraduate students did this department teach last year?" was my follow-up question to Marcie.

Marcie left the room momentarily and returned to say, "We taught three thousand undergrads last year."

"So," I concluded, "this department generated nine hundred thousand dollars last year."

Marcie nodded her agreement.

My next question was, "What percentage of the revenue we generate is siphoned off the top to support administrative functions?"

"Twenty percent," was Marcie's response.

"Uh huh," I grunted. "So, we generated one hundred and eighty thousand in administrative fees last year which is more than McDermott's entire budget."

Marcie started smiling and Olsen and Edwards started laughing and I said, "Marcie, please call McDermott's Office this afternoon and inform whomever that Richard the Fat will be here at 10:00 a.m. Monday morning," and I glanced at Edwards who shook his head and said, "11:00 a.m."

Marcie said, "11:00 a.m. on Monday to meet with you and Dr. Edwards."

"Correct," was my response.

"Well done, gentlemen. Shall we meet next Friday at the same time for another progress report?"

Both men nodded agreement and before I said, "Meeting adjourned," Marcie injected, "What would you guys like to bet on for next week?"

Both Olsen and Edwards scowled at Marcie who enjoyed a quiet laugh and held up her two $5 bills.

I went home to Gwen's and made two phone calls. The first was to my editor informing her that I was satisfied with my revisions and was sending her the book, by e-mail, chapter by chapter. We had a good phone visit and concluded that she would let me know about revisions as she reviewed the text.

My second call was to Sheik Abdullah of the Ministry of Education in the Emirate of Dubai in the United Arab Emirates. After the extended courtesies of our greetings to each other the Sheik inquired about the purpose of my call. I explained that by July, when I was to fly in for a few days of consulting, I would be married and I asked if my wife could accompany me. The Sheik appeared overjoyed at the news and extended the hope that she was very young and voluptuous. We laughed heartily at this and the Sheik went on to explain that not only was my future wife welcome, she had to come as a guest of the Emirate.

I was simply floored by the Sheik's generosity, but he absolutely insisted that Gwen must be their guest. He assured me that he would send a ticket for Gwen along with mine and he quietly mentioned that he would also include what he judiciously referred to as "guidelines" for dress and behavior for Western visitors.

I thanked the Sheik profusely for his generosity and we wished each other good health and long life and much virility.

I hung up the phone laughing at the Sheik's priorities, but it was a laugh of appreciation.

Gwen returned home at 6:00 p.m. yet again and I was impressed that the faculty were working late even on a Friday. Gwen said that the faculty had met as a whole to hear Olsen and Edwards report on their meeting with you.

They raved about the meeting because it was brief and to the point and you were helpful. I think the faculty got a whole new appreciation for you after today.

"Just doing my job, Princess. Speaking of, tell me what you know about this McDermott fellow."

Interestingly, Gwen frowned at his name and she said, "Oh, he knows his stuff, but he's so pompous he turns off everyone. He's arrogance personified."

Gwen added, "He'll make trouble for you because Edwards told us that you had him summarily summoned to your office Monday."

I responded, "Did Edwards also tell you McDermott had said that he could meet with Edwards' group in a month or more?"

"Oh, yes, Edwards mentioned that, but everyone agreed that McDermott will do his best to make trouble for you."

"Well, we'll see, Princess, we'll see."

We certainly did see. The phone rang and it was Gwen's dean wanting to speak with me. Gwen put the phone in speaker mode and I took the receiver from her.

The dean explained that he had just got off the phone with an apoplectic McDermott whom the dean suspected was foaming at the mouth because I had demanded his presence on Monday. "What," the Dean wanted to know, "is the story?"

I explained it to the dean who thought a moment and then said, "Thanks for the clarification. I'll call the pompous ass right back and tell him to get his chubby cheeks into your office as specified."

We said, "Goodnight and have a nice weekend." 

Gwen burst out laughing and said, "Old Man, you lead a charmed life."

I responded, "I know. I have you."

Gwen beamed and said, "Ohhhhhhhh" and melted into my arms for an extended hug. Of course she followed up this tender moment with "Feed me!"

//

Barb arrived early on Saturday and she and Gwen talked wedding plans while I headed to the driving range and hit a few bucket of balls.

Upon my return home I found a restive Gwen and Barb. They were obviously worried about the condition in which they would find their son and brother.

We had a light lunch and we all read until 1:30 p.m. when the two Charles' appeared.

Charles the First alighted from his SUV spryly and Charles the Second managed to fall flat on his face doing so. Barb expressed distress and Gwen cautioned her that it might be the effects of medication.

Gwen's ex walked to the door and Charles, the Second wobbled. Charles the First shook his head despairingly at Gwen and Barb. Clearly, something was not right. They came inside and Charles the Second greeted his mother and sister civilly. 

Gwen hugged her son and asked him a few simple questions about his health, but Charles was vague and unhelpful. Gwen brought them into the living room and seated them and went to the kitchen to bring some cold drinks.

Charles the Second asked where the cats were and Barb said, "Oh, they're probably all outside playing somewhere."

During all this I sat motionless on the couch taking in everything while beginning to wonder what the psychiatrist treating Charles had accomplished.

Charles the Second began a rambling soliloquy about how sorry he was for the trouble he had caused and, in mid-sentence; he realized that someone else was in the room. He studied me carefully for a few seconds and then turned to his dad and said, "That's the bastard who broke my nose."

Gwen's ex, a small man by any measure, seemed to shrink into himself and he threw up his hands and asked, "Does anyone have any ideas what I can do with this kid? He's a mess!"

Gwen froze with a tray of drinks half-way into the living room. She turned to me and said, "Will?"

I nodded to Gwen and turned to her ex and said, "Get a referral to the University's Medical School. He needs a complete physical and neurological work-up and he needs it at the hands of the best in the State."

Gwen's ex stared at me for a long moment and then nodded his head. With some effort he stood and said, "Come on Charles; let's go get you some of that chocolate ice cream you've been wanting." 

The son stood up shakily and forgot to say goodbye. He merely shuffled after his father who held the door for his son and helped him negotiate the steps.

Gwen was shaking and I got to her in a hurry and relieved her of the tray of drinks and put them down. I half-swept and half-carried Gwen to the couch and had her lie down.

No one spoke for the longest time until Gwen asked, "Will, do you think it's something neurological?"

"I do."

"Do you think," Gwen asked, "it's a brain tumor?"

My response was, "I would think so, but it's inconceivable that a hospital would miss that."

To make a long, sad, story a lot shorter, a radiologist at the hospital had missed the brain tumor which was the first thing the medical college found. It was benign, but it was, by then, so large that the subsequent surgery only saved Charles' life. He was consigned to a facility for life because he simply could not function well enough to take care of himself. In fact, he was so impaired that he had genuine difficulty recognizing people he did not see every day. Essentially, Gwen and her ex-husband had lost their son and Barb had lost her brother.

As a footnote to the disastrous visit to Gwen's house, Barb came to me later that day and asked me, "Will you be my daddy?" 

Puzzled, I looked at Barb who said, "My biological father never even said, 'Hi' to me this afternoon."

I looked to Gwen who shook her head affirmatively so I said to Barb, "I'm not sure what it means to be your daddy, but I'll give it a shot."

Barb wrapped her arms around me and said, "You'll do fine."

We pretty much sleep-walked our way through Sunday. Barb returned to college Sunday evening and a very subdued Gwen retired early and I later joined her. Interestingly, the cats surrounded the sleeping Gwen.

I was heartened, during the wee hours of the night to awake to Gwen slowly sucking my cock, but she surprised me by not asking for sex. Instead, she merely slid up the bed and asked me to hold her until she fell back to sleep.

Monday represented a new challenge with McDermott and I decided not to tolerate any nonsense so I brought my tape recorders to the office.

Edwards showed up at 11:00 a.m. and McDermott displayed his importance by showing up ten minutes late. Edwards and I were duly impressed.

McDermott rumbled into my office looking like the wrath of god and did a double-take when I made a major show of turning on the tape recorders. "What the hell is with the recorders?" he snapped.

I said, quite pleasantly, "Good morning, Dr. McDermott. Thank you for joining us this morning as we consider the problem of enhancing our teaching skills. The recorders will serve as a record of our discussion so that, at a later time, you and we can return to the recording and confirm our understanding of what each of us has agreed to do this morning."

"Yes, well, be that as it may, I do not appreciate one bit being summoned to your office in the rude manner in which I was summoned," was McDermott's rejoinder.

My response was, "If I may quote the dashing Rhett Butler, 'Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.'"

McDermott stared, almost incredulously, at me and I said, 'Now, let's dispense with the posturing and get on with the meeting. Let me turn this meeting over to Josh Edwards who will give you an outline of what we need."

The meeting went swimmingly well if we discount the occasional dirty look McDermott threw at me. But, he did articulate clearly what Edwards had expressed and he and Edwards worked out a summer-long schedule that would enhance the teaching skills of the faculty.

At the end of the meeting I indicated that I thought things had gone well and, as a memento of our meeting, I indicated that I wanted to give McDermott one of the two tapes of our meeting if he needed to consult it at any time in the future.

I thought it was quite ungracious of him to instruct me to "Shove your tape." Collegiality was certainly not Dr. McDermott's strong suit.

McDermott left huffily and Edwards enjoyed a good, long laugh. He asked, "Why didn't you respond to his 'shove your tape' crack?"

"Let him have his little victory," was my response. "He needed to recover some dignity," and I shared with Edwards the dean's phone call to me of Friday evening.

Edwards nodded and said, "See you Friday."

I called after him, "Don't forget grade inflation and how that's tied to the teaching issue."

"Don't worry," Edwards called back. "That's the elephant in the room with our committee."

The rest of the week was series of peaks and valleys. The meeting with Olsen and the dean went very well and the dean was receptive to Olsen's thinking. Much time was given to how the department would implement the applied statistics theme and we determined that, in addition to Gwen, two other young fellows in the department were likely to depart so that there was a distinct possibility of three new hires that could contribute to the desired departmental mission.

Thursday was a really awful day because that was the day Gwen learned that the radiology faculty at the medical school had discovered Charles' large tumor and the very guarded prognosis suggested that a productive life for Charles the Second was very doubtful.

On the other hand, in a week, Barb would be graduating from college and we would all be headed to Alabama for Gwen's interview. 

Friday's meeting with Olsen and Edwards went well and I began to think that the departmental faculty was actually a pretty good group and their utter disarray had really been grounded in Gearhart's utter incompetence.

I was so heartened by what I was seeing, I arranged another meeting with the dean and urged him to fire me and turn the department over to Marcie and Olsen and Edwards until a new chairperson was hired. The dean asked for a few days to think it over.

Barb stayed at college over the weekend as she attended to getting her stuff packed and stored and dealing with graduation issues.

Gwen had been quiet and reserved all week. Perhaps 'listless' would be a better descriptor of her mood and behavior in light of her son's condition.

Over the weekend, I thought it might brighten Gwen's outlook if I told her about out upcoming trips in July. I explained my consulting trips to Michigan, Delaware, and Texas and indicated that I wanted her to accompany me. She perked up and asked lots of questions which I answered and when she wound down I told her about our trip to Dubai in July. She squealed with delight and said, "Oh, I'll need clothes!"

"You will not need clothes for Dubai, Princess. In fact," and I lifted her sweatshirt to reveal her braless breasts, "you will keep these beauties under wraps at all times in Dubai." As I said this, I tweaked her nipples and rolled them between my thumb and finger. Gwen's eyes fluttered and she gave a little gasp.

It dawned on me that the usually highly orgasmic Princess had not expressed interest in sex for at least a week. Acting on that thought, I slid my hand down the front of her jeans. Not surprisingly, I encountered no panties. I placed my hand on her pussy and said, "And, in Dubai, you'll keep this covered¸ too."

Gwen's hand shot out and grasped my cock. She looked up at me and said, "Screw me, Old Man, right now, please."

I picked the Princess up and carried her to our bed where she asked me to undress her which I did in a few seconds. I got out of my clothes and presented her my cock so she could make me hard.

Gwen's comment was, "Poor Ivan has been so neglected this week," and she commenced sucking me to hardness. Actually, she had Ivan hard in record time and she triumphantly announced¸ "What a good boy! He's ready to screw!"

"Gee, that was elegantly put, Princess," was my response.

Gwen stuck out her tongue at me as she positioned a pillow under her beautiful tush. She spread her legs wide and announced, "The Lady Anastasia summons big, dumb Ivan."

Big, dumb Ivan maneuvered between Gwen's legs and I positioned Ivan for Gwen and she guided him just inside her pussy and I looked at Gwen and asked, "Now, what?"

Honestly, one wouldn't think a creature as tiny as Gwen could hit so hard or yell so loudly.

With my chest stinging from her punch, and my ears ringing from "You big idiot!" I began slowly thrusting into and out of Gwen. She smiled and wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and murmured, "Big dummy."

I really got into it and smiled and said, "Oh, Princess, this is so very good."

Gwen smiled and nodded and murmured, "Oh, Old Man, it is all that and more."

We thrust and thrust and thrust and when Gwen began to show the early signs of her orgasm I said, "Princess, I'm going to pull out of you for a little bit and lick you, but I'll be back inside you shortly."

Between her deep breaths, Gwen nodded her approval and I slid my cock out and backed away just far enough that I could lean down and lick her clit. Her deep breathing turned to moans and then yells. She stiffened and yelled something incomprehensible and exploded into orgasm.

While still in the throes of her orgasm I scooted back towards her and re-inserted my cock into her still pulsing pussy. Gwen let loose with an "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" that may well have shaken the windows. I resumed thrusting and she was trying, and failing, to say something comprehensible to me. She did wrap her arms around my neck and held onto me for dear life while I increased the pace of my thrusts. Ultimately Gwen let loose with a shrill cry, stiffened, and had her second orgasm.

She quickly went from stiff to jelly and her arms and legs unwrapped around me and she fell limply to the bed.

I was heaving from the exertion and waited from my breathing to become more regular before I wrapped the Princess into my arms and held her.

Perhaps five minutes later Gwen opened her eyes and whispered, "I don't think you should do that to me again."

My response was, "Oh? Why not?"

"Because I think you killed a lot of my brain cells, that's why."

She snuggled up to me and felt my now deflating cock and she looked at me with surprise and asked, "You didn't cum?"

"No."

"You mean," Gwen asked, "I could ask you later to screw me again?"

"You can certainly ask."

"You're amazing, Old Man."

"Why is that?"

"Geez, Old Man, you're 62 and you still don't use the little blue pills."

"Oh, well, living with you I'll probably never use the little blue pills. Ivan will probably drop off first from overuse."

Gwen laughed and tried to hit me, but she was so wiped out her punch lacked conviction. She then struggled to a leaning position and announced, "I have to pee."

I laughed and said, "Well, you better get yourself to the potty."

"Nay, nay," was Gwen's response. "The Princess must be carried."

"What is it with you and being carried to the potty after sex?"

Gwen grinned, "I just love being carried by you."

"Will you love it when I'm in a back brace?

Gwen said, "Ha! You think I don't see you at the Y, but I do. Your abdominal core is probably stronger now than when you were in college."

"How do you see me at the Y?"

"Spies! I have spies, Old Man."

I had nothing to say. I had no idea what I could say.

Gwen finished on the potty and announced, "Back to bed!"

"What now?" I asked?

"Clothes for Dubai, Old Man. You thought just because you violated my body that I'd forgotten about clothes."

"All right, have it your way, Princess. What clothes do you need for Dubai?"

"Well, it's quite warm there, isn't it?"

"Yes, in July the mean daytime temperature is one hundred and five degrees."

"What? Where are you taking me? I could have fainting spells in temperatures like that."

"Think of it this way, Princess. It's a dry heat. It beats the heck out of Alabama in July when it's humid and ninety-five degrees."




At Long Last: Gwen Ch. 04



"Whatever, that's hot. Let's see: I'll need new bras and panties and open sleeve jerseys and shirts and shorts and lots of new sandals and flip-flops. I'll definitely need your credit card."

I was starting to enjoy myself and asked, "Anything else?"

"Oh, yes! Hats and sunglasses, too. Numerous hats and sunglasses will be required to match my cute outfits that you're going to buy me."

"Princess..."

"What?"

"If I try to tell you what would happen to you if you showed up in Dubai in a sleeveless top and shorts, you wouldn't believe me. I want you to Google 'Dubai' and read about it and then you can tell me all about the new clothes you'll need."

"Are you serious, Old Man?"

"I'm very serious, Princess."

Gwen looked very dubious and wasn't at all certain that I wasn't kidding her, but she did put on a sweatshirt and panties and went to the computer. I got up and made myself a cup of coffee.

As I was pouring the coffee I could hear Gwen shouting at the computer, "What?!"

I sat down in the kitchen and heard, "When pigs fly, Mustafa!"

The next outburst was, "You can kiss my tush, Abdullah!"

Finally, I heard, "Veil THIS, Habib!"

Then I heard the chair squeak and Gwen yelled, "Where are you, Old Man?"

I responded, "In the kitchen."

Gwen came marching into the kitchen with flashing eyes and said, "That place is crazy! It's got to be the most modern place in the world economically, but socially it's in the ninth century."

"That's a pretty good analysis," Princess.

"Why are they like that?" Princess asked.

"They are like that because Dubai is not thinking the oil will last forever and they are diversifying like crazy. But, they aren't going to alienate their people by destroying any cultural or religious norms. Those guys walk a tightrope trying to provide for the future of their people, while not alienating the people in a tornado of change."

"Why in heaven's name do you consult there?" Gwen asked.

My response was, "I really enjoy the men with whom I interact there and the pay is outstanding. When you go crazy with my credit card weekly, you're probably spending Dubai's money."

"I do not go crazy with your credit card weekly," Gwen yelled.

"Would you like to see my credit card statements, Princess?"

Gwen stuck out her tongue at me and stomped off yelling, "You're a big bully."

I had to start laughing and when I looked up a grinning Gwen was peeking around the corner. She came into the kitchen and got on my lap and said, "I think you should go to Dubai and make us lots of money."

Again, I started laughing and said, "I'm sure you do. Are you not coming with me?"

"Oh, no! I'm coming with you, but I don't know how I'll dress when we're there."

"When they send our airline tickets, they'll include guidelines that address dress and behavioral codes."

Gwen looked shocked and asked, "They have behavioral codes, too?"

"Yes, they do, Princess."

"Gee, will we be allowed to screw?"

"Yes, Princess. We may screw in the privacy of our own room."

"Well, then, what are the behavioral codes?"

"Well, let me give you some examples. You'll be publically flogged if you stick out your tongue at me. Or, if you call me an idiot you'll be fined and spend one night in jail. If you stamp your foot and yell at me, you'll be jailed for two nights."

Gwen glared at me as only Gwen can glare and said very carefully, enunciating each syllable, "You are a big idiot!"

"Uh oh! You said I'm a 'big' idiot. That's two nights in jail and no one will carry you to the potty on time and you'll pee on the floor."

Gwen's face was distorted into something bizarre as she tried not to laugh, but she finally exploded into laughter and almost fell off my lap. I managed to grab her and pull her more securely back onto my lap whereupon she placed both arms around my neck and laughed into my shoulder. When she finally calmed down she jumped off my lap, stuck out her tongue, stamped her foot, and reiterated, "You're an idiot."

With that she stomped off to somewhere in the house and, while she thinks I can't hear anything less than a shout, I heard her laughing.

I sat back and finished my coffee. I got up to rinse my cup and Gwen appeared in the kitchen saying, "You have to decide who your best man is for the wedding and contact him and arrange for him to stay here and get you to the ceremony, and so forth."

I looked at Gwen and thought about what she just said and said, "I'm pretty capable. Why do I need a best man, and what in the world is a best man?"

Gwen erupted into laughter and walked away and I swear I heard her refer to me as an 'idiot' again.

I went into the living room and started reading and Gwen called me to the computer where she had found a web site describing the duties of the best man. I dutifully read everything the web site had to say about the duties of the best man and informed Gwen, "I can do all that. I don't want a bachelor party and I don't need someone to keep me calm and drive me to the church and all that rubbish."

Gwen led me by the hand to the big lounge chair where I sat and she climbed into my lap. She began by saying, "Old Man: this is important. This is like the bra and panties thing at the national conference. This is like the ta-tas. Some things just are."

"Do you mean convention dictates that I have to have a best man?"

"That's it exactly, Old Man."

"Well, do you have to have a best woman?"

Gwen erupted into laughter which I found a bit disconcerting.

When she stopped laughing she said, "Yes, I have a best woman although the nomenclature is a bit different. The woman in question is called a 'maid of honor' if she is unmarried and she is called a 'matron of honor' if she is married."

"Hmmmmm...OK."

"But, Old Man, the important thing is that you have a best man."

"OK, I get it. So, who are you going to ask to be my best man?"

Gwen grabbed me by the shoulders and pounded her forehead into my chest. I deduced that I had asked the wrong question.

When she stopped pounding against my chest Gwen said, "You have to decide who you wish to be your best man."

I thought about that for a second and said, "I thought you were in charge of all arrangements and I only had to show up on time with my fly zipped."

Gwen yelled, "Auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhh!"

She looked me directly in the eyes and explained, "I'm sorry, Old Man. I messed up and overlooked, at the time, the issue of the best man. This is the one thing you'll have to do."

"Oh! OK. Why did you scream a second ago?"

"I'm sorry I screamed, Old Man. It's just that sometimes you get so damned methodical and logical that you somehow miss the whole point."

"I don't understand."

"It doesn't matter. All that matters now is that you decide who your best man is and you call him and ask him to serve in that capacity."

"Wait a minute, Princess. What if I ask someone to be my best man and he doesn't know what a best man is? Will you explain it to him?"

"Yes, I will. Now, whom do you wish to be your best man?"

"I have no idea."

Gwen sighed. Then she asked, "Who is your oldest and best friend?"

I replied, "Walt is."

"Don't you think, then, that Walt is the person whom you should ask to serve as your best man?"

"OK."

Gwen climbed off my lap and said, "Let's go call him, now."

I said, "OK, but do you think he'll know what I'm asking him to do?"

"Yes," Gwen answered, "Walt is married so he undoubtedly had a best man for his wedding."

"That's right. That's a good point, Princess."

We got to the kitchen and I looked up Walt's home number and I called him. Gwen put the phone in speaker mode so she could monitor our conversation and help me if I needed help.

Walt answered the phone on the third ring and I identified myself and Walt gave me an enthusiastic greeting and asked what was new. I explained that I was calling to ask him to be my best man at my wedding.

Walt found this inordinately amusing and wanted to know who in the world would marry me?

I replied, "Gwen."

Walt also found this inordinately amusing and said, "Will, Gwen's too bright to marry you."

"No, really Walt, we're getting married."

"Will, you are the original lonesome wolf. Getting married means living very intimately with someone."

"Walt! We're getting married."

Walt asked, "Is Gwen there?"

"Yes,"

"Let me speak to her, Will."

I gave the phone to Gwen who took it from me and spoke, "Hi Walt. It's Gwen."

"Hi Gwen," was Walt's response. "Are you and Will really getting married?"

"Yes, we are, Walt."

"Gwen, there are good reasons Will has never married. I mean, he lives in his own world. Can you give this a little more time, before you jump into this?"

Gwen laughed and said, "Walt: I appreciate your concern, but relax. It's fine. We've lived together since January and we are meant for each other."

Walt said, "Really?"

Gwen responded, "I know what a lousy marriage is, Walt. Being with Will is the most natural thing I've ever done."

"OK, Gwen. I'll be Will's best man, but I'm not hosting any stupid bachelor party."

Gwen laughed and said, "I can't imagine anything Will would dislike more so there's no need to think about having a bachelor party."

Walt concluded with, "Send me the details via e-mail and I'll get back to you."

"Thank you, Walt."

"Put Will back on, please."

Gwen handed the phone back to me and Walt and I talked for another ten minutes and we then concluded our conversation.

Gwen announced, "I'm exhausted between you destroying my brain cells, reading about Dubai, and trying to get you to understand that a wedding ceremony requires a best man."

"A tough day, huh?" was my response.

"Yes, but getting Walt lined up was a major step."

I asked, "If Walt is my best man, who's your matron thingy?"

"Maid of honor, Old Man. Barb is my maid of honor."

"Barb? Your daughter?"

"Of course!"

"Well, that's pretty neat, actually. What does a maid of honor do?"

"Never mind, Old Man. The less you know, the safer it will be for all of us."

"You know, Princess, sometimes you confuse me."

"Old Man, you are in a perpetual state of confusion if you aren't in an academic setting. Everything is under control, trust me."

"OK, may I go read now?"

"I think you should go read, Old Man."

//

Sunday dawned beautifully both outside and inside. The sun was shining in a cloudless sky and the air was warm. Inside, the Princess was even warmer. I have no idea what got into her, but she screwed me on her side facing me, on her side facing away from me, on top of me, and she would have screwed me with her underneath me, but she lost control and had an explosive orgasm while riding on top of me.

As she lay panting on my chest I noted, "Princess, I really wish you would wait until I had a cup of coffee before you wear me out."

Gwen stuck out her tongue at me and said, "You have an unhealthy addiction to coffee."

"And you, Princess, have an unhealthy addiction to sex before I have coffee. Now, may I go make myself a cup?"

"Not yet, Old Man. Hold me some more."

So, I squeezed the little Princess and kissed her until she said, "OK, go make your dumb coffee and then take me to breakfast."

We did breakfast and then church and then had a light lunch and the sermon topic that morning proved to be prescient. It was the famous verse from Ecclesiastes that reads: "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven."

After lunch I went to the golf course to work on my golf game and was gone perhaps an hour and one-half and upon my return I was greeted by a gleeful Gwen who announced, "I sold the house!"

"You sold the house?" was about all I could mutter.

"Yes! A new hire in biology came by with her husband to look at the house and they looked around and she said, 'I want this house.'"

She continued, "Then they went outside for a few minutes and came back inside and offered me five thousand less than I was asking."

Gwen grinned and said, "Then, I got smart. Her husband is a really tall, geeky, guy so I asked, "Did you see the bed in the master bedroom?"

"They both said they noticed it so I told them it was new and I'd throw in the bed if they'd offer me four thousand less and they said they'd do it!"

When she paused and looked at me, I smiled and said, "You are one smart cookie. What to do with that bed has been bothering me because I have the same thing at home in Alabama."

"But," Gwen asked, "what do we do with all this stuff?"

"You mean the household things?" I asked.

Gwen nodded affirmatively.

I suggested, "Call a mover. Tell them to pack it all up and deliver it to a storage place in Alabama. Once we move into my house, you can bring what you want into the house and we'll sell the rest."

"OH! That's brilliant," Gwen gushed.

"What about Barb's stuff?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't know," was Gwen's response.

"Well, tell her we'll drive down in an empty car and we'll use her car and ours to bring her stuff here to be put on the truck."

"Wow, what a relief to have a buyer for the house," Gwen noted. She added, "They want possession next month so we'll move into your place and once the closing is done, they can move here."

Monday brought more of the same. It was the season and a time to every purpose. Around 10:30 a.m. Marcie came into my office and was lugging a chair with her. When I inquired about the chair she said she'd be bringing in another one as well because the Dean and the Provost were on their way to meet with me.

Puzzled, I noted that the two of them could sit in the two chairs already in the office. Marcie noted, though, that major administrators often walked around with administrative assistants in tow and she wanted to have at least four chairs in the office.

She had also started a fresh pot of coffee so we waited for the Dean and Provost who arrived around 10:45 a.m. The dean was by himself, but the Provost had a young lady with her whom I presumed was an administrative assistant.

The Dean and I simply nodded, but the Provost and I shook hands. She introduced me to her administrative assistant and Marcie kindly took orders for coffee.

When everyone was seated and had their coffee, I indicated to the Provost that I hoped the circumstances of this visit were considerably more pleasant than our last meeting. She nodded that it was. I followed her nod with the question, "To what do I owe the honor of entertaining such distinguished guests?"

The Dean looked to the Provost who nodded and the Dean said, smilingly, "Will, you're fired."

"Excellent!" was my response.

The Dean continued, "We," and nodded to include the Provost, "met with Olsen and Edwards and were surprised to learn the depth of their grasp of what the department was facing and what it¸ collectively, had to do to become a productive unit. After considering what they said, and how they presented themselves, we agreed with your recommendation that the department, under their leadership, should go forward."

"OK," was my response.

"The reason I'm here," the Provost injected, is to learn how you accomplished what you accomplished in such a short time."

I sat and thought a minute and then said, "It took the Dean's efforts and mine to channel the department's energies into productive work. The Dean delivered a rebuke to the entire department the likes of which I've never heard. It was devastating. That made them very resentful."

"Then, I was able to seize on their resentment and elaborate a bit on what the Dean had said, and why he had said it. My effort there was to emphasize to them that their family jewels were in a vise and if things didn't start happening, someone was going to tighten the vise."

"Now, we had resentment and fear operating and I gave them two very well-defined tasks to do and they had the opportunity to channel their resentment and fear into productive energy."

"My assessment is that, as a group, they're not the losers they appeared to be. Rather, Gearhart was so bad, the entire department drifted off into anything that resembled worthwhile work and we had eleven moons, instead of one, in orbit around the earth."

The Provost said, "Very nice. Thank you for the synopsis."

Then she said, "Now, we do have a problem with the administrative assistant."

"We do?" I asked.

"Yes, my office does not control the appointments of non-academic personnel, and it seems you two high rollers," as she nodded to me and the Dean, "approved an unauthorized raise of three thousand dollars for the woman and Human Resources is in a complete uproar over the procedure and the amount. What do you propose I tell them?"

I burst out laughing and said, "If you're who I think you are, you've already told them what they can do with their uproar."

The Provost, to my complete surprise, burst into laughter and said, "You're quite right. I've already told HR, quite explicitly, what to do with their uproar."

We all laughed at this and the Provost said, "There is one final matter. We hired your for three months and you've worked one, but as a gesture of our appreciation, here is your payment for the second month."

She handed me a check for four thousand dollars and I said, "Not only do I thank you, but Gwen and my credit card thank you."

The Dean didn't get it, but the Provost did and burst into laughter again and said, "So that's how an assistant professor dresses the way she does. I've run into Gwen two or three times at the rather exclusive shop where I buy my clothes and I've been wondering how in the world she could afford to shop there on an assistant professor's salary. The mystery is solved."

I rolled my eyes in response. Still laughing the Provost and Dean both stood and shook my hand. I asked, "Am I released as of now?" 

"You are," the Dean responded.

Marcie and I said our good byes and expressed our mutual appreciation for each other and I was on my way home.

//

Once home, I checked my e-mail and was surprised, but delighted, to learn that Derek Coles, my grad student who had originally reviewed Gwen's paper prior to the conference at which we met, had sent me his dissertation.

My thought was, "Boy, from the frying pan to the fire," and by that I meant reading and correcting a dissertation is tough going. I had printed and read the first two chapters of Derek's dissertation when Gwen came home.

"Hi, Old Man. Are you OK?"

"I'm fine, why?"

"Well, I popped into your office around 12:30 this afternoon and you were gone and Marcie was gone so I couldn't ask her where you were."

"Oh, well, around 11:00 a.m. the Dean and the Provost came by and fired me."

"Oh poop!" Gwen cried. "Now, I'll never get to screw the chairman in his office." 

"Yes, we must all endure some crushing defeats in our lifetime."

Gwen thought about it for a while and said, "Well, I'm sure you're pleased so I'm pleased, too. Tell me about it."

"The two of them met with Olsen and Edwards and agreed with me that they had a firm grasp on things so they took my recommendation and fired me."

Gwen's thoughts were: "Wow! That's amazing! But, I'm glad because now we are free and clear to go to Alabama."

Then Gwen asked, "What in the world have you printed?"

"This is Derek Coles' dissertation. I've read his first two chapters and they are amazingly good."

"You've mentioned this fellow before, haven't you?" Gwen asked.

"This is the fellow who initially read your paper that you submitted for the conference. He gave it a glowing review which grad students rarely do. He's also house sitting for me while I'm here."

"Well, if he gave me a glowing review, he must be very bright," was Gwen's response.

"Oh, absolutely. That is the acid test of intelligence," was my sarcastic response.




At Long Last: Gwen Ch. 04



As anticipated, Gwen stuck out her tongue at me and then said, "Feed me."

On our way to dinner, the inevitable finally occurred. Gwen broke down and began sobbing. I simply turned the car around and headed home and half-walked, half-carried her into the bedroom and undressed and put her to bed. I laid down with her and between sobs, she asked me to undress and lie with her.

I did so and she turned into me and I wrapped my arms around her and let her sob.

I don't know how long she sobbed, but it was a long time. When she quieted, I got her a Diet Coke and she gratefully sipped it. She handed it back to me and I took a long swallow and put it down and laid down with Gwen again.

Gwen beat on my chest which I knew to mean I was supposed to roll on my back so she could lie on top of me but, instead, I said, "Go blow your nose."

This, of course, brought back the memory of me scolding her at the national conference when she had had a sobbing fit and I told her to blow her nose.

Gwen stuck out her tongue at me and yelled, "Go blow your own nose," but she did get up and blow her nose. Then she crawled on top of me and asked me to massage her bottom. I did, and Gwen said, "It's just too much for me right now, Old Man."

I simply nodded.

She continued: "What has happened to Charles is so devastating. On top of that, Barb is graduating, with honors, from college. I'm facing an important job interview, a move to a new town, a wedding, and if you weren't here, I'd lose my mind. Being with you has kept me sane this long."

Again, I nodded.

"Thank you, Old Man, for being so calm all the time."

"OK, Princess."

Gwen nodded and then said, "Thank you. I'm OK, now. But, can we visit Charles this weekend before, or after, Barb's graduation?"

"Sure," I responded.

"Thank you, Old Man. Now, I'm really hungry. Will you go get us some Chinese?"

"Yes, I will, if you'll feed these squalling cats. You'd think they were never fed."

"OK," Gwen responded and kissed me.

I was off to get dinner.

//

The rest of the week enabled me to arrange storage for Gwen's and Barb's belongings and I got lucky with a moving company who could move us anytime in the next few weeks. Another hurdle was overcome. As a bonus, I made great strides with Derek's outstanding dissertation.

Gwen did not do well on Tuesday and Wednesday, but I noticed some spark in her on Wednesday night. Early Thursday morning I realized Gwen was back, or nearly back, to her irrepressible self when she woke me and said, "Get up Old Man!"

I looked at her and she stated, "The Princess informs you that Lady Anastasia requires servicing."

"Is that so?" I asked.

"Yes, the Lady requires that you lick her."

"AFTER my coffee, Princess."

"Nooooooooooooooooooo!" Gwen whined.

I departed for the kitchen and made a cup of coffee and returned to the bedroom.

Gwen was on her back and when I entered the bedroom, Gwen commenced rubbing her pussy with her right hand.

I studied the situation for a moment or two and asked, "What are you doing?"

Gwen's response was, "I am masturbating, of course."

"Ah, and why are you masturbating?"

"I'm masturbating because I have no one to service me. The man who is supposed to attend to me is more interested in coffee than me."

My response was, "This sounds like a guilt trip to me," and I turned and walked out of the bedroom.

Gwen's yell sounded like a sonic boom: "Will David!! You get back in here right now!"

I returned to the bedroom and said, "As you know, I'm very nearly deaf. Did you call me?"

Gwen burst into laughter and when she composed herself she said, "Get over here and lick me, you idiot."

"As you wish, Princess," and I knelt on the floor and Gwen positioned herself on the edge of the bed with her legs on my shoulders.

I leaned forward and licked her upper thigh and said, "Oooops, I missed."

As one would expect, the punishment commenced immediately. Punches rained down from Gwen onto my shoulders and the back of my head. I started laughing and looked up and grabbed her wrists to stop the blows from descending on me.

Finally, I leaned forward and licked Gwen's very wet pussy and she expelled her breath and lay flat on her back. I did a very adequate job of licking her, but avoided her clit. Gwen began squirming trying to rub my tongue with her clit, but I evaded her efforts. Finally, she sat up and grasped me by the back of her head and pulled me into her pussy. She humped her clit over and over again on my lips until her head snapped back and she screamed, went rigid, gushed onto my face and collapsed on her back.

I extricated myself from Gwen's legs and pulled her fully onto the bed and wrapped her in my arms. Eventually, she opened her eyes and looked at me and then kissed me forever. When she finally broke the kiss she whispered, "I love you."

I smiled at her and said, "I love you."

//

We departed early Friday and headed for the facility where Charles the Second was housed. Upon arriving we acquainted ourselves with the facility and met some staff. It was not a cheerful place and not because of an uncaring staff. The patients were simply not in good shape and it was difficult to discern joy in the place. It did seem that the place was well run and we were assured that Charles would be in good care for the duration of his life given that the hospital at which he had been misdiagnosed had agreed to provide for him for the duration of his life.

Gwen met with Charles alone and, while he knew her, he had difficulty conversing about much of anything. He did say that he liked some of the activities and he liked breakfast very much.

Gwen was pretty broken up, but tried hard to put the whole visit into a perspective that would allow her to enjoy Barb's excitement about graduating.

Barb had made reservations for us at a local motel and Gwen found great humor in the fact that we had a regulation double bed for sleeping. In fact, she inquired as to exactly where on the floor I proposed sleeping. I indicated that she would sleep on the floor and I would sleep diagonally on the small bed and thus take up all the existing room in it. She explained to me that princesses did not sleep on floors.

We met Barb for dinner and discovered that she was viewing graduation as one last, final, hurdle in college. Rather, she was excited about the trip to Alabama and looking for a job. She did have a number of questions about my home in Alabama which I tried to answer.

She had particular concerns about the livability of the house given that it had been vacant for nearly five months and I explained that it would be fine because I had a graduate student living there and taking care of the place.

Barb thought that was very nice and was of the opinion that I was so very fortunate that the graduate student could re-arrange his or her life to take care of the house.

I looked at Barb questioningly and Gwen laughed.

Barb wanted to know what puzzled me and why Mom had laughed.

Gwen explained that, "Will regards grad students as one step up the evolutionary scale from the amoeba. I suspect Will simply told the young man to get into his house and to take care of it."

Barb was shocked and asserted that that could not be the case.

I shrugged it off and Barb looked at her Mom for further clarification. Gwen just shook her head and said, "Let it go, Barb."

Barb would not let it go and demanded to know why I regarded grad students as less than human.

My response was, "Ask me that after you've spent five years bleeding your grad school adviser dry of his time, effort, and knowledge."

Barb looked alarmed. Gwen counseled her to be calm. As Gwen put it, "Most of us make us through the torture of getting the doctorate."

Saturday morning came early, especially for me after trying to sleep on a regular double bed. Even Gwen, as tiny as she was, slept poorly after the luxury of sleeping on a king sized mattress.

We spent the morning loading Barb's belongings into her car and the one Gwen and I had driven and we went to graduation. The graduation speaker was a moron and a bore and the only thing of interest was the fact that I knew one of the fellows who was being awarded an honorary doctorate by Barb's university.

Quite notable, by his absence, was Barb's dad. Out of Barb's hearing, I asked Gwen where her ex-husband was and Gwen said she had no idea, but his absence as a father followed a pattern that had developed after Gwen divorced him.

After graduation we headed back to Gwen's place stopping only for gas and dinner and we were home by 8:30 p.m. to be greeted by three happy cats and two of whom studiously ignored us as punishment for leaving them alone for two days.

We did unpack the cars and Barb headed for a shower and bed. Gwen and I also showered and collapsed into bed.

I was up pretty early on Sunday and made some coffee. I returned with it to the bedroom and Gwen was up and she motioned for me to lie on my back. She climbed on me and gave me her right nipple to suck and she asked me to massage and stroke her bottom. Eventually she gave me her left nipple to suck and I felt her pussy leaking her wetness onto my stomach.

When she was fully aroused she removed her nipple from my mouth and turned to suck me to full hardness and she mounted me and motioned me to sit up so we were facing each other. Wordlessly, we established our rocking rhythm and I grew even harder. Gwen felt it and smiled and we rocked on and on until I felt the stirrings and told Gwen, "Princess, you're going to make me cum."

Gwen nodded and whispered, "You're going to make me cum so hard on your cock."

We rocked on for a few minutes and I finally lost it and groaned as I spurted into Gwen. She felt my spurts and the jerking of my cock and she, too, groaned and her orgasm first shook her and then stiffened her until she could fall into me and I fell backwards with her on top of me.

We simply lay there wordlessly for a while and Gwen finally broke the silence by asked, "What are you thinking?"

I answered, "I'm asking, what is this wondrous thing we share?"

Gwen laughed and said, "I've worn myself out trying to figure out the answer to that question."

Then, we kissed.

//

Monday was hectic with taking of forwarding mail, getting a house key to the moving company, cancelling Gwen's airplane ticket to Alabama, getting three cars serviced and packing for our departure for Alabama on Tuesday.

Monday night I explained the route to just east of Atlanta where we would stop for the night and Tuesday, we were off. Barb had two cats in her car, Gwen had two, and I had my Pixie with me. Within twenty miles Gwen called me on my cell phone to ask when Atlas was going to get off her lap. I explained that was how Atlas traveled and he would soon be asleep.

We stopped and stretched in North Carolina, had a brief lunch in South Carolina, and drove on to our motel in Georgia. Barb arrived first and was waiting when I arrived followed shortly by Gwen. Once there we had five cats milling around and looking to us for direction.

We checked in and the cats sorted themselves between Barb's room or Gwen's and mine. We all enjoyed the motel's pool and both women were struck by the difference in temperature between northern Virginia and north Georgia. "Wait until tomorrow," was my advice.

Dinner was followed by play time with the cats and then we enjoyed a good night's sleep. I appreciated the king-sized bed in our room. 

The next day we had slow going because we encountered a series of thunderstorms but we made it home by 1:00 p.m. I was appreciative of the fact that, although, I had both Toby and Atlas in the car with me, neither decided, as they were wont to do, to determine which of them was the alpha male of the collective.

Gwen and Barb were excited because it was warm and it was May in Alabama so everything was in bloom. Both of them were staggered by the beauty of the magnolias in bloom and they found the scent of jasmine intoxicating.

The cats were delighted to be out of the car and they tumbled about exploring everything.

Derek was at the house and he came outside to greet us. Gwen and I both cracked up when Derek saw Barb. He was simply dumbstruck and his mouth moved, but no sounds emerged. The first coherent thing he said, "Gosh, you're beautiful."

I said, "Very suave, Cow Fodder."

Gwen chimed in with, "Cool it, buster."

Barb laughed and said, "Hi, I'm Barb Davis, and this is my Mom, Gwen Davis¸ and you know Will."

Derek shook hands with Gwen and said, "Derek Coles, Ma'am. Dr. David is my graduate advisor and I've been house-sitting for him."

Derek turned to me and shook my hand and said, "It's good to see you, Professor."

Derek asked, "Are you moving into the house?"

Gwen and Barb both ducked their heads to hide their laughter and I responded, "No, Cow Fodder. You stay in the house and we'll pitch a tent out here in the front yard."

"Oh, oh, yes, of course, you're kidding," Derek responded. He added, "I'll get my things and return to my apartment."

Derek stood around awkwardly for a moment and then blurted out to Barb, There'sadepartmentalpartytonightandwouldyouliketogotoitwithme?"

Gwen just shook her head. Barb looked wonderingly at Derek and asked, "What?"

Derek looked panic-stricken and I said, "Enunciate, Cow Fodder."

Barb turned to me and said, "Will, please! 'Cow Fodder' is very demeaning."

"My response was, "Look at him! Do you think 'Poop-for-brains' would be more appropriate?"

Barb glared at me with an uncanny resemblance to her mother.

Meanwhile, Derek swallowed about three times and said, "There's a departmental party tonight and would you like to go to it with me?"

Barb responded, "Oh, a party! Sure, that would be fun. What time?"

Gwen and I wandered into the house leaving Derek and Barb to make their arrangements.

Gwen was very interested in the house and walked wordlessly from room to room. After a few minutes she said, "Oh, Old Man, this is divine. Do you call this 'Early Minimalist' or 'Contemporary Locker Room'?"

"What?" I asked.

Barb and Derek had joined us inside by the time Gwen completed her tour and Barb gushed, "And your color scheme! Black and brown! Oh, who is your designer?"

"What?" I asked.

Barb said, "Gee, this is awful. Will, do you actually live here?"

"What is wrong with you two?" I asked.

"Check out the second bedroom on the left down that hall," Gwen instructed Barb.

Barb walked down the hall and, I guess, she entered the bedroom and we heard her shriek, "What is this?"

"What is what?" I asked.

"This, this, what is this? Is this artificial turf?" Barb responded.

"Oh, that's my practice putting green."

Both women erupted into laughter.

Gwen was smiling broadly and walked up to me and hugged me and said, "Oh, you sweet Old Man. We do have a makeover on our hands."

"What in the world is a makeover?" I asked.

Gwen said, "Oh boy, here we go."

Barb said, "This, I have to hear."

Derek, passing through with some of his stuff to load in the car commented, "Professor, I loved living in your house. It is so functional and bereft of junk."

Both Gwen and Barb gave Derek a look that would have killed him had he seen it. Fortunately, his back was to them when it happened.

Gwen drew a big breath and expelled it slowly and began, "Old Man, the walls and ceiling need painted. The carpet must be replaced. All your furniture must go and we'll replace it with my stuff that is coming on the truck. Then we'll need some pictures and a few lamps and then we'll see where we are."

"Now, wait just a minute," I injected. "I've lived comfortably in this house for thirty years. Everything can't be wrong with it."

Gwen rolled her eyes and asked, "How old is this furniture?"

"I don't know. Maybe thirty years old?" I answered.

"It's worn out, Will," Gwen explained. It's all black and brown, too. There is no color in this house."

Gwen paused for breath and asked, "How old is this dark brown carpet?"

"I have no idea," I responded truthfully.

"It's worn out, Will. It's dirty and I'm sure the padding underneath it is in pieces by now."

"You're saying everything has to go?" I asked.

"Yes, Old Man. Everything."

Barb injected, "And that artificial turf has to go and the room has to become a bedroom."

"Nope," and the finality of my voice gave both women considerable pause.

I saw Gwen give Barb a signal I didn't understand, but Barb quieted.

Gwen said, "Let's talk about adding a room in the back where you can set up a hitting net and a putting green."

I thought about that for a moment and said, "OK, but here's a ground rule from now on."

Gwen and Barb nodded and I looked at Barb and said, "You have nothing more to say to me about this house."

Barb looked shocked and Gwen said, "That's fine, Will."

I looked at Barb for a minute and then she nodded her head and said, "You're right, Will. I'll have nothing more to say to you about your house."

I nodded my acceptance of her statement.

Throughout all this, Derek had been traipsing back and forth moving his things out of the house and putting them into his car.

I said to Derek, "Hold on a second. I have something for you," and I followed him out the door.

I thanked Derek and gave him some money for his time and effort and he thanked me

As I re-entered the house I heard what I guessed was the end of a conversation between the two women. What I did hear of it was Gwen telling Barb, in pretty strong terms, to stop thinking that Barb was Gwen and that she could talk to me in the manner Gwen did.

"Hear! Hear!" was my thought.

We moved in everything in our cars and fed the cats and showed them where the litter boxes were and then they all raced into the backyard to explore it. Clearly, my cats knew the place and were carefully checking to make sure everything was as they left it.

Barb slept in my guest room and Gwen and I slept in what would be our room with the kind-sized bed and in-suite bathroom.

//

The next morning Gwen called her dad to give him our phone number and to tell him where she and Barb were. She also put Barb on the phone to talk to her grandpa about his grandson. Barb did a good job of keeping the old guy calm and explaining Charles' brain tumor and the trauma of the life-saving surgery. 

Gwen's dad asked to speak to Gwen again and indicated that he wanted to come to Alabama to visit and Gwen told him it would be a few weeks until we had three functioning bedrooms and some painted walls and new carpeting, and he could visit then.

Gwen called in a paint crew who painted the interior is an off-white and brightened it considerably. When the painters departed, Gwen had the carpet people arrive and lay new dark blue and light blue carpeting throughout the house, including my practice putting green room.

I had to agree that Gwen was quite correct in saying the interior of the house did need a makeover.

During the house refurbishing, Barb would head out each day looking for a job and Gwen would go to our library to study and prepare for her job interview. I typically played golf and reacquainted myself with the few of my colleagues who were around.

Most afternoons when I arrived home I would find Derek and Barb there not doing much of anything, or just leaving for, or returning from, someplace. On one occasion I told Derek not to file a federal income tax for the year because I intended to claim him as a deduction on my return. Poor Derek went to pieces and Barb had to explain to him that I was kidding.

Gwen's interview was looming larger and larger and I decided it was my job not to allow her sometimes lack of self-confidence to hamper her.

Finally, the day of the interview arrived. I drove Gwen to campus and we walked, hand-in-hand, to the building where the interview was scheduled.




At Long Last: Gwen Ch. 04



As we walked across campus for the interview Gwen asked me for any last minute advice I might have and I indicated there was one cautionary note I'd like to suggest.

"Doug Gottlieb will likely be in the group interviewing you. He's good. He's so good he's world-class. Pay attention to him. He's small and wiry with a big shock of dark hair. I've seen him trick some doctoral students at their oral defense with this trick."

"He'll pose a stats problem for you in the form of a word problem and ask you how you'd solve it. The word problem, to all appearances will look, for example, like a non-parametric data problem. You might say that and then say something like 'Let's look at all the assumptions underlying the non-parametric tests' and then you'll launch into a recitation of the assumptions, looking for the best fit for this problem. At this point Doug will start smiling and nodding his head up-and-down and he's feeding you all kinds of positive reinforcement."

"However, nested within his word problem was a very subtle suggestion that you're really dealing with parametric data and all his positive reinforcement is leading you down a blind alley and he'll blind-side you when you finish answering the question."

"If you respond to one of his questions and he starts that smiling and nodding, stop in your tracks and back up, because you overlooked something. You'll know with Doug that you're on the right track when he stares at you without expression."

"My advice is, take as long as you like to consider one of his questions and proceed only when you're sure you understand it fully."

Gwen smiled at me and said, "Oh, Old Man, why couldn't I have had you as my adviser in grad school?"

"Uh, I think we talked about that once and decided that would not have worked very well."

"I know," Gwen said, "but I can dream, can't I?"

We were at the steps of the building where Gwen's interview was to be conducted and Gwen kissed me and said, "Don't worry. I'll be OK. Go drink coffee in the Union and I'll find you when I'm done."

I watched Gwen go up the steps and into the building and I turned around and returned to the Union to wait.

I then endured the longest two hours of my life. After an eternity of looking at my watch I looked up and saw Gwen and Doug Gottlieb approaching. I stood and they walked up to the table and I motioned them to sit.

I looked at Gwen and she winked at me and I exhaled loudly enough that the trees outside the building bent over.

Doug shook my hand and said, "Hail, O Ancient and Ugly One."

My response to Doug was, "Where, Whiz Kid, do you get the temerity to refer to me as 'ugly'?"

We all sat and I asked Gwen, "How are you?"

She gave me the Mona Lisa smile and said, "Good, Old Man."

I looked at Doug and he asked, "Do you have any more of her stashed somewhere?"

I had to smile at that and responded, "No, the mold was broken when this one was created."

"That's too bad," was Doug's response. "She's really first-rate. And, as far as the vote to hire or not, I can't imagine any negative votes at all. She's gets an enthusiastic thumbs-up from me. As for the rest of the committee, I can't comprehend anyone finding anything negative about Gwen."

I said, "It's very nice of you to walk Gwen back here to the Union."

Doug smiled, "It was my pleasure to walk across campus with a smart and beautiful woman."

"While you're here, Doug, let me ask you about an issue."

"OK," was Doug's response.

"I'm going, Doug, in July on three consultations to chemical companies and we're making a trip to Dubai also in July. These trips are wearing me out. A younger person needs to pick up the chemical consultations. I'd like to suggest to the chemical companies that you be given the most serious consideration as my replacement. May I recommend you as my replacement to these companies?"

Doug said he'd love to be considered for these consulting jobs as long as they did not involve more than twelve days of travel per year."

"Good enough. I'll urge them to give you their fullest consideration."

"Who is the 'we' on the Dubai trip?" Doug asked.

"We," I responded, nodding to Gwen. "Gwen is accompanying me and she's going to wear a veil and walk ten paces behind me singing, 'Praise be to Allah for delivering to me such a magnificent husband.'"

Doug laughed harder than I'd ever heard him laugh and Gwen stuck out her tongue at me and said, "You idiot! Wait until we're alone."

Still laughing, Doug stood and said to Gwen, "It was a pleasure meeting and interviewing you. I hope I'm right when I say, I look forward to greeting you as a colleague in August."

He turned to me and said, "Good seeing you, O Ancient and Ugly One."

Doug paused a moment and then said, "Have a wonderful wedding, too. Shalom!"

As Doug walked away, Gwen turned to me and said, "I have to pee."

As she headed for the bathroom I simply convulsed in my seat. I actually drew attention to myself by laughing so loudly.

When I got some semblance of control I looked skyward and muttered a quick prayer of thanks.

A happy and even gleeful Gwen returned and said, "Let's walk! I feel like I'm walking on air and I also feel drained. Wow! That was some interview!"

My response was, "Whatever it was, you must have knocked their socks off."

Gwen said, "I hope so! It was tough, it was draining, but it was so professional and the people interviewing me were so smart. It was like being back at MIT again where everyone shows up to work knowing they have to be at their best because everyone expects nothing less than their best. It was simply exhilarating!"

I think I was grinning like the Village Idiot at this point.

"And," Gwen said, "You were right about Doug. He nearly threw me with a regression question, but I told him that discriminant analysis was actually better in the scenario he described."

"Who was there?" I asked?

"Well, let's see. There was a fellow from the Teaching Center, Randy somebody. There was Doug. There was a fellow named Morton and a big, scary guy whose last name is Maloof, and a very stern, unsmiling woman named Patricia."

I stopped walking and just looked at Gwen. She looked at me questioningly. I said, "Princess, don't you ever doubt yourself again. You just won over what has to be the toughest bunch of interviewers imaginable."

I went on to give Gwen her interviewing team's pedigrees and their work at the University. Gwen smiled and said, "I'm glad I didn't know all that before the interview."

I let out a big sigh of relief that the ordeal was over and asked, "Where do you want to go now?"

The little Princess gave me one of her smiles and said, "I want to go home and ravish you!"

"Oh, OK! A splendid idea," was my retort.

We drove home with me driving and Gwen in the passenger seat with her head back and her eyes closed. Occasionally, she would remark, "Gosh that was fun," or "Gee, that was challenging."

When we reached home, Derek's piece-of-crap car was in the drive way and we walked inside to find Derek and Barb seated in the living room talking. Barb ran to her Mom to ask how the interview went and Gwen assured Barb that it had gone well and all indications were that a positive outcome was pending. Barb was really excited and Derek looked pleased. 

Gwen saw Derek standing stiffly and urged him to be seated. He said, "Thank you," and seated himself. I walked over to Derek and slipped him some money and said, "For dinner with, and entertainment of, Barb tonight."

Derek immediately stood and stiffly thanked me. I looked at him and said, "Sit down Cow Fodder." Derek sat.

Barb turned to me and said, "Will, Derek was telling me he's waiting for you to read his dissertation. Will you please read it so he can get on with his life?"

I stared off into space for a long while and finally turned to Barb and said, "I'm trying to think of a scenario in which I would ever be bored enough to want to pick up Derek's drivel and read it."

Barb looked at me unbelievingly. Derek looked like he was going to cry. Gwen rolled her eyes at me and said, "Stop being an idiot."

Then I grinned and looked at Derek and said, "I have read your pitiful contribution to the field and it's actually outstanding. Go see the departmental secretary and schedule your oral defense of it."

Derek leaped to his feet and shouted, "Oh, thank you, Professor!"

Barb and Gwen were smiling and I looked at Derek and said, "Would you stop being a damn pogo stick and just sit down? You're making me nervous with all this jumping up and down."

Derek dropped to his seat like he was shot.

Then I asked him, "Who's on your committee, anyway? I've lost track of that since you started the dissertation."

Derek responded, "You are my adviser and dissertation director and committee chair and Dr. Gottlieb and Dr. Maloof make up the rest of my committee."

I took a long, hard look at Derek and said, "BOTH Gottlieb and Maloof? Son, you either have a death wish or you have cojones the size of watermelons."

Derek said, "Well, Sir, I certainly have no death wish and I have no idea what cojones are."

"Balls, Son. Most of us have them between our legs, but I think yours are hanging between your ears."

Derek blushed and Gwen and Barb simultaneously yelled, "Will!"

I looked at Barb and said, "You be quiet. One of you is more than enough. I don't need your Mom in stereo."

Derek piped up and said, "But, Professor, you approved of both Dr. Gottlieb and Dr. Maloof."

"I did?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Wow, that must have been when I still thought you had a brain."

I thought for a minute and said, "Well...we'll serve them coffee laced with Valium at your orals and maybe they'll be is a stupor and just sign off."

Derek very tentatively asked, "May I start looking for a position for the Fall Semester now that you've read my dissertation?"

"Do what you want, but I have interviews set up for you in California and Pennsylvania and, if you don't like anything there, I've you got lined up as a visiting prof right here for next year."

Derek was speechless. Barb looked glad. Gwen started laughing and said, "The Godfather strikes again."

That damned Derek was on his feet again almost shouting, "Oh, Dr. David, I can't thank you enough!"

I shot back, "Yes, you can. Leave and take this half-pint nag with you," and I nodded at Barb.

Barb stuck out her tongue at me in the exact manner Gwen does and Gwen collapsed into laughter.

Derek grabbed Barb's hand and as they departed, Barb said, "Isn't Will wonderful?"

Derek said, "Gee, if you find him wonderful you must think Genghis Khan is a candidate for sainthood."

I yelled, "I heard that Cow Fodder!"

The only response was Barb's tinkling laughter.

The two youngsters were out the door and Gwen was in my lap kissing me and smiling.

When we came up for air I smiled at Gwen and told her, "You really, really did well today. Please, never doubt yourself again."

Gwen's eyes misted and she hugged me and said, "Take me to our bedroom."

I got up with Gwen in my arms and carried her to the bedroom and put her down. She commenced doffing her clothes in every direction and I whistled, "Wow, panties even. You did take this seriously."

"Well," Gwen wanted to know, "what are you waiting for Old Man?"

"I was enjoying the view. I'll never get enough of your beautiful body."

Gwen was now undressed and was cupping her ta-tas in her hands and pointing them at me. She said, "That was a nice try at recovering from that crack about me walking ten paces behind you. I should thank Allah for delivering an old fossil to me."

I simply shook my head at the little vixen and finished undressing. Gwen shouted, "On your back on the bed."

Dutiful to the letter of the law, I laid down in the middle of the bed on my back. Gwen climbed on the bed and positioned her little pussy over my face while she laid on top of me and grabbed my cock. She sucked away and I followed suit by licking the length of her pussy. I was enjoying the sensations in my cock no end while I watched Gwen's flower petals open to my tongue.

Very suddenly I lurched and yelled, "What was that?" as a pain shot up my cock. Gwen fell off me laughing hysterically and I looked down and discovered that Atlas had jumped up on the bed and had expressed his high regard for me by licking my erect cock. 

Atlas looked at Gwen who was laughing uncontrollably and at me and back at Gwen and back at me. I got up and picked up the little guy and gave him a hard massage along his back. He enjoyed it so much he forgot to look inscrutable. I lifted him higher and kissed him on the top of his head and put him on the floor.

I looked back at a still hysterical Gwen and asked, "Where were we?"

Gwen was still laughing and gasping for breath and she rolled over in an apparent attempt to get on her stomach but, succeeded instead to perform the improbable of falling off a king sized bed whereupon she landed with a thud on the floor.

I heard an "Ooouuuffff" when she hit the floor.

I ran around the bed to check Gwen. I got down on my knees at her head in time for Gwen to say, "I'm OK."

When she raised her head she was looking directly at Ivan, and without missing a beat, she reached out and scooped my cock into her mouth and resumed sucking. I found this inordinately funny and began laughing as Gwen sucked harder and then alternated sucking and stroking. When she had me really hard, Gwen released me, got up, and climbed on the bed.

She patted the bed beside her and I climbed onto it and laid on my back. Gwen swung her leg over me and grasped Ivan and directed him to Anastasia. When she had Ivan correctly aligned I lifted my hips and entered Gwen. She lowered herself onto me and grimaced with the pleasure and then began to rock up and down.

She leaned forward as far as she could and beckoned me forward. I leaned forward as much as I could as Gwen cupped her right ta-ta and tried to feed her nipple to me. There was no way, given our height differential, that my mouth could reach her. She moaned, "Damn!" and slid off my cock in order to give me her nipple.

I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked. While sucking, I slid the middle finger of my right hand into Gwen's very, very wet pussy and pumped it into and out of her. She gripped my wrist and thrust back and forth on my finger while I continued to suck her. Gwen was moaning and tossing her head back and forth, but she found the wherewithal to stop screwing my finger. She pulled her nipple from my lips and moved back in order to locate my cock which she found and moved to the mouth of her pussy again. 

Again, I thrust into her and she screamed, "Ohhhhh, so good!" She began sliding up and down my cock ten or twelve times and then, with a determined look, stopped her humping and slid off my cock and again offered me her breast, this time her left one.

"Suck hard, Will," Gwen begged.

I did suck hard, and I also slipped two fingers into her pussy and, to both her surprise and mine, the presence of two fingers, induced a powerful orgasm in Gwen. Her eyes first widened, then her mouth widened into the letter 'O' and the she gripped me by my shoulders, thrust hard against my hand, and my fingers and hand were drenched with her fluids. She was frozen for a moment and then¸ with a sob, she collapsed into me.

I carefully laid back pulling Gwen on top of me and held her while she gasped for breath.

When both her breath and sanity returned she said, "Oh, Old Man, you didn't cum."

I assured her I was fine and just wanted to hold her and tell her, again, how wonderful she was, and how wonderfully she had done in her interview this afternoon.

"Thank you, Old Man," was her simple response. She laid very still on me as I massaged her beautiful bottom. After a few minutes, she propped herself on her elbows and looked intently at me.

"What?" I asked.

Gwen asked, "Why did Doug Gottlieb call you 'Ancient and Ugly'? No one has ever found you ugly."

I laughed and said, "I'm not sure I have all the facts, but I'll share with you what I do know. Doug was flown to the west coast to interview an aerospace company for a consulting position."

"He showed up for the interview in one of his goofy outfits that he thinks is the height of fashion. I think he had on faded jeans, a nice dress shirt, with the tail out, and a ratty sports coat. I mean he was Mr. Spiffy by his standards."

"Anyway, when he didn't get the job he was furious and he called the company to find out why he didn't get hired and also to learn why they hired a guy who wasn't as sharp as he was."

"He was told he just didn't look 'corporate enough' and the company was afraid to put him in front of any stockholders or investors. Doug went bananas when he heard that and he was complaining about the company's stupid decision around the department and someone said, 'Well, you should learn to dress like Will David' and Doug responded, 'That ugly old dude?' and since then I've been, to him, the 'Ancient and Ugly One.'"

"Will David?"

"What?"

"I want us to get married here in Alabama, not back in Virginia."

It wasn't unusual for the Princess to surprise me, but this change in her thinking really surprised me."

I gave her thought some consideration and concluded, "What the heck?"

Accordingly, I said, "It's fine with me if you're sure this is what you want to do."

"It really is. It's beautiful here and I love it and the change in you since we arrived here is amazing. In Virginia, you were low-key, but here you are so relaxed it's amazing."

"That's interesting," I noted, Then I asked, "Have you made any arrangement in Virginia that can't be un-made?"

"Nope," was Gwen's response. "A few phone calls and everything put in place there will be undone."

"OK, let's do it," I said. "Let's see if the minister and church are available."

"I'll take care of that," Gwen said.

"You will?"

"Yes, I will, but first you have to screw me again."

With that Gwen attacked my cock and sucked me back to hardness. This time she got underneath me and I mounted her and we may have set a record for the longest, most enjoyable screw in the history of mankind.

Afterwards, we lay side by side stroking each other and kissing and Gwen had a far-away look in her eyes. After a long while she re-focused and said to me, "Life is funny. What if I had not submitted that paper to the national conference? What if you hadn't been asked to be the responder?" 

With that, she burst into tears and rolled into me to be held.

The next few days were absolutely bizarre. The house was in fine shape and we had furniture delivered and in the midst of that chaos, Barb got a call from the Sociology Department saying they wanted to hire her as an assistant to the chairperson.

Gwen got a call from my chairperson informing her that he was pleased to offer her a position beginning in August as a Senior Lecturer and at a decent salary at that.

I got a call from Dubai saying that their intelligence service had partially uncovered a plot to kill or kidnap any westerners in the Emirates. I was politely, but firmly, told that my consultation would have to take place via e-mail and Skype. Needless to say, both Gwen and I were disappointed, but I readily agreed that the consultation would go forward.

With the trip to Dubai cancelled, I told Gwen we had no options, but to go to Hawaii in July to make up for the lost trip. Gwen's eyes got very big and she shouted, "I need clothes! Give me your credit card!"

My only response was, "Thank heavens for Dubai. My checking account can't take much more of your clothes."

I did enjoy Gwen's delight and was greatly amused when Barb heard about our Hawaii trip. Barb immediately said, "Take me with you! You won't even know I'm there!" 




At Long Last: Gwen Ch. 04



I answered for both of us when I said, "When pigs fly." 

Barb threw a hissy fit, but calmed down when Gwen said, "Barb, live with it."

The word, 'Hawaii' had quite an effect on Gwen. When we went to bed that night she grabbed my hand, told me to insert a finger in her and she screwed my finger and hand to a very loud orgasm. A few minutes later Gwen asked to be licked and I found a very prominent clit evident within her otherwise tiny pussy. I licked and sucked her to another powerful, and noisy, orgasm and I assumed she was done. Thirty minutes later, at most, I awoke to find her stroking my cock to hardness whereupon she backed into me, spoon fashion, and inserted my cock into her remarkably wet and hot pussy and she humped against me asking me to 'pull my nipples.' I finally jerked and spurted and this triggered yet another powerful, and noisy, orgasm in Gwen. Then, she had the audacity to tell me that I was an 'animal.' 

The next morning Gwen awoke in a festive mood which was dampened a trifle over breakfast when Barb asked her Mom if she couldn't be just a bit quieter in the future. As Barb put it, "Mom, when I can hear you all the way down the hall, you've being a little too exuberant."

Gwen said, pointing to me, "Talk to him. He's an animal."

Barb smiled sweetly and said, "I don't think he's the animal."

Gwen blushed three shades of red.

We became more settled into the house and I admitted that I liked the place with its color and pictures and more adequate lighting.

Additionally, we transferred out YMCA membership and resumed our workout schedule. Life was good.

The next major event for all of us was Derek's oral defense of his dissertation. 

It was scheduled for 1:00 p.m. on a Wednesday in a small conference room commonly used for such purposes. 

I arrived early and picked up all the relevant documents and double-checked them before departing for the conference room where the defense was scheduled.

The departmental secretary had remembered to unlock the door so I entered, turned on the lights and laid out the documents in front of me. Based on something I had learned long ago, I turned on a tape recorder so that the doctoral candidate could review why he had been critiqued and so an examiner could not later contend that he or she had told the candidate to revise section X when the examiner had clearly said section Y.

Derek was the next to arrive looking like a man on his way to the electric chair. I instructed him in no uncertain terms that he was wound too tightly and to take some deep breaths and get under control.

Doug Gottlieb appeared a few minutes before the appointed start time and he took one look at Derek and decided that Derek needed to calm down so he engaged Derek is some small talk.

We waited for Maloof. 

We waited some more for Maloof.

Fifteen minutes later, the great hulking Maloof walked through the doorway and grabbed a seat near the door.

I inquired of Maloof, "So, Tariq, were you impeded in your way here by the need to kill a few infidels along the way?"

Maloof nodded his ponderous head and said, "Both Infidels and Zionists. They both abound at this godless, intellectual bastion. Hello, Gottlieb, you Zionist bastard."

Derek nearly flipped out of his chair. He turned white and his right leg starting going up and down like a jackhammer. I looked at him in amazement and realized that, despite five years in the department, he had no idea that Gottlieb and Maloof were great friends and delighted in baiting each other endlessly.

Doug's responded to the 'Zionist bastard' comment by laughing uproariously. He shook his head and said, "Tariq, you really are an asshole."

Maloof looked at Gottlieb seriously for a moment and nodded while saying, "It must be so. I am told that so very frequently."

Derek was, I believe, catatonic at this point.

This cracked up both Doug and me. When our laughter subsided, Maloof asked, "So, are we here to slice and dice this little lamb into shis-kabob, or shall we sign some paper and foist upon the world yet another dubious scholar?"

I let that question linger a bit and looked at Gottlieb whose eyebrows were bumping his hair line. He shrugged imperceptibly to my questioning look. 

I picked up the document we three faculty had to sign to signify acceptance of Derek's dissertation and slid it down the table to Tariq.

Tariq looked at it and slowly reached inside his sports coat and slowly pulled out his glasses case. He opened the case and removed his glasses and adjusted them on his face. Even more slowly Tariq returned to his inside sports coat pocket and removed a fountain pen. With remarkable deliberateness, Tariq unscrewed the top of the fountain pen and slid it onto the cylinder.

Doug couldn't contain himself any longer. He remarked, "Arabs are so technologically advanced. When did you graduate, Tariq, from a quill pen and inkwell?"

Tariq never even looked up and said, "Silence Swine or I shall project a fountain of ink from this magnificently crafted device all over your ugly shirt. You dress like camel dung, by the way."

Doug responded, "We are all familiar with Arab accuracy with weapons. I suspect you'd hit Derek here in the face."

Derek was most certainly catatonic by now.

Tariq looked at the document and asked, "Does it matter if I sign on the second or third line?"

I responded, "I have to sign on the top line so either the second or third line is fine."

"Ah," Tariq intoned, "I shall sign on the second line so this Zionist scum has to sign below me."

Tariq signed his name. He then slid the document down the table to Doug along with his fountain pen.

Doug picked up the fountain pen and signed his name and he pushed the document and pen over to me and I signed.

I handed the pen back to Tariq and remarked, "That is a finely crafted device."

I turned to Derek who was still in a state of shock and said, "Well, Cow Fodder, congratulations upon completion of the Doctor of Philosophy degree and welcome to the Life of the Mind."

Derek's lower lip quivered and he gulped, "But, what about my oral defense?"

Doug looked at Derek incredulously and said, "For crying out loud, Derek, we just handed you your life on a silver platter. Are you holding out for a gold one?"

Nothing was computing for Derek who blurted, "But, I prepared so long and so hard for my defense. Is this it?"

I was speechless. I had no idea what to say, but Tariq saved the day by saying, "Little lamb, Doug and I read your paper carefully. It is well done. You were well-trained by your advisor. Why should we waste our time and yours with a series of questions simply designed to make you jump through more hoops? Will did that for the past five years and you are ready."

Something finally penetrated Derek's thick skull and he asked, "I'm really, really done? I have my Ph.D.?"

I said, "Derek, if you don't get your butt out of here in the next five seconds I'm going to tear up this acceptance paper and you're going to spend another five years with me riding you to death.

Derek ran from the room laughing insanely and screaming, "I'm done, I'm done!"

We all sat there for a few minutes saying nothing until I roused myself and said, "Thank you, both of you. I think he's the best one I've ever turned out and I think both of you reinforced that for him today."

Doug nodded and turned to Tariq and said, "C'mon down to my office. You lost me with something you said in our proposal and I need you to explain it."

Tariq heaved his bulk into a standing position and he and Doug departed, each saying, "See you, Will."

I drove home and discovered upon arriving that Derek's wreck of a car was in the driveway. I went inside and found Derek looking discombobulated and talking a mile a minute to Barb and Gwen. Barb looked completely mystified and Gwen was frowning.

As I entered the room, Gwen asked me, "What in the world occurred at Derek's defense?"

I rolled my eyes and produced the tape and recorder and invited everyone to listen.

I went to the bedroom and changed into jeans and a polo shirt and returned to the living room. As I entered, the tape was replaying my comment about Derek being the best I thought I'd ever produced. I turned off the recorder and asked, "Any questions?"

Barb was still mystified. Gwen was laughing. Derek looked like a statue.

I yelled at Derek and told him to look at me. He did and I said, "Your dissertation was so good, none of us thought you had to be examined further. Do you get it now?"

Derek sat still for another minute and then smiled and relaxed. He asked, "One question, Professor?"

I responded, "Derek, I'm Will now. No more 'Professor," no more "Dr.' Now, what's your question?"

Will said, "OK! Will, why were you so damn hard on me all the time?"

I shook my head and turned to Gwen and said, "He won't believe me. You tell him."

Gwen nodded and turned to Derek and said, "Derek, Will thought you were the best he's seen in his long career and he threw everything at you to make you even better. Had you been anything less than excellent, you'd have received little or nothing from Will. He wasn't harassing you. He was teaching you. Did you just spend two hours being shredded to pieces at your oral defense?"

Recognition began to dawn on Derek and he said, "No."

Gwen continued, "Are you sitting here now or are you somewhere in the throes of despair because you have weeks or months of revision and resubmitting to do?"

Derek finally broke into a big smile and said, "OK, I see it now. Thank you for explaining it Dr. Davis." 

Gwen smiled and said, "I'm Gwen now, Derek. No more 'Dr. Davis.'"

Derek smiled and said, "Thank you, Gwen."

Derek then turned to Barb and said, "Would you like to go out with me and celebrate my doctorate with a nice dinner?"

Barb perked up and said, "Sure! Let me get my stuff!"

As Barb bounced away I turned to Derek and said, "By the way, if you lay one finger on that girl, Cow Fodder, I'll cut off your balls and feed them to you."

Derek sighed and said, "You'll never change. You'll always be an ogre."

//

Again, let me know if Chapter 5 is desired.



At Long Last: Gwen Ch. 05



Chapter 4 concluded with Will warning Derek not to lay a finger on Barb. 

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It was May already and Gwen and I had accomplished a few things and Gwen had accomplished some major ones including conducting a brilliant job interview and refurbishing our house. Her next tasks were to get her medical and dental records to where we were living and this entailed finding competent doctors and dentists. In a university that has a medical and dental school, this is not a difficult task and Gwen handled this easily.

I contacted a contractor who came to the house and I discussed with him an addition that I could use primarily as a golf room with a hitting net and putting green. It was feasible, but costly and I nixed the idea given that I could always go to the golf course and practice.

I had three consulting trips looming and Gwen said she had decided not to go with me to save money for our Hawaii trip. I convinced her to come with me on one trip and she chose the Texas one over the Delaware or Michigan trips. 

As she indicated she would, Gwen contacted my minister to inquire about his availability and that of the church and she ran into a brick wall. While both the church and he were available in early or mid-June, he adamantly refused to discuss a wedding with Gwen on the grounds that I had to have been duped in some way into marrying Gwen.

Gwen was both shocked and hurt and she came to me fighting back tears of frustration over the treatment she had received from my minister. I phoned the minister and arranged an appointment for Gwen and me to visit him.

We met with the minister on a Tuesday morning and we really dressed for the occasion. I had on a dark suit and dark red tie and Gwen wore a white frilly blouse with a dark blue suit. Harold, my minister of ten years greeted me warmly and Gwen not nearly so warmly.

I summarized my understanding of what Harold had told Gwen and he agreed that she had provided a faithful rendering of his words to her.

I then said, "Harold, why would you say to Gwen that I am not a candidate for marriage to her."

Harold nodded and said, "Will, I've known you for ten years and I believe you've been in a pew every Sunday you've been in town for those ten years. During these ten years you've been a generous benefactor of our ministry here, but you have not, to my knowledge, attended one men's breakfast, one work detail, or one reception, and I've seen at least a dozen women practically throw themselves at you and you've politely walked away from everyone and every activity in this church. You are not a social person in any sense of the word. Were you, you would have kept company with at least one of those dozen women, some of whom were quite intelligent and quite engaging. Now, suddenly, you appear with a considerably younger woman, quite a beautiful woman at that, and say you want to be married. If you feel the same way in a year, come back and we'll talk."

"Is that it?" I asked. "Is there room here for discussion?"

"Yes, there is, Will. In a year if you feel the same way, come back and we'll talk. Will, I'm trying, as your minister, to protect you from yourself and this woman, whom I fear has designs on your status, connections, and money."

On a 'stun scale' of one to ten, Harold had just delivered a ten. I sat very still for the longest time and then looked at Gwen and asked, "Is there anything you'd like to say to Harold?"

Gwen said, "Yes, I would."

She then stood up, leaned on Harold's desk and said in a controlled voice dripping with venom, "Fuck you and the horse you rode in on, you pompous asshole."

On a 'stun scale' of one to ten, Harold's comment had just dropped to a five and was replaced by Gwen's newly assigned ten.

We were all seemingly frozen in some kind of odd tableau with Harold and I shocked into speechlessness while Gwen glared at Harold.

I have no idea why, but I suddenly started laughing and said, "That's my Princess," and I stood and took her by the hand and led her out of Harold's office. As we exited, I turned slightly and said, "Thanks for your time, Harold."

Harold had nothing to say, but not because he lacked manners. He was simply too shocked to say anything.

As we walked out of the church, hand-in-hand, Gwen was very upset at her outburst and said, "I'm sorry. That was a terrible thing to say."

I laughed again and said, "Let it go, this time. It may have been terrible, but it may well have been warranted."

"Oh Will, I'm so sorry. I was just so angry at the way he treated you. He thinks you're a sixteen year old throbbing hormone, or a doddering old fool."

I noted, "Add to that he alluded to you as a gold-digging young woman. I think he did a pretty good job of insulting us."

We had reached the car and Gwen said, "I do admire the fact that he was so forthright, though. There's nothing namby-pamby about him."

"You, either," I added.

Gwen laughed and I added, "He was holding four aces and you had a Colt .45. I think you won that hand."

Gwen suggested that it was a hollow victory because she wanted a church wedding and we had no options at this time. I thought a moment and suggested, "We could try Campus Ministries."

Gwen said, "Of course! Why didn't I think of that?"

"Shall we?" I asked.

"Sure," Gwen responded. "Let's go there now."

We drove to Campus Ministries and parked and walked to the building and read the directory that listed various Protestant denominations, as well as Islam, Hillel, Buddhist, etc.

I asked Gwen what she thought and she said, "Let's try the Methodists. I'm up-to-here right now with Presbyterians."

We found the Methodist's office and walked in and a young man asked, "May I help you?" 

Then he looked carefully at me and said, "Professor David?"

I was startled and said, "Yes."

He grinned and said, "I'm Harry Mikeluk and I had you for statistics maybe ten or twelve years ago."

"You did? Which course?"

Harry responded, "Intro."

My response was, "Oh Lord."

Harry nodded affirmatively, "You were really at a loss about how to teach sophomores."

Gwen burst out laughing and said to me, "You taught Intro?"

I looked at Gwen and said, "Well, you know, the old rotation thing where every so often everyone has to teach the Intro course."

Harry burst out laughing and said to Gwen, "He was awful. But, oh my gosh, did he pound the Gaussian Curve into our heads. I think I still view the world through the prism of the Curve." 

Then Harry stuck out his hand to Gwen and asked, "Who are you?" Gwen smiled at Harry and said, "I'm Gwen Davis. I'm this old fossil's fiancé."

"I'm happy to meet you. What brings you here today?"

Gwen said, "We want to be married and we want a church wedding and we're looking for a minister who will marry us."

"Well, here I am," Harry said. "Let's talk."

"Wait a second," I injected. "You're the minister?"

"Yes, of course," Harry responded.

"Are you old enough to be a minister?" I asked.

I heard Gwen say, "Oh, you idiot."

"Yes, Professor, I'm old enough. I've been out of seminary six years now."

"Oh," was about all I could muster.

Harry grinned and asked, "Refresh my memory. What was the other distribution you taught us that I never understood?"

I thought for a second and said, "I think you're referring to the Pareto distribution."

"That's it," Harry exclaimed.

Gwen looked at me and rolled her eyes and said, "You idiot, that's not Intro material."

I looked at Gwen and said, "Intro material is what the professor teaching the course deems it to be."

Gwen stuck her tongue out at me.

Harry asked, "Are you sure you two aren't already married?"

Gwen said, "Oh, we're sure. We're not married yet."

Harry asked, "Have you been living together for a while?"

Gwen responded, "We met nearly six months ago and within twenty-four hours we knew we were destined for each other. We've not been apart since except for the week it took him to move from here to my place in Virginia."

"Wow!" Harry responded.

I asked, "Why did you say, 'Wow?'"

Gwen injected, "Don't answer that question, Harry. Will understands people about as well as you understand the Pareto distribution. Just let it be."

Harry gave a long pause and said, "Look, this is interesting. In the last minute and one-half, Gwen has called you, Professor, an 'idiot' twice and she just told me not to answer a question you asked. Does that upset you?"

"Upset me? No."

"Why does that not upset you?" Harry asked.

"I'm not sure why I should be upset. She certainly doesn't mean I'm literally an idiot or she'd have nothing to do with me."

Harry nodded and said, "OK, and what about Gwen instructing me not to answer your question?"

"Oh, she means that you would answer the question and I wouldn't understand the answer and then I'd ask more questions and become more confused and we'd waste all our time on something that is actually irrelevant to the task at hand."

"What do you think of the Professor's answers, Gwen?"

Gwen laughed and said, "He's precisely correct."

Harry mused, "Fascinating."

"Do you two make major decisions together?" Harry asked.

Gwen responded, "Absolutely. I bring up any and all topics to Will for discussion."

"Would you agree with Gwen, Professor?" Harry asked me.

"I don't know..." and I turned to Gwen and asked, "What major decisions have we made?"

I knew from the look on Gwen's face that she was almost beside herself trying not to laugh out loud. Finally, she said, "Let's start with, I want to teach and not follow a traditional tenure track, and then we'll think about whether you should take the acting chair position, and there was our decision to move to Alabama, and our discussions about Charles and then our decision about Barb living with us and how we dealt with my crazy chairperson, and redoing your house, and things like that."

I looked to Harry and said, "Yes, I agree with Gwen."

Harry responded, "Do you, Professor, bring up major issues with Gwen?"

"I don't know. Ask Gwen."

Gwen erupted into laughter and turned to Harry and said, "Harry: do you get the picture? Will is in the world, but he is not of the world. His mind is on issues, on problems, on his reading, his writing, his teaching, his golf game, and so forth. I deal with the domestic agenda and we discuss issues as they arise." 

"Fascinating," said Harry.

Harry continued, "Do you have any major differences on issues of finance?"

Gwen laughed again, and said, "I don't know of any."

"Professor?"

"No, no differences."

"What kind of spiritual life do you share?" Harry asked.

Gwen responded, "We've attended church regularly and I pray and thank God for my blessings and I know Will does and I see him reading portions of the Bible and Koran pretty frequently."

Harry asked, "Professor, how would you answer that question?"

I said, "Gwen answered it adequately."

"You say you've attended church regularly, but you're here at Campus Ministries looking to be married in the Campus Chapel by a clergy man or woman. Why have you not approached the clergy at the church you attend?"

Gwen looked to me and I nodded to her so she said, "Will has lived here for 30 years. I'm new here so we went to see his Presbyterian minister whom he has known for ten years and the minister treated me like a gold digger and Will like a kid in the candy store or an old fool. He told us to come back in a year if we were still serious."

Harry was frowning and clearly thinking about Gwen's response. After a lengthy pause, Harry asked, "What reason or reasons did he give to think you, Gwen, were out to take Harry to the cleaners or you, Professor, were being deluded by Gwen?"

Gwen looked to me and I said, "It would be best if you spoke to him if it's important. I don't' want to try to interpret his reasoning."

Gwen asked, "May I speak to Harry's question, Will?"

"Surely," I responded.

Gwen turned back to Harry and said, "The minister seemed to be saying that Will is so remote from people that he's not the marrying kind. Additionally, the minister pointed out that in the last ten years a number of attractive women have tried to interest Will and he's not been interested. Suddenly Will shows up with me in hand and the minister seemed to think Will had lost his mind and I was out to take Will for everything he had."

"I see," Harry said.

Harry must have been thinking because he was silent, as were we.

After a few minutes of silence Harry looked up and said, "Watching the dynamic between you two is just fascinating. If you had not told me differently, I would have thought the two of you had been married for years. I'll be pleased to marry you. When would you like the ceremony?"

Gwen smiled and reached her hand for mine and I took it. Gwen asked, "Is the Chapel available on a Saturday in a few weeks?"

Harry got up and checked a handwritten calendar and said, "No, but it is available in three weeks." 

Gwen asked, "Is it available at 1:30 p.m.?"

Harry shook his head negatively and said, "Both 12:30 p.m. and 2:30 p.m. are open, though."

Gwen looked at me and I shrugged so she said, "12:30 p.m."

Harry noted it on the calendar and Gwen asked, "What's next?"

Harry asked, "Do you have time now or should we schedule another session?"

Gwen looked at me and I shrugged so she said, "Whatever it is, let's do it now."

Harry said, "C'mon, let's go get a Coke or a cup of coffee and we'll look at another few issues related to marriage."

"Just a second, Harry," I injected.

"Yes, Sir," Harry responded.

"Are you married, Harry?"

"Gwen gave me one of her looks and Harry began laughing and said, "Yes, five years."

I nodded 'OK' to Harry.

Gwen remarked, "Ever the pragmatist," to Harry who again laughed.

Gwen suggested that I call Walt and confirm with him the change of venue and change of time so I phoned Walt and Gwen signaled for me to activate the speaker feature on my phone.

Walt picked up as the three of us strolled across campus towards the Student Union.

"Walt, it's me, Will. How are you?"

"Fine, Will, and you?"

"Good, Walt. We getting married here in Alabama instead of Virginia and the date is June 14.

Walt said, "Alabama?"

I responded, "Yes, that's what I said."

Walt reiterated, "Alabama? Does Alabama have electricity yet?"

"Yes," I responded, "for four hours a day everywhere and Birmingham has it six hours a day."

"Isn't that wonderful?" Walt mused.

"How" Walt asked, "does one get to Alabama? Are the roads passable?"

I looked at Gwen who held out her hand for the phone and she took it from me and said, "Walt, this is Gwen."

"Hi, Gwen," was Walt's cheery response.

"Walt: stop being so provincial. Boston has ruined you. Be a little cosmopolitan and take a plane to Birmingham, rent a car, and we live an hour away."

Harry appeared greatly amused by all this.

Walt continued, "Alabama has a bunch of rednecks who are still fighting the Civil War."

Gwen sounded a bit exasperated when she said, "Knock it off, Walt."

I signaled for the phone and Gwen said, "Here's Will, Argue with him."

"Walt: Alabama has never fought a Civil War. Get your facts straight."

Walt almost screamed, "Alabama never fought a Civil War! What was going on between 1861 and 1865?"

I responded, "Walt, you ignorant history student, that was The War of Northern Aggression and I don't need a best man. Good bye!"

And, I clicked off the phone.

Gwen and Harry both had big eyes. I smiled and said, "Give him a minute."

In less than a minute my phone rang and I answered. Walt was yelling, "For crying out loud, Will, I was only teasing."

"Walt: If you come down south with that snotty, know-it-all, superior Yankee attitude, you'll go home with your head in your carry-on bag."

"Fine, fine, Will. Yes, I'll be your best man and I won't poke fun at the Johnny Rebs."

"Hey Walt..."

"Hey what, Will?"

"Go read the Declaration of Independence."

"Why?"

Go see what Jefferson wrote about a people's right to disband an oppressive government and form a new one and put that into the context of the Confederacy."

"Oh, my God, Will. I do remember that introduction to the Declaration."

"Good. Now you know why we call it The War of Northern Aggression and not the Civil War. There was nothing civil about that war. We weren't on the right side morally, but we did have Jefferson on our side."

"I'll do that, Will. I'll see you on the thirteenth of June. Send me directions to your house from the airport."

"Will do, Walt. Thanks!"

I logged off the phone and looked at Gwen and said, "I know. You have to pee. We're on our way to the Union right now."

Gwen stuck out her tongue at me and Harry split his sides laughing and said, "Promise me that you two aren't already married."

"We aren't, Harry, but as I said, I knew twenty-four hours after meeting Will that we would be."

"Really! That's fascinating."

I noted, "Harry, you're easily fascinated."

Harry grinned and said, "Couples like you don't just show up very often. You really are quite fascinating."

We arrived at the Student Union and Gwen headed for the bathroom and I got Gwen a Diet Coke and a cup of coffee for Harry and me. When Gwen returned, Harry noted that the two issues that are most disruptive to most married couples were money and sex.

Harry wanted to know how we handled finances. Gwen said, "Will makes it and I spend it."

Harry shook his head and asked, "Would you agree with that statement, Professor?"

"That seems about right," was my response.

"Does that seem equitable to you, Professor?"

"Yes, I told Gwen to invest and bank her money and spend mine."

"Fascinating," Harry murmured.

"You know, Harry, if you were one of my grad students, I'd have you buried in the library for six months until you learned to stop using that word. We are not exotic animals in the zoo."

"Sorry, Professor. I'll try and watch that."

"Don't try. Do it."

Gwen injected, "Will, Harry is not one of your grad students. Stop bossing him around."

I looked at Gwen and she gave me her, "I'm going to kill you" look.

Harry watched us and said; "Really, quite fascinating," and then he clapped his hand over his mouth and said, "Sorry, Professor."

Gwen turned to Harry and said, "Really, you better drop that word. The pot is beginning to boil over here," and she nodded in my direction."

Harry thought for a minutes and then said, "You know, I don't think we even have to discuss sex with you two unless you have a question, but I do have to ask you, Professor, why did you tell Gwen to bank her money and spend yours."

I looked at Harry and said, "Unless something catastrophic happens to Gwen, she's going to outlive me by twenty years."

Harry nodded and said, "Boy oh boy, are you two marriage material. Give me your address and phone numbers and I'll be in touch."

We parted ways with Harry for the time being and Gwen very gratefully thanked him for his time, effort and interest in us. Harry said it really was his pleasure.

Gwen took my hand and said, "Shall we go?" 

"Do you have to go potty, first? I asked.

Gwen punched me in the tummy as a response.

"Fascinating," was my reaction. "Professor, how did you feel when Gwen punched you in the stomach?"

Gwen cracked up and laughed so hard she had to sit down. When her bout with mirth ended she looked up and said, "Damn! Now I do have to pee!" and she stormed off to the bathroom.

When she returned she gave me one of her looks and said, "Not one word!"

My response was, "Fascinating. Professor, how did you feel when Gwen just threatened you."

"Stop it, you idiot!" Gwen shouted and a number of people looked up in surprise at us. She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door leading out of the cafeteria.




At Long Last: Gwen Ch. 05



We drove home quite relieved to have a wedding date and Gwen gaily announced that we had to go shopping for wedding rings.

"Good grief! When do these arrangements end?"

"We're almost there, Old Man. Hang on."

"Why did you say, 'we' have to go shopping for wedding rings?"

Gwen responded, "Will, I do expect you to wear your wedding ring so I want you to accompany me so we can pick out matching rings we both like."

"OK, when do we have to do this?" I asked.

"We'll do the rings tomorrow and I promise it won't take a long time."

"We can't do this on the web?" I asked.

"No, Old Man, we can't. It's a question of sizing. I'm sure you have no idea what ring size you wear?"

"Oh, that's right. They come in sizes, don't they?"

"You're such an idiot, Old Man."

Gwen also said that we would have to visit the non-denominational chapel on campus so we had a good idea of the size and layout for our wedding.

We arrived home and Gwen called a caterer to arrange for a small reception after the wedding ceremony at our house.

When she hung up the phone, it immediately rang again and it was Harold, my minister, who identified himself to Gwen and asked to speak with me. Wordlessly, Gwen handed me the phone and I said, "Will David."

Harold identified himself and he said, "Will, those words that Gwen said to me, really stung, and they really made me rethink how I handled our meeting this morning. Could we set up another meeting and let's try that again?"

"No," Harold. "You made it abundantly clear that you think I'm a deluded old fool and Gwen is a conniving, evil woman who is going to clean me out and leave me destitute. That's your opinion and it's yours to express in this wonderful country of ours. We, on the other hand, don't have to listen to your opinion. End of story."

"I'm so sorry, Will. I hope you'll continue to grace us with your participation in worship."

"I don't think, Harold, that Gwen and I will darken your doorway."

"Again, I'm terribly sorry, Will. Let me wish you good fortune and good health in the future."

"Thank you, Harold. Good-bye."

I hung up and Gwen just shook her head.

"Gwen asked me the name of our departmental secretary and I thought a minute and replied, "Marybeth."

Gwen nodded and said, "Oh, that's right." 

Gwen called Marybeth and identified herself and asked Marybeth to put out a departmental memo indicating that everyone was invited to attend our wedding ceremony at the Campus Chapel on the 14th at 12:30 p.m. and to call us at home and tell us if they'd like to come to the house afterwards for a small, informal reception. Gwen emphasized, "No gifts" and specified that we had to hear from them by June 7 if they were coming to the reception so the caterer knew how much food to prepare.

Marybeth asked if this invitation was extended to faculty only or did it include staff? "Both" Gwen replied.

Marybeth made Gwen laugh when she said, "I can't wait to meet you. You must be something to corral that old bachelor."

When she hung up the phone, Gwen sighed and said, "There simply are too many details attendant to a wedding."

She stood for moment thinking and said, "Let's call my dad and get him here the week before so we can get him fit for a suit."

I simply grunted and asked, "Can we put him in a motel?"

"No, you idiot, we can't put him in a motel."

"How does he live anyway?" I asked. "What's his source of income?"

Gwen said, "He has Social Security and I send him money every month."

I nodded and said, "OK, that's how he makes it."

Gwen called her dad who answered on the first ring. Gwen greeted him and said, "Dad, it's Gwen."

"Hello, Sweetness and Light," her dad responded.

"Dad, I'm going to send you an airplane ticket so you can fly here on June 9."

"OK, Sweetheart. Where am I flying?"

"You are flying to Birmingham and we'll meet you in baggage claim and then we'll bring you here and we're going to get you a new suit for the wedding."

"You're still going to marry that liberal sonofabitch, Will David?"

"I'm not marrying anyone else but Will David, Dad."

"OK, he's a liberal, but he's a nice guy. I guess it's OK."

"Thank you, Dad. I'll talk to you again between now and then, OK?"

"OK, but tell Will to stop parking his pickle between now and the wedding."

"I'll be sure and do that, Dad."

"OK, Sweetheart. Thank you. I love you."

"Wait!" I injected.

Gwen said, "Wait a second, Dad."

"I want to talk to him," I said.

"Will wants to talk to you, Dad. I'm going to give the phone to him."

I took the phone from Gwen and said, "Pops?"

"Yeah, Will."

"The most patriotic people in the country live down here in the south."

"That's good, Will, that's good."

"Pops, if you come down here and call someone a Communist, I don't care how old you are, they are going to kick your ass between your shoulder blades and you're going to be pooping out of your neck."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Don't do it."

"OK, I'll remember. But, listen, you limp-wristed liberal, me and my buddies at the Senior Center have a few questions for you and your liberal friends and these questions are going to make you straighten your wrists."

"OK¸ Pops, don't forget to bring them with you."

"Don't worry about that, Will."

"All right, I'm giving the phone back to Gwen now.

Gwen took the phone from me and said, "Love you, Dad...OK, bye-bye."

Gwen hung up the phone and said, "Whew! I'm glad you told him that. Oh, and he said to tell you that you have to stop parking the pickle between now and the wedding."

"OK."

"And, if you do, there's going to be hell to pay," Gwen grinned.

"Do you want some lunch?" Gwen asked.

"Not yet," I responded.

Gwen said, "OK, let's go lie down and catch our breath."

We went to our bedroom and got out of our dress clothes and I reached for some shorts and Gwen said, 'Nay, nay, naked."

I undressed completely and got in bed and Gwen followed me and laid on top of me. "Play with my bottom, please," Gwen asked.

I massaged and kneaded her tush and Gwen sighed, "Stress relief."

I asked, "Are you satisfied with everything regarding the wedding."

"Yes, I think so," Gwen said. "There are just too many details, but I got a kick out of Harry and I think the Campus Chapel will probably be very nice."

We heard a commotion outside the bedroom and then heard Derek ask, "Where are Will and Gwen?"

Next we heard Barb say, "See the closed bedroom door?"

"Yes," Derek said.

"They're in there. They screw like rabbits. It's disgusting."

Next we heard, "I can't imagine Will having sex. It's simply incongruous with the rest of his demeanor."

"Hah," Barb exclaimed, "try picturing your mother doing the deed sometime."

"Eeeuuwwww!" was Derek's response.

Barb and Derek drifted off to the kitchen and we heard nothing more. I was laughing quietly at their impressions of us and Gwen was frowning. "What's the matter?" I asked.

"I'm vacillating between laughing and going out there and kicking her in the butt," was Gwen's response to my question.

"Rabbits don't kick people in the butt," I noted.

"True," Gwen laughed. Then she said, "Nap." She rolled off me and I pulled the covers over us and she snuggled into me and I know I dozed off.

I was awakened about forty-five minutes later by a gentle licking and tugging on my cock. I yawned and said, "Ah, the little rabbit is nibbling lettuce again."

Gwen's response was, "Hey Old Man, this isn't any lettuce. This is protein."

"May I ask why you are making slurping sounds and yanking my organ?"

"You may," was Gwen's response.

"Do tell," I requested.

Gwen explained, "I'm making big, dumb, Ivan hard so he can squeeze into Anastasia and make Anastasia very happy."

"I see. It is important that Anastasia is happy."

"You bet your bony ass it is," was Gwen's retort.

The Princess continued sucking me and I responded to her satisfaction.

In fact she said, "How very satisfactory."

Then she made some kind of acrobatic move that I presume only a tiny person can make and she backed in a spoon fashion against my groin. She reached behind and grasped Ivan and slid him into a wet and hot Anastasia.

"My, aren't we wet?" I remarked.

"Aren't we," Gwen remarked,

"What is it the Princess requires this afternoon?" I inquired.

"The Princess....Oooooohhhh, that feels good...requires a long, slow, screw this...Oooohhhh...afternoon."

"Thusly?" as I thrust slowly into the little volcano.

"Ooooooooh, that's so good, Old Man."

I maintained a slow, thrusting rhythm and The Princess expressed her satisfaction although after a few minutes she groaned, "The ta-tas, Old Man."

I wrapped my hands around her beauties and rolled her nipples back and forth and she gasped.

We maintained a constant thrusting motion and the Princess complained, "Sometimes I wish you weren't so tall so I could turn around and kiss you while you're doing this."

I speeded up my thrusting and asked, "Why am I always too tall and you're never too short."

"You forget," Gwen began to respond, but her thought was interrupted by her groan and a moaning, "Ohhhhh, that's so good."

"I love this Princess," I said.

Gwen managed to gasp, "Love you, Old Man." Then she gasped, "Faster!"

I accelerated my thrusts and Gwen began panting, "Huh, huh, huh, huh" and then her hips were moving as she thrust backwards to meet my forward thrusts.

Her gasps intensified as did the pace of her thrusts and she arched backwards against me and groaned once, but loudly, stiffened, and I felt her gush against me.

I held her tightly as she shuddered and then relaxed. She mumbled, "On top," which I took to mean she wanted to be on top of me so I rolled her onto me on her back and held her for a few moments before she reached down and removed Ivan from her pussy. She rolled off me onto her stomach and then climbed back on me and commenced kissing me. I massaged her beautiful bottom and she almost purred.

Eventually, the Princess stopped kissing me and looked at me with a big grin and said, "Let's go back and see Harry and ask him what he wanted to ask us about our sex life."

For the life of me I was struggling to recall who Harry was and the Princess read, I guess, my facial expression, and yelled, "The minister, you idiot."

"Yes, of course, the minister. I was struggling for his last name."

"Liar! You can't fool me, Old Man. You had already forgotten who Harry was."

"Yes, Harry the minister. Let's not go see him. I don't want to be told that we're fascinating."

"OK," Gwen said. Then she asked, "Are you hungry now?"

"I think I am."

"C'mon," Gwen said. "I'll fix you something."

We had lunch and Gwen said she had lots of details to review and double check and urged me to go to the golf course or read. I indicated, instead, that I would go to the department and check my mail and talk with the chairperson if he was in this afternoon.

Gwen stopped what she was doing and showed how very perceptive she was by asking, "Old Man, you just finished with Derek. Are you going to take a new grad student?"

I gave Gwen a smile and asked, "Do you mean am I going to take another grad student at my age?"

Gwen nodded, and said, "Yes, that's what I mean. My question really is, 'Do you want to retire in a few years or do you plan to keep working?'"

"I'm undecided in some ways, but I think I might like to retire. I also think I'd like to keep going, but not full-time."

"What do you want to discuss with your Chair?" Gwen asked.

"I want to hear from him what the department needs in the next few years. Can they live with me hanging around just teaching and writing and not helping with grad students and not being a productive researcher or do they need my position to find a younger person who can go full bore with teaching, research, and service."

Gwen said, "Old Man, you've earned the right to do whatever you want to do in your department. And, don't forget, you're a real mucky-muck in the association and in AAUP."

"Yes, but I'm tired of being a mucky-muck and I have you now. I'm much more interested in things close to home, now."

"Awww, that was sweet," Gwen said and she climbed on my lap.

I said, "I was going to ask you, after I talked to the chair, what you thought I ought to do. But, we're on the topic, so tell me what you think I should do and why."

"Go talk to your chair, first. Then, we'll get naked and do our serious talking." Then Gwen kissed me long and hard.

"OK, I'll do that and I also have to call my editor and find out why I haven't heard anything about the book."

Gwen's eyes shot open and she let forth with an anguished "Oh!" 

I looked at her strangely and she blurted, "Your editor called and I'm so scatter-brained right now I forgot to tell you she called."

"Oh, OK, well, don't worry about it. What did she say?"

"I'm so sorry, Will! Please forgive me?"

"Princess, forget about it. What did she say?"

"The book is fine, Old Man. She thought it was wonderful and she had three outside analysts read it and you have enthusiastic reviews forthcoming and they're going to market the book hard."

"Outstanding," was my assessment of the situation.

Gwen said, "You know, you wrote the book on systems analysis and I don't know anything about that and I don't understand how you ever learned anything about it, either."

"Oh, geez, it's a long story. You don't want to hear about it."

"Yes, I do!" Gwen said.

"No, you don't," I persisted.

I should have expected it. The Princess stamped her foot and said, "I do."

"OK, when do you want to hear about it?" I asked.

"This evening."

"Good, you'll forget all about by this evening."

Gwen stuck out her tongue at me and said, "Will not."

I kissed the little Princess goodbye and drove to campus and upon walking into my departmental building, I found Derek moving boxes of books into a faculty office. I stopped and asked him, "What are you doing?"

Derek gave me a big smile and said, "I took the opportunity you gave me to be a visitor this year and I'm moving into Professor Corrigan's office while he's gone for the year."

Derek added, "I'll be covering his classes this year."

Warning bells started clanging in my head saying something wasn't right with this picture. I thought about this for a moment and asked, "Derek, what about the California and the Pennsylvania interviews?"

Derek grinned, "I cancelled them because this offer was too good to leave on the table."

I literally growled at Derek, "Those were tenure track jobs. This is a nothing appointment for a year designed to give you a safety net. You're wasting a year!"

"Oh, I don't think so, Will."

I walked off in a very confused state and went to the departmental office and collected my mail and went to my own office to look at it. My brain, however, was still trying to decode Derek's behavior. It finally hit me and I left my office and went to Corrigan's where Derek was merrily putting books onto shelves.

I walked into Derek's temporary office and he smiled at me and asked, "What's up?" One look at my face and the smile disappeared on his.

I asked, in very measured tones, "Are you getting laid for the first time in your sorry life?"

Derek's face went pink and then red and then scarlet and then a deeper scarlet.

That was all the answer I needed and I returned to my office and called Gwen at home. She answered and said, "Hey, Old Man."

I told Gwen, "This may be hard to believe, but Derek and Barb are having sex. Is she on birth control?"

Gwen went ballistic. I heard her give one yell of "Barbara Gwendolyn Davis!"

I faintly heard Barb say, "What?" and Gwen said, "Are you screwing that damn Derek?" and the line went dead. Gwen had hung up the phone.

I hung up the phone and locked my office and sprinted, as well as I could, to my car and drove home.

I walked into the house with aching knees from my modified sprint thinking, "I'm getting old..." and I found Barb on the couch barely able to contain her laughter.

Gwen was pacing the floor and occasionally stamping her foot.

I said, "Hey, Princess."

That was the wrong thing to say. Gwen yelled, "Don't you Princess me, you evil man. You taught that damn Derek everything he knows."

"Whoa!" I yelled. "I did not teach him that Tab A goes into Slot B."

That made Gwen laugh and she shot me one of her glances and said, "You idiot!" 

While Gwen continued to work herself into a further frenzy, I turned to Barb and asked, "Are you on birth control?"

Barb answered simply, "Yes, I have been for two years because my menstrual cycle was all messed up."

Gwen yelled, "Who else have you been screwing?"

Barb responded, "Both Derek and I were virgins. He's the only man I've ever been with."

"Inconceivable," I muttered.

Barb asked me, "What's inconceivable?"

I looked at Barb and said, "It's inconceivable to me that Derek even knew what to do."

Barb said, "Trust me, he didn't. I thought I was naïve. He was beyond naïve."

"That figures," I responded.

Gwen screamed at me, "How can you be so calm about this?"

"Well, honestly, I don't know what else to be. Barb is 22 and Derek is 26 or 27 and these things happen when men and women get together. My concern was birth control."

Gwen just glared at me.

I asked, "May I ask a question?"

"What?" Gwen snapped.

"If Barb is on birth control and if Barb is 22 years old, why are you so upset?"

Gwen yelled, "She's my baby. I don't want her playing with men and having them do disgusting things to her. She's just a baby."

"How old were you when you had Charles?" I asked.

"You be quiet, you idiot. You're the cause of all this."

I burst out laughing and walked up to Gwen who started throwing punches at me and I waded through the punches and picked her up and she wrapped her arms around me and started laughing.

When she stopped laughing Gwen added, "And she's only known Derek for a month!"

"A month? And how long did you know me before we were naked?"

Gwen, still in my arms, yelled, "You be quiet or I'm going to kill you this time and you can't talk me out of it."

"Ok, you do that."

I turned to Barb and said, "Go see Derek. He's at the department in Corrigan's office and I think he's probably still shaking in his boots."

Barb said, "OK," and beat a hasty path out to her car.

I lowered Gwen to the floor and she commenced punching me in the stomach muttering "Big dumbass, Sasquatch."

When she tired of punching me she asked, "How did you find out the two of them were screwing each other?"

I relayed the story of Derek's cancellation of two job interviews to stay here and Gwen shook her head.

She leaned into me and said, "I hope he has a big one."

I laughed so hard I had to sit down on the floor. Gwen looked at me and said, "It's not funny."

When I stopped laughing I indicated that I had to return to campus and deal with my mail and the chairperson if I could find him.

"OK," Gwen said, "and if you see Derek, scare him for me."

"OK," and I kissed the Princess and returned to campus.

Walking into the building I encountered none other than my chairperson of whom I asked if he had a few minutes. He indicated that he did and suggested a walk across campus and a cup of coffee.

We settled into the Union cafeteria with a cup of coffee each and my chair, Thomas Fitzgerald, asked me what was on my mind.

My response was, "My age."

Tom nodded and said, "OK."

I gave Tom a quick synopsis of where I was including getting Derek graduated, finishing my book, and not being eager to apply for more grants or take on more grad students and essentially winding down my research career and easing out of professional responsibilities with our professional organization and AAUP. My question is, "What can the department tolerate out of me for the next few years without becoming a liability?"




At Long Last: Gwen Ch. 05



Tom gave a long, low whistle and shook his head. He thought a long time and said, "Let me give you two facts to consider. First, the department needs you to teach a course or two per semester for the next few years. We don't need you as an active researcher, because we've got the young guns in line."

"Second, the University (and you can't repeat this) is preparing to elevate you to Distinguished Professor this year and that imposes some real responsibilities on you."

I gave a snort of disgust and said, "The University should have thought of that five years ago. Tell the powers that be that I'm not interested."

I continued, "As for your assessment that I can teach for the next few years, let me jump at that. I think I have one more book in me and that kind of teaching load will let me do the book."

Tom put us his hand and said, "Think about the Distinguished Professor thing for a few days and let me know. Don't throw that away today."

"I don't have to think about it, Tom. Thinking about it will just make me angry. If that was to happen, it should have happened five years ago."

"Will, are you sure?"

"I am."

"OK," Tom concluded.

"Thanks for the briefing, Tom. It's much appreciated."

"Sure. I'm heading back to the office."

"So am I, Tom. I have some mail to look over."

We walked back to the department together and parted and I looked at my mail and found nothing earth shattering so I headed home.

I drove home and found the cats sprawling all over the front yard and only Gwen inside. "Where's Barb?" I asked. "She's usually home by now."

Gwen smiled and said, "Oh, I imagine she off screwing Derek right now."

I smiled and said, "You think?"

"Yes, I think!" Gwen snapped.

Who came walking in the door at that moment but Barb. 

"Where's Derek?" Gwen asked.

Barb smiled, and said, "He's out in the car. He's afraid to come inside because he thinks Will is going to dismember him."

Gwen said, "Tell Derek that Will is certainly not going to dismember him, but if I find some shears I may emasculate him."

"MOM!!!!"

Gwen laughed and said, "Tell Derek to come inside. No one is going to say anything to embarrass him."

I was in no mood for Derek so I wandered back to the bedroom and lay down and stared at the ceiling and frankly fulminated at the stupid University and their belated idea to award me the title of 'Distinguished'.

An hour later the Princess walked into the bedroom and lay down beside me and asked, "What's wrong?"

I responded, "Nothing is really wrong, I'm just fuming about something Tom told me this afternoon."

"Can you share it?" Gwen asked.

"If it goes no further than you, I can."

"Sure," Gwen said.

"While talking with Tom today and asking if I could slow down and just teach and write, he said the department could handle that, but I needed to factor in the variable that the University was going to promote me, this year, to the rank of Distinguished Professor."

Gwen sat up and said, "Wow!" The she added, "But..."

"I told Tom to tell the powers that be to forget the promotion because that should have happened five years ago."

The Princess was frowning and she asked, "Why turn it down at all?"

I explained, "Most universities promote their people to the distinguished rank when it's merited. Ours waits until the man or woman is over the age of sixty and makes it clear that the rank carries with it a lot of expectations as well as power and prestige. It's a little trick the administration uses to keep high-profile people active long after many of them don't want to be that active."

"So," Gwen added, "you really are serious about slowing down."

"Yes, I'm firm on that now. I'll continue to teach each semester and I think I have one more book in me and then we'll see where we are."

"Old Man, are you doing this because of me?"

"You're darn right I am. I want to be with you and not running around the country or spending all my time directing research assistants and guiding grad students."

To my complete surprise, tears began running down Gwen's face and she climbed on top of me and hugged me fiercely.

"Uh, Princess, what's this about?"

"Oh, Old Man, I'm just so struck by the contrast of being married to Charles and to you. With him I was the trophy wife and everything revolved around him. With you, you're reordering your life for me!"

"Well, not really," I said with a smile.

"What do you mean by that?" Gwen asked guardedly.

"It's just that you wear me out sexually so I don't have any energy left for academics."

The Princess emerged instantaneously and began beating on my chest yelling 'You idiot."

Then she leaped up and ripped off her clothes and said, "When you said, a minute ago, 'I want to be with you' it was like an electric charge to my pussy."

She jumped on top of me and shimmied her way up my body and sat her face directly in front of me and pulled open the outer lips of her pussy and yelled, "Lick!"

"Hey," I said, "I have on a shirt. You're going to leak all over it."

Gwen said, "I'll wash the damn shirt. Now lick!"

I grabbed her by her hips and began a long, leisurely, licking of the Princess' pussy. She expressed her delight with a series of sighs and moans. Shortly she asked me to go higher and faster and I addressed her clitoral hood and the signs turned to moans. 

After a few minutes her clit appeared and I licked it and the Princess started panting as she gripped my head and began thrusting herself into my face.

It couldn't be but a few minutes later than Gwen moaned, "Oh, I'm cumming," and she squealed and slumped forward against the headboard.

I left her alone for a minute to regain some normalcy and then I asked her to lie on me. She scooted down my chest and then leaned forward and collapsed onto my chest.

Gwen lay silently for a while and then said, "Oh, I wish the world would go away so I could just stay in bed with you."

I kissed her and Gwen passionately returned my kiss. When we stopped, Gwen said, "I have something really touching to tell you."

"OK," was my response.

I took a few minutes to talk to Barb while you were back here and I asked her to go slowly with Derek and not find herself getting married too soon.

She said, "I'll try, but he's the closest thing to Will I can find."

I think I gulped a few times and couldn't really say anything.

After a minute I asked, "What did you say in response to that."

"I told her, then, to be very careful because there was a streak of pure steel in you that I didn't think was in Derek."

"I'm deeply humbled that you would say that."

Gwen kissed me, I think, for nearly forever.

When she broke the kiss, she asked, "So, you'll be teaching for the next few years?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Be happy doing it, Old Man."

"I'll try."

Gwen nodded and asked me to shower with her.

After the shower, I indicated that I had something for her and a puzzled Gwen asked me, "What?"

I reached into my bedside table drawer and retrieved my mother's engagement ring and gave it to her.

Gwen looked at the ring and at me and back to the ring and at me and was simply speechless.

I urged her: "Put it on."

Not surprisingly, it was too big for Gwen, but the act of putting the ring on her finger loosened her tongue and she said, "This is beautiful! Is this really for me?"

"Of course it is," I responded.

"Tell me about it," Gwen asked.

"It was my mother's and she gave it to me and said she hoped that someday I'd find a lovely woman to whom I would want to give it. Honestly, I'd forgotten about it in the safety deposit box, but Barb asked me the other day to get you an engagement ring and she explained the engagement ring protocol and I remembered that I had this one."

Gwen then went on about a "solitaire" setting and gushed about the beauty of the ring and said that we'd get it sized and talked about carets and simply got excited. I was happy!

//

The next morning we left the YMCA for downtown and a jewelry store Gwen fancied. A pleasant young lady waited on us and we looked at rings although Gwen and the clerk kept referring to them as 'wedding bands.'

After exhausting their supply of rings Gwen asked me which style I favored and I considered the lot and said "This one."

Gwen nodded and said, "Oh, the ugly one? No, we won't get that one, Old Man."

The clerk made a funny gurgling noise and walked away because she had a coughing fit.

I looked at the Princess and asked, "So why did you ask me which style I favored?"

"Well, I certainly didn't think you'd choose the one you did. It might look good on a Sasquatch, but on me it would like I was trying to wear a bracelet on my finger."

Gwen then isolated two different rings and said, "Choose."

"Is this a test?"

Gwen said, "No, this is not a test. These are both nice looking rings that will look good on you, with your big hand, and on me, with my small hand."

"Oh, I see. Either one is fine with me."

"All right, then, we'll take this one."

The young lady who was waiting on us had recovered from her coughing fit and said, "Let's get your respective sizes," and she started sliding skinny rings on our fingers.

Gwen was size 5 and I said, "Oh, the same as your bladder size," and the Princess punched me in the gut. 

I was a size 13 and Gwen said, "Yes, Sasquatch-size." 

I asked the Princess if I could punch her in the gut and she said I could not. Life is not always fair.

Anyway, the rings, we were told, would be available for pick-up in two days along with the engagement ring and I paid the young lady and we drove off to visit the Campus Chapel.

We parked and walked into the open chapel and discovered a few students were in the pews reading or thinking or praying so we very quietly walked around and explored the chapel proper and some rooms off to the side and Gwen nodded and we departed.

Gwen noted that the Chapel did not currently have any religious symbolism in evidence and she wondered if each religion or denomination brought their own symbolic trappings to the Chapel as needed. I said that I guessed that was the case or, perhaps, the trappings were stored somewhere in the Chapel in a location we hadn't uncovered. 

Gwen said she would call Campus Ministries and ask.

"What else do you have to do, today?" Gwen asked.

I indicated that I had some e-mails from Dubai already that I had to consider and I also had a troubling e-mail from the chemical company in Texas who had developed a very potent new liquid fertilizer and they were worried about quality control of the production process and wanted to know how frequently they needed to conduct quality control tests to assure a one-hundred percent safe product.

Gwen frowned and said, of the Texas firm, "It sounds like they have an engineering problem more than a quality control issue."

"You're absolutely correct, Princess," I said, "and the chemists see it that way and are asking me to come down on their side, but the finance and marketing guys are trying to bypass the real problem and get me to tell them how often to sample the product to make sure it meets the chemists' standards without the time and expense of developing a new back-end process that assures quality control."

"How really interesting," Gwen said.

"I suppose it is, Princess. But, when you get the technical guys lined up against the finance guys and the marketing group, the technical people always lose."

"Why?" Gwen asked.

"Money. The faster you get the product to market with as little overhead as possible, the more money the company makes and the happier the stock holders are."

The Princess nodded her comprehension and asked, "So what are you going to do?"

I said, "I'm going to try to get more information. I think I'm playing with one-half of a deck of cards with this company."

I went home and Gwen went on to campus to do some course planning and I reminded her before she left that she had, in fact, forgotten to ask me about the systems analysis book and I stuck my tongue out at her. She archly informed me that she had not forgotten, but she was simply excited about the engagement ring.

Later that week we picked up the engagement ring and wedding bands and Gwen wore the former and put the latter in the bedroom so we would remember to take them to the ceremony.

The remainder of the week seemed calm enough although Gwen pitched a hissy fit the evening Barb called home to say she was spending the night at Derek's.

Later when we went to bed, Gwen wondered what Barb and Derek were doing 'now.' I thought I'd have a little fun with Gwen and said, "She's playing with his pee-pee right now."

In retrospect, I probably shouldn't have said that. I took at least ten punches to the gut and was called an idiot, a dumbass, a moron, an imbecile, and a pervert and she even tried to push me out of bed.

When that failed, she yelled, "Don't you dare touch me tonight!"

That started me laughing and, as we know, it is not a good idea to laugh at the Princess. She erupted into another yelling outburst at me and then she yelled, "Good night!" and turned her back to me.

Maybe five minutes elapsed and Gwen rolled over and said, "I'm upset. You have to hold me."

"OK, Princess. Might I suck your nipples while I hold you?"

"No! I'm mad at you! Well, maybe a little."

"I'll just suck a little and you tell me when to stop," I suggested.

"OK," the Princess agreed.

I began flicking Gwen's left nipple slowly and then rapidly and then slowly again and she said, "You said you were going to suck."

"Oh, I did, didn't I," and I sucked hard and Gwen expressed a long, low moan. 

I stopped sucking and asked for her other nipple which she thrust into my mouth. I sucked lightly and then strongly and I felt Gwen grab my hand and pull it between her legs.

I continued sucking and Gwen began breathing hard and rubbing her pussy against my hand that she had pinned against her.

I alternated sucking one and then the other nipple and Gwen was gasping and writhing about. She asked me to stop and she dove under the covers, located my cock, and commenced performing an amazing job of sucking me to hardness. She then stroked me slowly and then released me and emerged from under the covers.

The Princess announced, "You on top and I don't' want to hear any dumbass comments about any pee-pees."

"No, Your Highness, I promise."

Gwen scrambled beneath me and positioned myself above her. She guided my cock into her pussy and I gradually insinuated myself into her. Once I was firmly inside Gwen wrapped her legs around me and her arms around my neck and I commenced thrusting. 

"Oh, slowly, Old Man. Make it last."

I slowed my thrusts a bit and smiled at the Princess who mouthed the words, "I love you," at me.

The Princess was soaking wet and her pussy was hot. We fell into an easy rhythm that lasted for minutes until Gwen shuddered and said, "Faster."

I quickened the pace of my thrusts and Gwen began to thrust against me and she exhibited the early signs of her orgasm and she began to gasp. Eventually, she blurted, "Let me cum first and then I want you to cum in my mouth."

I quickened my pace yet again and it triggered Gwen's orgasm. She moaned loudly, stiffened, and then collapsed. I slowed my thrusts considerably and when she had recovered her sanity, she said, "Put Ivan in my mouth."

I pulled out of her pussy and presented Gwen my cock which she engulfed in her mouth. She stroked me rapidly for only a minute and I groaned and released everything I had. Gwen swallowed and kept sucking me and eventually sucked me dry.

When she released me she very sleepily said, "I've finally figured you out, Old Man."

"Oh?" was my response.

"Yes, Gwen added, "you're an idiot savant. You screw like a genius and you're a complete idiot the rest of the time."

I found that pretty funny and enjoyed a good laugh.

The Princess stuck out her tongue at me and said, "Hold me."

I think she was asleep in two minutes.

The next day Barb escaped some carnage by coming home apparently while Gwen and I were at the YMCA and she was apparently forgiven by the end of the day when we next saw Barb.

Gwen was busy the remainder of the week with course planning and double-checking every detail of the wedding and reception.

I was engaged for a surprising amount of time with Dubai and the Texas company. I was at wit's end with Dubai and had to call Sheik Abdullah to ask him to get the politics out of the equation because some of his underlings were using the statistics curriculum issue to jockey for political position. The Sheik assured me he would break a few heads and let me get on with the question.

The weekend was calm. I guess it was the calm before the storm because Gwen's dad was arriving Monday 

Barb had been working part-time in Sociology for the past week and today, Monday, she started full-time so only Gwen and I made the trip to the Birmingham Airport.

We arrived in time for Gwen to sip a Coke and I had a cup of coffee and when we checked the schedule board we learned that Pop's flight was on the ground so we went to baggage claim and waited. We waited. We waited. Gwen called Pop's house to see if he had missed the flight. She got no answer.

When we were about to launch an all-points bulletin for him we heard over the loudspeaker, "Gwendolyn Davis: Report to the Southwest Airline Ticket Counter and claim your father."

Neither Gwen nor I said a word. She took me by my hand and we walked off to the Main Terminal and ticketing. We found Pops being virtually guarded by an old skycap who had probably seen it all during his day. Gwen rushed to her dad and I nodded to the skycap to join me which he did.

I asked the skycap, "Is there anything we need to know?"

The skycap was a bit edgy and he replied, "Yes, send that crazy old coot back where he came from."

"Give me a few details, please," I asked.

The older fellow said, "Look around. Everywhere you look you see black faces. Most of the employees in this airport are black. It's Birmingham, Alabama for God's sake. This old coot asked me what all the black people were doing here. I told him they were working."

He actually said to me, a black man, "I was told all blacks are on welfare."

The skycap continued, "I don't whether to hug the poor dumb sonofabitch or hit him!"

"Thanks for not hitting him," I said.

We were interrupted by Gwen who handed the skycap a twenty dollar bill and said, "Thank you very much. That can't have been easy for you."

The skycap expressed his appreciation and said to both of us, "That old coot had the nerve to ask me if there were any Communists lurking around because Commies like to recruit poor, uneducated people like blacks."

Gwen was pretty upset at this revelation and I said to the skycap, "Take me to your leader. I want him or her to know about the work you did today above and beyond the call of duty."

We went to his supervisor's office and I gave the old guy a glowing recommendation and the supervisor asked me my name and address in case the company wanted to confirm with me what I had said about their employee. 

I provided that information and the old skycap cocked his head and looked at me and asked, "Are you the Will David who played with all the brothers at Ole Miss back in the 70s?"

I laughed and said, "Yes."

He said, "Man, you had some moves even the brothers couldn't defend."

I added, "And they all had moves I couldn't defend."

That tickled him no end and with a handshake we parted company.

I returned to Gwen and her dad and I deduced that Gwen had given him hell once or twice about his behavior, because he was quiet and withdrawn.

Pops perked up once we were in the car and back on I-20 and he pulled out a sheet of paper and announced that he had some questions for me that he and his buddies at the Senior Center had devised.




At Long Last: Gwen Ch. 05



"OK, fire away," was my response.

"Number One: Why do all you academic people always defend the rights of women, gays, lesbians, and blacks?"

"OK, Pops, I'll answer that if you'll tell me why you want to deny those people their rights under the Constitution."

"What?"

I repeated my answer.

We heard no more from Pops until we reached home and Pops asked where Barb was. Gwen explained that Barb was working and he would see her this evening.

Pops then asked if we still had all our cats and Gwen said we did and she told him the cats were eager to see him. That cheered the old guy considerably.

That evening we sent Pops out with Barb and Derek to find Pops a suit that could be altered by Friday.

They returned rather quickly and Barb repeated that Belks had come through nicely and someone could pick up Pops new suit on Thursday.

The rest of the week when Gwen or I had to visit campus we'd take Gwen's Dad with us and turn him loose. He found the football stadium and the basketball arena and he thought the Student Union was the "neatest thing" he'd ever seen. We always let him loose with twenty dollars so he could buy a meal and go bowling and we learned that some of the undergraduates had adopted him at the bowling alley. He had the time of his life and even bought a sweatshirt and cap with the University's logs on them.

He loved the cats and they returned his affection in droves by sitting with him and sleeping with him.

Amazingly, he never insulted a soul or at least we heard no complaints about him.

The longer the week went on, the less cantankerous he became and Gwen and I talked about the advisability of moving him to an apartment near us because he was a different person once he got away from the seemingly poisoned atmosphere of his home and haunts.

He did fuss at Gwen and me about Barb keeping company with Derek. Derek was someone beyond Pops' range of experience. He found Derek quiet to a fault and he could not comprehend someone who could not discuss football or basketball or baseball with him. He also expressed considerable alarm over the fact that Derek might be parking his pickle in Barb. Gwen and I never even responded to his concerns about Barb and Derek's pickle.

Pops looked really great in his new suit, shirt and tie and he was a perfect gentleman at the Chapel at what Harry called a wedding rehearsal and I called a 'walk through' on Friday night.

By Thursday night Gwen asked her dad if he had considered moving to live near us. Pops said he had, but the whole atmosphere was too 'academic' for him and he indicated that he was more comfortable back home among his many friends. We didn't push it, but we told him that if he ever wanted to discuss re-locating with us, we were happy to discuss it with him.

On Thursday night we went to bed and Gwen was amazing. She told me it was her next to last night as a wanton woman and she was going to enjoy it. Boy did she ever. We screwed in so many positions I decided that she had been reading the Kama Sutra. We were unable to pull off the doggy style however. Gwen bent over the bed and presented me her tush, but I couldn't, with my knees, get low enough to enter her. Undaunted, we lay on our sides and I entered her from behind. I think she had three orgasms and slept the sleep of the dead that night.

Walt arrived on Friday and Gwen and I both enjoyed his company immensely and he and I managed to get in nine holes of golf. Walt could still putt like a professional.

We had a motel room for Walt and he departed for it after the rehearsal and a meal with Barb, Derek, Pops, Gwen and me.

I awoke the morning of the wedding and made some coffee and returned to bed where Gwen was still sleeping. After a few minutes Gwen stirred and said, "I smell coffee. Some Old Man must be in my bed."

I said, "Not just any old man, an old man who is going to get married today."

Gwen smiled and said, "Oh, that's right. That is today. I had forgotten."

"Of course you had," I responded.

"That coffee smells good, Old Man. Please make me a cup."

I got up and made Gwen a cup of coffee and brought it to her and she sipped and said, "Do you want to know the schedule for the day?"

"Schedule? What kind of schedule? We get in the car at 12:10 p.m. and drive to campus and park and go get married."

"That is not the schedule, Old Man."

"OK. Well, what is the schedule today?"

"You and Walt have to be out of here by 11:00 a.m. so I can get dressed and you can't see me at the church until I process down the aisle with my Dad."

"What kind of nonsense is this?" I asked.

"Tradition, Old Man. The groom never sees his bride in her wedding dress until the ceremony."

"That's silly. I've seen you get dressed for months. Half the time, I'm the one zipping your dress."

"Not today, Old Man. Tradition must be served."

"What is it Walt and I do between 11:00 a.m. and 12:30 p.m.?"

"You don't get dirt on yourselves. You don't get grease on yourselves. You don't spill coffee on yourselves. You don't go to the golf course. And, Walt has you tucked away in the little room beside the alter by 12:15 p.m. so that you can't see me and Barb and my Dad arrive. And, each of you make sure your fly is zipped."

"This is silly," I said.

"I know," Gwen said, "but I want you to be surprised when you see me."

I looked very quizzically at the Princess and she smiled and said, "Wait until 12:30 p.m."

I smiled and shrugged and said, "Whatever makes you happy."

We were interrupted by a pounding on our bedroom door and heard Gwen's dad yelling, "Are you two parking the pickle in there?"

I just shook my head and Gwen said, "Go in the kitchen, Dad, and I'll be right out and make you some breakfast."

"OK!" Gwen's dad yelled, "but no pickle parking."

"You know," I said, "I'd like to pickle him."

Gwen shot me an amused look and said, "You should have been raised by him. I was eight years old before I ever heard him say a word that wasn't a shout."

Gwen got up and threw on some clothes and cooked some breakfast for all of us. Barb and I joined Gwen and her Dad and it was apparent that Gwen's Dad was really keyed up for his big role today. Barb did a good job of keeping him from jumping out of his own skin.

Then Walt and Derek showed up and Gwen's dad explained his role in the proceedings to them. They never batted an eye and told Pops that, yes, they'd seen him at the rehearsal last evening. Pops' response was, "Oh, were you there?" They assured him that they were.

Gwen explained the schedule for the morning one more time for everyone. We all had another cup of coffee and Walt and Derek departed to get ready.

Barb was a little nervous as the morning wore, but Gwen was relaxed and cheerful.

Walt appeared a few minutes before 11:00 a.m. and I gave him Gwen's wedding ring and he pocketed it. I gave Gwen a big hug and kiss and Walt and I headed for Starbucks and an hour of conversation. We left Starbucks around Noon and headed for the chapel and were safely ensconced in the little room to the right of the chapel.

Harry showed up, bedecked in his clerical robes, and he looked very ministerial and he ran through his checklist of items with us and, convinced that we were ready, he departed to check on Gwen and Barb.

At 12:30 p.m. Harry stuck his head in the door to our room and told us to come into the chapel and take our place. I led and Walt followed and we positioned ourselves precisely as we had practiced the night before.

The recorded music began playing and Barb walked down the aisle dressed in Gwen's yellow dress and she looked simply spectacular. The folks in the pews expressed their pleasure with how Barb looked and with her poise with a number of smiles and I heard a few comments about how nice she looked. She took her position opposite us.

Then everything just went to hell. And, there is no denying the truth that I precipitated the whole thing.

The music for Gwen's entrance began to play just as Walt asked me a question. I turned to answer him and before I could answer him I heard a chorus of "Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhs" and "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhs" and even some applause. I turned to see what could have caused the reaction among the folks in the pews and it was Gwen.

She had started down the aisle with her arm hooked around her dad's arm and she was wearing the purple dress she had worn to the dinner at the national conference.

I have no idea what seized me, but I took one look at her and I was simply propelled down the center aisle towards her. Gwen was initially startled and she then broke into a huge grin and disengaged herself from her dad's arm and she came running to me and I heard her, above the commotion, say "UP!"

I certainly picked her up and she said, "I love you" and gave me a kiss that nearly melted the pane glass windows. The place simply erupted into laughter and applause.

She broke the kiss and laughingly said, "Go back and stand by Walt. I have to finish walking to you."

I nodded and deposited her gently on the floor and the laughter was deafening. Over the laughter, I heard, "Way to go, Will!" and "Youda man!" and I don't know how many other phrases.

As I turned, one sound stood out above all the pandemonium and that was Tariq Maloof laughing. He was laughing uncontrollably and when a six foot, seven inch, three hundred and fifty pound man laughs, the ground trembles.

I can't explain why I walked down the aisle, and Tariq can't explain why he found my behavior so funny, but he was doubled over laughing uncontrollably until he realized he couldn't catch his breath. He stood up with his eyes bulging while gesticulating wildly and next to him was five foot seven inch Doug Gottlieb pounding Tariq on the back trying to get him to breathe.

I looked to Gwen expecting to find her in tears, but she was laughing along with everyone else. In fact, I looked around the chapel and the only three people not out of control were Derek, Gwen's dad, and Harry who looked like the wrath of God.

When I looked back at Maloof, he had just achieved a modicum of composure and was catching his breath while Doug was still frantically beating on Tariq's back.

Maloof took a great gulp of air and bellowed at Doug, "Desist you illegitimate son of a fig merchant!"

That was nearly the end of the ceremony right there as the place erupted into laughter. People were alternately bent over laughing, some were seated, some were barely standing some were weaving around barely able to stand and it was just pandemonium.

I turned to Gwen to try to apologize and Gwen was laughing harder than anyone. When she had calmed herself sufficiently she said, "Oh, Old Man, this is just perfect. I knew, somehow, you'd mess it up and I was prepared for it. But, the way you messed it up by striding down the aisle to me thrilled me beyond words and it will be remembered and passed along for generations to come from the people here."

By the time Gwen had spoken to me, no one was standing. Exhausted, everyone had seated themselves with an occasional bark of laughter.

At this point a really angry Harry asserted himself. He began by saying "That's enough. I want quiet and I want to inform you that this not how a wedding ceremony is conducted. Now, this wedding is cancelled unless we have some decorum."

Everyone became serious and when it became absolutely silent, Harry said, "Everyone return to your starting place and we'll begin the wedding ceremony again and we'll do it right."

Everyone dutifully obeyed Harry and the ceremony went just as rehearsed and Gwen's dad delivered his line clearly without shouting. I even said, "I do" on cue and Walt produced the ring on cue and we concluded the ceremony with the newlywed kiss. Of course I picked up Gwen and carried her out of the Chapel and into the bright sunlight outside before putting her down on her own feet.

Once on her feet, Gwen beckoned to the photographer and asked if he had captured the shots she specified and he said, "Yes, the second time. The first time I was laughing so hard I couldn't keep the camera steady. Gwen was satisfied and said, "Join us at the house."

The reception was amazing. Everyone from the department came and everyone was at ease. I was pleased to see almost no alcohol consumed despite the fact that the caterer had provided a bar.

The first major highlight of the reception consisted of Harry's arrival. He got out of his car, walked into the back yard and confronted and me and said, "Professor, I want you to know that Gwen is correct. You are an idiot."

This elicited gales of laughter from everyone and an apology from me.

The second highlight consisted of my being asked to explain my behavior and I indicated that I really couldn't, but I suspected it had something to do with the dress Gwen had worn and the symbolic significance of it.

That prompted requests to tell the story of the dress and Gwen nodded 'OK' and asked me to tell the story. I declined saying I'd done more than enough that day, but Gwen could tell it if she wished.

Gwen told the real story starting at 11:00 a.m. on a Sunday at the national conference. She omitted the bedroom details, of course, but she did emphasize that we knew that we were destined for each other no later than twenty-four hours after we laid eyes on each other and she told how I'd spent a small fortune on her simply so we could attend the dinner together.

Dear old Madeline spoke up and asked, "Have you been apart since the national convention?"

Gwen answered Madeline's question and made Madeline feel very good by telling Madeline what she had said after the dinner at the national convention.

Barb interrupted and asked if she could say something and Gwen nodded her approval. Barb told of the many times she had worn her Mom's clothes and she recalled the time she had asked Gwen if she could wear the purple dress. Gwen's response, according to Barb, was, "You may not even touch that dress. That is the single most significant garment of my life."

Barb said, "I'm so happy to know now why you said that, Mom."

I swear; there wasn't a dry eye on the property after Barb related her story.

Someone asked if we would take a honeymoon trip and Gwen laughed and said, "Every day is a honeymoon around here, but yes we're going to Maui for a week next month."

The party went on until 6:00 p.m. when everyone left and we told Derek and Walt to be at the house by 7:30 a.m. the next morning for breakfast.

After we went into the house Gwen's Dad tearfully told Gwen that he was so honored to be invited to the wedding and to have the opportunity to interact with all the 'academic people.' He said, "I can't talk to them people, but I sure could listen to them and they are the nicest people I've ever met."

Gwen hugged her dad fiercely and he shed a tear or two and then said, "I'm going to tell my friends at home that they are all full of shit. I seen black people working. I met nice Jewish people and I even met 'Islams' and enjoyed them. My friends back home don't know nothing."

Gwen smiled and nodded and Barb said, "You tell 'em Grandpa."

So, we were married, and the next few weeks were a blur leading up the Hawaii trip. The Texas chemical company demanded that I sign a non-disclosure document saying I would be forever silent about their new fertilizer and I would not sign it and the company threatened me with all kinds of potential action and I simply said, "I'll see you in court as an expert witness for the plaintiff when you get sued for ruining an NFL or MLB stadium." They paid me off and fired me.

The other two consulting trips went well and I got both firms to express interest in interviewing Doug Gottlieb as my replacement.

The Dubai effort was difficult because it was a long distance affair, but we got the project done and the Sheik paid well and even threw in a bonus as a way of thanking me for helping him identify a couple of trouble makers in his Ministry.

Our honeymoon to Maui was simply spectacular and we did it up right. There is one story about the Maui trip I have to tell simply because it demonstrates Gwen's resourcefulness and pluck.

One afternoon we were at our hotel's pool simply lounging and reading and Gwen asked me to go back to the room for something she had forgotten. I departed and was gone only a few minutes and, upon my return, I could see, from the lobby, that Gwen was on her lounge chair and she was flanked by two muscle bound body builders and another one was standing in front of her.

What I did not know was that these three were troublemakers and were known to all the hotel employees in the hotels along Kaanapali Beach. I later learned that as I was seeing the three body builders for the first time, the hotel concierge was dialing the police to have the three thrown off the property.

As I crossed the pool area to Gwen, the body builder standing in front of Gwen lowered his swim trunks and was waving his cock around and asking Gwen if she's like some of what he was offering.

Gwen's response to him was, "It's too small to be a penis. What in the world is that?"

The guy was simply speechless until I tapped him on the shoulder from behind. He whirled and snarled, "What do you want, Grandpa?" 

I threw just one hard jab, with my knuckles leading, into his Adam's apple. The guy made the most fascinating sound that I cannot duplicate. I can only say it resembled something like, "Ghhhaawww." He grabbed his throat and staggered around and eventually fell over.

The fellow to Gwen's right and to my left yelled, "HEY!" and stood up and started for me and I jabbed him in both eyes with my index and middles fingers respectively. The sound he made I can duplicate. It was, "Owwwwwwwwwwwwww!" Temporarily blinded, he staggered around and toppled, screaming, into the pool.

The third body builder, to Gwen's left and my right, shot out of the lounge chair in which he'd been seated and he started to charge me. I had lost all the advantage of surprise by now and I knew I was in trouble. What I had not counted on, however, was Gwen sticking out her leg and tripping the guy as he charged me. He tripped and plunged headfirst into the concrete. If you've ever heard the sound made when a watermelon splits open you have an idea of what his forehead sounded like when it met the concrete. 

All three were down and I looked to Gwen who was rubbing her leg where she had tripped the guy, but she was grinning at me and saying, "This is fun. Do you come here often, Sailor?"

Two policemen appeared at this point and marveled at the carnage. They did, however, call for ambulances. The funniest line of the day had to be the policeman's who asked, "What in hell is that guy who is turning blue doing with his dick hanging out?"

The wonderful week in Hawaii did end, of course, and Will and Gwen did return to the reality of their lives, but the honeymoon for the old bachelor and his princess never really did end.

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At Long Last: Gwen



Out of the shower we dried off and I put on my shirt and trousers while Gwen donned her robe and we awaited our dinner. Once again, Gwen's lack of confidence emerged and she tenuously asked, "You'll stay the night with me, won't you?"

"Unless you throw me out, I will" was my response. Gwen smiled and walked to me to be held.  Our dinner arrived and we settled down on the bed¸ naked, to eat. Gwen wanted to know what tomorrow held for us. I explained that I had an executive committee meeting of the association to attend and some colleagues from around the country to see, an NIH luncheon engagement I had to keep and a dinner engagement I had to cancel so we could eat together if she was also free. That made her happy and she said there were a few sessions she wanted to attend, a friend from graduate school she wanted to see and she wanted to have dinner with me and she wanted me to screw her brains out. That brought a snort of laughter from me and then the phone rang.

As the conversation unfolded, I deduced that it was her son or daughter checking to see that Gwen was fine and to see if her presentation had gone well. Gwen was effusively happy and reported that things had gone well and she was looking forward to the remainder of the conference. Happy with his mom's responses, her son, as it turned out, said his goodnight and wished her well.

We resumed our conversation and the phone rang yet again. This time it was her daughter and the conversation followed the outline of the previous one. I was impressed that both kids cared enough to call and make sure their mom was well.

We finished dinner and stacked the dinner dishes outside the room. Gwen said that she had not had such an emotional day in her entire life. Her trepidation about the presentation coupled with the success of it, the fun of meeting me, the intensity of our love-making, and her general euphoria was just overwhelming.

My response was, "I think that was the nicest way I've ever heard someone say she was tired and wanted to sleep."

Gwen doubled over in laughter and snuggled up to me and pulled the covers over us. I asked if she minded if I caught up with the news of the day and she had no objection so I turned out most of the lights and turned on the television to CNN. I rejoined her in bed and she again snuggled up against me, but this time she told me that she wanted to keep Ivan warm and she dozed off holding my cock in her hand.

I watched my fill of the news and turned off the television and bedside light and kissed Gwen goodnight and fell into a deep sleep.

Sometime in the middle of the night I groggily came awake because something wasn't quite right. As I slowly made sense of what was happening everything came into focus. Gwen was sucking my cock. I simply laid back and enjoyed her efforts and when I was more, rather than less, awake I asked, "Who, may I ask, is violating my sexual organ?"

That elicited a peal of laughter from Gwen who then popped her head out of the covers and announced, "Anastasia wants Ivan." 

Given that I was groggy I was still able to process Gwen's statement pretty quickly and it took my breath away. Anastasia was Ivan the Terrible's first wife. I had jokingly picked Ivan as a name for my cock and Gwen had followed that by dubbing her pussy as Anastasia. Well, I'd have to explore the meaning of all that later. Right now I had an insistent woman tugging on my cock.

Gwen repeated herself, "Anastasia wants Ivan and she wants him pretty badly, too."

I asked, "Does that mean Anastasia is wet?"

"Anastasia is dripping" was Gwen's response.

"Then Anastasia should mount Ivan and ride him hard" and Gwen did just that. She grabbed my cock and swung her left leg over my body and lowered her magical pussy onto me. We both exhaled loudly and Gwen commenced thrusting herself up and down my cock.

Gwen murmured, "Oh Lord, Oh Lord, that is so good. Oooooh! Ooooooh! Ooooooh! Oh, Will, I am going to cum so hard!"

Despite Gwen murmurings and thrusts and despite the intense, and almost insane, pleasure of the moment, quite oddly, I got the biggest thrill out of hearing her use my first name for the first time in our knowledge of each other. Maybe she was seeing me as a person and not as a senior professor or mentor.

Then Gwen yelled something unintelligible and I felt her pussy clamp down on me followed by a gush of her cum that covered my balls and upper thighs. I grabbed her by the waist and lowered her to my chest and we kissed and kissed.

Gwen had not dismounted from my cock and she had regained enough feeling to know that I was still hard inside her. She said, "Oh, Will, you didn't cum."

"It's OK" I said. "I'll give you cum in the morning before I leave."

"Promise?" she asked.

"I promise. I'll give you enough that you'll have trouble keeping it inside you."

Gwen said, "Then I won't wear panties so it will be sure to run down my legs."

I hugged her and asked, "Have you always been such a vixen?"

She said, "No, never. It's just that you make me crazy."

"Can you sleep now?"

"Yes," Gwen answered, and then laughed at the sound made when she rolled off me and my cock popped out of her. 

We slept until morning when I awoke first and headed to the bathroom where I was glad to find a hotel provided toothbrush and toothpaste and I also washed Gwen's now dried fluids off my thighs and cock and balls.

That done, I phoned room service and ordered coffee and rolls to be delivered. I dressed and waited for room service and Gwen awakened when the knock at the door announced the coffee. I tipped the waiter and poured us each a cup of coffee. Gwen jumped out of bed and yelled "Potty" and "I'll be back."  She was back shortly and said, "Oh, you dear man, you ordered coffee."  She sipped coffee and then pointedly noted, "You're wearing clothes."

I looked quizzically at her and she said, "I remember something about a promise made sometime in the middle of the night."

My retort was, "Would you have approved of me greeting room service naked?"

"Oh! Well, the waiter is gone now."

Sighing, I got up and got undressed and asked rhetorically, "OK, now?"

Gwen got up and said, "Good morning, Ivan" and she knelt in front of me and engulfed my cock in her mouth.

Gwen had not forgotten how to suck a cock in her ten years of abstinence and I grew an impressive hard-on in short order. I placed my hand under her chin to stop her. She looked questioningly at me and I said, "The bed."

Gwen released my cock and ran to the bed and spread her legs. She put her hands on each side of her pussy lips and opened them to me. I knelt on the bed and lowered my mouth to her open pussy and gently tongued her pussy and clit. Gwen closed her eyes and hissed something that sounded like "Yessssssssssssss." 

I continued to tongue her until her tiny clit was visible and then I put my mouth around it and sucked steadily on it. Gwen was writhing and moaning and occasionally I could discern the word, "Yes" in her moaning. Then she started pounding the bed with her fists and stopped doing that long enough to bend forward and grab my head and pull it into her steaming pussy. I continued sucking her clit until she groaned from deep in her diaphragm and then stiffened and I felt the gush of her release and she fell back on the bed in a stupor. I positioned myself on the bed and held her until her trembling stopped.

Gwen lifted her head and stared into my eyes and said, "Please don't love me and leave me."

I thought for a moment and said, "I told you I wouldn't hurt you emotionally or physically so stop your worrying."

Gwen nodded her head and fell back on the bed. When her breathing was normal again she said, "You promised."

I laughed and said, "Insatiable wench."

Gwen smiled and said, "That's right" and she located my cock and stroked it.

I asked, "Now?"

Gwen's response was to spread her legs and this time she placed a pillow under herself. I climbed between her legs and held my cock as I rubbed it up and down her soaked pussy. Gwen smiled and said, "I love it."

I surprised her by quickly sliding my cock into her and commenced pumping into and out of her. Gwen wrapped her legs around me and humped back. I again went into a frenzy and simply slammed into her and then withdrew slowly only to slam into her again and again and again.  Gwen screamed and probably woke the dead let along anyone sleeping in the hotel. As gently as I could I put my hand over her mouth and said, "Easy, Beautiful."

She nodded her head to indicate she understood what she had done. A few minutes later her next words were, "Oh, Will." She went into extreme rigidity and her cum bathed me again. I then went into a fury of humping her until I couldn't hold on any longer and I shot rope after rope of cum into her.  I couldn't help it. I just collapsed on top of her and would have stayed there had Gwen not groaned, "Will, you're too heavy for me."  It really took some effort to rouse myself but I managed to roll off her small frame. I had the fleeting thought, "I'm getting too old for this."

Gwen rolled into me and we wrapped our arms around each other and we both dozed off. I don't know how much later it was, but Gwen awakened me with a slap on my backside. I opened my eyes and she said, "We have to get moving. You have an executive committee meeting in 45 minutes."

I staggered out of bed and announced, "I'm really going to be a ball of fire at that meeting. I'll be lucky if I don't hurt myself when I fall asleep."

Gwen laughed and said, "I'm half your size. Am I too much for the old man?"

I said, "I think so."

Gwen stuck out her tongue at me and said, "To the shower."

We marched into the shower and washed and dried each other and entered the bedroom to dress. I was thankful that I had put on a fresh suit and tie only 30 minutes before cancelling our dinner plans the previous evening.  I was presentable in short order and grabbed some more coffee and a roll and gulped it down. I looked at Gwen and she was beautifully attired. I complimented her and she curtsied and then pulled up her skirt to show me her bare pussy. I rolled my eyes and made no comment. We marched to the elevator with briefcases in hand. When the elevator came we entered and stepped to the back and faced forward. Gwen slid her hand over the front of my trousers and gripped my cock all the way down the elevator. She looked straight ahead, but she couldn't hide her grin. I whispered in her ear, "Remind me to wring your neck the next time we're alone."

We left the elevator on the ground floor and Gwen said, "Later, old man. I go this way and you go that way."

I went to the executive committee meeting and managed not to embarrass myself by falling asleep and 90 minutes later I was talking with a colleague from the West Coast about typical professional matters. I did remember to tell him that I thought I had a graduate student who would be finishing in the next year and I thought my colleague might be interested in recruiting him.

Seventy-five minutes later I met with another colleague from Canada who was desperate to recruit young faculty to his department and I gave him the names of some people with whom he should speak while at the conference.

Following that I headed for the door because I had a luncheon meeting a few doors from the hotel. As I passed the hotel's lunch room I spotted Derek, the graduate student who had initially reviewed Gwen's paper. He was in the lunch line waiting for a table to clear so he and some friends could seat themselves. He spotted me and beckoned me to join him. I detoured to meet him and he said, "Professor, I think you want to look over at that table where the four women are seated."

I looked in the direction Derek had pointed and saw Gwen with three of our women grad students. One of them was the young woman who had seen Gwen kiss me in the coffee shop.  Gwen was listening as the three women had to be discussing only one thing with her.

I looked at Derek and asked, "Is there anyone here who doesn't know I spent the night with the lady?"

Derek tried hard to suppress his smile, but he failed miserably. He did, very judiciously, say, "I couldn't say, Sir."

I smiled at Derek and said, "You're a prudent young man. Thank you for calling me over here."

I strode into the lunch room and up to the table where Gwen and the four young women were seated. One of the young women saw me approaching and involuntarily gasped which drew the attention of the others at the table to her. Given that she was staring at me, the others turned to see at what the young woman was staring. There were a lot of gasps when they saw me.

I said, "Good morning ladies. Are you discussing the relative merits of the logarithmic regression with my colleague here?"

They were all speechless. I looked long and hard at each of the graduate students and said, "Have a good day. While you're at it, discuss all the regression methods and their respective merits."

That said, I spun on my heel and walked out of the lunch room. I noticed that Derek was enjoying himself immensely at the expense of his graduate student colleagues.

As I approached the door to the street, still on my way to lunch, I heard "Will!"  I turned and Gwen was rushing after me. When she reached me she scolded me saying, "You scared those women half to death. They're shaking."

I shrugged and said, "I can't imagine why. I know of nothing inherently frightening about the topic of regression analysis."

Gwen was still scolding when she said, "You really are a Sphinx which is the nickname the graduate students gave you."

I said, "You know, better than anyone, that I'm not a Sphinx. But, when someone meddles in my personal life, I'm a thorough-going bastard.  Those women know nothing about me and they had no business seeking you out to talk about me. They are out-of-bounds."

Gwen looked thoughtful, but then added, "Will, they had only the nicest things to say about you."

"That" I said, "is immaterial. They have no reason to be meddling in my personal life."

Gwen pleaded, "Will, what can I say to them that will make them feel better."

I literally growled, "That's neither your problem nor mine."

Gwen looked stricken. I looked at my watch and said, "I'm nearly late for the luncheon meeting. Can you be in your room at 2:00 p.m.?  She said that she could and I said, "I'll be there and I'll answer your questions myself."

Gwen nodded affirmatively and departed. I went to the luncheon and enjoyed some good company and good food and calmed down considerably. A few minutes after 2:00 p.m. I knocked on Gwen's door and she let me in. I kissed her and led her to the bed and asked her to undress.  She looked both puzzled and worried, but she did as I asked. I also undressed. Naked, we laid down on the bed and I asked her to spread her legs for me. She did so and I inserted myself between her legs and ran my finger up and down her pussy slit. I looked at her and she was looking at me with big eyes.

I parted her pussy lips and licked her. Then I said, "In the next year I'll be spending a lot of time and money and effort coming to see you and bringing you to see me."

Then I licked her again. "You'll learn who I am."

And I licked her again. "And I'll know who you are."

Again I licked her and Gwen squirmed. "You won't need anyone to tell you who I am."

I sucked her clit and I heard Gwen inhale sharply. "You'll know what I think." 

I kissed her clit. Gwen gasped and her pussy moistened.

"You'll know why I think as I do." And, I licked up and down her pussy which was going from pink to a deep red.

"You'll learn why you want me to eat your pussy." And I flicked her clit with my tongue.

Her pussy lips were engorged and Gwen was squirming. I slid a finger into her pussy and said, "You'll know why you want me to screw this tight pussy of yours."

Before I could say or do anything else Gwen moaned, "Oh, Will! Now! Please!"

I mounted Gwen and she clung to me like a leech and we smiled at each other and again screwed ourselves senseless.