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Getting By

By: SW_MO_Hermit



Jerrod was and is an enigma. He was a gifted metalworker, a talented cabinet maker and finish carpenter. Additionally he had gone to college and become a brilliant engineer. His future could have been one of moneyed leisure had he applied himself. Instead now he lived almost in poverty. While in high school and just after he had taken almost every welding course he could find and had become certified to weld everything from basic steel to aluminum to stainless steel. He worked part time for many fabrication plants to make money to pay his college tuition. During the summer and many school holidays he also helped his father in his wood working shop. Jerrod took a degree in mechanical engineering from the University of Missouri. Jerrod worked in the mechanical engineering field for three years after obtaining his degree. Shortly after the end of his third year in his engineering job his life changed dramatically and according to his mother for the worst. This is his story. You decide if his life is a good one. You decide if he is just getting by.

Jerrod walked into his luxury condo late on the evening his life changed. His mood was one many people would describe as almost violently angry. He had been having trouble with his supervisor for almost a year. At one time he and his supervisor had been tight. Patricia was a beautiful woman and she knew it. She and Jerrod had started at the firm three weeks apart. For the first year their cubicles had been next to each other separated only by a narrow aisle. He remembered how they had felt about each other first when they were just coworkers then later when they became lovers.

When one or the other of them had a question they would talk back and forth, helping each other with a job. Several times they were assigned the same project. They worked well together but Jerrod did most of the actual work. He had that something extra, that spark that made the projects easy to him. Patricia was marginally competent at best but he loved her and wanted her to succeed. Looking back and being honest with himself Jerrod admitted she had not worked very hard at her job. She had what Jerrod called Beautiful Woman Syndrome. Patricia flirted and teased to get her work done. She enticed others to do things for her just to get her approval and thanks, just to get a smile or touch from her. Jerrod had fallen for her antics just as did almost every other man she ran across.

Patricia was a flirt. When she and Jerrod interacted she did as many beautiful women will. She smiled, touched him gently, "accidently" rubber her breasts on him. In short, she teased. Jerrod had seen her do this with many of the males at the office and it bothered him at first. After they became a couple he had complained about it and Patricia did tone it down somewhat but flirting was in her system. She was as unable to stop flirting entirely as the Mississippi river was unable to run north. 

Like many office romances their relationship began with work related conversation in their cubicles. Shortly after they became friendly they began taking business lunches with each other at first to discuss a project, then later because it was a habit they enjoyed. Rapidly they moved to an occasional trip to the local bar after work.

After almost five months Jerrod took the next step and asked Patricia for a date. She happily accepted. Within three months of the first official date they were a couple, exclusive. Jerrod began helping her more and more on her assigned projects. Many times he worked late into the night off the clock designing some of her assigned work. Of course Patricia was properly appreciative in the bedroom. Jerrod was in love.

Almost five months after Jerrod and Patricia became exclusive Patricia turned in a particularly difficult project not only well in advance of the due date but with two really innovative design features. Her Manager was very pleased and wrote a glowing commendation for her. He also authorized a $1500 cash bonus. Jerrod was slightly upset at this for three reasons. One, he had been the one who did most of the work on the project, off the clock as usual. Secondly the two innovative design features were his alone and Patricia had promised to so state when the project was turned in but she failed to do so. The third reason Jerrod was upset was perhaps the most hurtful one. After the project had been turned in Patricia began to spend more and more time with their Manager. She even began taking lunches with him and turning down Jerrod. She went to bars after work with the Manager too. If Jerrod went with them he was made to feel like an outsider. Patricia began to have excuses not to go out on dates with Jerrod. Sometimes when he went to her apartment she would be unexplainably absent or he would think he heard noise inside but she would not answer the door. 

Then came the day their Supervisor retired. There were only three people under consideration for the position—Jerrod, Patricia and one outside applicant. For three weeks all three were put through the mill. They were given numerous interviews and even a couple of tests to determine the best person for the job. On the tests Jerrod came out at the top of the queue.

Finally the announcement came down from on high. To Jerrod's surprise Patricia was promoted and became the Supervisor for the design section they worked in. Within a week Patricia completely stopped going out to lunch or after work with Jerrod. When he asked her what time he should pick her up for their regular date she informed him she couldn't date him any longer. She told him it wouldn't be right for her to date a subordinate. Over the next several months there were three occasions when Patricia took credit for design work Jerrod had done. Their immediate supervising Manager had not supported Jerrod the two times he had complained to him. Recently his Manager also began to antagonize him even more. Jerrod had seen Patricia and their married male manager out on the town several times late at night. He saw them dance together, sit closely and walk with their arms around each other. Jerrod finally admitted to himself they were together for reasons other than business. 

It was only about two months after Patricia dumped Jerrod when he met his next and current girlfriend Winona. He and his friends from work had been out bar hopping on a Friday night. They were in a bar way upscale from their usual haunts when he literally bumped into Winona. Jerrod was as handsome as Winona was beautiful. To top it off he had been in a business meeting all day and was dressed in his best suit. At first when they collided she had glared at him with anger. She made disparaging comments about clumsy assholes not watching where they were going. Jerrod's immediate reaction to that comment was a surge of anger. Neither of them had been watching where they had been going. He had seen her walking across the floor with her head turned toward one of her friends talking and waving her hands at the same time. Jerrod had been on the way to the rest room when someone he knew had called to him. He turned rapidly to see who it was and his course veered into Winona's where they collided. To Jerrod's immense relief his heartfelt apology and the purchase of a drink to replace the one he had caused her to spill morphed into them spending the rest of the evening together. They exchanged phone numbers before they went to their respective homes.

The next Monday Jerrod called Winona and talked her into a date. The first date led to another, then another. Jerrod was so smitten he took her to the expensive and upscale places that she normally frequented rather than the ones he preferred. As it turned out this gave her a false impression of who Jerrod really was. Based on this false impression they quickly became exclusive. 

Winona began spending more and more nights at Jerrod's home. Almost all her belongings quickly followed her there. She still maintained an apartment for proprieties sake she said but for all intents and purposes they were living together. Winona only spent a couple of nights a week at her apartment without Jerrod. For some reason he never noticed those nights always included a Friday. After all, many Fridays Winona and her high society girlfriends spent the evening at the country club or some social function or another. Jerrod hated those types of functions so was always willing to miss out on them and let her attend with her parents or friends while he stayed home alone.

Jerrod had received a token promotion shortly after Patricia was made Supervisor. He was made Lead Man for one of the two groups in his section. He was in charge of designing equipment and laying it out for one of the largest manufacturers in St. Louis. He had come up with a really innovative idea and incorporated it into his plans. When the customer accepted the plans and complimented his company on the work Patricia and their Manager had not given him the credit. They had, instead, once again stolen the idea as their own. Upper management had been told that the Manager came up with the idea and Patricia had drawn the tentative plans out for Jerrod to complete.

That afternoon Jerrod had discovered his employer had been paid a bonus for completing the last project early. They had received a bonus because of the changes Jerrod had drawn into the plans also. Upper management decided the bonus for the innovative changes should be shared by those responsible for generating it. Patricia and the Manager were to split the bonus instead of give it or a portion of it to him. When Jerrod had confronted the two they had told him upper management had decided they were the proper persons to receive the bonus because they had been instrumental in the design and getting the customer to accept the changes. 

Jerrod's meeting with the two thieves had been in the building parking lot. After a short discussion Patricia had gotten a disgusted look on her face and said, "Look Jerrod we know you drew the majority of the plans but it was OUR idea you used. Now just let it drop. We wouldn't want anything adverse to come of this would we?" After she had glared at Jerrod for a moment she and the Manager had just walked away got into their cars and left. Jerrod had almost stormed back into the building to confront his Manager's boss right then but thought better of it. He decided to wait until the next day when he was calmer, more in control before he complained to someone higher in the company. Besides, he had a date with Winona that evening and he couldn't afford to be late for it. She had turned into a stone cold bitch lately and he was trying to placate her and go to more of her functions with her.

Shortly after he walked into his home Jerrod had another hit to his happiness and well being. He was trying to relax and unwind from his day with a triple shot of his favorite single malt—The Glenlivet—when his cell phone rang. He would have ignored it except it was his mother's ringtone. His parent's rarely phoned him although his mother called more than his father. She tried to keep in touch and usually gave him a hard time if he didn't answer the phone when she called. His parents were of the older generation and to them phones were not the social tool many younger people thought them to be. If his parents used the phone it was because it was extremely important more often than not.

"Hello Mom," Jerrod answered. "How are you this evening?"

Jerrod heard his mother sniffling. Her voice broke up and she squeaked out his name. "Jerrod, your Father is dead. He was working on some machinery for one of the local farmer's this afternoon and there was an explosion. He was hit with a piece of metal..." Kelly, his mother, broke down crying once more.

"Are you doing ok Mom," Jerrod asked. "Never mind, of course you aren't. I'll be there as soon as I can." Jerrod rose from his slouch on the couch and rushed to his bedroom. He packed as he and his mother continued to talk. By the time he was packed and walking out the door he had calmed her down enough to hang up. Jerrod rushed out of his building and got into his "Cowboy Cadillac", a nearly new F250 SuperCrew 4X4. He was almost forty miles west of St. Louis roaring down I 44 enjoying the chuckle of his Powerstroke Diesel when his phone rang once more. This ring tone was one more he couldn't safely ignore. It was his girlfriend Winona.

When he heard the phone Jerrod grimaced in disgust. Crap. He had forgotten he had promised to take Winona out after he received his mother's phone call. He had promised to take her to some damn society banquet and dance at her parent's country club this evening. She had been looking forward to the soirée and had talked about nothing else for weeks. It was almost 15 minutes past the time he was supposed to be at her apartment and he knew she would be very angry. They had been arguing lately about his 'attitude' toward her and what was important in their lives. He knew even considering the circumstances that he was probably in for it now. His mind quickly flitted over their last argument three weeks ago.

He felt his anger surge when he remembered the argument. Their relationship was still strained because of it and now he was going to miss her big banquet. Jerrod was honest enough to admit their last argument was probably more his fault than hers but he had been fed up. Winona was high maintenance, no question about that. When she was happy she was pure pleasure to be with. She was beautiful, sexy, and cuddly beyond compare. When she was in a good mood and they made love she would almost purr like a kitten while he was stroking her. Unfortunately when they were in bed it was all about her. She resented the fact he expected some satisfaction also. Winona thought he was there to pleasure her and if he had some fun too it was ok. Like most women, Winona loved to have her pussy eaten. Like many women she hated to suck dick. In fact, she absolutely refused to suck dick. Truthfully getting his cock sucked wasn't really high on Jerrod's list of pleasant sexual acts but he did enjoy it from time to time as part of the foreplay. 

One evening when Jerrod came home upset with Patricia and his treatment at work he wasn't as willing to please Winona as he normally was. He wasn't as pliable as she demanded he be and didn't cater to her needs willingly enough. He wanted, no he needed to be loved that night and Winona was the same old Winona. She wanted him to please her. Winona once again refused to suck him and to engage in foreplay that was pleasurable to him. This upset Jerrod enough he stopped eating Winona out. No matter how hard she pushed his head toward her crotch Jerrod resisted. He didn't take her at first gentle hints to resume his feast. Her requests became more and more heated. Finally she had not asked him to eat her; she had ORDERED him to eat her. When he refused she told him if he didn't lick her pussy there would be no pussy for him. Jerrod said, "No problem Honey. I'll eat your little pussy as soon as you finish blowing me."

"NO! You KNOW I don't do blow jobs. How can you even ask me to do something as disgusting and demeaning as sucking your penis? That's too gross. I don't want that thing near my face and you know it. I hate sucking on a man. Now get down there and eat me Honey. I know you like it and I need it desperately. I need it soooo bad tonight."

About a week before that night Jerrod had an insight about Winona. He began thinking much of their relationship was about power for her. Everything revolved around her. If he bowed and scraped for her she rewarded him with sex. The more he did for her, the more money he spent on her the more sex she gave him. He was allowed sex but only the sex that pleased Winona. It was obvious his pleasure was NOT her priority. That night Jerrod had been angry enough he found enough backbone to refuse her demands for cunnilingus. He played with Winona's pussy. He kissed her and nibbled on her nipples. When he got her wet enough he started to move over her and screw her. She looked up at him and pushed him away. "Not until you lick it," she said.

Jerrod looked down at her and said, "Not gonna happen sweet pea. Not until you return the favor."

Winona pushed him away and rose from the bed. She dressed and stomped out of the bedroom. She was cursing and complaining constantly from the time he again refused to eat her until she was out of his hearing. The last thing Jerrod heard was his front door slamming behind his girlfriend. He did not see her for three days after that argument.

By the time he finished reminiscing his phone stopped ringing. He thought about calling her back but the idea became moot. His phone rang again a few seconds later. With a sigh and a slight amount of fear Jerrod hit the control on the steering wheel and answered his phone. "Hello Honey."

Before he could say more Winona snarled, "Where the hell are you Jerrod? You're late. We should have left here almost 15 minutes ago. You know it takes almost 30 minutes to get to the club. We're missing supper. Can't you even get something this simple right?"

"Look, I'm sorry Honey. I just forgot to call you about"

Winona broke in on his sentence and screamed, "YOU FORGOT? Damn you Jerrod how could you? I suppose you're out swilling booze with those drunkard friends again aren't you?"

"NO! Look Winona I am sorry. I had just barely got home from work this evening when my mother called. She was a wreck and I just forgot to call you. My Father got killed today and I am on my way home to take care of Mom. I won't be back in town until after his services. Should I come back for you or do you want to drive down alone for them?"

"What? Jerrod you knew we had this planned for weeks. There's nothing you can do at home tonight. You could have honored your obligation to me and gone home tomorrow. Can you get back in time to take me to the dance at least? I have to put in an appearance. What will everyone think if I don't even show?"

"Dammit Winona you know I can't drop everything and take you to a damn dance. I have to get home to my family. My father DIED for Christ's Sake! Look, if you're too BUSY to come down for the funeral I'll see you when I bet back ok? I'll call you in a day or two and let you know when the services are in case you can tear yourself away and make it."

"Don't bother asshole. I can't keep putting my life on hold just to satisfy you. I'll just go out to the club myself. You know, I've almost had it with you and your thoughtlessness. I think we need to give our relationship some serious thought. You're never there for me. It's always what you want that's important to you. You work when we have obligations we need to honor. Now you shirk your responsibility to me and renege on a promise you made me weeks ago to run home because your MOTHER wants you to. Every time something comes up that is IMPORTANT to you I have to take a back seat. I'm sick of it. Mother was right. I really don't think you're right for me. I deserve a lot more than you've been giving me lately."

Winona hung up. Jerrod felt his stomach roiling as he first listened to then digested Winona's diatribe. He shook his head at her insensitivity. He grinned a little when he remembered what his father had said the one time his parent's had met Winona. "She's a little flighty and high maintenance aint she boy? Are ya sure ya wanta be runnin' 'round with someone like her? If she's what you want fine and good but you need a woman with substance like your momma. You need someone who will have your back all the time and who will always be there for you son. I just don't think that one is it. From what I've seen this week it's always going to be all about her; her wants, her needs, her plans and friends. A man can't live his life like that boy. When ya get married her friends and wants and needs should become yours as yours should become hers. I don't see that happening with her son. You don't strike me as one of the country club crowd son and she is all about the country club and social scene."


Getting By Ch. 02



Chapter 2

Winona's Family

Peter sat in the country club dining room listening to his wife Cynthia and his daughter Winona complain. They were complaining about Winona's fiancée. Cynthia had never liked or approved of Jerrod and took every opportunity to vent her dislike of him. Over the years the sweet, caring, kind and thoughtful woman he had married had morphed into an obnoxious shrew. She was very conscious of her perceived position and superiority. Peter was honest enough to admit Cynthia had been slightly stuck up in high school like many beautiful girls were. Of course to make it worse she had been a cheer leader and had the attitude to go with it. Still, all in all he felt she had been sweet, kind and caring. She just seemed to get worse as his income and position at the bank grew. Now she took every opportunity to lord it over her perceived inferiors and constantly strived to marry Winona off to one of the sons of those who she believed to be of the upper crust or who had money—preferably both. Their friends had to be professionals or well to do. She snubbed the people they had grown up with now when she consented to return to their home town. After all, she was better than them in her mind. In addition to that she had gone from being 'low maintenance' to ultra high maintenance now.

Cynthia disapproved of Jerrod, their daughter's fiancée for several reasons as far as Peter could determine. She did not like the fact he came from what she now considered an unsuitable background. His father was only a high school graduate and operated a small cabinet making shop. He also worked part time as a welder. For some reason Cynthia also disapproved of Jerrod's career as a Mechanical Engineer. Jerrod worked in one of the auto assembly plants as an engineer but in Cynthia's mind he had a blue collar job and was not fitted either by position or background to be Winona's husband. Several times in the past when a friend asked her what Jerrod did for a living Cynthia would sneeringly say, "Oh, he works at the assembly plant building cars," thus giving the impression he worked on the assembly line instead of working ON the assembly line.

Over the years as Peter had risen through the ranks in the banking industry Cynthia had forgotten they both came from working class families. Several years ago she had cut down on their visits to their families. Although she had not specifically given a valid reason Pete thought that was because they were no longer suitable in her eyes. Peter felt as if Cynthia was ashamed of their families, as if she thought they or she at least was better than them and it was beneath her to associate with them.

Winona and Jerrod had been supposed to meet Peter and Cynthia at a large "do" at the country club this evening. When Winona stomped into the club without Jerrod she angrily told them Jerrod was not coming. She said before he could leave home and pick her up Jerrod received a phone call from his mother informing him his father had been killed in an accident. Understandably Jerrod rushed off to be with his mother. Unfortunately Winona and Cynthia disagreed with Jerrod's actions. Also unfortunately and to Pete's disgust their disagreement was rather vocal and was quite loud.

After a few more disrespectful comments about Jerrod Winona looked up and smiled. One of her old boyfriends was approaching the table with a large smarmy smile on his face. He looked first at Pete then Cynthia and said, "Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Youngblood. How are you this beautiful evening?"

He then turned his attention to Winona and gave her a quick hug. He smiled and wrapped his arm around her then asked, "I saw you here all alone with your parents and wondered if you would do me the honor of dancing with me?"

Winona smiled widely and glanced at her mother. Cynthia smiled and gave her head a slight nod. Winona turned back to the shallow sounding young man and said, "It would be my pleasure." She allowed him to lead her onto the dance floor.

Pete watched as Winona and the young man moved quickly and flawlessly into the dance. She acted as if she had no care in the world other than having a good time. She was smiling and laughing while she flirted with the young never do well. To his disgust an older man followed the young one to their table. While Pete watched Winona that man had led Cynthia onto the dance floor. Pete seethed inside while he watched Cindy smile and lean against the man as they moved with the music. He was one of the more notorious womanizers of the club and disgusted Pete badly. 

As the evening progressed Pete became more and more upset at his daughter and wife. Neither of the women was being very conscious of propriety as they danced. Winona was allowing her partner to take liberties that made Peter's blood boil with anger and disgust. He had already discussed her behavior with her once this evening and as far as he could tell she had only become more blatant in her actions.

Cynthia had become angry with Peter when he chastised Winona. He supposed she had elected to show her displeasure by allowing Saul to dance with her. She knew Pete disliked him so she was using him to get back at Pete. When the dance ended instead of coming back to the table she allowed another of the players to dance with her. Over the course of the next thirty minutes or so Cynthia allowed the three or four worst womanizers in the club to keep her on the dance floor.

Peter finally had enough. He moved onto the dance floor and cut in. Cindy at first refused to let Pete take her from her current partner. When he began catching attention from other dancers she reluctantly moved into his arms. Before the dance ended however she left his embrace and went to the ladies room leaving Pete standing on the floor looking silly.

Pete angrily returned to their table and picked up his drink. He killed it and ordered another. He threw it back and requested another. By then Cynthia had returned from the ladies room. The asshole he had cut in on smiled when he saw her come from the ladies room and met her at the end of the hallway. They talked a moment and he led her onto the dance floor once again. Pete watched in anger then took another drink. He was rapidly becoming drunk while he sat and watched his "ladies" on the dance floor. He was also thinking once again about the conversation they had before they had left him at the table and took to the dance floor with other men. 

Peter leaned back in his chair and played the conversation over in his mind once more. He and Cynthia had looked up when their daughter approached the table alone. Winona's and Jerrod's meal had already been delivered to the table. Winona had looked down at the now cold meal and glared. Her mother looked up at her with a smile that soon changed to a worried look and said, "I'm sorry about the cold food Honey. I was so sure you would be on time I told the waiter to leave it for you when he served us. Where's Jerrod dear? Why were you kids so late?"

"Jerrod's not coming mother. He would rather go home to see his mother than be here with me."

"OH, you poor dear. What excuse did he use this time? Honestly, that boy will never learn will he? You could do so much better than him dear."

Peter remembered his shock at the vitriol when Winona explained about Jerrod's father's death. It had seemed as if she believed Jerrod had arranged the death to derail Winona's plans for the evening. Winona had immediately launched into a long complaint about Jerrod's insensitivity to her and her needs. He said, "Now Honey calm down. He couldn't help this and you know it. His father died for God's sake. Why are you here? Why aren't you going home with him Winona?"

Winona had looked at her father in shock. She took a deep breath and said, "Yes he could help this Daddy. There's nothing he can do at home tonight. Hell he won't even get there until almost midnight. He could have brought me here to the dance tonight like he promised and then gone home tomorrow. We had this planned for weeks and you know it. As for being there with him I couldn't have even if I had been willing to go. He didn't even call me to tell me he was going home instead of coming here with me like he was supposed to do. When I called him to find out where he was and why he was so late he said he had been so worried about his mother he had even forgotten our date tonight. Besides, going to that hick town he calls home is absolutely the last thing I have any intention of doing. I wouldn't have gone even if he had remembered to call me and ask."

Pete had stared at Winona in disgust. He wondered how his sweet loving daughter had managed to grow up into such an uncaring selfish bitch. He began to tell her she was overacting when his wife placed her hand on Winona's forearm and said, "We understand Honey. I've always thought he was a thoughtless man. You can do so much better than Jerrod. There was no reason for him to not bring you out here tonight. Now, let's call the waiter and see if they can get you a warm plate. The night's still young. Maybe one of your old friends will be here and you can at least enjoy part of the evening."

That conversation had occurred just before Winona and Cynthia had been swept onto the dance floor by the two men. That conversation and Cynthia's subsequent actions was also why Peter sat at his table pondering his marriage and watching his wife dance with her four assholes. He knew he had a few too many drinks as he watched his daughter and wife dance with all the shallow womanizers and posers that frequented these galas. In his opinion Winona was allowing way too much familiarity from all of the young men she danced with. He would have been slightly upset had he seen Jerrod doing some of the things to Winona that he saw other men do that evening and he had been expecting Jerrod to be his son. 

Finally Winona and Cynthia returned to the table for a short time. The silence was thick enough to cut with a knife as the saying goes. Winona quickly left to dance once more. As the evening progressed Peter had became even more upset at his wife's attitude. After the second or third time Winona returned to the table Peter had once more tried to reason with her about her attitude toward what Jerrod had done this night. He also pointed out it was inappropriate for an engaged woman to act as she was on the dance floor. All he had done was make both women angrier. His attempts to make Winona understand Jerrod's actions had angered his wife. They sat and watched Winona dance twice more. She was laughing and flirting as if she had no cares in the world. Men were almost fighting for a chance to get her out on the dance floor. Peter had been glaring at his only daughter when Cynthia leaned across the table and hissed at him, "Are you just going to sit there all night drinking or are we going to dance Peter? I came here to dance and socialize. All you have done is sit here and drink and make derogatory remarks to Winona and me about our friends and lives. You seem intent on embarrassing me this evening. You won't let me dance with our friends so at least you could dance with me to show we are socializing here."

Peter felt another surge of anger when he looked at Cynthia after that statement. Her eyes were flashing and her lips were pressed together in anger. He began to see where Winona had gotten her attitude. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed this in his wife before. When they had married they had been from working class families. He had gone to college then graduate school and worked his way up in the banking industry. Now that he thought about it Cynthia had always demanded more social mixing than he wanted or than was required by his position in the bank. She had always idolized those who had more money than they did or who came from prominent families. Peter had gotten in the habit of routinely acquiescing to her demands to attend banquets and social events in order to keep harmony in the household. Of course he did admit it was important for him to socialize some because of his position. He now realized at some time Cynthia had forgotten her roots and it saddened him. Worse to him was what she had turned their daughter into—a selfish self centered little society bitch.

After that thought came to him he unwillingly rose and held his hand out to his wife. He gave her a smile that looked more like a grimace and asked her to dance in an attempt to placate her. She primly took it and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor. Cynthia smiled and nodded to a few people in an almost regal manner as they walked past them on the way to the dance floor. Cynthia was stiff, still angry through the first dance. Midway through the second one she began to relax. Peter saw her staring across his shoulder and turned to see what she was staring at. Winona was plastered against one of her old boyfriends, her head on his chest while one of his hands rubbed the cheek of her ass and the other was resting on the outside of her breast.

Peter had muttered, "That girl."

"What?" Cynthia saw where he was looking and giggled. She then smiled up at Peter and continued, "Oh, yes. Isn't that sweet? It didn't take her long to find someone more suited did it? I'm glad. He's so much better for her than Jerrod was. I hope they start dating again."

Peter said, "Cynthia how can you say that? Jerrod treated Winona like royalty and if I remember correctly that young man treated her like crap. Jerrod is an Engineer for Christ's sake and that boy barely made it through college. He only has a BS in General Studies. How much more useless a degree can you get? You need to talk some sense into that girl if it isn't too late already. If you don't I will."

Cynthia stiffened in anger once again and hissed, "You'll do no such thing Peter. I know what's best for Winona and it sure isn't Mr. High and Mighty Jerrod. He's always running off for one reason or another and leaving Winona hanging. Tonight is just another instance of his high handed attitude. I'm going to do everything I can to see she keeps her backbone this time. That young man comes from a good family, a moneyed family and Jerrod's father is a damn carpenter for God's sake! Winona can do much better than a blue collar worker's son that builds cars. I don't care if he is an engineer Jerrod will never be worth the sweat off William's brow."

Peter said, "Bullshit. Have you forgotten what OUR parents did for a living? Like I said, if you don't talk to her I will. I've had it with that girl."

Cynthia stiffened and pulled away from Peter when he said that. She glared at him and said, "You'll do no such thing Peter. If you so much as say one more word in support of Jerrod or against William you will be very sorry. And no, I haven't forgotten what our parents had to do to survive. We're above that now though and I won't see Winona lower herself to those levels if I can help it." She glared at Peter then stomped off toward the restrooms leaving him standing on the dance floor once again. 

After Cynthia had gone down the hallway out of sight Peter walked angrily back to his chair. He finished two more drinks before Cynthia came back into sight. She looked around the room until she saw Winona and smiled. Winona was sitting at a table with her old boyfriend. Cynthia walked over to her daughter. She took a seat at the table with them and talked a few minutes. Cynthia gave Winona a gentle kiss on the cheek, stood and started toward the table she and Peter were using. Partway across the floor she was stopped by one of the other members and whisked onto the dance floor once more. For the next 30 minutes Cynthia danced with first one man and then another never returning to her husband's table. Peter continued to drink and glare at his wife and daughter.

Finally Cynthia returned to their table. Peter stared up at her from his now bleary eyes when she approached. She scowled at Peter and said, "You're drunk! Honestly, I don't know why I married you sometimes. How could you? You embarrass your daughter taking sides against her in favor of Jerrod and then you embarrass me by getting drunk here in public."

Peter looked up at Cynthia through his bleary eyes and slurred out, "Well Fuck You. You're just like her aren't you? Or should I say she's just like you? I can't believe I've been married to you almost 25 years and I'm just now realizing how heartless and self centered you are. Cynthia you've turned into a snob! I liked you much better when you were just plain Cindy! And another thing, I am Pete. That's what I was called all my life until you got uppity and decided I needed to use my full name. I don't like it. I don't like it at all. I don't like what you've become either."

Peter stood and swayed back and forth. He looked at Cynthia and said, "I'm going home. If you're going with me come on." Cynthia stood and watched him stagger across the floor. She was shocked. She wondered what in the world had happened this evening. Jerrod wasn't even in the room and he had caused trouble. She really hated that man. Now he had even caused problems between her and Peter. It would take her weeks to get him back under her thumb again if she wasn't careful. Her friends at the club were right. She did deserve better than this.

Cynthia scurried off after Peter seething inside. She caught up with him at the Valet Parking area. When he saw her approaching the Valet heaved a sigh of relief. He had decided Peter was too drunk to drive and was going to refuse to let him have his keys. He smiled at Cynthia and handed the car keys to her. "Looks like you had better drive Ma'am. Here are your keys."

Cynthia grabbed the keys from the Valet and stomped toward the driver's door. She flushed in embarrassment as the attendant helped Peter into the passenger seat. After the doors were closed she hissed, "You've done it again. How could you embarrass me in front of the help? This has been an evening from hell."

The next day Peter woke to sunlight streaming into the bedroom and hitting him in the eyes. His head was throbbing. His mouth was full of cotton and his stomach lurched. He almost threw up when he rolled to the side of the bed and sat cradling his head in his hands, elbows on his knees. Finally with an extreme effort he rose and stumbled into the bathroom. He took a badly needed piss then turned to the shower. He had no idea how long he showered. He only knew the cool almost cold shower seemed to help his throbbing head. Of course it could just be that the three aspirin he had taken were finally taking hold.

Peter pulled his robe on and walked listlessly downstairs. He didn't see or hear either Cynthia or Winona so he wandered through the house to the kitchen looking for them. He did not find either Cynthia or Winona. He did not hear any sound. When he got to the kitchen he found about a half inch of cold coffee in the coffee maker. When he looked in the garage neither Cynthia's Mercedes nor Winona's BMW were there. Peter looked around the house in the locations they normally left notes to each other once more and found none. He had no idea where either of his women was. Pete looked at the clock and groaned. It was almost noon. He had badly missed his T time for his every Saturday morning golf game. He felt slightly bad about letting the gang down but what the hell. They could have called if they wanted to and as far as he knew they hadn't.

Peter made a new pot of coffee and poured a cup. He slowly walked into his home office. He sat in his desk chair and leaned back. Pete put his feet on the desk and rested his cup of coffee on his stomach as he once again thought about the previous evening. He also thought about the disrespect and disdain Cynthia had shown him over the last two or three years. 

Pete began to wonder where he had gone wrong and what had happened to his family. He was finishing his fourth cup of coffee when he heard the garage door open. He walked into the kitchen to see which of the women had come home. It was Cynthia. She gasped when she saw him standing in the kitchen.




Getting By Ch. 02



Cynthia stopped in the doorway and Peter watched as a flush rose up her neck. Her eyes glinted and her face worked itself into a scowl of anger. Before Peter could fully grasp what he saw she went on the offensive. She said, "My God! It's almost one p.m. and you're not even dressed. Why are you even home? Did you miss your golf game today? You know how hard I had to work to get you set up to play golf with your group on Saturday mornings. Did you even think about your obligation to them before you decided to lounge around the house in your drunken stupor? I don't know what I'm going to do with you."

As soon as she stopped talking Cynthia stomped past Peter and headed upstairs almost at a run. She was out of sight before he fully took in her dress. She was in a short skirt and almost translucent blouse. It had been obvious she had no bra on and the blouse was not fully buttoned. Peter thought he had seen red marks on the part of her breast he saw when she had rushed past him. He sat down at the kitchen table for a moment while he thought about what he had seen. He still felt like crap and his head was fuzzy so it took him a while to comprehend what he had seen and what Cynthia had said.

With a sinking feeling in his stomach Peter stood and took off up the stairs following Cynthia. When he arrived at their bedroom he found her already in the bathroom and the door closed. That alone was strange because they normally didn't close the door when one of them was in the bathroom. He frowned when he realized there had been several times over the last few months when Cynthia had closed the bathroom door while she was inside.

Peter tried to open the door only to find it locked. That really didn't make any sense and it angered him as well. He jiggled the door. Cynthia snarled, "Get away from here asshole. After the way you acted last night it'll be a long time before you get in the shower with me again. I've never been so embarrassed in my life."

"Cynthia what the hell's going on here? What's the matter with you lately?"

"Nothing's the matter with me Peter. You're the one with a problem here. You ignore your social obligations, you treat me like shit, you take Jerrod's side against your own daughter then you think you can come in here and maul me? Not likely buster. Now just get your ass out of here while I clean up and dress. Don't forget to set up the bar. Remember we have guests coming this evening."

"Where have you been Cynthia? Why didn't you or Winona leave a note at least?"

"I don't have to answer to you for every second of my time Peter but if you must know some of our friends from the club and I helped Winona move the things she had left at Jerrod's apartment back to her apartment. We did that while you were sleeping off your drunk too I might add. Afterward we had a nice meal at the club then I came home." Cynthia giggled then said, "And you should see the text message Winona is going to send the little asshole breaking up with him. It is precious. I wish I could be there to see his face when he gets it."

Pete slowly walked from the room and returned to his office. He once again sat in his desk chair. He swiveled it around to face his credenza and picked up his bottle of 18 year old Glenlivet. He poured a tumbler full then swiveled back to once again put his feet on his desk and lean back. He was contemplating this new development when Cynthia came storming into his office. 

Cynthia stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips. Her face was red with her anger. She screeched, "Damn you Peter what's gotten into you? I tell you to get things ready for our guests and I find you in here swilling booze again? I suppose you're going to get drunk and embarrass me again this evening aren't you?"

Pete sat glaring at Cynthia for a moment then said, "No I'm not going to get drunk again and if you get embarrassed this evening I believe it will be your fault just as it was last night. Besides we have over two hours before I have to dress to meet your guests." Pete looked at Cynthia a moment then continued, "Besides, I thought this was to be a catered garden party so why would I need to set up my bar. Also if we're going to be outside all evening in this heat why are you wearing those clothes. That blouse is heavier by far than the one you wore this morning and looks hot as hell."

Cynthia flushed once more and hissed, "What I wear or don't wear isn't the issue here Peter. I think I look good in this outfit and I want to impress OUR guests. Besides, you have no right to dictate what I choose to wear." She turned and stomped from the room. Pete did not see Cynthia again until he moved from the office to get dressed for her party. She was in the living room talking on the phone. He stood in the door for a moment and she glared at him before turning her back and continuing her conversation in a quieter voice.

Pete did not know who had been invited to the party and didn't really care too much. That is he didn't care until he saw who was attending. Saul and two of the other worse womanizers from the club were there. In his opinion they were paying way too much attention to Cynthia again also. Winona was there with her old boyfriend who he was sure had become her new boyfriend once more. There were a few others from the club and, thankfully even a couple of people he could call his friends too.

Along about 8 p.m. Pete headed into the house to go to the bathroom. When he came back outside he heard Cynthia talking to one of her closest friends. She said, "Honestly I don't know why I put up with his crap any longer. Saul is a much nicer man and dances divinely. He is more cultured and comes from a much better family than Peter does." Cynthia laughed and continued, "I did manage to have a private conversation with him for a few minutes when we had lunch at the club after we helped Winona move her things out of Jerrod's condo. He is such a great conversationalist and he seems to know everyone that is anyone in the City. I wish Peter was more like him. He is more refined than Peter could ever hope to be though. Saul realized the importance of coming from a good family and belonging to the right organizations. He has even offered to speak for Winona with some friends of his to see if she can get a better job. I have had to fight Peter tooth and nail to get him to join the right clubs and organizations then go to their meetings. Saul even knows what a disappointment it is for me having a son that ran off to the Navy after high school. God, I'm so embarrassed. He's nothing but a common enlisted man!"

Patty smiled and said, "I understand Cynthia. It looks like that old saying holds true in your case—like father, like son. You're going through much the same things I had to when I had to dump my first husband several years ago. Our position requires us to be active in many organizations and socialize with our peers. My first husband was just like your Peter. He just did not understand and refused to meet his obligations." Patty looked around the yard and then continued, "Well, I need to get back to my ole ball and chain now. He's looking upset again and seems to be looking for me. Honestly, just because I made one little mistake he thinks I'm off in a corner hiding with some man every time he misses me at one of these parties now. Maybe you can find some time to talk to Saul and us again before the evening is over. I'll see you again before we leave."

Pete stood and listened to Cynthia and Patty in shock. He wasn't really sure what he had heard but if it was what he thought it was his marriage was in very serious trouble. He knew for a fact that Cynthia wasn't happy with him any longer. Somewhere along the line she had lost all respect for him. He had known for some time she was ashamed of their son Randy for being an enlisted man in the Navy. Now it almost sounded as if she was having an affair with Saul. Pete decided he needed to get more information as soon as he could. In the meantime he turned to his office to begin damage control. He moved investments, changed passwords and otherwise made his finances as secure as he could from a wife he no longer trusted. Once again he was glad internet banking was now possible.

Things were cool around the house for Pete during the next week. Cynthia took every opportunity to snipe at Pete to remind him she was upset. Pete found himself doing and saying things he knew would bother her just to twist the knife even more. One thing he began doing was call her Cindy as he had while they were growing up and first married. He smiled to himself every time he saw her face twist in anger when he did that. On Wednesday he came home to find her once again gone. She returned just before 9 p.m. and went straight to the bathroom from the garage without any explanation or apology for her absence or failure to leave a note or call him. Pete followed her and once again found himself locked out of the bathroom.

Thursday morning Pete looked at Cindy across the breakfast table and said, "I'm going home to see the folks this weekend. I want to leave about noon Friday. I'll pack my own bag and leave it by the door so I can pick it up when I come by to get you."

Cindy looked over at Pete and glared at him before saying, "NO. We won't be going home this weekend or any other for a long time. You know we always go to the club Saturday night and you have a standing golf game Saturday morning. We have standing reservations and obligations on Saturday."

Pete looked at Cindy and sat his coffee cup down. He said, "Look, it's been almost six months since I saw the folks. I want to see them again. Talking on the phone just isn't the same. Besides I want to go fishing and relax along the river for a while. I need to relax and so do you."

"I said NO. We don't have time to go half way across the state to visit our parents. We'll see them during the holidays like we usually do."

Pete sat in sorrow for a moment then rose and walked out into the garage without saying anything else. He quickly got into his truck and drove into town to work. That evening when he got home he packed his suitcase with clothes for the weekend and put it into his F150. Cindy was once again gone who knows where. When he closed the truck door he looked at it and gently ran his hand down the front fender. He smiled and felt himself relax slightly. He loved that truck. It was almost new, a 2013 Super Crew 4X4 Platinum edition in candy apple red or whatever Ford called that color that year. Cindy had apoplexy when he had traded his 2012 BMW for it. She had ordered him to return it to the lot. She said it was unseemly for a bank President to drive around in a damn truck. 

Pete now just ignored her references to him being President of the bank. No matter how hard he tried he could not get her to admit he was only the Manager of the main Bank for his company in the City and County of St. Louis, Mo. He worked for a national banking chain and the President of the company, the President of the Bank was way higher in the organization than he was. To Cynthia since he was the head man in St. Louis he was the President.

Friday morning Pete rose early and was out of the house before Cindy got to the kitchen. He stopped on the way to work and had his favorite breakfast at IHOP. While he ate he looked around at all the people eating. Cindy hated to eat at IHOP because she said the wrong class of people ate there. When she went out to eat it had to be a very upscale restaurant. Now Pete had nothing against many of the restaurants Cindy wanted to eat at. They had good if fancy food. He didn't particularly like to pay the prices they charged but occasionally he was ok with that. He did hate the pretentious snobs that frequented those eateries however. He felt more at home at a mom and pop café or the IHOP.

At ten a.m. that morning Pete pushed back from his desk. He straightened the few remaining papers on it and decided he had done enough. He walked out his office door and stopped at his secretary's desk. Pete smiled down at her and said, "Well Penny I'm outta here. If something comes up that Joel can't handle or can't be put off until Monday call my cell. I'm going home to Van Buren for the weekend. We have spotty cell service at home so you may not be able to reach me at all though unless you call my parent's house. Their number should be in my rolodex."

About a quarter to one Pete pulled into the parking lot at Lamberts Restaurant in Sikeston, MO. He sat and looked at the still packed parking lot and the wood front building. He remembered coming here when he was small and the restaurant was half the size it was now. He smiled at the memories he had of their family fun trying to catch the "throwed rolls". He debated driving on to Van Buren without eating. He really wanted one of their meals but he didn't really want to have to stand in line for a table. Finally he decided he would go in. When Cindy was with him she absolutely refused to stop at Lamberts because it was so full of people she called 'trashy'. To Pete they were just regular folks and tourists but Cindy felt she was above slumming with them as she put it.

Pete walked into the building and joined the end of the line. He felt lucky because just after he got in line a tour bus unloaded its passengers and they joined the line. The young man greeting customers told him it would only be about fifteen minutes before he could be seated. Finally Pete was led to his table. Almost before he read the menu the servers were coming around delivering the extras Lamberts was known for. He got a serving of fried Okra, some brown beans and fried potatoes and, of course, one of the famous "throwed rolls".

Pete was almost full from eating the extras before he received his order from the cute waitress. He had ordered fried catfish and found himself almost bouncing in his seat in anticipation while he was waiting on the meal. This would be the first time he had eaten some real 'down home' cooking in almost three years except for the two holiday meals they had with his parents. Just looking at the plates of good food on other tables had his mouth watering. Pete missed this kind of food. He listened to the people at tables near him talking. Many of them were tourists but a couple of the tables were locals out for a meal. He immersed himself in their dialect and overheard conversation. The things they talked about were totally different from conversations overheard in the city.

People in rural America were more worried about weather and good crops than they were about the latest fashion or newest fad electronic device. If they talked about vehicles it was usually trucks or farm machinery. To Pete these were the real people, the salt of the earth and he missed them. He wondered when and how Cindy had lost her way and how she had been seduced away from the core values she had grown up with.

Finally Pete pushed back from the table with a sigh that was almost a groan. He was stuffed, almost sick from eating so much. He was also fully sated and more satisfied with the taste of the meal than he was at the restaurants Cindy insisted they frequent in St. Louis. The $40 or $60 dollars a plate he paid there purchased only a fraction of the food he had eaten at Lamberts and normally left him unsatisfied. He also felt cheated paying that much for a small plate of food. He smiled and left a $4 tip for the $14 meal he had just finished.

Just before two p.m. Pete drove out of the parking lot and turned his truck toward Van Buren and his family farm along the Current river. When Pete got to Van Buren he drove down the main drag. He came to one of the local hang outs and pulled into the parking lot. Pete had changed into some old jeans and a shirt before he left the bank so felt right at home when he entered the building. The bartender watched Pete walk across the floor and yelled at him after he was seated. "What'll it be?"

Pete leaned back in the booth and said without looking, "Dos Equis Lager please."

The bartender reached into the cooler, picked up his beer and opened it. Just this little exchange showed how citified Pete was though. He never even considered they might not stock the imported beer. The bartender walked around the corner of the bar and up to Pete's table. She sat the beer in front of him and started to turn to walk back to her normal place behind the bar. She stopped and looked at Pete again then said, "Pete Youngblood is that you?"

Pete looked up at the woman in surprise. She looked familiar but he couldn't place her. She was in old faded jeans with frayed cuffs and a couple of small holes in the legs. Her unrestrained breasts wobbled inside a stained threadbare white T-Shirt with "SHHH My Boyfriend Thinks These are Real" printed on it. He could see her nipples poking into the shirt. She had a tired worn look and pale complexion. Her hair was cut just below her ears. It was dull and dirty blond in color. Like many people she carried twenty or thirty pounds too much weight. Her fingers were stained from the smoke of the unfiltered cigarettes he saw her smoking.

Pete said, "Yeah I'm Pete Youngblood. I'm sorry. I really can't remember you though."

The bartender smiled and said, "I'm not surprised. I'm not really that memorable but we went to school together. I was two years behind you. We rode different busses too but my folks lived a couple miles from you all."

Pete frowned and thought back to the families living near him when he grew up. There were three that had girls near his age but only one of the families was on a different school bus route. That family had three girls and he just didn't know their ages or remember what they looked like or even their names. He finally said, "Well, I still can't remember your name but I think your last name was Fulkerson. I'm sorry."

The woman looked around the bar. The two other customers still had nearly full bottles. She sat in the seat across from Pete and said, "My first name's Ginnie. Virginia Fulkerson. So how ya been Pete? Didn't you marry Cindy Streeter? Is she with you?"

"Yeah, I married Cindy. She is home in St. Louis. She couldn't make it down this weekend so I came alone to see the folks. I needed to get away to think and relax. I just can't seem to do that in St. Louis."

Ginnie smiled and said, "Yeah, know what ya mean. When I got outta school I did like most all the other kids and left for the big city. Got married, found out he was a cheating asshole and got divorced real quick. We lived in Sikeston though. Never made it to St. Louis. I hated the town and couldn't find a decent job so I come back home. This job's not such a much but I live with Ma still and work here days. We get by and at least I'm home. How about you?"

Pete looked around him and took in the plain room and old Formica topped tables. The floor was still made of the old yellow pine tongue and groove flooring used just after the turn of the century. There was a dirty dingy look to the old building. For some reason he just said, "Oh, about the same. I got out of college and we stayed in town. I work in a bank now."

Pete and Ginnie visited for several minutes as she caught him up on local gossip and filled him in on what some of his friends and acquaintances were doing. Business began picking up and she had to return to her spot behind the bar. At 4 p.m. a waitress came on duty. She also recognized Pete. They played catch up between her trips around the tables to check on other customers.

Just after 5 p.m. three rowdy middle aged men came stomping into the bar. They were laughing and ragging on each other as they entered. They each yelled a greeting to both the waitress and to Ginnie then turned to look for a table. One of the men stopped and looked at Pete. His face broke out in a large grin and he rushed to the table.




Getting By Ch. 02



The man stuck his hand out and said, "Damn Pete it's been forever. What the hell ya doin' sittin' here swilling booze in the middle of the day? Cindy with ya?"

Pete smiled and quickly stood. He shook the man's hand then wrapped him in a quick man hug. He stepped back and said, "Damn Jack how are ya? I aint seen you since last fall. How's Emily and the kids?"

"Hell, we're all good. Kids are fine. Youngest one is going to the Army after he graduates this year. Sarah's young un's growing like weeds. She's complaining she can't keep em in clothes just like we used to. How long you and Cindy gonna be here? Got time ta come by and see Emily?"

"Naw, probably not. I just came down for the weekend. Needed to see the folks and do some thinking. Cindy said she was too busy to come so it's just me anyhow."

Pete turned to the other two men and shook their hands also. The three men standing before Pete had been his friends since first grade. All were smiling widely. The men slipped into chairs at the table beside the booth. Pete joined them and they started tripping down memory lane reminiscing and telling lies as well as catching up on each other's lives.

Finally about 7:30 p.m. a very drunk Pete was telling his only slightly inebriated friends about his troubles with Cindy and Winona. Jack killed his beer and yelled "Hey Paula bring us another round here. We gotta problem ta solve here and we're outta beer again."

After Paula delivered the beer Jack leaned back and looked at Pete. He said in a slurring voice, "Hey Petie boy. Why ya here fuckin' off when ya got shit ta do back home? We gotta catch 'em cheatin on ya then get ya shut of her. I shore never thought ole Cindy'd do somthin like that. Ya sure 'bout this?"

"No. I've got no proof but I'm starting to be pretty sure. I came home to figure out what to do. I gotta catch her or figure out what the hells goin' on. Even if she isn't cheatin' I'm not gonna put up with her shit any more. If she's cheatin' I'm gonna dump her ass. If she's just turned into a bitch she either has to change and begin treating me better or I'm gonna dump her ass. I'm sick of being Peter and sick of her being Cynthia."

Jack reached into his pocket and pulled his phone from it. He pressed a speed dial button and when it was answered he said, "Hey baby. Me and the boys found Pete in the bar. He's gotta problem and we're going back to St. Louis to help him." He listened a moment then said, "He thinks Cindy's cheatin' on im. We're gonna check it out and take care of things if she is."

Pete listened for a moment then grabbed the phone from Jack. He said, "Whoa there buddy. Let me have that. We aren't going anywhere tonight but home." Pete put the phone to his face and said, "Em this's Pete. I think we've all had a little too much." 

Emily laughed and said, "Ya think? Now what's this about Cindy cheating on you Pete?"

"Nothing Em. She's just been a real bitch to live with the last several months. She shows a lot of disrespect to me now and I've overheard some conversations and seen some things that worry me is all. Jack's just spoutin off. You know how he gets when he's drinking."

Pete listened for a moment then said, "Yeah. Ok. I'm sorry Emily."

Pete ended the call and handed the phone back to Jack. He said, "Emily's coming to pick you drunks up and take ya home. I'll just call Dad and tell him I'll be late then catch a few winks in my truck. Thanks for the offer to help but right now I just need to think about things and decide what I want to do and how to do it."

Pete began drinking coffee after he gave Jack's phone back to him. About twenty minutes later a petite woman with faded jeans and shirt came into the building. Even dressed as she was and in the dim light it was obvious she was a very beautiful woman. She stopped just inside the door and looked around. She smiled when she saw Ginnie point toward Pete, Jack and their friends.

The woman walked up to the table and put her hands on her hips. She glared at the four men who had put their most innocent looks on their faces. She said, "Damn you Pete. I might have known the first thing you four would do when you got back together was get drunk. You're just as bad as you were in high school."

Pete looked up at Emily and grimaced then said, "Now Emily we weren't that bad. I'm sorry about tonight too. Things just got out of hand."

Emily looked at Jack then Slim and DD. She said, "Come on you three. I promised Betsy and Dottie I'd get you all home safely." Emily glanced at Pete and smiled then said, "If you're not too hung over why don't you come over tomorrow afternoon and we can visit. Betsy and Dottie said they would all be there."

After Emily left with her crew Pete walked unsteadily outside to his truck. He lay down in the rear seat for a few minutes then decided to hell with it and got behind the wheel. He sat there until he saw the town Marshall drive past and out onto U S Highway 60 then started his truck and backed from his parking place. He slowly and carefully drove out of town and the five miles to his parent's farm. He parked his truck and moved slowly, carefully into the house. He sat on the couch and took off his boots then fell to the side and pulled his legs onto the couch. He was asleep almost before his body fully relaxed.

Pete woke the next morning to a loud yell. He sat up quickly and almost hit his head with the cup of coffee his mother was holding out for him. She gave him the cup and glared at him then said, "Damn you Pete. I've already heard what you and those three morons were up to last night. I swear I don't know what's the matter with you. Breakfast's almost ready now son. Wash up and come on into the kitchen."

At the table during breakfast Pete's mother and father grilled him until he gave them the short version of the last evening's conversation and the reason he was home without Cindy. His mother sat and looked at Pete while he was telling his tale. She didn't say anything after he finished. Finally after all three of them were done with their food she cleared the table and brought everyone another cup of coffee.

Pauline sipped her coffee and flicked her eyes over to Pete's father then back to Pete. She said, "Son I don't know what to tell you. We all loved that woman like our own girl while you were growing up and after you married. That said there's something bothering her now I think. She's gotten downright uppity the last four, five years and there's been a time or two... Well I've wondered about some of the things she's said the couple of times you were here. Her momma's told me some of the things she's said to her too that were real hurtful. We can't help you with this son but we're here for you if you need us. You know that. It's just a sorrowful thing. 

"I've worried about Winona now for some time too. That girl has a smart mouth on her that just won't quit. A time or two when she was here I almost slapped her for her snotty comments. I'm sorry to hear about what she did to that nice Jerrod boy too. We really liked him that time he was here for Thanksgiving with you all."

Pete knocked around the house with his parents the rest of the morning catching up and reconnecting. After lunch he relaxed for about an hour then headed over to Jack's place to visit with his friends. When he got there he was shocked at all the cars in the yard.

Pete walked into the back yard and stopped to look at the crowd. Jack walked up to him and handed him a beer. Pete said, "What's going on? I thought it was just going to be you all, Slim and DD and their families."

Jack grimaced and said, "Well, I guess we was pretty rowdy last night down at the bar. Coupla wimmen called Em this morning to rag on her and she told them you was back and I guess about some of your problems with Cindy. Things just sorta snowballed and we got a yard full now. Aint none of em anything but your friends though Pete."

Pete spent the rest of the afternoon visiting with friends he hadn't seen in years as well as some he had not seen since he was last home about 6 months ago. Even having to field questions and listen to advice about Cindy he enjoyed his day immensely and relaxed. He could feel the tension flowing out of his body and the peace settling in. Jack's home sat on the bank of the same stream Pete's parents' home was on. They listened to the kids playing in the water and the tinkling of the water flowing over the rocks at the foot of the pool they swam in. It was degrees cooler sitting in the shade alongside the stream than it was elsewhere.

After the balance of the guests left Pete, Jack, Slim, DD and their wives settled into chairs and looked out over the stream. They were drinking unsweetened ice tea and relaxing when Emily spoke up. She looked over at Pete and said, "Pete I just can't believe Cindy would cheat on you. I know she's a little bitch. Always was. She always wanted to be the Queen Bee. She always tried to run with the in crowd and with people she thought had more than she and her folks did. I just don't think she's a cheater. Now don't get me wrong, people can change and I don't blame ya for being upset at the way she's acting and even at the way she raised Winona but you need to think about this more before you go off half cocked."

Pete looked across the stream and said, "Yeah I know Em. I remember how she was in school. I almost lost her when we were in college because she wanted to join a sorority and run with the kids with money. The best thing that happened to us back then was when none of them would pledge her. She always blamed the fact she had to work part time to help pay for school was why they didn't take her." 

Pete laughed and continued, "She was so ashamed she had to work when the girls she wanted to run with didn't. She's worse now though. She won't even talk to many of our older friends in town since we joined the country club. I'm afraid if she hasn't cheated on me it is just a matter of time. In fact, I almost don't care any longer. If she doesn't change her attitude I'm going to cut her loose anyway I think. I just can't live with her shit any longer. It's getting to where I'm tenser at home than I am at work. Dammit a man's supposed to be able to relax in his own home isn't he?"

The friends sat and visited for a couple more hours then Pete returned to his parent's home for the night. The next morning they all had breakfast then visited until after another of his mother's excellent lunches. About four p.m. Pete reluctantly headed back to St. Louis. He felt better for reconnecting with his friends and seeing his parents but he didn't feel as if he was any closer to a solution to his problem with Cindy. At least he had finally decided he was either going to force her to straighten up or he was going to end the marriage.

Pete took his time and even stopped at Lamberts for another meal on the way home. It was after 7 p.m. when he got home that night. To his surprise and disgust Cindy was gone once again. Pete came in and dropped his overnight bag on the bed. After checking for a note from Cindy and not finding one Pete wandered out onto the patio and sat in a chair drinking a beer and thinking.

After he finished his beer he got into his truck and drove over to the country club. He walked into the bar and ordered a drink. He turned to survey the room while he waited on it to be delivered. To his disgust he saw Cindy sitting at a table beside Saul laughing and visiting with him and two other couples. Saul had his arm across the back of her chair. From where he sat he could see she had on a lightweight blouse unbuttoned to just above her nipples. He took a couple of pictures while they sat at the table and a couple more when she and Saul moved to the dance floor. They didn't do anything totally inappropriate but Cindy still allowed Saul more liberties than Pete approved of. She paid more attention to him during the conversation than she did when Pete talked to her now. She even looked at Saul with respect and admiration in her eyes. That was something Pete hadn't seen directed to him by Cindy in some time.

Pete drank three shots of scotch then returned to his home. He had made a decision. He was going to hire surveillance of Cindy for a couple of weeks to see just what she was up to. He was pretty sure the marriage was over. After the end of the surveillance if she was cheating he was going for the divorce for sure. If she was not cheating he was going to insist she change her attitude or he was filing for divorce.

Pete had no idea when Cindy returned home that night. He was sound asleep whenever she came in. He never heard or felt her get into bed. The next morning he made no effort to be quiet as he prepared for work. He was drinking his coffee when Cindy came into the kitchen. She glared at him then walked over without saying a word and got herself a cup of coffee.

Cindy leaned on the counter drinking her coffee and watched Pete. Finally he sat his cup on the table and looked directly into her eyes. He said, "Where were you yesterday? I waited up until after ten p.m. and you never came home. I couldn't even find a note telling me where you were and you didn't answer your phone."

"I got bored waiting on you to come home from your snit trip so I went to the club. At least there I can have some intelligent conversation with some decent people. That's more than I can say about what you did this weekend. Did you get your need to slum it out of your system for a while now?"

Pete just shook his head and stood. He looked at Cindy for a moment and turned without a word. He walked into the garage and got into his truck then drove to work. On the way he thought again about how Cindy had changed. He felt the sorrow of his loss flowing through his system.

When Pete got to work he called a couple of his friends to get information on Private Investigators. He called three and made an appointment to talk with them over the next two days. 

On Wednesday Pete hired the investigative firm he felt most comfortable with and sat back to see what they found. He made certain they knew he not only wanted to verify whether Cindy was cheating or not, he also wanted to know her feelings about him and their marriage. He wanted tapes of conversations if possible so he could get at the bottom of the problems they seemingly had. Pete felt part if not all of the problem was her total disrespect for him and people of their background.

Two weeks and three days after the investigators were hired Pete was once again in their office. This time he was to receive a report of their findings. After the greetings and pleasantries were out of the way the investigator sat back in his chair and crossed his hands on his stomach. He looked over at Pete and said, "Mr. Youngblood I just don't know what to tell you."

Pete felt himself begin to tense up. His face tightened and he started to speak when the investigator raised his hand to forestall his response. The PI hurriedly continued talking. He continued speaking, "I mean we have the report for you and I know what it shows. I just have a gut feeling we are missing something here. I have done hundreds of investigations in my career and this one is one of the strange ones.

"We didn't catch your wife actually cheating on you sir if that makes you feel better. We did catch her in some compromising situations and doing things that would upset me if I were her husband. She shared several short kisses with a couple of men from the country club and allowed them liberties I would not approve of if she were my wife. Although the kisses were on the lips or cheek they were more of a kiss like you would give a good friend or family member rather than a lover. The men occasionally touched her inappropriately but she did make them stop.

"I suppose it is her attitude and conversations that bother me more than anything. She has a definite disrespect for you and people she considers below her in social standing. She disapproves highly of the friends you keep and your lower class habits and recreations as she calls them. She seems extremely happy she managed to break up your daughter and her fiancée and is exceedingly pleased with the young man Winona has taken up with now.

"I get the impression...Sir you need to know this is just my gut feeling here but I think she is trying to convince herself she would be better off or at least happier without you in her life. She has made several comments to her lady friends about how happy she is when she can get away from you. She has spoken very highly about a Saul Witherspoon as well. She seems to admire him highly. He is also the man who she has spent the most time with during the last two weeks. Of course, sir, much of the time she spends out of your home is spent with her various female friends, at work or working in her charities. We did follow her to work and to her charity meetings several days as you requested but don't have any way of knowing what she did in her office or the closed meetings. We did send operatives inside occasionally on make believe business while she was at work to check on her. Everything there seemed on the up and up. It's fairly difficult to carry on an affair during a four hour work day unless you meet after you leave for the day. She did not do that although after work she did meet many of her friends from the club. One Friday evening she returned to town and met some coworkers at a bar after work.

"Sir, as I said we have not caught your wife having sex with any other person. There is evidence that might be construed to be an emotional affair with Mr. Witherspoon if you wanted to push it. I do think, from all indications, that she is tempted to do more. She appears to be drawn strongly to people she perceives as being more socially acceptable and more well off than you are. Another thing we found strange is many times she did not even leave your home until just before you were to arrive home from work. It is almost as if she were avoiding you sir."

Pete sighed and leaned back in his chair. He said, "Well thank you for that I guess. It is gratifying to know she hasn't cheated on me yet. Or at least we haven't caught her doing it. The disrespect I had already figured out for myself. This just makes it harder to make a decision though. I assume you have a written report and the tapes I requested?"

The investigator said, "Yes Sir," and passed a large manila envelope across the desk to Pete. "It's all in there. Of course our fee covers one court appearance if it should be necessary."

Pete stood and shook the man's hand then walked disconsolately from the room. After he got back to his office he read many of the transcribed conversations Cindy had with her friends. He sat back in his chair and put his feet on his desk. He thought about his life and marriage. Finally with an oath Pete pulled his feet from the desk snapped his chair upright and grabbed his phone. He read a number from his rolodex and punched it into the phone.

When the phone was answered he said, "This is Pete Youngblood. Could I talk to Forrest Dameron please?"

After a few minutes Pete smiled and said, "Same to you also you Bastard. Yeah, I have it. No, it's not as bad as I was afraid but it's still bad enough. I've just had it. File the papers like we discussed. No, I don't care. We each keep our retirement, she gets the house. I don't want anything to do with that monstrosity. I never wanted it in the first place. Give her the country club membership also. Yeah, I'll bring the report over later today. See ya asshole."

Pete left the office at two p.m. and took the investigators report with him. He walked two blocks and entered another building. A young vibrant receptionist smiled at him and chirped, "Good afternoon Mr. Youngblood. Are you here to see Mr. Dameron?"




Getting By Ch. 02



When Pete nodded his head yes and said, "Yes I am Sally," she immediately dialed a number and announced him. After she hung up she once again smiled at Pete. 

Pete visited with Sally until his friend and attorney Forrest Dameron came into the lobby to greet him. They walked back to the office and Pete handed Forrest the surveillance report. Forrest scanned the written pages and placed them on his desk. He looked at Pete and said, "Pete I don't know what to say really. You know if one party of a marriage wants out it is almost impossible to prevent a divorce. Having said that I have to ask you if you are sure this is what you want here? I mean if this report is accurate Cindy hasn't cheated on you, she has just been disrespectful and hard to live with. Hell, if every marriage where one of the couple was hard to live with ended up in the divorce courts we would all be there. Have you considered seeing a marriage counselor? Maybe that would be the way to go?"

"Yeah, I hear ya Forrest. I did think about counseling for a while but I just don't feel as if I have a marriage I want to save. I just can't take it any longer. We don't fit. I hate to lose as many assets as I will probably lose but I just want out. It's got to where I'm almost sick to my stomach when I go home now. I never know if she's going to verbally attack me or if she'll even be home at all. I don't like her any longer and I know I don't love her any longer. I just want it over with."

"You're the boss," Forrest said. He picked up a pen and pulled a legal tablet in front of him on his desk. He went into full fledged Lawyer mode and he and Pete discussed the petition and proposed property settlement in detail for the next thirty minutes. They even considered some scenarios and rebuttals that Cindy and her attorney might make. 

Pete went straight home. Since he was early he surprised Cindy as she was getting into her car. She watched him with her lips pressed tightly together as he drove into the garage beside her. She started to get into her car before he got out of his but he quickly opened his door and yelled, "Cindy wait. I need to talk to you before you take off."

Cindy looked torn for a moment. He thought she was going to ignore him and just leave anyway but she finally closed her car door and walked around the front of his car to meet him at the door into the house. She followed him into the kitchen.

Pete got a glass of water and sat at the table. He pushed Cindy's chair out for her and watched as she reluctantly sat in it. She put her arms on the table and clasped her hands together. Pete sipped his water then looked at Cindy. She was dressed in one of her better outfits. From the indentations in the blouse he suspected she was braless.

Pete said, "Cindy there's just no good way to say this. You need to find an attorney. I have authorized Forrest to file for divorce today. I just can't keep living in the hell you have made our home. I get the impression you don't love me any longer and I know for damn sure you don't respect me. I've just had all I can take. I've tried to be fair in the property settlement. You can have the house and country club membership. I'll take my share of the value in investments. We each keep our retirement accounts. No alimony and a fifty fifty split of the rest of the assets."

Cindy looked at Pete in shock for a moment. Her face flushed and her jaws set in anger. Her eyes flashed and she said, "Well, I'm not surprised. Saul and some of my friends told me you just couldn't be comfortable in our group. I've tried for the last four years to educate you and bring you into the proper society but you've fought me every step of the way. I had almost given up on you too. I'll look the papers over and let you know. Now if there's nothing else I have an appointment I have to get to."

Pete just shook his head and watched as Cindy walked rapidly from the kitchen into the garage. He was almost sick at his stomach from tension and nerves. He took a deep breath and went into his bedroom to change into cutoff shorts. He didn't even bother with a shirt. Pete walked out onto his patio and jumped into the pool to cool off. He swam two laps then lay floating on his back, eyes closed as he tried to relax.

Cindy went straight to the country club after she left Pete at home. She was amazed at how happy she felt after his announcement. It was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. When she arrived at the club the regular group was there. Cindy walked past the bar and ordered her usual drink to be delivered to her at the table. She took her usual seat beside Saul and smiled at the rest of the group. Roberta commented on how happy Cindy seemed that evening.

Cindy looked up and smirked then said, "You know I'm sort of surprised also. Pete came home early today and caught me before I could leave. He told me he had filed for divorce because he couldn't take my attempts to improve our standing any longer. I feel as if I should be upset or sad but all I feel is relief that it's over with."

Perhaps she and Pete both would have been slightly curious if they had seen the large smile on Saul's face or heard his happily hissed "yessss" when Cindy said Pete had filed. Saul stood soon after hearing Cindy's announcement. He made his way toward the restrooms. As he walked he pulled his cell phone from his pocket and called a friend to report on the breakup of Cindy's marriage.

Cindy was served two days later. She was still staying in the house but had moved to one of the guest suites. She rarely spoke to Pete. One evening a week after he told her he was filing for divorce she was waiting on him when he got home. She was standing beside her car in the garage. After he got out of his car she said, "Pete I've had my attorney look over the papers. There are a few things I want to change and talk about. Could we have a meeting this week to talk about them?"

"Yeah. I don't think I have any important meetings coming up. Have your attorney get with Forrest and set up a time."

Cindy looked at Pete a moment then got into her car and left.

The day of the meeting to Pete's disgust Saul brought Cindy to the attorney's office. He overheard Saul advising Cindy to be forceful and not give in to any pressure. He reminded her to remember what they had talked about. Pete glared at him as he walked past him and into the meeting room. He became even angrier when he saw the satisfied smirk on Saul's face. 

Cindy was fine with the basic settlement but she and her attorney disputed the valuation on the house and country club membership. They submitted a much lower proposed valuation that Pete would not accept. They also found fault with some of the property distribution proposals. Finally they agreed to accept an average of three more appraisals. Pete would get one appraiser, Cindy one and the third one would be chosen randomly from a prepared list with a dart thrown at it. They also complained about the wording of some of the settlement and distribution of some of their personal property. It took nearly two hours to work those issues out.

A week later, to Pete's delight and Cindy's horror the average of the three new appraisals came out much in Pete's favor. The valuation of the house actually went up over $30,000 and the value of the country club membership went up by $5,673. 

After they each signed the property settlement and divorce documents they were presented to the court as an uncontested divorce. In the state of Missouri thirty days after that date the divorce was final. On that date Pete resigned from his position at the bank and gave his two weeks' notice. He had been living in an extended stay lodge so had not even unloaded his truck and a 24 foot gooseneck box trailer he had purchased for his belongings. After his last day of work he just loaded the few clothes he had been wearing in his truck, hooked up the trailer and took off for his childhood home.

Once again on his way Pete had lunch at Lamberts. This time he had the hamburger steak and again enjoyed it immensely. Pete moved back into his parent's home when he got back to Van Buren. They still had a 320 acre farm and he helped his father on it for several weeks doing things that his father either had not had time to do or that needed more muscle than he had. Pete was decompressing and reassessing his life at the same time. He did not hear from either Cindy or Winona. His son who was in the service did call once and they visited for a short time. Pete still remembered the first few minutes of the conversation. His son said, "Well frankly Dad I'm surprised you waited as long as you did. I would have deep sixed Joanie a couple of years ago if she'd done me like Mom did you. I'm sorry but she and sis were both stone cold bitches and you're well rid of them."

Pete tried to pin his son down about what he meant by his statement but he would not say more. Just from the way he talked Pete was almost positive his son suspected Cindy of cheating on him even if he didn't have proof. He finally decided to let it drop. It was a moot point at this stage. Hell, a divorce was a divorce. All that would happen if he had found out she cheated was become angry. He didn't hate Cindy but it was close. He had no desire to ever see or talk to or about her again.

Pete helped his father through the fall harvest then began trying to find work. He was well versed in the banking industry but really didn't want to be a banker any longer. There wasn't much need for an educated professional in the little town of Van Buren. He was visiting with one of his friends who owned the local feed mill and farm store one day when his friend asked, "Don't you have a CPA certificate Pete?"

"Yeah but I haven't used it for years. After I got into management at the bank I did other kinds of work. I did keep up my continuing education requirements though. Why?"

"Well old man Stiles wants to cut back in his business. His daughter works with him now but he still claims he's too busy. I thought you might want to stop by and see if he needed help."

"Don't know. I might do that. I really didn't like working as a CPA after I got the certification. Massaging numbers all day got to be a real bore real fast. Still it would give me something to do and bring in a little money. Don't suppose it'll hurt to talk to him."

The next day Pete stopped by the accounting office and visited with Mr. Stiles. He almost had to fight to get out of the office when he told him what he wanted to talk about. Finally they came to an agreement. Pete did not want to be involved in the day to day workings of the office. He did agree to work on tax returns during season and to handle all tax returns that were due in months other than January through April for those who worked on a fiscal year or who extended their reporting date.

That year Pete's son Randy got leave from the Navy to come home for Christmas. They were walking around outside visiting and to settle the huge meal Pete's mother prepared. Randy looked over at Pete and said, "You ever talk to Mom now?"

"No. I haven't seen or talked to her since our divorce consultation. I'm sorry son but I don't have any desire to see her or talk about her."

"I understand Dad but I think there's something you should know about things. You know she was really deep into the whole society thing and the country club. She thought her friends there were perfect people and all. Well, after the divorce was final they almost all deserted her. She caught up with Saul what's his name in the bar one evening and I guess he really hurt her.

"She thought he was a real upstanding guy and her friend you know. After all he had that big construction company and built most of the large houses around the country club. He really unloaded on her one evening. He and his two male friends were joking and laughing about your divorce and how easy mom was to manipulate. Saul hates you Dad and hates Mom almost as much. She said they were trying to break the two of you up. Your bank refused to give him a loan a year or so before your divorce and he was trying to get back at you. He had to merge his company with a competitor to keep from going bankrupt after he didn't get the loan. He has blamed you for that ever since.

"He tried to seduce mom but she still swears she didn't cheat on you. Anyway he worked for months feeding her lines about her position in society and how unsuitable you were. She finally bought into it and started treating you like shit. As soon as the divorce was final he tried a few more times to get her into bed then just dumped her when she wouldn't tumble. He began bad mouthing her and spreading rumors about her then. Finally most of her female friends deserted her also.

"She and Winona aren't too well liked in town now either. Almost all they do is work and go home. Of course losing the baby upset Winona pretty badly. You sure were right about that asshole she took up with after she dumped Jerrod. He took off as soon as she told him she was pregnant. Are you sure you're doing the right thing the way you're treating sis though?"

"A baby? Shit. I didn't even know Winona was pregnant. This is the first thing I've heard about any baby. When did she lose it? Why didn't they tell me about it?"

"She miscarried in November Dad. I don't know why they didn't tell you but I suppose it was because of some of the things you said about asshole while you were still home."

"Well hell son. I still love your sister. I don't respect her much or like the way she acted but she is my daughter and I still love her. I called a time or two to see if I could come see her or meet her before I came home here and she refused so I guess I just stopped trying. I never go to St. Louis now so I can't just drop by. I've sent her cards on her birthday and for the holidays and on both of them I invited her to come see me here. There's not much more I can do son. Next time you see her tell her she's always welcome here and we do want to see her."

Pete's life continued to rock on like most lives do. He was happier than he had ever been in St. Louis. He went to work in blue jeans, cowboy boots and flannel shirts in the winter. He wore shorts and button front short sleeve shirts in the summer if he even went into the office. Almost every day he stopped into the local café and bar to visit with the good ole boys. He and his friends reconnected and became as close as they had been before he left for college. He spent many pleasurable days hunting and fishing during the seasons.

Pete was even happy he now knew most of what had happened to his marriage. He knew some of the problem had been Cindy's personality, her need to be Queen Bee and a "big duck". She had an innate need to lord it over people and be in control. He was glad to know some of it was the manipulation of a small minded resentful asshole. At times he thought about going back to St. Louis and exacting some revenge from good ole Saul but in the end it just wasn't worth it. Even before Saul began manipulating Cindy she had become a bitch to live with. He just took advantage of the situation.

Pete even got a little pussy from time to time from Ginnie or one of the unmarried women that frequented the local bar. Pete admitted to his friends that it wasn't as good as making love with someone you loved but at least it did relieve the pressure. He probably got laid twice or three times a month and was always careful to use a rubber. He laughed one time and said that was almost as much pussy as he got from Cindy in the year or so before they divorced. The rest of the time he made love with Rosy Palm and her five sisters in the shower.

Emily and his female friends were always trying to set him up but so far Pete has not found one of the offerings he is too interested in pursuing.

It had been almost two years since his divorce and Pete was resigned to his life now. Some of it was good, some great. In fact the only downside to his divorce was that he had no one to love and spend quality time with. Life goes on. Pete could be happier but he IS much happier than he was in the last few years he was married to Cindy. 



Getting By Ch. 03



Pete's Recovery

Pete sat in the small park alongside the Current River. His mind was nearly blank. He was listening to the laughing screaming children as they ran back and forth playing. Conversations around him provided a quieter background to the noise of the playing children. He watched the children run and play and smiled at their antics. Their laughter and screams of pleasure transported him back in time to when his two were young and playing in this very same park when he and Cindy brought them home for similar July 4th celebrations. The years had seemed to fly past. He remembered when he was a child and playing in this same park during community picnic's and celebrations. He had just celebrated his 46th birthday last month. He wondered where the time had gone.

Emily walked up beside him and sat down in one of the chairs he had placed earlier. Closely behind Emily came Jack and their children, now grown as were Pete's. Pete looked at them and smiled then said, "I was beginning to think you had gotten lost. Where are Slim, DD and their crew?"

Jack laughed and said, "We almost did get lost. I think the traffic and crowd gets worse every year. I think next year I'll just come down here like you did and miss the parade. Let all those other fools stand in the hot sun on hard concrete watching everyone march or drive by. Hell, you can see almost all the parade here anyway since it ends here."

Emily punched him in the arm and said, "You'll do no such thing and you know it. You have to see the grandbabies doing their thing." Emily looked up and smiled then stood and waved. She yelled, "Hey guys. Here we are."

Jack and Pete turned to look in the direction she was looking and saw the rest of their immediate friends walking toward them. After everyone had placed their chairs and coolers they got down to some serious laughter and conversation.

Emily looked up at Pete and said, "So, what's this I hear about Randy? Are the rumors true?"

Pete smiled and proudly said, "Yep. I got back from Pensacola a couple of days ago. He's now an Ensign, US Navy. I knew he had been taking night college courses for years and was super proud when he finally got his degree. The little asshole didn't tell me he had been selected for Officer's Candidate School until a week before his commissioning. I had to leave three days after he called to get there in time for the commissioning. I have pictures of the ceremony and Joanie pinning on the new rank. It took him almost 9 years to get his degree and the commission but I couldn't be any more proud of him. Joanie is about to pop her buttons she's so proud of him. I was proud of him for making Chief Petty Officer in eight years but this is even better."

"What does Cindy say about it?"

Pete looked over at Emily with a blank expression. He frowned and said, "I have no idea. Apparently she was too busy to come to the commissioning. Randy said he called her to invite her but she wasn't home. He left a message on her machine but she didn't show and never even called. As of the date of commissioning he hadn't even heard from her."

Emily looked upset. She touched Pete's arm gently and said, "Oh, Pete. I'm so sorry. I know better than stir up bad memories but damn. I can't believe Cindy would act this way to her own son. I know how much he must be hurting from her actions. The next time you talk to him you be sure to tell him how proud we are of him and give him our congratulations."

Pete nodded his head and turned to watch the officials guiding the old vehicles that had been in the parade into their parking positions. He would soon have to go look at all the old cars and trucks. He was in the middle of a frame off restoration of a numbers matching true 1967 Chevelle Super Sport. In his spare time he was completing a dream he had when he was young. He had always wanted one of the SS's but had been too poor to get one when they were new. Now he could and by golly he did.

After lunch Pete grabbed a beer and wandered off. He made a tour of the booths and then headed for the car show. He was almost through the entire show when he came to an old faded 1967 Malibu sitting under a tree on the back row. There was a surprisingly good looking woman in her early 40's he guessed sitting beside it.

Pete moved closer to the car and bent over being careful not to touch it. It had a 283 cid engine with a power glide in the floor, bucket seats. From its looks it was a true survivor. There was no evidence it had ever been restored or had body damage repaired. Pete smiled over at the woman watching him examine the car. He said, "Nice. It looks like a survivor. You've got it cleaned up really well. I used to dream about having a car like this one except I wanted the SS version. One of the families here in town owned one just like this when I was young. I used to watch it drive down the street and almost die of jealousy. I haven't seen you around here before though. You drive far to get here?"

The woman smiled again and stood. She walked over beside Pete and said, "No. I live here now. From what you say I bet this is the car you drooled over when you were young. It was my father's. I moved back last fall to teach at the school. I'm living with mother and the old car was still in the garage. She hadn't driven it in years. It was Daddy's car and when he died she couldn't bear to part with it but she had her own car she drove daily so just left his sit in the garage. 

"I needed something to help fill my spare time and get my mind off my problems when I came home so I began working cleaning the old car up. After I got it clean and running Mom gave it to me."

Pete smiled and said, "Becky? Are you Becky Livingston? Jesus I haven't seen you since I left for college. You sure have changed a lot." 

The woman looked at Pete and smiled once again. She nodded he head yes and said, "Yep. That's me. Or at least I used to be. I got married to Sherman Potter and kept the name after we divorced."

"Wow. I guess I shouldn't be surprised." Pete stumbled and hurriedly continued talking. "I mean about not recognizing you. Not the divorce. I'm sorry. I know how that must have hurt. I think you were still in Jr. High School when I left home. You're what, 37 or 38 now?"

Becky laughed and laid her hand gently on Pete's forearm. She smiled once again and said, "Boy you're a smooth tongued devil aren't you? I was 40 in June."

Pete hurriedly changed the subject back to cars. He said, "I sort of know what you mean about needing to fill in your spare time. I moved home a little over two years ago after my divorce. I spent the first six months or so helping Dad on the farm feeling sorry for myself and drinking way too much. After several one sided conversations with my mother and a couple of friends wives I decided I had to do something to fill my time in also. I didn't want to work full time and I sure didn't want to just sit around and get fatter so I found a part time job doing taxes for the Stiles accounting firm and I bought my dream car to work on in my spare time.

"I'm about half done with a frame off restoration of a true 67 Chevelle SS. It's even numbers matching."

"Wow. Cool." She looked around and frowned slightly then continued, "Where is it? I walked through the cars earlier and I didn't see it."

Pete smiled and said, "Its home. The interior is still ratty and I haven't painted the body yet. I have it running like a top and the frame is powder coated. I have part of the body back on the frame but there is still a heck of a lot of work to do before I let anyone see it. In fact the fenders, grill, hood and trunk lid are still lying on the floor."

Pete sat visiting with Becky for over an hour before he reluctantly told her he needed to get back to his friends. After he stood to leave he hesitated for a moment then said, "I still live out at the folks place. They sort of need help and I suppose I just never got around to finding a place in town. I am working on the car in the shop there. If you wanted to come out and see it someday I'd be happy to show it to you."

Becky smiled and said, "I'd love to. What are you doing Saturday? Got time to do a show and tell then?"

"Heck yeah. I'll probably just be messing around, probably doing a little work on the old car anyway. Come on out. Ya know how to find me?"

Becky laughed and said, "Come on Pete. Your family's been around here as long as mine has. What do you think? If I can't remember how to get to your place I know Mom does. I'll just have to ask her."

Pete laughed and said, "Yeah, guess that's right. I know where you live so why wouldn't you know where I live? See ya Saturday."

Pete was about ten feet away when he heard Becky yell, "Hey Pete!"

He stopped and turned toward her. She had her phone out and said, "What's your number in case I need to call? Or do you have a cell? I guess I can call your house."

Pete smiled and said, "Heck, I didn't even think of that. It's 314-267-7778."

Becky smiled and said thanks as she punched his number into her phone. Pete started to ask for her number when his phone rang. It rang twice then stopped. He glanced at the number and didn't recognize it so put it back in his pocket. He started to again ask Becky for her number when she said, "There. Now you have my number if you need me."

"OH. I'm dense I guess. I didn't recognize the number and was going to ask you for yours too." Pete looked puzzled and continued, "I guess you can tell I'm not very good at this phone number and getting together thing. Sorry."

Becky laughed and said, "I hadn't noticed. I mean it sure didn't take you long to try to get me to come to your house now did it? And you seem to have the right bait too."

To his mortification Pete felt his face heat up. He quickly turned and almost trotted off. He said over his shoulder, "Well, gotta go. See ya Saturday."

Becky stood watching him hurry off with a frown of her face. She wondered if she had said something wrong.

When Pete got back to his friends Emily looked up and said, "There he is! Damn Pete we thought we were going to have to send out a search party for you. What happened? Did some horny female jump your bones?"

Pete once again felt himself blush. He stammered, "NO! I was just looking at the old cars and talking to some of the owners."

DD saw Pete's red face and laughed. He almost yelled, "Whoa Dude. Who is she? Look at his face everyone. I think our Pete HAS been flirting with some female. Come on dude you can tell us."

"Look asshole I wasn't flirting. I just ran into Becky Livingston at the car show. She has her Dad's old Chevelle over there and we talked cars for a while. That's all."

The three women looked at each other with small smiles. Dottie, the youngest of the three said, "Pete you need to be careful with Beck. She's doing better now but she was hurt awfully bad. Have you heard about her?"

"No, what do you mean?"

"Well, you know she and Sherman Potter had twins. The kids were 16 when her son had a car wreck on the way to school one morning. His sister was in the front seat with him and didn't have her seat belt on. She was thrown from the car and didn't make it. Sherman couldn't handle everything and blamed Becky for the accident and their daughter's death. They went to the same school Becky taught at and he blamed her for letting them drive instead of making them ride to school with her when she went to work. He began beating her. The third time she ended up in the hospital she filed charges on him and divorced him. He went to prison for assault and she moved home. She doesn't socialize much and doesn't even have many friends around any longer either. Her son went into the Army and they don't see each other much now."

"Oh. She didn't say anything about that; only that she was divorced and worked on the car to fill her empty time."

The next evening, Friday, Pete was at the local grocery store picking up some things for his mother when he saw Becky and a very frail, unsteady looking older woman. Their shopping cart had several groceries in it already. He assumed the woman was Becky's mother. He debated for a moment then walked up and said, "Hi Becky. How are you doing?"

Becky's head jerked around rapidly. She looked startled then she smiled when she recognized Pete. She said, "Hi Pete. You startled me." She gestured toward the older woman with her and said, "Do you remember my mother Irma? Mom this is Pete Youngblood."

The three stood and visited for a short while then Pete said, "I really need to be going. Mom sent me in for some things she said she needed before she finished supper." He looked at Becky and continued, "Are you still coming out to see the old car in the morning? I'll probably be in the shop after about 8:30 or 9:00."

"You're sure it won't be a bother? I would really like to see it if I won't be in the way."

"No. I'd like to show her off if you're really interested."

Pete had only been working on the old car for a few minutes when he heard a car crunching the gravel of the driveway. He looked up and smiled. Not only was Becky here but she had driven her old 67! He walked out to meet her with a smile on his face.

After their greeting Becky stepped past Pete and headed for the garage. She stopped about five feet from the left front tire of his car and put her hands on her hips. She gave the car a careful look over then walked up to look in the driver's window. After giving the interior a close look she stood and faced Pete.

Becky smiled and said, "You sure have your work cut out for you still. I see what you mean about the inside too. It is pretty ratty. What're you doing today?"

"I'm block sanding today. In a couple of weeks I hope to have it all painted so I can put the body back together and get started on the interior. I'm getting anxious to get her done so I can take her to shows."

"Cool. Ya want some help? I think I can sand and I really need to learn how to do it if I can't. I want to redo the paint on my old car as soon as I can find the money and someone to help me spray it."

Pete protested with Becky about her helping. Finally she said, "Look Pete. If I didn't want to help I wouldn't have offered. I like to work on old cars. I followed daddy around the garage when I was a girl and learned a lot from him before he got sick and had to close it. If you just don't want me to help for some reason fine but if you're just being polite forget it. I really do want to help or I wouldn't have offered ok?"

Pete felt a lurch in his stomach when Becky began haranguing him. He said, "Whoa, I'm sorry Becks. I don't mind the help if you really mean it. I just didn't want to take advantage of you is all."

Becky smiled and said, "Ok then. Whatcha want me to do boss?"

Pete thought a moment then suggested a task for Becky to do. The two new friends worked quietly and carefully on the old car. There was very little conversation and most of what there was related to the job. They were both surprised when Pete's mother came into the garage. She said, "Pete what's the matter with you? I've called you three times now for lunch." She looked at Becky in surprise and then said, "Well who's this? Hi, I'm Pete's mother Pauline. Would you like to have lunch with us also? I made plenty. We're having fried chicken and the rest of the trimmings today. I always make a lot."

Becky introduced herself and then said, "Thank you for the offer. I really couldn't impose on you like that. Besides I really should be getting home. I only planned to come see the old car and I got carried away helping."

After a short conversation Pauline had browbeat Becky into eating with them. They all had a pleasant conversation over the meal and to Pauline's disgust Becky insisted on helping with the clean up after the meal. Pete and his father sat in the living room and listened to the drone of female voices and occasional laughter coming from the kitchen.

Pete's father looked at him and said, "You be careful there son. That girl's had a real tough time. She doesn't need any more hurting now."

"Yeah, I heard Dad. Emily and the girls filled me in. I just met her again July 4th and she wanted to see my old car. I think she needed to be doing something today. She's worried about her mother and still hurting from her daughter's accident and the divorce. She needed something to keep her busy. Well, I guess I'll go back to the shop for a while."

Pete was sanding the car again when he heard a noise. He looked up and Becky was working on the project she was on before lunch. Pete looked at her a moment and returned to his job. The next thing he knew they had finished all the sanding he had to do on the sheet metal. He stood with a groan and put his sanding block down. Becky finished the fender she was working on at almost the same time and stood also.

Pete looked around and stretched his back. He slapped his hands together then whipped the dust from his jeans. He walked over to the old refrigerator sitting beside the open garage door and opened it. He looked at Becky and asked, "You want something to drink? I have beer, coke or unsweetened tea."

"What're you going to have?"

"Beer."

"Great. That sounds really good. I'll have one too please."

Pete and Becky took their ice cold beer outside and sat under the large tree beside the driveway. Pete looked out over the current river and stretched his legs out in front of him. He sighed and said, "Thanks for your help today. I didn't think I'd finish the sanding until at least next weekend. Heck, I am ready to paint at least a week earlier than I thought I would be thanks to you."

"I really enjoyed it Pete. I didn't think once about..." Becky stopped talking and pressed her lips together. Pete saw the tears in her eyes. She shook her head and made a broken sigh.

Pete thought a moment. He really didn't know what to say or do or if he even should say or do anything. Finally he decided to say, "Becky I heard. I mean, well I was told about your daughter and husband. I'm sorry. I know that doesn't help much and I know I really don't know what you are really going through but I sort of do too. My life turned to shit and I had to divorce Cindy. I lost my daughter then too because she took Cindy's side and won't talk to me at all. I know it's not the same as you had to go through but I sort of know. If you want to talk about it or something I'll listen."

Becky was sitting in her chair silently crying. Pete didn't know what to do. Finally he stood and walked over to Becky. He put his hand on her shoulder. She turned to him and rested her face on his hip while her body shook in her sorrow.

Finally Becky stood. She didn't look at Pete. She said in a quivering voice, "I need to go Pete. Thanks. I had a really good time today. And thank your mother for the great lunch. I need to get home and check on Mom."

Pete watched Becky drive off. For some reason he felt like crap. He hated to see her cry. It was almost as if he had done something to her.

The next Thursday afternoon Pete answered his phone and it was Becky. She said, "Hi Pete. Are you going to work on your car Saturday? If you are can I help? I really enjoyed myself last Saturday and thought if you didn't mind I would really like to help some more." 

Pete laughed and said, "Do I look that stupid? Free help from a nice and pretty woman and on my car to boot? Sure come on out. I'll be starting about the same time. I'll tell mom to expect you for lunch too."

"Oh, NO. I couldn't do that. I'll just go home or bring something."

Pete laughed and said, "Oh no you won't. You're not going to get me in trouble with mom. If you help you'll eat here and like it young lady."

Becky laughed and said, "Oh, ok. If you insist. I'll see ya Saturday morning."

That Saturday the two friends stripped out the inside of the old car. They took out everything that had not been previously taken out including a lot of the instruments from the dash board. They pulled the weather stripping from the windows and doors that had not been previously taken off and removed all the inside trim. They sanded down the rough spots and Pete used a small portable sand blaster to knock off some difficult rust. He was now ready to prime the interior metal prior to painting.




Getting By Ch. 03



On Wednesday morning Pete decided it was time to take the interior panels and seats to the upholstery shop. He was taking them to Poplar Bluff and didn't want to make the trip alone. He called and invited Becky to go with him. She sounded surprised to hear from him and equally surprised at the invitation. She was silent a moment then quietly said, "Ok. Uh when are you leaving?"

"As soon as I get to your place. I already have the things loaded in my truck. It that ok?"

"But I have to shower and get dressed. I can't..."

Pete broke into her sentence and said, "Becky unless you've been doing something really dirty you don't need a shower. You really don't have to dress up for this trip either. We're going to an auto upholstery shop. They're used to seeing people in work clothes. I've seen you in work clothes too. What's the big deal? If you insist I don't mind waiting but if not whatever you have on is fine. I'm in my work clothes."

"Well ok but..."

"Beck do whatever you feel is right but I'll be in work clothes. I plan on getting dirty unloading so why wear good clothes. Now do you need some time or should I come on over?"

"Ok. I'll be ready when you get here. I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about Beck. Catchya in a few."

Pete picked Becky up quickly and they were on the road. She had on the same type faded jeans and shirt she wore when they worked on the old car. When she saw Pete's old frayed jeans she relaxed and smiled. They immediately fell into a comfortable conversation and the miles flashed by. The drive was only about 44 miles so they barely got a good conversation started before they were in town looking for the upholstery shop.

It was almost noon before their business was completed. Pete looked over at Becky and asked where she wanted to eat. She looked shocked and said, "Oh, we don't have to eat here. We can be home by one or one thirty and I can eat there."

"No. I like mom's cooking and all but I was really hoping to get a pizza or something unless you wanted something else. I haven't had a good pizza in a long time now."

Becky smiled widely and said, "That sounds great. Pizza is one of my favorite foods and I don't get it often enough either. Let's get one."

Pete and Becky ordered a large super supreme and ate it all before they left. They talked and laughed all during the meal. It was after two p.m. before Pete paid for the meal (after an argument with Becky) and they left for home.

It was now an accepted fact that Becky would be at Pete's house every Saturday morning to help on restoring his old car. They worked together and became closer friends over the summer. The old car was now almost finished. The Saturday Pete intended to begin bolting the hood, grill, fenders and trunk lid to it finally arrived. Unfortunately and to Pete's surprise Becky didn't arrive. He waited thirty minutes after her normal arrival time and finally decided to phone her.

Her phone rang and rang then finally went to voice mail. He left a message and went on to work. He really needed a helper for the work he planned on today. He was only able to do little small jobs and he constantly worried about Becky.

Finally about noon she called. He could tell she was upset. She apologized for not calling him to tell him she wasn't coming out. Through her sniffles she said, "Mom's in the hospital in the Bluff (Poplar Bluff, MO). I'm sorry I didn't call you Pete. She fell in the shower this morning and broke her leg and pelvis. She is still unconscious. Oh Pete I'm so scared. I'm sorry I didn't call you though."

"No problem Becky. I understand. Is there anything I can do?"

"No. I'm fine. Thanks though."

Pete continued working after the call for about ten minutes. He couldn't keep his mind on his work. Finally he put everything away and locked the door to the shop. He went into the house and showered. Pete dressed in casual sport clothes and went into the kitchen where his mother was already preparing lunch. She looked at him with a question on her face. He said, "Mom Becky called. Her mother's in the hospital. She fell this morning and broke a lot of bones. She's still unconscious. I'm going to the Bluff to keep her company."

Pauline smiled and looked at Pete with knowing eyes. All she said was, "Tell her we're sorry and if there's anything we can do have her let us know. You be careful son."

Pete didn't break the speed limit badly but he did make the 49 mile drive to the hospital in Poplar Bluff in 40 minutes. Considering he drove through town in Van Buren and the Bluff however he did make some pretty good time.

Pete had a little difficulty finding Becky. Finally he had to call her because the hospital would not tell him which room her mother was in. When Pete walked into the room Becky stood from her chair and walked rapidly up to Pete. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him then said, "Pete you didn't have to come here. We'll be fine. But thank you for coming."

Pete looked at the pale woman in the hospital bed. She was covered in bruises and tubing. He asked, "How is she?"

Becky pressed her lips together and just shook her head from side to side. Then she said, "She lost a lot of blood internally from the breaks. She has osteoporosis and bleeds a lot from the breaks. She had a bad concussion. I just don't know Pete. I'm not sure how badly she wants to go on either. She's been so lonesome since Daddy died and then when" Becky began crying. Finally she continued, "When my daughter got killed too and with my divorce she just sort of almost gave up I guess is the word I want to use. I just don't know Pete."

Pete stayed with Becky the rest of the day. There was little change in her mother's condition and what there was wasn't for the better. Pete went out and got another pizza for their supper. They ate it in the hospital waiting room. 

Becky's mother was in Intensive Care so they were only allowed to be with her for short times. The rest of the time they sat in the ICU waiting room. Pete and Becky were huddled together on an uncomfortable love seat when they were awakened by a doctor. 

Becky looked up at the doctor and knew. She was already crying before he told her that her mother had died. She turned to Pete and wrapped her arm around his neck. She was crying so hard her whole body was shaking. Pete wrapped his arm around her and gently held her. He kissed the top of her head and gently began rubbing his hands up and down her back.

Finally Becky raised her head and looked at the doctor. She managed to whisper, "Thank you for what you did Doctor. What do I need to do now?"

"We have all the information we need Ms. Potter. You can have the funeral home pick up your mother here any time after eight tomorrow morning." He put his hand gently on Becky's shoulder for a moment and said, "I'm sorry for your loss." He quickly turned and moved back into the hallway and was quickly out of sight.

Pete gently held Becky for a while longer then said, "Come on Honey. Let's get you home. We can take care of the rest of it tomorrow after you've gotten some rest."

Pete didn't even ask Becky. He drove straight to his parent's home and stopped the truck. Becky had been sleeping and woke up when he stopped. She looked around and said, "Pete what are we doing at your parent's house? I can stay alone. It's not a problem."

"Yeah it is Becky. You don't need to be alone now and I don't want you to be alone now. Come on. You can use my bed and I'll use the couch. We'll sort things out later. Right now we both need to get some sleep."

If Pete's parents woke up when they came into the house they didn't check on him. Pete put Becky in his bedroom and grabbed a blanket then crashed on the couch. He didn't sleep all that well and finally gave up about 5:30 a.m. He was up and sitting on the back porch with his first cup of coffee before his mother came into the kitchen. She got herself a cup of coffee and sat on the porch with Pete.

They hadn't done anything except say good morning when to his surprise Becky came onto the porch. Pete was happy to see she at least had gotten herself a cup of coffee. Pauline looked up with shock when she heard then recognized Becky.

Becky's eyes were red and puffy. Her face was mottled. Pauline said, "Becky. I didn't expect to see you here. Are you ok?"

Becky bit her lower lip. Pete could see it tremble. He jumped from his chair and wrapped his arms around Becky. She buried her head under his shoulder and began shaking. Pete turned to his mother and said, "Becky's mother passed away last night mom. I didn't want her to be alone so I put her to bed in my room and slept on the couch."

Pauline jumped from her chair and wrapped her arms around Becky also. She said, "Oh, you poor girl. Of course you can stay here. Stay as long as you want. I'm so sorry. I didn't know your momma well but she seemed like a wonderful woman." Pauline maintained the hug for a few more seconds then released Becky and moved into the house.

Without thinking Pete pulled Becky with him and sat in a glider. He pulled her onto his lap and just held her as they sipped their coffee. About thirty minutes later to Pete's surprise his mother brought their breakfast onto the porch to them. She pulled a small table in front of the glider and placed the plates on it.

Becky didn't eat much but Pete did get her to eat some of her breakfast. After she had eaten all she would Pete once again pulled her into his embrace. They just sat there for several minutes then Becky pushed away from him. She said, "I suppose I had better get started. I have millions of things to do today. Would you mind taking me home now Pete?"

Pete stood and wrapped his arm around Becky. He guided her into the kitchen and said, "Mom Becky has a lot to get done today. I'm taking her home now and I'll probably be gone all day helping."

Pauline smiled at Pete and said, "Ok son. Call us if you need anything. We'll see you when you get home."

Pete ran some errands for Becky during the day and went with her to the meeting with the funeral director. He also fielded some phone calls and visitors at her house. Like many small towns when friends found out about her loss they began bringing food to the family and checking to see if they could help in any way. Part of the day Dottie was with them. She and Becky had been friends in school although Dottie was two years older than Becky.

Pete insisted Becky come back to their home that night. She finally gave in and allowed him to take her to his house about 8:30 p.m. The next morning Pete took her back home and got her started. She finally convinced him she could cope on her own and sent him away. He invited her to stay with them again that evening but she refused.

Becky was changed by her new loss. She moped around for two weeks after the funeral doing little and letting herself go. Pete worried about her. He called and visited her every day as did many of her friends and acquaintances. Slowly she began to perk up.

The third Saturday after her mother died Becky again showed up at Pete's home to help with the old car. Pete told her she didn't need to do that and Becky said, "Pete I know I don't have to help you. Like I told you before I WANT to help you. Now I really need something to do to keep busy. I almost came out several days this week but I didn't want to intrude. Now can I please just get to work here?" To Pete's surprise and his pleasure she was almost smiling while she harangued him.

"OK, fine. I've been chomping at the bit to get her put back together. I've done about all the one man jobs I can. You feel like wrestling the body back together today? Maybe we can even get the interior finished soon to and take her for a spin."

They worked most of the day and got almost all the body back together. Becky agreed to return Monday and they would finish the body and begin with the interior. She was almost as excited to finish as Pete was.

Finally in early August Pete pronounced the car completed. He pulled it from the shop and parked it under the shade tree they usually sat under. He and Becky stood back and admired the glistening muscle car. When they heard it running his parents came onto the porch also. They all stood and admired the car while they listened to the throaty rumble of the idling engine.

After receiving his parent's approval Pete unthinkingly wrapped his arm around Becky's waist and pulled her to his side. He looked down at her and asked, "So, ya want to take her for a spin?" Becky looked up at him, smiled and nodded her head yes.

Pete and Becky separated and he watched her as she rushed around the front of the car. She opened the passenger door and slid inside. Pete rapidly slid behind the wheel. He put the 4 speed in low and they took off with a mighty roar. When he turned onto the highway he tapped the accelerator and chirped the tires. He got another chirp when he hit second gear. Becky looked over at him, smiled and rubbed her two index fingers together in the 'naughty, naughty' motion.

Pete laughed and said, "I know but I can't help it. This is just so perfect."

Pete and Becky made the rounds of town. They stopped at all three of his best friends homes to show off his new baby and even hit two of her best female friends. It was almost dark when they pulled into the local burger joint for supper. It took them forever to get into the building because of all the admirers they had to talk to. Both of them were smiling so widely it was almost painful.

They didn't leave the burger joint until almost ten p.m. Both of them were on a real high all the way back to Pete's home. After they arrived they stood in his driveway talking for several minutes. Becky put her hand on his arm and said, "Oh, Pete. I'm almost sorry we're done. I really enjoyed putting her back together. Now I don't know what to do with my free time."

Pete looked at Becky and grinned. He said, "Well I guess we'll just have to do it all over again."

"WHAT? You surely don't mean you want to take her apart again and do something else?"

Pete laughed and said, "Well no but you said you wanted to paint and freshen up your car. Now we have room here in the shop to do that." Pete looked sort of sad then and continued, "Or don't you want to? I thought we could just do it but if you don't want to."

Becky smiled widely and broke into his conversation. She said, "NO. I mean YES! I want to. I just didn't think about doing my car here also. When can we start? You know I start school again next week then the week after the students arrive. I will only have Saturdays to work again."

For the next seven weeks every Saturday Pete and Becky tore down her old Malibu. She had opted for a modified Frame off restoration. She did not intend to replace brake or fuel lines unless they were damaged and was going to paint the frame instead of powder coat it. She still had not decided if she was going to redo the interior or not. Most of the planned restoration was worn mechanical parts and a complete repainting.

On Veterans Day Pete was working on some of the farm machinery when his phone rang. He didn't recognize the number but it was one from town. He answered the phone and heard, "Daddy?" Sniff, sniff. "Daddy can you pick me up please? I need you please Daddy."

"Winona? Is that you Honey? Where are you?"

"I'm at some grungy little bar downtown."

"Downtown where Winona? Where are you?"

"Van Buren Daddy. I'm here. Please come get me. I don't know what to do!"

Is the lady behind the bar named Ginnie Winona?"

Pete heard conversation in the background and then Winona said, "Yes Daddy. She said that was her name."

"Ok. Stay there. I'll be there in about ten minutes."

Pete ran out to his truck and turned toward town. He wondered what the problem was and why Winona had come to him after more than three years of ignoring him and his attempts to see her. No matter. Even as disappointed as he was with her and as badly as she had acted she was still his little girl and she needed him now.

Pete pulled his truck up in front of the bar and rushed inside. Ginnie was talking to a pale poorly groomed young woman. They both looked at the door when they heard it open. Pete walked up to them. He was almost to them when he recognized Winona. Her hair was dirty looking and stringy. Her clothes were dingy and threadbare. This was certainly not the same young woman he had last seen at their home in St. Louis before his divorce.

Winona stood before him. She was almost shaking. Pete didn't know if she was scared, sick or both. He looked at her and heard her almost whisper, "Daddy?"

Pete felt something inside shift. He held his arms out and reached for Winona, his now 22 year old daughter. She rushed into his arms and wrapped her arms around him. He could feel her tears wetting his shirt.

Pete turned toward the door with Winona still in his arms. He said over his shoulder, "Thanks Ginnie. I'll catch ya later."

Pete stopped beside his truck and looked down at Winona. He asked, "Where's your bags Honey?"

Winona looked up at him then quickly glanced down in shame. She just held out a small back pack then crawled into his truck.

Pete tried to talk to her on the trip home. He mostly got no answer or only small simple replies to his questions. Finally in disgust he gave up.

When they got back to the farm Winona meekly followed him into the house. Pauline yelled from the kitchen as they were walking into the room, "Where did you go so fast Pete? You tore out of here like your ass was on fire." His mother turned to fully face them and stopped in shock. Her eyes got large and she almost whispered, "Winona. Oh, my God. What are you doing here Honey? Oh, it's so good to see you again."

Winona began crying and moved into her grandmother's arms. They just held each other for several moments. Pauline looked over Winona's shoulder at Pete and raised her eyebrows."

Pete grimaced and shrugged his shoulders then showed his hands palm up.

Pauline said, "Well never mind. Come on Honey. Let's get you cleaned up then I'll finish supper. You look like you're exhausted and starving to death."

Finally later that evening after the supper mess was cleared away Winona began explaining herself. She guiltily admitted she had dropped out of college and taken up with her old boyfriend. They had lived the good life dancing and partying at the club on his small inheritance. He had been given a job at his father's company but lost it just after she found out she was pregnant. They had been arguing and she ran from the house they were living in. She fell on the steps and caused her miscarriage. Their relationship never survived the job loss and miscarriage.

She moved back in with her mother but they now no longer got along. Her mother felt she had disgraced her by getting pregnant and not marrying the child's father. She and Cindy were always fighting during the year she lived with her before her mother's remarriage. After the marriage it got worse. Her step father was rude and obnoxious (according to Winona) and they didn't get along. He finally made things so uncomfortable Winona moved out to live with friends. When she couldn't pay her share of the bills because she couldn't find permanent work they finally kicked her out. Cindy wouldn't let her move back in with her and her husband. During the time they were gone she and her new man had taken out a line of credit on Cindy's paid for home to invest in a sure thing.

The sure thing failed to materialize and they lost the house. Cindy and her soon to be ex husband moved into low rent apartments. There was no room for Winona even if they would take her in. Wynona finally gave up and decided to see if her father would help. She had no way to phone and it had taken her three days to hitch hike from St. Louis to Van Buren.




Getting By Ch. 03



Of course Winona was allowed to move into her grandparent's home. They did make it very clear however that she was expected to be polite at all times and help with any and all work she was asked to perform. Over the course of the next three weeks the adults, well the older adults could see the struggle Winona still had coming to grips with her new circumstances. She had to do many tasks that she had previously believed beneath her.

After she filled out some from eating better her health improved. Between Pete and Winona's help all the jobs on the farm were finally caught up. Winona began complaining about being bored. Finally Pete snapped in his exasperation. He said, "If you're so damn bored get your ass into town and find a job."

For a moment the old Winona came out. She looked horrified and even said, "There's no job for someone like me in this little hick town. What do?" Winona stopped and slumped to the couch. She looked up at a visibly angry Pete and continued, "I'm sorry Daddy. That just slipped out. I know now I'm really not much but I want to be. I mean. Oh, I don't know what I mean. Do you really think I can find a job here? I couldn't find one in St. Louis."

Pete thought about his answer for a moment then decided Winona needed to hear the full truth. He said, "Bullshit. What you mean is you couldn't find a fancy job you and your snobby friends thought was appropriate. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt you could have found some type of work in St. Louis if you hadn't been so worried about appearances and position. Well here you take what's available and you are glad to have it. You may have to shovel shit in a barn or get your pretty little hands dirty but I guarantee if you are willing to work you can find a job even if it is part time."

Winona was crying. She hung her head and said, "I know Daddy. And you're right. If it wasn't a proper job I wouldn't even have tried to get it before. I'll do better now Daddy. I promise."

Pete handed her his truck keys and waved her to the door. He turned and headed for the shop. Winona went into the bathroom and began cleaning up before she embarked on her job search.

Pete grabbed his parent's car keys on his way through the kitchen. He quickly drove into town and went to Jack's farm store and feed mill. When he entered a very harried looking Jack looked up at him with a grin. "Hey you old fart. What're ya doin' here this time of day?"

"I'm interfering in my daughter's life. You still need someone in the mill during the day now that school's started?"

"Hell yeah. The last asshole I hired was drugged out and Jimmy had to go back to school. Why. Got someone in mind?"

"Yeah, maybe but I want you to make her sweat before you offer her the job. Winona's complaining about being bored. She's on her way into town to look for work. I don't want you to keep her if she just plain doesn't work out but I would appreciate it if you would give her a chance. She needs to learn how to work and to learn responsibility. Cindy nearly ruined her and this may be my last chance to make her grow up and learn how to be a responsible adult. I need for her to realize there are really good people who do hard physical work. I need her to learn what it means to work hard for your pay."

"Well Pete I don't need help in the store. You know that. She'll have to work in the back lifting feed and cleaning. It's dirty work and there's no heat or air. Are you sure she can handle that?"

"No Jack, I'm not but I am sure she needs to see what it's like to work until you ache then get up and do it the next day. I don't even know if she has the guts to do it but I hope so."

"Well ok if she comes in I'll take her on as a favor to you but if she doesn't work out I will have to let her go. I don't want this to hurt our friendship here Pete."

"That's fine and I understand. All I ask is you work with her for a while to see if she will work for you. If I have to I'll help you with her pay until we see if she can hack it or not but I want to try."

It was the day after Pete and Jack talked before Winona made it to the farm center to ask for work. The first day of her job search she had applied for work in all the businesses that might need office help or sales clerk help; the cleaner and more high prestige occupations. Of course she was unsuccessful so finally lowered her sights and went to the less desirable places.

True to his word Jack appeared hesitant to hire Winona. He made her beg for a chance then, reluctantly he seemed to agree. He said, "Well I don't need anyone in the store or office. All I have is a job on the loading dock and in the feed mill. It's dirty always and colder than hell in winter and hotter than hell in summer out there Winona. It's heavy dirty work. I just don't think you can do it. Hell, most boys I hire can't do it. No, I don't think so."

Winona's eyes flashed. She raised her head and said, "That's bull shit. That's also against the law. It's illegal to discriminate in employment situations. You have a job and I think I can do it. You have to give me a chance. I want that job sir. I know I can do it. How hard can it be to lift a few bags of feed anyway?"

Jack just smiled then he said, "Ok Missy. I'll give ya a try but don't come running to me when you break a nail or if your muscles hurt. You'll need heavy gloves and steel toed boots too. Wear heavy jeans and a cool shirt and be sure you wrap your tits so they don't get hurt too."

Winona flushed when Jack told her that. She almost told him off for his vulgarity then remembered her plight. She clenched her jaw and said, "Thank you. When can I start?"

"Oh, tomorrow's soon enough if ya have the boots and gloves. We sell them both here if you need to buy some."

Winona wilted and said, "I don't have any money. I'll have to see if Daddy'll loan me some."

Jack smiled. He said, "Oh, don't worry about that. You can buy them on credit if you'll sign an authorization for us to deduct the cost from your paycheck."

Winona glared at Jack then said, "Ok, fine. Where do I sign?"

For the next three weeks Winona drug herself out of bed and to work. Her body constantly hurt. Her hands were rough, her nails damaged enough she cut them as short as she could. Slowly, so slowly she learned the job and toughened up. One day she woke up and realized she didn't hurt at all. She looked at her stomach and saw muscles. Her legs were even toned better than they had ever been. She had spent hundreds of dollars at a gym in St. Louis to get a body like this and had failed.

Winona began coming home in the evenings and talking about some of the people she saw at the mill. She discussed many of them with respect. Of course she also had some she had no respect for. They were the ones who were disrespectful to her, who propositioned her or got fresh. In most of the cases Pete agreed with her assessments of the people she talked about.

One Friday afternoon Winona rushed into the house and ran straight to her bedroom then the bathroom. They heard the shower running. In less than thirty minutes she was back in the living room clean and dressed in her best jeans and cowgirl shirt.

Pete looked at her and grinned. "Big night planned honey?"

Winona blushed and said, "I hope so. Bradley asked me to supper and then we're going to a dance. He's going to teach me to do something called the two step."

Of course all during this time Pete and Becky were still working on her car. Now it was a Saturday routine. Work on the car. Stop about three or three thirty, she would go home and clean up then she and Pete went out for supper and a movie or dancing. Some evenings they stayed in Van Buren and had burgers then hit the local bar. Others they went to the Bluff. Some evenings they stayed at Becky's house.

Finally Thanksgiving arrived. It was Pete's favorite holiday. It was even better this year. Winona was back and seemed to be straightening up. He had Becky in his life and Randy was coming home for the holiday too. 

That day was perfect as far as Pete was concerned. It was the first time his whole family had been together in almost ten years. He was in the living room visiting with the menfolk while the women cleaned up after the traditional meal when that thought hit him. He heard the women coming into the living room and turned to greet them. He gave a pensive smile when he saw them. To his everlasting pride Winona was finally blossoming into a fine young woman, one he could finally be proud of. He even approved of her current boyfriend. He was head and shoulder above the vapid posers she ran around with in St. Louis. Of course he still had a soft spot in his heart for Jerrod but that ship had sailed. Bradley and Winona would never be well off if they should happen to marry. They both had no degree and would probably work hard in labor jobs for the rest of their lives. Having said that, there were worse things they could do. At least they would be hard working productive members of society.

Apparently his face showed some of the thoughts he had running through his mind. Becky moved across the room and without and false pretenses plopped into his lap. She wiggled her beautiful ass until she was comfortable then leaned against him with a sigh.

They all sat visiting and basking in the camaraderie of this special day. After a few moments of conversation Winona stood and held her hand out to Bradley. He smiled and took it. Winona looked around and said, "I am still stuffed. Bradley and I are going to walk off our dinner so we can enjoy our coffee and dessert later."

A few minutes after Winona left Randy and his wife stood and moved toward the door for their walk to settle their meal. When they left Pete decided it was time to take Becky on a little walk also. Pete led Becky out the door into the yard. They immediately moved to wrap their arms around each other. They walked for a short time then wandered into the shop to look over Becky's car. It was beginning to come back together and they were almost as proud of it as they were the beauty Pete's car had become. Strangely enough Becky's car was numbers matching also and had even been painted the same color as had Pete's when it left the factory. They were both a beautiful electric blue color. They both thought they would look really nice lined up beside each other at shows.

While they stood looking at the cars Pete turned to Becky. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in for a gentle kiss. After the kiss broke he stood looking at her and said, "Becky I had decided there would be no woman in my life after I divorced and moved back home. You have proven me wrong but I want more than we have. I want you with me all the time when you are not working. Will you marry me please Becky Potter?"

Becky looked shocked for a moment then she smiled. She stood on her tip toes and gave Pete a gentle kiss then said, "Yes. Yes Pete Youngblood I will marry you. Even after I first met you at the car show again I thought I never wanted another man in my life after the way Sherman did me. You have proven my thoughts wrong also. I desperately want you in my life always."

Pete smiled and reached into his pocket. He pulled a ring out and held it toward Becky. "This is a pretty plain ring but that is the kind of guy I am. I'm most comfortable with plain and common. I love you and this town and to me this ring symbolizes the way I look at life. It symbolizes my love and commitment to you and to simplicity. If it isn't good enough for you we can try to find one you will like better though Becky."

Becky's eyes glistened and she smiled. She held her left ring finger out and said, "No honey. That ring is fine. I would have been just as happy with none but I do appreciate the symbolism of the ring. I will wear it with pride for the rest of my life." She wrapped her arms around Pete once again and they kissed. After several moments of deep sensuous kissing the couple moved from the shed and returned to the house. Becky was holding Pete's hand when she led him into the living room. All the family was there already.

Becky looked back at Pete then moved to him and wrapped her arm around his waist. She looked up at him then rested her head on his shoulder as he pulled her tighter to his side. Pete grinned and looked at his family and said, "Well we have something else to be thankful for today. Becky has just agreed to become my wife. We have enough between us to get by pretty comfortably here in Van Buren and that is where we intend to stay after we're married."

Winona squealed and rushed to Becky to see her ring. After the commotion was over Pauline stood and said, "Well that calls for a celebration. I think we need to break out the Port to have with our dessert and coffee this evening. Come on you all. Let's move into the kitchen.

Pete and Becky decided to marry in early December. They had both been married before so didn't want or need a large wedding. They had a small affair with family and a few friends. They were going to move into Becky's house but Pete's parents had a better idea. They were getting older and really didn't want to work the farm much any longer. They suggested they trade houses with Becky and live in her house in town. Pete and Becky could live on the farm and work it. There would be room for Winona until she and Bradley married. It looked more and more as if that was going to happen soon too.

Pete and Becky managed to get by very well on her salary, his income from the taxes he did every year and the earnings from the farm. Of course they shared the farm income with his parents until they died but they still got by fine.

They lost track of Cindy. Once in a while Pete would ask about her if he saw her parents around town. Many times they would have no idea where she was or at least would not say. They did say they had not seen her since before Pete and she divorced. They were heartbroken she had cut them out of her life but were thankful they still could see the two children and even Pete occasionally. They had become quite proud of Winona and were proud as the proverbial peacocks of Randy. He was a full Lieutenant in the Navy now and had over 16 years of active duty completed.

Life goes on in small town USA. Happiness and hard work abounds.



Getting By



Jerrod had been thinking about his father's observations on Winona for several weeks now. This was the straw that broke that camel's back probably. Oh, well. He needed to take time to focus on family and getting through the next few days right now. He could think about his relationship with Winona after the services.

Thirty minutes after she hung up on Jerrod Winona stomped into the dining room at the country club. Of course that made her angrier. She knew she hadn't made the entrance she wanted—the regal entrance that let most of the people there know she was above them. She was so angry she was just totally unable to affect the attitude and composure she normally exhibited making an entrance. Instead she 'stomped' and knew she was doing it. Finally she found the table her parents were at, the table she and Jerrod were supposed to share with them and sat at her place. She looked down at the now cold meal and glared. Her mother looked up at her with worry on her face and said, "I'm sorry about the cold food Honey. I was so sure you would be on time I told the waiter to leave it for you when he served us. Where's Jerrod dear? Why were you kids so late?"

"Jerrod's not coming mother. He would rather go home to see his mother than be here with me."

"OH, you poor dear. What excuse did he use this time?"

Winona explained about Jerrod's father's death. Peter, her father looked shocked when she launched into a long complaint about Jerrod's insensitivity to her and her needs. He said, "Now Honey calm down. He couldn't help this and you know it. His father died for God's sake. Why are you here? Why aren't you going home with him Winona?"

Winona looked at her father in shock. She took a deep breath and said, "Yes he could help this Daddy. There's nothing he can do at home tonight. Hell he won't even get there until almost midnight. He could have brought me here to the dance tonight like he promised and then gone home tomorrow. We had this planned for weeks and you know it. As for being there with him for one he didn't even call me to tell me he was going home instead of coming here with me like he was supposed to do. When I called him to find out where he was he said he had been so worried about his mother he had even forgotten our date tonight. Besides, going to that hick town he calls home is absolutely the last thing I have any intention of doing. I wouldn't have gone even if he had remembered to call me and ask."

Her father stared at Winona in shock. He wondered how his sweet loving daughter had managed to grow up into such an uncaring selfish bitch. He began to tell her she was overacting when his wife placed her hand on Winona's forearm and said, "We understand Honey. I've always thought he was a thoughtless man. There was no reason for him to not bring you out here tonight. Now, let's call the waiter and see if they can get you a warm plate. The night's still young. Maybe one of your old friends will be here and you can at least enjoy part of the evening."

Peter sat the rest of the evening and pondered about his family. He had a few too many drinks as he watched first his daughter then later his wife dance with all the shallow womanizers and posers that frequented these galas. In his opinion Winona was allowing way too much familiarity from one of the young men she danced with. He would have been slightly upset had he seen Jerrod doing some of the things to Winona that he saw other men do that evening and he had been expecting Jerrod to be his son. 

As the evening progressed Peter became even more upset at his wife's attitude. After her second or third dance Peter had once more tried to reason with Winona about her attitude toward what Jerrod had done this night. All he had done was make her angrier. His attempts to make Winona understand Jerrod's actions had angered his wife. They sat and watched Winona dance twice more. She was laughing and flirting as if she had no troubles in the world. Men were almost fighting for a chance to get her out on the dance floor. Peter was glaring at his only daughter when Cynthia leaned across the table and hissed at him, "Are you just going to sit there all night drinking or are we going to dance Peter?"

Peter looked at the anger in Cynthia's eyes and pressed his lips together. He was beginning to see where Winona had gotten her attitude from. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed this in his wife before. When they had married they had been from working class families. He had gone to college then graduate school and worked his way up in the banking industry. Now that he thought about it Cynthia had always demanded more social mixing than he wanted or than was required by his position in the bank. He routinely acquiesced to her demands to attend banquets and social events in order to keep harmony in the household. He now realized at some time Cynthia had forgotten her roots and it saddened him. Worse to him was what she had turned their daughter into—a selfish self centered little society bitch.

Peter grimaced more than smiled and held his hand out to his wife. She primly took it and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor. Cynthia smiled and nodded to a few people as they walked past them on the way to the dance floor. Cynthia was stiff, still angry through the first dance. Midway through the second one she began to relax. Peter saw her staring across his shoulder and turned to see what she was staring at. Winona was plastered against one of her old boyfriends, her head on his chest while one of his hands rubbed the cheek of her ass and the other was resting on the outside of her breast.

Peter muttered, "That girl."

"What?" Cynthia saw where he was looking and smiled up at Peter then continued, "Oh, yes." She giggled and continued, "It didn't take her long to find someone more suited did it? I'm glad. He's so much better for her than Jerrod was."

"Cynthia how can you say that? Jerrod treated Winona like royalty and if I remember correctly that young man treated her like crap. Jerrod is an Engineer for Christ's sake and that boy barely made it through college. He only has a BS in General Studies. How much more useless a degree can you get? You need to talk some sense into that girl if it isn't too late already. If you don't I will."

"You'll do no such thing Peter. I know what's best for Winona and it sure isn't Mr. High and Mighty Jerrod. He's always running off for one reason or another and leaving Winona hanging. Tonight is just another instance of his high handed attitude. I'm going to do everything I can to see she keeps her backbone this time. That young man comes from a good family, a moneyed family and Jerrod's father is a damn carpenter for God's sake! Winona can do much better than a blue collar worker's son even if he is an engineer."

"Bullshit. Have you forgotten what OUR parents did for a living? Like I said, if you don't talk to her I will. I've had it with that girl."

Cynthia pulled away from Peter and said, "You'll do no such thing Peter. If you so much as say one more word in support of Jerrod you will be very sorry. And no, I haven't forgotten what our parents had to do to survive. We're above that now though and I won't see Winona lower herself to those levels if I can help it." She glared at Peter then stomped off toward the restrooms leaving him standing on the dance floor. After she had gone down the hallway out of sight Peter walked angrily back to his chair. He had finished two more drinks before Cynthia came back into sight. She looked around the room until she saw Winona and smiled. Winona was sitting at a table with her old boyfriend. Cynthia walked over to her daughter. She took a seat at the table with them and talked a few minutes. Cynthia gave Winona a gentle kiss on the cheek, stood and started toward the table she and Peter were using. Partway across the floor she was stopped by one of the other members and whisked onto the dance floor. For the next 30 minutes Cynthia danced with first one man and then another never returning to her husband's table. Peter continued to drink and glare at his wife and daughter.

Finally Cynthia returned to their table. She scowled at Peter and said, "You're drunk! Honestly, I don't know why I married you sometimes. How could you? You embarrass your daughter taking sides against her in favor of Jerrod and then you embarrass me by getting drunk here in public."

Peter looked up at Cynthia through bleary eyes. "Well Fuck You. You're just like her aren't you? Or should I say she's just like you? I can't believe I've been married to you almost 25 years and I'm just now realizing how heartless and self centered you are. Cynthia you've turned into a snob! I liked you much better when you were just plain Cindy!"

Peter stood and swayed back and forth. He looked at Cynthia and said, "I'm going home. If you're going with me come on." Cynthia stood and watched him stagger across the floor. She was shocked. She wondered what in the world had happened this evening. Jerrod wasn't even in the room and he had caused trouble. She really hated that man. Now he had even caused problems between her and Peter. It would take her weeks to get him back under her thumb again if she wasn't careful.

Cynthia scurried off after Peter seething inside. She caught up with him at the Valet Parking area. When he saw her approaching the Valet heaved a sigh of relief. He had decided Peter was too drunk to drive and was going to refuse to let him have his keys. He smiled at Cynthia and handed the car keys to her. "Looks like you had better drive Ma'am. Here are your keys."

Cynthia stomped toward the driver's door as the attendant helped Peter into the passenger seat. After the doors were closed she hissed, "You've done it again. How could you embarrass me in front of the help? This has been an evening from hell."

The day of his Father's service Jerrod got a text message from Winona. "Mother and I have taken all my belongings from your condo. Key is on the table. It's over. I can't put up with your uncaring attitude and insensitivity any longer."

He was sitting in his favorite chair at his parent's home when he read the message. There were still family and friends around visiting after the services. His mother saw him staring at his phone and walked up to him. "It's ok Honey. Call her. I'm sure she didn't mean to upset you the other night."

Jerrod looked up at Kelly and wordlessly handed her the phone. His mother gasped and dropped the phone. She wrapped her arms around Jerrod and hugged him to her breasts. "Oh, I'm so sorry Honey. This is awful."

Jerrod hugged his mother back and said, "No problem Mom. I'm not really surprised. I thought I would probably have to break up with her when I got home. This just saves me the trouble. We'd been having trouble for several weeks. Like Dad said when he met her she's really high maintenance and self centered. The only things in the world that are important to her are things she wants. No one else is important to her at all. I'm not sure she even believes most other humans are real people. I just can't socialize and party like she wants and heaven knows I don't have the social standing she thinks she deserves. It's probably for the best but it's just another kick in the ass in a hell of a week."

Over the next week Jerrod helped his mother begin the process of closing out his father's business. On Friday he wandered through his father's shop and sat in one of the chairs in the corner of the building his father used for a lounge. He had called it his man cave. His father used to rest in that corner while he took a break from his work. If his friends or a customer came in he sat there to visit unless he needed to do computer or paperwork then he used the office. During winter the old living room chairs surrounded a wood stove. In the summer they were turned and people sat looking out the sliding doors into the back yard of Jerrod's old home. Of course the woodshop was farther back in a different room for cleanliness. There was even a separate room for finishing the woodwork.

Jerrod looked around the business with nostalgia. He had learned a lot here helping his father. He had many happy times here. His father was primarily a cabinet maker and his cabinet shop was filled with the latest equipment. At one time he had employed 20 people in the cabinet shop. As he aged he cut back and went into semi retirement, working only enough to supplement his income. 

His father had started out working as a welder. He had occasionally done some welding for his friends and neighbors up until his death. He only did welding and metal work for a friend when they had an emergency but that is what had killed him. Jerrod had learned both trades from his father and at one time thought that he wanted to operate the cabinet shop or work as a self employed welder and machinist. His love of machines had turned him away from those first loves though. 

Jerrod decided to finish his father's last project in the cabinet shop before he returned to work. He called his boss to make arrangements for a few more days off. The asshole said, "No. You've already been down there longer than we can afford. Five days is more than we can really afford to spare you right now. We need you back here bright and early tomorrow morning. I have had to schedule mandatory Saturday overtime tomorrow to do the work you have missed. I expect several hours of overtime from you until you've caught up again."

"Look, I have to stay a while longer. If I don't finish this job my mother will have to hire it done and may have to pay several hundred dollars in late penalties. I think I can finish it in a week or ten days."

"Tomorrow Jerrod," Patricia said then hung up the phone without saying more. Jerrod stood staring at his cell. His anger was boiling once more. He looked around and threw the phone on the desk in the small office. Jerrod booted up his notebook computer and opened MS Word. He spent the next hour writing and fine tuning a scathing resignation letter. After he was happy with the letter he connected to the business Wireless Router and went online. He prepared a transmittal message and attached the letter to it as a file. The letter went to the president of the company, the personnel office, and Patricia, his Manager. In the letter he not only resigned but he explained why he had done so. Jerrod named names. He named times and submitted documentation showing how many times his ideas had been stolen by his ex girlfriend Patricia, now his Manager.

Jerrod had sent the e-mail at 1830. He did not expect any action on it at least until the next morning. At 1840 his cell phone rang. It was the President of the company. After the pleasantries were out of the way they discussed the resignation and the information Jerrod had sent about his two bosses. "Jerrod I'll look into your complaints and see what I can do. I really don't want to lose your talent. Are you sure there's no way I can talk you into staying?"

"No Sir. I'm sorry but this was the last straw. I'm not the only one they treat like this. A lot of your mid managers treat employees like those two do. I was probably going to resign before long anyway but after the way I was treated when I tried to get a little more time off to help my mother there is no way I can keep working there. I'm sorry. I'll be in to complete the paperwork in a couple of weeks at the latest. I think I may stay here and help Mom for a while before I find other work in the industry."

Jerrod's mother was upset when she found out he had resigned because of her. "Well Mom it's too late to change now but it was coming anyway. I'll get you caught up and then I'll find something else."

Instead of finishing the cabinets first Jerrod decided to return to St. Louis and finish his resignation paperwork. The evening after he finished his termination paperwork he was once again collapsed in his favorite chair having a drink. He looked around the room at the mess Winona had left. He became angry once more. "Fuck it," he snarled. 

Jerrod went down to the business office of the Condo association. Misty, the office girl looked up and smiled. She said, "Good afternoon Jerrod. What can I do for you today?"

"I want to sell out Misty. I'm moving back home to help Mom. Dad died a couple weeks ago and I'm fed up with the city so I'm moving back home. I want to sell the condo. Do you have an agency you recommend?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry Jerrod. We'll sure miss you." She rummaged in her desk drawer then smiled. She pulled a folder out and took some papers from it. She handed them to Jerrod. "Here is some paperwork on three agencies that work with us. Any of them is fine or you can find one on your own."

"Which one would you recommend?"

Misty looked up at Jerrod and said, "Oh, I'm not allowed to recommend anyone. I'm sorry." She reached out and took the papers back from Jerrod. She shuffled them around then smiled and handed them back to him. A different one was on top of the stack now. "I'm sure you can find your top pick if you're careful." She winked then leaned back in her chair.

Jerrod smiled and said, "Thank you Misty. I appreciate it. And I'll miss you too. You've always been very nice to work with."

Misty sighed and watched as Jerrod strode briskly from her office. She thought 'damn why do all the good ones always move on?'

A few weeks later Jerrod finished cleaning his spray gun and replaced it in its proper spot. He stood back and looked at his latest creation with pride. Finally he walked up to the dolly the new book cases were on and carefully pushed them into his special drying room. After that was completed Jerrod walked tiredly out of the wood shop and toward his mother's home. It had been almost four months now since his father had passed away. Jerrod was settled into his new life very well. He still missed his engineering job occasionally but he did not miss the deadlines or obnoxious people he worked for at all. His mother had turned the business completely over to him. He still lived with her but was thinking about finding a place of his own.

Jerrod carefully locked the door to his shop and walked toward the house. There were more lights on than usual. When he got in the kitchen he heard a large number of female voices laughing and talking loudly in the den. Crap, he thought. He had forgotten his mother was having some of her bereavement support group over this evening for a meeting. There were a couple of new widows in the area that had been convinced to attend and the group was gathered around. Jerrod didn't have anything against the group. In fact, he rather thought it was a good idea. He was just upset he had forgotten. He had been looking forward to relaxing with some good booze and kicking back tonight. This was just another reason he wanted his own place. He wasn't too pleased to have to walk through the den to get to the bathroom he used. He was filthy with wood dust and smelled like the varnish he had been spraying. Even though he worked with his hands now he still had the office worker's dread of being seen in public as dirty as he was this evening. 

The noise level dropped drastically when Jerrod walked into sight. His mother looked up and smiled when she saw him. "Girls," she said. "This is my son Jerrod. When his father died he quit his job in St. Louis and moved back home to take over the business. He has been almost as much help to me as you all have."

Kelly made Jerrod come fully into the room and introduced all the women to him. He remembered a couple of them from seeing them around before or seeing them in town. As quickly as he could he escaped and took his shower. A few minutes later he was sitting in his room drinking his Glenlivet when his mother came looking for him. She insisted he come back to the den for snacks since he hadn't eaten yet.




Getting By



Jerrod spent over an hour with the ladies visiting and to his surprise laughing occasionally at their stories. He also felt some angst when one or the other of them would spend some time talking about their departed loved ones and how the loss affected them. Not all the women were widows. Most were but some of them had lost either a child or another loved one and felt the need of the support group. One woman, in particular, seemed especially vulnerable to him. She was pale, mousy looking and seemed on her last legs physically and mentally.

After he had spent a little time with the women Jerrod finally managed to get away pleading exhaustion. He went to his room and tried to sleep. Finally at nearly eleven p.m. the noise either died down or he became so exhausted he drifted off to sleep in spite of it.

The next morning he and his mother were drinking coffee on the patio when he asked about Gail, the young woman who had caught his eye. "Son Gail is a really sad case there. That poor woman lost her little four year old girl and both her parents the same day in an accident. She had been working part time at McDonalds and living with her parents. She had left a pretty good job in town to move home and help care for her father. He was in the beginning stages of Alzheimer's and had become too much for her mother alone. They own their own home; or rather she does now on the south edge of town. Her parents had been trying to live on their social security and I'm afraid they let the house become really run down. Thankfully they had some life insurance and Gail got it but she still doesn't have a very good job. We've all been trying to help her but she refuses cash and a lot of our other donations. We're at our wits end.

A few mornings later Jerrod was in the local café for coffee and to catch up on his friends and neighbors. He was no different than many other people who lived in small town America. Jerrod frequented the local café many mornings for coffee with neighbors and a dose of gossip. He asked several of the men what they knew about Gail and where she lived. All knew of her but none knew anything very specific. She apparently kept to herself even before her family died. They did know an ambulance chaser had talked her into filing a lawsuit over the accident. Public opinion differed on the merits of the case however. Many thought she might win some settlement even if it was just to make the lawsuit go away. The accident had been caused by some of the local high school students driving recklessly after school ended. They had roared out of the parking lot as Gail's mother was approaching the driveway. The kids pulled out in front of her and she reflexively turned the wheel away from them as she slammed on the brakes. Gail's parents had been in a small subcompact car. Gail's mother lost control of the car and it went into a ditch then rolled and slammed into a tree. All three occupants died at the scene.

After coffee Jerrod drove past the old house Gail lived in. His mother was right. It was in terrible shape. There were a couple of broken windows with plywood nailed over the pane that was missing. The yard was tall and unkempt. Some shingles were missing also. Jerrod felt upset that someone was living like that. Oh, he knew intellectually that some people lived in worse but for some reason this case bothered him. He decided to see if he could help a little.

Jerrod remembered some old windows and other lumber stored in the back of the shop. He also thought there was some shingles there too. He turned his truck toward home and the shop to see what he could find that might help Gail. He loaded the shingles and returned to her house with his tools. No one was home when he arrived so he just decided to replace the missing shingles. The color didn't match but what he had was better than no shingle at all. The roof really needed to be replaced completely but his fix would take care of the worst of the problem for a year or two he hoped.

Jerrod was completing his work at dusk when Gail came driving up in her old beater mustang. It sounded like it was on its last legs and looked even worse. He did not see any body panel that did not have a dent in it. The way the Mustang sounded he was surprised it would even drive down the road. "Jerrod," she said. "What are you doing on my roof?"

"Well Gail I heard you were having some problem with your house. I had some old shingles and other material stored in the shop and I thought I could help you out a little."

"Did I give you permission to do anything with my house? NO! I don't think so. Why do you think you have the right to just begin messing with my house?"

"Look, I'm sorry if I upset you. I knocked on the door and you were gone. All I did was replace a few shingles. You need some help and I can provide it. Would you please get off your high horse and just let me help a little? I can also repair or replace some of the windows and maybe do some other repairs if you would let me. Look, this stuff was just lying around home. I don't intend to charge you anything if that is what is worrying you."

Jerrod and Gail argued back and forth for several minutes. She was still adamant that she would not take his charity. Finally he said, "OK, OK. I get it. Look, I had a part time helper but he quit the other day. How about if you help me in the cabinet shop and I will make some of the repairs here on your house for you? If you work in the shop with me we will sort of trade help with each other."

"OK, Jerrod. I do need some help here. If I can pay my way by helping you I suppose it would be OK but I want to make sure my labor covers all the cost of materials and your labor. That's the only way we will do this."

Over the next three weeks Gail worked part time with Jerrod. She kept her job at McDonalds and worked with Jerrod around her other work schedule. There wasn't much time for her to help with the repairs to her house because she was working 30 hours a week at the Mickey D's and another 20 plus with Jerrod. Many times Jerrod would go to her house and do some of the work without her. When his mother's Support Group found out what he was doing for Gail many of them showed up occasionally to help him. They repaired outside woodwork, replaced window glass and in one case the entire window. They repaired damage inside, redid some of the plumbing and fixtures then they painted. Gail's house was painted inside and out. Their last work was to clean up and mow the yard. 

On the day the projects were all completed Gail came home to find the entire Support Group at her home. Many local businessmen who had donated either time or materials to help with the project were there too. When she saw her friends there and walked through the house with them she couldn't help it. She broke out in tears and to his surprise threw herself into Jerrod's arms. She hugged him tightly and buried her head in his chest as her whole body shook with her tears.

Finally the party wound down, her friends left. Jerrod was the last to leave. As he was going out the door Gail grabbed his arm and turned him back to her. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a deep soul searing kiss. Jerrod felt himself get hard then Gail was grinding her belly against his cock. She pushed back from him and looked him in the eyes. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears. "Thank you so much Jerrod. At least now I have a house I can live in safely. I'm sorry I gave you so much trouble at first. I really do appreciate your help."

Gail smiled and continued, "I have kept track of the time you spent here and some of your personal material you have donated. I intend to work with you at least until I repay every penny you took out of your own pockets." She gave him another quick kiss then pushed him toward the door. "Now get your butt home. We have work to do tomorrow."

Over the next two months Gail became indispensable to Jerrod. She was a natural at woodworking. He could see the time when she would be as good as or better than he was. Additionally he found her to be an intriguing and sexy woman. At first they began giving each other a hello and good bye kiss occasionally then when they finished a piece they would hug and kiss. The kisses became longer and longer. Jerrod began taking Gail out for meals on weekends then they began going to some of the local clubs for a beer and dancing.

Jerrod began spending some nights at Gail's home with her. The first time Jerrod stayed with Gail he slept on the couch because he was too drunk to drive home. One night after a big job was completed they took the next step. Their drinking and friendly kissing morphed into more, much more. They slept together for the first time.

Over the course of the next several weeks Jerrod began spending all his nights with Gail. They became lovers and he was beginning to wonder if they were in love. Gail was only 7 years older than he was. That would work wouldn't it? He told Gail he loved her. She smiled and cupped his cheek with her hand then gave him a gentle kiss. "Jerrod Honey. You know it would never work. I feel a lot of affection for you. It might even turn into love sometime but it would just never work. I could never give you children. I had female problems after my first child and had a partial hysterectomy. A man needs children to carry on for him."

Jerrod was hurt. He was hurt deeply and vowed to himself he WOULD NOT lose another woman. Three was plenty. He didn't count the two girlfriends he had and lost in high school. He vowed to keep up the pressure and win her heart completely this time. He backed off. Slowly Gail began to warm to Jerrod again but she quit letting him spend every night at her house. They were now just friends with benefits. Sometimes she seemed a little distant to Jerrod but he persevered. 

Jerrod was hurt when the rumor mill let him know Gail had been seen in town with another man. He asked her about him and she blushed. "I'm sorry you had to find out that way Jerrod. A really great friend of mine moved back to town a while back. He looked me up and I have been seeing him off and on. He's just a friend Jerrod but at one time we were pretty close. I really like him Jerrod and I want to keep seeing him like I do you. I have been looking for a way to tell you for the last three weeks but I have been afraid to. I was afraid I would hurt you like those other women did and that would just kill me."

Jerrod was hurt when Gail verified the rumors. He still held out some hope though because Gail was still seeing him several nights a week and they still had sex occasionally. He felt he still had a chance with her even though she had told him she didn't think they would work as a couple. Gail seemed happy with the arrangement and Jerrod decided to accept it for a while longer before he tried again to become exclusive with Gail.

One evening after work Gail asked if they could just sit and talk in the break area before she left. She seemed nervous and looked scared. Jerrod wondered what she meant by wanting to talk before SHE left. He had offered to take her out to eat because it was Friday and they went out together a lot of Fridays. They were visiting about the day's work when Jerrod heard a car door close then the door into the shop opened. A man he had seen visiting with Gail occasionally walked into the room. Gail glanced at Jerrod then rose and rushed to the man. She wrapped him in a tight hug then gave him a quick kiss.

Gail turned to Jerrod and wrapped her arm around the man. She looked really scared this time. She took a deep breath and said, "Jerrod Perry and I have to talk to you Honey. I know you think you love me but, for me, that feeling just isn't there for you. I like you a lot and have loved our nights together but I need more and so do you. Perry and I have been seeing each other off and on for several years. He had been out of town for the whole time after you moved back. I would talk to him on the phone occasionally but we weren't together then. He came back to town about three months ago and we got back together. Jerrod he asked me to marry him and I said yes. I love him more than any man I have ever known and he says he loves me too. I couldn't just walk out on you. We had to face you with this in person.

Jerrod I know you may feel like I have dumped on you like the other women in your life did but I had to do this. I had to follow my heart. Everyone deserves happiness and love in their life and Perry does that for me. I will quit and you will never have to see me again if that's what you want but I, we would really like it if I could keep working here with you and be friends." 

Gail smiled and looked up at Perry. She placed her hand on his chest and turned to Jerrod once more. "I just don't want the benefits with the friendship any longer. I'm sorry Jerrod."

Jerrod sank back into his chair. He felt empty, hurt but for some reason the anger he had felt when his prior relationships failed didn't come. He wondered about that for a moment then the thought hit him. He knew Gail was not for him. He had never been romantically attracted to her. He had felt sympathy for her at first then love but not the deep soul searing love one should feel for a wife. It was more the love one had for a sister—no for a good friend. They had been drawn to each other because they were lonesome. They used each other to satisfy their need for closeness and sex but there was no real connection in the other ways that counted.

Jerrod looked up at Perry and Gail. He gave her a sickly smile and said, "I know Gail. I'm sorry too. I think deep down I knew we weren't meant to be. I do love you and I know you love me but not that way. I would like it if you would keep working for me and I'll try not to be a pest about the other." Jerrod smiled a little more pleasantly and continued, "I would be lying if I said I wasn't just a little hurt and I will admit I will really miss the benefits but I understand."

Jerrod turned his head to Perry and said, "Perry I hope you realize what a special person you are getting here. I hope you can overlook our past and let Gail keep working here with me. She has a real talent for this kind of work. I think she can become a big name in the business if she keeps at it. Please take care of her for me now."

Within the week it became common knowledge that Jerrod and Gail were no more and she and Perry were. Jerrod took some ribbing around the town but for the most part it was minor especially when he seemed so happy for the couple.

One morning Doris walked up and sat at his table with him. She was in her early 60's as far as he knew. Jerrod had visited with her some because she was a regular at the café but he didn't know her well. She sat and they gossiped for a while then she said, "Jerrod I know you build new cabinets and some furniture but I have a problem I would like you to help me with. I have some cabinets your father made me years ago that need to be repaired. I know I could buy new ones but I really like these because my husband cut and cured the walnut lumber they are made out of. Could you help me out and make the repairs?"

"Doris if it was any wood except for walnut I would tell you not to bother with them. That wood is so expensive I expect it would be cost effective to make the repairs. I don't normally do things like that but I suppose I can see what it will take at least."

Jerrod made an appointment to visit Doris's house and see what was necessary to repair her cabinets. She lived in another of the old houses near Gail's. Her house needed painting and some outside work also but the yard was neat and she had some pretty flowers in appropriate places.

When Jerrod entered her house he stopped in amazement. It was neat as a pin and filled with what he instantly saw was solid wood furniture. The paint was faded and the carpets threadbare but everything was clean and well cared for. All her furniture was old but it glistened. Her kitchen was filled with old appliances and was spotless. He did notice the faucets were dripping in the sink. The back screen door sagged slightly and the screen wire was rusty. He stood looking at the cabinets though with sorrow. Some of the doors were gouged and much of the finish was worn off. They needed new counter tops. The old Formica was worn through to the black undercoat over much of the work area. A couple of the doors had come unglued.

"Doris I think I can fix it all but I really can't give you a good estimate on the cost. All I can do is charge you by the hour and add the cost of materials. I can give you the exact cost for new hardware and a new counter top if that would help."

"I don't care Jerrod. These cabinets mean the world to me. I'll find the money somewhere but I have to fix them. My husband gave them to me when we didn't have enough money to hardly get by on and I don't intend to lose them. They are one of the few things of his I have left now. I don't have a lot of money but I will pay whatever it takes honey. If you would be willing could I do some of the work on them myself? I would need you to tell me how to do the work but I would really like to do it myself to save money if you think I can." 

Doris gave Jerrod a small smile as she stared into the distance of time gone by. She continued, "I helped him you know. We went out into the woods and cut the timber for them ourselves. I helped him load it and haul it to the saw mill too. We had to cut three times the amount we needed because the mill took a third of the lumber to cut it for us. Your Daddy took another third of the lumber for making the cabinets for us. I always thought he should have taken more but that is what he wanted. My Samuel helped him some and he said that was enough. I surely did love that man. Sometimes he would do without so I could have something he knew I wanted. I sure miss him sometimes."

Jerrod felt his heart cry for Doris. Just looking at her and listening to her he knew she and her husband had been perfect for each other. He was sure now the three women he had thought were "the one" had not been. He hoped he could eventually find someone like Doris and his mother had. He looked more closely at the cabinets and told Doris what she needed to do to get started. He helped her take off the doors and told her the stripper she needed to purchase to clean the old finish off them. He told her how to do the job and advised her strongly to keep windows open to let the fumes out when she began working on the installed portion of the cabinets. He even suggested she use a fan to pull the fumes out of her house. After she had stripped the doors that needed repair he picked them up and took them to his shop for the work.

Several times when Jerrod stopped over to see how the work was coming Doris was 'friendly' with him. He didn't know how to handle her. He didn't want to say anything to her for fear it would hurt her feelings but he was sure she was rubbing her big ole boobies on him on purpose. He had heard she was a real hot item with the older men in town. Several times when he left she would grab him and hug him. He felt her belly press into his crotch. She never wore a bra and kept her blouse open way lower than most women would. She was acting like what his friends in the city had called a cougar.

One evening Jerrod came over with the new counter top. It took him almost three hours to remove the old top and install the new one. Doris tried to help and seemed to spend more time rubbing her body on his than actually helping with the work. He was lying on his back partly under the sink fastening it to the counter top when Doris walked up and stood straddle him. She grabbed the sink and said, "Let me hold the sink steady for you Jerrod. Will that help?"

Actually her help centering the sink while he made the first couple of attachments would be a help and he looked upward at her to answer. What he saw surprised him. He knew she was wearing a skirt when he got there that evening. What he hadn't known was she was not wearing underwear. When he looked up he saw her bare pussy winking at him.




Getting By



Doris looked down at him and grinned. "How does that look to you Jerrod? If I hold it you can get it in easier can't you Honey?"

Jerrod lay there and stared. He felt his face heat up with his blush. "Uh, yeah Doris. That's fine."

Jerrod pulled his head back inside the cabinet and finished securing the sink. After the sink was in tightly he replaced the plumbing. After he began working on the plumbing Doris didn't leave as he wished she would. Instead she backed up a half step and squatted down to watch. Her knees were splayed and every time he looked toward her he saw her old shaved bare cooter winking at him. He became horny in spite of himself and finally had to adjust himself before he finished the work.

When Doris saw him adjust his hard cock she smiled and said, "It's a little tight in there isn't it Jerrod?"

He looked at Doris when he finished with the pipes and said, "That's done now Doris. Could you back up now please so I can get up.?"

Doris grinned wider and said, "Honey I think you've been up for quite a while now." She stood and leaned down after he moved out from under the cabinet. She held her hand out to help Jerrod stand. When he reached for her hand he looked down her loose top and saw her breasts. She was not wearing a bra and her nipples were standing up proud. They were an angry red and must be a half inch long and as big around as his finger. He unconsciously licked his lips.

After he stood Doris wrapped him in a hug and pressed her belly into his cock. She rubbed it back and forth then whispered, "Honey I have some more plumbing I would really love to have you work on now. Please?"

Doris took Jerrod's hand and pulled him out of the kitchen. He resisted at first then for some reason he followed her into her bedroom. She stopped beside the bed and turned to face him. He was still in shock and before he knew it her top was off and she was unfastening her skirt. He watched it drop to the floor and she was naked in front of him. Jarrod stared at Doris' swaying breasts as she started unfastening his trousers.

Doris freed his cock and squatted in front of him. She gently grabbed his cock and pulled it to her widely open mouth. She licked up the underside, popped the helmet into her mouth then swirled her tongue around and around. Doris looked up at Jarrod with a smile then dropped her mouth downward taking almost all of his 7" length into her mouth. She pulled back then pressed down again. Every time she pulled back she swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock.

Jerrod moaned in spite of himself and felt his hips begin to involuntarily thrust toward Doris. "Damn," he whispered. This was the best blow job he had EVER received. This old woman could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. Jerrod's knees were getting weak. He felt his seed rising. He grabbed Doris's face and tried to push her back. "I'm going to cum if you don't stop. AHHHHH." Jerrod slammed his hips forward and almost fell as his cum raced out of his balls and splattered into Doris's sucking mouth.

Doris gently jacked him while she finished sucking his seed from his throbbing cock. When he stopped pumping she gently licked Jarrod clean and looked up at him once more. She was smiling and said, "Not bad for an old woman was it Jerrod?" She looked slightly fearful and asked, "Would you mind helping me out now please? I know I'm not as young and pretty as Gail was but I have the same needs too Honey. Please?"

Jerrod gently helped Doris up and onto her bed. He finished undressing and crawled in beside her. He sucked her nipples for a moment then gave her a kiss. He began kissing down her torso heading for her bare beaver. He got past her navel before she realized what he was going to do. He was moving between her legs bending his head down to her pussy. It smelled delightful. Doris placed one hand over her cunt and the other pushed at his head. "No Honey. You don't have to do that to me. I know how you men feel about licking a woman. Just fuck me please Jerrod."

Jerrod gently pulled her hand from her pussy and said, "No Doris. You gave me a wonderful blow job. It was the best one I have ever had and when a woman does that for me I return the favor. In fact, I am one of those men who really like to go down on my women. If you really don't want me to I won't otherwise, please let me do it."

"Oh, Honey. I used to love a nice soft tongue on my little pussy. If you really don't mind I don't either."

For the next thirty minutes Jerrod pleasured Doris with his tongue. Finally she was so tender she begged him to stop. He smiled and rose above her. She watched between her splayed, drawn up knees as he knee walked up into her crotch. He leaned over her and hunched his hips. His cock hit her thigh then slid down and across her pussy lip. He adjusted himself slightly and hunched forward again. He felt the head of his cock enter her love canal. Doris smiled up at him. Jerrod thrust strongly forward and more of his cock slid into her. Doris moaned and thrust her hips upward toward Jerrod's invading cock. More of his cock slid into her. Jerrod pulled back slightly and they both thrust at once. This drove him completely inside her and their pubic bones banged together.

Jerrod moved his hips in a circular motion as he kept the pressure on Doris. She moaned once more and pulled his shoulders down. She whispered, "Thank you Jerrod. That feels so good Honey."

Jerrod pulled backward then slid slowly back into Doris. He kept up the slow gentle strokes until Doris grabbed him and pulled downward on his hips. "Faster please. I can't take more of this damn slow fucking. Pound me please Jerrod Honey."

Jerrod began rapid hard thrusts into Doris. The old bed squeaked and rattled. The headboard bounced off the wall over and over in time with his thrusts into Doris. Jerrod heard the familiar slap, slap, slap of a wet juicy pussy taking his hard cock. Doris screamed and pulled downward on his waist. She thrust her hips upward rapidly several times and stopped with her pelvis in the air pressing against Jerrod. She held him tightly to her. He smiled when he felt the flutter of her cunt contracting and releasing against him over and over while her orgasm washed through her. That was all it took for him too. He groaned and felt his cock contract and release over and over pumping his seed into his new lover.

Jerrod leaned down and gave Doris a gentle kiss. He raised himself up on his extended arms then rolled to the side to lie beside her. Doris rolled to him and threw an arm and leg over his body. She laid her head on his shoulder and they both drifted off to sleep. Jerrod woke about 2130 that evening. He roused Doris when he tried to get up and leave.

Doris lay in the bed watching him dress. There were tears in her eyes. "Thank you Jerrod. I'm sorry I took advantage of you son. Please forgive me for wanting a little of what Gail had. You know us old women don't get as much loving as we need. A lot of us don't get any after our men die. An older woman may not need as much loving as a younger one does but she still needs a man you know. Some of us only want him for companionship, some for sex and some of us want him for both but we DO want and need a man occasionally. Please don't think too badly of me. If you don't want to see me again I'll understand. That's why I waited until all you had left to do was hang the doors before I tried this. I can hang the doors if you want me to."

Jerrod smiled and said, "No Doris. I'll take care of the doors for you too." He bent forward and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead then stood. He looked down at her and said, "I don't know what to say. I'll see you in a day or two to finish up if that's ok."

Doris lay on her bed and watched Jerrod walk from her room. She moved her hand down and felt the swamp her pussy had turned into. She smiled and began rubbing her little nubbin while she replayed the night in her mind. She had her next orgasm faster than any she could ever remember giving herself since her husband had died. Young Jerrod was way better than the old coots she picked up at the Senior Center dances too. He had that youthful exuberance and stamina she missed.

Three evenings later Jerrod showed up with the doors to her cabinets. She helped him hang them and because of the closeness of the work she once again rubbed her body against him several times. Doris felt her pussy get wet and her nipples get hard and push out her loose top. Several times she saw Jerrod looking at her nipples. This only made her get wetter.

After they finished Jerrod stood looking at her. He licked his lips. Doris felt a flutter like she used to have when she was a young woman. 'He wants me,' she thought. She reached her hand out and gently touched his semi hard cock. She looked at his face and slowly reached for his cock. If Jerrod had been one of the men at the senior dances she would have been way more aggressive. With Jerrod she just gently held his cock and quietly said, "Please?"

Jerrod smiled and wrapped her in his arms. He gave her a kiss and pressed his now hard cock into her belly. Doris pulled away, smiled and took his hand. She led him into her bedroom and they undressed each other. This evening was almost a complete reenactment of the first time they made love.

Now almost every time Jerrod went to the café for coffee Doris sat with him. They visited but many wondered if there was more there? Many of the men knew Doris's reputation but couldn't convince themselves a man as young as Jerrod would fall into her bed. Some of Doris's friends began sitting with them too. One day as he was preparing to leave Edwina, one of Doris's friends put her hand on his forearm and said, "Jerrod Doris has told me about all the help you've been to her. Would you mind coming to my house tonight and giving me some help too?"

"Well, I don't usually work in people's houses. I'm not a carpenter or anything like that. What do you need help with?"

Edwina blushed slightly and looked down. "I have some plumbing problems and Doris said you could help me with them is all. Please? She said you did such a good job on her faucet."

"Look Edwina I'm definitely not a plumber. Why don't you call one? I build furniture and cabinets."

"I know but Doris said you took care of her problem and I have such a small one. Please. Won't you at least come over so we can talk about it?"

Finally Jerrod agreed to drop by Edwina's home that evening. When he got there Edwina met him at the door in a filmy gown and robe that showed more than it hid. He started to back out of the room and apologize but she grabbed him and pulled him in until she could close the door. She flowed into his arms and hugged him then gave him a kiss. Jerrod stood in shock and tried to pull away.

Edwina held onto him tightly and said, "Please Jerrod. Doris said you didn't mind helping her out and I need the same...Oh, hell, I'm too old for these games. Jerrod I need to be fucked and loved by a man just like Doris does. I'm almost ten years younger than she is and I know we can be good together too. I won't beg you but could you please just love me too? Please? I don't need a lot of time from you. I would be happy with just two or three times a month. "

As she was saying those words Edwina was rubbing her breasts on Jerrod's chest and had her hand wrapped around his cock as much as his pants would allow. Jerrod stood worrying about how he could refuse her without hurting her feelings. He felt the involuntary thrust his body made in time to Edwina's jacking of his cock. Damn it was sure starting to feel good. He felt his hips gently thrusting in time to her movements. When he didn't pull away Edwina smiled and led him toward her bedroom.

With a few variations this evening was very much like those he spent with Doris. Jerrod found himself spending time in Doris's bed about once every week to ten days. She said that was enough. Sometimes he dropped by to visit her a time or two in between their sexual trysts too. Many times they sat in the yard so neighbors could see them. They felt this gave an indication nothing was going on between them that shouldn't be. 

If possible Edwina was even more appreciative of his efforts than Doris was. She was wilder in bed and her pussy was tighter. She was the kind of fuck Jerrod had grown to love also. When she was in the throes of passion she talked, she begged, she screamed in her passion and enjoyment of the deed. Edwina cried when Jerrod insisted on going home about eleven p.m. She made him promise to return soon.

The next morning Gail noticed something wrong with Jerrod almost as soon as she arrived at work. Several times when Gail looked up at Jerrod that morning he had been standing staring into space instead of working. Mid morning he took a break and she found him sitting in one of the chairs staring out into the yard.

Gail sat where she could see his face and said, "Ok Jerrod. What's bothering you? You've been acting funny for a couple weeks now but today you are acting really strange. If you have a problem maybe I can help. You helped me a lot and I want to return the favor."

Jerrod laughed and then he snorted, "No Gail I'm pretty sure you can't help me with this problem. I have no idea what I'm going to do now."

"Well if I can't help I'll call Perry. I know he'd be glad to help you after what you've done for me, for us. We're friends and we want to help you."

Jerrod laughed out loud at that. He laughed until it hurt. Gail became angry and stood. "You asshole. I offer to help you and all you can do is laugh at me. Well FUCK YOU. I'm sorry I cared." She started to storm off and Jerrod got his laughter under control. He grabbed her arm and said, "No. Please Gail. I wasn't laughing at your offer to help me. I'm sorry." All at once he broke out into another laugh then said through his laughter, "Or maybe I am. I'm pretty sure though that you really, really don't want Perry to help me with my problem. Please sit down. I'll tell you about it and maybe you can give me an idea at least of what I can do."

Jerrod spent the next few minutes explaining to Gail what had happened with Doris and Edwina. Then he said, "So, if you're still willing to have Perry help me out with my problem when can I expect him?"

Gail laughed and said, "How about the twelfth of never stud. I'm sorry I ever offered to let him help you now. Ain't agonna happen in my lifetime."

Just then Perry walked into the building. Many days he would drop by and take Gail to lunch about this time. He looked at the two friends and said, "Whoa there Honey. If Jerrod needs my help of course I'll help him. How could you tell him I wasn't going to help him if he needs me?"

Jerrod looked at Perry then at Gail's shocked face then he doubled over in laughter again. Perry stood there looking surprised until Gail and Jerrod quit laughing. Finally he said, "OK is one of you going to tell me what's so funny?"

Jerrod was snickering continuously as he explained his problem to Perry also. Perry just sat there in shock looking at Jerrod. He occasionally glanced at Gail to see if he could discern if Jerrod was serious. When Jerrod finished his tale Perry said, "I just don't believe it. Doris and Edwina actually slept with you. I mean you screwed both of them and they want more? And you say Frances is coming on to you too?" He laughed and snorted. Through his laughter he said, "Oh, that's just too good. Jerrod the Gigolo. Sorry stud. Gail's right. I can't help you with this one."

Perry and Gail sat looking at each other for a while. Occasionally one or the other would snort and suppress a laugh. Finally Perry looked at Gail and shook his head. He turned to Jerrod and said, "You know Jerrod I'm not sure I see a real problem here as long as you're discrete. I mean none of you are married or have a steady or anything. Most of the town knows the old women at the Senior Center here in Steelville are cougars. There are way more unmarried old women than there are men. Hell, why don't you just keep on doing them? That way you all get what you need. They're happy. You're happy and no one gets hurt. Seems like a win, win proposition to me really."

Gail looked at Perry in shock and yelled out in a horrified tone of voice, "PERRY! You can't be serious!"

Perry bit his lower lip and said, "Well Honey is there any real difference between those old women and you? You and Jerrod did the same thing until we got back together." He saw Gail's face begin to cloud up and held up his hand to stop her outburst. "Look Honey, I'm not complaining or running you down. I know you were free to do that. We weren't a couple and you two more or less were. All I'm saying is they have the same right to do things like that that you or any other unattached woman does."

"I guess they do but they're so old! And besides he's uh DOING all of them at the same time."

Jerrod broke in there and said, "Whoa there Gail. I AM NOT doing them all at the same time. I have never had sex with a woman with anyone else in the room. Sometimes there is almost a week between the times I am intimate with one or the other of them and we are always alone together."

The three friends discussed the issue more and agreed unless the women became jealous or Jerrod found a younger woman he wanted to date there was really no reason for him to refuse to have sex with them unless it bothered him morally. Jerrod finally perked up and smiled at his friends. "Ok. I guess I have a handle on this now. I still feel odd but what the heck. At least we all get laid every so often and Edwina was right about one thing. We all need loving from time to time."

Jerrod stood and returned to the shop. He stood tall and looked happy once more. Gail was glad he was happier but inside she still didn't feel right about Perry's suggestion Jerrod continue pleasuring the old women.

Over the course of the next year Jerrod added two more women to his 'stable'. There was Doris, Edwina, Frances, and Hope. Hope was the youngest of the 'Cougars' at only 49. She was probably his favorite. He found himself spending every Friday night with her and sometimes Saturday and Saturday night also.

One Sunday morning in January after Jerrod had been "helping" his lady friends for several months his mother said, "Jerrod could we stay home this morning and have breakfast instead of go to the café like we usually do?"

"Sure mom. Don't you feel well? I thought you enjoyed getting out for a meal on Sunday mornings before you went to church. Is something wrong?"

"No I don't think so but I really wanted to talk to you and I didn't want anyone to overhear. I've been trying to talk to you now for almost a month and you are always gone or too busy or the time is just not right. I just wanted to have a leisurely breakfast with you and talk some if you don't mind."

Jerrod helped his mother fix the breakfast—his favorite of Denver Omelet, hash browns and wheat toast. After the meal Jerrod leaned back to enjoy his coffee. He looked at his mother and said, "What did you want to talk about Mom? 

She looked worried and didn't meet his eye. She took a deep breath and said, "Jerrod I guess I've been listening to rumors and I need to ask you about them. You are staying away from home so late now and sometimes you don't even come home at all. Do you have a girlfriend finally or what is the problem? You wouldn't believe the rumors I've been hearing about you. People are saying you and Doris and some of the other older ladies that go to the Senior Center dances are having sex. Jerrod you aren't are you?"

Embarrassment rushed through Jerrod's body. He had been afraid this day would come for several months. At least he had time to decide on how to handle it. He sighed and looked up at his mother. If anything she was blushing worse than he was. "Mom I don't know what people are saying but I can guess. I suppose it was bound to happen. I have several friends that are older. Some of them are even from your Bereavement Group. They are all nice ladies that are lonesome. They need to have a man around sometimes and I guess I am helping them out. I do small repairs and keep them company when they're lonesome."




Getting By



His mother snorted and looked him in the face. "Is that what you call it now? You keep them company when they're lonesome? You're really doing what they say you are aren't you? You're sleeping with women who are even older than I am. I just can't believe it. WHY? I just don't understand. Whatever could have possessed you to do something like that? How could you take advantage of those old women like that?"

"Mom it's NOT like that. I'm not taking advantage of them. We're friends." Jerrod smiled a little sickly smile and continued, "I guess the term nowadays is friends with benefits. I didn't go looking for them. They all came to me and I guess seduced me. Doris was the first and I didn't know what to do. I just followed her lead I guess. Then she told some of her friends and the others came to me for the same thing. I finally had to put my foot down and tell them I was not interested in adding more lovers to my life. I told them I didn't mind having other ladies as my friends but to stop letting the older women know I was available for sex. I'm afraid some still come on to me because they need a man badly. I have hurt some feelings because I won't add more women to the group. Having said that, we all decided what we were doing wasn't hurting anyone and we enjoyed it so there was nothing wrong with it."

"Nothing wrong with it? Jerrod of course there is something wrong with it. Your father and I raised you to know better than that. It's immoral and indecent. Those women are too old for you. You all should be ashamed of yourselves." 

Mom I guess I'm not real proud of myself but I'm not ashamed either. Those old ladies are my friends and we help each other. We're always careful and I would be very surprised if anyone knows for sure what we do. Or maybe I wouldn't. I'm sure some of their friends know we are intimate. I have gotten some hints from some of the other older women that I would be welcome to come spend time with them but I ignore them. Some nights I am with the ladies all we do is visit and play cards. We all get together occasionally and just visit and have fun like normal friends do. Other times I do go to bed with one or another of them but it is a mutual thing. Like Doris told me everyone has needs and what's wrong about getting them met. Don't you wish you had someone to hold and hold you, to be with sometimes?"

"Jerrod that's none of your business young man. I loved your father deeply and now he's gone. Of course I miss him and what we had but he's gone. I haven't gone out and found a man younger than my children to rut around with. How could you ask me about that?"

"Mom I'm sorry. All I meant was they're lonesome. I was lonesome. We had physical and emotional needs that we are helping each other fill. No one is forcing anyone to do anything. I'm sorry if what I do hurts you or embarrasses you but it's my life. If I embarrass you I will find another place to live so you don't have to put up with it. I'm sorry."

Jerrod stood to leave the table. His mother sat staring at him for a moment then she sighed. "No Jerrod. You were right. We all have needs and one thing I need is my son here to keep me company. That is all I need from you though young man. Do you understand me? And please be more discrete. I hate to hear about your shenanigans from the preacher and those old biddies at the church. Do you know how embarrassing it is to know my son is a gigolo?"

"Mom I'm NOT a gigolo. I have never taken money from those women and I have no intention of doing so. All I am is their friend. I'm someone who helps them through their lonesome lives. Now are we done here?"

Over the course of the next several weeks Jerrod and his lady friends settled into a strange relationship. He saw his mother every weekday morning and at noon while he was working at the cabinet shop. After he quit working for the day he quickly showered and took off for the home of one of his friends except for Thursdays and Sundays when he stayed home with his mother. Sometimes he came home at night and other times he didn't. He probably wasn't getting sex any more than a married man did. Many nights all he and his 'date' did was visit and enjoy each other's company. Sometimes he and his women and some other elderly friends all got together for a visit or meal. He averaged sex with Doris, Edwina or Frances each about every ten days. For some reason each of the ladies had chosen a specific day for him to visit. Doris was Monday, Edwina Tuesday, Frances Wednesday. Jerrod spent Thursday with his mother and Friday he spent with Hope because she liked to go out more than the other ladies did. Many Friday evenings they went to Centerton for a nice meal and then dancing.

Jerrod spent the entire night with Hope when they were together and they almost always had sex. The dancing and nights out always seemed to inflame her passions. One Friday night about 3 a.m. Jerrod and Hope were going at it as they normally do. He was between her legs slamming his cock deeply into her over and over like she enjoyed. She was screaming out her pleasure while her fingers raked across his back. She was slamming her pelvis up to meet him thrust for thrust.

Just as they were both about the go over the edge Hope's bedroom door slammed open and bounced off the wall. Jerrod was so startled he jerked his cock from Hope just as they both came. His seed spewed out and all over Hope and the bed. He was turning his head toward the door when he was hit in the side. He felt instant pain shoot through his body as he rolled off the bed onto the floor.

Jerrod rolled into a ball clutching his side when he saw denim covered legs come into view. He looked up and saw a young woman holding a ball bat glaring at him. "You just stay right there asshole. If you move before the police get here I'll beat you til you never move again."

The woman turned to Hope who was still staring at her and said, "Are you ok Mom? Can you call the police or do I need to? He didn't hurt you did he?"

Hope was crying and shook her head. She shook her head no and jumped from the bed. She knelt beside Jerrod and gently rolled him over. She placed her hand on his cheek and said, "Are you ok Jerrod Honey? Can you move? Do you need an ambulance?"

"MOM! Get away from him before he hurts you again. Why are you worried about that asshole anyway?"

Hope looked up at the woman and said, "Barbara Honey he wasn't hurting me. Now put the bat down and help me get him into bed then you go get some ice and a wet washrag."

Jerrod grimaced and groaned slightly when the two women lifted him and helped him back into Hope's bed. Barbara went for the ice and rag her mother requested. Jerrod had a large spot where Barbara hit his hip and side that was rapidly turning black. Hope wrapped the ice in the rag and gently placed it on the injury.

Hope covered Jerrod with the sheet and put on her robe. She sat on the edge of the bed and laid her hand on Jerrod's forehead. She looked up at the young woman standing staring at her. "Barbara I'm sorry you saw that. What are you doing here anyway? Where's Toby?"

Barbara sank into the chair in her mother's bedroom and began crying. "I've left him momma. I'm going to file for divorce. I caught him cheating on me again tonight so I packed up and came home to you." She looked over at Jerrod and continued, "Since you're so calm and concerned for that man I assume I jumped to the wrong conclusion. I'm sorry mom. He's a little young for you isn't he?"

"Honey this is Jerrod. I guess we're what you young folks call friends with benefits. He has sort of adopted some of us lonesome ladies here in town since he moved home when his daddy died."

"My GOD. You mean he, uh, you're not the only one he, uh takes care of?"

Hope smiled and gently said, "No Honey. There are four of us that I know of. Doris sort of introduced us to him. We all get together sometimes and play cards or visit and he spends some alone time with us. We just keep each other from being so damn lonesome."

"Doris? That skank from the dances? You mean you still run around with her? And he is with all of you?" Barbara blushed and continued, "I mean, how could you all be together at once?"

Hope barked out a little laugh and said, "No Barbara. NOT like that. I mean we visit and have meals together sometimes. We're friends. We also have some alone time with him from time to time. If we're alone we do whatever we feel like. Sometimes we just visit or cuddle, sometimes we go out and sometimes we do other things."

Jerrod drifted off to sleep and the women went into the living room. Hope looked at Barbara and said, "Honey I'm sorry about Toby. I always knew he was trash. He was like that growing up. You know I tried to talk you out of marrying him but you thought you knew best. Now that's all I'm going to say about that. Of course you can move back home if you want to but Barbara you need to know if Jerrod wants to I'm still going to see him along. He's the best thing that has happened to me since your father died and I'm not going to run him off."

Things were a little strange and uncomfortable at Hope's house the next few weeks as Barbara settled in. She still didn't like the idea of her mother's lover being her same age and she especially didn't like trying to sleep the nights they were making love for hours on end.

To his sorrow Jerrod and her friends had to watch Doris begin sinking into infirmity. She was now almost 66 years old and looked older. Her memory was slipping slightly and she was taking heavy doses of medication for almost uncontrollable high blood pressure. Her hard life and poor eating habits had caught up with her. Jerrod still spent time visiting with her and some evenings he even slept with her but it had been months since they had sex. A time or two they did use KY to lube Doris up before they quit having sex but the intercourse was not pleasurable for either of them. They sadly decided that unless she got better there was no reason to continue that part of their relationship.

Jerrod and his group of lady friends became more and more worried about Doris. She was slowing down. It had been several months since she and Jerrod had sex by now. One day Frances called him at work crying. "Jerrod," she said, "We had to put Doris in the hospital this morning. I hadn't heard from her since Tuesday morning so dropped by to see her. She was lying on the kitchen floor. The doctor says she had a stroke Jerrod. I know she would like it if you can get out to visit her."

Doris recognized her friends but the stroke had affected her speech. She lingered on for another three days then in the night she had another stroke and died. Jerrod was at Hope's home that evening when they got the word. All the friends gathered there to grieve. Jerrod sat with his arms resting on his knees. Tears were running down his cheeks.

The old women were sad but they weren't crying like Jerrod. Barbara was scurrying around trying to make things easier for the women and Jerrod. When she saw him crying she sat beside him and wrapped her arm around him. She let her head rest on his shoulder. She didn't say anything for a long time then she said, "You loved her didn't you Jerrod?"

Jerrod nodded his head and said, "Yeah. She was sort of like the grandma I never knew and a girlfriend and friend all rolled into one." He raised his head a little and looked at the other ladies in the room. He licked his lips and continued, "I love them all and I hate the thought of this happening again. Seems like every woman I get close to leaves me or dies or something."

Jerrod was more upset at Doris's passing than the ladies. Since he felt closer to Hope he spent most of his free time with her. His mother didn't understand and was a little hurt by his attitude. She had tried to comfort him and felt rebuffed. The first Monday after Doris was buried Jerrod was at a loss. Gail worried about him and finally sent him home in mid afternoon.

Jerrod wandered into the house but couldn't relax. He had nowhere to go. He drank three beers and just walked out. He got into his truck and drove over to Doris's house. He used his key and went inside. He crawled into her bed and went to sleep with his head on her pillow.

Jerrod had ignored his mother when he left that afternoon. She had been talking to him and he just stared through her. He didn't answer any of her questions about where he was going or when he would be back. She knew he usually spent Monday evenings with Doris. About ten p.m. she began calling him to check on him. He didn't answer his cell phone. Finally in desperation she began calling the women she knew he visited to see if he was ok. Of course none of them had seen him so they all began worrying. Hope was frantic and rushed out of her house to try and find Jerrod. Barbara offered to help her search. The town was small so the two women hopped in their cars and began driving the streets checking at all the places he might be.

Barbara was the one who had the idea of checking at Doris's old house. When she pulled into the yard she found Jerrod's truck there. She knocked on the door but got no answer. Finally she walked into the dark house. She was afraid of what she would find but she searched on. When she got to the bedroom she found Jerrod curled up hugging a pillow sleeping.

She gently sat on the bed beside him and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Jerrod," she whispered. "Are you ok?" She shook him gently to wake him. Jerrod rolled slightly and looked up at Barbara. She could see the sorrow in his face. "Jerrod are you ok," she asked again.

This time Jerrod heard her and nodded his head yes then said, "Yeah, I'm fine. What are you doing here?"

"Your mother was worried about you. When you didn't answer your phone she began calling all your friends and we got worried when none of us could find you. Can I do anything for you Jerrod?"

"No. I just need to be alone."

"NO! That's the last thing you need Jerrod."

Jerrod just rolled away from Barbara again and lay quietly. His breathing was broken up and his eyes were watering slightly. Barbara rose and walked quietly from the room. When she got to the living room she called Kelly and told her she had found Jerrod at Doris's old home and that he was fine. "He was asleep when I got here Kelly. I woke him up and he said he was ok then just rolled over and went back to sleep. I don't think there is anything wrong with him except he missed Doris. He's in her bed hugging her pillow. I'll stay here with him tonight to be sure he does ok. Would you call everyone and let them know I've found him?"

Barbara sat in the dark living room for a while then exhaustion overcame her. She heard Jerrod moaning and muttering so she walked into the bedroom once more. He was still hugging the pillow. Barbara lay on the bed behind him and spooned up against his back. She wrapped her arm around him and held him to her.

When he felt Barbara snuggle against him Jerrod relaxed and dropped off into a deep sleep. Barbara rapidly dropped off to sleep also. The sun hitting her in the eye woke her the next morning. Jerrod was still wrapped in her arms. She lay holding him and felt herself moisten slightly. It felt so good to wake up holding a man again. She smiled to herself and thought I know why those old women enjoy Jerrod so much.

Jerrod woke and felt the very feminine body behind him. He was disoriented for a short time then he recognized his location. After all he had been in this bedroom many times in the past. He knew Doris was dead but he didn't know who was holding him. He moved away from his sleeping partner slightly and turned to face her. He was positive it was female because of the nice breasts pushing against his back and because of the feminine hand and arm around his chest.

His eyes opened in shock when he saw he had been snuggling with Barbara. He pushed back a little farther and said, "What are you doing here?"

"Your mother got worried about you Jerrod and called all your friends hunting you when you didn't answer your cell. Remember I told you that last night when I found you? Since none of us knew where you were we decided we needed to find you. I don't know why I decided to come check on Doris's old house but I did. I came in and found you sleeping on her bed. I woke you but you didn't want to move. I decided to just stay with you last night to be sure you were ok. Remember?"

"Yeah, I'm ok I guess. You didn't have to stay here though. I know how you feel about me and your mother. I'll be fine."

The two acquaintances were just laying looking at each other when they heard a door close and voices in the living room. Kelly yelled, "Jerrod are you back there? Are you ok Honey?" There were footsteps coming closer then Kelly and Hope walked into the bedroom. Jerrod rolled away from Barbara and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked up at his mother in time to take a Styrofoam cup of coffee from her hand. Hope handed a similar cup to Barbara.

Barbara sat on the side of the bed beside him and wrapped him in a hug. His mother sat on the other side of him and tried to do the same thing. She gave him a gentle kiss and said, "We were so worried about you son. Please don't ever do something like that again."

The three women talked Jerrod into leaving with them. They made Jerrod ride to the local café with Barbara where Jerrod, his mother and all his remaining lady friends had breakfast together. Jerrod rode with his mother back to Doris's house after breakfast to get his truck then followed her home so he could go to work.

Jerrod healed over the course of the next few weeks but at times he still missed Doris greatly. All of the friends did. Jerrod found himself attending some of the support group meetings with his mother too. Somehow Jerrod added Doris's Monday to the days he spent with Hope and Barbara. He also found himself looking forward to seeing and talking to Barbara as much or more than he did Hope and definitely more than he did the other two ladies. He was glad he and Barbara had become such good friends. He felt great when she saw him and gave him that 1,000 watt smile. He loved some of the conversations they had with each other too.

Many evenings when he got to Hope's house he and Barbara would sit on the couch and talk. She seemed to sit closer and closer to him as time progressed. A time or two he would look up and see Hope watching the two of them as they talked and visited. He couldn't describe the look on her face. Was it puzzled or sorry or what? He didn't know and didn't know why she had started looking at him that way. 

He felt odd now visiting Hope in her house and sleeping with her. Sometimes the look on Barbara's face when he and Hope left for a night on the town almost hurt him. She looked so sad and lonesome. One evening when he got there he saw Barbara smile when he opened the door. She walked up to him and gave him a quick hug then a gentle kiss on the lips. She stepped back and said, "Mom's about ready Jerrod. You doing anything special tonight?"

Jerrod looked up and saw Hope standing in her hallway looking at them once more. He smiled at her and turned his attention back to Barbara as he said, "No, not really. We're just going to town for a nice meal and then we'll catch a movie." He started to walk past Barbara and had a thought. "Hey," he said. "Why don't you come along with us?"

Jerrod looked up at Hope and saw a strange look on her face once more and said, "You don't mind do you Hope? I'm sorry I should have asked you first."

Barbara felt her heart lurch when Jerrod asked her to come with them then it sank. She knew she couldn't do that. She was interfering with her mother's life way too much as it was. She looked at her mother and saw a strange look on her face. She knew she didn't want her to go and be a third wheel.




Getting Carried Away



The text message came through at 7:00 in the morning.

"I'm going to be in town with the kids and would love to see you."

The "kids" were the children from Carrie's school where she served as principal.

"I'd love to see you but don't you have to chaperone?" 

"Not this time. They have more than enough."

"Lunch?"

"No. Hotel."

Carrie and I had been friends in college. I lusted after her but, being involved, nothing happened. Carrie was the one that got away and then came Facebook. We found each other again and, after 20 years, we'd met for dinner and had an explosive night together in a hotel room. I felt myself growing stiff just thinking about all the fun we'd had that evening. Six months later and she's in town so of course I want to see her.

"I'll let work know I'm sick today." I tell her without giving it a second thought, "I'll be in the hotel lobby waiting."

"See you around 11."

I didn't have to tell her which hotel, she knew. 

I arrived at the hotel and paid for the room and had been there about 10 minutes when I spotted Carrie making her way through the revolving door. She was easy to spot with her red hair flowing, sunglasses pushed up on her head. She smiled when she saw me and gave me a hug which, leaning down, I turned into a kiss. The kiss deepened and we stepped into each other pressing our bodies close. Carrie broke the kiss taking a step back, chest heaving and blue eyes sparkling. 

"I've got a confession to make," she said with a grin.

"Oh? What might that be?"

"I might have used BOB on the way over."

BOB is her battery-operated boyfriend, a blue vibrator that she'd bought after her divorce. I knew that she had BOB as I'd heard a lot about him but I was surprised that she'd brought him along much less made use of him.

"So you aren't wearing any..." I started to say.

"I was but they're in my purse now," and opening her purse she shows me the panties that lay there and I can just see, next to them, a slim blue vibrator. 

Pressing the button for the elevator we step inside and I hit the button for the 12th floor. "Let me see BOB," I ask and Carrie opens her purse again and hands him to me. I turn it on and I lift Carrie's dress and press BOB between her legs. Carrie widens her stance and lets out a moan as I run the vibrator over her already sensitive clit. 

"Did you cum?" I ask.

"No, I didn't have time to finish. I'd like to though."

The doors open and, turning off the vibrator, we make our way to the room. We open the curtains and then I lead Carrie to the office chair and pull her down onto it. Sitting on the floor in front of her I lift Carrie's dress up and place her legs over each arm of the chair. 

"You shaved," I comment remembering the patch of red pubic hair that had been there last time.

"I thought you might like it bare," Carrie says with a nervous giggle.

I take BOB into my mouth and I can taste her on the device. Salty and sweet it's a taste like no other and I love it. It's all I can do not to kiss her thighs and take my own taste from the source but we've got time for that later. I turn BOB back on and I rub him gently over her smooth skin and then guide it to Carrie's clit. With her legs open to me I lick my middle finger and guide it inside her open pussy. I push in as deeply as my finger will go and I comment on how wet she is.

"Oh god...don't stop what you're doing," Carrie pants as I press the vibrator to her clit. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit," is her only response. I can tell she's already close to an orgasm as her pussy widens and so I quickly take advantage and slip a second finger inside her. It doesn't take too much effort once I begin fucking Carrie with my long fingers while keeping the vibrator just where it is on her clit. And then I feel it...as spasm after spasm pushes at my fingers and they get soaked. 

"Fuck me now," Carrie demands as she grabs the vibrator from me, turns it off, and uses her foot to push me away. Standing up she walks on shaky legs to the bed and crawls onto it on hands and knees. 

I start to undress. "Just take off your jeans and fuck me," Carrie demands.

I slide my jeans off and pull my hard cock out of my boxers. Getting on the bed behind Carrie I lift her dress over her waist and guide myself into her wet pussy. I thrust forward as Carrie pushes back so that I'm quickly buried inside her. 

"Stop," she says and I do as I'm told when I feel her pussy tighten and loosen around my cock. "You like that?" Carrie asks but not waiting for a response because she knows I like it from the moan that escapes my lips, she again demands that I fuck her.

Grabbing Carrie's hips for leverage I try to bury myself even deeper inside of her and then I tighten my muscles and make my cock jump inside her. "Two can play that game," I say as I pull out and then slowly start to enter her again.

"I don't want it gentle, fuck me," Carrie yells.

Grabbing her hips tighter I oblige pumping in and out fast and hard. Slamming back inside her the slap of skin against skin. I'm getting close and so releasing her hips I grab a handful of her long red hair tangling a hand into it as I smack Carrie's ass. I want more. I want something else and then I know what I want. I pull out of Carrie's pussy and using her hair I guide her head to my swollen cock. 

"Open up," I command and when Carrie does I slip my cock inside her mouth and grabbing her hair with both hands I begin to fuck her mouth. I look down and see Carrie's lips form a smile around my hard cock. She swirls her tongue around the head of my cock and in only a few more strokes I too have my own powerful orgasm. I consider releasing my hold on Carrie so she can go into the bathroom and spit out my cum when I hear her swallow my load. Finally releasing her hair she continues to suck and lick me. "Just a little clean-up," she manages to say. 

"You need the same," I suggest and Carrie releases me and turns onto her back. I kiss down her body until I'm positioned between her legs. 

"Look at how wet you are," I say and I take a long slow lick of her wet glistening pussy.



Getting Caught



I met my future ex-wife in a coffeehouse located in scenic St. Louis County. Okay my future second ex-wife to be more precise. I had already met and divorced my first one and was not really in the mood for another LTR (long term relationship). I was however quite eager for a slutty princess to whisk me away to orgasm land and fuck me and suck me for my happily ever after. I was playing cards in a corner booth when she walked in and damn but she fit my slutty princess criteria to the fucking nines! A redheaded Japanese school girl, with nice tits and an ever better ass, dressed like she was ready to be bent over and fucked right in the middle of the coffeehouse. Her long scarlet mane fell damn near to her bubble shaped ass which was barely covered with a short skirt of plaid design. The white blouse she had on had the top three buttons done and the rest of the shirt was tied underneath her bouncing cleavage. She had a flat muscular stomach with a cute little belly button piercing that looked like an anarchy symbol. I was definitely in lust!

"Cutter... you're staring..." Father Michael 'No-Mercy' said as he snapped his fingers in front of my eyes.

"My wet dream girl walks in the door and you expect me not to?" I said.

She stopped at the counter and ordered something and looked around the coffeehouse and met my unflinching gaze and we smiled together. I waved her over and she nodded.

"Oh my fucking god dude... how did you do that?" Carl 'Gun Shy' Liston asked.

"She is a wild animal... the key is never to show fear," I said as her drink was ready and she walked over to the table. "Have a seat beautiful."

"Thanks... you new around here?" She said planting that fine ass right next to me and scooting over until we touched.

"Fairly... a couple of months and you," I asked laying a hand on her thigh and heard a soft purr escape her lips.

"Oh I've been coming here since it opened," she said smiling her feral grin.

"Name's James Carter, but everyone calls me Cutter."

"Mmm well Cutter my name is Lindsey Kobayashi, but you can call me Thumper, everyone does."

"Kobayashi... that's like Smith or Jones in Japan isn't it," I asked. 

The collective gasp around the table was loud and the silence that fell complete until she smiled and actually laughed. The guys looked at me and then Thumper, the confusion was evident.

"I've never heard it put like that before but yeah that about sums it up," she said still laughing and oh what a sexy sound it was.

"I like your laugh Thumper..." I told her squeezing her thigh.

"I like that you actually got me to laugh in record time. Most guys are intimidated by me but you... if I let you; you'd eat me alive wouldn't you?"

"In a heartbeat," I said looking deep into her eyes as I slipped my hand under her skirt and found her naked pussy slick with need.

"Mmm," she moaned, "...you are a naughty boy... I can see all the dirty things you want to do to me in your eyes."

"And..." I said as two of my fingers slid between her pussy lips, "does that frighten you?"

"What do you think?" she asked as her talented pussy muscles began to squeeze my fingers.

"I think after you finish your drink we need to take a nice long walk and get to know each other."

"You read my mind..." she practically moaned.

I turned and utterly ignored Thumper as I finished my game of cards one handed. We were playing Spades and so I had my hand laying face down and fed my partner all my low cards as he took trick after trick. Okay maybe not 'utterly' I was still fingering her pussy and she was still squeezing my fingers for all she was worth. I couldn't wait to feel those talented muscles squeezing something else. After that last hand of cards Thumper leaned over and grabbed a napkin and I pulled my fingers free and she dutifully wiped them clean. 

"That was refreshing," she said grinning wickedly.

"I'm glad you found something to take the edge off your thirst."

"Are they talking about sex," Carl asked.

"Yes we are Carl..." she gave him a devastating smile.

"You know Carl?" I asked surprised.

"Yeah... it's been what two years now?" Thumper said.

"That sounds about right..." Carl looked up embarrassed and was actually blushing.

"Sounds like something interesting happened," I said searching out for the story.

"I was going to Archon and I wanted a costume but I have no talent for making those sorts of things," Thumper said smiling. "So Carl offered to make me one... for the Sci-Fi convention..."

"The Princess Leia metallic bikini..." Carl said.

"Damn I looked good in that," she purred.

"I bet you did," I said, "So Carl why the blushing?"

"The final fitting was a bit... how would you describe it Carl?"

"Um... hands on."

"You dog you!" I said smiling.

"He has very... dexterous fingers... don't you Carl..."

I watched Carl wiggle his fingers and his infectious smile was soon on everyone's lips. 

"I need a breath of fresh air," I said and Thumper simply nodded and rose allowing me to follow her out the back door to the parking lot.

"Which car is yours," she asked and I pointed to the convertible mustang. "Classic?"

"Yep, has the original Shelby V8 in it."

"Have anything against road head," she asked licking her lips.

"Not a damn thing," I said moving my arm around her waist and leading her to the passenger side.

I opened the door and lady-like she slid onto the leather seat and ran her hands over the material.

"Very sensual..." she purred as I closed her door.

"I know the perfect road to drive..." I said getting into the driver's seat and firing up the engine.

The unique staccato sound and vibration from the engine seemed to send her into a whole new level of arousal. She seemed entranced as the car pulled out of the parking lot and lunged forward with a grace and power only a mustang could perform. 

"Where did you buy this," she asked over the sound of the wind.

"Didn't... my older brother gave it to me for my 21st birthday."

"Lucky bastard!" she said smiling.

"It didn't look like this when I got it trust me. A lot of hard work and love went into fixing it up."

"Did the Shelby come with it?"

"No, I lucked into it. A friend of mine was restoring one of his own and some fuckers stole it right off the driveway. Luckily the engine was in the garage under lock and key."

"Didn't he have a car alarm?"

"Yeah... cutting edge one... they were pros."

"Damn! Keep this baby safe... I am hoping to break in the back seat if things go well."

"You don't fuck on the first date?"

"Oh but I do, but uh technically this isn't a date," she said grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"What would you call this then?"

"Mmm... an interview... I suck your cock and if I like what I see and taste... you get a date."

"I can live with that," I said turning onto an access road to a state park. "Ready?"

"Yes indeed... leave everything to me lover-bear..."

She reached over and began to rub me through my jeans and let out a low moan as I grew hard under her caress. She licked her lips and traced the outline with a finger before deftly unzipping my jeans and freeing me with great ease. Her cool fingers on my warm flesh made me almost painfully hard. 

"Ooh I like," she purred. "You have a beautiful cock... nice length and thickness and the mushroom shaped head will open my pussy very nicely indeed."

"I am glad you approve..." I began but she cut me off.

"I must see how you taste now... then... maybe..."

She leaned over and lowered her eager mouth to the head of my cock. Her tongue licked and her lips wrapped around the head and a soft moan from her sent shivers through me like sensual lightning. Slowly her head moved down to take two or three inches into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around tip and shaft like an ice-cream cone. Again she moaned and I groaned loud enough for her to know how much I liked it.

"Mmm that feels amazing," I told her.

Her head began to move now taking more and more of me into her mouth and throat as she began to deep-throat me. She pressed her lips against the base of my dick before her head began to bob up and down. I was groaning and moaning to beat the band and her tongue and mouth were working their magic on me I ran fingers through her hair with my free and she purred around my dick and I growled for her.

"MMM I hope you like the taste... I sure would like to bend you over the back seat tonight..."

My cock began to swell a bit and she wrapped her lips around the head and began to lick and stroke her small hand with nice long motions and I felt my toes curl.

"Oh god damn girl... gonna... OH FUCK!!!" I shouted as cum pulsed down her greedy throat and she swallowed every last drop.

She even continued to stroke and lick until she had milked me dry.

"I take it you like the taste," I asked.

"Find a place to park..." she moaned as she lowered her head to my cock again and worked on getting me hard again.

Thumper's ass was high in the air and she was looking over her shoulder at me.

"Like the view lover," she asked.

"Love it... bet it feels better than it looks..."

"Slide that fat cock of yours into me and find out... NNNNNNnice and slow... I want to savor this moment."

I knelt behind her and teased her pussy lips with the head of my cock and she growled/purr then I positioned the head between her lips and let just the tip slide in.

"MMMMMMore..." she begged, "Give me more of it."

"Say please..."

"Please slide that fine cock of yours into my tight little pussy."

I fed her two inches and stopped.

"NNNNNN you are killing me lover... but I love it!"

"You want more?"

"Yes please..."

I slid another two inches in and stopped.

"NNNNN that feels sooooo good..."

"More," I asked.

"Yes give me the rest... slowly..."

I moved my hips gradually and watched intently as the rest of my dick slid into her... the moonlight gave her skin an almost milky cast to it and the mix of pine and her musk was intoxicating. I had almost impaled her with all ten inches when her eyes widened and I stopped.

"Okay..." she said, "now fuck me nice and slow lover-bear..."

I grabbed her ass cheeks and dug my fingers into her flesh and started slowly thrusting in and out of her. We were panting in time with one another and she began to thrust her hips backward now and her breathing got more and more labored. Her pussy gripped and squeezed me as her first orgasm hit her. 

"MMMM that was amazing... you can move your hips faster now if you want..." she said coyly.

I began to thrust faster and harder into her and she began to moan louder and louder and she was pushing against me harder now.

"OH God! Fuck me!!" she emphasized by squeezing me with her talented pussy muscles.

"Your pussy is so fucking tight..." I grunted. "...feels so good wrapped around me!"

I brought my right hand back and slapped her ass cheek and two things happened. First her pussy squeezed me in a death grip and second she climaxed... again.

"Oh this is too good to be true..." I laughed and as I thrust into her I would slap her ass and about every fourth or so slap she came like gang busters!

Soon we were both covered in a light sheen of sweat and I felt my toes curl and she felt my cock swell inside of her and she was begging me to spray her ass with cum. I continued to thrust and she drove her hips back in sharp movements burying me as deep as I could go and with a howl of release I yanked my cock from her and painted her cheeks with cum. I sat back and caught my breath as she reached into her purse, got some baby wipes out and cleaned up. After a little bit we were snuggled in the back of the car and she was literally purring in my lap.

"So... what are you doing tomorrow night," she asked.

"Um... nothing after eight o'clock..." I said smiling.

"You are now," she said pulling me into our first kiss.

We moaned together as the contact deepened and I felt myself grow hard. She rubbed herself against me and growled into my mouth.

"You are hard... again??? I am in lust..." she said as she adjusted her position and I sank into her depths once more.

I rolled into my office at nine o'clock and my secretary was glaring at me for a whole ten seconds.

"You are an hour late... what did you get lucky last night?"

I just looked at her and smiled.

"Oh my god you did... so when do I get to meet her?"

"Coffee... then maybe I'll tell you about her... jeez!"

I had barely sat down and Cindy my friend for years and years and secretary for a little over a year brought me my favorite mug brimming with dark bitter goodness.

"You're a goddess..." I said sipping from my mug.

"You usually don't say that unless I'm on my knees... taking some of the stress off..."

Cindy is also a cock hungry slut with a sex drive that rivals my own. She is a very attractive blonde with store bought tits, from her long time boyfriend now long gone, and an ass you could actually bounce a quarter off of. I know... because I have done it on more than one occasion and won a few drinks for us. 

"Cindy... you are such a slut... I guess that's why I keep you around."

"No you keep me around because your business would suffer otherwise."

"True... so fill me in..."

"Two weddings and a private shoot today. The first wedding is at noon and the second is at five with the private shoot to follow directly afterwards."

"Remind me..." is all I had to say.

"The bride wants some steamy shots of her honeymoon outfits plural for her hubby. Apparently and I quote, 'my husband to be wants some naughty pictures when he goes back overseas' unquote."

"That could prove interesting..." I said smiling.

"Do I have to remind you...? Don't Fuck The Bride! This paints your business in a negative light."

"I will do my best..."

Cindy smiled and reached over and pulled down one of my private photo albums. She set it in front of me and opened it to a bride on her knees sucking me off... then another of a different woman bent and getting fucked from behind by yours truly... and she turned a good five pages before looking up not smiling.

"Each and every one of these women is now DIVORCED," she raised her eyebrow in that 'I'm not amused' look. "Keep your dick in your pants please!"

"I said I'd do my best."

Sigh. Cindy rubbed the bridge of her nose before shaking her head.

"I don't know why I try."

"Don't be like that Cindy..." I said standing up and moving behind her.

"Oh no you don't..." I kissed the back of her neck and her ass pressed against my crotch. "...no... you aren't going to..." I nibbled at her ear and cupped her tits and teased her nipples. "MMMMM you are an evil fucker you know that?" I pushed her gently forward bending her over my desk and tugged up her skirt. "I'm not wearing any panties..." she moaned. "...NNNNN slide that fat cock of yours into me lover..."

The loud slapping sound of our bodies nearly drowned out the DING of the bell as a customer entered the front door.

"Be Right There," Cindy called out. "...come on baby make me cum..."

I hammered her pussy as hard and fast as I could and in under a minute was rewarded with a muffled cry and her pussy squeezing me nice and tight as she came.

"Thanks Cutter! You are the greatest!

There were benefits working for me. I slipped back upstairs to my apartment above the business and shaved, showered and dressed for the first wedding. I got my video, audio and digital cameras ready for travel. I arrived on site at ten thirty sharp and began setting up. The father of the bride followed me around silently and nodded his approval of the camera angles as well as my ideas on how to 'shoot' the stills before, during and after the ceremony.

"You are highly recommended young man and I can see why," Mr. Edward Collins said.

"I try to make sure all the angles are covered Mr. Collins."

"You did my niece... her video and pictures were superb..." he said softly.

I paused for a long moment when he said 'did' with such emphasis. 

"What's your niece's name," I asked double checking the video and audio feeds.

"She was Clara Collins... now Clara Montgomery."

"Hmm... Clara... Clara..." 'Click' "Oh Clara... lovely girl..." complete freak in bed!

"Yes very lovely..." the older man's voice became icy. "I am sure you will treat my daughter with the greatest respect Mr. Carter."

"I am all about respect," I said remembering that amazing moment when Clara looked over her shoulder at me and said those words I will remember to my dying day... 'Why don't you slide that monster cock of yours up my ass...?'

"Just so we understand one another..." he said as he handed me an envelope and whispered, "this is so that nothing like what occurred with Clara is repeated here understood Mr. Carter?"

I opened the envelope to see ten crisp thousand dollar bills and nearly choked.

"Crystal clear sir," I replied.

"Good... have a nice day Mr. Carter."

Off he went and I tucked the envelope into my jacket pocket and made a mental note to hit the bank the minute this shoot was over with. I approached the wedding party and who should be smiling from ear to ear but Clara Montgomery. Having a brilliant idea I took out my cell phone and called Cindy.

"Cindy... I need your help... you know where that noon wedding is... how soon can you get here...? Good I need YOU to mike the bride... yes you... okay see you soon."

I wait until the ceremony is ready to start before attaching the wireless microphones to the bride and groom to minimize their discomfort and also less chance of the mikes slipping and loosing audio. I turned and addressed the bridal party.

"Okay ladies, we are going to shoot a few pictures in front of the altar first before the guests are seated then in front of the church. Then we will whisk the bride back to seclusion until the wedding starts. I will then photograph the guys in front of the church. After the ceremony we will take more photos of both groups together and apart."

The pre-ceremony pictures went off without a hitch. Cindy arrived and when the time was right attached the wireless mike to the bride and my ten grand was mine, free and clear. The wedding and the photo shoot afterwards went perfect for a spring afternoon. The weather behaved and there was no rain or unruly gusts of wind to spoil the photos. 

It wasn't until I was putting my equipment away that I found 'her' note to me. Clara, the little slut, had left a picture of her bent over and grabbing her ankles; on the back of the photo were an address and a time. I checked my watch and I had just enough time to go by my bank, fuck her brains out and still make the second wedding shoot. 

I stopped by the bank and put the cash into my safety deposit box along side other similar envelopes. If things went this well by the end of the year I could open that account in the Cayman Islands like I always dreamed. 

The motel was the epitome of all seedy motels with its peeling paint and slightly acrid smell when you opened the door to the room. The interior was dark but I could make out her prone form on the bed with her ass high in the air and her clothing neatly folded on the nearby chair. I closed the door and walked in and as my eyes grew accustomed to the gloom I saw that it was indeed Clara. Her naked form quivering in anticipation and nestled in her tightly puckered anus a butt plug; I walked over and gently but firmly tugged at the obstruction to my desire and heard her grunt like some rutting animal. We never said a word, the only thing that passed between us was the mutual need. After the drawn out ritual of removing the toy from her ass I spread lube onto my cock from the bottle sitting on the end table and with a few moans of pleasure I was buried to the hilt in her ass. I let her get used to being filled so completely before I moved my hips and started fucking her tighter hole. She would moan from time to time I was grunting with each and every thrust of my hips as I buried my cock as deep as it could go each and every time. Her panting got louder now as she reached between her legs and played with her pussy and clit and I took a firm grip on her ass cheeks and thrust faster and harder now feeling the first stirrings of my growing climax. Her ass was so damn tight and it was going to milk one helluva climax out of me. The bed was squeaking, she was making little squealing sounds now and my grunts were echoing off the walls. As my climax got closer and closer I started slapping her ass and ramming my hips forward with such force I almost tipped her over. The scent of her soaked pussy, the lube and the room made for an intoxicating aroma. With gritted teeth I pulled out of her ass and Clara instinctively spun around and raised up so I could spray her tits and face with cum. Smiling and licking off my sperm from her lips I grabbed her by her hair and had her lick and suck my cock clean. I let go of her once she was done and tucked my cock into my pants, zipped up and turned to leave. I stopped, turned and set a business card on the table next to the lube before I left without a single syllable ever uttered.



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I'm laying naked on the bed. Legs speed wide, as sneak into my bedroom. You stand there watching me as I run my hands up down my body. Down over my tits over my stomach over my pussy down my inner thighs then back up again. I rub my hands over my tits then start to squeeze and knead them. I rub the palm of my hand feeling them getting harder and harder as I go round and round. I rub one finger tip over each nipple. I put each finger in my mouth and coat each of them with my saliva. Then rub my fingers on my nipples. Making them wet and very erect. I move one hand towards my pussy. I trail one finger down my slit, feeling my wetness. I push one finger slowly into my hole. Then slowly pull it out again, moving my finger towards my clit. Feeling how hard it is, I start to slowly rub it around and around. I happen to glance up and see you standing there.

You walk over to me, roll me on to my front, pulling my knees up so my bum is sticking out. You slap my ass telling what naughty girl I am and continue spanking me till you here me moan. Then you plunge two fingers into my pussy. Pushing them in and out hard and fast. You start to lick my ass cheeks. Going from one to the other. You start to lick suck bite my ass cheeks while your fingers are still fucking my cunt harder and harder. My pussy is now dripping wet. With you other hand you spread my ass cheeks wide and you begin to lick up and down to my pussy tasting me. Then back up, to my hole you move tongue round and round. Then tonguing my ass till your fingers feel my pussy clenching around them. Squeezing hard as you fuck my pussy hard till I cum over your fingers and hand.

You blindfold me and tie my hands to the bed. Under the pillow you find my lube and anal plug. You pour some lube on to my ass hole making me jump at the coldness, you start to rub it in then slowly ease your finger in to my hole making me moan out loud. While sliding your finger in and out you add more lube making my hole slippery. You take your finger out and cover the plug with the lube. You tease the tip in and out of my hole. Making me want more. You ease it in and out slowly sliding it in more each time until its completely in. You move away staring at my ass. Watching me squirming and moaning. You come up behind me giving me a playful slap. You rub your hands over my ass up over my back round to my tits, squeezing my nipples hard. I can feel your hardness pressing against me, leaving me wanting to feel your hard cock inside me.

You move back just behind me. You move you hand to my clit and tease it with you finger tip. You start to rub up and down my pussy coating them my juices then finding my clit again rubbing it round and round faster and faster. Making me grind down on to your hand. You then start to slap my pussy until I start to squirt, you continue slapping me spraying my juices everywhere, the rub them all over my ass and up my back.

You slide yourself face up beneath me. You pull me down onto your face and start to lick up and down my wet slit. diving your tongue deep into my hole. you start to suck my clit hard making me come all over your face. I start to fuck your face slowly at first. Then building up speed, feeling your tongue sliding up and down my slit as i fuck your face. My breath gets faster and fast i can feel myself want wanting to squirt. So i move slightly above your face as i begin to squirt all over your face and down your chest. I can hear you moaning under me. 

You flip me over on to my back, spread my legs wide. your give my ass a playful slap. You plunge your fingers deep inside my cunt. With your other hand you tease the plug from my ass then push it back in again. You move down to my pussy i can feel your hot breath. You suck my clit hard as you plunge your fingers deep in to dripping cunt. I squirt again this time filling your mouth with my juices. You pull your fingers out of me, still holding my legs wide. You move up to my tits and dibble my juices over them, then up to my mouth. Fill my mouth with them making sure i swallow ever last drop.

You start to slap your hard cock on my clit making me squirt again. You then tease the head of you in and out of my hole. then you slowly enter me. Fucking me slowly at first. building up a rhythm going faster with every thrust. Just fucking me hard and fast. I squirt all over your cock, you cant take anymore. Your pull out of me. You start to pull on you cock until you cum all over my cunt. You rub your cum over my cunt and stomach.



Getting Caught



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"If you want me to keep your secret, take you pants off," Matt's deep voice whispers huskily.

If only. If only I hadn't slipped up. If only I hadn't done it. If only I had more faith in my abilities, I would not be in the situation I was in now. I can feel the tears well up in my eyes as I reach for my belt. Why me? Why is this happening to me. As slowly as possible I undo, and lower my pants. I stand there before Matt in my underwear shame heating my face. I can feel Matt press up against my body. His hot breath on my neck. His lips brush my ear and I cringe in disgust. 

 "Let me watch you masturbate." His voice although strangely alluring, possibly even kind, leaves no room for argument. 

 I was stupid. So so stupid for being caught. 



I attend a private college on a full ride scholarship. A scholarship that only lasts as long as I score in the top 2% on each and every exam. I was fine my freshman year, but now in my second year of college my grades are starting to slip. 

  I knew I was really at jeopardy when my guidance counselor called me into his office. 

 "Nathan, your grades are still very good, but if you want to keep your scholarship you need to bring your grades up further. I really can't understand why they have been slipping. Is everything alright? Anything I can help you with?" 

My guidance counselor Mr. Douglas has always been very kind to me. But he couldn't do anything for me. If I didn't get the top score on the next test, later this week I would have to drop out. I have no idea what I can possibly do, I'm at a loss. I spend all my limited free time studying. I don't party, or dick around and my grades are still slipping. Maybe it's stress, too bad I can't afford to relax.

 I stand up and step back from Mr. Douglas's desk, intending to take my leave in order to make it to my next class. As I stand I bump into something hard behind me. I go still, completely shocked, and then whip around. Standing right behind me is Matt. 

 Matt just might be one of the most popular guys in school. His parents are filthy rich alumni form this school making donations regularly. Matt has his entire tuition paid for. He is known for being a "really chill dude." Not to mention most of the female student body is completely infatuated with Matt. Matt is the stereotypical golden boy. He is tall, powerfully built, angular, even with his bleached hair and earrings he looks decidedly manly. The exact opposite of me. Matt has it all just given to him. He doesn't have to worry about anything. I cringe in shock. My resentment towards Matt surprises me. We may be from completely different worlds, but from all accounts Matt isn't such a bad guy. 

"You were looking for me," Matt says. I know he is addressing Mr. Douglas, but he is staring right into my eyes. Odd. I know someone like me would never have even registered on Matt's radar. I feel myself begin to panic. It's a reflex from being bullied almost my entire life. I bow my head breaking eye contact.

"Ah, yes Mr. Hatfield. Just a moment please, Nathan and I here were in the middle of a conversation," Mr. Douglas smiles up at Matt, but there is a hardness in his eyes I have never seen before. Agreeable, affable Mr. Douglas doesn't like Matt. 

"'kay," Matt says lazily dropping into the other seat across from Mr. Douglas and slipping his ear buds into his ears. 

Shaking his head in disapproval Mr. Douglas turns back to me, "So Nathan," Mr. Douglas begins, but I cut him off.

"Please, don't worry. Next test I will get the top score for sure," I say with a small sheepish smile, "I have to get to class now, it was nice talking to you Mr. Douglas."

I turn around and make my way quickly out of his office. 

I hear him say, "Good luck," and I turn around to thank him, and notice Matt staring after me. The intensity in his eyes as he meets my eyes unnerves me. I hurry out of the counseling office building and make my way quickly to the finance and business building.

Once inside I make my way to the bathroom before class to settle myself. I drop my backpack onto the floor, remove my glasses and lean over the sink splashing cold water onto my face. I grab a handful of towels and scrub my face dry. Slipping my glasses back on I stare at my reflection. Plain brown eyes, almost hidden by my unruly black hair that I've let get much too long. My lean, almost girlishly slim frame has always bothered me. I run, and have a little muscle, but I've never been able to bulk up. Not to mention that I'm short at 5'7". I've always been nerdy, so I've never had many friends, and now that I've been in college I haven't made any at all. Of course I wouldn't have been noticed by someone like Matt Hatfield. I shouldn't have been. My world, hell my entire existence is completely different from Matt's. Even though Matt seems by all accounts to be a nice guy he still looks like one of those guys who has fun pushing around small weaklings like myself, and I'm hoping with all hope, that I haven't registered on his radar. I shake off thoughts of Matt and pick up my bag, slipping out of the restroom and into class.



I stare down at my notes, quickly scribbling down emergency flash cards. I've been in the library for hours, determined to get a fantastic score on the next test. I have developed a serious headache, and my eyes are constantly watering. I'm already tired, but I can't rest. I only have 42 hours to go through and completely absorb a semester's worth of information. I'm so engrossed in my studying that I don't notice the large group that has entered the library chattering noisily. I can't put my finger on what but something snaps me out of my reverie. I rub my right eye and glance around. The library is pretty much empty at this late hour, but this group has picked a table very close to my own. 

I glance at them, and look back down at my notes. I freeze, and slowly turn back to look at them. Matt is sitting in the middle of the group laughing and chattering away with his friends. I quickly turn back around, sliding my glasses back up my sweaty nose. Now overly aware of the group, Matt in particular I can hear everything that they are saying. 

A distinctly girlish voice is whining.

"AW Matty! That is terrible. You have to pass this next test! What will we do if you fail! We're supposed to be together until graduation!"

"I know man, if your grades were so bad you could've let me know, I would have helped you out," a deep masculine voice half shouts.

Then Matt speaks, his distinctive voice making the small hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "Hey guys, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. My cousin has offered to tutor me, And for Friday's test all I have to do is make a cheat sheet." I hadn't known Matt was in my economics class. Strange.

His friends all laugh, congratulating him on his plan. But my head is already swimming. Tuning them out again. Cheat sheet, the thought had never occurred to me because if I got caught with a cheat sheet I'd in worse trouble than if I had just failed. But there was so many things that I was worried about. What if I forgot this equation? What if I don't correctly remember this term? I scoop up my things and shove them into my back-pack. I'm worried about the direction my thoughts are veering to. I head back to my dorm room.

By Friday morning my nerves were completely frayed. I had spent two whole nights awake studying frantically. I still had yet to memories ten terms that were definitely going to be on the test. Before breakfast I had given up. I wrote down the terms on one of the pieces of paper that I was planning to use as scratch paper. With dark circles under my eyes, and guilt twisting my stomach in knots, I made my way to class. 

I had my cheat sheet on my desk throughout the whole test. Glancing down at it whenever I came across something that I wasn't sure of. Double checking the last problem I glance to my right. He is sitting a couple seats away from me and in the row behind me. Matt. He is staring at me with an amused slightly predatory gaze, and clearly saw what I had just done. My blood runs cold. I stand up quickly, turn my test in and practically run out of class.



Later that day I make my way to the grades bulletin board. The results of today's test have just been posted. There is a large crowd hovering in front of the bulletin board. Some are smiling, but most look upset. I knew the test was hard, but did that many people fail? I make my way over to the bulletin board, the knots in my stomach tightening. There, with the second highest score in class is my name Nathan Todd. I can't help the sigh of relief that slips through my mouth. My shoulders slumping, my whole body relaxing for the first time in a long time. I still feel guilty about cheating, and in the back of my mind I'm worried about getting caught, but right now I can only be grateful that I won't be kicked out of school.

"You really proved yourself Nathan," an all too familiar voice whispers almost directly in my ear. I jump in shock. I hadn't realized that Matt had gotten so close behind me, he is practically resting on me. I try to press myself forward, to put some distance between our bodies, but the crowd in front of the bulletin board prevented my escape. "As expected, you're back to having top scores again," Matt continues with a smile in his voice. "I didn't think you had it in you, but I see you in an entirely different light now. Later, say at 3:00 come to the empty classroom in the English wing. If you'd like me to keep your secret, that is," Matt says leaning into me gripping my shoulders. Just as suddenly as he grabs me, he let's me go. 

I turn around slowly watching Matt strut down the hallway. Just my luck. The relief I felt a moment ago has vanished. Why was I so stupid. 



Nervously I fidget standing outside the classroom. I couldn't think of an excuse not to come. I yawn. I'm so exhausted, but I couldn't go to sleep. I need to make sure that he won't say anything, I have to keep him quiet. With a shaky sigh I quietly open the door. 

The lights are off, but there are large windows letting the warm autumn sun light in. There are a couple of tables scattered around the room, a few desks too, but this room really looks as if it has been abandoned, forgotten. I scan the room in the dim lighting, looking for Matt. I finally spot him. Matt is leaning against the wall next to one of the windows gazing outside. When he hears the door open he turns to me with a smile. 

"Come over here Nathan" Matt calls to me beckoning me closer, straightening from the wall. Hesitantly I approach him. He moves closer as I reach him and subconsciously I back away from him. His smile definitely looks predatory now as he follows my retreat. I bump into the window and drop my bag. Trapped. I can't meet his eyes. I glance down my glasses reflecting the light blinding me.

"You...Wh-what do you want?" I stutter, my voice cracking from nerves, and exhaustion.

"'What do you want?' Nathan, come on, are you pretending to be dumb?" Matt says stepping closer. 

I couldn't stop the slight tremble in my hands, even before I entered the classroom. But it has quickly spread throughout my whole body, making me tremble like a leaf. I look up at him pleadingly, a light sweat has broken out on my forehead. 

 "I have evidence you know?" Matt says casually smiling down at me. He is very tall. much taller than I rememberd him being. Way over six feet tall. Matt leans down so that he can stare straight into my eyes. I hadn't noticed before but his eyes were a brilliant emerald. "You really should be more honest Nathan."

 "Do-do you want money? I have some cash," I say looking away from Matt's eyes, no longer able to make any kind of eye contact. The only money I had in my room was a two hundred dollars I was supposed to be budgeting my food with. But if it kept Matt quiet I was willing to go hungry until I could get some money from my mom. I hold out the small roll of bills.

 Matt straightens and reaches out and grabs the money, thumbing through the bills. Looking in my eyes with a very serious expression he says, "What a bad joke. Who would blackmail the poor for money?"

 Taken aback my jaw drops open. Then what is it he wants from me? I think in a panic. I had not planned for this. Matt grabs my bag tossing my money back inside.

Matt looks at my face sees the confusion and panic in my eyes and chuckles softly to himself. "You still don't understand, do you?"

 What? What does he mean? Understand what? What am I missing? What does Matt want from me?

 "Hey Nathan...your pants...take them off." Matt says casually.

 Truly panicking now I stammer, "Wh-what? N-NO! I won't. How can you ask something like that, didn't you cheat too?" I exclaim in alarm.

 "Hey, hey now, don't say it like that. My cousin actually helped my study for this test. I was fully prepared. I just saw your lost and hopeless look, so I gave you a little tip. It helped didn't it? You get to stay in school," Matt says triumphantly. Running a hand through his thick blond hair. He tricked me into screwing myself. I can't help thinking as the blood drains from my face.

 "If you want me to keep your secret, then take your pants off," Matt whispers huskily.

 "But-but I'm not gay Matt," I choke out.

 "Neither am I, it doesn't matter. Stop wasting time Nathan. Hurry up and strip," Matt commands.

 I'm scared, I can't help it. No one has ever seen me naked. Not any girl let alone another guy. My hands are shaking hard as I grip my belt, fumbling to undo it and my pants. I have no choice. Maybe he only wants to humiliate me. I wonder absent mindedly if he will punch me if I resist. He is so much bigger than I am it would be all to easy for him to force me. I let my pants fall to the ground wonder what is happening, and what will happen.

I won't look at Matt anymore.So it surprises me when his hand smacks the window next to my head. My eyes fly open as I feel his forehead lightly brush my own. 

"Do it yourself," matt says directly into my ear before pulling back and grasping my chin making me look him in the eyes.

I don't know what he means, and my confusion must be present on my face because he drops my chin, and feel his fingers trailing up the inside of my thigh before lightly brushing my cock through my briefs.

"Here. How do you usually play with yourself?" Matt whispers. "Let me watch you masturbate." 

If I masturbate, will he let me go? Probably not. I realize, wondering what exactly I have gotten myself into. 

Matt pulls me away from the window so suddenly that I pitch forward tripping over my pants which are still around my ankles. He lifts me and places me on top of a desk, as if I weighed nothing at all. He grabs my right wrist, and I feel something cold bite into my skin there. Looking down I see that he has handcuffed me to the desk.

"It was just in case you decided to run Nathan," Matt tells me reaching down and yanking my pants off my legs. "Hurry up and do it. You do know how right?"

I have no other choice I slide my fingers up to the waistband of my underwear letting them slip inside reaching in for my cock. 

Without warning Matt grabs the hem of my t-shirt and lifts it up. "I can't see the important part," Matt explains. He holds my t-shirt up to my mouth, "Here, hold it with your mouth," He says shoving my shirt into my mouth gagging me.

With his hands free he runs his fingers down the arm that is still in my underwear. When he reaches the waistband of my underwear he slides his fingers alongside mine grasping my underwear and slipping it down and off my legs, pocketing them. My heart rate speeds up. It is pounding so hard, that I can hear it. Matt must be able to also because he smiles. I begin to move my hand. It is a little uncomfortable and awkward, since I'm right handed, and forced to use my left hand. After a couple of minutes Matt pulls my hand away. I glance up at him nervously, stupidly hopeful that I can leave now, but he's staring at my still flaccid cock. 

"Hm? What's this? It hasn't even gotten hard, maybe because you are using your left hand," Matt muses, "I guess I'll lend you a hand," He says brightly. His hand grips my cock and begins to rapidly pump. His hand is so large it almost completely covers my small six inch cock. To my horror I can feel my cock hardening. Matt slows down paying extra attention to my cock head, specifically my piss slit. I can neither help the sudden flood of precum, nor the moan that slips through my lips. 

"Oh, Ah!" I open my mouth, and my shirt falls out of my mouth.

"Hey, I didn't say you could let go of your shirt," Matt says shoving my shirt back into my mouth, a little deeper this time, making me retch, "Try to be quiet Nathan, I don't want us to get caught." Even though Matt sounds annoyed he looks please with himself. 

Matt climbs onto the desk to sit with me sliding his hand up my side to grip my waist, directing my eyes downward. "Look at how hard your cock is Nathan," Matt says into my ear, "You must really be enjoying this." I avert my eyes, ashamed of myself. Matt nuzzles his head into my neck and I can feel the kiss he presses just under my jaw. I flinch. I can't help it, and I can feel Matt chuckle to himself. Matt moves off of the desk coming around to face me. sliding his hand up around my chin.

"You don't normally play with yourself do you Nathan?" Matt asks. He reaches out and pulls my t-shirt out of my mouth. He leans toward me and places his lips on top of mine in a soft chaste kiss. My first. My mind is reeling and I don't resist as Mat pulls me off the desk placing my on my knees on the floor. 

"Kneel there," Matt orders as I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone. "Have you ever done it before?" Matt asks me in a lust filled whisper.

"Huh? Done what?" I ask in genuine confusion.

Instead of telling me Matt reaches inside his boxers and pulls out his massive cock. 

"Uwaah!!! O-Of course n-not," I splutter trying to pull away from him. The damned handcuff prevents me from scrambling very far away. "I've never done anything like this, ever. Please, please Matt. Please stop. Please I'll do anything else for you."

"Ha! But dear, sweet Nathan I don't want anything else, you'll be fine. Just be careful and don't let me feel you teeth. I will be very unhappy if I feel your teeth, on my cock." Matt says, resting a hand on to back of my head, pulling me forward while I desperately try to push him back with my free hand. 

Matt's hand at the back of my head twists into my hair grabbing a handful, twisting it painfully. I cry out as he tilts my tear filled eyes up to look him in the face.

"Don't misunderstand me Nathan. This isn't a request, this is an order." Matt says coolly gripping the base of his 10 inch cock and running it over my lips. Not seeing any other suitable option, and hoping he'll release my hair, I let my lips part. Matt slowly slips his cock into my mouth.

"Don't you dare think of biting me Nathan," Matt says caressing the back of my head. "Lick it with your tongue, suck it, suck it between your lips," Matt instructs while he slowly pumps just the head of his cock in and out of my mouth. 

I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing I alternate between licking the head of his cock and sucking lightly. 

Matt pulls out of my mouth suddenly and I look up at him.

"Your teeth touched me," Matt says.

I feel a wave of tears fill my eyes. "Are you going to beat me up," I hiccup in fear.

Matt smiles at me shaking his head, lightly stroking my cheek. He brings his hand in front of my mouth and presses his long thick index and middle fingers into my mouth. Thrusting his fingers in and out rhythmically he repeats his instructions. "Suck my fingers into your mouth, then lick them gently. Now bob your head up and down." That doesn't seem so hard and I do exactly what he says. 




Getting Caught



After a while practicing Matt removes his fingers from my mouth and slides his cock back inside my mouth. I go to work doing exactly what he told me to. The only thought inside my head was to get him to cum as soon as possible. Once he came he would probably let me go. I couldn't get very much of his cock in my mouth, so i rubbed the rest of his cock with my free hand. As I sucked, however I could feel my own cock twitching. I could not believe that on some level I was enjoying this treatment. I hoped Matt didn't notice. I couldn't survive that. After a while Matt grabbed my head with both hands grunting and pumping in out of my mouth so fast that I couldn't help but gag as the head of his cock bumped repeatedly into the back of my throat. I felt his cock twitch and he pulled out of my mouth shooting his cum all over my face. 

Matt let go of my head, sitting in the desk hard, his breathing ragged. I coughed quietly to myself, attempting to wipe his sticky seed off my face.I was in shock. I had just blown another guy. I had let a man fuck my face. I had never been more ashamed of myself in my life. This was much much worse than cheating.

Matt stood suddenly stripping his shirt off. Throwing it down behind me.

"You okay?" Matt gripped me under my arms and lifted my up onto the desk again. I tried to move away from him but he gripped my thighs pulling me back into him. Pushing my shoulders down and lifting my hips up, spreading my knees, and resting in between my spread thighs. Looming over me. 

I tried to sit up, but Matt was too strong, all my efforts seemed terribly futile."Wait! Matt wait! I've done everything you asked, please let me go!" I shouted. Worried. Matt had not let me go like I had expected. No quite the opposite. He was pressing his body even closer into mine. 

Matt smiled. He fucking smiled. "What do you think you're doing Nathan? If you want me to keep your secret, you'll have to do exactly as I say," Matt grinned down at me, and I felt my muscles go slack from shock. Matt wasn't even slightly interested in blackmailing me for money. This was his blackmail. The worst form of bullying I had ever experienced. "I see you understand now," Matt says his small smile breaking into a truly wolfish grin, "Now the fun can really start," Matt says leaning back slightly. I stare at the ceiling, impassive, unresponsive. I don't fight him anymore. It's pointless. He's going to get exactly what he wants from me whether I give it to him willingly or not. His hands, so large and very hot begin to slide down my legs. He's caressing my inner thighs. Such an intimate act, too intimate for me, my cock gives a very visible twitch and the shame I feel reaches its max.

Matt doesn't stop there, however. his hands come to rest on my crotch, on either side of my cock and balls. Framing them in his huge hands. He gives me a slight squeeze. I'm blushing so hard that my face actually feels hot. So hot that if I touched my cheeks my hands would be scalded. I let my eyes roam around the room looking anywhere, out the window, at the ceiling, anywhere but at Matt. This bastard was just the bully I had imagined him being. No he was MUCH worse. I jump in surprise when I feel him spread my ass cheeks. I come to realize exactly what he is going to do to me all too late. Tears spill out of my eyes and slide down my cheeks cooling my inflamed cheeks. I plead with him not to. I beg him to think of something else that he wants. My pleas fall on deaf ears. 

I feel something cool and thin press against my asshole. No matter how I angle my head, for Matt is resting a restraining arm on my chest keeping my shoulders planted firmly on the desktop. Suddenly I feel cool liquid being squirted inside of me. I realize that this must be some sort of lubricant. At least Matt wasn't planning to completely destroy my ass.

Crying has left me gasping for air, like a drowned fish. This is the only sound filling the room. Matt is staring at me, and I quickly flick my gaze at his face. Slowly, ever so slowly his tongue slips out of his mouth, caressing itself across his top lip. The lust in his eyes makes my heart skip a beat. No one, not one single person in all my life has looked at me like that. I feel my heart flutter in response. Upset with myself I shake my head, once, twice then three times. I must banish those weak thoughts from my mind. 

I feel him pull the lube bottle out of my ass. I expected to feel all the lube pouring out of my ass, but my hole sealed it tight in my bowels. Matt coats his index finger in yet more lube, and then I feel the tip of his finger at hole. pressing in slowly. I clench my muscles as tight as I can trying to prevent his finger from invading my hole, but his slippery finger tip is slowly sliding in. 

Even though my ass is well lubricated his finger feels as if it's tearing me apart. A burning searing pain has me wincing. I hold completely still, hoping that the less movement I make, the less pain I will feel. A second finger follows the first. At first slowly fucking my ass sliding in and out agonizingly slow, Matt begins building up speed rapidly. I bite the back of my free head. Hoping to quiet the moans and whimpers of pain that are coughing up out of my chest. 

"So soft," I hear Matt say, "Much softer than I imagined." All I can focus on is how much pain I'm in. My insides are on fire. And I shiver. The trembling has returned, this time worse that before.

Matt leans forwards and rest his forehead on mine. "It's okay Nathan, shh, you have to relax or this will hurt you much worse, and I don't want to hurt you. Sweet heart calm down, please," Matt says lightly stroking my hair with his free hand. He leans forward and catches a fresh tear sliding across my right cheek, with his tongue licking it up.

Matt grabs my thighs pressing them into my chest and I can feel his cock head at the entrance to my ass. I hold my breathe as rests there. Not entering me, but very ready to. Without warning Matt shoves himself in side of me, seating a couple of inches of his huge cock in my ass. My breathe rushes out of me in a silent scream as I throw my head back and arch my back. His cock looked huge, felt huge in my mouth, but it feels at least three times thicker, tearing into my virgin ass. 

I choke out the word no right as he shoves another inch or two inside of me. Matt is about half way inside of me. He looks so contented. He even lets out a quiet chuckle at my pleas. I clench my hands into fists and grit my teeth, as he presses farther inside of me. 

I feel his coarse pubic hair tickle my ass just as he says, " It's inside, HA! Nathan you look all of me in you," Matt crows with glee. Before I have time to react in any way, Matt's mouth covers mine. My second kiss, is much different from the first. Matt lips push mine open, and I can feel his tongue slide into my mouth, exploring, licking, tasting me. Just as I think I'm going to pass out from lack of oxygen Matt pulls back. "Listen. Listen to every move I make. Can you hear it? Every move I make causes such alluring sounds," Matt sighs. 

To my complete horror I can hear then, the wet noises that are coming from my ass are completely disgusting. Matt begins to really pound my ass. I'm not it as much pain as I had been, but his fucking still hurts like hell. Surprising me, Matt reaches down and grabs my cock again, and begins pumping it in time to his thrusts. I have no idea what is wrong with me, but in no time I'm writhing, not in pain this time but in pleasure. More intense pleasure than I have ever felt before. The pain in my ass has changed from pure burning pain, and has combined with the pleasure coursing through my cock, and the sensation is delicious. So much so that my ass clenches and spasms around Matt's cock, causing him to gasp.

I didn't think he could pump any faster but I was very wrong. In rapid succession he shoved himself into me 5 more times before I feel his cock grow even larger in my ass and then he was filling me with his cum. As the first of his seed hit my intestines my own cock erupts. Torrent after torrent splatting onto my chest. Matt shudders and then collapses on top of me. His breathe as ragged as my own.

As my breath slows, returning to normal, and the pleasure I experienced wanes, and I am able to take stock of my body I realize that my whole body hurts. I feel truly used and abused. Matt slowly sits up stretching. He reaches over and unlocks my wrist. I sit up slowly, trying to avoid putting pressure onto my ass. I pull down my shirt, collect my pants slipping them on, not bothering to ask for my underwear back. I probably wouldn't get them back even if I did have the nerve to ask. I don't say anything to Matt, I can't even look at him. 

I can't help but hope that this is the end. It has to be, right? I have no idea what he really wants from me, what he expects out of this situation, but I hope I have paid for his silence. 

Matt exclaims suddenly, and I jump spinning around to look at him. Matt is looking down at his watch. He glances up at me and says almost apologetically, "I forgot I'm supposed to meet my cousin for tutoring at 5:00."

"Oh. Okay then I'll be going now then," I say turning and making my way towards the door. Maybe just maybe if I can get away now everything will be over. 

I make it to the center of the room, when Matt grabs my wrist tightly. I glance back at him. I'm not actually surprised. I knew it would have been a miracle if he had just let me go. The jovial air about him has melted away though. There is a coldness in Matt's eyes now, a seriousness that wasn't there before.

"Come with me. My cousin will be happy, he says I'm too stupid," Matt says dryly. His hand slides up my arm to my bicep, where he grips me tightly. Walking forward without waiting for my response dragging me behind him.

"Wait, Matt I have homework. And isn't your cousin a tutor? What about the class fee?" I say nervously. 

"No worries, my cousin won't mind. Who cares anyway," Matt says continuing his brisk pace out of the classroom and down the hallway. I'm glad that everyone has left the building, and so it is deserted. I would hate for anyone to see me like this, being dragged alongside Matt like a child. Matt's legs are much longer than mine and every couple of steps I trip and stumble, having to half run. Matt is either completely oblivious to my predicament or he just doesn't care. 

We reach the end of the hallway and Matt finally pauses. I peer up at him, he is frowning and I feel nervous. Matt looks down at me then, and I avert my eyes.

"Nathan, you are going to follow me to my room. Don't try to run away from me. You'll regret it. After my cousin leaves we are going to continue where we left off," Matt says grabbing my chin and tilting my head back making eye contact, "I couldn't concentrate properly here."

My heart sinks. When will it have been enough?



Getting Caught



I didn't hear her coming down the stairs, somehow. I was sure I would hear someone if they were coming down, but I was dead wrong. Now, here I was, holding my 8 inch cock in one hand, and in the other, holding her panties after having just licked them.

I had known Mary Jane for quite some time, she was my friend's sister. She had beautiful medium-length blonde hair, a perfect ass and nicely sized titties. I had fantasized about her time and time again, and when my friend went upstairs for a short bit, leaving in the basement, I was just looking around when I found her panties.

She stared at me in shock and I quickly put my cock back into my pants and zipped up my pants, then put her panties back where I found her. Taking a deep breath, I looked at her. I could tell she was freaked out, what 23 year old girl wouldn't be upon finding a eighteen year old masturbating with her panties? 

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, "please... don't tell anybody..." She gave me a rather cold stare. "I never knew you were such a huge fucking pervert, Mark." Yikes. "I'm really sorry, I just got carried away. I know I'm a fucking idiot, and you don't ever have to say a word to me again..." I wasn't sure what else to say, but her words took me by surprise. 

"I'm sort of flattered..." 

Did she LIKE what she saw? "I was standing there for about a minute before you saw me... I... I was turned on." I couldn't believe what I was hearing and I was hoping she wasn't joking or anything like that. Again, I had no clue what to say... but she spoke before I could say anything.

"Let me see you doing it... I wanna watch you... cum. It'll be our little secret, OK?" She said it, to my disbelief. "Seeing guys cum turns me on so much." She liked what she saw and she wanted more. This was a dream come true for me. She walked into the main room of the basement and I followed. She sat on the couch and told me to stand in front of her. I did, and slowly, I removed my cock from my pants. It was still hard, all eight inches of it. She was staring at it with what I thought to be a hungry look. I began stroking myself, having never been so nervous in my life. I could tell she was too, but I had a feeling she wanted this a lot more then I did.

She unzipped her shorts and pulled them down, telling me to continue jerking off. Her panties were wet and my eyes were glued to what they were hiding. Her pussy wasn't hidden for too long though as she removed her panties and spread her legs for me to see. She was completely shaved and her cunt was beautiful. She threw me her panties and ordered me to wrap them around my cock, rub it all over them. I did just as she ordered and she continued to watch, her eyes filled with lust. 

"Come closer..." I moved towards her and she wrapped her hands around my manhood. She slowly began jerking me off, looking up and into my eyes. Holding it in both hands now, she kissed the tip of my cockhead, then took me into her mouth. A chill ran down my spine as slowly and skillfully, she began sucking me off. Her lips sucked back and forth on my rod, giving me the best blowjob anybody could ever get. This went on for close to a minute and I couldn't hold out much longer. She knew this and stopped sucking me off. She looked at me and asked, "do you want to fuck me, Mark? You want to fuck my pussy with your hard cock?" Hearing this girl say that drove me nuts and I pleaded with her to let me fuck her as she demanded for me to say how much I wanted her.

She turned around and leaned over the edge of the couch, setting herself up to be down on all fours. Her ass sticking up, I moved down to her pussy. First I licked her across her ass cheeks and then moved in-between her legs. My tongue penetrated her pussy and licked her all over quickly as I tasted her juices. Her ass was high up and looked too inviting to resist. I took my cock into my hand and gently rubbed it against her pussy. She moaned and moaned even louder when I pushed my dick inside her. 

Soon we had a bit of a rhythm. As I thrust forward, she pushed back, sending my cock deeper and deeper into her. She was moaning in pleasure and I felt so wonderful. My heads reached over her bent body and I cupped her breasts with both hands. Mary Jane squirmed a bit as I pinched and tugged on her nipples, sending shivers throughout her entire body. 

"OOOOH YEAAH!! FUCK MEEE!!" 

Squirming against me, I can feel her about to cum. As I feel Mary Jane's pussy squeeze my cock, her entire back arches upwards as she screams out her pleasures. I can feel myself close to cumming, so I pull out of her pussy. As I do, she falls onto the couch, weak from the orgasm she just experienced. Quickly, I turn her over just as my cum shoots forward. It lands on her face and all over her breasts and all she could do is smile. She moved forward and licked the last of my cum off my cock, loving the taste of it.



Getting Caught



I was out on a night out with some friends and I was, as usual, the designated driver. I don't drink much so to me it was no big deal, the rest of the group though was merry if not getting on towards being a little drunk. This has little bearing on the story though which only becomes interesting at the end of the night when at around 1 a.m. I was dropping off the last two of the group, Chris and Helen. Chris was a good friend and we always hung around and looked out for each other except when it came to girls. Chris could be a real arrogant sod and he thought that his money could buy anyone and would frequently try it on with anyone just to try and prove it. Helen was his latest toy, a girl we had picked up along with her friend at a club a few weeks earlier. I had hooked up with the friend but it just wasn't right for us so we didn't take it any further. They were both good fun though so we all hung out and got along well. The story really develops though when I dropped Chris off at his house which was on the way home.

"There is no way you are dropping me off first." Chris said from the back of the car.

"Look," I said, "you live on the road out of town I would have to drive by my house and Helen's to drop her off first then double back to come all the way out here. You are talking about an extra 40 miles for me and at this time in the morning you can get stuffed."

"I don't trust you" Chris replied, "fucking badger."

"Well I am sure Helen is delighted in your opinion of her as well." I replied turning around to see them.

"Just go," Helen said "I will be fine and I will call you tomorrow" 

We drove away without a word from either of us for a couple of miles until I saw Helen start to mess with the radio and move around in her seat.

"Sorry about that back there." I said staring straight ahead.

"What was all that about with you and Chris?" She asked turning towards me.

"Chris thinks everyone will be after his girl because of ...stuff" I said still looking ahead.

"Why did he call you that name then?" She asked with a smile.

"It's supposed to mean 'goes down any hole'," I said looking ahead, "It is bullshit though, really that's not me at all."

"So you don't go after his girlfriends then?" she asked edging forward.

"No I don't," I said looking straight at her, "but he goes after other peoples so he expects the same in return."

"I kind of figured he was a bit slimy." Helen said turning away and looking out of the window.

"So why are you seeing him then?" I asked

"Look do you fancy going somewhere for a chat?" She asked, "I am not that tired and I wanted to speak to you about things with Chris."

"Uh, okay I guess," I said, "I can park in this factory complex up ahead I suppose."

I parked the car at the end of a dead end on a road surrounded on three sides by fields and grass. To the left around 50 yards away was a factory unit behind a security fence, ahead was around 200 yards of grass before another fence which led to the runway of the local airport and to the right there was a gap of around 75 feet then there was a hedge and behind the hedge was the main road into town. . The main road nearby had little traffic at that time and although you could see the lights from all the cars through the hedge you were unable to actually see anything of the cars themselves. The spot was not going to get any passing traffic but not quite out in the middle of nowhere and besides she wanted to chat.

We stopped and I undid my belt an turned to face Helen as she did likewise from the other side of the car. We chatted about everything and nothing really for about 30 minutes. It was really good just to spend time with someone and to have both people just able to laugh and share stories about anything. After about 30 minutes though, Helen put her head back against the window and looked at me.

"You know when you make a choice with people and then you find out it was the wrong choice sometimes?" she said looking right at me.

"Sure," I said starting to feel a bit of tension rising in me.

"Well sometimes I wish you could make a different choice." 

I figured at this point that there was a definite spark going on here. I must admit that I did consider Chris for about no time whatsoever before I leaned forward slightly.

"I want to say something to you but I just don't want to get a slap." I said inching towards Helen.

"I would never slap you." She said moving forward slightly.

"Well saying no I can handle." I said as I closed the gap between us.

I moved my head forward to gently kiss her soft lips and as she responded I used my hand to reach around and draw tiny shapes on the back of neck as I held her head and we explored each other's mouths. I moved my body forward so that I could press against her chest and as her body pressed firmly I could feel her breast squeeze against my shirt and my cock grow inside my pants to press against the material and throb expectantly. I could feel both of our heart rates increase as we tasted each other and I moved my hand down to rest it on her breast. I could feel her tightening nipple through the thin fabric and the firm softness in my hand made me want to feel her flesh in my mouth as I rolled her nipple with my tongue. I moved my hand down to her waist and slid it under her top and started to trace circles on her warm flat stomach as I peeled back the cloth to reveal more and more of her skin. Her mouth began to grind into mine as I suddenly became aware that the bottom of her beautiful breasts were exposed. I pulled away from her mouth in surprise as I expected a bra and had not realised that she was wearing a camisole type top as underwear. She moved her head back as her breaths became pants as I used two hands to slowly slide the satin fabric up her breast until her two solid little pink nipples became revealed in all their solid glory sitting in two perfect rose coloured aureole's. I moved my head forward and flicked my tongue over both nipples feeling and tasting them and she sighed into my head. I continued to slide my hands up until her tops were being pulled over her head.

"What is this?" she breathed, "strip Helen naked day?"

"Yes" I replied using the opportunity to throw her tops into the back of the car and immediately unbutton her jeans and pull the down the zip.

"okay well me first" she said lifting herself off the seat as I moved over to sit in the well at the base of her feet and between her legs.

I used both hands to slide her jeans don her perfectly rounds thighs and over the smooth, smooth skin until she was in front of me in just a pair of pink lace panties. I moved my mouth to kiss her knees and up her legs as I gripped the waistband of her panties and moved them off her hips. The moment when she opened her thighs and her panties came away from her trimmed wet bush caused an involuntary growl in my throat and my cock to become painfully hard in it's confinement. I slid her panties off and used my palms to open her thighs so that I could lay a kiss on her sweet pussy and dip my tongue into her wetness. I heard her moan and felt her hands pushing down on my head as I started to explore her with my tongue and lap up her wetness. I found her tiny little clit and teased and tasted it whilst my tongue alternated between this and sliding into her folds as she started to push harder on my head. After a minute or two she started to push into me and moan as I felt her open up as she came into my mouth and pushed her groin into my face to cover me in her sweet musk.

I felt my head being lifted up as she straightened me up and started to unbutton my shirt as far down as she could reach. I finished it off and slipped it off and into the back and moved my hands down to open my jeans and slide them down to release my cock which was thankful for the release. I shuffled out of my jeans and found myself kneeling naked in front of her wet pussy. 

I moved up her body kissing her stomach and moving upwards to cover her hard nipples with her juices. I licked up her neck until I felt my cock touch the warm wetness between her thighs. Helen leaned forward to kiss me as I slowly entered into her for the first time. She moved her head back and I slid her thighs forward so that I could enter her fully and slowly. This brought an audible gasp from her before we attacked each others mouths with our tongues. I moved my hips forward with increasing pace as I felt her open up even more for me. The pace continued to build up until I felt a tension start to build in my cock and move through my body.

Suddenly there was a loud bang on the window and I was blinded by a light in my eyes. I panicked at jumped off Helen and over to the window which I opened. 

"Step out of the car ,sir" A voice came from outside

"But I...." I said covering my eyes as Helen tried to grab some clothes.

"NOW" said the voice, "You too Miss."

I got out and stood naked with my hard cock still wet and throbbing and pointing straight up. Helen came out with her hands trying to cover both her chest and her bush whilst muttering "oh god oh god" over and over.

As the lights were pointed away from our eyes I realised it was two police officers and a patrol car that was parked next to us. 

"Do you need any help?" one of the officers said with a grin as they directed their flashlights at Helen's barely covered body.

"No I was doing thanks." I managed as I moved to stand in front of Helen.

"Well we thought you were in trouble because whatever you were doing the brake light kept going on and off and from the road we thought it was a distress signal." the second officer said with a huge grin on his face.

"Look just let us get dressed." I said turning around so that I was able to hold Helen who was shivering as I tried to calm her down.

"Well this is private property," the officer said " and you are indecent but as long as you get dressed and go we wont say anymore eh?"

We dived back into the car as we heard the officers laugh and go back into their car and sit watching as we pulled some clothes on before we left in a hurry. Helen was mortified but I did see her again. In fact the next time I saw her I was in bed with her when Chris walked in on us but after that we both saw a lot less of him.



Getting Caught



You told me you were going to go out with your friends, so I have the whole night to myself. I was rather looking forward to it. 

I lit some candles and got a glass of Asti. Started a bubble bath. I letting the water run a little bit on my clit. I have always loved that feeling. 

I sat back in the bath tub and just relaxed. Tonight was for me and I was going to enjoy it as much as possible. 

After relaxing in the bath, I got out and dried myself off. Rub some lotion on my body, playing with my breast and nipples a little. Then putting my robe on and went in to the bedroom. 

I have some music on in the background. It is nice and peaceful. I walk over to that special, private hiding place of mine and pull out a box. No one has ever seen what's in it. I would be way too embarrassing. 

I take the box and put it on the bed. I take off my robe and lay it on the chair. I climb on the bed and start looking through the box.

The box has some vibrators, dildos and other sex toys I have collected for myself. I have one that is my favorite called the panther. It is a rubberish type vibrator that curves up with some pearl around the edge. It also has a little panther shaped piece that is on the outside that sits on my clit. When I turn it on it vibrates and rotates. I take it out of the box and lay it on the side. I put the box at the end of the bed. 

I lie down and take a deep breath. I start rubbing my hands slowly over my breast, playing with my nipples. Using light touch and a little rougher also. I squeeze, rub and flick them. I take one of my fingers and getting it wet and rub it on my nipple. It feels so good. I feel a tingle happening between my legs. 

I take one of my hands and slowly move it down my stomach lightly, playing with my belly button moving down to my freshly shave area. It feels so smooth after it has just been shaven. 

I slowly move my finger down lower until I reach my lips. I part them and I can feel my wetness. The thought of my toy and playing with my breasts has made me pretty wet. I take my finger and put it on my clit. I let out a little moan as I start to move my finger. It feels so good with the wetness making it so slick. 

Now while I am doing this, I have no clue that your plans have fallen through and you decided you are going to surprise me.

You show up at my place and knock on the door. I am too much in to what I am doing to even hear the knock. You know I am home because the car is in the driveway and my bedroom light is on. 

You know where a spare key is and open the door. You walk in and close the door. I still do not hear this. You walk quietly to my bedroom and look in. You see me on the bed playing with my breast and rubbing my clit. 

You didn't know what to do. If you should just leave or if you should stay and watch. You decided you would rather stay and watch. You are in a perfect position where I really can't see you unless I was looking really hard and my attention was else where. 

You watch me play with my clit. You hear me moan and arch my back. You are getting so turned on from watching me and your cock is getting very hard. You start rubbing it through your jeans. 

You see me taking my finger and putting it deep inside of me. I start to finger fuck myself from slow to rather fast. 

Then my hand goes to the side of the bed. You try and see what but can't. Next thing you see is my panther in my hand. You almost fall over. You always thought I was rather reserved. This was a side of me you have never seen and you liked it. 

You watch me put the panther slowly inside my pussy, moving it in and out a little bit more each time. After I get it all the way it, I turn it on and you can hear it and see it moving inside of me. I let out a loud moan and grind into it. 

You are so turned on that you now have a wet spot on the outside of your pants. You so badly just want to walk in there and take over but you know you shouldn't. 

I start fucking myself harder and harder with my panther, moaning louder and louder. You get so excited, you lose your balance and fall back. This is loud enough to get my attention. 

I quick pull out my panther and sit up. I try and cover myself up and my toys. I yell out who's there. 

You walk in kind of sheepishly. You look at me and I am clinging to the sheets, scared to death. After I see it is you, I turn beet red and become extremely embarrassed, still trying to hide my panther and box of toys. 

You look at me with a smile on your face and tell me you have been watching me and have been very turned on by it. 

I drop my head and only become more embarrassed. You walk over to me and lift my head and kiss me deeply. You tell me that you would like me to continue and you want to watch. 

I try to turn my head again, but you won't let me. You take one of my hands and put it back down between my legs. You whisper in my ear to please do it for you. I nod my head very little but still rather shy. You walk back and sit down on the chair. 

I don't know what to do, I want to but I don't. But I did tell you I would, so I lay back. I am on an angle so you can see my breasts and my pussy. 

I start slowly playing with my clit again. I look at you and your eyes are glued to my fingers. I am going real slow still pretty embarrassed about what is going on. 

You stand up and pull down your pants and underwear. Your hard cock pops out straight. I feel a little tingle on my clit. 

You sit down and start to rub your cock. I am watching you intensely. You don't know this, no one knows this but I have a fetish. I love to watch men masturbate. And seeing you there rubbing your cock is getting me less embarrassed and more excited. 

I start rubbing my clit harder and faster, my other hand playing with my nipple, not taking my eyes off of your cock. You look at me and notice how I am watching you. You position yourself better and start playing a little more than just rubbing. You can tell this is getting me pretty hot and it is doing the same to you. 

You can tell I am getting close. My hips are rising off the bed and I am moaning rather loudly. You watch my finger move faster and faster. Your cock has gotten rock hard and all you can think about is being buried deep inside of me. 

All of a sudden you hear me start moaning rather loudly. My hips start bucking and I start to cum. It feels so good. I forget you are even in the room and totally let go. You have never seen me this way. 

I finally I come down and lay on the bed exhausted. You decided you are not going to let it stop there. 

You walk over to the bed and pull my legs off the side. You look at my pussy. It is swollen and glistening with my cum. You take your tongue and little start licking my lips gently. I get a shiver down my spine. Your tongue finds my clit and you start to lick and suck on it. It only takes a small amount and I start to cum again. I grind my pussy against your mouth. You hear me saying yes, baby, oh yes. 

After I am done cumming again, you hear me say "I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me now". 

You pull off your pants and position yourself at my entrance. I grab your hips and literally pull you in to me pushing your cock as far as it can go. You can't believe how tight I am, I always have been tight but this is unbelievable tight. 

You can't believe the way I am acting. I have always been very shy about sex, not doing much or saying anything. You really like this side of me. 

I wrap my legs around your hips and start grinding in to you. You pump in and out, leaning over and sucking on my nipples. My pussy feels so good on your cock. 

You feel my muscles starting to tighten and then hear me say, "I'm going to cum again". 

With that you feel my cum rush over the top of your cock, my muscle pulsing. I dig my nail in to your back. 

With that you can't hold on any longer and cum deep inside of me. Your cum hitting the back of pussy, coating it, mixing with my cum. I can feel your cock twitching inside of me. 

You gently lay on top of me exhausted. I put my arms around you. You whisper in my ear, "I have never seen you like this and I like it."

I whisper back "Then I guess you will have to see it more often" and I kiss you on the check. 



Getting Caught



This true story happen when I was 19 years old attending my first year of junior college and just started dating my future husband. I come from a small Texas town where everybody knows everybody and my father is pretty well known. Let me describe myself, I was 5'1", 95 pounds, had short black hair, firm C cup breast, and a tight little body that men would hit on all the time.

It was a hot September day after class, when my boyfriend and I were out riding around our small town in his truck. My boyfriend was constantly sliding his hands up my skirt feeling my smooth thighs and rubbing my moist lips through my panties. We were both feeling incredibly horny and wanted to go some place to get it on. So we decided to check out a house that I grew up in which my father was remodeling to possibly rent in the future. I thought I had a key to get in the house but none of them on my key chain would work. So we walked around the house to see if we could get inside but there was no hope. We were about to leave when we noticed a shed close to the house which the door was open and decided to check it out. 

Once inside, my boyfriend attacked me, pushing up against the wall, kissing me then groping me all over running his hands under my shirt and skirt feeling my hot pussy and hard nipples. Soon he had my shirt and bra off, with my skirt raised and panties around my ankles. I was so freak-in hot and my young hard teen body was in need of some hot passion. I dropped to my knees, pulled my boyfriends shorts down, and took his hard 5" cock in my mouth. I enjoy sucking his cock and licking the pre cum that oozed out of his rigid dick. He loved the way I looked up at him with my hungry eyes and squeezed his full balls.

We were going at it pretty good when we heard a police radio just outside the shed. The dam nosy neighbors I guess called the police when they saw us wondering around the house. I quickly jumped up but before we could cover up the police officer swung open the door to the shed. There we were standing in all our glory, looking totally shocked, and worst of all, I knew Officer Garza he was a good friend of my father. 

He told us to cover up and get out of the shed so I just had time to pull down my shirt and skirt leaving my bra and panties in the shed. Officer Garza told my boyfriend to get in his truck and leave or he would take him to jail charging him with trespassing and indecent exposure. And he told me that he was going to take me to my dad to tell him what I was up to. My boyfriend didn't wait a second and away he went taking off in his truck leaving me there to deal with my father.

Officer Garza told me to get in the police car and began driving me to my house. The drive to my house is very long since it is located way outside town in the middle of nowhere. Officer Garza was your average cop, slightly overweight but in decent shape for his 42 years of age. As we were driving, I thought he was either taking peeks at my short skirt and smooth legs or hard nipples that were poking out of the fabric of my shirt from the car air conditioning. I started begging with Officer Garza not tell my father and let me off with a warning. That I would clean his house, wash his car, or anything for him not tells so I didn't have to face my father.

Suddenly Officer Garza pulled off the road and into this abandon barn that was about a mile from my house. He looked at me and told me I had two options. One, to get out of the car and have sex with him or Two, stay seated and we will go see your dad. Then he got out of the car and walked to the rear of the vehicle. I sat there dumbfounded, weighing my options, and not even thinking I found myself eagerly getting out of the car walking toward him.

Officer Garza didn't say a word to me as I came to the back of the vehicle but just took his gun belt off, unzipped his pants, and pulled his semi hard cock out. He placed a hand on my shoulder and pushed me down on my knees placing his cock against my lips. I slowly took him into my mouth enjoying his cock swelling in my mouth and the salty taste of his precum. He stared down at me as I took his cock deep in my mouth, licking the tip, and stoking his shaft. He stood me up, took off my shirt exposing my hard young breast and sat me on the trunk of his car. Greedily, he took turns sucking on my hard nipples and kissed his way down my stomach using his hands to lift my skirt and push my thighs apart. 

Kissing my silky thighs, his hot breath was causing my clit to swell and I ached for his tongue to dive deep into my tight young hole. His tongue swirled around my clit then hungrily dove deep into my pussy making me arch my back and moan with intense pleasure. Lapping up my juices, he slid his fingers into me using his thumb to play with my swollen clit. I couldn't believe that this older man, friend of my father, was actually taking advantage of me, but for some strange reason I actually was enjoying it.

He stood up grabbing my legs pulling down on the trunk with his 7" rock hard cock pointing straight at my dripping pussy. I asked him to put on a condom but he said he didn't have any but he would cum on my stomach. The tip of his cock rested on my tight love hole as he stared at me. He held my hips and slowly pushed his rigid dick into me. I wasn't use to anything that big so it took him awhile to work it in. He was enjoying using his fat cock to stretch my young pussy telling me how much he loved my tight my cunt. Once his cock was deep in me, he slowly started to pull it all the way out and shove it all the way back in. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass and it felt like his cock was hitting deep within my pussy against my curvex making me yelp.

Officer Garza was really plowing his cock deep in my pussy making my head spin. I asked him if he loved fucking my young hot body and his cock was so much better than my boyfriend. With sweat bedding from his forehead and his breath, I could see he was getting close to cumming. I told him to fuck my tight pussy, fuck me hard to which he responded by really driving his cock deep into my cunt. I couldn't take it any longer and started to cum over and over again. My body was shaking uncontrollably and my pussy muscles were clenching down on his cock. I guess that sent him over the edge as well because he was grunting and pulling me down onto his cock as he filled my cunt with his cum. He laid on me until his cock went limp, popping out of my sloppy cunt hole.

Officer Garza pulled up his pants, put on his gun belt, and told me that I needed to walk the rest of the way home. I slid off the trunk of the car, put on my shirt and pulled down my skirt and began walking home. As he drove off, he told me to tell my dad he said hello and I walked the rest of the way home with cum running down my legs and hoping that I don't become pregnant. 



Getting Caught



I slammed the door behind me as I walked in the house, getting home from work. My boyfriend, Jason, had called me while I was driving to tell me that he wasn't coming over tonight. I was incredibly angry at him -- my parents hardly ever left me home alone, and I had been looking forward to having him over for most of the weekend. I had planned everything out, and had spent most of the day thinking about taking him into the hot tub, where we would fool around, ending the night with a long session of sex in my room. I had been wet most of the day just thinking about it. But apparently, Jason thought it was more important to go on a road trip with the semi-pro hockey team then to take advantage of a weekend with my parents gone. 

He and I had been dating since our junior year of high school, and he was the only guy I had ever slept with. Lately, I had begun to think that whatever had attracted me to him in the first place was completely gone, as I was getting more and more frustrated with him. I didn't ask much -- it wasn't like I got jealous whenever he was with his friends or anything like that. But I did expect him to spend some time with me, and the fact that he would rather chase a hockey team than sleep with me didn't have anything to do with me being possessive or jealous -- it was insulting. I don't understand how he'd rather go on some sausage-fest hockey trip rather than have sex with his girlfriend. 

Shortly after I had kicked my shoes at the hall closet, nearly hitting the cat, and dropped my bags in the living room, the doorbell rang. I jumped, thinking that perhaps Jason had changed his mind, and ran to the door, grinning as I opened it.

Mr. Davidson, one of my neighbours, was standing on the front step with a few envelopes in his hand. The smile on my face faded slightly. "Hi Mr. D," I said as pleasantly as I could.

"Hi, Gina," he said. He looked at me knowingly. "Expecting someone else?"

I blushed and shook my head. "No, not really."

He laughed. "I know your parents told you I would be checking up on you, but I don't expect you to be by yourself all weekend. Don't worry, I won't tell."

I sighed. "No, Mr. D. I'm really not expecting anyone."

He frowned. "What about that boyfriend of yours, Jerry or whatever his name was?"

"Jason," I said. "He went on a road trip with the hockey team."

"I'm sorry," said Mr. Davidson. "Well, I just wanted to drop off these letters. The mailman put them in my box again by accident."

I nodded, embarrassed. Mr. Davidson must have thought I was pathetic -- I had the house to myself the whole weekend, and I couldn't get my boyfriend to come over. I took the letters from him and smiled at Mr. Davidson as he turned and walked away. He was a really nice guy, and more than once I had found myself staring at him, wondering what he'd be like in bed. He was much older than I was -- older than my dad, I think, by a couple of years. I'd put him at almost 50, but he didn't look it. I usually saw him jogging in the mornings on my way to work, or when college was in session, school. He was in pretty good shape, not built like some of the guys my age are, but pretty trim. He had broad shoulders, and dark brown hair that was greying mostly around the temples, but sprinkled throughout. A couple years ago, he had been a professor at the college I was going to now. But last year, before I started, he decided to change professions and started working as a researcher for some big company that let him make his own hours, so long as he came up with results. I was a bit disappointed -- I had been looking forward to taking Mr. Davidson's class for a long time. 

I closed the door after he had stepped off the porch, though I didn't bother locking it behind me. Whatever I thought about Mr. Davidson was really just fantasy -- I knew he thought I was still just a kid, even though I was already done my first year of college. I couldn't really blame him for that. I was fairly short, and pretty small. I hated how boyish my body looked, sometimes. My breasts weren't that small, but unless I wore an extreme push up bra, I had no cleavage at all. My hips were fairly undefined, and I really wished I had curves. To keep myself from feeling like a boy, I let my blonde hair grow long, but that just made me look younger. No one ever believed that I was 20. When I was in school, people always thought I had skipped a grade, when in actuality, I started school a year late, and was a year older than most of my graduating class. I just looked young. I doubted that Mr. Davidson found me attractive at all. Plus, his wife had left him just a couple months before for a guy who was only a few years older than me. Being with someone my age probably wasn't one of his top priorities right now. 

But still, I couldn't help myself from imagining Mr. Davidson coming over and just taking me. There was something intriguing about being with an older man, especially one who looked like Mr. Davidson. I loved the idea that he could show me so much, just the idea that he was older. I wondered if he would treat me like an equal, or like I was some young kid. I had to admit, I would love if Mr. Davidson would treat me kind of like a kid -- telling me what to do, teasing me... I sighed as I walked down the hall, flipping through the letters he had handed me. I must be insane, I thought. I put the letters on the kitchen counter and leaned against it, thinking. I had an image in my head of Mr. Davidson lifting up my skirt and licking my pussy, my fingers tangled in his salt-and-pepper hair as he tongue-fucked me. The thought made me bite my lip. My pussy was wet, and had been fairly slick most of the day as I had thought about Jason, but I was too mad at him now. Mr. Davidson, on the other hand...

I let one of my hands slide up my stomach and start to rub my breast through my shirt. I only had a thin bra on underneath my blouse, and I could feel my nipple poking through. I pinched it through the fabric and cried out softly. Most of the time, I didn't need to wear a bra -- my breasts were small and firm enough that you couldn't really tell in certain shirts - but I felt wrong going to work without one on. Still, they were sensitive, and even through the fabric, touching them was making me even wetter. I kept rubbing my nipple through my blouse as I lifted my skirt slightly, using a single finger to rub against my damp panties. They were so wet that I could feel the juices soaking through onto my finger, and I let myself touch my clit through the wet fabric for a few moments before I took my hand out of my skirt.

I couldn't do this in the kitchen, I thought, and I quickly made my way to my room, which was downstairs. I left the lights in the den off, the light coming through the windows enough to see, and left the door to my room open so it was lit dimly. I started to unbutton my shirt, wanting to get my bra off so I could rub my breasts properly. I glanced in the mirror as I did so, and laughed at myself, shaking my head. I usually didn't have to masturbate -- whenever I wanted anything, Jason was more than willing to give me what I needed. If he wasn't watching hockey, of course. And when I did touch myself, it was usually at night, in bed, before I fell asleep. I don't think I had ever done this before -- purposely gone downstairs and stripped to masturbate. The thought was kind of exciting. 

I got my blouse off and dropped it on the floor, my bra soon following it. I started to rub both my tits, sighing as I pinched both my nipples. I let myself enjoy it for a few moments, before I decided I needed more. I unzipped my skirt and slid out of it, wiggling my hips so it fell to the floor. I looked in the mirror again. My nipples were hard, the rosy pink nubs sticking out from my pale breasts. I slid my hands down my stomach and hips, my skin tingling with anticipation as I touched my skin. I still had my panties on. They weren't exactly sexy -- just plain white cotton, though they were bikini cut and had a little pink rose embroidered in the center. Even in the dim lighting, I could see the wet spot between my legs. I stared in the mirror, watching as I slid a hand into my panties, rubbing my neatly shaven mound, and gasping as I started to slide a finger along my slit. I couldn't believe how wet I was for a moment, until I thought again about Mr. Davidson licking my cunt. 

The thought excited me even more and I circled my finger around my clit before sliding the tip of it into my tight, dripping wet hole. I sighed softly, pulling it out and circling my clit again before repeating the action. After a few more repetitions, I couldn't take it anymore. 

I pulled my hand out of my panties, giggling as I chucked them right out the door of my room. I sat on my bed, swinging my legs up onto the covers as I arranged the pillows so I was propped up just slightly. I started to touch my breasts again, and this time let one hand continue to fondle myself as I rubbed a finger along my slit. It was covered in juices by the time I slide it inside me, and I sighed as I moved it slowly. I closed my eyes, imagining that the hand on my breast was Mr. Davidson's, and that he was whispering in my ear that I had to be a good little girl if I wanted more. I kept moving my finger slowly, just enjoying the feel of my tight walls as I touched myself. 

I imagined that Mr. Davidson dipped his head down between my legs and was licking at my clit while he fingered me slowly, and I used my thumb to press down on it lightly. The action made me moan unintentionally, and I gasped at the sudden sound. I laughed again, remembering that I didn't really have to be quiet -- no one was home.

I kept pinching my nipple as I worked my pussy with my other hand. I started to move my finger a little bit faster, before deciding it wasn't enough. I took it out, rubbing two fingers along my slit, collecting my juices on both of them before I slide them back in my pussy. I moaned, this time intentionally, moving my fingers slowly again. I tweaked my nipple as I gently rubbed my clit again. "Fuck," I whispered, tilting my head back. 

I was imagining Mr. Davidson licking my nipples as he fingered me, his strong hands on my knees and spreading my legs, when there was a loud bang from above me. I glared at the roof. The stupid cat had probably knocked over his scratching post again, and I was more than annoyed that he had interrupted me. I rolled my eyes, shutting them again as I continued to finger my cunt.

The image in my mind now was of Mr. Davidson, and somehow between my last fantasy and this one, he had lost his clothing. He was lying over top of me, and I could see his cock. I didn't imagine it to be any larger than average -- I was a really small girl, and big cocks kind of made me nervous. Jason had once shown me a picture of a girl not much bigger than me with a cock that must have been thicker than my wrist inside her. I think something like that would just rip me in half, and to tell the truth, they kind of scared me. An average cock was more than enough. I rubbed my hand along my pussy, moaning much louder than was necessary as I imagined Mr. Davidson rubbing his cock along me, asking me if a little girl like me could handle him. I pushed my fingers back inside my cunt, raising my hips just slightly as I pretended they were his cock. I curled my fingers a bit, rubbing them against my g-spot as I started moving them quicker. I was gasping now, still fondling my breast as I imagined Mr. Davidson thrusting into me. 

I bit my lip, shuddering as I felt the onset of my orgasm coming on. In my mind, Mr. Davidson was holding my legs over his shoulders, pushing his cock deep inside me with every thrust. 

"Fuck, Mr. D," I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut as tight as they would go. I was close, and I moved my fingers as fast as they could, my other hand abandoning my breast so it could pay full attention to my clit. "Oh Mr. D, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck me, Mr. D..." 

I don't even know exactly what I was whispering, all I know is that in my mind, Mr. Davidson was thrusting hard into me. I was writhing under my own fingers, imagining everything I could about his cock, when I heard the floor creak outside my room. 

The sound terrified me, and I pulled both my hands away from me, though it was absolute torture to do so when I was so close. "Tiger?" I said. I knew it wasn't the cat. The floor only creaked when something about as heavy as a person stood on it -- it was how I knew when my dad was trying to listen in on my phone conversations. I rolled off my bed quickly and grabbed a pair of scissors off my desk, holding them out in front of me as I walked to my bedroom door. I flicked on the light as I stepped out. 

"Mr. Davidson!" I shrieked. He was standing right beside my door, a shocked expression on his face, a white envelope in his hand. "Jesus, what are you doing here?!"

I felt my face flush, and I was pretty sure the rest of my body did, too. That was when I remembered the rest of my body was naked, and I shrieked again, using my hands in a lame attempt to cover myself. I was still holding the scissors, and I dropped them onto the floor. 

"I forgot to give you one of the letters," he said, looking away from me. "I was just going to leave it on the counter but I heard you... umm... well, groan, and I thought you were hurt or sick, so I came down to..."

I took a few steps back towards my room, trying to find a shirt, a skirt, anything to cover myself. I could see myself in the mirror, my face beet-red, and the colour trailing down my neck. My clothes were on the other side of my room, so I grabbed the blanket off my bed and covered myself with it.

"I... I was just... I didn't..." I stuttered as I walked back into the family room. Mr. Davidson was still staring at the floor, and holding the envelope. I reached out and took the envelope from him, but when I did, something fell out of his hand and to the floor. I looked down to see my panties on the ground in front of me. "Why did you..."

"They were on the floor, I thought... It was kind of dark, I didn't know they were your... uh... panties..." he said. 

I buried my head in my hands, humiliated. "Look, Gina, it's okay," he said. "Everyone does... that... and you know, it's just..."

"I'm so embarrassed," I said. Holding up the blanket, I tried to walk past Mr. Davidson so I could run into the bathroom and just hide there until he left. However, the blanket was dragging on the floor, and I had only taken a couple of steps before I tripped.

Mr. Davidson instinctively reached out, catching me before I fell on my face. The angle he caught me at, however, he had to move his foot to balance himself, and it got caught on my blanket. We both fell to the ground, Mr. Davidson's arm around my blanket-covered waist to keep me from falling. I ended up squished between him and the wall, his arm pinned beneath me.

I looked at him for a moment after we fell, trying to figure out why, in God's name, this was happening to me. Mr. Davidson tried to smile, though he was looking at me with a large amount of pity. He couldn't move with his arm pinned under me, and I couldn't get up without my blanket falling down. I was so upset that I just burst into tears.

"Hey, don't cry, honey," he said, his expression changing a bit. 

"You must think I'm pathetic," I sobbed, turning my head away from him. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Davidson."

"What happened to Mr. D?" he teased. "And what are you apologizing for? I'm incredibly flattered, Gina." 

I sniffled and shook my head. My stomach hurt, I was so embarrassed, and I turned my head away from him. "You think I'm just a stupid little kid, and I should be trying to prove to you that I'm not instead of just crying like a baby." I didn't want him to think of me as a stupid kid -- my fantasy had definitely been a lot sexier than that. I flushed horribly.

He adjusted the blanket around me slightly. "I don't think you're a stupid little kid," he said. "I've never thought that. I think you're a beautiful girl, Gina."

I sniffled, looking at him. "You think I'm pretty?" I whispered. 

He laughed, hugging me slightly. "Of course I do. I think you're adorable. And you shouldn't be embarrassed about this, okay? I won't tell anyone." 

I sighed, almost forgetting I was naked as I rested my head against his shoulder. "Adorable," I said sadly.

"What's wrong with that?"

I shrugged. "People don't think of 'adorable' people in the way I was just thinking about you, Mr. D." 

He was quiet for a moment. "Gina," he said, his voice very soft. "I can't tell you the things I think about you. I'm older than your father. I don't want to be a dirty old man."

I turned my head a bit. "What do you mean?"

He shook his head. "We shouldn't talk about this." He struggled a bit, trying to get up. "Look, I promise I won't say anything to anyone, and we won't talk about this again, okay?"

"Mr. D, what do you mean?" I asked, standing up as he did. He started to walk to the stairs, and I hoisted the bottom of the blanket up as high as I could so I could hurry towards him. "Tell me!" I ordered, as I slipped between him and the stairs.

"Christ, Gina. You're... you..." He stuttered for a moment before he shook his head again. "This isn't right."

"You think about me like that?" I asked, though I already knew the answer -- he was a terrible liar. "Do you?"

"It doesn't matter," he replied, flushing a bit. "What difference does it make?" He tried to move past me, but I climbed a couple of stairs backwards and dropped the blanket.

"It makes a difference," I said, standing naked in front of him. 

Mr. Davidson stumbled backwards, almost falling. "Jesus," he whispered.

I walked down the stairs, closer to him. "Mr. D, tell me. If you say that you don't, I'll put the blanket back on."

"I... I..." he stuttered. I bit my lip, realising that our exchange was exciting me, and seeing as I hadn't actually finished my session earlier, I was still incredibly wet. I knew that Mr. Davidson had thought of me like this before -- he wouldn't be so ambiguous if he hadn't. Now all I could think about was having him touch me. Mr. Davidson cleared his throat as he looked away from me. "Gina, you're a great kid. A young, pretty girl like you... if anyone found out that... if I even thought..."

"Have you ever thought about me while you touched yourself, Mr. D?" I interrupted, my voice breathy.

"I can't tell you that," he answered, sounding slightly shocked.

"If you tell me, I'll touch myself for you," I told him, giggling a bit. "Were you watching me earlier? Did you like it? Were you thinking that I was too young for that sort of thing? I bet you were, and I bet you liked that."

"Gina..." he said. 

I giggled again, grinning. "You just have to say it, Mr. D, then I'll let you watch me all you want. Come on, I know you want to." 

"I..." His jaw twitched a bit as he looked at me.

"Do you think about me when you touch yourself?" I asked again.

He paused for a moment, and I could see him swallow. "Yes," he finally said. 

I flushed a bit, though not from embarrassment. "What do you think about?" I asked softly, just the thought of him stroking himself while he thought of me was sending little shocks through my body. 

He looked away from me. "I think about you in those little shorts you wear when you're cutting the grass. The way you're young enough to be my daughter, and how absolutely wrong that is. I can't help it, though. I think about how young you are and I hate myself for thinking that it makes you even more attractive, like I could just take care of you. I think about how cute you are, and how I just want to..." He stopped, and shook his head again. "Don't do this to me, Gina. I... we... can't." 

"What else?" I asked, feeling a tingle run though my stomach, especially when he said he could take care of me. He sounded protective, caring, like he could show me so much. There were so many things he could take care of for me. I stepped towards him again. Mr. Davidson took another step back, the couch now right behind him. 




Getting Caught



"Please, Gina..."

"Stop stalling, Mr. D," I said, and with another step I was standing directly in front of him as he leaned against the couch, unable to take his eyes off my naked body. "What do you think about doing to me?" He shook his head. "Nothing? Okay, I'll tell you. When you were watching me just now, I was thinking about you licking my pussy before you started fucking me, wondering if a little girl like me could take your cock. Did you like watching me touch myself, Mr. D?" He swallowed hard, his eyes raking over my body before he nodded slowly. I giggled and grinned. "Want me to do it again?"

He looked up at me, reaching out and taking my hand. "Gina, I would like nothing better. But you don't understand... this is too wrong. Your parents would kill me, and you're so young..."

I moved forward, standing so close to Mr. Davidson that I was almost touching him. "I'm not a child, Mr. D. And it's not like I would tell my parents, I'm not stupid." He shook his head again and I frowned, pouting a bit. "Please, Mr. D? I want it so bad." I pulled his hand closer to me, sliding it up my hip and stomach until it reached my breast. "Please?" I said again.

Mr. Davidson stared at his hand, shaking slightly as he started to move it against my breast. I sighed softly and he brushed his fingers against my nipple. He suddenly shuddered and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him as he leaned against the couch. He sat against the arm, lowering his head so his face was in line with my breasts. His hands moved against the small of my back and down to my ass as he pushed his mouth against my breasts. 

"Will you let me watch you?" he whispered, his words muffled against my breasts. 

I giggled and pulled away from him, grabbing his hand. "I want to do it in my room, Mr. D," I said as I led him towards it. I crawled on my bed, my room lit fairly well from the light being on in the den, and sat in the same place I had been before. Mr. Davidson stood in my doorway, looking nervous. I grinned. "You can't see very well from there, Mr. D. Don't you want to see my room?" I said, my voice higher and girlier than it usually was, and just the fact that I was teasing him like that made me giggle again. He took a step forward, smiling nervously, standing at the foot of my bed. I smiled at him before I started playing with my breasts. I rubbed them, running my thumbs over my nipples and moaning softly. I kept rubbing one breast with one hand while I moved the other to my pussy. I played with my pussy lips, tracing my smooth, shaven mound with my middle finger. I let it trail against my slit, circling my clit before I started to rub it gently. I was quickly building up again, and I moaned as I pushed my finger into my tight hole. I began to move it inside me, at a quick, steady pace. I tilted my head back, my eyes fluttering shut as I added a second finger. I was getting really into it, biting my lip as I fingered myself, and I had almost forgotten Mr. Davidson was watching me until I heard him unbuckle his belt.

I opened my eyes, looking at Mr. Davidson. His eyes were fixed on my hand moving in my pussy, and I watched him unzip his pants and pull his cock out. I moaned as he started to stroke himself, my eyes fixated on his cock. I was a little off in my fantasies of him -- his cock was of average length, but thicker than I had thought. It was currently rock hard, and I couldn't help but move my fingers a little faster as I watched pre-cum drip off his tip. I rubbed my clit hard as I watched Mr. Davidson jerk off, his vision fixated on me. His hand was moving quickly on his cock, and as he groaned, I felt my orgasm finally coming on. I started to pant, moving my fingers hard, and I came quickly, squirming from the sensations and grinding against my own hand as I cried out. I braced against the bread, shuddering under the surges of pleasure running through me. 

As I came down, Mr. Davidson sat on the bed, crawling towards me. He pulled my hands toward him, sucking my juices off my fingers. I giggled as he ran his tongue against them, flicking it between my fingers. As he sucked on them, he moved his hand to my pussy, lazily rubbing my slit. I sighed softly as he touched me lightly, tracing his fingers along my slit and lips, his hand cupping my shaven mound.

He curled up next to me, leaning down to press his lips against my breasts. I bit my lip as he kissed all around my nipple. He flicked his tongue against my nipple, twirling his tongue around it before he sucked gently. His hand was still rubbing my pussy softly, his fingers just moving against me, not pushing into my cunt. His motions were relaxing, though the attention he was paying to my breasts was making me wet all over again. I let my hand trail up to his hair, gently running my fingers through his hair as I tried to get his attention. He sucked my nipple a moment longer before he looked up at me. I bit my lip shyly. "Mr. D, will you kiss me?" I asked.

He laughed softly, taking his hand away from my pussy and bringing it up to my breast, fondling me. "You're okay with kissing an old man like me, little girl?"

I giggled, pulling myself close to him. He put an arm around me, still running his fingers along my breast as he leaned in, nipping lightly at my bottom lip before he kissed me. He ran his tongue along my lip, and I couldn't help myself from moaning softly. He kissed much better than Jason, and his lips felt wonderful against mine. Mr. Davidson laughed softly as I sighed. He moved his lips, kissing my jaw before he moved to my neck. He sucked on my neck, his hand never leaving my breast.

"Can I ask you something?" he suddenly whispered, his lips brushing the skin just below my ear. I nodded and he sucked on my neck again. "Tell me what you've done with your boyfriend."

I blushed and bit my lip. "You mean like, have I slept with him?"

He laughed a bit. "Well, yes. But what do you do when you sleep with him?"

I shrugged. "Well, I touch him for a little bit, and he fingers me a bit, and then we... well, sleep together."

Mr. Davidson laughed again, his breath warm against my neck. "What do you touch?"

"His... well, you know what I mean," I said, giggling a bit.

"Say it," Mr. Davidson said. "Don't be embarrassed, honey. Tell me what you touch."

I bit my lip. "His c-cock," I murmured, blushing. 

Mr. Davidson groaned softly, pressing against me. "Tell me what he does to you."

"He fingers my pussy," I said quickly.

He sighed, licking my neck. "Tell me more."

I shrugged. "That's really all, Mr. D. Then I lie on my back and we... well... do it."

Mr. Davidson moved away from my neck and looked at me. "That's all? He never licks your pussy?"

I blushed and shook my head. "Well, he did a little bit once, but he said he didn't like how it tasted."

"He didn't..." Mr. Davidson looked at me and shook his head. "No wonder you need an older man." He immediately moved his lips back to my skin. He sucked on my neck, before licking and nibbling at my skin as he made his way down to my breasts. He sucked on each nipple, then kept moving down my stomach until he was kissing my smooth mound with his hands resting firmly on my hips. He slid his hands down against my thighs, pushing them apart. I craned my neck, looking down to watch him as he kissed my inner thighs before licking at my slick lips. I sighed, watching as he flicked his tongue against my slit before dipping his tongue into my cunt. It was better than I had even imagined. He licked at my pussy, sucking on my clit lightly. I couldn't believe that my fantasy from just moments before was happening. I reached down, running my fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair, holding his head close to me as he lapped at me. The feeling was unbelievable, and I tilted my head back as I enjoyed the sensations his tongue was causing to run through me. He teased me lazily, the movements of his mouth pleasurable but not enough to push me over the edge yet. His tongue pushed at my hole, and I got the feeling that he was enjoying just licking at me. 

After a few moments of his relaxed movements, he began to move his tongue a bit faster, dipping it into my hole again as he reached up to rub my clit. I was amazed at how just a slight shift in movement could suddenly cause such different sensations to flow through my body. He flicked his tongue against my clit, moving his finger to slowly penetrate my hole. I moaned and he pushed his finger entirely in me, moving it at the same pace that he began to suck on my clit. He began to alternate his motions, sucking on my clit and fingering me one moment, before pushing his tongue into my cunt and rubbing my clit the next. He kept his movements slow, controlling my build up. When my breathing started to get a bit faster, he sped up, sliding another finger inside me as he sucked on my clit. I gasped, but found myself grinding against his hand and face. He fingered me deeply, grazing his teeth against my clit. I could feel my orgasm building up quickly, and I was squirming underneath him. Suddenly, he curled his fingers, hitting my g-spot, and I was suddenly teetering on the edge. I squirmed underneath him, crying out loudly. As I did, Mr. Davidson twirled his tongue around my clit and sucked, pushing me into my second orgasm. My hands were still in his hair, and when the blinding white had faded from my eyes, I realised I was pushing Mr. Davidson's head against my dripping cunt. His tongue was lapping at me in the same lazy way it had been when he started, and I pulled my hands away, a little embarrassed. 

"Sorry," I murmured, giggling a bit as he pulled his head from between my legs and kissed my mound softly. 

"I have no idea why you would be," he said. "That was thoroughly enjoyable." His hands were on my hips, rubbing me gently as he moved up from between my legs. He lay next to me on the bed, kissing my neck as I recovered from my orgasm. I turned toward him, enjoying the feel of his lips on my neck, when I realised that he was still fully dressed. Not only that, but I had already had two orgasms, and I hadn't even touched him yet. It was strange to me -- Jason always demanded that I stroke his cock before he would touch me. I was so used to it that the fact that Mr. Davidson hadn't said anything yet was completely foreign to me -- the fact that he had put me before him was strange. As I realised it, I started to pull on Mr. Davidson's shirt, wanting to touch him, make him feel as good as he had made me feel. He kept kissing my neck, and I pulled his shirt up. He moved his lips away from me as I pulled it over his head, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me close to him as soon as I had it off him. My breasts were pressed against his chest and I could feel my hard nipples pressed against him. He was toned, the arms around me muscular, but not huge. He sucked on my neck again, not hard enough to leave ugly marks like Jason did, but lightly, just allowing an electrifying sensation to run through me. I ran my hands down his arms, pulling him away from me slightly so I could reach his pants. They were still unzipped, but at some point he must have pulled them up again. I pushed his pants down his hips, taking my time as I returned to his underwear and pulled them down. His cock had softened a little bit, but it was still mostly hard, and I reached down to stroke it gently as Mr. Davidson leaned up to kiss me. I kissed him for a moment, then nudged him, making him roll onto his back. He did and I moved on top of him, using my mouth to kiss and lick down his body in the same way he had done to me.

By the time I got to his cock, it was rock hard again. I stroked it slowly, using just the tip of my fingers, and stuck my tongue out, licking his tip tentatively. I felt Mr. Davidson's hands on my shoulders and I looked up. "You don't have to do that," he said. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to."

I giggled. "I don't mind, Mr. D. Jason says I'm pretty good at it, but I only do it to him as a treat, since I never seem to get anything back."

Mr. Davidson laughed and shook his head. "That boyfriend of yours needs a kick in the ass," he said. I shrugged, then returned to his cock. I flicked my tongue out again, licking his tip before I licked the underside of his cock. I glanced up as I did so. Mr. Davidson's eyes were fixated on me, and I smiled before I licked the rest of it. There was a drop of pre-cum leaking out his tip, and I licked it up before I slid his cock into my mouth. I heard Mr. Davidson groan quietly, and I sucked on just his tip before I popped his cock out of my mouth, licking it again. I twirled my tongue around his tip for a moment before I slid him back into my mouth, only this time instead of stopping at his tip, I took as much of him as I could. He groaned a bit louder that time, and his hands moved from my shoulders to the back of my head. "Just a little more, Gina," he murmured, putting just a bit of pressure on my head. I tried to take more of his cock, but it hit the back of my throat and I started to gag, pulling back a bit. As I did, I used one of my hands to fondle his balls, rubbing them gently as I bobbed my head on just his tip. I sucked lightly on him, then tried to take more of him again. I gagged a little less, and Mr. Davidson pushed up just the slightest bit into my mouth, holding me there for a moment before I pulled back. I kept sucking on him, alternating between sucking on his tip and trying to swallow his entire cock, all the while rubbing his balls. I was really getting into it, enjoying the sporadic groans from Mr. Davidson and the feel of his cock when it was stuffed in my mouth, when Mr. Davidson held my head back. I glanced up at him, his tip still resting in my mouth. His breathing was a bit faster and he smiled at me. "Your boyfriend was right, you are good. I can't take much more of that," he said. "I don't want this to be over so fast."

I grinned, sucking on his tip teasingly before I pulled away from him completely. He pulled me up on top of him and I straddled him, resting against his stomach. I could feel his cock against my ass before Mr. Davidson pulled me forward, my ass lifting up in the air. He lifted his head a bit, his mouth finding my hard nipple almost instantly as he reached behind me and grasped my ass. He sucked on my nipple, making me cry out before he moved his head between my small breasts, kissing each of them before moving his attention to my other breast. I sighed and pushed my breasts against him. After a few moments, he pulled me down his body a bit, kissing me hard as his hands guided my lower body down. I felt his cock pressing against my pussy, which was wet from the attention he had been paying to my breasts. I sighed against his lips and he grazed his teeth against my bottom lip. "Is this okay?" he whispered, completely serious. "We can stop if..."

I pulled away from his mouth and looked at him. "I don't want to stop. I want you to fuck me, Mr. D." 

He stared at me for a moment, looking slightly amused before I kissed him again. As I did, he pulled me down completely on his cock, thrusting up into me. I couldn't help but cry out -- he was much thicker than Jason was, and I could feel him stretching me. He buried his cock in my cunt, and held me still against him for a moment before he started to guide my movements, his hands never leaving my ass. I gasped as I moved against him. Jason and I had never fucked in this position, and Mr. Davidson was hitting places in my cunt that I didn't even know existed. Soon, Mr. Davidson's hands were just resting against my ass as I rode his cock, moving my hips hard against him. I gasped and moaned, feeling myself build up in a way I had never felt before. My movements started to get a bit more sporadic, but before I could cum, Mr. Davidson stilled my movements, his hands holding me firmly down against him.

I looked at him, panting. "Please, don't make me stop," I gasped, trying to writhe against him, so close that I could feel myself falling away from my orgasm. I groaned in frustration and Mr. Davidson kissed me again.

"You'll thank me later, honey," he whispered, before sitting up with his cock still buried in me. He lifted me, standing up off the bed. I squealed as he did, surprised that he was lifting me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist quickly, holding myself up as I hugged his shoulders. Mr. Davidson laughed, his hands supporting me underneath him, and made to turn me onto my back.

"Can we try something?" I asked suddenly, before he laid me on the bed.

Mr. Davidson kissed me. "Of course," he said. 

I flushed a bit. "Can you... can we try it against the wall?"

He kissed me again. "Of course." He took a step, moving me against the wall in my room. I jumped as he pressed me against it, the wall cool against my back. Mr. Davidson braced me against the wall, pressed close against me as he started to move slowly inside me. I cried out softly and he kissed my neck. "You're so amazing," he whispered, his voice muffled by my neck and staggered as he gasped for breath. "I love how young you are. That make me bad?"

I shook my head, gasping as he fucked me. "I like it too, Mr. D," I said. And I wasn't lying -- the way he was fucking me was one thing, but the fact that he was old enough to be my father was adding much more to the experience -- each time I thought of it, my stomach fluttered and I couldn't keep myself from grinding against him.

He groaned, his mouth against my skin as he thrust into me. "I loved watching you suck on me," he murmured in the same staggered tone. "Your little mouth... fuck, making me feel like a dirty old man. But it's so good. Fuck..." I gasped as he talked, the words just adding to the sensations flowing through me. This angle, too, was different, and before long I was squirming against him, wanting to cum. Mr. Davidson, again, slowed, just burying himself in my cunt. This time, I couldn't help myself from crying out loudly and pushing against him just slightly. "No..." I gasped. "Please, Mr. D, I need to cum..."

He laughed. "I want you on your bed. I love the thought of you on your bed," he said, lifting me again and moving to the bed. He gently laid me on the bed, my head on a pillow as he held himself over top of me. He kissed me again before he started thrusting into me. His pace was slow and I moaned, lifting my hips off the bed to grind against him. "Not yet, little girl," he whispered, holding my hips down with his hands as he moved inside me. 

"Please, please, Mr. D," I gasped, a tingling sensation running through me as he called me a little girl. "I need to, so bad..."

He groaned, and I got the feeling that he couldn't help himself from moving faster inside me. I sighed in relief, feeling myself building up again as he thrust into me. "I'm close, baby," he gasped. "Where do you want me to cum?"

"Inside me," I gasped back. "Jason's never cum in my pussy before, Mr. D, I want you to."

He groaned again, his pace hard and fast. "Is that okay?" he asked. 

"Don't you want to cum in my little girl pussy?" I asked, giggling and gasping, moving against him as I tried to push myself over the edge.

Mr. Davidson made a noise, thrusting hard into me. He reached down, rubbing my clit hard, pushing me over the edge. I cried out loudly, squirming underneath him as the hardest orgasm I've ever had washed over me. As if from a distance, I heard Mr. Davidson grunt, and I felt him spurt inside my cunt. The feeling of his hot cum inside me prolonged my orgasm as I gasped and writhed beneath him. My eyes were squeezed shut as I shuddered, multiple waves of bliss running through me. It seemed to last forever, and when I finally began to come down from it, I felt Mr. Davidson's lips on my neck again. His cock was still buried in my cunt. I moved against him and he pulled out, moving away from me and lying beside me. I collapsed completely, lying on my back just trying to catch my breath. After a few moments, I rolled to face him. Mr. Davidson was looking at me, and when I smiled at him, he looked relieved. 




Getting Caught



"It was okay?" he asked as I moved close to him. He wrapped his arms around me and I rested my head on his chest.

"It was amazing," I whispered. "I like being a little girl for you, Mr. D." 

He laughed, holding me close. I snuggled against him, shutting my eyes. I hoped he liked girls who got their own way, because I wasn't letting him leave my house for the rest of the weekend.



Getting Caught



You are sitting in your apartment alone, your girlfriend having gone out to have lunch with her friends, and I knock at your door. I'm wearing a black trench coat and high heels...and nothing else. When you open the door, I smile and drop the trench coat. You pull me in quickly; scan the hall to make sure no one saw me. 

"Jesus...what are you doing here?" you ask nervously. "I thought we were meeting for a friendly dinner later tonight?" 

"I couldn't wait," I say and rub my hand along the growing bulge in your pants; you are already very hard. You shudder at my touch.

"This is probably not a good idea," you mumble.

"I'm full of bad ideas," I say, and I kiss you, gently at first and then harder. I love how your jeans rub against my skin. You grunt a little as I pull you into me. You grind against me, pushing me back into the wall, squeeze my tits with your hands, moan and lick my neck. But then you pull back.

"Wait! Wait!" you say, breathlessly "...this...I....we....we can't do this now...I didn't plan this...she is not gone for very long." 

"I don't care." I say. I slide down, my body rubbing against you as I fall. I kneel down and undo your pants, free your cock and lick it, rub your precum on my lips. You rock your head back in arousal and groan. I slide your cock past my soft lips and into my mouth, all the way down my throat and back. You fall back slightly leaning on the wall, mumbling "no" but your body is already hardening at my touches. I pull you down to the floor with me; you try to struggle against me a little bit but finding it hard to resist my luscious body. 

I pull your pants off, and your shirt, I crawl up your body, pausing occasionally to rub my cunt against your thigh, then stomach, your chest. I kneel above your face, my bent legs on either side of your head, my hot steaming pussy just inches from your mouth. You look up in awe of me. You can smell me and the smell is intoxicating. You reach up your hands and grab handfuls of my ass, trying to pull my sex down to your mouth but I resist and pull away, teasing you. I control you and what you are allowed to do. 

"Stick out your tongue baby," I say.

You stick it out as long as you can and I gently lower myself and rub myself on your tongue. You moan and try to lick me. 

"Nah ah!" I say and pull away. "Bad boy!" You can still taste me on your tongue. You lick your lips trying to taste more.

"What do I taste like baby?" I ask.

"Sooo good. Like strawberries and cream." you whisper hoarsely. 

"You want more, baby?" I ask and you nod furiously.

I lower myself onto your mouth again, rub my whole cunt against the length of your tongue and chin. You feel my weight a little and lick up manically. I am getting so wet, your face is glistening. I lower and rub myself over your face. You gasp a bit for air, and lick my lips and mound hungrily, you lick my ass, your tongue all over and teeth biting gently into the flesh, trying to get your tongue everywhere you can. 

"Mmmm," I moan, "you make me feel so dirty, baby." I press my ass harder against your tongue. "Do you like licking my ass baby?" I ask, and you lick faster and deeper, mumbling and moaning. I lean forward, press my open pussy to your mouth, lean down and take your cock into my mouth again. You reach up and slide a finger into my cunt, and the other in my ass while you lick my clit furiously. You let out a groan that I can feel vibrate against my pussy. I have the overwhelming urge to fuck you. I crawl down you body, leaving a wet trail from your mouth down to your stomach, the smell of me all over your face and chest. I straddle you and take your cock and slide you into me with my hands. I start to buck on you slowly at first but then harder and faster. You are staring up at my backside, completely entranced. You bend a bit forward reach and grasp me by the hips and slam me down on you harder. I gasp at the hard shock of your cock hitting my wall. You slam me down on you repeatedly, with animalistic grunting. You are so big and thick you are staring to hurt me, but I can't stop, I want you filling me up. You thrust up, lifting me off the ground; I try to balance myself on your knees. My back tenses and I mewl like a cat, moaning and breathing harder. "Fuck me, hurt me!" I scream. You are like a maniac, wild, grunting. You feel so good slamming into me, my body is slapping into yours at full force. I'm getting so wet my juices are sliding down your cock and inner thighs, a small pool of our wetness grows on the floor beneath us. You grunt and whisper in a hoarse voice that you can't last much longer. 

"Ahh yes, give it to me baby, cum!" I reach down with one hand and start to rub my clit, my fingers touching your cock as you thrust into me and slide. You feel yourself beginning to explode and you grunt loudly. "Oh god yes," I scream, "cum for me, fill me up with your hot cum baby!" You fuck me faster, thrusting deeper, and explode against the walls of my cunt. You and I spasm, I arch my back, shaking; my pussy is throbbing. I shake and throw my head back, trying to breathe.

And when we are finally quieter, you hear a familiar voice talking on a mobile phone coming down the hallway towards your apartment. You freeze. I look back at you and smile wickedly. A key turns in the lock...



Getting Caught



The snowflakes drifted down through the trees like tiny gifts from heaven. I held my face up to catch some on my tongue.

"Excuse me," a voice called out.

Immediately I crouched down, frozen in shock. Just a moment ago, the forest had seemed so deserted. It had that muffled, soundless quality that only a snowstorm can bring. But now, somehow, my sanctuary was being threatened. I squatted there, with my arms covering my breasts, feeling the chill of the new-fallen snow pressed against my naked ass. I thought briefly about going back for my clothes, but they were at least forty yards away, at the base of the oak where I'd left them. Too far to run, I thought, as my eyes swept the woods looking for the source of the voice.

"Excuse me," the man called again. That's when I saw him. He was standing on the road, near the point where the two dirt roads intersect, and he was looking straight at me through the trees. It was clear that he was talking to me, but I was too stunned to voice a reply. "I'm looking for my little sister," he yelled to me. "Did you see a girl come this way?"

"No, I didn't," I blurted out, just hoping he'd go away.

"Can you come out so I can talk to you?"

My heart was pounding -- particularly since I had no where to run. To my back was a fence that I couldn't possibly climb. "I ... I can't," I told him. "I'm not wearing any clothes." Even as I said it, I knew it sounded insane. It was hard for me to see the guy through the trees, but not that hard. He probably already knew that I was naked.

"It's okay. Come out so we can talk. I won't bite."

I was frightened and embarrassed, maybe a little terrified too, but I guess a part of me was also excited. I wouldn't admit it, not even to myself, but this had probably been one of the reasons for me getting naked in the first place. I'd been aroused by the possibility -- very remote I thought - that I might get caught. 

Trying to quell my nerves, I stood up and slowly made my way through the trees wearing nothing but my boots. I had my arms covering my chest, and I was shivering slightly, but it wasn't from the cold. With almost no wind blowing, the temperature felt surprisingly warm.

"I haven't seen anyone since I got here," I told him, stopping while I was still a few yards from the road.

"Come on out and let me see you," he said, holding out his hand. 

He was in his twenties, good looking and nicely dressed. He had a smile that was warm and engaging. I quickly judged that he probably wouldn't attack me. Feeling unbelievably embarrassed, I slowly closed some of the remaining distance between us.

"Come," he said, still holding out his hand.

I took the last few steps and allowed him to take my hand and help me up onto the road.

"Let's walk together,' he said as he locked his fingers in mine and started off down the road, taking me with him. "It's not often that I get to walk with a beautiful, naked stranger. So tell me, why is it that you decided to get naked?"

"Uh ... it was a nice night and ... and I thought it would be fun. I guess I like feeling the air on my skin," I told him, thinking I sounded totally lame. "I didn't think anyone would be here," I added.

"Well, I'm glad you decided to come out. Glad I did too. My little sister got in a fight with my mother. That's why I'm out here. My sister was supposed to have cleaned out the horse stall today and she didn't. She got into a shouting match with my mom. Then she walked out. I figured she's probably headed over to the stables, so I came out to try and find her. I thought it might not be safe for her to be out alone in the woods."

"That's a nice thing to do," I told him. 

He introduced himself - his name was Carl - and he promptly started a running conversation. He asked me my name and where I went to school. He told me he was a sophomore at the local college. He had his own place, but was staying at his Mom's over the weekend. He talked about his school. He got me to tell him something about my life. Then he talked about the snow and how good the skiing would be. The whole time I felt like I was having some kind of surreal, out-of-body experience. Here I was, having this very normal conversation with a stranger. But I was holding his hand and walking along beside him without a stitch of clothing -- and he was acting very cool about it! I had long since stopped trying to hide my breasts. Instead I just listened to him talk. He had a deep, sexy voice that made me tremble inside. 

It had crossed my mind that a car might come along and see me, but the odds of that were pretty slim. We were on a dirt road, seldom traveled even at the best of times. Right now, the snow on the road was almost a foot deep. It seemed unlikely that a car would try to navigate the road in these conditions. But with every step I took, I knew I was getting further from my clothes. I began to wonder if I shouldn't tell Carl that I needed to turn back. That's when he suddenly grew quiet and stopped walking.

My whole body froze as Carl looked me up and down. Then, in a sudden move, he pulled me towards him and wrapped me in his arms. It scared the hell out of me! I brought my hands up to try to push him away, but he held me tight. He had his face close to mine and was looking deeply, searchingly into my eyes. The look was so intense; I felt he must surely know my secrets. "Don't be afraid," he told me in a soft voice.

When Carl's lips met mine, my resistance started to fade. Before long, my hands had dropped to my sides. Despite the chill of his coat as it pressed against my naked skin, my body felt infused with heat. With a nearly crushing force, he drew me in tight pressing his body close to mine. His lips opened against me. His hands moved down to my ass, making my body melt into his. As his leg pressed between mine, lightning went off in my head. In an almost dreamlike state, I found myself moaning into his mouth.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he said when he finally broke our kiss. My head had dropped back and his mouth was moving down my neck. He spoke to me in a deep, passionate voice, raw with emotion. "I need to taste your body."

His mouth sucked on my throat, like a vampire taking its prey. Holding me with one arm, he slipped off his coat and laid it on the snow behind me. Then he took my breast in his mouth and lowered me onto his coat. When he dropped to his knees between my open legs, I briefly thought that I should try to stop him. But it was way too late for that. Instead, I parted my legs to his gaze, letting him know that I was his to use. 

Carl lowered his face to my pussy. With a teasing gentleness, he began kissing and licking my sensitive flesh. His touch brought moans to my lips. I felt the heat surge through my body. In desperation, I pulled his face hard into my wetness. I thrust up against him as his tongue found its way to my tunnel. Using all my remaining will power, I released my hold on his head. In a subtle show of surrender, I lay my hands back on the new fallen snow and allowed myself to be taken. 

***

That time with Carl was my first. Not the first time I ever had sex with somebody, but the first time I was caught naked. Over the years since, I've been caught numerous times. Clearly, I've been trying to get caught. It's become an obsession. I dream about it when I'm at work. I think about it with every man I meet -- and with some of the women as well. Often I'll act on my fantasies - in patterns of behavior that repeat themselves over and over. But the fantasies never get boring. The variations seem to be endless. And the fear and excitement I feel when taking risks are forever driving me forward. 

On that first twilit evening, Carl and I made love with a passion I'd never known. It was like living a dream that had somehow come true. Orgasms came to me in wave after wave of emotion. Our moans echoed through the trees. Afterwards, when we lay collapsed side-by-side, the snowflakes anointed our bodies. We laughed at our craziness, and laughed again when we saw the wet spot I'd left on his jacket. Finally, we kissed each other, said our goodbyes, and left, going our separate ways. He went in search of his sister, and I went in search of my clothes. I walked away from that place feeling a peace and joy that I've seldom experienced. I felt as light as air - open to the world around me - naked as the day I was born. It was the sort of feeling I'd spend a lifetime trying to recapture. 

***

Less than a week later, at my apartment, I began leaving my window shades part way up at night. My apartment is on the ground floor of a sprawling two-story complex. The bedroom and living room windows face out towards the back of the building. At night, people walk their dogs out there. I had seen this one guy in particular who came by every night. He was young and good-looking. I guess I could have gone out there and found a way to introduce myself, but I wasn't interested in the whole dating, get-to-know-you type of thing. So instead, I just left my shades up and kept on watching. 

On this particular night, I had planned only to take a nice long shower. But my fantasies began to get the best of me. I ended up taking my shower with the bathroom door open and all the lights in the apartment turned off. I left the lights off so that every few minutes, I could run to the bedroom window and see if the guy was out there. About a half hour into this routine, I finally saw him. He was walking his dog towards my apartment from a few buildings away. With my fear rapidly mounting, I began turning on the lights. Then I stood in my bedroom toweling myself off. 

My heart was racing, but I tried acting nonchalant. I stole occasional glances towards the window until I saw the guy moving into the shadows behind my building. I walked through my apartment, pretending that I'd lost something and turning on more lights as I went. Then I looked in the mirror, acting like I'd found a bump on my naked ass. I struck every sexy pose I could think of trying to see that bump. Finally, I grabbed a bag of chips and went into the living room to watch some TV. 

My living room arrangement was well suited to my purpose. The TV sat next to the window, and I had a big lounge chair that faced it. I sat in my lounge chair pretending to watch a show while I occasionally stole glances outside. I put my feet up on the foot stool and allowed my legs to part. I could see my guy moving in the darkness. I couldn't see his features, but I knew that he was watching me as he made his way up the hill behind my building. He was moving to a place where he'd have an unobstructed view of my body.

I'm fairly proud of my body, so I'm not ashamed to tell you what the guy was seeing. He was looking at a petite 19-year-old, standing about 5'5", with straight, black hair and bangs that shade her eyes. I'm thin, weighing only 105 lbs. I have small, but very noticeable breasts. My deeply tanned body accentuates the whiteness of my breasts. It also gives emphasis to the whiteness of my tight little ass and my pussy. And with respect to my pussy, I'd started to keep it completely shaved - always.

I sat back in my chair, buck naked in front of this guy, and began brushing my fingers lightly over my nipples. The feeling was delicious; not just the feeling of my fingers touching my nipples, but the feeling of being watched while my fingers touched my nipples. I tried to act nonchalant -- like I didn't even know what I was doing. But the stimulation had me humming. My nipples, when hard, are extremely sensitive. The sensations had me floating somewhere between sensuality and slutishness. I tried to act like I was totally clueless as I casually threw a leg over the arm of the chair. My hand drifted down to my pussy. My lips there were swollen and wet. I gently stroked the damp folds, keeping my eyes fixed on the TV. After I stroked my clit a few times, I found that I couldn't take it any more. I went to the bedroom and got my vibrator out of the drawer.

When I returned to my chair, I felt somewhat embarrassed. It suddenly dawned on me how crazy this was. Still, I began using the vibrator. I tried to keep it hidden behind my hands. I stopped looking out the window, afraid that my watcher would know -- afraid that he'd know that I knew he was watching. But as my arousal grew, my legs drifted apart once again. By the time I came, I had my legs fully open and was driving the dildo in and out of my cunt and moaning like a cock-whore in heat. 

Shame washed over me as soon as I'd finished. In those early days, I often felt a lot of shame. I also began to think how stupid I'd been for doing what I'd just done at my own apartment. I could get thrown out, or arrested, or worse. I went over to the window to close the shades. I could see my guy standing in the shadows. His hand was sliding up and down his now visible shaft. For a moment I just stood there, bold in my nakedness, watching. Then I lowered my shades, and tried to put the insanity out of my mind.

***

That night, I was afraid of what I had done. I vowed to fight my compulsion. But I was at it again by the very next day. Determined not to expose myself at home, I went to a nearby State Park. I hiked into the woods past a lake. Then I left the trail and started climbing a hill. There was still some snow on the ground, but the weather was warming up fast. Spring would be here in a matter of days. 

I hadn't seen anyone since I'd got there, so I stopped for a moment and took a look around. For this next part, I wanted to make quite sure that no one would see me. I took off my long down coat and resumed my hike up the hill. Underneath my coat, I'd been wearing nothing at all.

I was pretty sure that no one saw me that day. It was enough excitement just to know the risk I was taking. I hiked up to the top of the hill, and sat on a log there enjoying the beauty around me. I played with myself some of course, but I didn't make myself cum. Instead, I began getting cold, and decided to head back down towards my car. I didn't put my coat on until I got close to the lake. That's when I saw some kids playing on the other side and thought I'd better get decent.

By the next night, despite my good intentions, I had my window shades up once again. I wish I could own my obsession, but I guess my obsession owns me. I was parading around my apartment naked, with occasional glances out the window. I was determined that no one would see me, but a part of me wanted to get caught. I decided to bend over the back of my sofa and use the vibrator on myself as if someone were taking me from behind. Because of the sofa's position, I knew that a person outside wouldn't see anything other than my head. At least, that's what I hoped. The knock on my door scared the living shit out of me. 

I ran to the bedroom and grabbed my robe. Then, soundlessly, with my heart racing, I made my way to the peephole. I was terrified that it was the building management, but it wasn't. Instead, standing in front of my door was the mysterious dog-walking stranger.

For a moment, I thought about not saying anything at all. But when he knocked again, I gave in. "Who is it?" I asked loudly.

"My name's Jason," he said. "I live just a few doors down. I was hoping I could speak with you."

"What about?" I asked, my heart still pounding in my chest.

"Take a look through the peephole," he told me. "It's about this."

I looked, and there in front of me he was holding up a camera. I knew in an instant what he had done. Slowly I unlocked the door, opening it just a crack. "Come in," I finally told him in resignation, feeling my shame wash over me once again.

He entered and, for a moment, he just stood there looking as my eyes dropped to the floor. "I've been able to get some very nice shots of you," he said holding up the camera. "I wanted to thank you." Then he added, "I also wanted to find out what you'd be willing to do to keep me from posting them on the internet."

My mind was in shock. I couldn't think of what to say. My eyes just rose to his face while a feeling of doom swept over me. I began to picture my whole world crashing down around me - everyone knowing what a slut I'd become. I imagined my mother finding out. I was about to ask what he wanted, but he told me before I could speak.

"Take your robe off," he ordered. "I want to get some close-ups." 

In shock, I said nothing. But finally, slowly, I did what he asked. It occurred to me that this was like many of my blackmail fantasies. But this time, I wasn't finding it enjoyable in the least.

"I want you to kneel on the sofa. Right there," he told me as he clicked off pictures of my naked body. I did as he said, kneeling on the sofa with my ass sticking up towards the camera. Then I heard his pants drop to the floor. "That's right," he said, taking hold of my hips and pressing his cock to my already wet pussy. I didn't know whether to fight him or run. In my indecision, I ended up doing nothing. I just let him push into me. I wasn't aroused, but as he bottomed out inside me, I let out a moan nonetheless. "I wanted you in this position," he said between thrusts, "so my roommate could get some more pictures. Why don't we go open the door for him?"

He pulled me from the sofa with his cock still buried deep inside my pussy, and made me walk, bent over, towards the door. He was holding my hips, impaling me with his amazingly stiff tool, and I just went along with it. I unlocked the door and opened it, and his roommate quickly stepped in.

"Thanks," the guy said, moving past us into the room. He dropped to one knee and took a picture of my anguished face. Then he moved to get a wider shot. "You have a really nice place here," he said almost comically.

The guy in my cunt, Jason, was pushing me back towards the sofa. When I grabbed onto the back of it, he began pounding my pussy. And with every thrust I let out a moan. I couldn't help it. It was starting to feel so good. So depraved am I that I no longer even cared about the blackmail or the photos they were taking. All I could think of was my desperate need to cum. When Jason's roommate reached under me and pulled down on one of my nipples, it pushed me over the edge. 

I came quite a few times that night, and the guys took photos throughout. They fucked me on my chair and on my bed. They made me kneel down and suck both their cocks. At one point, one of the guys went into the kitchen. He came back with a potato masher which he stuck handle first into my ass. They got a picture of that as well.

For the next several weeks, I was theirs to use. I became Frank and Jason's little fuck-toy. Every few days they'd come by and use me as they wished. The roommate, Frank, really seemed to enjoy my exhibitionist streak. He took advantage of my tendencies and made me do freaky things -- like the time he made me lie naked in the woods, waiting until he and his friends came along. 

In the end, Frank and Jason were actually pretty nice. We almost became friends in an odd sort of way. And the lesson they taught me on that first day was a lesson that I needed to learn -- never, ever expose yourself at your own home. Unfortunately, I had learned the lesson just a little too late. I was to find out, once again, on the very next day.

***

I got home from my classes to find a large manila envelop leaning against my door. It had nothing on it but my name. Inside it were a typewritten letter and a few 8 by 10 photos. At first, I just looked at the photos, thinking the envelop had been left by Frank and Jason. It wasn't until I got to the last photo that my heart nearly stopped. 

The first photo showed me standing naked in my bedroom. It was taken from outside my window and you could clearly see my face. The second photo showed me sitting on my lounge chair with my vibrator in my pussy. My eyes were closed and my mouth was hanging open. It looked like something out of a porn magazine. The third shot came as a surprise. It showed me climbing up the hill in the park naked. Apparently, despite my best efforts, someone had been following me and had seen me naked. The forth shot showed me again in my living room. This time I was on my knees, with Jason taking me from behind, while Frank had me sucking his cock.




Getting Caught



It took a moment for my mind to grasp it. These were not pictures taken by Jason or Frank. These were shots taken by someone else -- another hidden stalker. My life had suddenly, irreversibly gotten way out of control!

With a sense of dread, I went inside and sat down on my couch. I had to read the letter twice before the words there sunk in.

For the next few weeks, I'll be sending you letters. You will obey my instructions exactly. Screw up once, and some neighbors will see these pictures. Screw up twice, and I'll pass them around at your school. I don't know what you're going to do if your mother happens to see them!

I'll be in touch later this week.

I sat there on the sofa, letting my brain lapse into a fog. I'd become a whore. I'd put my life in danger. I had yet another stranger who could do whatever he wished to me. My life was coming unraveled.

For the next week, I was deeply depressed. I went through the motions of living. I went to my classes each day. One day, Frank came by and fucked me. Another night, Jason came knocking. He got me out of my bed and made me suck his cock until he came. I lay awake for the rest of that night. My thoughts just kept swirling around the mysterious letter and the phantom who had sent it. Somehow it seemed worse than what Frank and Jason were doing. Somehow, it seemed more evil.

On Thursday, I got home to find a package at my door. It was a box, wrapped in brown paper with only my name written on it. I knew immediately who it was from. I went inside to open it, fearing its contents but badly needing to know.

How lucky can you get? You get to skip your classes tomorrow! Instead, you'll be going to New York City.

Tonight, put on only the clothes in this box -- no underwear. I'll allow you to wear your long coat over the clothes. Take the other things in this box, put them in your coat pockets, and go to the bus station. You'll be taking the 1:30am bus to New York. Don't miss the bus or I'll start mailing out the pictures. 

You'll get to the Port Authority Bus Terminal at 5:45 in the morning. When you get there, go outside onto Eighth Avenue and wait for my call.

I looked through the box, and found a cell phone, round trip bus tickets, a bus schedule, some subway tokens, and $100 in cash. Still in a daze, I pulled out the clothes.

There wasn't much in the way of clothing. I closed my window shades, and began trying things on. The first item was a simple halter top. It was made of a shear silk material with spaghetti straps over the shoulders. The material wasn't transparent, but it was so fine that it clearly showed the outline of my breasts. It wasn't tight underneath my breasts, but hung loosely down from my nipples. As I stood looking in my mirror, I knew this top would spell trouble. It was so short that when I lifted my arms, most of my breasts were on view.

The second item was a short black skirt. It was very short! I put it on, and it came to only about two inches below my ass. And to make matters worse, it had a split going up one side. I couldn't even imagine where someone would buy a skirt like this! 

The third and last item was a pair of red stiletto "fuck-me" heels. They had open toes and open heels and a leather strap that went around the ankle. I looked at them and wondered how on earth I would ever manage to walk in those five inch heels. I hadn't worn anything but sneakers for most of my life.

Somehow, the stranger had gotten all my sizes right. I pondered that for a moment. I took off the clothes, and lay down in my bed for an hour. Then I made dinner and lay down in my bed some more. I was nearly sick with dread. I set my alarm clock for later that night, and I tried to sleep, but I couldn't stop thinking about the day that was to come. I wondered if the guy would have me go to some hotel downtown where he would make me service him and his friends. Or if he would have me walk the streets like a common whore. I tried to stop imagining things. I knew it was doing no good. There was no way I could disobey this guy, no matter what he decided to do. I just couldn't take the risk of having my mother learn of my slutty behavior. But I couldn't stop thinking about it either. Finally I took some antacids and pain pills. It was the only way I could think of to cope.

As my departure time approached, I got into my outfit and left for the station. Terrified of missing the bus, I got there nearly an hour prior to it boarding. With my coat on, people seemed to take little notice of me. When the bus boarded, thankfully, no one sat near me. About a half-hour into the trip, I leaned my head against the window and fell into a deep and troubled sleep. When I awoke, someone was shaking my shoulder. We had arrived at the Port Authority Bus Terminal in New York.

Out on the street it was cold, but I didn't have long to wait. The phone in my pocket was ringing less than five minutes after I got there. The voice on the other end sounded tinny, like it was being electronically altered.

Listen carefully, because I'm only going to tell you this once. Take off your coat right now.

The guy must have been watching me, because when I took my coat off, he resumed his instructions.

From here on out, you will just carry the coat on your arm. Go back in the station and head downstairs to the A-Train. You'll take only the local trains. Take the A-Train downtown for starters. When you get to Fulton Street, switch to the 4-Train uptown. You'll be riding on the 4-Train from now until 9 this morning. You will ride uptown to 59th Street, and then downtown to Wall Street, and you will keep going back and forth. On the train, you will stand at all times. You will allow anyone to touch you in any way they wish. You will take no action to pull away from people or to shield your body from their touch. You never know when I'll be watching, so don't disappoint me. Remember -- the 4-Train between 59th and Wall Street. I'll call you again at nine.

The guy hung up without letting me say a word. I was totally freaked. By now I knew what he was doing. He was putting me onto the city's most crowded subway cars during the height of the morning rush hour. Dressed like I was, I could only guess what the result would be.

I was embarrassed as hell and felt like a freak, but I did as I'd been told. I headed down the stairs to the subway. I wanted to find somewhere to hide, but instead I forced myself to look at men, thinking that one of them had to be my blackmailer. And the men were looking right back of course, enjoying the sight of so much exposed skin. I went to the subway, and merged into the crush of people onto the first A-Train that stopped. As soon as I got on, I knew I was in trouble.

The car was packed with people. I had hoped to get to one of the poles in the center of the car. At least that way, I could hold onto something without having to raise my arm. Instead, the train jolted forward, and instinctively I grabbed one of the overhead grips. As I pulled myself off of the guy I'd been pushing, I knew in an instant that my tit was exposed. I reached up to cover it, but stopped, remembering the words of my blackmailer. I glanced around, and saw that some of the men were looking. An instant later, I felt a hand brushing against my thigh. When I had reached up, my skirt had ridden up as well. Now, the hand, which had started at my split, was moving sideways around towards my ass.

I forced myself to do as I'd been told. I held on to the handle, and reacted not at all. I didn't even try to see who it was that was touching me. Whoever it was, they must have been emboldened by my lack of response. They began boldly feeling my ass-cheek, and then ran a finger up the crack of my ass, raising my skirt as they went. A shiver went up my spine. The hand moved on around the side of my hips. When it reached my stomach, it began moving down towards my pussy. I wanted desperately to stop it, but I was too afraid. What if my stalker was watching? What if I started a fight? I was surrounded by people and frozen in place. I just didn't know what to do.

My whole body trembled as I glanced at the people around me. Most seemed to be unaware that I was being used right in front of their eyes. They were reading their papers, or studiously avoiding looking at other people.

The hand at my pussy was prompting me to spread my legs. As I did so, a man in front of me pushed closer. He had his briefcase held high like a notebook, and the back of his hand touched my breast. It was a very slick move. No one had seen except the few other guys who were watching.

By the time we reached the next station, my pussy was soaked. The guy in front of me kept brushing his hand across my nipple. Each time I looked at him, he acted as if he didn't know what he was doing. The guy behind me was boldly stroking my clit, making me fight hard to keep from moaning. When the train braked for the second station, he used the swaying motion of the car to drive his finger up into my pussy. I think I may have moaned slightly then. By now, the guy in front of me knew he would meet no resistance. He lowered his briefcase and switched it to his other hand. Then he put his arm around me, lifting my skirt in the back. People near me seemed to be catching on. We were so tightly packed in there that most of them couldn't see, but they could probably smell the scent of my pussy rising up in the air. I saw a girl watching me from a short distance away as another hand began to grope me. The finger inside me was pumping in and out of me now. I felt an orgasm rapidly rising. I was being pressed in on from all sides. Hands were touching me everywhere. The train braked, and I remembered to look at the station sign. I had no idea where I was, or how many stops I had missed, but I saw that the sign said 'Fulton Street'.

"My stop," I gasped, trying to push my way towards the door. The finger slipped from my cunt. I'd been so close to cumming, I almost felt sorry. Part of me wanted to stay there, but most of me wanted to run like hell. My face was red with embarrassment, and I could still smell the scent of my sex in the air. People were looking at me, and hands were groping me on my way out the door. I made it onto the platform and walked as fast as I could on those five inch heels, trying to put distance between myself and those men.

Eventually I saw signs for the 4-Train. I could feel the cold wetness between my legs. I was getting looks from every man I passed and from most of the women as well. But I thanked God I hadn't missed my stop. It occurred to me that I should try to slow down now. By rushing, I was only drawing attention to myself, and I was in no hurry to get onto the next packed train.

When I got on the 4-Train, I kept pushing until I forced my way to a center pole. Once again the car was packed, but this time at least, I didn't have my tit hanging out. As we pulled out of the station, I felt a hand "accidentally" brush my leg. By the time we reached the second station, I could feel it brushing my ass as well. It seemed I had found another guy emboldened by my lack of response. By the time we reached the third station he was blatantly groping my ass, and by the fourth he was trying to reach around to my pussy. I guess some others must have noticed what was happening, because one guy pushed through a few people until he was standing right in front of me.

"I've been looking all over for you," he said to me as the guy behind me beat a hasty retreat. "I thought we'd lost each other in the crowd." 

He was a good looking guy, black, in his early twenties I'd guess. I'd never laid eyes on him in my life. He wore a white dress shirt and a tie -- headed for work I guessed. He put his arm around me like we were lovers and pulled me close.

"I guess I'll have to be late for work this morning," he told me, slipping his free hand under my halter. I gasped; surprised both by his audacity and by the fact that he now stood there holding my breast. But I said nothing. Briefly I thought that he could be my blackmailer.

"How far are we going?" he whispered into my ear. 

I ignored his implied double meaning. "I have to get off at 59th Street," I told him.

"That doesn't give us much time," he whispered back as his hand moved down to my crotch.

As his hand found my pussy, a thought formed in my mind. "Listen," I whispered back. "I'm being forced to ride on this train like this. I'm actually being blackmailed. I have to take the 4-Train back and forth all morning. But you could help me. You could protect me from the other guys."

He smiled, leaned back and looked at me for a moment. "And what would I get if I did?" he asked grinning.

I thought about that for a moment. I had $100 dollars in my pocket, but I didn't know if I'd need that for later. "What if I try to get you off before I leave?" I asked him trying to sound sexy.

"I don't think so," he told me. "I think you're going to let me fuck you before you leave."

"Okay -- it's a deal," I said, trying to hold back my moan. I didn't really think about what I had agreed to. His finger had slipped inside me, and I was in no position to argue.

We did no talking after that. Instead he fingered me until I reached an orgasm. He must have known when I was cumming because I nearly fell to the floor. He was holding me up by my pussy. The waves rushed through me, and my juices dripped down my legs, but I did manage to keep my mouth shut. When I opened my eyes, some people were staring at me. I realized they could probably smell the sex in the air. I certainly could.

"Here's our stop," the guy told me, escorting me towards the door. He had a devilish grin, and for the first time since I got there, I stopped being embarrassed and nearly laughed out loud.

"I have to ride back to Wall Street," I told him out on the platform. "Then I have to take the train back here."

"Then let's go," he told me, "This time you can stroke my dick."

I glanced at him, slightly shocked by his crudeness, but I didn't say a word. When we got on the downtown train, he held on to an overhead grip while I held onto him. Then, with one arm around him, I began to do as he wished. I cautiously pulled down his fly. Then I reached inside and took hold of his cock. It was big, and very hard! I didn't look down to see it, but when I felt it, I certainly wanted to. I began stroking his cock, pressing up against him so that no one could see. I'm sure a few people guessed what I was doing. They could probably tell from the way my arm was moving. Once again someone started touching my ass. I have to admit, I was beginning to enjoy it -- not just the ass groping, but the whole scene around me. It was just so nasty and dirty, like only New York can be. Among the people watching, I noticed some Wall Street types. I found myself almost wishing I could get fucked right there in front of them.

My guy grabbed my hand and stopped me before we reached Wall Street. I didn't ask him why. We didn't say much as we changed trains to head back uptown. As we reached the next train, he held me back a bit. Then he pushed us on just as the doors were starting to close. He turned sideways, with his back against the railing, then turned me around so I was laying back in his arms. When I felt him reach for his zipper, I knew what he was up to.

My friend did all the work (I still didn't know his name). He slumped down a little, with his legs between mine. Then he stood up, guiding his cock into my pussy. 

It was all I could do not to groan out loud. His cock felt massive as he pushed it inside me. And he just pushed it in and then left it there! From the way we were standing, I'm sure some people knew what we were doing. My friend was leaning back, and I was standing with my back arched. No doubt my skirt was pulled up in the back. The guy in front of me clearly knew what we were up to. He just looked at me and smiled. I know my face must have given us away. It felt very flushed. When we pulled into the next station, more people crammed their way onto the train. The guy in front of me just pushed against me, trying to let them get by. Conveniently, his hand also found its way between my legs as the train doors began to close. Looking away and acting nonchalant, he began playing with my clit.

I started moving some then. I couldn't help myself. I had to bite my lips just to keep from screaming. I could feel that big, thick cock move around inside me. The fingers on my clit were driving me crazy. Within minutes, I started cumming, feeling my pussy juice up and pulse around the stranger's cock. At about the same time, we reached the next stop and the doors slid open. As people tried to board, the guy behind thrust into me, holding tightly on to my hips. I felt his cum spurting as the doors began to close. I let out a whimper, and a woman there looked at me strangely. She had just gotten on, and was standing right next to my shoulder. She saw the flush on my face, then looked down to see the hand between my legs. I'm sure she noted the guy behind me whose legs were stretched out between mine. She took a brief look around, and then casually lifted my skirt. The guy in front of me moved his hand so she could see my inflamed wet cunt with the cock still inside it. "Very nice," she said to me, smiling.

The guy behind me slipped from my pussy and put his man-meat away. I felt so embarrassed by the woman's boldness! Somehow it was different from what the men had done. As the juices dripped down my legs, I tried not to look at anyone. And I was particularly grateful that nothing more happened for the next two stops. As the train approach Grand Central, the woman in front of me reached up under my top. She grabbed hold of my nipple and used it to pull me forward. "The things I would do to you if only you were mine!" she whispered in my ear. Then, as the train doors opened, she gave my nipple a hard squeeze and stepped off the train, disappearing into the crowd.

I was so flustered I could barely keep standing. At 59th Street, I got off the train once again. I looked at my watch, astonished to see that it was nearly nine o'clock.

My friend was saying his goodbyes. "I have to get to work," he told me, kissing me on the lips. "Thank you so much for the sex!" And with one last gorgeous grin, he sauntered off into the crowd. I stood there looking after him, feeling terribly shattered that I hadn't gotten his name. Then I remembered what time it was, and I tried to regain my senses. I headed up to the street, figuring it might help to be above the ground if I wanted my cell phone to work.

I hadn't been on the street for more than 5 minutes before my phone began ringing. Since it wasn't even nine yet, I was surer than ever that my blackmailer had to be watching. I looked around to try and find him as I listened to what he said.

You did an excellent job! I'm quite proud of you. I think you're now ready to make the move from amateur to professional. Get back on the train. Take it downtown to 42nd Street. Then walk west on 42nd until you get to a place called ShowWorld. Go inside and ask for Steve. He'll get you started.

I'd seen countless people speaking on their phones, but I wasn't able to single anyone out as my blackmailer. Exhausted and in despair, I followed his instructions. I got back on the train, keeping my back to the door and my coat pressed tightly to my chest. People still looked at me, but this time no one tried to feel me up. I got off at 42nd Street and headed west. I got a few comments from guys on the street -- some of the come-ons you'd expect. When I got to ShowWorld, I walked in with trepidation and asked for Steve at the counter.

The place was a sleazy porn shop. Shelves were lined with magazines, movies and sex toys. Some of the guys in there looked at me with interest. I was relieved when Steve finally arrived. He was a middle-aged man who introduced himself in a warm and professional way. He shook my hand, and told me to follow him and he'd help get me started. "Get me started doing what?" I wondered as he led me up a staircase to the second floor. On the way, I saw that the business was quite a bit larger than I'd originally thought. On the second floor, he led me through a door into an 'employee only' section. To the left was a bathroom, and he held open the door for me.




Getting Caught



"Your friend said you'd want to get cleaned up first. You'll find some clean towels in the closet. He told me you also might want this." He handed me a black plastic bag. "You've only got a half-hour. After that you can go to the room across the hall and ask for Dawn. She knows you're coming and she'll take care of you."

The bathroom had a shower and big fluffy towels. I looked in the bag Steve had given me and found two bottles of douche. It seemed that my "friend" had thought of everything. I was still pissed by what he'd put me through, but I had to admit, I felt much better after I'd had a shower.

When I was dressed again, I went across the hall and peaked in through the open door. It was a room with a number of dressing tables, each with its own set of mirrors. One person was sitting at the far table reading.

"Hi. Are you Dawn?" I asked her.

She was and she greeted me with all smiles. Dawn was a very cute blond of about my own age. She was petite, pretty, busty, effusive, and very sweet. She immediately made me feel better. "You look so hot in that outfit," she told me making me turn around so she could see how I looked. "It will be perfect for our act. Steve said you've never done this before?"

"No. I'm doing this ... um, as a favor for my boyfriend. I'm not even sure yet what it is that I'll be doing."

She looked at me a little wide eyed, and was silent for a moment. "We're supposed to be having sex together, and then Dave is going to join us. Nobody told you?" she asked incredulous.

"Well I'm, um, no. But that's okay. I told my boyfriend I'd do whatever you tell me."

"Wow! That's kind of awesome. I hope you like it. All you have to do is follow my lead."

Just then another woman stuck her head in the door. "Okay Dawn, you're on."

"Leave your coat in here and follow me," Dawn told me, taking my hand and pulling me out the door. She took me to another door and led me through it. Then she helped me up two steps onto a well lit stage.

I was petrified! I mean I've never been so shocked in my life! I suddenly saw what we were there for. The stage held nothing but a bed. In the surrounding semi-darkness were at least fifty seats, most of them filled by men. Later, I would make out a few women in the crowd as well. But right then, I could hardly move.

Dawn saw my hesitation. She took me into her arms and held me. "Hey, it will be okay," she whispered in my ear. "Just relax and do what I tell you. Try to forget that anyone is watching."

"Um ... okay," I said, trying to get over my shock. "What should I do?"

"Come dance with me," she said, taking my hand and leading me out in front of the bed.

She put her arms around my waist, and had me sway with her to the music. Her hands moved up and down my back, pressing me into her body. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to look at the crowd. I felt her full breasts pressing against my chest as she nuzzled my face and neck. It felt odd dancing with a woman, but slowly I began to relax. 

"You're incredibly sexy," she told me, whispering in my ear.

"So are you," I told her -- and I really meant it. Her soft, braless breasts had already aroused my nipples. Her leg was pressed tightly into my crotch. I moved my hands down to her ass and felt her through her shorts. She had the sort of firm bubble-butt most people would die for.

She lifted the front of my shirt and began sucking one of my nipples. It made me forget that we were on stage. Her touch was so soft and gentle; all I could do was submit.

Dawn pulled my top over my head, and threw it to the floor. She kneeled down and pulled off my skirt as well. I shivered with excitement when I looked over her out at the audience. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined displaying myself in front of so many people. Dawn looked at my body as she removed her own tube top and shorts, then she took me in her arms and embraced me.

I'll remember Dawn's embrace for the rest of my life. It was the first time I'd ever been with another woman, and we were so different in so many ways. In those places where I was all angles, she was all softness and curves. Wherever her fingers touched my skin, it felt like the kiss of a feather. Her lips were so soft on mine. Her passion was so gentle, so controlled. 

Dawn laid me down on the bed. Then she climbed above me gently kissing my neck and chest. Her breasts hung down, brushing against my stomach. I felt an overwhelming urge to feel them, and I lifted them up in my hands. They were soft and warm, big, full and heavy. She had hard brown nipples that grew harder under my touch. I moaned as she sucked on my nipples. I could have fondled her breasts forever if she hadn't moved out of my reach.

When Dawn started in on my pussy, I pulled my knees up and opened myself to her. She gently licked my smoothly shaven slit, then surprised me by softly licking my asshole. She made me moan and twitch as she brought my body to life. She stuck a finger in my pussy, then lightly licked my clit. I looked to my left, seeing the men as they watched from the darkness. I felt the sparks in me mounting, and I began to moan like a slut.

Suddenly, Dawn stopped with her tongue and left my whole body shaking. I'd been so close to orgasm that I nearly cried out in despair. Dawn moved up and lay on top of me. Her breasts mashed against mine and our legs intertwined. She humped hard against my body, her thigh dragging over my clit. I could feel my own wetness as she moved against me. And I could feel her wetness as her pussy pressed down on my leg.

"Oh my God," I moaned as the feelings took over once again. I pulled her ass hard against me, and saw a man in the seats just a few yards away. He was sitting in the front row with his cock out, making no attempt to hide it as he stroked himself. It was the final image that burned itself into my mind before the fireworks went off in my head.

I'm not quite sure what I must have looked like when I came. I know that my hips thrust up and I cried out loudly. It was an orgasm that seemed to go on forever. But I'm sure I didn't look like those women you see in the x-rated movies. I was way too far gone to have looked that controlled.

Looking back, I also know I was becoming more of a slut with each passing minute. Let's face it, just a few months before I wouldn't have even thought of getting naked in front of a window. Now I was fucking in front of a live audience and loving every minute of it. I may have been loosing my mind, but I certainly wasn't sad to see it go. 

By the time my orgasm ended, I was already wanting more. My inhibitions were nonexistent at that point. More than that, I was really turned on by the show we were giving. I rolled Dawn over and went down on her like a crazy woman. I wasn't gentle. It was more like I was consumed. I wanted to taste her cunt and to make her feel the things that I had felt. I stuck a finger in her pussy and sucked unrelentingly on her clit. I felt her bucking and cumming, and I marveled at the sensations as her pussy squeezed and sucked at my finger. I withdrew my finger, and put my mouth down there in its place. I tried to suck out every last drop of lust that Dawn had to give. And that's when somebody fucked me.

It nearly blew me away. I hadn't even realized there was someone behind me. Then suddenly, someone was holding my waist and shoving a cock deep inside me. I screamed out loud and forgot all about poor Dawn. As it was, it was fortunate that I was so wet. The guy nearly tore my pussy in two.

Whoever it was, the guy had a massive cock. I had to lift up on my arms to better handle his thrusts. It felt like I was being fucked by a horse. As the guy hammered me from behind, Dawn scrambled out from under me. The next thing I knew, she was on her hands and knees in front of me with her ass touching my face.

Sex can be surprising sometimes. But I think on that day, I had passed surprising a long time ago. When my face bumped into Dawn's ass, it caught my attention. I could still feel the cock stretching me with every thrust, but what I focused on was Dawn's perfect ass. I put my arms over her back and lay my head on its smooth, peach-fuzz surface. Then I kissed her soft rounded cheeks. Finally I buried my tongue in her crack while the guy was plowing my hole. 

I squeezed Dawn's cheeks against my face and tried to get my tongue in her asshole, and that's when I started cumming. Talk about loosing your mind -- I was trying to get my face inside Dawn's ass, and my cunt was contracting so hard it felt like it was tugging on the guy's cock. Unfortunately, my cunt couldn't get a grip on the cock, and the guy pulled out of me like a cork from a bottle -- while I was still cumming! All I could do was fall forward and moan and try to bring my sight into focus. 

For the first time I saw the guy's face who'd been fucking me -- Dave's face. As I should have guessed, it was Dawn's regular partner who'd been plowing me so mercilessly. He had short blond hair, and a strong, square jaw. His body was strong too. I noticed his muscles flexing as he moved forward and placed his cock at the entrance to Dawn's puckered ass.

Dawn was on her hands and knees. Dave entered her slowly, and I could hardly believe my eyes. I had a ringside seat to see Dawn's asshole being stretched so wide it seemed impossible. Clearly, Dawn was experienced with this. She had a look of lust on her face as he drove deeper with each succeeding thrust. I heard some shouts from the audience, and that's when I realized I was blocking their view. I'd been so engrossed in watching the show, I'd almost forgotten that there was an audience there.

I moved up the bed, so the people could see the action. Dawn was looking up at me with an expression somewhere between lust and agony. I guess I couldn't help myself at that point. I just had to be a part of this moment. I got up, ran down to the foot of the bed, and lay down backwards, sliding headfirst between Dave's legs and pushing them apart as I went.

Dave seemed fine with it once he figured out what I was doing. I was between both their legs looking straight up at Dave's heavy balls and watching as his cock thrust into Dawn's widely stretched ass. I stretched up and began to lick Dawn's clit in time with Dave's strokes, while his balls bounced off my chin. 

"Oh fuck!" Dawn yelled. "Holy shit!" she screamed as she started to cum.

Looking back on it, I'm almost embarrassed by how we acted. I doubt if sex shows usually get so vocal. If they do, it's probably part of the act. But I think on that day we just all pretty much lost it. I'm not sure why - call it serendipity. All I know is that Dawn screamed, and Dave screamed, and I just took it all in and loved every second of it. I've never seen a woman get fucked so hard in the ass as I did that day. It was like Dave was trying to tear her ass apart when he came. But she was pushing back with every thrust. Afterwards she told us it was the best orgasm she'd ever had in her life.

The three of us left the stage, sweat pouring from our bodies. There was a loud round of applause. Back in the employee's area, we got in the shower together and washed each other off. It almost got us started all over again. Steve came in and stood at the shower door offering me a job. Apparently he'd caught some of our show and wanted to put me on their payroll. When I flatly turned him down, he asked if I'd at least do a second show that afternoon. I told him 'no' again and finally I convinced him to give up and leave. Dawn and I still laugh when we think about the look of disappointment on Steve's face. Oh yes, Dawn and I have stayed good friends over the many years since.

When I went to get my coat, my cell phone was ringing. My "friend" spoke to me and said he'd been impressed by the performance. He told me that, all-in-all, my performances on the trains and on the stage were among the hottest things he'd ever seen. Oddly enough, my chest swelled with pride when he told me that. I guess I thought I had been pretty great too, but it was nice to hear it from someone else. He told me he was giving me the rest of the day off and I could use the money he'd given me in whatever way I wished. "One more thing," he told me. "Don't bother looking for the clothes you left on the stage. I took them. I'll be in touch in a few days."

He hung up, once again leaving me feeling like a fool. I remembered the clothes I'd left on the stage -- the clothes that Dawn had stripped off me. They hadn't been good for much, I thought, but they had certainly been better than nothing. I went and put my coat on, and that's when I found out that the zipper on my coat was broken. I almost had to laugh at that. Once again my blackmailer had set me up. I had $100 in my pocket, but he'd come in here and made sure I couldn't go anywhere without having to hold my coat closed. I decided to forgo any "New York sightseeing" under the circumstances and get my ass back on the bus for home. I'd had more than enough excitement for one day.

***

"Tomorrow's going to be your lucky day. I got a ticket for you to go to an arena football game. You'll be sitting in the upper deck, which is not the best place to watch the game, but at least you'll find plenty of empty seats. Find a seat that's a couple of rows behind some nice looking guys, and plan on cheering loudly.

Inside this box you'll find some clothes I want you to wear. You can forget about wearing a bra or underwear, but you can keep on your long coat until you get to your seat. Then, I want you to take off your coat, have a seat, spread your legs, put your feet up, and enjoy yourself. You know how to do it. 

I'll be watching, so I hope you put on a good show. And remember, saying 'no' to anyone is not an option -- not to me and not to the guys who will see you."

I looked at the clothes "my friend" had put in the box. What I found was a very large mutilated t-shirt. Specifically, the arms had been cut off, and the bottom had been cut off as well. It had very large arm holes and the whole thing came down to just below my breasts. Also in the box was a small, pleated skirt. When I say small, I mean small. I tried it on, and the skirt was even shorter than last skirt he'd given me. 

For a while I just sat there thinking about this guy. Somehow I couldn't be angry. My blackmailer's instructions were frightening, yes. But he was only taking me in the direction I'd already been going. Since he'd started blackmailing me, I had stopped leaving my shades up at night. Instead, I'd been doing all the insane things that he made me do -- like getting fucked onstage in the city. But I had to admit that since that day in the city, not an hour had passed when I hadn't gotten excited thinking about the things that I had done. 

That night, again, I hardly slept at all. When I did, I tossed and turned, only to wake up feeling sweaty and exhausted. In the morning, I shaved my pussy, took a long shower, made some breakfast and watched TV. At 10:30 I put on my outfit and tried to brace myself for the day ahead.

I walked around my apartment feeling thoroughly naked in the clothes I'd been given. Anyone looking from the side would easily see my breasts. When I raised my arms, the shirt rose up above my nipples. I couldn't bend at the waist without putting my ass on display. If I stood up straight, my pussy was on a level with the bottom of my skirt. I tried to remind myself that I was being blackmailed (as if I needed reminding). Then I put on my coat, and headed out the door. 

I couldn't help feeling both excited and frightened as I drove my car towards the stadium. I opened my coat and found that my pussy was already moist. I knew that I was crazy for going along with the blackmail. I should have just called the guy's bluff and refused. I was starting to wonder whether I had gone along with his demands because I had to, or because I wanted to. But I quickly put that out of my mind. Confusion was not going to help me in this situation, and this was not the time to start analyzing my motives.

I arrived at the stadium, parked the car, and with grim determination, began to walk towards the gate. My body was already shaking. I had to remind myself that there was no way people could tell that I was nearly naked underneath my coat.

It took a long time to get up to the nose-bleed seats. I finally found my section and made my way out into the stadium. I had arrived early on purpose, and was delighted to find that the section was nearly empty. I climbed up a number of rows, and made my way over a few seats. Then, feeling not in the least bit brave, I took a quick look around and took off my coat as I sat. I wondered if someone would "catch me" there, or if I'd have to change seats.

I sat there pretending to read a magazine. Mostly I used the magazine to try to cover my attire. In the meantime, I began scanning the crowd. I was keeping a look out for two things: anyone who might be coming to sit near me and a blackmailer who might have a camera pointed my way. I knew my blackmailer had to be in the stadium somewhere. But try as I might, I couldn't see anyone looking suspicious.

My thoughts were interrupted by a group of guys who had just come into my section. A few of them glanced my way. Then they made their way over and sat down about four rows in front of me. As they sat, a few of them glanced my way once again.

I guess I must have been crazy! Without even thinking, I slumped down in my seat and put my feet up on the seat in front of me. One of the guys looked my way again, then he stood up. His eyes focused in on my open thighs, and the look on his face left no doubt of what he was seeing. My bare pussy must have been fully on display.

He spoke to his buddies as he made his way past them. Then he came up to my row. By the time he was standing beside me, I had lowered my legs and was nervous as hell. He pleasantly asked if the seat next to me was taken. When I said, 'no' in a shaky voice, he sat down and put his hand on my leg. 

I was so surprised; I had to bite my lip to keep from pushing him away. I wanted to follow my blackmailer's rules, but this was going way too fast. The game hadn't even started yet! I guess the guy must have liked the fact that I didn't slap him away, because his hand started stroking my thigh -- and with each stroke, his hand moved closer to my pussy.

I didn't look at the guy. I just sat there like I was frozen. But when his hand touched my cunt, I guess that part of me must have thawed. He began stroking my lips, and my pussy was dripping wet. His buddies had looked back several times. Now they all got up and moved to the seats right in front of us.

By that time, I knew there was nothing I could do. I had my legs parted to this guy's touch. He was teasing me very gently, his finger tips tickling my outer lips. And while that was going on, his friends were fully turned in their seats, watching my cunt as it swelled and opened.

"Why don't you guys stand up and gather round," the guy next to me told them. "We don't want her cunt appearing on the jumbotron."

The guys stood before me. One climbed over the seats and sat on my other side. He too began playing with my pussy. And the two guys worked extremely well together! The one on the left began fingering my pussy while the one on the right played with my clit. Within minutes, I was flooding the seat with my juices.

"Did you like that?" the first guy asked.

"On my God," was all I could moan.

"Good, 'cause we're going to the men's room now. Follow me."

He didn't even give me an option. He just pulled me to my feet and headed towards the exit. The other guys surrounded me like a phalanx of guards. I thanked God for that, because I really didn't want to be seen.

The men's room wasn't far. When we got there, one of the guys checked for occupants. Then they pulled me into the bathroom and pushed me into a stall. From that point on, I was there just to be used as far as they were concerned.




Getting Caught



Hello, this is my first attempt at a "flash" story. A flash story is less than one page long. I hope you enjoy it. I would like to thank Knightshado2 for reviewing the story. Comments are welcome!

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I opened the door, and let my best friend and next door neighbor, Elaine, come into my home. "Elaine, I got the bastard! He's going to cheat on me Friday afternoon!"

"Sharon, you've said this before. Frank is a good husband. I'm not buying it."

I led Elaine to my bedroom, and I pointed to the camera on my dresser. "This time I'm sure. I'll show you the video." 

I had plugged the camera into my laptop, and simply reached down and hit the 'Enter' key. The video that my camera picked up started to play. It showed my husband sitting on the bed taking a phone call. We could only hear Frank's side of the conversation, but it was damming enough.

"Please calm down, Grace. I know your upset with your husband, but what can you do?"

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"Look, a revenge fuck is just another wrong, and two wrongs do not make a right."

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"Look Grace, you're my subordinate, and I know I have told you that I would help you any way I could, but a revenge fuck is wrong. Do you really want to go through with this?"

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"No, I can't do that, you know I am going out of town. I'm packing to go to the airport right now. We'd have to do something when I get back in town. Let me check my tickets."

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Frank went to his briefcase and fished out his tickets. "OK, I get back just after Noon on Friday. I will get home around one, Sharon would still be at work until five, and wouldn't arrive home until five thirty. How about then?"

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"OK, Grace. Come over on Friday at two o'clock, and I will help you get some revenge on your husband."

I was beaming. I had him! It was Monday afternoon, and I knew when and where! I had my husband by the balls, and he didn't know it! He was even going to fuck one of his subordinates, and I could add an 'Alienation of Affection' lawsuit against his lover, and against his work. This had the earmarks of getting him fired from his job, too. I was going to be able to squeeze every dime out or him in the divorce!

Elaine was stunned, and then she had a smile on her face. "You're going to take him to the cleaners! How can I help?"

"Well Elaine, I wanted to know if you'd like to host a party on Friday afternoon."

Elaine's smile turned into an evil grin, "Let me guess. Maybe around noon, and the main show will begin around two? Who do you want to invite?"

I returned the evil grin, "The question is, who would deal out the most humiliation to Frank."

"Oh Sharon, your not going for the parents, are you?"

"You bet your sweet ass I am!" 

The rest of the day was spent running a video wire from my house to Elaine's, and testing it. We set up a second camera outside of Elaine's house to watch the front. We tested the cameras, and Elaine told me she had a clear view from both. I started calling friends to come to a surprise party for Frank. We told them that he was coming home early on Friday, and we would surprise him. I told everyone to park on the next block over, so that they wouldn't spoil the surprise.

My parents came. His parents came. My girlfriends came. I even got Frank's boss, Jason, to come. Everyone was in Elaine's house enjoying frozen Margarita's from the machine that we rented while we showed the view of the camera that looked out over the front lawn on Elaine's big screen TV. Several people went to the front curtains and peeked out, but after some arm twisting, we convinced them to stop. 

Just before one o'clock, a strange car pulled in front of our house. I had never seen the car before, but it had a woman in it. Once again, several people peeked out of the front curtains, and we had to remind them to stop. 

Frank arrived shortly after that, and as Frank pulled his suitcase out of the trunk of his car, the woman got out of hers. Every one was silent as we all watched the two embrace.

I heard his mother drop her margarita. "Oh no, not my Frank!"

Jason stiffened up. "That bastard! That's my wife Grace!"

I was trying to portray the shocked wife, but inside, I was jumping for joy. This was getting better and better all the time.

They walked into the house, and we switched the video to the master bedroom. 

Frank's mother wailed, "This is a mistake! My Frank would never do this!" 

Sure enough, Frank appeared in the master bedroom rolling his suitcase behind him, followed by Grace.

Frank's mother collapsed into a chair, sobbing. "What did I do wrong?"

Frank set the suitcase down, and took off his jacket. "Grace, I will help you in any way I can, but are you sure you want to get revenge on your husband?"

I heard an "Oh Fuck!" and turned around. It was from Jason, and he had obviously cheated on Grace. At this point I started to get worried.

I then turned back to the screen, and watched Frank comfort Grace. "Why don't I put something on that will help ease your nerves."

At this point Frank turned on the large flat panel TV that was over his dresser. We all got to see that these new 240hz screens had a crystal clear image when recorded. Frank put in a disk into his DVD player and turned on some porn.

But it wasn't professional porn, it was homemade. All of a sudden, I was seeing myself nude on our bed. The bastard had taped me making love!

Then I heard a gasp from Elaine, "That's my husband George! Sharon, how could you?"

It was now my mother's turn to drop her frozen margarita and collapse. "Sharon! Turn it off! Turn it off!"

Franks mother stood up and grabbed the remote, "Oh no you don't. I want to see how much of a slut my daughter really is!"

While Frank's mother held the remote at Elaine's, Frank pulled out the remote at our house, and clicked. Another image appeared of me, this time with Maureen's husband. Maureen gasped, and then came over a slapped me.

And then he clicked again, and the video was of me giving a blow job to Carol's husband. Carol wilted to the floor.

Frank clicked a third time, and then it was Frank's boss going down on me. "There, that's the video. Do you think your husband is enjoying it at George and Elaine's home right now? Maybe we should tell him that our boss now has a copy of this?"

I was seeing red. He set me up! That bastard! I looked around the room, and all I could see was hate. I looked back at the screen, and Frank and Grace were still fully clothed, and calmly sitting on the bed, watching the video. 

Frank spoke up again, "I really didn't know how to confront a cheating spouse, Grace, so I let my wife figure out how to do that. She has known that you were coming over for four days, and could have handled this many different ways. I guess I now know how much of a bitch she really is. By the way, thanks Dad, for the idea! I knew from the start that this would hurt mother, but we both know she can't keep a secret. And Mom, I love you, and would never break my vows!"

As if on queue, the doorbell rang. The two gentlemen came over to me. 

The last thing I remember before passing out was being handed an envelope, and hearing those infamous words:

"Mrs. Sharon Lowenthal, you are served." 

***** *****

Thank You, for reading my story. Once again, comments are welcome.