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At the End

By: AntaeusQ



After college graduation, I decided I was going to Portland. I didn't have a job lined up, but I was going. That summer, I worked my final campus job and logged plenty of overtime. Everyone told me I needed more money. I cut back my expenses, and ate Burger King for lunch and dinner. I even cut out the beers. But it was still not enough. I was paying too much in rent. 

With the help of my boss, who knew everyone in town, I found a place to house sit. The house, a green and white Colonial home, was located in an affluent part of town. It had a full front and back yard. plenty of trees, and a screen covered patio. I met the owners, an elderly couple that had been together for half a century. They traveled every year. This summer, it was a month-long trip to Europe.

They got to know me a little, and then they left. My job was to rake, mow the lawn and water the plants. Aside from two hours every week, I basically had nothing to do but read and jackoff. That's when I started to go a little nuts.

At my job, I looked at every woman with desperate desire. Didn't matter if she was old and wrinkled, or a hundred pounds overweight. My friends were gone, my ex was gone, my family was 3,000 miles away. I was one screwed up son-of-a-bitch. I have a feeling my coworkers recognized the deterioration. The poor guy's a zombie, neither dead, nor alive, graduated but not gone. Ignore him. He looks at all the women like that.

The masturbation only made the loneliness worse. In the evening I returned to an empty house. I'd bring out my magazines, and, standing up or lying down, I'd stroke myself into a lull. The hours vanished. I began to worry about my pathetic routine. I finally got it together and came up with a plan.

I borrowed the computer in the house, and with the aid of an AOL disk, I got back online. I went to the personals. I read hundreds of them. After a while, I figured out what the codes meant, and how to search for people in the area. I branched out and looked at surrounding towns. The ads didn't have pictures. It didn't matter. They were descriptive enough.

Pretty soon, I started answering them. A few at first and then more and more. I looked for couples and single women. I didn't mind if the husband/boy friend wanted to look, or whether they were young or old, black or white. All these things excited me, I found out. It felt like I was breaking taboos just thinking about it.

I got plenty of replies, some portraits, and many naughty pictures. Middle aged and overweight women on all fours, guys with panties pretending to be women, torsos without faces, and bunch of crooked white penises.

I replied to every ad that looked promising, but, it was no use. The couples wanted couples or single women. You had to bring something to the table. Tit for tat. Others were looking for someone with more experience. A 22 year old had to be broken in. No one had the time for that. I needed results. They needed to run tests, have dinner, consult with their partners. I got discouraged. 

And then, Karen emailed me. She told me she was 43, and lived a few miles away. 

She was a divorced Jewish woman; owned an art gallery; had two grown up kids, none of them at home. She enjoyed trips to the city; loved sushi, walks in the mountains and going camping. Dislikes: mean people, airy ice cream, and bad coffee.

She attached a portrait and asked me to email her back. I told her about my plans. She sounded interested and asked to for a photo. I sent her my set and got a reply minutes later. She attached more pictures. One of them was of the Sears Portrait Studio variety. Cloudy blue background, beige blouse, head slightly tilted, a nice smile, a large neat mass of brown hair crowning a slim face. Traditional, old fashioned. Really old fashioned. She was nice looking. I smiled thinking about this woman on the prowl. The sexy boudoir pics told me about her other side. A dark teddy with a feather boa curled around her neck and arm. A stark white face with dark shadows, large eyes and black thin lips. Her hair was free, teased into streams that merged and dissolved with other streams. Ringlets curled around her forehead and down her cheeks.

In some pictures, she laughed. In others, she shut her mouth into cold slivers of lipstick. She had nice breasts, beautifully defined cleavage that emphasized the little bones of her rib cage. 

However, there was a conspicuously too much makeup, too much lace and smooth stocking. Here was reality: it seeped in through the shape of her face, the elongation of her thighs, everything that lacked realness or was conveniently hidden. I figured she must have been very beautiful once.

I thought about what it would be like to be with this mature older woman. I imagined holding her hands, kissing her breasts. I thought about the feel of her skin and the suppleness of her lips. I projected what I knew about age and filled in the gaps. I thought about her sex, like they say in the books. Was her pussy tight? Did her breasts defy the incessant pull of gravity?

Could she still fuck?

I wrote to her, and complimented her on her pictures. I told her she was beautiful and sexy, and that I wanted to meet her. I waited for a response. She wrote back. She wanted to speak over the phone, and find out more.

I gave her a call later that night.

"Hi. Is this Karen?"

"Richard? I wasn't expecting you to call so soon."

"I'm sorry, I can call later. Tomorrow?"

"No, no, right now is fine. I was just putting away my dinner. Give me a second."

I leaned back on my swivel chair and waited. I drew some pictures.

"Okay, I can talk. You still there?"

"I'm still here. What are you doing?" I asked.

"I was going to take a shower, read a book, and then go to bed. What about you? What are you up to?"

Jerking off. Reading. Playing with the piano. Jerking off, again.

"I think I might watch a movie," I said.

I avoided talking about what I really wanted to talk about, what she knew this was about. I told her I had to take it easy with my money. I couldn't afford drinks, couldn't afford to show her the good time she deserved. I felt cheap, but honest. 

She came up with the idea of coming to my place on Saturday. I agreed. I'd cook, and provide the music and entertainment. I told her I liked her plan.

I wished her a good night and told her I couldn't wait. I hung up the phone. I was filled with so much nervous excitement. I loaded her pictures on the computer, sat back, unzipped my pants, and jerked off into a shirt that I then threw into the washer.

I stayed up late masturbating to pictures of naked older women. I found out I had a thing for them.

---

The next day, I woke up earlier than usual.

I did my chores, mowed the lawn and raked the leaves. Afterwards, I showered and looked through my suitcase. I found the shirt with the fewest stains and set it aside. I spent hours fixing up dinner and then ruining it. I still had a lot to learn about cooking spaghetti and boiling potatoes. 

I decided to go to the local market and buy kosher food from the deli. The guy looked at me funny. Don't combine milk and dairy in the same meal, he told me. Why not, I asked. It's not kosher, he said. You feeding this to a Jewish person? I took my food and walked back. I stopped by the wine store and-- damn it all--put down twenty bucks for a bottle of red wine. On my way back, it started to rain hard. I ran home.

I came back drenched and with only a few minutes before my date. I changed into my shirt, and a dry pair of pants.

I had just enough time for a quick one in the toilet. I finished with a splash of cologne. While I was doing this, I heard a car pulling into the front of the house. I looked out of the blinds and saw the dark form of woman getting out of a Mercedes. I ran down the stairs and into the dining room. I made sure everything was set. 

The doorbell rang, followed by a knock. I ran to the door and opened it.

She stood under the awning, a sophisticated woman drenched in rain. She wore a dark pair of glasses, bright red lip stick, and a buttoned up rain coat. Streams of water poured down on the wooden deck.

"Do I have the right place?" she asked with a smile. "Richard?" 

"Hi, Karen. Come in." 

I moved out of the way. Her shiny black strapless shoes clicked when she stepped in. With her heels, she was about as tall as me.

"Let me take your jacket," I said.

I got behind her, and her jacket slipped into my hands. I hung it on the rack by the door and walked back. I stuck out my hand. She took a step forward, turned her face and with one arm behind my back, pulled my cheek to hers.

She was warm. My heart raced. 

She took a step back and held my shoulders at arm's length.

"Richard. You're even more handsome in person." I made a quick study of her.

She had on a strapless black dress, pleated around the bust and tight around the body. She was trim, with toned arms and a narrow almost long neck. The dress went only half way down her legs, didn't even come close to her knees. A black pair of sheer pantyhose bent the light around her thighs, knees and ankles.

She put her hands to her shoulders and gave me two tilts of her hips.

"Well, am I what you expected?" She caught me off guard. I didn't know what to say.

She took off her glasses and I noticed her blunted white nails, and then her eyes, green with specks of yellow. They locked into mine. I had to force myself to look away. She had my number.

She shook the rain from her hair, which was tinted into a dark brown.

"Nice place you're house sitting." she said and looked all around her. She was still standing by the entrance.

"I'm sorry. Come in. Can I offer you a drink? I have red wine," I said.

"Yes, please." She pulled out a bottle of white wine from her tote. "I guess we'll be drinking tonight," she said.

She handed me her bottle.

I walked into the kitchen and grinned as wide as I could. 

I came back with two glasses. "You look great," I told her.

"Thanks, Richard. A woman likes to hear that. I don't mind you saying it as often as it comes into your head."

I blushed. I had to watch myself. This was a woman. Nothing like my other female friends. I knew that from the moment she walked in, she had me mastered. 

"The people you're house sitting for have very good taste," she said. 

She stepped down into the dropped down living room and walked along one of the walls. She paused in front of a watercolor. She stood with her back to me and looked at a picture of a schooner. I took in the shape of her ass and the smooth tone of her calves.

"I know this artist," she said, turned her head around, and smiled. "He's a good friend of mine."

I nodded at her and took a drink of the wine. At that time, I hadn't developed a taste for wine. It went down hard. I hoped it was good. I hoped she liked it.

She walked around the room and looked at all the artwork. She turned at the end of one of the sofas and sat down. I walked toward the center of the room and sat on the recliner opposite her.

"We're not going to start like that, are we Richard?" She made room on the sofa and patted where she wanted me to sit. I walked over and sat next to her. 

"You look nervous," she said.

"A little. Maybe a little excited to have a beautiful woman like yourself in an empty house with me." Idiot. I wanted to choke myself.

She smiled with gentle appreciation of my nervousness.

"At least you're honest." She moved in closer and put her arm around me. I turned to look at her. 

She looked into my eyes and asked, "Is this is your first time?"

"First?"

Her perfume was getting to me, subtle, discreetly arousing. It was the only thing about her that wasn't overt and aggressive.

"First time with someone you met online?" she asked. 

"First time," I said.

"Well, don't worry. I'm not a man." She laughed. I chuckled and finished with a grin.

"How about, is this your first time with an older woman?"

She dissected me and found her answer without much effort.

"Yes," I said, as a matter of fact. 

"Well, you can relax. It's easy. Just like any other date. I just happen to be more experienced, and open." She pressed her legs against mine "So, what do you think?"

"I think I like you." I said.

She knocked me with her knee. 

"How about you? Do you do this much?"

"Sometimes. Depends. I check the personals every once in a while. I liked yours. I like the way it was written. Not many people take the trouble of writing so eloquently about themselves." 

I was curious. "How long you've been doing this?" I asked.

"A long time, Richard."

"Tell me."

"Of course. But first, how about dinner?" 

She put a hand on my lap, and got to her feet. She bent over. Her hair fell down in front of me. It cut the room into bars of dark and light. She lowered her face to mine and softly breathed on my mouth. I tasted the sweet tackiness of her lips. 

She walked away and climbed the step before I got off the couch.

---

"It's not what you think." She took a sip. "The fact that we slept with other people had nothing to do with it. My husband and I drifted apart, we became different people. People change, Richard. You wont be who you are now, 20 years into the future.

"So, Richard tell me something. This is a very exciting time for you."

"You mean with you here. I think so."

She laughed with food in her mouth. "That's not what I meant." 

I laughed, too.

She jabbed a piece of bread in my direction.

"What are you doing in Portland, Richard? Do you have family there? Do you have a job lined up?" 

"No, I don't have a job. I don't know anyone. I'm going there to be a writer."

"A writer? Now, that sounds fascinating. You want to work for a newspaper or magazine? Maybe one of these new online magazines?"

"No, I figured I'd get a job-job and work on my writing, try to publish some stories.

"Am I going to end up in one of these stories?"

I had her going. "Depends." I nodded.

She threw a croûton across the table. It swerved in midair and landed a yard away.

"I was a writer once," she said.

"What did you write?"

"I wrote articles for a swinger magazine, The Lifestyle. I wrote up meeting notes, calendar of events, profiles on people, that sort of thing. I did it for about ten years. A few hundred pieces later, I got tired of it and quit. I went back to my first love, painting. I did that for a few years. I realized I wasn't good enough to make it professionally, but still wanted to have a foot in the art community, maybe help young artists stay the course."

"So you started an art gallery?"

"I started that with my husband. I kept it going after we split up. It's a lot of work, but I love it."

I listened to her and followed the sound of her voice.

"So." She paused. "Do. What. You. Love. I'm so happy for you, Richard." She moved away her plate and took a sip from her glass.

I ate the last bit of rice and chicken on my plate and wiped my mouth with a napkin.

"Let me help with the dishes," she said and came over to my chair. She put a hand on my shoulder.

"Thanks for dinner, Richard." I looked up a her face. "It was thoughtful of you to get kosher food. I don't maintain a kosher diet, but I love the food anyway. So, thank you."

She leaned over the table and grabbed my plate. I enjoyed watching her move away. I kept my eyes on her behind. I didn't think she was looking, but that's where women have it over guys. They know. 

She reached back and grabbed the hem of her dress. She lifted the material to about waist height and leaned forward. I caught a glimpse of her panties before she pulled down her skirt.

"Did you take a good look of that?" she asked and shook her derrière.

"Not nearly enough. I think I missed a thing or two." I got off my chair and walked over. I stood a few feet away.

"Oh, like what?"

She shook her ass again. I pulled her close and kissed her mouth. 

"The panties," I asked. "were they blue or black?"

She turned a thigh to me. I moved my hand along her hip. She grabbed her skirt and hiked it again.

I bent down to the crotch of her panties. "Blue," I said. "Dark blue."

"Are you sure? Take a closer look."

I got both my hands on her hips and stared into the middle of her crotch. Straggly hairs escaped her panties, down her two legs. 

"No. Black." 

I put my lips to the material between her legs and kissed it.

Her nails pinched my scalp. I squeezed her ass and stroked her thighs.

I stood up, and moved my hands over her slim form. When I was about eye level, she stepped out of her shoes and dropped down 2 inches. Her forehead kissed my lips. I kissed her there over and over again.

"I could kiss you all night Richard," she said. Her nose pressed into my face. 

I put my arms around her back and held her close. She leaned back on the half wall and knocked down a bunch of cookbooks. We opened our mouths. Our hands explored each other. 

It took all my discipline not to tear off her dress. I bent my head to her neck and pressed my lips to her shoulders. Her hair was in my face and I smelled the flowery scent of her hair. She raised her shoulders. I gave her small bites and licks down her throat. Inside my arms, she moaned and turned her body around. She put her hands on the table and pushed her ass into me. She writhed and flexed. I pushed back.

"Richard, I want to show you things."

I gave her a big push with my cock. She bounced. I tried it again but she barely moved. She sat back on me. I moved my hands to her front and squeezed her tits. She was still, incredibly, wearing her dress.

"Oh, Richard," she said. 

She put her hand up to one of her breasts and brought down the cup holding it in. She maneuvered my fingers to her nipple. She pushed out her chest, while I half twisted her tit, and my other hand rubbed her stomach. I licked her neck.

"Richard, Honey, where's do you sleep?"

We let go. She picked up her shoes. I took her hand and walked to the green carpeted stairs.

"Up there, to the left."

No one ever walked a set of stairs the way she did. She went up a few steps and then she started to pivot her weight from one leg to the next. I put my palms on her behind and gave her a gentle upward push. Her ass flexed, the muscles of her legs tightened and relaxed. She took it nice and slow. She paused and looked behind her shoulder.

I beamed her a hard smile. Midway up he stairs, I moved my hands into her dress. She paused. I rubbed my thumbs between the crease of her ass and her leg. I smacked her ass hard. She ran up the stairs. I grabbed behind her knees and dropped her.

She turned herself around and pretended to kick me off. I hung onto her feet and grabbed her all over her legs. She calmed down and I relaxed my hold. She put her hand to her chin, and smiled gently. She laid back and pulled her dress up above her bellybutton, and spread her legs. I saw her full panties. 

I put my face to her crotch and she pulled me to her. I smelled her wet scent. I nuzzled my nose into her springy satin covered bush and breathed her woman's aroma.

"Karen, I want to see your pussy. Please." 

She took her index finger to the elastic band that ran down her bush and hooked it with her long middle finger. She slowly pulled her panties to the side. She uncovered a beautiful black mound of black hairs, a little bare in parts, but covering much of her lower extremities. All natural, nothing trimmed or shaved.

"I used to shave, but got tired of the ingrown hairs. Other guys-- you don't mind me talking about other guys, do you, Richard"

I shook my head, no. 

"Guys told me they preferred me with a hairy bush. It was different and that made all the difference. She inserted her long manicured finger into her slit. She took it out and signed her juices on the side of my lips. I turned and kissed the open palm of her hand.


At The End Of A Long Day



The faint click of the lock opening was nothing at all compared to the sound of her soft sigh as she opened the door after a long, exhausting day at work. In fact it seemed to take forever to carry the groceries into the kitchen and put everything away. Today had been the day from hell, everything that could go wrong at work, had. She really hated Mondays.

"What a day! I need a long, hot shower, and", she glanced at the clock on the counter, "he'll be here in a couple of hours."

It took less time than one would imagine to undress and pull on a silky robe. The thought of hot water washing away the miserable day was the only thing on her mind as she slipped out of the robe and hung it on the hook outside the linen closet door. Reaching in, she turned the shower dial to warm and closed the large glass door to hold back the warm spray.

Humming softly as she took out two towels, one to twist up the mass of wet curls and one to wrap around her petite body in place of the robe. By the time she grabbed the new bottle of shampoo, steam was already rising over the top of the glass walls. 

Once she moved under the cascading spray, a sigh of pleasure slipped past her lips as the stinging water met her shoulders and back. It felt good, and she bent her head, letting it rain down on her.

In fact it felt so good she didn't hear the bathroom door open, or the sound of his clothes falling onto the floor. She was so lost in the steamy water that the sound of the shower enclosure door opening and closing never even registered.

He tipped the silky shower gel into the palm of one hand and rubbed both together before reaching out to slide them across her shoulders. A smile curved his lips as a startled gasp echoed around them. She stiffened and one hand quickly reached for the foamy back-brush.

As she was turning he caught her raised wrist and pulled her into his arms. The kiss was slow and sensuous, any air remaining in her lungs left in a rush as his free hand cupped and squeezed one rosy pink cheek.

The kiss was easy to recognize. She murmured his name and the brush fell to the floor with a thud. Rubbing her wet body against his, she moaned at the feel of his cock pushing between her slightly parted thighs. Tilting her head back, she grinned up at him.

"You're early. I wasn't expecting you for another hour or so."

"I had my secretary reschedule the last meeting. I couldn't get your voice out of my head, so I thought I'd come over early and take advantage of the free time it gave me. You don't mind, do you?"

She raised up on tiptoe and gave him another lingering kiss, swirling the tip of her tongue around his lips before easing back down again. This time with his cock firmly caught between her legs. A wicked little smile crossed her face as she rocked her hips, causing his cock to slip back and forth along the wet lips of her sex.

"Wash my back and maybe I won't mind."

With that she turned around and bent over, placing her hands on the flat seat that lined one end of the oversized shower enclosure. As he watched, she spread her legs and bent even more, so that her pussy was displayed perfectly, right before his eyes. Reaching between her legs, he pushed a long finger into the moist slit, growling as she moaned and the muscles tightened around the tip of his finger.

"Does my good girl need to be fucked?" he hissed as he bent over her back.

"oh gdd yess, please fuck me" she whimpered.

He pushed both hands between her thighs and forced them wider. One hand began to tap insistently against her clit, and the other to tease around the entrance to her hot little tunnel. Soon her knees were shaking, and she moaned helplessly.

"Aren't you glad I arrived early today, dear?" he murmured.

Her ability to answer was lost and all she could respond with were moans and whimpering cries. Her body shivered as his finger entered and retreated over and over again. Suddenly there was a shattering scream as her body convulsed in his hands. A pleased smile crossed his face and he held her while streams of her creamy juices dripped across his fingers.

He pressed a kiss against the small of her back. Then after making sure she could stand on her own, he gathered a palm full of her cum and began to smear it over the little star revealed when his hands parted her ass cheeks. He guided his throbbing cock to the tight little ring and slowly pushed past the outer rim. She shuddered but didn't protest at all. If anything, she began to slowly push back.

"That's my good girl." he growled and began to slowly pump his cock in and out.

She groaned and began to sway her hips slowly from side to side. This helped him push deeper and he reached up under her body to capture a breast in each hand. Squeezing the firm globes, his fingers finding and teasing the puckered nipples until she began to beg for more.

"Please, don't stop. I need your cum. Please fuck my ass. Oh please fuck my ass."

He didn't need the encouragement, his balls were already screaming for release, but he still liked hearing the sound of her lust filled husky voice beg for his cum. Releasing her nipples, his hands grasped her hips in a bruising grip and he began to pound against her ass in a merciless rhythm.

His eyes were drawn from the slick, glistening skin of her back to the sight of his cock, shiny with her cum, sliding faster with each stroke into her tight little asshole. Each time his balls slapped against her swollen lips, the vibration made it hard to think.

Determined to hold on as long as he possibly could, he started to slow down, but suddenly her hands pushed against the seat, and her back arched to meet his every thrust. She stiffened just before another piercing scream broke loose and her body jerked wildly, twisting under his assault. He almost howled as the muscles fastened onto his cock and jerked him to a shattering orgasm right along with her.

It was several minutes before they could do more than lean against the cool tiles, panting weakly. Finally he struggled upright and pulled her out of the way so he could drop onto the seat and pull her onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around him and lay her head limply on his shoulder.

"I love when you take off early."

"So do I, Dear, so do I."



At The End Of A Stressful Day



It was 7.30pm. Working overtime and returning home late was no joke at all, especially when there was no one at home to return to. Well, time to relax and unwind after a stressful day. No dinner until much later; stressful days kill ones appetite. And save the bath until much later – put your feet up for a while. Those were Amanda's thoughts as she entered the house.

Feeling a great weight loss from her shoulders as she dropped the briefcase from her hand, she made her way up the stairs and to the bedroom. Now, she knew that she could really relax. The first move was to shed her work clothes. First, she began to unbutton her blouse hurriedly, until it was tossed on to the bed. She then slipped out of her shoes. 

As she unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, she stepped out of it, and made way to roll her black hold-up stockings down one by one. Sitting on the bed, she pulled each foot out of her stockings, and suddenly felt free again, away from the everyday hustle and bustle of the office environment. Finally, having stripped off the day-to-day stresses, she had now removed her sheer bra, and was left in just her sheer red thong. As a finishing touch, she slipped on a tee-shirt that reached down to the top of her waistband, and headed downstairs to recline in the living room in front of the telly.

As she sat on the sofa with her feet tucked under her thighs, she switched on the television. "Same old same old...." she said to herself. Losing interest in the telly, she reached over to the DVD which she had borrowed from a close friend recently. Now's a good time to watch this, she thought. Being a sensual woman at heart, she loved erotica, especially full-on sex in a film. 

As the action began, she started to feel mildly aroused. Her hand moved down to the warm, moist part between her legs, and she began to massage her clit through the sheer material of her thong. Her breathing became rapid as she watched the sexual action on screen, her hand now inside the waistband of her thong and her finger slowly edging in and out of her moist vagina. 

Gradually, the gusset of her thong became a soaking wet mess, and the feeling of this wetness just added to her arousal. Her finger worked her clit rapidly, making herself even wetter. As she came to a shuddering, soaked orgasm, she realised she was missing something..............

Settling herself, she left the front door and made her way to the flat above, still only in her tee-shirt and thong. Yes, he was in, and she knew she could have everything she wanted. As the flat owner opened the door to her knock, she asked "Can you help fix my TV for me? It's broken down again". Without hesitation, he followed her back to her flat, as he knew that wasn't really the reason for her call. 

As he entered, the DVD was still playing, this time at another sex scene. With a smug look at him, she said "I didn't need to give you much persuasion to come in, did I?". She crouched down to his waist level, slowly undoing his jeans, pulling them down to his knees, followed by his pants. Cupping his penis with her hand, she gently pulled the foreskin, so that just the tip of his knob was exposed, and darted her tongue around the inside of the fold of skin, caressing the tip of his erect penis. She pulled away to draw the foreskin right back, exposing his moist glans. Her tongue licked away at all areas of his knob, gradually leading to her taking his length into her mouth, tonguing away as she did so. 

Taking it slowly, ensuring he didn't come too quickly, she began to caress his balls with her hand, feeling just how tight his sac had become in the height of sexual excitement. She looked up at him, and in her huskiest, sexiest voice, said "Let's both get naked". He didn't waste any time in taking all of his clothes off. 

As he sat down to watch Amanda strip, his hand slowly slid up and down his penis. She stripped out of her tee-shirt, and stood topless, her arousal clearly apparent by the stiffness of her nipples. 

As she slid out of her thong, the warm, moist smell of her sexual excitement coupled with her sex juices which soaked her gusset filled the air. She then sat on the edge of the sofa, with both feet up on the edge, holding her vagina lips wide open, showing the warm sexual wetness that literally dripped from her vagina. That was all too much for her friend. He knelt between her thighs, and sucked both nipples back to erection. Slowly working his way down to her crotch, his tongue found its way to her clitoris, and gently began tasting the throbbing redness, tasting her juices and savouring her aroma. Taking care not to let her come too quickly, his face edged back up her body, meeting for a long kiss so that she could now taste her own juices. 

As they kissed wetly, his penis slowly entered her vagina. He could feel just how wet she really was by now, and as he pumped in and out of her, his penis was coated in her white sexual excitement. His finger slid inside her anus – he knew she loved this by her gasps, and the way she gripped his waist.

As he pulled out of her vagina, he arched her legs back, and slowly entered her back passage. There was more than enough lubrication to make the move smoothly. Slowly, he thrust in and out of her anal passage. Before too long, he could feel that he was ready to cum. As he pulled himself out, she slid back down to his penis and took the full length back into her mouth, rubbing it as she did so. Within seconds, he had reached a mind-blowing state of orgasm, whilst Amanda took every drop of his semen in her mouth. 

After seeing off her friend with a passionate kiss, she headed to the bathroom, and soaked in a hot bath, now completely relaxed and devoid of the stresses of the day. As she lay naked in bed, she thought back to the evening and, once again, her hand reached down to her clit. "Time to get wet again", she thought.



At the End of Pussy's Day



You had arrived home drained by a difficult day and had enjoyed my pampering – the glass of wine, the warm relaxing water of the bath, the feel of the soft fluffy towel to dry you followed up with a sensual massage. The pizza for dinner was probably a bit of a let down but what else could we have delivered at 10 o’clock at night?

To bed and my cosseting continues – with you spreadeagled on your back, naked, wrist secured with silk to the bedposts. I kneel above you and kiss you, kiss your lips, your breasts, your pussy… my fingertips tease you, tracing little patterns on your ribs, under your arms, making you squirm, making you giggle and then I settle myself between your thighs and my lips seal themselves to your nether lips… I taste you, sucking your juices into my mouth… oooohhhhh Pussy, so many loving kisses, the tender nibbling of your clit, the plunging of my tongue… you sigh deeply, you moan… your body grows tense, your legs grip my head and you start to undulate… your feet dig into the mattress and now you yell your delight as your juices flow and you cum on my tongue

And now, your wrists released, your head is on my shoulder and you are quiet and peaceful. I am laying on my back staring at the ceiling, reliving the previous hour, the closeness, the tenderness, the passion. my eyes close and I am drifting off to sleep when your voice rouses me. ‘I want to suck your cock, Peter,’ you murmur raising your head and smiling at me. You lean close and gave me a deep kiss. 

Your tongue slips between my lips to where the taste of your sex lingers and I wonder if you can taste yourself in my mouth. You speak again, speaking into my open mouth ‘I want you to cum in my mouth, Peter.’

‘You are a naughty wench, Pussy,’ I scold, ‘a wanton hussy, talking so lewdly, being so forward. Perhaps I should spank you…’ You blush and lower your eyes, but I take your chin in my hand, force you to look into my eyes, my other hand strokes your ass. You wince, then shiver at the thought of my hand descending on your bottom.

‘Yes, darling,’ you agree, then scoot down my body, out of reach…

As you slide down my body, you plant soft kisses on my shoulders, on my chest. You linger a moment on my manly nipples, sucking them, nibbling them and then you are on the move again. I feel the coolness of the wet trail left by your tongue, a trail that descends to my groin. My hands press on your shoulders, firm and strong, urging you down… 

I feel my cock slide into the wetness and heat of your mouth. It is soft, and you suck it gently, your tongue flickering against the pliant shaft. Ah, so wonderful to feel my cock swelling in your mouth, hardening, lengthening. I moan in pleasure and my fingers reach for you, they run through your thick lustrous hair, become entangled in it. 

You suck steadily, rhythmically, seemingly delighted as I respond to your ministrations… growing harder, longer. 

I am fully erect now, and begin to thrust my hips back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of your mouth. You cup my balls with one hand, feeling how tight they've become, how snug they are against my body, you know me well, you know that I'm close to climax, nearing ejaculation… 

I raise my hips higher, thrust harder, eager to fuck your face, to cum in your mouth but you change the rhythm of your cocksucking, your tongue circles the ridge around my cockhead, round and round, then you dab at my pee-hole, savouring the taste of pre-cum and the urgency leaves me, I relax, my ass falls back to the sheet…

Suddenly you suck me all the way into your mouth, 'til your lips touch the wiry hairs around the base. I gasp when, just as suddenly, you pull back, leaving only the tip of my dick in your mouth. You rim it with your tongue, mouth it softly with your lips, your fingernails scratch oh-so-lightly up and down the shaft. Your caresses tantalise and torment, bringing me to the precipice but never taking me over, never letting me come… 

‘Pussy, Pussy…’ I sigh desperately but you just laugh, a delightful, throaty chuckle that arouses me further. I feel that you are enjoying the power you have over me and I am enjoying the power you have over me…

Your legs are close to the end of the bed, you are in danger of falling off so, as you suck, you begin to shift your body, rotating it 'til we are head to tail, your face buried in my crotch, your ass is in clear view before me, within easy reach, as you grasp my cock and stroke me.

My hand is on your bottom, fingers lightly tracing the rounded curves and my mind turns to thoughts of squeezing it, of spanking your cute buttocks. As if reading my mind you groan a little in protest and I respond with a squeeze and a sharp smack across the swell of my left cheek.

You pull your mouth off my cock. ‘ No, Peter,’ you groan in protest but I smack again, my hand cracking sharply against your right cheek this time. 

My hand descends yet again, leaving a fiery palm print in its wake, and yelping a little, you return to the your task… that of tormenting John Thomas… I watch with glazed eyes, watch you licking my cock, it's like you are licking some obscene lollipop, your tongue lapping at its purple head. ‘Suck me, Pussy,’ I plead, giving your raised ass another smack, but you seem determined to tease, you burrow your nose into my pubic hairs, ignoring the funky, hot smell, ignoring the wiry hairs tickling your cheeks. 

Slap… your stubbornness is rewarded with another spank but it appears you want this to last as long as possible. You take my cock in your hand and rub it across your face, it leaves a sticky trail of arousal on your cheeks, your chin, your eyelids. You caress your face with it again and again. 

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! You cry out, your butt dances and weaves as you try to avoid my chastising hand. ‘Don't, please don't, Peter…’ you beg and one of your hands slips backward to protect your reddened bottom and your mouth searches out my balls, and you lick them with your tantalising tongue, you suck at the long hairs, you roll my balls, one at a time, in the moistness of your mouth. ‘Oh Pussy, you are so sweet, so… so…’ words fail me and I give your ass another firm slap. 

You suck and lick my balls, your saliva coats my crotch, coats your face. I can hear my own heavy breathing and your howl of discomfort as I spank your arched butt again then I hear the snuffling, snorting sounds as you suck me deeply into your mouth. Sounds that seem to say that the teasing is done, you want me to cum, you want to taste the cum as it slides down your throat.

My cock is pulsating, throbbing and I hear you choke a little but all I think of is my pleasure. ‘Deeper, Pussy, deeper...’ I urge and your cheeks hollow as you take John Thomas as deep as you can into your mouth. I feel my cockhead nudge at your throat and you gag a little… 

You still your head for a few moments and grip me with your tongue and cheeks, your mouth pulling strongly at my rampant cock and you begin to move again, your mouth moving steadily, but quickly, up and down the shaft, your lips sucking hard at the head, then sliding down my length, over and over, from cockhead to base, again and again. I reach between your thighs and gently caress your pussy, your beautiful wet cunt, featherlight touches along your wanton open lips… and as I caress you, my eyes are on your cheeks, watching them hollow and then balloon as you suck, striving for maximum suction, maximum pleasure… and all for me…

With one hand you grasp the base of my cock, you squeeze in the rhythm of my hips, the rhythm of your mouth. My entire cock is being caressed, my hips drive to meet your mouth, your lovely, cocksucking mouth. And now I spank your ass with sharp, light taps, increasing the tempo, faster and faster, urging you on… driving me on…

I am moaning continuously now, lost in a place beyond words, hips bucking, cock plunging into your mouth, and you know that I am so close to climax. Through the haze I feel your hands, one hand clenching the base of my cock, the other gently caressing my balls, tight in their sac. I feel your sucking growing wilder as your mouth moves frantically up and down my shaft. My fingers sink deep into your cunt and abruptly you suck me as deeply into your mouth as you can… your cheeks milk me… with a sharp cry I thrust hard into your mouth… my fingers leave your pussy and I grasp you by the ass and tug you to me… my lips meet your lips, I taste your juices afresh and I suck your quivering clit into my mouth and start to cum. I cum, spurting hotly down your throat, your mouth works, convulsively, as you swallow…

"Pussy… Pussy… darling Pussy…" but my words go unheard in the hotness and wetness of your being… I lap you with my tongue, I pierce you, deep as I can and fuck you frantically my tongue plunging in and out of you, my nose nuzzling your clit and soon you are joining me, you are shivering and shaking, your body is in spasm and we surrender to our mutual pleasure…

As our bodies calm you pull your mouth gently from my cock and your tongue sweeps up the beads of cum shimmering on my shaft. I am so sensitive, so tender and your renewed licking is divine torture to me… I moan in protest and, grasping your arm, turn you toward me. I pull you into my arms and embrace you. We share a long, lingering kiss and share too the flavour of our satisfaction. After long minutes you burrow against my chest and my hand moves caressingly through your hair… slides down your back to cup your bright red bottom… You hiss and wince…

"You're such a naughty wench, Pussy," I sigh, "But naughty in a lovely way." 

The End



At The End of The Day



Disclaimer: I do not know both Summer Glau or Thomas Dekker, and receive no profit from this work. 

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Summer stood before him as she peeled the last garments of clothing from her lithe form, dropping the black dress and matching lace underwear at her feet. Thomas' eyes wandered down her body, following the valley between her pert breasts, down her stomach and over the light brown thatch of neatly trimmed hair to her stocking clad thighs and sculpted calves, coming to a stop at her feet, still encased in their black pumps. She made a move to pull the black thigh-highs down and kick her shoes off but he quickly rose to stop her, pulling her against him as his mouth crashed down upon hers, their lips hungrily sucking, their tongues briefly caressing before he moved down along her jawline to kiss and suck at her neck. Soft gasps issued from her mouth as he made his way lower, sinking onto the bed as he pulled her with him, one arm wrapped around her taught back, the other kneading a handful of soft breast, his fingers teasing and twisting the brown nipple he found there before he replaced them with his mouth, gently swirling his tongue around the hard little nub. He pulled her against him and reversed their positions, setting her down as he moved to stand.

They'd been together for almost a year now and he didn't have to hint at his desire. He could feel himself grow harder as he watched her lean forward and grasp the base of his cock, her smooth hand slowly stroking him from bottom to top, her lust filled eyes looking up at him briefly with his before she turned her attention completely on her task. Her breath tickled the head of his cock as she leaned closer in, teasing him with hot, controlled huffs before her tongue darted out from between parted lips, caressing the sensitive flesh on the underside of his cock before making her way up and over the crown. Her tongue dipped into his piss hole, lapping at the precum she found there, causing his hips to buck at the action and he held back the desire to tangle his hands in her hair and pull her mouth down on him, instead letting her set the pace as she continued to swirl her tongue around the thick, engorged head of his cock before moving forward and enclosing it within the confines of her hot, wet mouth. Her head bobbed as she nursed on the tip, her darting and swirling tongue teasing another buck from his hips and a groan from his throat. His eyes glazed over as he watched Summer continue until her lips had slipped down the top third of his shaft, the sounds of her gentle sucking and faint moans filling the room as she fellated him. His cock twitched in her mouth and a pang of desire ran through his stomach as she moved lower, sliding her lips smoothly over another third of his shaft, the salty skin now covered in a thin mixture of his sweat and her saliva.

"God you're sexy." He whispered as she continued bobbing her head, moaning occasionally with each twitch and buck of the flesh filling her mouth.

She brought her free hand up to brush the errant strands of hair in face aside before she moved it around to grasp his ass, pulling him in closer. The sounds of her oral ministrations grew louder as she settled into a quick bob, her hair cascading down her shoulders and sticking to the thin layer of sweat that had built up on her chest as she worked. Her breath grew ragged as her desire built, and she moved a hand down to the junction between her legs, dipping a finger into her folds, working it briefly before she brought it up to caress his swinging sack, feeling the weight of it as she slowed her pace. 

Another groan escaped Thomas' lips as her brown eyes looked up at him and she withdrew her lips, dragging them painfully slowly along his shaft, sending shivers up his spine as she worked over each bump and vein before stopping at his crown. The hand that had been kneading his balls lifted to join her other, now wrapped around the base of his cock as she pressed against his pelvis, forcing his length to stand straight. She paused, her tongue gently swirling around his head before she slowly began to work her way back down his shaft, each few inches she took in followed by a slow withdrawal, followed by another few inches until she had most of his length within the sucking confines of her mouth. He groaned as he felt the head of his cock press against the back of her throat, and a half-moan half-gasp escaped her as she slowly pressed further, her tongue working the underside of his shaft as she slowly took the last few inches of his shaft into the convulsing confines of her slick throat. She held him there, taking slow breaths before she slowly began bobbing her head back and forth, her nose pressing into his pubic hair as she worked the full seven inches of his length.

Thomas brought his hands up to tangle in her hair as she moved, and his hips started bucking slowly to her rhythm, their combined movements working her mouth along his shaft in long, smooth strokes. The sounds of her sucking and their gentle gasps and moans grew in intensity as he neared his release, his cock twitching in her mouth as she once again slowed her pace, sliding a hand up his thigh, massaging it as she returned to grasping the base of his flesh.

She knew he was close as his strokes became irregular, and she held most of his cock in her mouth as she worked the exposed remainder, her hand smoothly sliding along his saliva slick shaft as she began another slow withdrawal along his length. His hips bucked involuntarily as the first rope of thick cum shot forth into her sucking mouth, hitting the back of her throat as she held him in place, her lips pursed and her hand slowly milking his shaft as his release continued. She moaned around him as the second shot came, filling her mouth and she began swallowing the remaining spurts, each one shorter than the next until she was left stroking the remaining drops from his cock as it softened in her mouth. Her eyes locked with his as she swallowed the remainder of his seed, giving his head one last lingering suck as she pulled back, releasing him from her lust swollen lips. A thick strand of her saliva remained connected to the tip of his cock and her lips as he pulled back slightly, her hand continuing to slowly work his shaft before he leaned in, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her up, crushing her lips in a series of increasingly kiss hungry kisses before he turned her around, placing a hand on her shoulder as he pushed her down onto all fours.

Summer's hips swayed as she adjusted herself on the bed, pulling a pillow closer to rest her head on as she waited silently, her breaths becoming shorter with every moment as in increasing anticipation. Thomas' hands slid along her smooth, sculpted back and defined shoulder blades before he gently pushed her upper body down lower to the bed, gaining him better access as he spread her knees apart with his own for support. A throaty gasp issued from her throat as he knelt down and buried his face in her flesh, his tongue sliding up and down her silky folds, her viscous juices quickly coating his face as he worked her heated sex.

She groaned and her eyes closed as he pushed his tongue inside her, twirling and nipping at her flesh before he found her clit, flicking at it before his lips closed around the hard little nub, causing her to moan into the pillow her face was now pressed into. A muffled gasp emanated from the fabric as he pushed one, then two of his fingers inside her, twisting and thrusting in time with the motions of his tongue before he pulled them free. He repeated the process twice more, his fingers coated in her slick fluids. He could feel her hips trembling beneath his other hand as he moved them higher to his intended target, pressing the tips of his fingers against the taught starfish of her asshole, pushing gently until his fingers broke the ring's resistance. He earned a soft groan as he slowly slid his fingers deeper, twisting them gently within her, coating and stretching her flesh, while he continued his explorations of her folds. He began slowly thrusting his fingers, earning a nearly constant sting of gasps and soft groans from her as he fingered her back door, the tight ring of flesh and her burning heat causing him to grow painfully hard hard as he grew excited for what was to come.

"Fuck me." Was all that came from her lips as she looked back at him through the dark curtain of her brown hair, swaying with each thrust of his fingers within her rectum.

Thomas complied as he rose from his position at the foot of her bed and knelt behind her, one foot beside a stocking clad knee, his other knee between her calves. He moved one hand to grasp the soft flesh of her hips as he gripped himself with the other, slowly stroking himself before he pressed the head of his cock to her sex, teasing the tip along her slick folds before he found her entrance. They both groaned in approval as he slowly, teasingly pressed himself inside until he was fully rooted within her before returning his fingers to their previous task. She ground her hips as she pressed herself back against his pelvis, slowly twisting from side to side as he began to thrust within her, slowly withdrawing his shaft before pushing the full length back inside, each one in time with the motion of his fingers. Her hips rolled as she pushed back against him, meeting each of his thrusts with one of her own, their soft gasps and groans growing with intensity as the sound of slick flesh slapping against flesh began filling the room. His fingers left her tight ring, wrapping around Summer's as he leaned over her, moving to place wet, sucking kisses along her upper back and shoulder blades, while his other hand slid under her chest to knead her breasts.

"I love you." He whispered between ragged breaths. She was far too gone to respond in kind and instead craned her head back to meet him as his mouth met hers with a searing kiss. He continued his steady thrusts as he moved back along her trembling jawline to suck and lick at her neck, each touch earning a satisfied gasp as they continued moving against each other. She moaned her disappointment as his thrusts slowed while he straightened himself up from her back, returning his hands to her hips as he began to deliver a series of long, deep and fast strokes, feeling her sex sporadically clench around him as her body trembled in release, her gasps muffled as she pressed her face into the pillow grasped in her hands, her knuckles white from exertion. He remained rooted within her as he watched her shoulders rise and fall, her hair tousled and swaying as she raised herself up, arching her back as she turned her head and brought a hand up to brush it over her shoulder and away from her face.

"Finish what you started." She managed in between heavy breaths, slowly pressing herself back into him as they both regained their breath, his hips occasionally giving her a long, slow thrust as she came down from her high.

"You really want to go through with this?" He asked her, and she nodded in response, gasping as she felt two of his fingers slip into her sex, still stuffed with his flesh. He worked his fingers slowly, feeling her clench around them before he pulled them out and pressed their now slick tips to the rosy starfish of her back door. He once again twisted them within her, earning more soft gasps as he began slowly thrusting them back and forth, causing her back to arch as he hooked them, grazing the tender membrane that separated her sex from the confines of her tight back channel.

As much as he enjoyed the tightness of her cunt, he could no longer resist the urge to replace the fingers he was still working within her ass with his shaft, and she moaned as he pulled himself free. He briefly missed the slick, hot wetness of her sex, shivering slightly as he grasped the head of his shaft and guided it higher to press it against the still tight ring of Summer's asshole. He could feel it twitch as he pressed himself against the taught ring of muscle, slowly giving way as he worked himself forward. A gasp of discomfort issued from her lips as he did this and he stopped his advance, waiting as she relaxed and adjusted to the head of his cock.

"Are you ok? We can stop if it's too much." Thomas asked.

He remained still as her channel clenched around his tip, and he gently kneaded her cheeks, spreading them apart when he felt the need for a better view. His cock twitched free in response and he dropped a dollop of spit on her tight bud before pressing his tip back in. She pushed back at him in response, and he restarted his slow advance until his engorged head finally broke through the resisting ring of her sphincter. She gasped as the thick crown made its way inside, her ass clenching tightly as she slowly adjusted to the intruder, tiny gasps and groans accompanying her every movement as he remained still, his hands grasping her hips. When he felt her once again move back on him him, he began to push forward, slowly driving his shaft further into her back channel, stopping as he let her adjust to each inch he forced into her. He removed a hand from her hip, pressing his fingers into the folds of sex as collected her thick juices and spread them on his shaft and her distended asshole before returning to her hips. She gasped as he pushed the last few inches smoothly into her, before bringing his hands to her cheeks, kneading them gently, spreading them as he began his slow withdrawal, earning more gasps and muffled moans from her lips as he pulled out until only the thick head remained in her. His stomach clenched with desire as he began his slow push back in, her tight ring and hot inner flesh dragging along his shaft before he bottomed out, her burning insides rippling around his shaft as he paused briefly before withdrawing once again, this time slowly pulling himself free from her grasp. He watched as Summer's tight ring began to slowly close, and he earned a sharp inhale from her lips as he pressed himself back in, driving himself forward in one smooth, long stroke, his length once again buried within her. She moaned her approval as her tight back channel clenched and massaged his length, and he began to slowly thrust within her, moving his hands back to her hips as he gave her short, smooth strokes, slowly increasing his pace as she fully adjusted to the length and width of his shaft.

He leaned over her back, placing wet, sucking kisses along her spine as he moved within her, earning more gasps, moans and whimpers from her throat as she began to move back against him, meeting each of thrust of his with one of her own.

"Harder. I want it faster, make me feel it." She gasped in between breathes, and Thomas readily complied as he straightened his back and returned his hands to her hips, increasing the pace as she herself began move faster in compensation. Her hips rolled into him as he pumped her ass with long, smooth strokes, their moans and gasps barely louder than the wet slap of his pelvis as it met her cheeks, barely louder than the wet slap of his swinging sack as it met the slick folds of her soaking wet sex. He could feel himself growing closer to release as her insides, hot and rippling with each movement they made, dragged along the thick head of his cock and his shaft as he drove himself in and out within her tight back channel. He could tell she was close too, her own movements becoming weak and sporadic, and he compensated by grasping her hips harder, his knuckles growing white as he drove into her with ever increasing speed, earning an endless string of throaty moans, gasps and whimpers as he continued to work her asshole until he felt her body tremble in his hands, her insides clenching and releasing him as he continued his movements. He slowed his thrusts as she came, holding on to the feeling of her hot, tight, smooth ass surrounding his flesh as he began slowly withdrawing from her, watching her ring drag along his shaft, leaving only the tip inside.

He remained still, catching his breath as her shoulders rose and fell, her hair falling in knotted strands across her slick back. He waited until Summer's breathing calmed before slowly pushing himself forward, driving the sweat slick shaft of his cock fully into her still clenching back door before restarting his thrusting, working his way back toward his own release. She ground her hips back at him slowly as he again began pumping her ass with long, slow strokes, clenching her asshole with each withdrawal and loosening with each push back in, gasping loudly as he too neared his own release. He groaned as his hips bucked, each erratic thrust driving himself deeper into her slick depths, her moans joining his as he slowed, moving his hands to knead her cheeks as he withdrew slowly, her clenching ring gliding along his shaft until only the top third of his cocked remained in her. He collected his breath as he began again pulling back, her hot, slick insides tugging at him, finally pushing him over the edge. A series of soft gasps issued from Summer's lips as each thick rope of his cum shot forth, coating her tender back passage as she continued clenching around him, milking the last of his release as he pulled himself from her. He watched with ragged breath as her tight ring slowly closed and the last strand of his come broke free from the tip of his cock, falling to slide down the inside of her stocking clad leg.

They remained still, each gathering their breath before Summer collapsed to the sheets, rolling onto her side as Thomas lowered himself down to join her.

"I never... thought... I'd enjoy it that way." She managed in between breaths, arching her back as he pulled her into his arms, pressing his stomach against her.

"I guess that means... we'll be doing... that again... sometime?" He rasped.

She murmured yes in response.



At the End of the Day



The day has been long and arduous, filled with taxation's on your muscles that have left a dull throbbing ache from top to bottom. I hand you a warm mug of tea and the heat seeping into your hands from the porcelain starts a slow spreading infusion of calm that is hurried along by your sips.

My fingertips gently caress your shoulders with soft reserved pressure. Along your clavicle and up your neck then down your spine with attention paid to your shoulder blades. With each drink your body trades cold pain for a rolling heat and my touch kneads that into your torso and hips.

The smell of your skin rises from the gentle massage and sets my insides a tingle. I breathe you in slowly and the electricity of my desire surges as my need is communicated in the quickening vigor of my hands. You put down the cup of tea and recline into my arms, your pulse racing and feeding the fire that both soothes and excites you.

My lips kiss your neck and a sigh emanates from your upturned mouth. My mouth pulls on your skin and my tongue wets it with a quick brush. My arms wrap around your waist and my mouth flutters across your shoulders and the top of your chest. Pressing my naked chest against your back and squeezing your hips, I growl into your clavicle and grind my lengthening arousal between your legs. 

Your breath comes in heaving pants as I step back and lay you upon the bed. I raise your knees and spread your legs open, lying with my head between them. Your pubic lips are open to me now and their musk that rises to meet me is the sweetest ambrosia. The tip of my tongue takes the first taste from your swollen clit, tangy-sweet nectar that makes my body quiver with hunger. 

My mouth falls hard on your mound and I lap at my prize with unchecked fervor. The flavor of your need elicits groans of pleasure from me as I feed upon you and stoke a fire nearly ready to explode.

You bite your lower lip and writhe, your hands pushing in vain at my head, fearing that the stimulation I bring you will be too much. I take your wrists in my hands and pin them to the bed with enough slack to let you struggle but not enough to free yourself from my grip. All the while my feasting on your sex keeps a measured pace as I listen to your breathing and soft whimpers to let me know where and how you need to be licked.

My tongue brushes your clit in long, wet strokes as your soft moans become labored cries, calling my name and begging me to keep going. You explode with a single scream as your orgasm shakes you from toes to skull and leaves the muscles in your body whispering echoes of their triumph.

Reluctant to lift my head I suck on your throbbing love button in a long kiss before allowing you to push me away with a stifled squeal. I crawl on top of you, looking down at your eyes looking up at me and my heart sings inside my chest with the belted glory of an angel's choir.

Desire burns behind my eyes and you can feel the extension of those flames pressing against your inner thighs. With one hand you pull me inside you and then rake the nails from both hands up and down my back as our bodies fall into rhythm. 

I'm lost in my passion for you, kissing and biting your neck as you dig into my flesh and whisper in my ear. At your suggestion we turn over so that you can ride my cock and control the details of my pleasure.

Your nails draw lines on my chest and teeth leave marks on my neck that makes me scream your name. My hands linger on your hips but move up and down your torso craven with their need to memorize every inch and curve.

What started as my efforts to help you relax and forget the day has become your need to hear me come, to unleash the barbaric and primal call that happens when you fuck me and squeeze the fire of my need into you.

I pull you hard against my chest, my growls panting in your ear as our hips collide in unison over and over. The weight of your body upon me is such sweet indulgence that my arms lock you there with iron strength. Each of my thrusts is met with one of your own as we crash softly into one another.

You feel me tip past the crest and you command to "come for me" as I arch my back and roar, spilling myself into your velvet glove. In the quake of my climax you rise and push your pelvis into me while biting your lower lip and smiling down at me. The look in your eyes washes over me with such love and desire that time ceases. Awestruck, I slide my fingertips across your skin and smile back. No one has ever loved anyone more than I love you.



At the End of the Day



You arrive at your apartment. It's dark and it's late. You're tired after a long day at work. You know I'm already here, waiting for you. But you hear some deep breathing from the bedroom. I must be asleep. That's disappointing. Oh well. Maybe later. At least it gives you time to rinse the stress of the day away.

You step into the bathroom, shedding your clothes as you go. You lump them into a pile on the counter, thinking that you'll get to them later. You're already anticipating the feeling of the warm water over your skin. You step into the shower and crank it up.

Oh god. That feels soooo good. Just like you thought. The warm water cascades over your body. It hits you square in the chest, and flows copiously down your firm breasts and taut belly. You close your eyes as it flows against your womanhood, and relax as it flows down your long, long legs, into the drain, taking the stresses of the day with it. You lean against the shower wall, just completely in the moment. You don't bother with soap or shampoo; that's not what this shower is about. This shower is for your soul. The warmth radiates through you. God that feels good.

You hear the sound of the shower curtain being pulled aside. You turn and see me, naked, stepping into the shower with you. Before you can say a word, I reach out and hug you into my strong arms, pulling you into an embrace. You look into my face and see the love there, but also something else. You see the hunger. Wordlessly you lean into me. 

I pull you in for a kiss. It starts out politely, but rapidly begins to escalate. With increasing passion, our tongues intertwine and the kiss gains urgency. You feel my hands begin to wander over your body, tracing delicately along your shoulders and upper back. As the kiss escalates my hands become more insistent, firmly grabbing and pulling along your lower back, cupping your tight ass and pulling you into me. You feel the insistent poke of my cock for the first time, reassuring my intentions by its comforting presence. You slide your hands down and trace it, touching it for the first time tonight. You feel it pulsing in response, promising pleasure, and you know that this touch won't be the last one of the evening, either. You see me react to the touch, shuddering in anticipation. I need you now.

We turn off the shower and towel off, quickly. Words are un-necessary, as we step out and head for the bedroom. The door is closed, and you open it quickly. But as you do, the delay is just too much. The door swings open and I push you with it, stepping behind you. I press you against the door from behind, my hands cupping your beautiful breasts as my fingers tweak your nipples. You gasp aloud, and as you do, my right hand darts down between your legs. Now you shudder, as I feel your wetness and warmth. I begin to stroke your cunt, fingering your clit lightly. As you moan aloud I lean forward, pinning you against the door and kissing your neck. I nibble at it, biting softly at your ear and throat. My shaft is now completely rigid, and nestled naturally between your legs, throbbing insistently against your clit from below as my fingers stroke it from above. You feel the pleasure convulsing through you and your legs go weak as you shudder against me. I wrap my other arm around your chest and hold you up, as my fingers pick up their pace. I can feel the surge in wetness and the strangled cry of your orgasm as you slump against me, my erection still pushing insistently against your cunt.

I slow my pace to allow you to recover. You take advantage of the slackening of the grip to spin around and shove me towards the bed. I stumble backwards and land in a confused heap in the mess of pillows and sheets I had left from my nap earlier. By the time I manage to untangle my arm and leg and sit up to look around, you're striding purposefully towards the bed with a determined look on your face. 

I try to sit up as you arrive and you shove me down towards the bed with one hand. As you do, you lean forward and take my cock into your mouth. The sensation is incredible, the sudden shock of the wonton action contrasting sharply with the soft envelopment of warmth. A moan escapes my lips as I surrender, slumping back on the bed, exactly as you had intended. In your other hand you're holding a condom, and with your brief oral activity you decide that there's enough lubrication for your purposes. You grab ahold of my cock firmly, ignoring the loud moan it triggers, and slip it over me. As I realize what you're doing I shudder in anticipation, a shudder you can feel in your hips as you mount my body. You grab ahold of my cock and lean forward to look at me. I look back into your eyes, staring deep into your soul, taking a moment to savor the love and connection that I feel. As I do, you abruptly shift your weight and lean, and I slide firmly into you. Animal instincts take over and I thrust violently upwards with my hips, feeling you gasp in response. You allow me one more thrust and then shove me down again, growling, "My turn". I lie back and feel you on me, grinding back and forth, the sensations almost too much to bear. You lean back and put your weight into it, driving me deeper into you, rubbing on those parts just how you want them, using my body to bring you pleasure. I watch from below at the majestic spectacle of you sensually writhing, contorting and making little noises, as you near another orgasm. 

It's too much to bear. I try to stop you, to hold back, to prolong this. But you're not having any of it. You want to cum. You want to feel me cum, to feel me twitch and spasm and hear me moan. You decide. You lean forward, pinning my arms back, and growl at me. 

"Dalè."

I moan. I'm so close. You lean in, and with great deliberation, mid grind, bite my shoulder, hard. I can't take it anymore. The pain merges with the pleasure and the love and the lust and I erupt in ecstasy, screaming your name into the heavens. You feel me cum, twitching inside you, and it triggers your own orgasm, and you cry aloud and throw yourself back, losing yourself in the waves of joy. As you come down to earth, you look down and see me, staring at you, enraptured by the privilege of watching you cum. Smiling, you lean forward again, and I reach up and hug you to me, kissing you and stroking your hair. We lie that way for a few moments, then I roll us over and lean forward, holding your face against mine against the pillows, and whisper...

"I love you Lexi. So fucking much."

We hug each other, tears of joy and love in our eyes, and cuddle each other as we fade off to sleep together.



At The End Of The Road



This is the preachy part; I thought I'd get it out of the way.

When you take responsibility for everyone's lives except your own, you take everything for granted. When you take everything for granted, you soon find yourself with more than your fair share of regret. With regret comes guilt, with guilt comes hopelessness and so on and so on until you find yourself living to die instead of living to live.

It's a bitter pill, I know, but there's something to be learned from it. And if anyone had anything to learn from it, it was me.

A few years ago, when I set off across the country on a journey with no particular end in sight, it was with plenty of regret in my heart. I broke up with my girlfriend of nearly three years, exhausted by taking responsibility for her dysfunctional life and her dysfunctional friends; I was tired of being punished for mistakes they'd made long before they met me. I broke away from my own friends and associates from work, and kept in touch with my family only enough to let them know that I was alive and healthy. I was completely on my own, something I'd dreamt about for nearly five years.

The regret faded away slowly while I was on the road, but at least it faded. I started my life over, started with a clean slate, took responsibility for myself, and promised I'd let everyone else keep responsibility for themselves to themselves from then on. It wasn't worth the stress that had pushed me to the point of trying to take my own life. Nothing is worth that, I only wish I had learned that sooner.

I traveled alone across the country in my beat up Honda, slept mostly in a sleeping bag in the back seat, ate only enough to keep myself going every day. I brought very little with me, and took very little away except for the stories of the people I met along the way. I don't remember exactly how many places I went, and I certainly don't remember exactly how many people I spoke to, but when I was done, when I was ready to head home, I had hundreds of hours of video tape to show for my journey. I had collected stories from people all across the country. 

It became my life's work to tell the stories of the people who would never be heard, real people who never believed themselves important enough until I pointed my camera at them and asked them to tell me their stories. The stepsiblings who fell in love, the college kid who was kidnapped by an old girlfriend, the skinny drunk who accidentally slept with his overweight fifty-year-old neighbor, they all became my life.

I thought my work on those stories would bring joy and meaning to my life, and they did, but it was my own story that affected me most profoundly, the story that began in one of the last places I would have ever expected.

* * *

As a kid, it's astounding where parental character building can take you. I ended up at a tiny horse ranch in some part of central Virginia for an hour each Sunday and every day for a month each summer. Being a small, timid kid, my parents had decided it would be a nifty idea for me to learn to ride an animal ten times my size. Sure, I had the same cowboy fantasies as any other kid, but the cowboys on television made riding horses look so much easier and so much less terrifying than it actually was.

On top of that, I spent more time working than actually riding horses, helping repair fences, feeding the horses, shoveling shit out of a stable with a pitchfork in the sweltering heat of the summer sun. In fact, at least two hours a day were dedicated to shit shoveling, which at times made me think my folks were paying more for me to be slave labor than to learn how to ride horses. 

Still, I went back every summer without complaint, despite the hard work, despite my slowly waning fear of horses, despite being followed around constantly by the daughter of the owner. Although she was a good two years younger than me, the insufferable little blonde's sex drive had kicked in about six years too early, and I, unfortunately, had turned out to be the object of her affection. As a ten-year-old boy still three years away from puberty, I had no idea what the hell she wanted from me, and I didn't understand why she followed me from the stables to the corral to the field to the pool and back again.

Not to say she wasn't cute; I'm sure for a kid she was cute, but I didn't care. I was more interested in having fun, and it wasn't until I was older that I realized girls really were fun.

* * *

I'm not sure what brought me back to that place fifteen years later.

I had been on the road for almost two years, and having come full circle, I found myself back in my home state travelling the old familiar roads, taking comfort in the old familiar places. I was driving rather aimlessly as I had become used to, trying to find a good place to stop and rest. 

At that point, I had no idea what my next step would be or where I would go. I knew I had to find a quiet place to start writing, but where? I knew I had to find a job to support myself while I lived the struggling writer's life, but doing what? It all seemed entirely unclear, but that was okay, I wouldn't have it any other way.

As my mind wandered, shutting out just enough of the world so that I could still drive safely, I found myself unconsciously following roads I hadn't been on in years. I'd never actually driven those roads, as a matter of fact, having been too young to drive. Still, I remembered them, in the back of my mind, I knew exactly where I was going. Off the highway to the small suburban roads, which continued to twist and turn into country roads that dipped up and down through the wooded hills.

It was a beautiful afternoon, and the sun just barely cut through the thick trees. The small road seemed even greener than I remember it, still sparsely populated with only a few houses visible through the woods each mile. I was glad to see that area had not been over-developed like the rest of the places I remembered from my childhood.

There was no sign for the place, never had been, and probably never would be. You either knew where the place was or you didn't, but as soon as I saw the gravel driveway, I knew where I was. At the top of the hill sat the same old farmhouse, and behind it, not visible from the road, I knew there was a surprisingly expansive spread of land, the old barn, and the fields where the horses were kept.

Parked on the side of the driveway were at least ten cars and a bus, and when I opened my window, I could hear the sound of cheering coming from behind the house. The owner of the stables had often hosted professional horse shows, and I assumed from the noise that the tradition hadn't changed. I'd been entered in a couple as a kid, and despite being the silly looking chubby kid in tight pants on top of a pony just a tad too small for him, I'd done rather well in some of them.

I smiled to myself and turned into the driveway to find a parking spot.

* * *

It was strange being back in a place I hadn't seen in close to fifteen years, but I remembered every last inch of it like I had only been gone a day. As I climbed the gravel driveway to the top of the hill, I took everything in: the big tree in the front yard, the house, the hill that sloped down to the edge of the forest, the same hill I had rolled down when I fell of the back of a dirt bike one summer at camp.

I made my way around the side of the house and immediately caught sight of the crowd around the corral. There were several dozen people watching a rider in the ring, a young woman who I couldn't quite make out on top of a stunning white horse. She was making her way through a series of jumps, which were each progressively higher, and the crowd gasped in amazement every time the horse and its rider negotiated the fences flawlessly.

I took a look around me, and just like the front, the rest of the stables were almost exactly as I remembered them. The stables were by no means fancy; most of the buildings and fences had been constructed by hand who-knows-how many years ago and had been maintained over the years by the owner and her kids, giving the place a comfortable, down-home kind of feeling. The barn, oldest of all the structures, still stood solidly in the middle of it all. 

A burst of applause sounded as the rider in the ring finished putting her horse through its paces. I wandered over to the crowd of people and took a spot by the fence as the first rider led her horse out and the next rider led her horse in. I took a glance at the white horse the first rider was leading out. It was a beautiful animal, but not one of the horses I remembered. I had no idea how long horses usually lived, and I wondered how many of the original horses were still there.

As the second rider began her run, I turned my attention back to watch. She was good; not as good as the first girl, but I remembered how difficult riding actually was. Most good riders make it look easy, and most bad riders make it look frightening. I remembered being in between; to me it was both difficult and frightening. I never had the confidence to make it look easy.

"I know you," a female voice said from beside me. I turned to her and recognized the young woman who had been riding the white horse. She removed her riding helmet, and I realized how silly I was to be so enamored with her horse; she was absolutely stunning. Long, soft blonde hair, green eyes, she epitomized the look of a sweet country girl.

"You do?"

"Yeah," she said, her eyes squinting in concentration as she looked at me, "I remember you from somewhere."

"That could be anywhere, then."

"Not for me, it couldn't," she said regretfully, "I've never really been anywhere. I know you, though."

I watched her as she studied me, and then my heart took a leap.

"Hi, Tina, I remember you too," I said, and she immediately gave me a suspicious look.

"So, I do know you."

"Yeah," I said, what felt like a dopey grin spreading on my face, "try to picture a little chubby kid who was afraid of horses." A smile of recognition began to spread across her face as I continued. "Your brother hit me in the head with the blunt side of an axe once. And you--you used to follow me around the entire time I was here."

"Dave?"

"Yeah."

Her smile was gorgeous, and as she threw her arms around me, I took it that she'd forgiven me for all those times I'd told her to get away from me.

* * *

And so on a whim I had pulled into a driveway, and found myself with a glass of iced tea in my hand talking to a beautiful girl I once couldn't stand.

"So what are you doing here? How long has it been?" she asked me.

"It's been...about fifteen years, I guess. Maybe longer. And I don't really know what I'm doing here. I heard the noise and figured there was a show."

"You remembered how to get here?"

"Yeah, looks like it."

There was a long silence as she sipped her tea and watched me carefully. I didn't remember seeing her like that before, with that look of intensity in her green eyes. I could see her quietly sizing me up, like she could tell everything about me just by looking at me.

"You're looking for something," she said quietly.

"I am?"

"Absolutely."

"How do you know?"

"It's in your eyes," she said, "you have the look of someone who lost something. Why else would you mysteriously show up somewhere you haven't set foot for fifteen years?"

"Good point. I don't know."

"How are your parents?"

"My parents are good, they're retired finally, living in North Carolina. I was just visiting them, as a matter of fact."

"So what are you looking for?"

I laughed and took a sip of tea. It was good, very good, but I don't think it was quite what I was looking for. One thing down, a million more to go.

"You're just full of questions," I said.

"Am I scaring you?"

"Scaring me?"

"Yeah, you get all tense every time I ask you a question, and you've managed to avoid answering almost all of them. Are you dying?"

"Not at all."

"In trouble with the law?"

"Of course not."

"On the run from the Mafia?"

"Uh, no."

"What are those marks on your wrists?"

I twisted my arms so that she couldn't see the faded white scars that crisscrossed my wrists, a self-conscious movement my body was used to performing in front of most people who happened to notice.

"That's nothing. An accident."

I was suddenly beginning to realize how sly she was. Even as a little girl she had been extremely clever, but this was incredible. If I'd been just a little slower, she'd talk me into telling her where I hid Jimmy Hoffa.

"Mm-hmm." I could tell she didn't believe me, but she didn't push any further, so I was satisfied. "What've you been doing with your life?"

"Travelling," I said, happy for the subject change, "driving all over the country."

"Yeah? Doing what?"

"Talking to people, listening to them, writing their stories."

"Really," she said with genuine interest, "what kind of people?"

"All kinds of people."

"How many have you spoken to?"

"Hundreds. Thousands, maybe. I don't really know, you kind of lose track after a while. I've got them all on videotape, though, so I'll always have them with me."

"Wow. So you're a writer, like a real writer?"

"I'd like to think so," I said, "I've had a few things published in magazines all over the country. Nothing big, but enough to let me stay on the road for the past couple of years."

Tina smiled at me again, and actually seemed impressed. Most people I'd ever told what I did thought I was crazy and unstable, and recently I had been starting to think they were right. 

"Are you going to write about today?"

I smiled at her and sipped the wonderful tea. Damn right I was going to write about that day, I was going to try to remember every detail about that day and write it down as soon as I got back to my car. I wanted to remember everything, especially how beautiful she was and how she smiled at me.

"Maybe."

* * *

When the competition was over, most of the crowd left, and except for the few people that actually worked the stables (apparently they had given up the child labor), the place was quiet. Tina took me out to the field where the horses were kept and showed me a few of the animals I remembered from my riding days. Regrettably, the one that had bitten me mercilessly on the chest when I was a kid was long gone, though Tina giggled at me mercilessly when I told her so.

As the sun began to set, a brilliant reddish-purple haze shone across the sky. Tina and I found ourselves a spot on the fence to sit and chat as the horses watched us with little interest.

"The place still looks good," I said, "your mom's still running it with an iron fist, I take it?"

Tina stayed quiet for a moment, gazing across the field to forest beyond. "No, Mom died about six years ago."

"Oh...I'm so sorry..."

"It's okay. It was hard, by that point none of the rest of the family was really all that interested in keeping the place."

"What about your brothers? Doesn't Tommy still work here?"

"Mike got married ten years ago, moved to Montana, he's got his own farm now. Tommy's more interested in becoming a racecar driver, and he's only around from time to time."

"So, you're running this place by yourself now?"

"Yeah."

"That's amazing."

She flashed me a sly smile. "Amazing that the poor little girl can do it all by herself?"

"Yeah," I prodded, "especially being the pain in the ass that you were."

"I had a crush, so sue me."

"Seriously, I'm impressed that you decided to take on this place by yourself," I told her, and she smiled very sweetly this time.

"Thanks. It wasn't easy at first, everything just seemed to be going to hell. I missed Mom, they were about ready to foreclose on the land, a lot of the horses got sick, it was a terrible time." She paused for a moment and gazed down at my wrists again. "When things got too much for me, I went with the bottle of sleeping pills and the bottle of whiskey, but I guess everybody has their own thing."

I stared at her in shock, but it wore away quickly. Anyone is capable of suicide when things get too hard, but I just couldn't imagine this beautiful girl, so smart and so full of life, trying to kill herself. I didn't want to imagine it.

"I'm sorry, Tina," I said, "I had no idea."

"How would you? Do people really buy that accident bullshit?"

I unconsciously began rubbing one of the scars across my wrist. The razor blade had cut deep, but some friends had found me in time.

"Sometimes," I said, giving her a weak smile, "anyone else that notices just treats me like I'm fragile and ready to break at any second."

"Are you?"

"No, you?"

"Nah. I figured out afterwards that nothing's that important."

"Me too. Didn't you feel kind of stupid?"

She nodded, swiping a strand of golden hair away from her face. "Yeah, pretty stupid."

We both sat quietly for a moment, feeling a little silly, but comfortable nonetheless, knowing that we'd both put ourselves through hell and lived to tell about it.

I glanced at my watch, wishing I could tell her the truth, that I'd love to stay and hang out with her all night, but I knew that probably wasn't an option.

"I guess I'd better get going," I said quietly.

"Will you come back tomorrow?" she asked sweetly.

I froze for a moment, my heart pounding away in my chest, suddenly getting the feeling I was going to take a headfirst dive right off the fence. Of course I want to come back tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that, you silly girl.

"Yeah, I'd love to."

We hopped off the fence. I took another glance toward the sky, which was now filled with the brilliant colors of the sunset. Without a word, I felt Tina grab my wrist gently in her hand, her fingers tracing my scars. I turned to her, and she looked up at me, her green eyes glowing softly in the waning light.

"Does it hurt anymore?" she asked me softly.

"All the time."

Her gaze dropped to the ground, and she let go of my arm. She looked so sad, I almost wished she hadn't seen my scars at all.

* * *

I slept more soundly that night than I had in nearly two years, despite the discomfort of my beat up sleeping bag and the back seat of my car. I was too cheap to spring for a motel room, but I didn't care. I wasn't about to tell anyone I didn't have a place to live because I'd lived in denial of being a drifter for the past couple of years and I wasn't planning on changing that.

I dreamt about her all night. Tina.

Dreams, for me, were not at all unusual. Hearing as many stories as I had, meeting as many different people as I had, I had come to expect that certain overdrive in nocturnal brain activity. But those dreams were about all those other people, they were about their stories. Tina was my dream, the first dream in recent memory that was just for me.

I went back early the next morning. I'm not exactly sure what I expected when I went back, or why I was so drawn to the place, drawn to her, but I had told her I would. I couldn't lie to her, and God help me, I didn't want to.

When I pulled up the hill into the driveway that morning, I could hear the distinct sound of construction from the back of the house, a couple of saws and a whole lot of hammering. Before I reached the side of the house, however, the front door opened and Tina stepped out as if she was expecting me.

"Morning," she said, her voice sounding like she just woke up. I tried to keep from staring as she stood there in a pair of beat-up sweatpants, a tank top, her hair slightly tousled. She smiled at me, and I wanted to die.

"Morning," I said, walking towards her and trying my hardest not to gawk. She was gorgeous, and suddenly I remembered someone a long time ago saying, "She's going to be beautiful when she grows up." I don't remember who said that, but they were right.




At The End Of The Road



"Interested in a job?"

"A job? You invited me back to offer me a job?"

"Not really," Tina said, taking a seat on the front steps, running her fingers through her hair, "but I was thinking about you last night, and I need one more body to help with some repairs. It'll be about three weeks, I can't promise any more than that. What do you say?"

My stomach fluttered, she was thinking about me last night. Three weeks of work or, more specifically, three weeks of an excuse to come by and see her every day. I'd be absolutely stupid to say no to that.

"I'll think about it."

She gave me a look of vague surprise, then she shrugged. Did I look desperate? "Okay, think about it."

Play it cool, stupid. "Okay, I thought about it, I'll do it." The expression of delight that crossed her face would have made it worth walking across a bed of broken glass in my bare feet.

"Great," she said happily, jumping to her feet, "then I've got a surprise for you."

"I don't like surprises."

"Then you're no fun, are you? You'll like this surprise, I promise."

She stepped down off the porch and took me by the hand, making my head spin wildly. Her hand was so soft, which was surprising considering how hard I knew she had to work. She led me back around the side of the house towards the barn. Beside the barn was a large pile of lumber, and there were several guys working on the long fence enclosing the field.

Tina let go of my hand, and for a second I felt disconnected from something more wonderful than I'd felt in a long time. I couldn't explain what I was feeling, I felt--silly. Finally, fifteen years later, the roles were reversed. I had a crush on Tina, just as she'd had a crush on me all those years ago. I really needed something to do so I wouldn't find myself following her around all day.

A few moments later, Tina returned dragging a taller, thin guy behind her who I barely recognized at first as her older brother, Tommy. Back in they day, he'd been the crazy fun kid with no common sense who did stupid things in a fun kind of way. I'd had good times running around with him getting in trouble all over the farm.

"Tommy," she said to her brother, gesturing towards me, "I don't know if you remember the kid whose head you almost broke open with an axe."

A huge, wide grin spread across his face, the exact same grin he had when I knew him as a dopey high school student and camp counselor.

"Dave," he said excitedly, "I can't believe it, how are you doing, man?" He held out his hand for me, which I shook enthusiastically.

"I'm doing good," I replied, "it's great to see you, you look good. Lost a lot of weight."

"Yeah, turns out you can't really race those little cars with a belly. Go figure. So what're you doing here after all these years?"

"Well, uh..." I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing there, but Tina stepped in for me.

"He's here to work. Why don't you show him what we're doing and get started?"

"Sounds good," Tommy said, "come on, buddy, we'll go meet the guys and let this slave driver get back to her life of luxury."

"Shut up, Tom," Tina said playfully. She flashed me her beautiful smile, and then I was off to build some fences.

* * *

The work was hard, but it felt good. It turns out they were rebuilding almost all of the fences, which seemed to me like more than three weeks worth of work. There were three other guys working, friends of the family who had agreed to work cheap.

The sun beat down on us as we worked, and Tina brought us out seemingly gallons of iced tea every hour. Working with Tommy made me think fifteen years hadn't in fact elapsed since the last time I was there. He had the same goofy sense of humor as when he was younger, and except that he now had a wife and two kids, things hadn't changed much.

Around noon, we took refuge by the barn for lunch. Tina had brought out about a dozen sandwiches, and they were great, but I was hardly interested. Earlier in the morning, she'd changed into a pair of low cut jean shorts which showed off her nicely tanned legs and her perfect stomach, and I tried to catch a glimpse at every opportunity without being too obvious in front of her brother.

Tommy, on the other hand, was not a stupid man in the slightest. After Tina delivered more iced tea during lunch, Tommy looked at me and chuckled.

"What's so funny?" I asked. Tommy shook his head and grabbed a second sandwich.

"Remember how she used to follow you around all the time? Tried to hold your hand and sit in your lap and all that shit?"

"I remember. Those were the days."

"No kidding. I spent all those summers looking after you kids, and now I've got kids of my own. It's weird." He gazed off toward the house, where Tina was tirelessly polishing leather saddles. "She went through some hard times," he said regretfully, "when Mom died. She wanted to keep this place, and I don't think I was as supportive as I should have been."

"She told me about it. I don't think she holds it against you, Tom, everybody has their own dreams. Look how well she's doing now. And you're here now, helping her out as much as you can, you know?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Tommy said, his face lightening, "well, for all your valuable advice, I've decided against hitting you in the head with an axe today."

"You're a real sweetheart."

Tommy chuckled and then turned his attention back to lunch. Since Tommy seemed to be able to see right through me, I decided to freely stare off into space and daydream about the girl who had welcomed me back into her world with open arms. After a few minutes, a large pickup truck pulled into the drive. When it stopped, a tall, good-looking guy in a black cowboy hat stepped out and approached the house.

When she saw him, Tina dropped what she was doing and walked over to the man. My heart dropped straight into my shoes as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. I could feel my ears turns red and my stomach begin to turn.

"Who is that?" I asked Tommy.

Tommy gave a sideways glance over at her sister and the man, then turned away with a highly disapproving look. "That's Brett, Tina's fiancé."

* * *

Over the short course of my adulthood, I've learned to believe that the stronger I feel about a woman, the less available she'll always turn out to be. This theory, so far, has been as consistent as the laws of physics. This time was no different, and just as miserably painful, if not more so.

"She didn't tell you she was engaged?" I heard Tom's voice ask from some distant place in time. The words echoed through my head as if they were trying to escape, but they couldn't find an opening so they just decided to bash their way through my skull.

"No, she didn't," I managed to croak. I watched Tina kiss Brett one more time, then they went in the house and I wanted to burn my eyes out with a hot poker.

"He's okay, I guess," Tommy continued, as if he thought I actually wanted to hear more, "he's good to her...maybe not good FOR her, but he's good TO her."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he's an arrogant dickhead. He throws money around like he's king of the world, tries to, anyway. He knew I wanted to be a driver, offered to buy me into the business, which is bullshit, if I'm going to get there, I want to get there myself because I worked for it."

"What's your sister doing with him?"

He seemed hesitant to continue, but did so anyway. "He took care of her through those first couple of years when things were really bad, helped her out with the stables a lot. Pretty much saved the place from foreclosure when no one else could. And then he was just...there for her when she needed him the most."

"You don't like him."

"I appreciate what he did for Tina, but no, I don't. I think he feels like she owes him, and I think she just thinks she loves him. Does that make any sense?"

"Yeah, I guess so." I stayed quiet after that, not really feeling like I could talk anymore, and when it was time to get back to work, I was relieved to have something to take my mind off it.

Unfortunately, my mind is not the type of mind to be easily distracted, and I felt like I was going to explode. When I had first arrived there, Tina had seemed so...so...friendly. When it came down to it, that was all she had been, friendly. It wasn't like she asked me out, she had just been friendly, and I had taken it the wrong way. It was my fault I was heartbroken, it was something I'd done to myself more often than not.

I couldn't have been in a shittier mood even if Brett had decided to pay an evening visit to check on the progress of our work. Unfortunately, that's exactly what he decided to do.

* * *

He sauntered out to the fence just as we were winding down for the day. We had warning as Tommy whispered under his breath, "Watch out, boys, here comes lord of the manor."

I turned to see Brett stride across the gravel path towards the barn, his hat tipped coolly on his head, his designer jeans crisp as the day he bought them, his shiny new boots made out of some kind of exotic animal. He walked with all the confidence of a man with a fat wallet, good looks, and a beautiful fiancé, and I hated him because I'd met a hundred guys just like him before and they were all the same.

"Hey boys," Brett said, "how's the construction going?"

"Why, they's a-goin' jes' fine, massa," Tommy said loudly enough for the other guys to get a good chuckle out of it. Brett frowned as if he didn't quite understand.

"Yeah, well, these fences look absolutely fantastic, fellas, keep up the good work." Brett grinned with a wide, toothy grin that reminded me of a car salesman. Then, as if I didn't already want to put a bullet in my head, Brett turned to me, the fake grin still plastered on his face.

"Well, how're you doing there, buddy," he said, coming towards me with his hand outstretched. I shook it because it was the polite thing to do. "I guess you're the new boy."

"The new boy?" I couldn't help myself. What planet was this guy from?

"Whatever. Tina told me all about you, said you had a little crush back in the day--"

"That's not exactly--"

"--well, things have changed around here, partner, and my Tina's made a man out of me, so I'm going to--"

"She what?"

"I mean, you know, this is my place now, and no offense there Tommy, your mom was a great woman, but I think this stables running better than ever, the horses look good and--"

"You talk too damn much." It was out of my mouth before I had a chance to process it. Brett finally shut his mouth and looked at me like my hair was on fire.

"What did you say to me?" he asked, his tone nothing but confrontational. From behind me, I could hear Tommy clear his throat and the rest of the guys turned completely quiet.

"I said, Brett, you talk too damn much. First of all, I don't remember anyone telling me that you owned this place, and secondly, yes, Tom's mother was a great woman, and this was the greatest place on earth when she was running it. And now that Tina's running it, I feel the same way."

Brett glared at me for what seemed like forever. "Who the hell do you think you are?" he said. "You don't come on the land I own and--"

"You don't own shit--"

Brett interrupted me with a finger jabbing into my chest, which I immediately slapped away hard. "Don't fucking touch me."

Tommy immediately sprang forward and got between the two of us. "Okay, okay, that's enough, everybody just chill."

"Hey Tommy," Brett said, still staring me down, "tell your little friend his ass is fired, and that if he doesn't get off my property, I'll escort him off with a goddamn shotgun--"

"Brett!" He turned at the sound of Tina's voice behind him and glared at her.

"Real nice friends your hiring, Tina," he growled at her.

"Just go, Brett."

"I'm not going anywhere, this is my--"

"This is not your property, Brett," Tina said calmly, "I already paid you back what I owed you, stop saying that."

Brett walked close to her, and angry look in his eyes, and pointed his finger fiercely in her face. "You wouldn't have this place if it weren't for me. You've got no fucking appreciation for what I've done for you."

Tina rolled her eyes and breathed a deep sigh. "Just go, okay Brett?"

Brett fumed for a moment, and I braced myself in case he decided to blow. He began to walk away, then turned back to me. "This isn't over, asshole, you're on my bad side now." He turned and continued on his way. Tina looked at me sadly and mouthed the words "I'm sorry." 

Then she turned and went after him.

* * *

I wanted to smack myself for losing control like I had. I'm one of the most tolerant people I could ever imagine, but Brett just rubbed me the wrong way. Brett embodied every big mouth I'd ever met in my life and wanted to shut up but did nothing. He had, unfortunately, gotten the better of me, and while it had felt good to tear into him, I was suddenly feeling incredibly foolish.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," I muttered under my breath, holding my head in my hands as if it were going to pop off at any second. Tommy gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"Hey, don't worry about it, man. You're absolutely right, when it comes down to it, Brett doesn't own a damn thing around here, he can't do anything."

I chuckled bitterly. "Right, but Tina...well, I almost got into a fight with her fiancé, and now..."

"Tina likes you, she's not going to fire you. She knows how Brett can be sometimes, and I'll bet you a twenty she'll have him back here tomorrow apologizing to you."

I had no way of telling Tommy that it wasn't the job or an apology I was worried about. 

The sun was setting; it was about time to go for the night. One of the other workers, a massive black guy named Bill, walked up and patted Tommy on the shoulder.

"Now that the shit stopped hitting the fan, we're gonna get going," Bill said quietly. Tommy nodded, and then Bill looked at me. "Hey man, that was the funniest thing we've seen all day. 'Brett, you talk too damn much.'"

I couldn't help but smile as Bill chuckled maniacally and held his hand out to me. I shook it, and he smiled. "We'll see you tomorrow, man, nobody's gonna get fired around here."

"Thanks, Bill. See you tomorrow."

The rest of the guys took off for the night, leaving Tommy and me on our own, me wallowing in my stupidity.

"See, the rest of the guys like you," Tommy said in amusement, "they'd like you even better if you'd have kicked his ass."

"That was a thought."

"Look man, go home, get some rest, sit in the corner for an hour and think about what you've done."

I laughed, partially at what he said, partially at the idea of going home to the sleeping bag in the back of my car. It was my choice, all of it, leaving my home, sleeping in my car, working here, almost knocking out Brett. Not all the best choices, but they were my choice nonetheless.

I said goodbye to Tommy and made my way across the property towards my car. I hit the front yard without looking back, not wanting to know if Tina was there or if Brett was still there. I could deal with all of that tomorrow. Maybe, just maybe, I'd come by and just help build a fence, nothing more. I could ignore my feelings for Tina, it was just another crush, and I had ignored plenty of those before.

I looked up to see Tina standing by my car. Obviously, I'd be ignoring nothing for the time being.

"Tina, I'm sorry about earlier, I really didn't--"

"It's okay," she said quietly, "he just...he can be kind of...I don't know..."

"An asshole?"

A tiny, subtle smile crept over her lips that I could tell she was trying to hold back. "He's really a good man, I swear."

"Yeah, those are lovely things he says about you and your family."

"He doesn't really mean it."

"And that's why he comes out and says it in front of everybody--"

"Well, it's not really any of your goddamn business," she snapped.

"Right," I said quietly, "you're right. It's not any of my business, I'm sorry."

I looked away from her and took out the key to unlock my car. Just as I got to the lock, I felt her hand on my arm, and as it had before, her touch made a tingle creep up my spine. It was a wonderful feeling, but in light of the events of that day, I wished she would stop doing it, it made things a lot worse.

"I need to ask you something," she said seriously.

"Okay."

"Where do you live?"

My brain wasn't functioning fast enough, and I knew it. "I, uh, it's a place right down in, um..."

"The back seat of your car?"

I'd answered too slowly, and she had caught me in my lie. No doubt she'd seen the sleeping bag already as she was standing there. "Yeah, actually, that would be the place."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

I shrugged, trying to play it off so she wouldn't actually believe I was a drifter. "It's not a big deal, I've been doing it on and off for a couple of years now. I've gotten used to it, I kind of enjoy it now." It was another lie, but I thought it sounded good, and I added the sheepish smile at the end in an attempt to make it more convincing.

"I don't want you doing that anymore," she said as if she hadn't heard a single thing I'd said, "it's dangerous and stupid, and I've got all these empty rooms in the house, and it would be silly for me not to offer you one."

I frowned at her, not sure of how to answer. "You want me to stay here?"

"Yeah, well, it's better than the back seat of your car. Look, I could just offer you a safe place to park your car for the night, but it would be ridiculous for you to sleep in your car in front of a house with a free room. So just don't argue with me on this, okay?"

How could I say no? I should have so no, but I didn't.

"Okay."

* * *

Except for the near fight, that night was one of the most special nights I'd had in a long time. Tina made dinner, and I'd had some great home-cooked meals during my time on the road, but Tina was an exceptional cook. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, fresh vegetables she grew herself, everything was perfect.

We sat at a small table in the kitchen, a lit candle between us which I'm not sure was necessary, but nice in any case. When we were finished, I had eaten way more than I had really intended to.

"Was it okay?" she asked.

"Okay? It was delicious. Best meal I've had in as long as I can remember."

She smiled brightly, her eyes sparkling in the candlelight. "Thanks. Coffee?"

"Yeah, that'd be great." 

Tina got up from the table and went over to fix coffee. "So, what was it like traveling the country?"

"Exhausting. It was the best experience of my life, but it was exhausting."

"What do people talk to you about?"

"Pretty much everything. But it seems like every person I talked to wanted to talk about sex in one way or another. It seems to be the one tie that binds this country together."

She turned and gave me a surprised smile. "Are you serious?"

"Serious," I said, "for the rest of my life I may never hear as many sex stories as I did in that year and a half I spent just talking to people. I mean, this country, this entire world as a matter of fact, is fascinated with sex. Just watch HBO, you'll see what I mean."

Tina laughed and poured two cups of coffee, then brought them back to the table and looked at me. "So, you've written a lot of sex stories then, I take it?" she said suggestively.

I paused, not positive whether I wanted to admit to that. "Well, yeah, actually I have. Quite a few. I made quite a bit of money on those, it's what people want."

She was very quiet for a moment, although I knew exactly what she was going to ask next. "Do you think I could read a couple sometime?" I could see her face turn pink and she looked away from me.

I couldn't help but smile at how sweet she was. She really had no idea how many times I'd been asked that very question, but for the most part, the answer was always, "No, I don't think that's a good idea."




At The End Of The Road



"Yeah, absolutely, any time."

She smiled slyly. "You'll read one to me?" 

That question came out of left field, and I could feel my face turn beet red, not something that happened often. I'd love more than anything to read one of my stories to her, to cuddle up next to her in bed and read her my most steamy selection, but there was something that bothered me, and I had to know.

"How does Brett feel about me staying here?"

The way her face dropped, I knew I shouldn't have said anything, but I thought I had a right to know. I wasn't going to tolerate being threatened with an ass kicking every day, and I had no doubt in my mind Brett would do exactly that, regardless of what my intentions were.

"I'd give anything to travel the country like that," Tina said quietly without looking up from the table.

"Tina?"

"It doesn't matter what Brett thinks," she said impatiently, her green eyes looking at me intently, "you were right, he doesn't own this place, so it doesn't matter. He's not going to be around for a while anyway."

"I didn't mean to cause trouble."

"Nobody ever means to cause trouble," she snapped. She started gathering up the dishes, and I could tell she was pissed.

"I'll get those."

"Fine," she said, dropping the dishes, "I'm going to bed." With that, she stalked out of the room, leaving me in a cloud of confusion.

* * *

The room Tina had put me up in was comfortable, far more comfortable than the motel rooms I'd rented on and off, and certainly more comfortable than the back seat of my car. In the corner sat a large, plush recliner that threatened to swallow me whole when I sat down in it, and I absolutely fell in love. I didn't even bother trying the bed, I knew exactly where I'd be spending the night.

Despite the comfort, however, it was my mind that threatened to keep me awake. I couldn't understand Tina, I couldn't understand why she was so angry with me simply for asking a question, I couldn't understand her relationship with Brett. Worse than any of that, however, I couldn't understand why I couldn't stop thinking about her. Every time I closed my eyes, she was staring back at me, her green eyes looking straight through me.

That night, I nodded off constantly, yet woke up just as much, my mind full of blurred thoughts. 

There was a cloudy dream in which I remember seeing Tina's white horse. I was trying to take care of the horse, but the harder I tried, the sicker the horse became, until it finally faded away into nothing before my eyes.

The next thing I remember in my dream, I was back in my room, still sitting in the chair. The horse was gone, but the guilt of letting it die was still fresh. I was distracted from my self-pity, however, by a female form standing in the doorway. As she stepped into the light, I could see that it was Tina, dressed only in a sheer nightgown. She walked quietly, barely making a sound as she crossed the room towards me, her eyes fixed on me.

I could feel my head beginning to clear, but I begged myself to remain asleep so that I wouldn't lose the dream. I wanted to know what Tina was doing there, what she wanted, what she would say. She said nothing, however, as she slowly kneeled down before me, never taking her eyes off me, and raised her hand to my face, letting her fingers slide gently over my cheek. Her touch was exhilarating, and I closed my eyes. 

Before I could open them again, I could feel the warmth of her near me, I could smell her sweet scent. I kept my eyes shut for fear that I would lose it all, lose the sound of her quickened breathing, the sound of my heart pounding in my chest. Closer now, I could feel her soft lips against mine, holding for just a moment, her warm breath on my mouth.

"I'm sorry," I heard her whisper softly.

Then her lips pressed eagerly against mine, mine pressing back, wanting to taste her, every part of her. Her moist lips parted, her tongue slipping casually past my lips, and I was suddenly aware of the full extent of my arousal. My mind raced to figure out a way to hide it from her, but as she kissed me with greater abandon, I knew it no longer mattered. As if she had read my thoughts, I felt her hand slip between my legs and grasp me firmly, sliding up and down as my entire body tightened with pleasure. 

My eyes still shut, I reached my hands around her waist, pulling her to me, and she came willingly. Her thighs squeezed around me as she straddled my lap, and the sensation of her warm sex pressing against mine through her cotton panties made my mind reel completely out of control. There didn't seem to be any stopping as her riding instincts took her over, and she squeezed her thighs tighter around mine, her hips beginning to buck lightly against me. I could feel the strength of her legs, the same strength she used to control animals many times my size, and my heart raced at the thought of her taking me over.

Before I could whisper a word, however, she was pulling away from me, very slowly climbing off me. I opened my eyes, and the blurry vision of her face appeared to have nothing but sadness written on it.

As she drifted out of the room, I could once again hear her whisper, very quietly, "I'm sorry." Then, as she was almost gone, I thought I saw her lips form the words, "I love you."

She disappeared and my mind lingered back into the depths of unconsciousness.

* * *

At six in the morning, the alarm blared so loudly I thought my heart might explode. I reached over quickly to turn it off, then sat back, still in the chair, breathing heavily. My body felt as if it had been hit by a truck, which I attributed to the hard work from the day before. I certainly wasn't used to it, but I knew I would be by the time I was done.

I sat in the recliner for what seemed like forever trying to clear my head of the fitful sleep from the night before. After a moment, I heard a soft knock on the door.

"Yeah?"

The door cracked slightly, and Tina stuck her head in. "Hey, you decent?"

"Yeah, come on in."

She stepped in, not clad in the sheer nightgown from my dream, but in her usual sweatpants and tanktop. She was stunning in any case, and she stood there nervously, searching for words.

"Hey, listen, I'm sorry about last night," she said quietly.

"No, Tina, it's okay, I've been prying in your business way too much--"

"No, you haven't," she interrupted, "you've been very sweet about everything, especially considering what happened yesterday, and I just...it's complicated, that's all."

"I understand."

She paused for a moment, then smiled playfully when she saw that I'd slept in the recliner. "There's a bed right there, you know."

"I like the chair."

She gave me another one of her stunning smiles, then clapped her hands together. "Well, the boys are already here, breakfast will be ready in ten minutes."

"Great," I said. She slipped out of the room as I tried to dull the aching yearn deep in the pit of my stomach. It was difficult to see her after that dream and know that she wasn't really mine, that she belonged to someone else I couldn't even stand, someone else that, if I had the opportunity, I'd like to knock into next year. I wasn't entirely positive I'd be able to continue working in that condition, but I knew I had to be an adult, let me feelings go, and just do my damn job.

That yearn still burning away inside me, I slipped into my work clothes and made my way out to the kitchen. Tommy and Bill were sitting at the kitchen table with piles of breakfast food in front of them. They looked up at me as I entered, and I prayed they wouldn't say anything about the day before.

"Hey, hey," Bill said loudly, "it's the great white yuppie killer!"

Tommy laughed loudly as I tried to shush them. God help me, I didn't want Tina to hear anything for fear that she'd go off again, and next time she might not be so forgiving. I took a seat at the table and glared at them.

"Assholes," I whispered harshly, just as Tina entered the room.

"Good morning, little sister," Tommy said, "I think we're going to need a couple hundred more out of the budget."

"You need more lumber?"

"No, we've got plenty of lumber, we're out of beer and cigarettes."

"Ha-ha," Tina said dryly. Bill and I couldn't help but nod our heads in agreement, but she only glared at us. "You guys think you're funny. Why don't you get your asses to work?"

* * *

Though there were only three of us working during the weekdays, the work over the following weeks went smoothly without any side visits from Brett. Tina never really explained where he was, or whose idea it was for him not to come back, but I didn't bother to ask and didn't really care.

At night, when everyone had gone home and Tina and I were alone in the house, I could almost pretend she was mine. It was a happy, perfect little home, only she had no idea how I felt about her, and I had no idea how she felt about me. I wanted so badly to tell her how I felt, but I never knew how she'd react. I never quite understood why she took me in so readily and why she seemed to care so unconditionally, but it wasn't for me to question, just to accept.

Many nights went by that we ate dinner together as we had that first night. She was an excellent cook, but I could hold my own as well, fixing for her some of the recipes I'd learned during my travels. Her favorites happened to be the Cajun recipes I'd picked up after spending two weeks in New Orleans, and during those particular meals, she would insist that I tell her every detail about the place. It was fairly obvious she'd hardly ever been anywhere outside the state of Virginia, but not for lack of wanting. She absorbed every word I told her. 

My feelings for her didn't diminish over those weeks, they grew quite strong, but I learned to live with them. In the back of my mind, I had the hope that perhaps Brett wasn't coming back at all. She never mentioned him anymore, and I certainly wasn't going to bring him up. It was as if he'd disappeared, and if I was lucky, I'd never have to see him again.

I wish I had known how wrong I was.

* * *

After almost a month, we were close to being finished with the entire project. Extra help had come and gone, but between Tommy, Bill, and me, we'd rebuilt the fences surrounding the entire property. The good news was that Tina had decided to budget for building an addition onto the barn as well, and we had another solid month of work ahead of us.

The night we finished the fence was perfectly cool, and we sat out for a while as the sun set with the very same beer and cigarettes Tommy had mentioned. Tina was in town for the evening with some friends; we knew she probably wouldn't approve, but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. It had been months since I'd had either a beer or a cigarette, but after all the hard work, I figured I deserved it. The beer tasted good, the cigarette not so much, and Tommy laughed as he watched me turn a little pale.

"Hey man, smoking's bad for you," he said with a jolly grin on his face.

I pointed an accusatory finger in his direction. "You're the one that gave me my first cigarette, don't talk to me about smoking."

"What are you talking about?"

"All those many, many years ago, when I was here at camp, remember? We'd have those overnights, you and your friends would steal cigarettes from your parents. Don't deny it."

"He's a bad influence on everybody," Bill said, draining his beer in one long draw, "I wouldn't be drinking if it weren't for him."

"My ass you wouldn't be drinking," Tommy said, "don't listen to him, Dave. When I found this guy he was bobbing for apples in a keg of Miller."

"I don't--" I was interrupted by a loud bang, the sound of a door slamming at the house. My heart picked up a beat as it usually did when Tina showed up. It picked up another beat for a different reason, however, when Tommy spoke.

"Oh shit, Dad's home. And he doesn't look good."

I turned to see what he was talking about, and my heart dropped. Brett was making his towards us, and I could see that he was drunk. There was something dangling from his right hand, and I hoped it wasn't what I thought it was.

Tommy stood up with a look of panic in his eyes, then turned to me. "Go in the barn."

"No."

He whipped around on me, his eyes flaring, something I'd never seen before. "Go in the fucking barn, it doesn't have to go down like this."

"Listen to him, man," Bill said seriously, "we'll calm him down, it's just gonna get him all riled up to see you here."

"No," I said, "I'm not going to hide from him."

Brett approached us, a deliberate pace in his shaky step, his eyes bloodshot. He locked his glare onto me, and if he raised the shotgun he was carrying, I didn't think hiding in the barn was going to help.

As he got closer to us, he slowed down and a friendly smile came over his face. Tommy stepped directly in his path.

"Hey Brett, how's it going?" Tommy asked in the most amiable tone he could muster. "You going hunting tonight?"

Brett smiled at him, but in his eyes I could tell there was nothing but rage. "I sure am, Thomas, going hunting, that's right." He glanced at me over Tommy's shoulder, a disconcerting glance considering the circumstances.

"Well," Tommy said calmly, "why don't we just hang out for a little bit, you can put the gun down, have a beer."

"No," Brett said, his speech slightly slurred, "I don't think I want to do that, Tom. I've already had some beer tonight, but I'm not supposed to be drinking. Anyway, you could step out of my way now."

Tommy stiffened up as Brett tapped his finger on the side of his shotgun. I knew Tommy, and I knew he wouldn't be moved even if Brett stuck the barrel in his face with a finger on the trigger. I didn't want to see that happen, and I knew I had to do something.

"Let him by, Tom." Tommy turned to me, his eyes full of surprise. He probably thought I was out of my mind. "Go ahead, Tommy, it's cool, let me talk to the man."

After hesitating for an eternity, Tommy stepped out of the way, and Brett had a direct path toward me. Both Bill and Tommy watched him like a hawk as he approached me, thankfully still keeping the shotgun at his side. In the back of my mind, I thought I heard a car pull up in the drive, but I prayed Tina wasn't here to see any of this.

"So...loverboy," Brett said menacingly, "loverboy, loverboy. How's the fence building business?"

"What do you want, Brett?"

He shrugged absently. "Nothing, really, just for you to stay the fuck away from Tina."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Brett, she offered me a room, and that's all. There's nothing going on."

Brett's face twisted into a look of disgust and disbelief, and my heart jumped as I saw the hand holding the shotgun twitch. Still, I kept my ground, but braced myself in case I needed to jump out of the way. If it came to that, I could hide in the barn, but once I was in the barn, there wasn't much of a choice as to where to go from there.

"Bullshit there's nothing going on," he said, and I could have sworn I saw his eyes tear up. "I know exactly what the hell's going on."

"Brett, there's nothing, I swear--"

"BULLSHIT!" With that, the gun came up, and I found myself staring down the barrel, I saw my life down there, packed among the steel shot in a plastic tube. One click of the firing pin and it would all be blasted away. "Don't fucking lie to me--"

"I'm not lying--"

"You ARE lying, and I know it. She told me, she told me all about it."

Despite the fact that I was trying to stay calm and cool, I could feel a frown of confusion drift over my face. "She told you what?"

"About that night, she told me everything."

"What night, what are you--" I froze, and everything became clear as I looked at Brett's enraged face. I couldn't believe he was right. I'd thought it was a dream, and she'd let me think it was a dream, but it had all been real, every last second. Tina and I had been living together for weeks, pretending to be nothing but friends, but that first night she had come to me...

I thought it was a dream.

"Brett, I don't know what to do here," I said quietly, "you've got a gun."

"I don't want to have to shoot you. It's not worth it, the little slut's not worth it."

"Hey!" Tommy took a step toward Brett. He stopped as I put my hand up, not taking my eyes off the gun.

"She's not a slut Brett. But you don't have to shoot me, you can put the gun down and we can take care of this like men."

Brett eyed me for an eternity, then, without warning, he dropped the shotgun. I could hear a tremendous sigh of relief from Bill and Tommy. Tommy quickly bent down and picked up the shotgun, and I could feel my entire body relax. Brett didn't move as Tommy and Bill came to stand behind me. I turned to Tommy to tell him it was cool, and I never saw the sucker punch until it hit me square in the jaw.

I stumbled backwards, but if Brett had hit me any harder, I would have lost my footing completely. Brett stood there, enraged, as I tried to get my head back on straight, the pain shooting through my jaw making me dizzy and threatening to send me down.

"Come on, mother fucker," Brett said threateningly. I held my hands up as if to ask him to back off. The distraction allowed me enough time to take a swing that knocked him back flat on his ass. He sat there for a long moment with a look of shock as I stood over him. I could see he was making a move to get up before he was interrupted.

"Stop!" I heard Tina's voice shout. She hurried over, her face a mask of anger. I turned to her to explain, but before I could get a word out, she shoved me away from Brett and knelt beside him.

"Just stay away from him," she growled at me. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Tina," Tommy said, "it wasn't his fault, Brett--"

"Just shut up, Tom," Tina snapped at him. She helped Brett to his feet as he nursed his cheekbone. She turned back to glare at me.

"Tina--"

"Don't you talk to me," she said furiously, "this is your fault." Without another word, she and Brett walked back to the house, leaving me in a state of pure astonishment.

* * *

I should have left that night. I had already overstayed my welcome by at least a month, but I couldn't bring myself to leave, I had to talk to Tina. I had to explain to her what had happened, I had to tell her how I felt, I had to tell her something, anything. 

With a few words of support, Bill and Tommy left for the evening. Tina had taken Brett home, and I was left on my own. In the sky, dark storm clouds started to gather, and in the distance, I could hear low rumbles of thunder. I wandered the fields aimlessly, visiting the horses I had once been so afraid of, remembering those days from my childhood when everything was so much easier. I thought about little Tina following me around, and me going anywhere, trying anything, to get away from her.

Out in a far corner of the field, which felt about as far away from humanity as I could get, I came across Tina's stunning white horse. As soon as she saw me, she approached me and nudged me gently in the shoulder with her nose. I patted her gently, and she nodded her head in approval.

"I really fucked up this time, girl," I said quietly, taking a seat on a bale of hay. The horse let out an agreeable snort and started pulling out clumps of hay from beside me.

"Her name's Ivory," I heard a voice say from behind me. It was Tina. I turned to her, startled by how tired and sad she looked.

"She's the horse I saw you riding when I first came here."

"Yeah," Tina said, walking over to Ivory's side and lovingly stroking her neck. "We won a lot of shows together when I was younger, but I don't get too many chances anymore."

"I guess not," I said quietly. Aside from that, I didn't know what else to say.




At The End Of The Road



"I thought you'd be gone by now," Tina said.

"Yeah, common sense would have told me to leave but...well, if you want me gone, just say so."

"That's not what I meant."

"Okay," I said, "in any case, I guess I'll be going."

"You don't have to," Tina said impatiently, and I stood up quickly to face her.

"Tina what the hell do you want from me? What do you want me to say?"

"I don't need anything from you," she answered defensively.

"That's not what I asked you," I said. I paused for a moment, trying to gather the thoughts that my emotions were threatening to drown. "I want to know why the hell you lied to me."

"I never lied to you," she said, "you were there, you knew exactly what happened. I slipped, WE slipped, it was a mistake, it didn't go any further."

"Then why did you have to tell Brett. Why did you have to almost get me fucking killed because--"

"There were no shells in that gun, for Christ's sake," she said, "not a single one, he was just trying to scare you."

"How the hell am I supposed to know that? He pointed a gun at my face, bullets or not, that's unforgivable. So answer my fucking question, why did you tell him?"

"Because he deserved to know," she said.

"Why does that loser deserve to know anything?"

"He's NOT a loser!"

I could feel the frustration building up like steam in my head. The asshole had just threatened me with a shotgun; that seemed like a loser move to me. "Why do you keep defending him?" I asked.

"Why the fuck do you hate him so much?" she shouted at me, tears building up in her eyes. That was it, I'd had enough.

"Because he doesn't love you the way I do!" I roared back at her, and that was it. I could deal with the fact that Brett was an asshole, I could deal with the fact that he had money and he thought it made him important. I could deal with everything except the fact that he had a wonderful girl and he didn't seem to appreciate her like she deserved. 

He had called her a slut. I hated him for that.

My heart was thundering in my chest, and my head hurt so badly it felt like it was going to explode. I felt relieved and stupid all at the same time; I'd never intended to tell her what I'd told her, especially not in that way.

I knew I had to go now. "If he really loved you," I said calmly, "he'd never treat you the way he does." I knew it was a low blow, but I didn't care. I turned away from her and began to walk away, but when I heard her voice again, it was full of tears.


"Please..."

I turned back to her to see tears pouring down her face.

"Please don't leave me here, take me with you."

I was speechless.

I went to her and held her for as long as I possibly could.

* * *

We walked silently back to the barn, her hand in mine, both of us unwilling to ever let go. The sky was dark with storm clouds that had blocked out the setting sun, and a light rain began to fall. As we got closer to the barn, the skies began to open and the rain poured down harder. Next to me, I felt Tina stop in her tracks.

I turned to her and could see that she was drenched. I'd barely even noticed the rain soaking us.

"We need to get you inside," I said. She said nothing, just smiled sweetly at me, a soft glow in her eyes. She reached her hand to my face, then slipped it around the back of my neck, pulling to her, pressing her soft, wet lips to mine, the rain drizzling down between us. After a moment, she pulled away from me, and I realized how beautiful she looked, her rain-soaked hair hanging in tangles, her clothes plastered to her petite body.

I remember the sensation of having her pressed against me closely that night a month ago, remembered it as clearly as if it had happened only the day before. I wanted to feel it again, only this time, I wanted to be closer, I wanted to be inside her.

"Tina," I said as she looked up at me, "tomorrow, when this is all over, he'll come back to you, he'll apologize for what he's done...you're going to take him back, aren't you?"

The sadness crept back into her eyes again, and she looked down at her feet. "It doesn't matter," she said, "tonight, it doesn't matter."

She took my hand again and led me into the barn. Except for the rain pattering against the roof and the occasional clap of thunder, it was quiet. She pulled me towards the ladder to the loft, then turned and stopped me with a hand on my chest.

"Go in the house," she said, "there's a bottle of wine in the cupboard. Get it and meet me here, okay?" Before I could get a word in, she leaned forward and kissed me deeply, her tongue slipping by to explore my lips momentarily, then she pulled away again. There was no turning back now, I knew it in my heart. I also knew this whole situation was destined to end painfully, but Tina was right, that night it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except that we would be together, even if just for one night. 

I watched as she started up the ladder to the loft.

"Tina?"

She turned and smiled sensually down at me. "Yes?"

"You're absolutely beautiful."

"Hurry."

And hurry I did, although I didn't think I could run fast enough. The distance between the barn and the house had never seemed longer, knowing that Tina was waiting for me. I was past the point of reason; if I hadn't been, I would have talked myself out of the whole thing before it had even started.

I snatched the wine out of the cupboard and rooted through a drawer for a corkscrew. I was quickly on my way out, but before I hit the door again, I noticed a note on the kitchen table. It had my name on the front written in a flowing, feminine hand that I recognized as Tina's. I paused for a moment, knowing Tina was waiting, but wondering if she'd meant for me to see the note.

Swallowing down the lust that was threatening to eat me up, I put the wine on the table and opened the note. It read:

"Dearest, From the first day you came back, I've known you feel about me the same way I feel about you. I can see it in the way you look at me, the way you smile at me, the way you try to pretend you're not watching me while you're working. But I can always feel you there with me, and if only I had the words to describe how wonderful it makes me feel. All I can tell you is that I love you. I love you with all my heart...but we can never be together. I don't expect you to understand, but hopefully you'll accept that I have my reasons. Love always, Tina"

I stared at the note for a long while. It was beautiful and painful all at the same time, but above all, it confused me. I took the note and the wine, and headed for the barn.

* * *

When I returned to the barn, the rain had already dissipated to a light drizzle which pelted the tin roof softly, but off in the distance I could hear more rolling thunder signaling the impending storm. I glanced up to the loft where a soft glow seemed to be the only light. I carefully made my way up the ladder and looked around. The loft was stacked with bales of hay, and the entire floor was covered in the stuff. I could see the glow of light coming from a corner beside one of the windows.

As I quietly approached, I could see that Tina had set up a crate with a small lantern burning on top of it, casting a faint light throughout the area. She had laid out a blanket on the floor. She sat, bathed in the gentle glow, watching me. Even in the shadows, I could see her eyes drop to my hand, and the rest of her face dropped when she saw that I held her note.

I placed the wine bottle on the crate and sat down beside her, the note still between my fingers.

"What made you change your mind?" I asked her softly.

She looked at me for a long moment before she answered. "It was you. You made me change my mind. I was terrible to you, but you stayed, and there was nothing but love in your eyes when you looked at me. I just--even if tomorrow you left and we never saw each other again, I didn't want to go for the rest of my life not knowing what it would be like to spend a night in your arms."

Looking down at her note, I considered what she had told me, and she was right. I'd loved her every moment, even when I thought she hated me.

She leaned over and kissed me for a long moment. She stopped and brushed her lips along my cheek until I could feel her warm breath on my ear sending a tingle down my spine.

"I love you," she whispered to me, and I remembered that night, the night I had thought was a dream when she had come to me. She had told me that she loved me even then, and I never fully realized it.

As if she were reading my thoughts, she slipped her leg over my lap and straddled me as she had that night. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close. There was a fire behind her eyes that I hadn't seen there before.

"I never got to apologize," she whispered in a sultry tone.

"For what?"

"For not getting to finish what we started." I couldn't help but smile, and she smiled back, pressing herself as close as possible.

"I thought it was a dream," I said absently.

"I know," she said, a slightly guilty look passing over her face, "I knew it that night, but the next morning I just couldn't..."

"It's okay," I said, stroking her face gently with my finger, enjoying her soft skin, "as long as we're here now, that's all that matters." With that, the sad look on her face was replaced by lust. She slowly reached down, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and slipped it up over her head revealing the lacy white bra underneath.

My head was absolutely spinning, her scent filled me up and made me crazy. I slipped my hands around her waist, letting them drift up her stomach, to her breasts. She closed her eyes and let her head drop back as I touched her. As I leaned forward and gently kissed the soft curve of her breast above her bra, her hips began to rock against me, and I could feel myself very quickly growing fully aroused. She snaked her arms around my head and held me close to her chest, shallow moans of desire escaping her lips.

"I want you so bad," she whispered, "I want you inside me."

As she leaned back to look at me, I pressed a finger gently to her lips before she could say any more. "Be patient," I told her, "I promise I'll give you everything you want."

Satisfied for the moment, Tina remained quiet, but slowly sucked my finger into her mouth, running her tongue along its entire length before letting it go and turning her attention to my thumb. With my free hand, I reached behind her back, and using just about the only knowledge I'd retained from my few years of college, I unsnapped the clasp of her bra with two fingers. I heard her giggle slightly as she released my thumb; she seemed impressed.

Arms crossed, she slid the straps of her bra down over her shoulders. She smiled at me slyly as she kept herself covered and her bra dropped away to the floor. I leaned forward again to kiss her breasts, but she leaned away and shook her head defiantly.


"Uh-uh," she said playfully, "first you have to tell me you love me."

"I do love you. With all my heart."

"And you'll never ever forget me?"

"Never."

"Promise," she said a little sadly, "promise me you'll write about us, and you'll never forget."

"Cross my heart. I'll never forget."

The sadness on her face went away, replaced by the sweetest smile and a twinkle in her eye. She let her arms fall away from her chest, and I took her face in my hands and kissed her, our tongues slipping together, her breath growing quicker, her hips resuming their rhythmic rocking against mine. The kiss was broken, and she leaned back, chest pushed out, allowing me a better view of her gorgeous breasts. 

My hands slid lovingly up and down her back as I kissed her taut belly. I let my tongue slide up her body to the rise of her breast, tracing her luscious contours, tasting every inch of her. A moment later, I heard the hiss of her breath as I circled her hardened nipple with my tongue, then ran my lips over it, mingling the soft moistness with tiny warm breaths. 

And again I felt her hands on my head, her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer to her, her hips grinding even harder against me. Glancing up at her, my heart skipped several beats. Her head dropped back, eyes squeezed shut, blonde hair cascading almost to the floor as she rolled her pelvis back and forth and in slow circles against me making the smooth muscles in her stomach flex just a little. It was a vision of pure erotic passion I wouldn't soon forget, let alone ever forget.

I pressed forward against her, sucking her nipple into my mouth more eagerly, suckling the hardened nub between my lips, my tongue massaging, my teeth nibbling gently making her moan with delight. I took her other breast in my hand and squeezed delicately, toying with her nipple between my fingers, a tender mix of lightly pinching and pulling which sent a shudder through her. Her chest was flush, and I could feel the pure heat emanating from her.

"Oh, God," I heard her cry out hoarsely, which only made me continue more enthusiastically. The faint scent of her sex drifted to my nose, and I knew she wouldn't stand for me teasing her much longer. I felt as if I was going to explode. She looked at me, her breath almost frantic now, the gleam in her eye brighter than ever before, the look on her face making it perfectly clear that there would be no turning back tonight, there would be no quitting, and she would not be fading away into the darkness. Both of us were now running on lust and sheer sexual instinct, and we couldn't stop if we wanted.

Tina pulled away and got to her feet. Still standing over me, she licked her lips suggestively, unbuttoned her shorts, and slid them down her trim legs. Without any further hesitation, I pressed my mouth to the soft cotton of her panties, taking in her scent completely, savoring the fragrance of the lust I had created in her. She uttered a soft whimper as I pressed my mouth to her firmly, rubbing the soft mound up and down with my lips until I didn't think she could take any more and her knees would buckle. 

With a gasp, she took my head in her hands to stop me. She took a long moment to regain her composure as I gazed up at her. My throbbing erection was threatening to burst through my pants, but I was determined to draw everything out as long as I could. I wanted her all night long, as long as I could have her, in as many ways and as many times as I could please her.

"This is torture," she said despite the sunny grin spreading across her lips.

"I don't hear you complaining."

She ran her fingers through my hair while she watched me lovingly. "Love, not to sound crude, but I've wanted to fuck you since the first day you came back."

I couldn't help but laugh a little. Being raunchy was obviously not something she did often, but hearing her talk like that was almost...sweet. 

"All things will come in good time, sweetheart. I promised you, didn't I? Anything you want."

"Hmmph," she grunted in mock impatience. Slipping her thumbs into the waistband, she slipped her panties down her slender legs with a sexy little wiggle of her hips. She kicked them away, bent over, and looking me dead in the eyes, slid her hands up her legs slowly, up her thighs, just barely brushing the small light tuft of blonde hair between her legs. At that very moment, she was like the world's hottest exotic dancer performing a private show just for me. It was a pleasantly surprising side of her I'd never imagined. 

I'd never seen anything any sexier in my life, and she knew she had me, as if she were daring me to come take her. She never took her glowing eyes away from mine.

"What do you think?" she asked breathlessly. "Can you be patient now?"

"I--I...that's, uh..." I managed to stutter, trying to make myself coherent. She bent over again and pressed a finger to my lips.

"Save it." She grabbed my shirt and pulled it up over my head, tossing it in the same general direction we'd been tossing all the clothes. A moment later, I felt her fingers slowly making their way up from my stomach to my chest, up my neck, across my jaw, then back down again. This time, they slid below my stomach to the waistline of my jeans, undid the button, and as I waited in anticipation for her to finally free me, she stopped.

"Tina?"

"Wine?"

"Huh?"

She smiled in amusement. "You're not even paying attention anymore, are you?"

"I was a little distracted, sorry. You were saying?"

"Wine," she said, "would you like some?"

"I forgot glasses." At the moment, it was probably the most inane thing that could have come out of my mouth, but I knew my brain wasn't working quite right, and she could tell. The look on her face told me she was going to toy with me as long as she possibly could.

"Glasses? Oh no." Tina grabbed the wine, uncorked it, and took a sip straight from the bottle. She lowered the bottle opening to my lips, but before I could take a sip, she pulled it away and stood straight over me again. "Glasses. You silly man," she said, slipping her hand behind my head and pulling me close to her thighs. My mouth watering, I watched as she tipped the bottle and began pouring wine her body starting at the curve of her breast. It trickled down following the curves of her body, and I pressed my lips to her inner thigh to catch the lightly sweet liquid in my mouth, the warming fluid spreading over my tongue.

I got to my knees and traced the stream of wine up her body. She lowered herself to her knees and I continued to lick the wine from the small rivulets running over her nipple.

"Is it good?" she asked.

"Best I've ever had."

"Well, then..." she said, her voice trailing off. She slowly lay back on the blanket and spread her legs just enough to give me a glimpse of the wet lips between her thighs. I crawled forward up her legs, placing gentle kisses on her inner thighs, my tongue tracing the rounded curve, slowly slipping upward. She inhaled deeply, allowing her thighs to move apart further, and I paused to take in her intoxicating scent.

A moment later, she released a breathless groan as I began to run my tongue along the contour of her lips, tasting her on my tongue. I was back in control again as I probed her gently, just letting my tongue barely part her for moments at a time before slipping away again. Her breathing was growing shallower, her cries growing more desperate, until finally my tongue slipped deeply into her warm, wet folds. Her taste spilled through my mouth like honey, and for the rest of my days I may never hear a more passionate cry like the one she released. 

I had kept her waiting for so long that I could almost immediately feel her muscles tense as her first orgasm rocked her body. She wrapped her lower legs around my back as if trying to pull me deeper into her. I kept moving my tongue up and down her, probing deep then pulling back, twisting in small circles as she writhed against me, her pelvis rolling gently against my mouth. A few more moments and the second orgasm swept over her, driving her to the brink. Her cries became frantic, then died down as she shuddered with pleasure.

I felt her pushing me back away from her, and when she had regained her calmness, she got to her knees again.

"Stand up," she ordered, and I could see in her eyes that there would be no more joking for the time being. I did as she said, and my heart quickened as she slipped my jeans off, boxers and all, finally freeing me. The relief of freeing my constantly pulsing erection would have been enough, but almost immediately, she wrapped her hand firmly around me and tickled the tip of my head with her tongue.

I thought she would continue to tease me relentlessly, to turn the tables, and I had prepared myself, but without warning, she sucked me straight into her hot mouth, the sensation surging up my spine and threatening to knock me straight on my back. I couldn't help but let out a cry of pleasure as she pumped back and forth over me, almost to the very base, as if she were trying to suck the life out of me. I could feel my entire body tense, and I knew I had to stop her before she finished me. It wasn't the way I wanted it to happen, not in her mouth, I wanted to be inside her.




At The End Of The Road



I placed my hands on her head, carefully pulling her away from me, and the look she gave me was one of disappointment. She defiantly slipped her tongue along the length of my shaft, then gazed up at me again. I dropped to my knees before her, barely able to hold myself up after she nearly sucked me dry.

"So," she said with a sassy tone, "how patient are you now?"

"I need you."

She smiled triumphantly. Without another word, she lay back again, wrapping her legs around me, lifting her hips off the floor, inviting me in. I pressed close to her, close enough to feel the heat pulsing between her legs, and reached down with one hand to guide myself to her wet opening. She groaned with delight as I slid the tip of my erection up and down her moist slit, teasing her as she rolled her hips against me.

I watched her smile, her eyes shut, her body twisting slightly. She was beautiful, and I knew I couldn't wait any longer. I pressed forward into her slowly, gently, trying to feel every inch of her. She inhaled deeply, then exhaled in a breathy sigh. It was like sliding into the most exquisite silk, and my entire body tensed as I penetrated her as deeply as possible. 

"Please, please, please," I heard her whisper as she bit her bottom lip. I began a slow pumping in and out of her, and the louder her cries grew, the faster and harder I went until I was thrusting into her at almost a frantic pace. She called out to me over and over, her hips bucking off the floor against me. A few moments later, she released a primal groan, and I could feel her muscles clenching around my cock, her thighs squeezing around my waist in an orgasm that seemed to last forever.

As she finally relaxed, she reached her arms around my neck and pulled herself up off the floor without ever breaking our connection. She pressed close, looking me straight in the eye as she continued riding me, grinding her pelvis against mine. Her fingers snaked into my hair, and she guided my head to her breast, which I suckled ravenously. She held me tightly, cried out, and again I could feel the wave sweep through her body, and I was no longer sure how much longer I could last.

"Lie back," she whispered in my ear, and I had no choice but to obey. For the first time, she slipped off me, and I suddenly felt very cold and exposed. I lay down on my back, and Tina squatted over me. She reached a hand below her and wrapped it around my erection, guiding me back into her. She positioned me just barely inside her, then lowered herself down to fully engulf me, slid back up, then down again. The muscles in her legs flexed and she went faster, the muscles inside her flexing around me, her juices flowing down onto me.

She pumped me quicker and quicker until I could finally feel the release coming. I let out a cry, and Tina rode harder.

"Inside me, love, come inside me, please" she groaned as she threw her head back, her own orgasm making her shudder. I felt my stomach grow taut, and then the release surged through me, making my head spin out of control. I felt the hot liquid spurt into her over and over until I thought I would pass out. When it was over, she collapsed onto my chest, both of us breathing as if we'd run a marathon.

In my entire life, I couldn't remember ever feeling so relaxed, so at peace. Tina laid her head on my chest so she could listen to my heart beat, and I ran my fingers through her blonde hair, enjoying the sensation of her breathing beside me. We stayed that way for what could have been an hour, but what felt like five minutes to the two of us.

We were in love, and for a little while, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.

* * *

At some ungodly hour in the morning, before it started storming again, Tina and I ran back to the house covered in a blanket. We hadn't bothered to put clothes back on; it seemed like a futile activity, since we'd just have to peel them all off again. Tina only made me run back to the barn once to extinguish the lantern so we wouldn't burn the place down.

Comfortable in her bed, Tina and I barely slept the rest of the night. We wasted away the hours talking about anything and everything, lying there in each other's arms, and just enjoying being so close to each other. We spent time in between making love, having sex, fucking, sometimes all three at once, in every position imaginable, each of us trying to make it a night the other would never forget.

After what could have been the fifth time, we laid back, breathing heavily, bathed in sweat.

"God almighty," I said breathlessly. 

Tina turned to me and beamed. "This is the most wonderful night I've ever had."

"You too, huh?"

She threw her arm over me and kissed me sloppily on the cheek. We both breathed a sigh of satisfaction, and were quiet for a moment.

"Tina?"

"Hmm?"

"I need to ask you something."

She froze for a moment. "Why do I not want to know what?"

"It's just...I need to know. I need to know what it is. This has been the most amazing night of my life, and I need to know why when tomorrow comes, you won't be mine anymore."

She released a sad sigh, and looked at me, her fingers absently trailing across my chest.

"You hate Brett," she said, "because you think he feels like I owe him. It's kind of true, I do owe him, but for more than just helping me save this place."

"What was it?"

She seemed hesitant to continue, but did so anyway. "After my suicide attempt, I had a problem with alcohol. I met Brett at one of our meetings, and he was my sponsor. When I got better, the roles reversed, he slipped and I became his sponsor. He helped me through my most terrible time, and now I'm helping him through his. He can be an asshole, I know, and I'm not making excuses for that, but he needs me. And in a way, I need him, too."

I sat silently, trying to take it all in, trying to figure out if I should be hurt or understanding. "So, last night..."

"Last night...he has good days and bad days." She was quiet for a long moment, staring off into the darkness. "His little sister was killed in a car accident six months ago. She was thirteen. It's been bad ever since."

It all fell into place, and a pang of guilt racked my brain. Brett wasn't just a drunk asshole, he was an alcoholic trying to kill the pain. I couldn't forgive him for the things he said, but I could finally understand why he was the way he was.

"I'm sorry, Tina."

"For what?"

"For all this," I answered, "for coming into your life and screwing everything up."

Her head dropped slightly and she looked up at me with her serious green eyes. "Don't ever say that," she said soberly, "I wouldn't have given this night up for anything, I wouldn't have given the last month up for anything. I love you so much, I just wish things were different."

"Me too."

* * *

My sleep was fitful, my mind knowing that although Tina was there in my arms, things might be different the next day. Or the day after, or the day after that, but I knew deep down Tina would never really be mine, and that eventually, I would have to let her go.

But not tonight. I held her closer, feeling her warm breath against my chest. My dreams came on and off, and I was vaguely aware that the storm had rolled back in, the sound of distant thunder barely audible through the cloud of unconsciousness.

I remember the crack of thunder, a flash, then another crack, but I paid little attention.

I woke with a start, jarred out of my sleep by a dream I couldn't remember. I looked beside me and Tina was still there, curled up, fast asleep, her face bathed in a flickering orange light I couldn't quite place. As I looked around, I could see the entire room was lit by the same faint orange glow.

My heart stop when I glanced out the window.

"Oh my God," I uttered, quickly jumping to my feet to pull some clothes on. "Oh my God, Tina, wake up, the barn."

I hoped it was part of my dream, but when I ran outside, I knew it wasn't. The barn was ablaze in a curtain of flames that threatened to quickly engulf the entire structure. I had no idea how long it had been burning, but I could already see that it was too far along to save.

"No, no, oh no," I heard a quiet voice whisper tearfully behind me. Tina stood in shock, unblinking, tears running down her face as she stared at the blaze.

"Oh God, Tina, the horses."

"It's okay," she managed to say, "they're all out. They're all safe...the barn...I can't believe it's gone."

I held her as she quietly watched her barn burning to the ground.

* * *

We never called the fire department. Knowing there was nothing we could do and that the rest of the farm was safe, we decided not to waste their time. Tina and I sat until the break of daylight watching the final embers burn away into nothing. She was extremely downhearted, having lost a piece of the history of her farm, and I had no idea how to help her.

Tommy came early that morning and immediately swept his sister into his arms, the two of them crying together as they stood before the pile of smoldering ashes. I sat quietly, watching them, letting them mourn.

As it turned out, a bolt of lightning had hit one of the dead trees by the barn. The tree caught on fire, then fell onto the barn. It was a freak accident.

Later in the morning, Tommy came a sat down next to me. I patted him on the shoulder.

"Sorry, buddy."

"Ah, you know," Tommy said wearily, "accidents happen, I guess. It's hard but...I'm just worried about Tina."

"Me too." I watched her linger by what was once the barn, seemingly lost in thought. "I think she'll be okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. No, I know she'll be okay." And as if to punctuate my thought, Tina stoically walked over to us, chin up as I was used to seeing her.

"Okay," she said, "we'll build a new one."

Tommy and I looked at her in amazement. "We'll what?" Tommy asked.

A smile spread on her face, a hopeful kind of smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing. "We're going to build a new barn. Build it by hand, just like the first one. Only better."

"Can you afford it?"

"Of course I can."

I smiled at her, seeing the gleam back in her eyes again. It amazed me how strong she was. She turned to me. Grabbing me by the hands, she looked into my eyes. "Will you stay? Will you help me?"

"There's nothing I'd rather do." Her smile dazzled me, and her kiss made my toes curl. Behind us, I could hear Tommy clear his throat.

"I'd love to hang around for the sloppy kisses," Tommy said, "but I've got a barn to build."

* * *

The plan was set that very morning, and Tina was going to charge in headfirst. She'd had enough moping, and she wasn't going to dwell in the past, she was going to make her own. By nine in the morning, she was already on the phone with an associate to draw up a plan for the new barn. She was rolling, and I couldn't have been more impressed by her.

Right from the start, Tommy and I were set to clear away the debris from the barn, which we figured we could finish in a couple of days. I ran out to my car to grab a pair of gloves, but when the black pickup truck pulled into the driveway, I could feel my world crashing around me again.

When Brett stepped out, my heart was pounding in my chest until I saw him. He looked exhausted, and seemed to have aged ten years since I saw him the night before. There was nothing confrontational in his eyes as he approached me, and he came towards me cautiously as if I was going to hit him again. 

I found myself barely able to even look at him, and I turned to my car as he approached. If I looked at him, I might feel the need to say something inappropriate. Just because I felt sorry for him didn't mean I had to like him.

"We need to talk," Brett said quietly.

"About what?"

"Tina."

I gave him a sideways glance. "What about her?"

He cleared his throat and took a breath. "Do you love her?"

"Yes, I do. We, uh...we spent the night together last night." There was no hesitation; it was the truth, I had to tell him.

"Yeah, I don't blame you," he said, his eyes full of pain. I watched him carefully, but none of the fight I saw in him the night before seemed to be there. "She's a beautiful person...most beautiful person I ever met. I never realized how much I loved her I lost her. Funny how things work like that."

I nodded silently. I understood completely how he felt.

"I do love her," I said quietly, gazing down at my feet, "I love her with all my heart. I love her enough to know that I have to let her go."

Brett gave me a mildly surprised look. "What do I do?" he said.

"What do you do? You love her with all your heart. You have to be willing to give up everything for her, to dedicate your life to her, to listen her and understand her. You have to love her the way she loves you. And she does love you, Brett." It made my heart ache to say it, but I knew it was true. I'd known from the start.

"I can do that."

"Good. Then there's one more thing you have to do."

* * *

I walked slowly toward the ground where the barn once stood. Tommy and Tina were there, surveying the area, Tina telling her brother about her future design ideas. As soon as she saw me, Tina ran up to me.

"Look, sweetie, I think if we--"

"Tina, I have to go," I interrupted before she could get any further. The look on her face was one of utter shock, but when she looked over my shoulder and saw Brett standing back by the house, it turned into one of understanding. She looked past me at Brett for a long time, then began walking towards him.

"What are you talking about," Tommy said, "we need you to help us, man."

"I've got a guy whose going to help you." I turned and glanced at Brett. Tina had already made her way over to him. They spoke quietly; about what, I don't know. Brett appeared to be crying, and Tina slowly reached up and put her arms around his neck. I turned away as she held him.

"You're kidding," Tommy said, "you're really doing this?"

"It's what's right." I held out my hand to him. "Good luck, Tom."

He shook it in acceptance. "Good luck to you. Come back any time, okay?"

"Yeah."

I turned and made my way back past the house to the driveway, not looking back for Tina or Brett. It amazed me how tired both my body and my mind were. It was the irony that got to me. I'd just spent the last two years trying to stay on the outside of the lives of everyone I met, trying to be an audience on the sideline. Then, in a single day, a day I'd never forget, the day I came back to that place, I got caught dead in the middle.

The truth is, I wasn't sad as I left. Okay, that's not really the truth, I was sad when I left that place, but I wasn't devastated. I was aware of how difficult life was, aware of how difficult the choices often were, but I wasn't so afraid of making them anymore.

I'd like to say it was that easy to leave, but it wasn't. Just as I was getting into my car, Tina ran down the driveway, her eyes full of tears. I walked towards her, and she threw herself at me, wrapped her arms around my neck as if she weren't going to let go. I held her while she cried softly on my shoulder, wanting so badly to cry myself, but wanting more to stay strong for her.

After a few minutes, she pulled back and looked me in the eyes.

"I wish you didn't have to go," she said sadly.

"Me too."

"I'll always wish things had been different."

I looked up the hill, where I could see Brett helping Tommy carry away some of the debris.

"Not always," I said. "Just don't forget about me, okay?"

And we kissed, our final kiss, so warm and loving I can still feel it on my lips when I think about it.

"I'll never forget."

Then she let go and walked away without turning back.



At The End of What Comes Next



People ask me how I came to be apart of The Network's family. It's a long story that shocks a lot of people. They ask me if I miss my friends and family, but The Network are my friends and my family too. They ask how I can trust them after the way I met them, but they're just don't understand, they don't see the people like I do, they see a bunch of freaks in masks. I'll tell you my story, maybe you'll see what the others don't.

That night started out like so many others, walking home from work. My route takes me through some pretty dodgy areas of the city, but it's quicker than waiting for the bus, and besides, I love this place, it's my home away from home. I always had the mentality that no-one would bother me anyway. Who would want to rape some dumpy, pale English girl, when you could have a gorgeous L.A model with legs up to her armpits?

That night though, I had the feeling that someone was following me... not that I could see anyone or even hear them, but that feeling, I couldn't shake it. It was like I had a spider crawling up my arm, only to slap it away to find nothing there. But the itch was still there, the thought that it was climbing higher, the tickle of legs that weren't there. The cold feeling of dread crept up on me as I quickened my pace. I was certain if I stopped or slowed down, I would be done for. Left in a ditch to rot, hacked to pieces by some knife welding maniac, because it happens y'know? You see it on the news every other day. My paranoia made me shiver to my very core.

Streets and roads passed by in a blur. My street was approaching fast now, I'd nearly beaten my unknown terror. Then I remembered the alley. The dimly lit stretch of pavement that lead me to my door. I've always hated that alley, even in broad daylight it was nerve-wrecking enough. At night, it's perfect for the shady characters of the city to gather and go about their business. Hookers, junkies and dealers are given just enough privacy from the road, thanks to the curve in the middle of it.

As I approached it, I was surprised to see it empty. In hindsight, that should have been enough to warn me off, but when you're scared, you do strange things, make silly mistakes. I rushed down the alley, not even thinking about what could be lurking down there. I could feel my heart thumping away, the pressure in my head was deafening me, the stench of rotten garbage making me gag. As I reached my door, I dug into my bag for my keys in a panic, knowing that whatever was chasing me would be on top of me in a matter of seconds. My fingers brushed against the cold metal as I grabbed them. Pulling them out of my bag, I fumbled and dropped them, cursing loudly. There was a rustling behind me. I knew then that I wasn't just paranoid. I froze, rooted to the spot. I could smell him behind me, an expensive men's aftershave, exotic, intoxicating. I felt him brush up behind me. He hesitated for a few seconds, probably waiting for me to fight back, then grabbed for me. A callused hand smashed down over my mouth, squashing my nose. 

I could taste cigarettes and alcohol on his fingers. His other arm found it's way around my body, managing to hold both my arms in place, making it impossible for me to fight back even if I had been able to. He was breathing heavily onto the back of my neck, his hot breath only adding to my chills. He whispered hoarsely into my ear "Don't scream, don't scream and you won't get hurt". I managed to nod meekly, and seemingly satisfied with my response, he removed his hand from my mouth. Giving me only a moment to recover my composure slightly, he forced me against the wall. Using his weight to keep me in place, he grabbed my wrists and forced them behind my back. The rough brick work scraped against my face as my tears began to fall silently. He secured my hands using a cable tie, then pulled me back and to the floor. 

Through my watery vision, I saw my captor for the first time. Looking up to his head, I saw his features were hidden by a mask, the kind that you see wrestlers wear on TV. It cut away at the mouth, revealing a strong jaw and pink lips. His body was stocky, with strong, muscular arms and toned legs, covered up with dark clothing. A bit of a middle-age spread made me realize that this was an older man. I was struck by how nervous he was, like this was the first time he'd done this. He was too busy fiddling with his mobile phone to notice me watching him."Fink...it's me. I've got her... she's conscious... no, she's pretty compliant... do I have to? She's...ok, ok...I'll do it, just get here and pick me up..."He finished his call and looked down at me. "So, Shell" I flinched. How did he know my name? "I'm sorry to do this to you, but my boss thinks it'll be easier if you're unconscious" He reached into his back pocket and brought out a brown bottle and a cloth. I started to panic again, having seen enough crime shows to work out that he was dabbing enough chloroform on the cloth to knock me out. 

"Please... no...no...don't do this! I'll do whatever you want!" finally finding my voice.

"I'm sorry, I have to." He lent forward and kissed my lips softly. My heart was thumping in my chest. That didn't concern me as much as the throbbing in a more intimate area. This man was kidnapping me, there was at least one other person involved, this "Fink" he'd spoken to, why was I so turned on? "Sweet dreams" he whispered, bringing the cloth up to my mouth. I held my breath until I couldn't take the burning sensation in my lungs anymore, and took a deep breath in. The sweet-smelling vapours got to work immediately. The world became dark as I lost the fight to stay awake. The last thing I remember is hearing a vehicle pull into the alley.

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Coming to, my senses were screaming. There was a thumping in my head which felt like a boxer having a title fight against my skull, the ringing in my ears only added to the effect. The air was thick with cigarette smoke that made my mouth dry. My vision was too blurred to see my new environment, but the sensation of being watched was back. There was voices too, but I was still too dazed to make out the conversation. It wasn't until I tried to move that I felt the physical pain the anaesthetic was still hiding from me. My arms were still behind me, still bound by a cable tie. My squeal of discomfort alerted my captors to my now awake state. Blinking, my vision cleared enough to see the men before me. One was dressed in a yellow shiny, too-tight suit with what seemed to be a matching mask , the other was in a brown overcoat. His face was covered in bandages, like he'd been in a severe fire. Perched on the top of his head was a brown hat. As he approached me, I got a whiff of sauerkraut.

"She's awake then" he sneered, "you better go tell the boss." His accomplice nodded and hurried out the door. Turning to me, he roughly grabbed my face and pulled it close to his. "Now, you'd better be a good little girl when the boss gets here, otherwise your pretty ass will be mine!"

"Now, now, Van Gough, that's no way to welcome our newest guest." My tormentor backed away, startled.

"Svengali! I.. I.. was just telling her the pecking order here..." Van Gough sounded panicked. The newcomer looked less than impressed.

"Cut her free Van, then get out of here." Van released me from my bondage and slunk out of the room. The muscles in my arms screamed back into life as Svengali approached me. He offered me his hand and pulled me to my feet. "My name is Dr. Svengali, although most do away with the formalities of my title." He offered me his hand again "You, I believe, are Shell, yes?"I was taken aback by another person knowing my name. Just how long had they been watching me anyway? "You have a lot of questions, I'd imagine. Let's take a walk to your new accommodation."

Leading me out of the room, I finally got a good look at Svengali. Impossibly tall with a mop of thick black hair, his handsome features accentuated by a silver ring through one nostril. His arms were heavily tattooed, each piece of artwork obviously having a lot of meaning to it's canvas. His slender frame led down to his long legs, which where making it difficult to keep up with him. His accent was Eastern European, although I was having a hard time pin pointing the country it belonged to.

"This building belongs to The Network. The Network are managed by me, although I am not in charge of them. Fink and his good lady are in control of them. You'll meet them soon enough." I was struggling to keep up with what he was saying and where he was taking me. Doors and hallways passed us by as he led me around the seemingly enormous building. Finally coming to a stop at a walnut door, he pressed a key into my palm. "I hope you enjoy yourself here, and if you need anything, just ask. I'll be around." With that, he walked away, turning into yet another hallway. I looked the the key he had given me, it was attached to a long silver chain with a clasp at either end. "A necklace?" I thought with a smile "Why not." I opened the door with the key, then closed the clasp around my neck. The key buried its self down the front of my top, coming to a rest between my boobs.

Closing the door, I surveyed my new surroundings. The room was nothing special, dark but cosy. A double bed took up the majority of the space on one wall, the covers pristine white. A small wooden mirrored dressing table and matching wardrobe sat on the left, with a door leading to a en-suite. A small but fully functional kitchenette area was to the right of the bed. Moving further in, I noticed a note on the mirror of the dressing table.

"Dear Shell,

You are to shower, dress and prepare yourself to be presented before Fink and I. You will find suitable cosmetics in the bathroom, and appropriate clothing in the wardrobe. You are to be ready to be collected at 11pm.

See you soon,

T"

"T?" I thought out loud. "Must be Fink's 'good lady' Svengali was talking about" I looked to my watch, finding the face shattered. Behind the broken glass, I could see it read 10:00. Plenty of time to "prepare myself" as the note insisted.

Setting the note down, I entered the bathroom. Scanning the shelves, I saw what appeared to be the contents of my bathroom cabinets. All my favourite shampoos and conditioners, body washes and moisturisers right down to the hand soap sitting on the sink. More evidence that they had been watching me. Shrugging off the unsettling feeling, I stripped and got into the shower, letting the hot water pulse onto my bare back. As I carefully washed my long black hair, my thoughts turned the man who kidnapped me. His hands, his arms, his body, his voice, his breath... and there it was again. That heat, the throb, the longing to be touched. Why was my body betraying me like this? He kidnapped me, he knocked me out, doing god only knows what to me. He brought me to this place, leaving me in the care of a man smelling like a German delicacy, and there I was getting ready to be "presented" to the head honchos? And I'd been left alone? Why hadn't I escaped yet? Cursing my own stupidity, I quickly rinsed myself off and jumped out of the shower. I dressed and walked to the door. I pressed my ear to the door, listening for the slightest sound and hearing only silence, I opened it.

"Going somewhere?!" That growl. That smell. Van Gough. Crap. Before I could move, he grabbed me by the throat, choking the scream from me and slammed me against the wall, pinning me there. He reached over and closed the door, then focused his attentions on me. "I told you to behave yourself, didn't I?" He squeezed my neck further, cutting off my breath. I panicked and started to scratch at his arm, kicking my legs, anything to get him to release his grip. After what seemed like forever, he removed his hand from my windpipe, and in one swift move, let me fall to the floor. Laying in a crumpled heap, I prayed that he was done with me, but he had a point to prove. He grabbed me by my still-dripping hair and dragged me across the room until we were in front of the bed. "You're going to be sorry for trying to escape, bitch. Now kneel in front of me." The mask on this face hid his expression, but the menace in his voice was apparent enough for me to comply with his demand. He sat on the edge of the bed with his legs apart. I looked up, tears forming in my eyes in realization of what he expected from me. "Come on slut, you should know what I want." He reached down and palmed the growing bulge forming in his trousers.

"Please.. I wasn't... Honest, please don't..." My voice hitched and broke as fat tears rolled down my cheeks. He broke into a terrifying grin, the first time I'd seen the mask move. 

"Oh you weren't trying to escape, silly me. I'll just go and let you carry on about your business then." The sarcasm practically dripped from his voice. "Stupid slut, you thought I'd buy that?" He raise his hand and slapped me hard across the face. The force pushed me to the floor and I lay there, too stunned to even sob. My respite didn't last for long, as Van pulled me back into position by my hair. "I'm not playing around slut" He growled, undoing the zip on his trousers and pulling out his stiff cock. The head was an angry red colour and already shiny from his pre-cum. "Suck it. And if I feel teeth, you'll be eating all your meals through a straw."

"Please Van, I can't... I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I promise, but please, don't make me"I knew I was babbling, and I knew he was raising his hand to hit me again but I couldn't bring myself to put his...his dick in my mouth. He growled a final warning and started bringing his hand down. A rap at the door stopped him in mid air.

"Shell? Are you ready?" The voice on the other side sounded concerned. "I'm coming in..." The door opened and a man entered. I looked over to the door to see the stunned face of my kidnapper staring open mouthed at the scene before him. "What the fuck? Van, what the fuck are you doing?! Get out of here before I do something you'll regret!" Van Gogh spat at me, before making a run for it, past my kidnapper and out the door. He slammed the door and turned to look at me, sobbing with relief on the floor. Gathering me up in his strong arms, he settled me onto the bed and held me until my tears subsided. I finally looked up, and stared into a pair of baby blue eyes. I instantly felt safe, I knew that anything could happen but if he was near me, I'd be fine, protected. He smiled softly, then frowned at his watch. "We're going to be late... go fix your hair and face, I'll pick you an outfit" I nodded and hurried into the en-suite. I washed my face, brushed my hair and applied some concealer and foundation to tone down the redness on my cheek. I put on some eyeliner and mascara, finally feeling a little more attractive. He poked his head around the door and passed me some clothes and a pair of black satin peep toe heels. "Come on, get dressed, we've got five minutes!"I nodded as he closed the door. Looking at the clothes he'd given me, I saw that he'd even thought of underwear, a black lacy bra and matching thong. They fitted perfectly, the bra enhancing my naturally large cleavage. Picking up the next item, I un-folded it to see a beautiful black strapless dress, fitted at the top with a full skirt. I put it on and was excited to see that it too fitted me perfectly, like it was made to order. Slipping on the shoes to complete my outfit, I'd never felt so glamorous. I quickly fixed my hair, then walked into the bedroom. He was looking in the opposite direction, so I coughed quietly. He turned to me with a wide, easy grin. "Wow. I knew that dress would be perfect for you. You look amazing." I giggled and blushed.

"Thank you, I love it."

"We'd better be going." he smiled "As much as I'd like to keep you all to myself, you've got some important people to meet." He led me to the door and escorted me out.

We worked our way around the building in silence until we came to a large set of red double doors. He turned to me, taking me hand.

"Look, just do as they say and don't answer them back. Don't speak unless you're spoken to, either. You'll be fine, I'm sure." He then knocked twice on the door. A female voice called us in . He took the lead again, and we walked into the middle of a huge plushly decorated room. The décor was a lot of red and black, with loops of fabric draped round, cushions everywhere, and thousands of candles giving the room a beautiful amber glow. Compared to my room, the luxury was overwhelming. Sat in the middle on a huge sofa were a man and a woman. The man was short, wearing a shiny red suit with what appeared to be a tail and a black and white fabric mask, cut away at the eyes and mouth. The woman was around the same height as the man. She had long hair, mostly black with a large patch of green at the front. Her skin was pale, almost porcelain white, with defined eyes thanks to the heavily applied eyeliner. Her body was beautiful, curvaceous, clothed in a black beaded corset and a knee-length black pencil skirt with green jewellery, perfectly matching her hair. Black killer heels completed her outfit We stopped a few meters in front of the couple, standing completely still. They stared at us for a few minutes before the woman stood and walked over. She circled us, inspecting me in particular, then sat back down, whispering to the man. They conferred for a few minutes, then she turned back to us.

"Snoo, you've made an excellent choice. She's very pretty."

"Thank you Tessie, I'm glad you approve." The man next to me beamed with pride. I could only blush deep red. She started speaking again.

"Are you ready to initiate her?" I looked up at Snoo, confused. He looked nervous, but nodded. "Behind you is a table. There is a pair of handcuffs on the table. Restrain her wrists." Snoo turned to comply with her orders, I watched as he picked up the cuffs and brought them over to me. 

"Wait...what's happening?" My panic was rising thought of being restrained again. Tessie spoke up.

"Snoo is going to initiate you into the group."

"What? By handcuffing me?"

"No, by handcuffing you, then fucking you in whatever way we see fit. If you keep answering me back like this, you're going to end up fucking a lot more people than just Snoo here." I fell silent at that, eager to not have another run in with Van Gough in particular. Snoo took hold of my hands. I turned to him, looked straight into those beautiful eyes and nodded. He applied the cuffs without breaking my gaze. We both turned back to Tessie and Fink, awaiting our next instructions. Fink was whispering something in Tessie's ear. 

"Ohhh Fink, that's an excellent idea. Snoo, strip her to her underwear please." I opened my mouth to protest, but sensing that it could end badly for me, I quickly shut it. Snoo got to work, unzipping my dress, letting it fall to my feet, then helping me step out of it. He picked it up and threw it out of harms way. The next instruction came straight away. "Shell, climb up onto the table and kneel on all fours" Leaning on Snoo for support, I managed to get into position fairly easily, but felt terribly exposed in my thin lacy underwear. Having all eyes on me was exciting though, and I could feel the heat flowing through my body. Tessie murmured her and Fink's approval. "Wow, check out the boobs on her! And that ass! Snoo, it's time to punish her for opening her pretty little mouth without permission earlier. Connect the cuffs to the chain on the table, then spank her."

"Oh god" I thought, "He's gonna spank me? It's like they read my mind!" Although shy and quiet around most people, my previous few partners found out to their advantage that I get off quite easily on being spanked. The thought of Snoo spanking me was already making me tremble with anticipation. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't even notice Snoo position himself to the side of me and raise his hand. He brought it down sharply. I moaned softly, not wanting to give too much away too soon. His slaps to my round ass became quicker and growing in force until the whole of my ass was bright red. My moans were becoming louder and more obvious, but I was so in the moment that I had forgotten that anyone else was there until Tessie interrupted with the next instructions.