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A Rat's Chance Ch. 1

By: Miltone



Chapter 1: Take It From The Top

From the very first moment I saw her, I knew I had a rat's chance in hell of ever being with her. Given our situations, there was absolutely no reason to believe that we could become anything more than just friends. Yet there was something in the way she looked at me with her bright steely blue eyes, and the way she would look away when I returned her glance; and the way she would fiddle with her silky dark hair, twirling it between her fingers whenever my glance grew too long or too admiring; and her subtle smile that was never too broad, that would curl up her lips and create kissable dimples in each cheek, but was always graced with a flash of teeth and tongue; and the way her hip jutted out to the side when she stood beside me, her tanned legs and petite curvy body swaying, her pert breasts jiggling; they all gave me in some small measure, a glimmer of hope, and my heart and body and soul called out for her touch, her kiss, her love.

So why was she so impossible? Let's start with the fact that I'm twice her age, and a pretty average guy at that, not real rich, not real good-looking, while she's this rare simmering beauty. Then there is her ..., but wait! As I huddle now on the deck in the crisp air of fall, next to the warmth of the chiminera, scribbling down these crazy thoughts, I realize that I'm getting ahead of myself, for it really began early in the summer when my best buddy brought over his new girlfriend on a sleepy Sunday afternoon. I had just finished vacuuming my pool and was putting away the tools when I heard his familiar voice calling out and the doorbell ringing.

"Hey, Greg!" Jack called out. "You home, buddy?"

"Sure, coming!" I called out hustling up to the front door. Jack Wilson was standing on the porch beside a lovely young woman. "What's up?"

Jack's tanned, handsome face was spread with a great smile, and his dark blue eyes were smiling as well. The young woman beside him had a lovely smile, her clear, light-blue eyes twinkling as she shook her soft thick amber blonde hair back from her face and behind her narrow shoulders. 

"We were just in the neighborhood," Jack said, "And thought we'd pop in, if you don't mind."

"Not at all," I remarked swinging open the door.

Jack held the door open and stepped aside to let his lady go ahead of him. She was maybe mid five feet tall, with a heart shaped face and a heart shaped butt, with nice round breasts and a pair of long legs that her cutoff shorts showed off well. Knowing Jack as well as I do, she was certainly younger than he, but it was easy to tell that they were together and feeling every bit a part of the same whole. 

As Jack continued to hold the door open behind him, I saw a third unannounced member of their party step through the door and was instantly nailed to the floor. She was a short brunette with the most striking steely blue eyes I had ever seen. I've heard a lot of descriptions of beautiful women, walking wet dream, drop dead gorgeous, and you've probably heard them too. But this beautiful creature was the epitome of every one. I knew I was staring because she looked down and away shyly, her silky dark hair falling into her face. When she tilted her head back and ran her long slim fingers through her hair to brush it away, I was stunned again. For the moment that we stood looking at each other, it felt as if the world had stopped still. When she smiled sweetly, I could swear I heard bells ringing or fireworks shooting off. The pretty face, the gorgeous hair, the gentle curves of her body, but most of all, the amazing look in her eyes made my fingers tremble, my heartbeat race, and my mouth grow dumb.

"So, Greg," Jack began by placing his hand on the back of the blonde woman, "This is Kate."

"Oh, uh, nice to meet you," I said trying to recover. "Kate? That's nice."

"Hi, Greg," she said sweetly, with a big smile. "Nice to meet you. Jack's told me so much about you, I feel like I know you already. Oh, and this is my friend, Allie."

"Hi," said Allie in a quiet voice and with a dazzling smile that reached inside and pulled at me.

"Nice to meet you, Allie," I said after a brief pause as I struggled to keep my composure in the face of this absolutely stunning young woman. "Very nice indeed."

For another moment we all stood in the foyer looking and smiling and I forgot all sense of manners. All I could think of was this beautiful woman with the stunning blue eyes standing a foot or two away and the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. And the best part was that she seemed to be returning the look. Her mouth opened almost as if she were going to say something. Being the older worldly type, Jack glanced from one to the other and could see what was happening and cleared his throat.

"So, you got the pool open, Greg?" he asked loudly.

"Uh, yeah. It's open," I said returning to the real world. "Yeah, right. It's open. Well, what's wrong with my manners? Come on in, you guys. Can I get you something to drink?"

"I'd like to see the pool first," said Kate, edging toward the family room where the pool could be seen.

Allie and Jack followed behind and I brought up the rear. Jack made a pointing gesture toward Kate and I returned a thumb's up. She did look like his current type, a much younger, blue-eyed blonde, and very pretty. I pointed toward Allie, but he shrugged.


"It's just outside through the patio door," I called over to Kate, who was a few steps ahead of us.

We trooped out onto the deck and down to the pool.

"This is outstanding!" Kate remarked, turning back with a big smile. "Aren't you glad we got new suits?" she said to Allie, who nodded.

"We were shopping for bathing suits," Jack said softly with a nudge to my ribs.

"You dog!" I said, shoving him playfully. "And you didn't invite me!"

The girls had stepped over right to the edge of the pool. Kate had slipped a sandal off and was trying to toe the water.

"The water's 84 degrees if you're interested," I shouted over to her. "Just finished brushing and vacuuming."

"It looks so clear and inviting, I think I want to go in," Kate remarked. "How about you, Allie?"

"Sure," Allie replied. "That sounds like fun."

"How about you bud?" I asked Jack.

"Hey, man I don't have a suit," he said halfway protesting.

"Come on, man. I'll lend you some trunks or something."

"All right," he said relenting easily.

I led them back inside and showed the girls where to find the spare towels and the guestroom so they could change. Jack handed Kate the keys so that they could retrieve their new suits from his truck, and then he followed me upstairs to get his own. I fished around in a drawer and pulled out an old suit that would fit him since we're about the same size. I could tell he was bursting inside waiting to hear what I thought about his new young lady friend.

"So what do you think, man?"

I let out a soft wolf whistle. "She is beautiful. She's the one you met at work, right? Does she still work for you?"

"Well, yeah. Sort of," he said. "But I talked Hal into giving her some more responsibilities and having her report directly to him. That way we're just employees at the same company and he'll look the other way if word gets out."

"He doesn't know yet?"

"Nah, and I really don't want him to, at least for a while," Jack said, starting to change out of his clothes and into the borrowed trunks.

"Well, she is a real beauty," I said. "I guess she makes up for Nikki, eh?"

"Hey, don't get me started," he laughed. "How was I supposed to know that she'd go for a British punk with blue hair?"

"Well, this one looks like the jackpot!"

I picked out my own suit and went into the bath to change.

"So what's the deal with her friend, Allie?" I asked.

"Man, I knew you were going to ask," Jack answered quickly. "I wish I knew more about her. I know she just started working for Thompson Advertising and is assisting on our account. She and Kate really hit it off well and have started to hang around a lot. That's about all I know."

"Well, with my luck there's usually some Tom, Dick or Harry in the picture," I remarked.

"There is a Chad somewhere that she talks about, but I've never met him," Jack replied. "So what about that cute little one you were seeing, Gina or Tina or something?"

"We still see each other, but nothing serious anymore. I think she's caught the eye of an old boyfriend who's come back to town."

"You have the worst luck, man," Jack said with a laugh. "One day your dream will come true, buddy."

We were both dressed by now and had started to head back downstairs. I could hear the girls talking away in the guestroom downstairs.

"Just wait till you see the suit Kate bought," Jack remarked with his sly smile. "And the one Allie picked out is, well, you'll see!"

As we passed along the hall I could hear the sounds of the girls voices. It sounded like Kate's voice and Allie's laugh. Jack and I continued outside and checked out the pool. Of course a few leaves and crap had blown in so I grabbed the skimmer-net and started scooping out the junk. Jack stepped down into the pool on the steps so the water rose up to his knees. As I gathered up the last scoop of junk, I looked up to see the girls coming out through the patio door. Kate led the way dressed in a skimpy pale blue string bikini that showed off her luscious curves to perfection. 

But when Allie came out I was thunderstruck again. She had on a black bikini that was barely more than three tiny triangles of cloth held together by kite string. As they headed out to the lounge chairs on the deck to set down their towels and cover-ups, her breasts nearly fell out of her top. Not that they were so big, but a decent pair on a short, petite woman always looks bigger and her suit could barely keep them contained. She stood up and tried to adjust the suit, but I could tell it would be a difficult job and I would have to work on keeping my tongue in my mouth.

Kate hustled right down to join Jack on the steps. With a couple of playful shoves they ended up falling together into the water with a big hearty laugh. I put the skimmer back and went to join Allie up on the deck. She looked as if she wasn't sure whether to have a seat or go for a swim.

"Are you up for a swim?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said. "Now that I think about it, I wasn't really thinking about swimming when I bought this suit."

"Well it looks outstanding on you," I said, hoping a compliment would help. "Actually, I meant that you look terrific in it."

"I know what you mean," she smiled. "Thanks."

"Can I get you something to drink?" I offered. "Beer, wine, whiskey, soda, whatever's your pleasure."

"Sure, whatever sounds fine," she answered, showing off her wonderful smile again.

"I've been told that I whip up a pretty nice pina colada. Interested?"

"Sure," she replied.

I looked off to the pool and was going to ask if Jack and Kate wanted something, but they seemed to be occupied with a friendly little game of dunk and dive. Jack had dunked Kate, who was rising up from the water, grabbing for an arm or leg to flip him.

"Be right back," I said and quickly went off to do my thing in the kitchen. Luckily I had everything ready and within a couple of minutes had returned carrying a tray with tall glasses, slices of lime, and a tall sweating pitcher of colada. Allie had moved down to sit at the top of the pool steps, her feet splashing in the water. With the light and shadows being what they were, from the rear, it looked as if she were naked since the back and strings of her suit were so small. Even so, there were no tan lines showing, which only made my mind race faster. I set up and poured a couple of glasses and brought them over to sit beside her, careful not to get too close.

"Thanks," she said as I handed her a glass. She brought the straw up to rest in her pouty little mouth and took a sip. "Mmm, this is good!"

I nodded modestly and tried to keep my eyes focused on her face, but they betrayed me by lowering down to check out her beautiful breasts nestled in the tiny bikini top. Self-consciously she fiddled with the suit, but no matter how hard she tried, the suit could cover only so much of her luscious body. I immediately raised my eyes back to hers, only to see her sparkling blue eyes look down and away shyly.

"Forgive me for staring," I remarked, "But that is some kind of suit, Allie!"

"I know," she replied with another disarming smile. "I bought it for a trip I'm taking in a couple of weeks."

Although she spoke wonderful English, there was something about her accent that I couldn't place. It sounded eastern European of some sort, perhaps Russian or Ukrainian or Slovakian.

"You have the cutest accent," I commented. "Where'd you get it from?"

"I'm from Russia," she answered. "A little town south of Minsk that you probably never heard of."

"That's what I thought!" I replied. "Say, that's not far from where my mother's family came from. They're Lithuanian, but don't ask me exactly where."

"You have a nice place here, Greg," she said looking around the yard. "Have you lived here long?"

"A couple of years."

"By yourself?" she asked, taking another seductive sip through the straw.

"And I sort of like it that way. I discovered after my divorce that I like being on my own a lot."

She looked over at me flashing her great eyes and smiled.

"So what's up?" called Jack as he stepped up from the pool.

"Greg here makes the best pina coladas," Allie said taking her last sip.

"I want one!" Kate said as she joined us.

Jack and Kate quickly dried off and we adjourned back to the deck. I poured a round for the group and we spent the next hour drinking coladas and getting to know one another. It was obvious to me how Kate and Jack felt about each other by the way they touched and talked. I hadn't seen him so happy in years, perhaps since the best years of his marriage. And she was very much in love with him, a fact easily seen by the way she looked at him, listened to him, and played around with him.

As for Allie, I was mesmerized. I kept thinking of the old show tune, "Bewitched, Bothered, And Bewildered." I tried to act the part of the perfect host, making sure that my guests were taken care of, but I'm sure that she noticed the extra amount of consideration I extended toward her. As the afternoon edged toward evening, we all had relaxed (although the rum may have had something to do with that) and I found myself chatting with her like old friends. Like me, she loved to laugh, she loved jazz, and she thought that the recent Van Gogh portrait exhibit was the best thing she had seen in years. And when I admitted that "Waiting For Guffman" was my favorite movie in recent years, she began to laugh.

"I don't believe this, sweetie," she said to Kate. "What was I telling you last night?"

"That 'Waiting For Guffman' was your favorite movie," Kate said with a similar laugh. "I told you they'd get along," she said to Jack, giving him a nudge with her hand.

"So would you folks like to stay for dinner?" I asked looking at my watch.

The look passed from one to the other to the next and back again. "We didn't really have any plans, did we?" Jack said.

"I'm pretty easy," Kate said. "How about you, Allie?"

"I don't need to be home till late tonight," Allie replied.

"Well, great!" I remarked. It was always more fun to cook for others than for just myself. "What's your pleasure?"

"Greg is known as the Grill Meister!" Jack proclaimed. "He can do stuff with a hibachi that would make Emeril jealous!"

"You know, Hiller's had a sale on beef tenderloin yesterday," I remarked. "Are you guys up for filets and sweet corn?"

"Sounds great!" Jack replied when Kate nodded emphatically.

Excusing my self to the kitchen to get started, I couldn't help but overhear my guests talking on the deck through the kitchen window.

"So what do you think?" Kate asked.

"I think he's kind of cute," I heard Allie reply. "He's tall and distinguished and seems so secure about himself."

"Take it easy on him cause he hadn't been around much since the Big D, if you know what I mean," Jack remarked.

"He's a charming host," Allie added.

"Well, duh," Kate said kiddingly. "Charming? I saw all that 'How is your drink?' and 'Can I get you anything else' business."

"What's wrong with that?" Jack said. "Greg's a gentleman. You won't find many like him around."

"I know," Allie replied. "That's part of the charm."

I felt my cheeks get flushed as I eavesdropped so I started making some noise to block out the sound of their voices. I laid out the tenderloin and sliced some nice thick filets. As I rinsed the vegetables to make a salad I heard a stirring and looked up to see Allie moving in beside me.

"Need any help?" she asked sweetly, leaning on the counter, her slender legs crossing slightly.

She smiled when I couldn't resist giving her another up and down look. I was sure that my eyes lingered a bit on the curves of her breasts and hips barely covered by the tiny bikini. Hardly self-conscious, her hip jutted out and her hand rached up to finger her long dark silky hair

"Well, I think I've got everything under control," I replied looking back to where I was working. "But if you'd like to chop some more stuff for a salad, I can get the marinade going for the filets."

"Sure," she said pitching right in.

Through the kitchen window, we could both see Kate and Jack move back down toward the pool. The shadows were growing longer and the two lovebirds appeared to be taking advantage of the late afternoon sun. Jack dove in and surfaced right near the steps. Kate proceeded slowly down the steps toward him, her body swaying, and her head tilting to the side. I could tell by the look on Jack's face that he really liked what he saw. As she surrendered herself to the water, and dove toward him, he dove down as well and in a moment they emerged wrapped in each other's arms.

"Isn't that sweet?" Allie said softly. "They are so nice together."

"Yeah," I replied. "I haven't seen Jack this happy in a long time. I'm glad for him."

Allie looked over at me and smiled. "So what about you? Are you happy?"

"Happy? Me? Like everybody else, I'm still looking for it," I said. "Been looking for a long while. Thought I had found it once, but I was only kidding myself."

"I know what you mean," she said. "It's like things just never turn out the way you want."

"I hear you," I replied. "Once I gave up looking for happiness, then good things just started happening to me, so I just take life as it comes along. A lot fewer disappointments that way."

"The way I see it, where you've been and what you've done to this point doesn't matter much to me," she said. "I'm more interested in where you're at right now and what you're doing tomorrow."

"You're right," I said turning back to the steaks. "It's the here and now that counts most of all."

As we worked to make ready the meal, our hips bumped together. More of a brushing together really, but I caught myself looking over at her more than once and thinking about how nice it was to work together side by side. At one point, she looked up from what she was doing with a wonderful look on her face; her lips were curled into a warm smile but there were questions in her eyes. I just shook my head and turned away, but then a minute later there we were again checking each other out. It didn't take much to get our little dinner together with Allie helping out. The four of us pigged out on filets, steamed corn, baked spuds and a salad. Maybe it wasn't the most heart-smart menu, but all enjoyed it, and when finished, we all pushed back from the table.

"Oh, this was great!" Kate remarked, patting her rounded little belly.


A Rat's Chance Ch. 1



"I feel like a stuffed pig!" Jack added.

"I couldn't eat another thing," Allie said, and as she patted her belly the cutest little burp erupted from her. She put her hand to her mouth as we all laughed. "Excuse me!"

"I'll take that as a compliment," I said with a laugh. For a moment as she dropped her hand from her mouth I thought Allie was going to say something to me, but instead she just smiled, an open faced, happy smile. I prayed that it was me who had caused the smile, but knew better than giving that idea a second thought. "So it looks like it's going to be a nice evening," I remarked. "Who's up for a little spin?"

"I think the fresh air would do us all good," Jack responded. "What're you thinking?"

"I'm thinking it's Packard time!" I stated loudly.

"Packard time?" Kate said.

"Yeah, Greg's got a couple of old cars," Jack replied.

"I didn't see any on the way in," Allie said. "Where do you keep them?"

"In the garage. Tell you what, why don't we get this mess cleaned up and get changed and I'll take you all out for ice cream."

So we did and I led them out to the garage, stepping inside and flipping on the light. "This one here is a 1949 Convertible Coupe," I said pointing out the turquoise Packard with the red leather interior, "And this is a 1941 60 Special," pointing to the big black Cadillac. "I've got a 54 Caddy convertible over in storage."

"This one looks like an upside down bathtub," Allie remarked with a chuckle pointing to the Packard.

"Well, as a matter of fact, they are often referred to as bathtub Packards," I remarked. "But it's a fine car. Great on the road."

"Wow, this is really neat," Kate said, running her fingers over the chrome strip that ran along the rear fender.

"Greg is really into this, big time," Jack replied.

"I don't know about that," I said modestly. "There are a lot of big shooters out there who make me look like a piker."

I opened the door and held it so they could climb into the Packard, Kate and Jack in back and Allie up front.

"This is really neat," Kate exclaimed. "It's so fifties!"

I went around and slipped behind the wheel and backed out. Since it was such a balmy summer evening, I drove out away from the city and suburbs, into the country where the air was light and fresh. There was something so special about nights like this, with the warm air, the seductive breeze, and the blanket of stars above. The smell of the trees, the feel of the breeze, the light of the stars, delighted all four of us. There was only one thing left to top the evening off.

"So who's up for ice cream?" I asked. "There's an old fashioned place up ahead I think you'd like."

"There's always room for ice cream," Kate remarked.

"I thought that was jell-o," Jack replied.

"That sounds great," Allie said.

The place was crowded when we pulled up, but we managed to find a decent parking spot. Many of the patrons stopped by to check out the Packard, and I spent several minutes answering questions. Later, as we sat around the table, I was floored by the way Allie and Kate lapped at their cones. I got a kick out of Jacks expression as well as he watched his new little lady friend lick and suck on her cone in a very sensuous and teasing way. I was biting my own lip too watching as Allie flicked out her delicate pink tongue and took each little morsel of custard into her mouth. When I looked over and saw a drop at the corner of her mouth, I gestured to my own face. She noticed and her tongue darted out to lick it away in a very slow sensuous fashion. Our eyes met and held for a minute, and it wasn't until Jack said something that we looked away.

It was getting on into the evening when we drove back to my place. The warm evening air passed over us so wonderfully. Kate and Jack were close beside each other in the backseat as we drove, their hands intertwined, their lips making light passes on each others cheek and lips. Allie reclined leisurely on the wide red leather seat beside me, her dark hair was brushed back away from her face, trailing behind her so soft and lovely. I knew she could see the little peaks I was sneaking by the way she'd glance over and smile appreciatively.

"What time is it getting to be?" Kate asked as we pulled up in my drive.

"Ten after eight," Jack replied checking his Rolex.

"Oh, my God!" Allie said, exchanging looks with Kate. "I didn't think it was that late."

"We'd better get going, Sweetie," Kate said to Jack.

They retrieved their stuff from the house and paused on their way down the drive to Jack's car. I leaned up against the passenger door of the Packard.

"It was nice getting to know you, Greg," Kate said, arm in arm with Jack.

"Glad you enjoyed yourself," I replied. "Drop by anytime."

"We're still on for racquet ball Wednesday night?" Jack said reaching out to shake hands.

"You bet. Maybe I'll let you win for a change."

He laughed and they started down to his car. Allie went to follow but paused for a moment.

"I really enjoyed meeting you today, Allie," I said.

"Same here," she said flashing that terrific dazzling smile of hers. 

"You can stop by anytime you want."

"Thanks," she said, "I just may take you up on that."

She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I watched as she scurried down to join the others climbing up into Jack's rig. The redolent scent of summer and my one last glimpse of this lovely young woman was playing with my mind, but I couldn't object. Something told me that I would be seeing her again soon.

To be continued...



A Rat's Chance Ch. 2



Part 2: Take Me Out To The Ballgame 

And I did see her again. Allie along with Kate and Jack, of course, became regular visitors on the weekends and occasionally during the week. Most of the time it was just for a swim on a hot day, or to enjoy one of my famous cold drink recipes. But there was no disguising the look in Allie's spectacular eyes when we'd meet or the special curl in her lips when she'd smile at me. Never having a poker face, I'm sure she could see right through any of my pretensions, so I just tried to relax and enjoy her company. I began to feel the void inside me begin to fill, especially when she was around. And each time we met, the greeting seemed more effusive, the kiss on the cheek moved to the lips and lingered a bit longer. Around midsummer, I got a call from Jack asking if I wanted to check out the baseball game that night at the new ballpark. It seems that Allie had come up with a set of four tickets and thought of us.

"Sure, why not?" I said.

"Great," Jack replied. "Why don't you meet us at my place about six?"

"Sure thing," I agreed, thinking quickly of how I could get out of a late meeting so I could meet up with my friends, old and new.

Jack and Kate were outside on his porch having a cold one when I pulled up in front. Kate sat casually on one of the Adirondack chairs I remembered helping Jack make several years ago. He stood behind her and to the side, his hand sort of resting on her head, almost as if he were petting it. As I stepped up to join them on the porch, the scent of wildflowers greeted my nose.

"Hi, stranger!" came Allie's voice from inside.

"Hello," I said, looking over to see her step outside. "You look terrific!"

"Thank you," she replied modestly, looking down and away from my admiring gaze.

I was quickly transfigured by her appearance. Her dark hair was pulled back and pinned tightly behind her head. She was wearing a short denim skirt with a silky and skimpy light blue top. A sheer white blouse unbuttoned but tied at the waist covered her bare shoulders. She smiled sweetly, her lips parting just enough to show off her perfect teeth and a hint of her dainty pink tongue. A telltale warm flush feeling rushed up and tingled inside me as she stepped up next to me. Almost by instinct, my arm reached out around her waist and pulled her close. Her steely blue eyes looked up and gazed deeply into mine before closing for a short sweet kiss.

"You ready Champ?" Jack called out to me.

"Let's roll!" I replied and lead the way down to my car.

"No antique tonight?" Allie asked as I helped her into my recent model STS.

"Not to a downtown parking lot we don't," I smiled, holding the door open for her, gazing longingly at the gorgeous flash of her legs as her skirt rode up as she slipped onto her seat.

The ride downtown took barely a half hour and we found a great parking space close to the ballpark. As our happy group walked up toward the gate, I reached down and took Allie's hand in mine. When our hands touched, she looked up at me as if surprised, but then gripped my hand tightly. None of us had been down since the new park had opened and we took our time wandering around checking the place out.

"Not too bad," Jack remarked.

"Seems a lot roomier than the old place," I added.

"But it doesn't have the same character as the old park," Kate said wistfully.

"I like it," Jack said, gesturing toward the field and the city skyline beyond the right field fence. "Nice view don't you think?"

"It will take time before we forget the old place, no doubt," I said to Kate. "I miss it too."

She smiled back. I took Allie's arm and we looked for and found where our seats were located. Since the game wouldn't start for a while we decided to stop and get some refreshments before sitting down. While waiting in line I heard a couple of familiar voices calling out.

"Hey! Jack! Greg! Over here!"

When I looked in the direction of the voices, the friendly faces of Ronny Duncan and Steven Lansing were smiling back. They were some friends of Jack's who had become friends of mine over the years.

"Hey, guys!" Jack called out. "What are you doing here?"

"Just checking out the new stadium," Ronny said extending his hand to Jack.

"So how's it going?" Steven said, doing the same to me.

"So what do you think of all this?" Jack asked, shaking Steven's hand as Kate pressed up against him.

"Nice place," Ronny replied.

"Except that it looks like they didn't finish it," Steven cracked with a smile, looking around at all of the rough concrete and exposed steel beams that passes for modern architecture these days.

Kate and Allie were just standing there looking on, probably wondering who the hell these guys were.

"Say, Ronny and Steven," I interjected. "This is Allie and Kate."

"Well, hell-o ladies," said Ronny, flashing his famous charming smile and dimples.

"This is Ronny Duncan and Steven Lansing, a couple of old buddies of Jack's," I went on, placing my hand up on Allie's back.

The girls said hello and very politely and lady-like shook hands with them.

"Hey!" Ronny protested. "We're not that old!"

We chitchatted with the guys for a few minutes while we waited our turn at the concession. When we neared the front of the line, Ronny and Steven waved and moved off to find their seats. I turned to Allie, who had been pretty quiet ever since we had arrived.

"So what would you like?" I asked her.

"Just a beer and nachos I guess," she replied.

As I gave our order, I felt her slip in behind me, almost as if hiding. I turned to face her and slipped my arm around her for a moment, but she seemed to pull away so I let the arm drop. As I moved to the side with our order, Jack stepped up and barked out his order.

"What is this?" Kate asked when he handed her the Bratwurst smothered in onions and peppers. She eyed the steaming sausage suspiciously.

"This is dinner, honey," he said.

"I don't really like these," she remarked, crinkling up her nose.

"Oh, you're gonna love 'em!" Jack said taking her arm and moving off. "It's not a trip to the ball park without a Hamtramck brat!" 

Our seats turned out to be among the best in the house, behind home plate along the first base side.

"Where'd you get these seats?" I asked Allie once we had settled in.

"From my work," she replied, stuffing her pretty little face with the chips and cheese. "Season tickets. I finally got my shot at them."

"Well thank you," I remarked. "It was nice of you to ask."

Her only reply was that famous smile, her full lips slightly parted with just a hint of tongue showing. She must have noticed the effect that her smile had on me. I thought that she was going to say something back to me, but she only raised her hand and lightly tapped my shoulder. We turned back to the field and watched more of the pre-game activities. Just before the game started, I heard some voices call out from behind us.

"Allie! Allie!"

As I turned around to check out the voices, I saw a panicked look cross her face and she turned around hesitantly to see who it was calling her name.

"Who's that?" Kate asked her.

"Friends of Chad," she said softly, almost as if hoping I wouldn't be able to hear. She gave a little wave to them and turned right back toward the field. She seemed relieved when some other people moved into the empty seats in the rows behind us. 

The highlight of the night was probably the national anthem since the ball game itself wasn't much fun, particularly since the home team fell behind by six runs before the second inning was over. By the fourth inning, the girls were ready to wander around and so we wended our way out from the seats along the concourse. When I caught a glimpse of the cute baseball-themed Merry-Go-Round, I tried to get everyone to take a whirl, but to no avail. I did manage to get everyone onto the Ferris wheel for a spin and enjoyed seeing Allie smile and laugh as the breeze blew her hair about her face.

"I haven't done something like this in years!" she laughed, snuggling up warmly inside my arm.

I didn't bother trying to figure out how long it had been since I had ridden a Ferris wheel, but it was wonderful to share it with her. We tried getting into a loud boisterous restaurant, but it was reserved for the prime season ticket holders only. We found another place nearby and found some seats near the window where we could people watch and have one last round or two. As the game neared it's end, we moved out through the crowd and headed toward our exit. I heard a voice call out loudly.

"Hey, Allie!"

I saw the look of panic cross her face again and felt her pull up close beside me and push harder through the crowd.

"Don't you want to stop and say hello?" I asked.

"Not really," she replied, continuing to push onward.

"Well it's too late," I remarked into her ear as I saw a couple of guys push their way forward toward us.

"Hey, Allie! How're ya doing?" called out a big muscular guy with close-cropped blond hair. He was accompanied by another nearly equally big guy with short dark hair who obviously knew her too.

She released my arm and stood off to the side, bringing out her big smile.

"I'm all right," she replied. "What're you guys doing here?"

"Just checking out the game," said the dark guy. "Who's your friend?"

"Oh, this is Greg," she said reluctantly gesturing in my direction. "He's a uh, a client."

"Hey, cool," said the blond guy, who stuck out his beefy paw to shake my hand. "Nice to meet you! Jeff Williams."

"Greg Howard," I answered feeling his strong firm grip nearly crush my hand.

"Jay Mendoza," said the other one, holding out his hand to shake mine.

"So how's my favorite girl?" said Jeff, slipping his arm around Allie's shoulders and hugging her close.

She smiled politely but she looked uncomfortable as if she couldn't wait to get away. There was something familiar about these two. I could have sworn that I had seen them sometime, someplace, but couldn't remember exactly when or where.

"How'd you like the game?" Jay asked.

When Allie hesitated, I decided to take the lead.

"The game was pretty bad," I started out, "But the stadium and the crowd are pretty entertaining."

"We should really be going," Allie remarked as the crowd began to push along around us.

"Yeah, we should too. S'been great seeing ya!" called out Jeff with a wave, as she began to pull me away.

"Nice meeting you," I said waving toward them.

Jay waved as well and soon we were out of sight of them.

"So?" Allie said once we had moved far enough away.

"So what?" I replied, when she looked over at me apprehensively. "You must know them because they seem to know you pretty well."

"They're friends of, uh, an old boyfriend of mine," she replied almost timidly.

"They're big as football players."

"They are," she replied.

Then it dawned on me where I had seen them before. Jeff Williams was fullback and Jay Mendoza was a corner back for the Lions and I had seen them several times on television.

"They seemed pretty nice and you were kind of rude," I remarked.

"I know," she admitted. "They kind of took me by surprise."

We looked around for Jack and Kate but couldn't see them anywhere among the strange faces heading toward the exits. 

"Let's just meet them at the car, okay?" I suggested.

"You don't think they got lost, do you?" Allie asked.

"Jack never gets lost," I cracked. "So I'm sure he won't even have to stop and ask for directions!"

We sorted our way out through the crowd and found my car easily enough. We stood beside it for a few moments waiting for our friends, but didn't see them anywhere around.

"I hope they get here soon," I said, leaning back against the fender of the car. "Of course knowing those two lovebirds, we could be here all night before they're ready to go."

"I don't mind," Allie remarked looking at me with those incredible blue eyes.

"You want to sit inside?" I suggested. "We might be more comfortable."

"Sure, why not," she replied and slipped inside when I opened the door for her.

We settled into the front seats and she adjusted her seat back to recline slightly. I reached up to open the sunroof. As the fresh night air flowed inside the car, she began to relax.

"I live for summer nights like this," she remarked breathing deeply. "It's like the world is so new and alive."

"This time of year is nice," I said, looking over at her as she leaned back, raising her arms up above her head and closing her eyes. "You know, the past month or two have flown by for me. I don't know about you."

"What do you mean?" she asked, opening her eyes to glance over at me.

"Well since we've started hanging around together, I've really started enjoying myself again."

"You don't seem like the type to sit around moping over anything," she said.

"I don't," I said. "It's just that being around you makes me feel so much younger. I might come home dog tired, but if Jack calls up and says you guys are coming over to do something, I just perk right up."

"It's like you're that old or anything, Greg," she remarked. "At least you don't seem old."

"How old do you think I am?"

"I figure you for about thirty or thirty-five," she said hesitantly.

I laughed loudly and pointed a finger upward.

"What?" she said. "Thirty-five or forty?"

I kept pointing.

"You're kidding me!" she called out, her eyes twinkling. She clamped her hands to her ears. "I don't want to know, now!"

"That's what makes what I going to say so difficult," I said softly. She pulled her hands away from her ears. "It's been so long since I've felt this way about anyone and I'm really hesitant to tell you, but over the past couple of months I've become awfully fond of you."

"Well, I guess because of your advanced age that I will have to start showing more respect for you, sir."

"Don't be silly," I laughed.

"I'm not silly," she said, looking at me with a still and serious look on her face, that soon melted into a smile, then a laugh. There was something quite irresistible about her stretched out in the passenger's seat, her trim legs extending down from the little denim skirt, her proud breasts fighting through the skimpy little blue top to show off their perfectly round shape. And the lazy look in her eyes and the hair swirling about her face mesmerized me. As for the smile, there was nothing I wouldn't do for her if she so much as grinned at me. 

"What was that business about a client?" I asked.

"Oh, that?" she said looking out the window on her side. "Nothing. I don't know where that came from."

"You're not up to something are you?" I asked.

She looked over at me as if to say something but just shook her head instead.

"Hey, it's none of my business anyhow," I remarked, leaning back in my seat. "It's not like we're lovers or anything."

"No, we're not," she replied.

Suddenly there was a tapping on my side window and I looked out to see Kate and Jack standing outside. They slipped inside and we were soon underway. The first part of our cruise back to Jack's place was filled with chatter about the game, the stadium, and the crowd. After a while, when I noticed that grew pretty quiet in the backseat, I checked out the rearview mirror and saw Kate and Jack intertwined in a hot passionate embrace, not unlike one I remembered seeing many years ago when Jack and I were still in college (or was it high school?).

"Say, the Crestwood motel is coming up," I cracked. "You want me to pull over so you two can get a room?"

There were a couple of chuckles in the back seat that were soon muffled and little more was heard from behind except for some heavy breathing and the sound of two people necking furiously. Allie and I exchanged knowing glances from time to time when one of the lovers would sigh loudly. But as we drove along I couldn't help but feel that she was looking at me strangely. I wanted to reach over and take her hand. I tried to think of witty things to say, but could come up with nothing. Maybe she didn't really like me. Maybe I had made a fool of myself in talking about how I felt. Maybe the difference in our ages was too much for her to keep on. At the end of the evening and I had dropped them all off, I felt hurt and confused and drove away thinking that I'd never see Allie again.

To be continued ...



A Rat's Chance Ch. 3



You can imagine my surprise however when a couple of nights later I got a call from Jack inviting me to a party for a mutual friend.

"The gang is getting together for Robby's birthday over at Mancino's," Jack said. "So you want to meet us up there, maybe around ten?"

"Sure, why not?" I remarked noting that I had plenty of time to get ready.

"And by the way, little Miss Allie seemed pretty excited when I told her you were invited."

"You don't say," I replied with surprise.

It was just after ten when I got down to Mancino's, which was a sleepy little bar in the neighborhood where we lived as kids. It was a sort of karaoke piano bar place, with a nice grand piano in the center of the room with an enormous bar built around it. There was a small dance floor off to the side where an occasional couple would take a spin or two. On Saturday nights such as this, we would often take it over, taking turns passing around the microphone so that we could croon our favorite old tunes while the piano player thumped away. As I entered, I could already hear several familiar voices. "Hey, Greg Boy!" they called out when I made my way to the bar. Glenn, Johnny, and Steven were all there with their wives or significant others. As I moved along the bar I greeted everyone and shook hands. On the far side I could see Jack and Kate smiling. There was an empty seat next to Kate and I slid my butt onto it.

"How are you?" I asked Kate as she smiled at me.

"I'm fine," she replied. "But that seat is taken."

"Oh, is Robby here already?" I asked.

"No," she replied, clearing her voice and pointing behind my back.

I heard another voice being cleared and swiveled around to see Allie's beautiful smiling face.

"I believe that's my seat," she said sweetly.

Quickly I slipped off and took her hand to help her ease up onto the seat. "Begging madam's pardon, but I was only trying to keep it warm for ye," I said with a courtly bow.

"You knave!" she replied swinging her hand at me playfully.

Minutes later when Robby and Lynne showed up, the place erupted with a flurry of happy birthday greetings. As the group at the bar was rearranged, I ended up with a seat between Jack and Allie. Another round of drinks were ordered and the microphone ended up in my hand.

"Come on, Greg. Sing a little tune for us," Jack insisted.

"I don't know," I said trying to beg off.

"Come on, old buddy," Jack urged.

I looked around trying to think of what I felt like singing, when my eyes settled on Allie. She sat primly beside me, looking up into my eyes with her big steely blue eyes sparkling brightly and a lovely smile on her face. I felt as if I could fall in love with her on the spot. The piano player was just noodling away looking up occasionally in my direction waiting for a request.

"How about," I began to say. "How about 'The Way You Look Tonight'?"

He nodded and with a deft modulation shifted into the old Jerome Kern-Dorothy Fields song. I began to sing hesitantly, looking into Allie's eyes. But as she looked back at me, hearing my voice stumble over the first few words, there was something in her look that gave me strength, and my voice cleared out and the tone improved enough that I stood off the seat and began to put more voice into it.

"With each word, your tenderness grows, tearing my fears apart! And that laugh that wrinkles your nose, touches my foolish heart!" I sang out, noting how she laughed at the appropriate moment.

When I finished the tune to the good-natured applause of my pals, I could almost swear that there was a blush in Allie's cheeks. I took a simple little bow and handed the microphone to her.

"Oh, no!" she protested, handing the mic to Johnny sitting on the other side of her. "I'm gonna need another drink before I sing for you. But I would like to dance with you."

There was an urgency to her step as we headed out to the dance floor that she had something to say.

"You know, I thought about what you told me the other night," Allie said, as we began to. "And I think you're full of shit."

"What do you mean?" I said, trying to keep from laughing.

"About you and me. All right, I'm younger than you, okay, a lot younger than you, but that doesn't mean that we can't be friends, that we can't see each other and have fun together."

"You are a sweetheart, Allie."

"I mean it. I really like you Greg, You're thoughtful and considerate. You're a great dancer and sometimes when you look at me, I could almost melt."

"Huh? Are you talking about me? Mr. Average Guy?"

"Well, yeah. Who else? You're anything but average, Greg. You're very much above average. Maybe you just don't see it or understand it. I am very attracted to you. You are unlike any other man I've ever known. There is something about you that I can't get out of my mind. I find myself thinking about you at the oddest times during the day. In the middle of a client meeting, waiting for the elevator, driving through traffic."

"I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything, I'm on a roll here Mister. I know how you feel about me. I've seen it in your eyes ever since the day we met. At first I thought, 'Oh well here's another horny old man.' But as I've gotten to know you, I've found a simple sweet side of you that is just irresistible. I think I've found the substance behind the face."

She fell silent for a few moments while we danced.

"Are you through?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Well, I don't know what to say," I said, "Except that I need a stiff drink and so do you. We're not leaving until I hear you sing."

We reclaimed our seats at the bar and ordered another round. When the microphone worked it's way back around to her, Allie took it and looked at me, then up and away as if thinking about something. Then she turned toward the piano player and said something I couldn't make out over the hum of barroom noise. The piano player nodded and began to play the intro to a tune that sounded vaguely familiar. I recognized it the moment she began to sing, "I used to fall in love with all those boys who call on young cuties. But now I find I'm all inclined to keep my mind on my duties since I've begun to share in such a sweet love affair."

It was the old tune 'My Heart Belongs To Daddy' by Cole Porter. The faces of the strangers seated around the bar were surprised to hear the tune, but began to smile when it seemed obvious that she was singing it to me and I wasn't exactly her father. Her voice was breathy and soft and sexy, almost like Julie London in her prime. I leaned back on my bar chair barely able to control myself as she sang the song just for me. It was as if the rest of the room had faded away and only the two of us and the strains of the piano existed. I felt my face flush up as she sang out the last words, "If you feel romantic laddy, let me warn you right from the start that my heart belongs to daddy, and my daddy belongs to my heart!"

The bar erupted with applause when she was finished and for the rest of the night, my pals called me 'Daddy.'

"Hey Daddy," said Jack. "Are we still on for racquetball on Wednesday?"

"Say, Daddy," called out Johnny. "Buy you a beer?"

"Oh, Daddy," called out Robby's wife. "Can you check my homework?"

Just before closing time, Allie leaned up against me and slipped her arms about me.

"Greg, I'd like you to take me home," she said looking up into my eyes.

"Okay, where do you live?"

"No, you don't understand," she said, her eyes widening. "I want you to take me home to your place."

"Are you sure?" I asked hardly able to understand what she was saying because of the excitement I felt inside.

"I am very sure, Greg," she replied.

She leaned up and planted a sweet wet kiss on my lips. My arms instinctively slipped around her and I returned the kiss. She began to lean into me, her body pressing up against me.

"You are also very drunk," I replied. "I don't think that'd be right."

"Oh, come on," she said. "I want you Greg!"

"Let me get you home."

We said our goodbyes and started out into the parking lot.

"You have made a very big impression on me, you now," I said, breathing in the balmy summer night air. 

"Well, that's no secret, Greg," she said as we slowly strolled toward my car. "I've known that ever since the first day we met."

"But it's more than that, Allie. When I see you, when I hear your voice, when I just think about you, I get all tingly inside, I can't sleep, my appetite is shot to hell."

"That's sweet, Greg," she said with a big smile, almost embarrassed. "I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything. I know this is crazy, but I really like you. I hope that we can continue to see each other, that is, if you'd want to."

"Of course I do," she replied. "You're a nice sweet man. You listen to me, ask me my opinion, and treat me like a lady. And we always have such a good time together."

"Thanks," I said. "It feels so much better to know that it's not entirely one-sided."

She leaned over toward me, her upturned face radiant in the glow from the parking lot lighting. At that moment I realized what I really felt about her, but couldn't say a word. It didn't take a genius to know that no words were necessary. Her eyes began to close as she moved closer to me and I leaned down toward her as well. I lifted my fingers to her cheek to guide her lips toward mine. They met in a light, wet brushing little kiss. I could feel her breath and her tongue as we lightly kissed again and again. My fingers trembled as I held her cheek and slipped down to the soft silky skin of her neck.

"You know, I could get addicted to that," she whispered so very softly. "You have a terrific set of lips."

"Yours are pretty hot too, you know," I replied.

We moved as close together as we could given the split seating arrangement, but there was no keeping our lips apart. The feel of her little tongue darting around my lips brought my own out to answer in kind. Just as my hand slipped down her shoulder and headed toward her lovely breast, I heard a pounding on the car window. I turned quickly around to see Jack and Kate's smiling faces peering in over my shoulder.

"Come on you two lovebirds," Jack shouted. "You're busted!"

"You gonna be okay, Sweetie?" Kate asked her friend.

Allie nodded. "Jacks' driving me home."

"Good, 'cause you're loaded!"

We watched them drive off in Jack's truck and I helped her inside my STS. All the way home our hands rested together at first between us, but as we drove on, she pulled mine over to rest in her lap. She kept looking over at me, trying to steal little glances. 

"You can stop here and let me out," she said pointing to the side of the road. "I can walk up from here."

"This is a really nice neighborhood."

"Greg, you've been the world's best gentleman tonight. You know that means an even bigger payback when it's time."

"In my dreams, baby!"

"I'm being serious here," she protested. "I've been thinking about this for a while now, ever since you told me how you felt. When I see you, I hear rockets shoot off. I feel so alive near you, I just know that I could do anything."

"Well that feeling is mutual," I replied.

"I hope that this one is," she went on. "Because I'm falling in love with you."

I shook my head slightly, not sure that I had correctly heard what she had said.

"Don't shake your head," she said. "I know how you feel by the way you look at me. I've never had anyone look at me like that. I melt a little bit inside every time you look at me with those wonderful puppy dog eyes. And when you hold me I can feel your feelings radiating from you."

"But you're so young and beautiful, and I'm just an average old guy," I said.

"And?"

"And, you've got your life just ahead of you, while mine is halfway over."

"And?"

"And I'm too old to start over, start up a family, to make a life with some so young."

"Don't you think you're getting ahead of yourself?" Allie said. "All I did was say I was falling in love with you. I didn't say anything about marriage and a family."

"You're right," I said. "I'm getting ahead of myself again."

"That's okay," she said sweetly. "You never stop thinking, and I like that. But sometime you have to start feeling. All you've told me tonight have just been reasons not to get carried away, but not a single thing to keep me from loving you. The way you look, how much money you have in the bank, how old you think you are, don't mean anything to me. It's what inside that matters most."

"What did I ever do in life to bring you close to me?" I asked.

"You were just yourself," she said slipping over closer to me. "Now come here."

She slid over as close to me as she could and I responded in kind. Our hands slipped up and drew our arms around each other. I spent a moment to look into her sweet adoring face before closing my eyes and kissing her gently. Her lips were wet and warm and soft and I was lost in a whirling romantic moment the likes of which I had never known. We sat together for several minutes, kissing and cooing sweet little nothings back and forth. She finally decided to make a move.

"I think I'd better go in," she said. "Thanks for a wonderful evening, Greg."

"Okay," I replied. "Sweet dreams!"

"They're always sweet when they're about you!"

She slipped out of the car and nearly ran up to the house, not even looking back. I waited until she had disappeared inside before starting the car. I saw a light come on in a front window and her silhouette appeared. The curtain parted and she raised her hand to wave as I drove away.

To be continued...



A Rat's Chance Ch. 4



Chapter 4: Blue Ribbon Time

The morning of the Meadowbrook Concours event started cool and damp, but by ten o'clock the sun had burned off the fog and the high summer sky opened wide. It is perhaps one of the top three such events in the world bringing together two hundred or more of the finest classic and special interest cars in the world. You can imagine my surprise just in receiving the invitation for my yellow 54 Caddy. Then to be able to drive my car out onto the show field and park beside some of the finest in the country brought a greater excitement. The sun brightened the show field, turning the brilliant chrome and spotless paint jobs into spectacular sparkling displays of rolling sculpture. I had arrived early and spent the first half hour toweling of the road dust and making the chrome shine. Standing back to admire my work, an occasional friend or complete stranger would wander by with a compliment.

"Looking good, sir," came a sweet voice with a touch of foreign accent.

I turned about to see a familiar pair of steely blue eyes smiling my way. 

"Hey, glad to see you make it!" I said stepping over closer to Allie. Behind her, I could see Jack and Kate coming along. "So what do you think?"

"I can't believe this!" she remarked excitedly. "I know you told me it was a great show, but I can't believe how gorgeous these cars are!"

"They don't call 'em rolling sculpture for nothing," I commented. "Did you see that red and silver Duesenberg over there?" with a gesture over to a circle of truly classic cars. "That is a jewel!"

"What's something like that worth?" Kate asked.

"I heard that one similar to it sold a couple months back for around a million point two," I replied.

"Whoa! That's too much!" Kate laughed. "I want to meet the owner."

"Don't get too close," Jack chimed in. "Unless you're naked!"

We all laughed and, after I put my polishing stuff away, we began to wander around the circles of cars. Jack and I both demonstrated our knowledge of the cars and owners to the girls by pointing out special features or greeting the owners whom we knew. As we walked along, Allie began to draw closer and closer to me, soon slipping her arm inside mine. She was wearing a white backless little sundress cut from some light material that hugged her supple body tightly. She wore a broad-brimmed sunhat that matched nicely. It felt so good to be with her, to be seen with her, to feel her cling to me as we walked around the circles of classics. As we paused in the shade near a special display of historical cars, I turned her around and looked down into her sparkling blue eyes.

"I'm glad you came today," I said dreamily. "I'm very glad you came."

She smiled warmly and let her hand slip around my waist and pulled herself close.

"So am I," she said sweetly and simply.

By the time we had reviewed most of the show cars and wandered back to where my Caddy was parked, the judges had finished up their work and were placing the blue ribbons on the windshields of class winning cars. To my surprise one had been placed on mine.


"Congratulations, Greg!" Jack said with a pat on my back.

"Oh, baby!" squealed Allie. "Is that good?"

"Yeah, very," I said, still quite surprised. I knew my car was nice, but there were a lot of other very nice cars in the same class. "They give awards out to only a couple in each class, but this is a real surprise."

She gave me a hug and jumped up to give me a light little kiss on the lips. She stayed there holding me for a moment or two, our eyes exchanging a long lingering look. I probably would have remained there with her, but a few old car buddies were stopping by to congratulate me and chit chat. Before I knew it, Jack and the girls had wandered away. After a while, the crowd began to wander off as well and I decided to get a bite to eat before driving through the awards line to receive my trophy. Coincidently, I found Jack and the girls up at the concession tent and we joined up for lunch. When I heard the PA announcer call out my circle for awards, I had to hustle back and get my car lined up.

"You want to ride along?" I asked them.

"Oh, sure!" Allie said quickly.

"Why don't you guys go ahead," Jack said. "I think we're going to find a shady spot and neck for a while."

Kate frowned playfully and nudged him in the ribs. 

While we waited in line, Allie kept looking over at me and smiling.

"This is pretty exciting for you isn't it?" she said.

"It's great! I've put a lot of work in on this baby over the years, and this is one of the best compliments a guy can get."

"What if I said, you deserved it because you're such a great guy?"

"I guess I'd have no choice but to believe you," I laughed.

"Then what would you say if I told you I was fond of you?" she asked.

I looked over at her again. Even though her eyes were shaded by her broad-brimmed sunhat, they still sparkled brightly. The hem of her dress had risen half way up her thighs. I began to picture taking her for a long drive on the way home, stopping at an empty roadside park someplace and stealing a kiss or two.

"You know how old I am?" I asked.

"And you know how young I am," she replied. "So what?"

"That's what I keep telling myself," I said. "I know my heart doesn't care about that. At this point my heart doesn't care about much besides being with you."

"I know because I feel the same way about you."

"It's been so long since I've felt open enough to commit to someone," I confessed.

"Do you think you know me well enough to talk about 'commitment'?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, there may some things that you don't know about me."

"All I know is that when I drop you off or see you leave that I wish it didn't have to be."

"What if I told you that I was married?" she said with a tone of hesitancy in her voice.

"You aren't are you?"

"Well, yes. As a matter of fact I am," she said looking down and away from me.

"My God!" I said dumbfounded. "When? I mean, all this time?"

"I know I should have told you before, but there just never seemed to be the right moment."

"Oh, Christ, Allie!"

"This doesn't change anything between us, does it?" she said. "I mean, I hope it doesn't."

"How could it not?" I replied. "You know how I am about these things. Jesus!" I said, the realization just beginning to sink in. "So who's the lucky man? Do I know him?"

"You might," she replied, looking back at me with her big blue eyes flashing. "You ever hear of Chad Clifton?"

"Yeah, the football player? That's your husband? Oh Christ! Are you crazy? I play golf with him at a charity golf function every spring. Jesus, if he caught us together, he could kill me!"

"He could kill us both, but he wouldn't. He's a really nice guy. A good loving husband."

"If he's so charming, then why do you need me?"

"Chad was my first. I met him in college during homecoming week one year. He kept calling and calling and asking me out and I finally couldn't turn him down any longer. It was a whirlwind and the next thing I know we're walking up the aisle and I'm a married woman."

"But why me?" I asked. "Why me?"

She looked at me, then down to her lap, off to the side, and all around us. Then slowly her eyes rose back to me. She could have told me anything and I would have believed it, given the way she looked at me.

"You are so different from him. He's a good guy and all, but there is such a different feeling I get when you look at me, like you respect me and cherish me. He was my first, and I never really knew any other man. But when we met, you and me, it was like for the first time I looked at a man who looked back at me and looked inside me not just what's on the outside."

"You said he was your first?"

"And my only," she said looking back down into her lap. "Somehow the longer we're married I keep thinking that I missed out on something by getting married so young. When I talk with Kate about making love and she tells me about being with Jack, I feel kind of jealous. Chad is a good man, but he just sort of jumps on and off me, you know, and I know just by looking at you that it would be so much different with you."

We had worked our way through the line and they now waved me up to the awards stand. The emcee introduced the presenter, one of the leading stylists at General Motors and announced the car and me. But I was hardly aware of any of them at the awards stand. All I could think of was how much I loved this beautiful little woman seated beside me and how remote my chances now seemed with her. They handed me the little statuette and asked a few questions about the car and my history with it. I'm sure that my responses sounded pretty vague and cursory. But we both smiled politely and motored off waving to the applause of the crowd.

"I'm sorry, Greg," she said sorrowfully as we parked the Caddy in the winner's circle. "I guess I should have told you right off."

"Well, yeah," I remarked coldly. "That would have helped."

"So you have a problem with my, uh, my situation?" she asked.

"Allie. Dear sweet, Allie," I said. "You're a married woman. I have a thing about that. A big thing. Right or wrong, you belong with him. My marriage ended in divorce because of infidelity. I'm not going to ruin someone else's for the same thing."

"But he doesn't have to know."

"He'll find out. Husbands always do. I did before. He will now."

"I'm sorry, Greg, so very sorry" she said, facing me with her pretty faced filled with an earnest pleading look. "I suppose this means we can't see each other."

I looked at her, feeling the love that had grown for her over the past weeks begin to slip away with each passing moment. She tried to smile, but had to turn away. The brilliant sun wouldn't hide the tears starting to run down her cheeks.

"I guess I better go find the others," she said, clutching her purse and quickly slipping out of the car.

She gave me a little finger wave before turning and walking off and melding into the crowd. I kept my eyes on her lovely backside for as long as I could see her. The sun filtered through her sundress revealing the shadow of her curves in greater relief. The fellow parked next to me came over to see my award. I took a deep breath and climbed out of the car. Within a few minutes things were back to normal. There were gorgeous old cars to look at, old friends to catch up with, and lovely summer afternoon to enjoy. 

It wasn't until I drove off the show field late in the afternoon that I became aware of this feeling of doom settling in on me along with a certain heaviness in my heart that was weighing me down. Well, that's the story of my life, I thought to myself. You get close enough to get a glimpse of heaven but then you find out the elevator ends a couple of floors short of the top. My hand fell down to the brass lion and marble statuette. Best In Class indeed! On what should be the best day of my summer, why should I feel like such crap. "Stupid question, Greg," I said out loud to myself, as I pulled up to a stoplight. The people in the little Toyota next to me waved frantically, but I ignored them, not to be rude, but just because I wanted to be left alone. 

"Hey, mister!" the driver called over as his window rolled down. 

I tried to ignore them but he persisted by shouting, "What year is that?"

"Fifty-four!" I answered back, finally.

"Nice car!" he said flashing a thumb's up sign.

I waved to acknowledge the compliment, but was thankful when the light changed and I was able to pull away back into my own world and hide for a while longer.



A Rat's Chance Ch. 5



Chapter 5: The Last Rose Of Summer

Author's Note: This is the last of a 5-part series. To fully appreciate this story one must have read the previous four installments.

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I was sitting out on the deck enjoying what might have been the last decent evening of the summer. We were starting to get some cool days and I knew that I would have to close the pool on the weekend. Although there had been some dark threatening clouds earlier in the evening, they had cleared off around sunset and the night air was balmy and warm. I was contemplating a final late night swim before retiring. Tossing back a final swig of Chablis, I heard the doorbell. I tucked the towel around my waist and went inside to answer it. Damn, it was awful late for company. I answered the door only to see Allie standing on my porch, wearing this light little sundress that buttoned all the way down the front. She smiled hesitantly but sweetly, knowing what the flash of her teeth and tongue could do to me, even now.

"Hi," she said softly, her glowing smile still able to soften me right up. 

"Hi," I replied. "How's it going?"

"Okay. Can I come in?" she asked, bowing her head forward just a bit so that as she looked up at me, her steely blue eyes looked large and appealing.

"Sure, I guess," I said opening the door for her. "So why the honor?"

"I had to see you tonight, Greg," she began, taking a step toward me.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"I don't know," she remarked, holding back. "All I know is that I had to see you, to talk to you, to try and let you know how I feel."

"What's to tell?" I remarked, trying not to sound too cold. "We've gone over all of this before, Allie. You're married to someone else and you already know how I feel about that; you already know why I can't be with you. Unless you've got some signed divorce papers with you, nothing has changed that I know of."

"Can we sit down some place?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, Allie," I said. "I guess that just because we're not an item any longer doesn't mean that I'm allowed to be rude. Come on. I was out on the deck, enjoying the evening."

We moved out to the deck. I stopped and grabbed the Chablis and a second glass on the way through the kitchen. We sat at the table and she looked longingly out at the pool, the light below the water line casting an eerie aqua glow about the yard.

"I'm going to miss this," she said dreamily as I poured her glass. "Thanks," she responded, picking up the glass and taking a sip. She let her head fall back for a moment savoring the taste of the wine before shifting her position to lean forward in the chair toward me. The glow of the citronella candles turned her face a golden hue. "I'm really sorry about what happened with us, Greg. I don't know what I was thinking. I was so stupid to think that maybe if I just ignored certain things that they'd go away."

"Right, ignore the fact that you have a husband. Sure is an easy little detail to put out of mind."

"Greg, please," she said. "This is so hard for me."

The clip of her accent was so appealing as were those great steely blue eyes that were now filling with tears that glistened in the candlelight.

"I'm sorry," I replied starting to feel teary eyed myself. "I guess that was mean."

"You know, I'm still in love with you," she said, looking down into her wine glass. "I think about you all the time. I dream about you. Good dreams. No, very, very good dreams. I keep thinking of what it would be like to see you again, to talk with you, to be with you." She looked back up and into my eyes. "You haven't returned any of my calls. I've tried calling Kate and Jack and they keep telling me to call you. I just don't know what to do."

"You know, Allie," I began, "Not that this matters now, but I still feel the same way about you too. I've tried hard to put you out of my mind but nothing works, nothing helps. Like the old song says, I close my eyes and see your face before me, haunting my every dream."

"So what are we going to do?" she asked. "I want to be with you. Do you still want me?"

"What about your husband?" I asked.

"I don't know what to do about him. I just can't leave him."

"But then you can't have me either."

"Greg, please," she cried. "Isn't there some way we can work this out? I need you in my life."

"Damn! Why do I have to be such a gentleman?" I complained. "All my life I've watched guys like Jack and Robby reach out and grab for what they want while I lay back and go without because something keeps holding me back for some stupid reason or other."

"Maybe you need to do something for yourself without having any reason at all."

"Something for me or something for you?"

"Something for us," she whispered. She was leaning so close to me I could almost feel the heat from her body. "Something that we both want. I can see it in your eyes when you look at me, I can feel it just sitting next to you."

Looking over at her closely she appeared to be glistening in the hot humid air. Her dark silky hair was pulled back away from her face and held on each side with a little blue butterfly clip. Her lips were wet and parted and her eyes were very clear in their intent. She looked so appealing that I finally had to look away and sigh deeply.

"You know, just a few weeks ago, I felt so in charge of myself, of my career, of my life," I began. "Things were going so well at work, the summer was in full swing, and I was in love with this beautiful young woman, the woman of my dreams. Now, the summer is almost over, work seems more like a drudge, and I've found out that the woman is married to someone else. You've got to understand that I'm not in the same place I was."

"But neither am I," she said leaning back into her chair. "Since I haven't seen you, I'm miserable, bitchy with my co-workers, curt with my customers. I need you in my life, Greg. You balance me; you make me feel so good about myself. You do things for me that Chad has never been able to do, will never be able to do."

"So why don't you leave him?"

"It's not that easy," she said softly. "Give me some time. Please?" She rolled her head over to look at me again. Her breathing was deep and fast; her eyes were glazing over with tears. She leaned forward and got up from the chair and stepped over to stand right in front of me, reaching down to take my hands in hers. "Sometime in your life, you're going to have to start taking chances, Greg, without thinking, without analyzing, without overriding your feelings. Sometimes you just have to follow your heart. Tell me. What does your heart say?"

"My heart?" I laughed sadly. "My heart says that you are the best thing to have ever happened to me. My heart says that I should stand up and take you in my arms and sweep you away."

"What if I say that I'm waiting to be swept away?"

I had to smile since she was so good, so very good; she was so fresh and sexy and appealing. I brought her hands to my face and kissed each one softly. The flesh on the back of her hands was hot and moist. I looked up into those sparkling eyes of hers and could see that there was nothing she wouldn't do to get me. And deep inside I knew that there was nothing that I could do to resist her.

"Before you decide anything, how about a swim?" she asked.

"Okay," I remarked with a smile. "But what will you do for a suit?"

"Who says I need a suit?" she replied.

Her hands slipped out of mine, reached up to the top button on her sundress, and began to work their way down, gently, teasingly popping each button loose and letting the dress fall open to my admiring gaze. Reaching up, she eased the dress open fully to reveal her sheer tiny white bra and thong, the dark circles of her nipples and the shadow of her muff were plainly visible even in the dim light of evening. She let the dress slip from her fingers and fall to the deck. There was no mistaking that this was a striptease she was doing, and she was doing it well. She arched her back slightly and reached behind to unhook her bra. The little garment easily fell away from her supple body and she dropped it on top of her dress. Hooking her thumbs through the tiny elastic bands of her thong, she slowly leaned forward and slipped them down her long tanned legs and stepped free. 

She knew my eyes were glued to her body, memorizing the shifting curves as she stood back upright. As she held still for a moment in the glow of the candles and the pool light, she looked as if she were a priceless statue carved from rare Italian marble. But the great masters of Greece or Rome could not have carved a statue like this form before me, so perfect and alive. She pulled the clips from her hair and shook her head from side to side, letting her hair cascade about her shoulders. Then she turned slowly, very slowly to step down from the deck down toward the pool.

"Are you going to join me?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder at me, her eyes saying more than a mere come hither.

I got up from the chair and stepped down to stand beside her. She looked down at my swim trunks.

"Aren't you going to join me?" she asked, her dazzling smile once again making me tingle.

For a moment I could only stare at her, the shapely well-turned legs, the dark shadow between them, the gentle curves of her hips, belly, and breasts, and the wonderful look of expectation in her eyes. I pulled at the drawstring on my trunks, tugged them down and off, and tossed them to the side. It had been years since I had gone skinny-dipping and the feel of the night air on my naked body was exhilarating. Taking her hand, we stepped down into the pool, letting the cool water envelope us. I dove down below the surface and came up on the other side from her. She had followed behind and surfaced right next to me, her fingers finding their way up along my body. The warmth of her body next to mine was electric. Our arms found their way around each other and our lips wasted no time in touching. She pressed her firm breasts and the soft flesh of her belly up against me as our tongues flicked and licked at each other.

I cupped her cheek with my hand and then ran my fingers over her wet hair. There was a look of surrender in her eyes, a look I remembered seeing only a few times before, a look that told me that at this very moment, this woman was mine. As I slipped my arms around her and picked her petite body up, she wrapped her legs around me. I could feel her pussy rub past my cock as she climbed up into my embrace.

"I have got to be crazy," I said as we held each other so closely. "I have got to be fucking nuts!"

"We both are," she replied, "Because I'm so crazy about you!"

We kissed again and again, our lips and tongues weaving together. Her lips were sweet and soft. I kissed my way down to her neck and she tilted her head back so I could lick and kiss the soft smooth flesh that waited there for me.

"You are a terrific kisser," she remarked.

"I used to be pretty good at this," I replied. "But I'm kind of out of practice now."

"Well, you can practice on me anytime, sir!" she laughed heartily

We swam a little. We necked a little more. But as the night grew deep and the stars showed forth their romantic twinkling light we began to edge toward the steps.

"Do you want to get out?" I asked.

"Sure," she replied, slipping up near to me, her body brushing close as my arm slipped around her shoulders.

She was so light I scooped up her legs and carried her up the stairs and out to the deck. I set her down and grabbed the towel. It was an extra large one that I could wrap around the both of us. Of course she was so close to me it didn't matter. She embraced me, clinging tightly, her adoring face and eyes trapping my gaze. 

"Are you sure you want to be here?" I asked.

"Only if you're sure you want me," she replied in a soft voice.

I kissed her and slipped my arms around her, letting my hands wander all over her warm and wet body. Every place they wandered from her shoulders to her hips, I could feel her skin twitch and her body shiver. My cock made itself known by springing up and rubbing against her belly.

"Why don't we go inside?" she asked.

"What's wrong with out here?" I asked.

"Well, it's getting late and I wouldn't want to wake your neighbors," she said. "Besides, I must warn you, I can get pretty loud."

We wended our way inside and up to my room, the towel tossed aside along the way. Pausing to kiss in the family room, we embraced and rubbed up against each other in the foyer and fondled each other on the way up the stairs. My room was quite dark when we danced inside. I grabbed a pack of matches and lit the candles that were on the dresser, chest of drawers and nightstand. When I was through, the room was filled with a rosy warm glow. She leaned over to smell the flowers I had cut that morning.

"Last roses of summer?" she asked.

"I like the scent while I sleep," I remarked.

"I like it while I make love," she replied.

She stood right beside me and grabbed me by the cock, pulling me toward the bed.

"You realize that this will change everything between us?" she said eagerly stroking me as she slipped up onto the bed, tugging me along with her.

"And between you and your husband," I remarked.

She didn't flinch. She just lay back onto the silky bedspread and opened her body for me, her legs spreading, her arms falling up above her head, her wet hair all tousled about her shoulders, the soft curves of her body inviting my touch. As I knelt between her spread legs, I paused for a moment to drink in the scene: the candlelight, the smell of fresh cut roses, Allie's beautiful body sprawled in front of me, the eager hungry look on her face, the feeling of my yearning passion burning inside me. She reached up both arms toward me and I took her hands in mine. 

"Is there something wrong?" she asked.

"Not a thing," I replied breathing deeply, bending over slightly to hover just above her. "You are so beautiful and I am so grateful to be here with you."

"Just make love to me, Greg. I need you so badly."

I leaned down to kiss her. It quickly became a wild tongue wrestling love match. She reached up to pull be down onto her, but I kept myself up on my elbows and knees letting only my lips and the head of my cock touch her. She began to wiggle her hips to maneuver my cock toward her pussy. My kisses drifted down to her neck and shoulders and slowly teasingly to her breasts. I kissed each one with delight, teasing the nipples to stiff erection with my tongue making her gasp.

"You are so beautiful, Allie," I remarked, cupping each breast in a hand and stroking softly. She gasped again. "And so sensitive."

"You don't find them too small?" she asked moaning with pleasure.

"They are perfect!" I said. "Besides, more than a mouthful is a waste!"

I kissed them tenderly, then again with more force, sucking the nipples into my mouth and tickling them with the tip of my tongue.

"Oh, Greg!" she cried out. "I think you're going to make me come!"

After spending a few more minutes on her breasts, I could tell by her frantic quivering movements that she was coming. Her hips were moving in that familiar telltale circular pattern, her sighs came deeply and her breathing heavy. She gasped wildly as I fondled and suckled her perfect breasts.

"You are a live one, Allie," I remarked as she wriggled beneath the touch of my fingers and lips and tongue.

My kisses moved down from the gorgeous valley between her breasts along the soft heaving flesh of her stomach down to her navel and lower yet. My elbows following along, straddling her waist and hips, my fingers lightly touching her willing body. When I reached the trimmed little patch of fur above her smooth pussy I slipped my hands around and boosted her hips upward, her hot wet pussy right at mouth level.

"Eat my pussy, Greg!" she cried out. "Eat my wet pussy!"

I buried my face in her tight little twat. She must have shaved her pussy, for there was only a small little patch of fur on top. The rest was so smooth and hot and ready, I lapped at her greedily. The outer lips of her pussy were thin making it easy to spread and get my tongue to the inner lips. Her hard little clit was already protruding from its hood. I licked and kissed her hot tight little pussy and began to work my fingers up inside her.

"Chad never eats me like this! Oh, God! Eat my pussy, Greg!" she screamed wildly. "Oh! Oh! I want to come!"

Despite her urgent pleas, I took my time building her up. Noting her response to my every move, I nudged her up the ladder, one rung at a time. She leaned back onto the bed, arching her back and thrusting her hips toward my face. One at a time, she brought her legs up and rested her thighs on my shoulders. Then she hooked her ankles together behind me and increased her pressure against my mouth. Her hot wet pussy was delicious. Suddenly with a gasp, she reached forward and grabbed me by the hair. It felt for a moment as if she was going to rip my hair right off my head as she implored me to eat her out. Finally, I stepped up my tongue lashing to the maximum, stuffing two then three fingers up her pussy. I could feel the tingling spread from her pussy up through her body as a wave of climaxing passion rose up to consume her.

"Oh, My God!" she screamed. "I'm coming!"

With a final thrust against my face she broke through and threw herself back onto the bed. I slowly released her and began to gently rub her quivering body as she tried to catch her breath.

"Oh, Allie," I whispered. "You are one live wire!"

I kissed my way back up along her trembling body, trying not to miss a single taste of her sweet body, and brought my mouth up to hers for a kiss. Her lips were wet and cool from her heavy breathing and shouting. She hugged and kissed me crazily before rolling me over onto my back.

"Now it's my turn to do you," she whispered breathlessly. "I want to suck your cock!"

I lay back on the bed as she slipped down between my legs, her breasts pressing against my thighs. She grabbed my cock and stroked it gently with one hand and fondled my balls with the other.

"Chad says I'm not too good at this so I hope you like it," she said apologetically.

"Almost like eating an ice cream cone," I cracked. "Just start with a kiss and a few licks. But don't forget to use your hands."

I quickly realized that she must have been joking and that I didn't need to supply any directions. She gently kissed the head of my stiff cock, then drew circles around it with her tongue. She wrapped her little hands around me and gently began to stroke slowly up and down. She opened her mouth and began to suck my cock up inside her hot wet mouth. I could feel her tongue flicker at it inside her mouth.

"Oh, that's it Kiddo," I moaned encouragingly. "Oh, God! Just like that! Suck my cock!"

She began to bob up and down matching the movement of her hands and mouth. I resisted the urge to thrust my cock up into her mouth and instead let her take the lead. I brought a hand down to her head and brushed the few little strands of wet hair from her face. She began to moan as she sucked my dick, gently rotating her mouth a little as she bobbed up and down. She brought her head up all the way and let my stiff cock pop out of her mouth but kept stroking it firmly.

"Are you going to come for me?" she asked eagerly. "Do you want to come in my mouth?"

"Let's save that for later," I replied. "Just keep doing that some more."

She went back down on me, working more eagerly than before. She took a few licks up and down the entire length of the shaft, doing some circles on the head and then licking her way back down to my balls. She sucked each one into her mouth teasing them with her tongue, all the while stroking my cock with her firm grip. Then she went down on me again, slowly drawing as much of my long stiff cock inside her as she could. She then began this delicious up and down movement, slowly picking up speed until she finally had me thrashing about on the bed like a maniac. My body was tingling and my cock felt ready to explode. I finally grabbed at her head and pulled her up from me.




A Rat's Chance Ch. 5



"God Damn!" I cried out. "You can't tell me that you never did that before!"

She looked up at me with a devilish little smile. "Had you going there didn't I?"

"Okay, you little wench" I said pulling her up from my cock so I could kiss her. "I want to fuck with you now!"

She climbed up and squatted over my hips positioning her sweet willing pussy right over my cock. I grabbed my dick and rubbed the head on the wet lips of her pussy.

"So you want to fuck me, eh?" she said exaggerating her accent. "Tell me Yankee boy, how much you want to fuck me!"

"I don't have to tell you," I said as the head of my cock began to work up into her pussy. "I'll let my big old cock do my talking for me!"

With a decent push upward with my hips, my cock slipped inside her. Her eyes popped wide open for a moment in surprise, but the sensation of my cock working inside her closed them tightly. She sat upright on top of me, leaned her head back and began to rock up and down slowly. With my hands reaching around to hold and guide her ass, she began to bounce up and down on me. 

"Oh, yes!" she cried out. "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!"

Her breathing and moans increased in tempo. With each up and down movement she would make this sound, half a scream, half a moan. The movement of her pussy was working on me as well. The sensations she brought were beyond what I had ever known with any other woman. As we fucked, I let my eyes close and my head fall backward in ecstasy as feeling after feeling swept over me. The sound of her moans and cries grew louder and more frequent and I had to look back at this wonderful vision of sexual pleasure, this petite little woman with the beautiful breasts and the tight pussy riding me like a bareback rider on a wild stallion. 

She finally began to slow down and leaned forward nearly pulling her pussy off of me. I took the opportunity to take over and thrust up at her viciously ramming my cock into her sopping twat. She fell forward on top of me, her face buried onto my shoulder. She began to kiss my shoulder as I humped her, and her teeth nibbled on the soft flesh near my neck. She rose up again and began bouncing wildly on me. I reached up to cup her breasts as they bobbed up and down, squeezing her nipples, making her moans and cries come harder and louder.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" she cried as her body began to shake and tremble. Her nipples were rock hard, her aureoles were taut and wrinkled. "Oh, God!" With a couple more strokes, she lay down on me. "Oh, God! I've got to catch my breath!" she exclaimed between heavy breaths.

"Here! Let's try this," I suggested pulling her up and off of my long stiff cock.

She lay down on her side next to me and I lifted her leg enough to enter her from the rear. Once I had my position set, I let her leg back down and felt her pussy tighten up around me as I slowly eased my cock in and out of her. I reached around and began to lightly finger her clit. Her hand joined mine and our fingers wove themselves together as we worked on her pussy. Using my one arm as a pillow for her head, she drew the other one up and held it between her breasts next to her heart. She seemed content to rest for a few minutes and let me take the lead as she clung to me. She soon began moaning and pushing her sweet round ass back against me.

As the sensations began to mount, she pushed herself up and rolled me onto my back again. She rose up and straddled me again but with the wonderful curves of her backside facing me. Her pussy sucked my cock up entirely inside of her. I sat up and reached around to cup her breasts as she rode me. We worked our way toward the edge of the bed, our movements together growing wilder with each stroke. Soon I found my hips bouncing up off the bed as I began to stand and drive my cock home, her firm ass slapping back against my belly. She began to lean forward and reached out to hold onto the dresser across from her. The added leverage helped her push back against me.

"How's this?" she asked her voice turning hoarse.

"Your wet little pussy is making my cock so hard!" I groaned.

"Your hard cock is making my pussy so wet!" she replied with a sexy laugh.

"Yeah! I think they like each other!"

"This feels so good!" she cried. "Let's not stop!"

Our hot sweaty bodies slapped together. A couple of times when my dick popped out of her, it slipped back inside as if it had a mind of its own. I grabbed her by the hips and began to pound her twat.

"Oh, yeah!" she cried out in reply to my thrusting. "Fuck me harder! Oh, yeah! Just like that!"

As we fucked, I reached around with my fingers and rubbed her clit lightly. I thought she was going to leap out of her skin as she came quickly. She stood still and reached back to grab me by the ass. We settled back onto the bed and I waited for her orgasm to subside for a moment before beginning some long slow smooth strokes in and out. Very long, very slow, and very smooth, I pushed my cock into her and then out. Soon we were again picking up the pace and fucking like wild animals. Her tight little pussy brought one wild sensation after sensation to me. Finally she stood up again and pulled away from me.

"My God, don't you ever stop?" she said with a little laugh.

"Do you want me to?"

"Hell, no," she remarked. "I want to see the look in your eyes as you fuck me." 

She reclined back onto the bed and spread her legs. Grabbing my cock, she pulled me down to her, guiding me inside her hot wet pussy. I tried again to fuck her real slowly with long smooth strokes, but soon we were fucking wildly. I grabbed her legs and flung them up and hooked her ankles on my shoulders. She was trying to watch me as she had said she wanted, but would occasionally close her eyes and lick her lips. When her steely blue eyes opened, she looked at me intently as if trying to peer inside me. It was a look of passion and desire, a look of her complete surrender to me sexually. Even though her body responded to each thrust of my hips, her eyes never left mine. Her breasts bobbed in concert with our movements, her dark hair was flowing over the pillows, and her tight pussy was bringing me closer to the brink of orgasm.

"Aren't you ever going to come?" she implored, licking her lips. "I want you to come too. I want to see, to feel your wet sticky cum!"

With the sight of this beautiful young woman fucking my brains out, I could no longer hold back. The sight of her breasts bobbing, her tongue licking, her dark tousled hair, and the intent sensual look in her blue eyes brought me to the edge.

"I'm getting close!" I said thrusting as wildly as I could.

She began to push back equally wild. 

"Come for me, Baby!" she cried.

With one final thrust, I pulled my cock out of her and stroked it once before it spurted a thick white stream of semen onto her belly. She reached up with her hand and took over the stroking, bringing the next several spurts out onto her belly and breasts. Once she had pumped my balls dry, she brought her rosy little mouth down to suck me clean. She then rubbed my spent cock on those precious breasts of hers and pulled me down on top of her.

"Now that's what I call fucking!" she exclaimed.

Well, Babe," I replied. "There may be other things you can call it, but they must be in foreign languages."

"You are a terrific lover!" she cooed, hugging me tightly. "Chad never, never, ever fucked me like that!"

"Well Chad is a fool!"

"No," she said solemnly. "Chad is history."

We collapsed together, all sweaty and sticky, and fell asleep in each other's arms. It was maybe three o'clock when I woke up. Allie felt so warm and snuggly that I slipped my arms around her and hugged her tightly. For whatever reason, I began to cry. Not a strong sobbing, but that warm, sweet happy to be alive and in love emotion. She stirred as if waking and picked her head up sleepily.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Nothing," I replied despite the shaking of my shoulders.

"What's the matter?" she asked, obviously spotting the tears welling up in my eyes. "Are you crying, Greg?"

"No I'm just so happy. At this point of my life, I am so fucking happy, I could cry."

"So am I," she replied, and I could see a tear roll down her cheek.

She leaned down to kiss me on the lips. Her kisses continued down to my neck and shoulders, to my chest and belly, and further down. As she took me into her sweet wet mouth again, it was as new and fresh and exciting as if we hadn't made love yet this night. It didn't take long for me to get hard and she mounted me and began to move in such slow sensuous movements that I could have sworn she was riding me right up to heaven, or at least as close as one can get in this world.

Epilogue: After The Fall

And so now it's fall and there is a chill in the air that can't be escaped. Allie had become the ultimate football widow, her husband always at practice, in meetings, or away from home traveling to games. And me? I chose to be with her whenever I could, though we tried to avoid sports bars and certain brightly lit public places.

It was a month after the Concours, almost to the day, when she came over to my place. There was an urgency to her appearance. Normally so well groomed, she looked this night particularly tousled and hurried. When I asked her in, she didn't want to sit. When I asked her if she wanted something to drink, she turned me down. When I asked if she was okay, she looked at me with her head bowed just a bit so that when she looked at me, her eyes were wide open.

"Can we just cut the crap, Greg?" she said, moving a step toward me, taking my hands in hers, and slipping up to kiss me, making no mistake of what she was looking for. "I need you now!"

She wasted no time in pushing me into the great room and stripping herself and my hungry body down. Her passion was hot and strong and she took me so monstrously right on the sheepskin floor rug that I felt my body surrender completely to her and the incredible feelings produced by our lovemaking. She rode on top of me with a fiery passion; she begged me eagerly to fuck her doggy style; she implored me to come all over her hot sweaty, perfect body. She knew that I would do anything she asked, and I loved every single moment.

We were snuggled up on the couch still sweaty and sharing a glass of wine when her cell phone rang. The football team had left for a road trip and Chad was taken aside and told that he had been traded to the San Diego Chargers. He was waiting for a plane to Chicago before flying on to San Diego to report the next day to the Chargers camp. The trade was unexpected, but then so had been our little love affair.

The next weeks went fast and furiously. There were tears and hugs and kisses and spectacular lovemaking that I will never forget along with a dull aching heartache that still hasn't gone away. Maybe in time I'll gain the perspective it takes to understand all of this. We've still managed to keep in touch and she emailed me just this morning that she's planning on coming back with him for the charity golf event next spring. Maybe by then I'll know what I intend to say to him just as he tries to sink the match winning 20-foot putt.

For now, I'll sit on the deck beside the warmth of the chiminera, look out at the pool, now covered and closed for the winter, content to remember each time I saw her, how I could think of nothing else but being everything to her that she wanted, friend, protector, provider, lover. It's not with pride that I admit I would have been her doormat if she had so much as asked. But then that has always been my lot in life, like so many others who want what they cannot have, desiring that which cannot be obtained, yearning for the pleasures that would make this life feel just the least bit worthwhile. But I smile, for although at the beginning I had a rat's chance in hell of having her, sometimes the rat survives!