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Another Chat

By: Captain Midnight



Created by Patricia51 and Linda_s

Two cops help a new mom move on with her life.

Special thanks to Patricia51 and LadyCibelle. You guys are wonderful friends! LadyCibelle is the best editor I have ever known. And thanks to my newest friend, Roxanne Appleby. Her stories are suffused with warm-heartedness and caring, which I hope I can show in the stories I submit from here on out.

This is the follow-up to "A Chat". In that story, Sue Adams accidentally caught Michael Gibson Junior practicing that act for which no man need look his best. Mikie hid out in a tree house. Sue found him and grilled him on his sexuality. He admitted to helping beat up another student ("got it right in the nuts"), for admiring a third student's girlfriend, Rachel Davis. "She really had a rack on her and her ass was nice too," Mikie said. Sue expressed disapproval of Mikie noticing only the obvious, and Mikie said Rachel was a friend too. She had liked him too, but she had been distant since the beating. 

Sue talked about her own sexual awakenings. They discussed the book Forever (1975), dealing with school romances. Neither Sue nor Mikie have had a relationship with a member of the opposite sex, but Sue talked about being attracted to some young men before falling in love with Linda. She exhorted Mikie to not engage in sex of any kind with another person until he fell truly in love. (See "Bridget's Nights, Chapter 10" by patricia51 to see if he kept his promise.) Sue wondered what might have happened to Rachel. 

As the author, I was curious too. So this is Rachel's story, and the story of the people who try to help her. 

In this story, Rachel is an unwed, teenage mother, well under age 18. There are no depictions whatsoever of sex acts. 

Pat and Mike Gibson, and Linda Shannon and Sue Adams, are police officers and lovers, but work and sex don't make up their whole lives. They are also parents interested in their children's activities; churchgoers and civic boosters; and people who enjoy activities with friends. I admit to being greatly influenced by Patricia51's "Concrete Angel," a non-erotic story which shows Pat Gibson trying to keep from being totally undone by a terrible case, and surviving through the support of her family. And finally, I am influenced by the current comic strip For Better or For Worse, which follows extended families around for many years and devoted time to every member as he or she grew, married, had children, and went through the many stages of life. 

Through a weird process of self-suggestion, Rachel Davis was called Carrie Underwood until well into the first draft. There is no connection between the character and the American Idol champion except for her singing ability.

*

"Wake up, sleepyhead," Susan Adams cooed to her lover Linda Shannon.

Linda groaned and wrapped the pillow around her ears. Although Sue's wakeup call often led to wonderful lovemaking, and Linda was nude, this wasn't a social call. Linda had had hot flashes during the night, prompting her to doff her nightwear, and Sue had awakened Linda an hour earlier than usual so Linda could take a cold shower.

"Your dress is hanging on the back of the bathroom door," Sue continued cheerfully. "I want to see you in it before I take my shower. Then you can call Erin and make sure everything is still on for this morning."

Linda unfolded her middle-aged joints and was relieved she didn't have more-than-usual morning backache. She plodded to the closet and got out one of a set of matching bathrobes – Sue was wearing the other one – and went into the bathroom. Sue joined her.

"You're not going to fall asleep in the middle of the sermon?" Sue teased.

Linda shook her head no. "Not with Erin doing a warm-up talk. I just hope, hope, hope the preacher doesn't go to 12:30 or later. You're sure that the Davises always go to Darryl's Steak Restaurant after Sunday services?"

"As sure as I can be. Pat, Mike and the boys go there after Mass and they usually see the Davises coming in as they're going out."

As Linda splashed water on her face and eyeballed herself in the mirror – never a good idea for a woman of fiftysomething just out of bed – Sue swatted her with the belt of her robe. "None of that 'where have my looks gone?' self-pity. You're going to be the prettiest lady there if your heart is in the right place. Besides, how long has it been since we've been to church?"

Linda groaned. She hadn't been to church since her divorce, twenty-nine years earlier. Her ex-husband had kept the kids, so she really hadn't wanted a bunch of eyes staring holes in her wondering what had caused the breakup. If her son hadn't fallen in love with a divinity student in his study group, and hadn't subsequently married her, she might never have had the nerve to go.

"You're no angel either," Linda grumbled. "You didn't want people to stare at the two of us. Either you stayed home or went to church with your mom."

Sue merely grinned. "Have to see how the other half lives," she said. "I'll go make breakfast while you shower."

Linda's spirits lifted considerably when she finished showering and applying makeup, and admired the dress Sue had bought her for extra-formal occasions some years earlier. At least it still fit properly. She telephoned her daughter Erin, asking if she was still going to preach the evening service (her first big sermon) and whether she thought the Davises would come in for the eight A.M. service and take off after Sunday school – it was football season, after all. Erin asked in return whether Linda was going to Sunday school and if she had a good Bible, New American Standard edition. Linda had purchased two, and had studied the lessons. Erin cheerfully rang off as the first parishioners entered the sanctuary.

Sue let out a sigh as her lover walked into the kitchen. 

"Linda, I'd say you looked better in that dress than you do without clothes on, but your feelings would be hurt. That really shows class, though."

Linda managed a smile. "In my day, you dressed up for church. Why don't you go and get your outfit on? I'd like to see what you consider dressy." 

Two police officers with limited social circles don't dress up very often. They had dress uniforms, of course, and one evening gown apiece for super-formal functions, but their wardrobes ranged from casual to practical to "nice." 

Sue gave Linda a peck on the cheek. "In college, the guys and girls really dressed up for church. It was an acceptable form of flirting."

"Is it all set?" Linda asked. "I go to the Joy class for seniors, and you go to the singles department? We sit right behind the Davises?"

"Works for me," Sue said. "You see if Rachel's mom and dad are in your class and introduce yourself, and then we'll meet Rachel while shaking hands during the service. If we're lucky, we can talk to them about official business and go from there."

Sue returned about thirty minutes later, wearing a beautiful dress. Linda looked her over and shook her head.

"Hard to believe we're on semi-official business, isn't it?"

"You cannot serve God and money, but you can serve God and the law," Sue replied as she sat down to breakfast. 

*

Sue entered the main sanctuary first, taking two visitors' cards and a pen. She sat in the pew behind the one the Davises generally took, and filled out the information while looking around for Linda.

Linda came in and told Sue their instincts had been correct. Jim and Marilyn Davis were in her class, and she had said hello to them. She had mentioned she was there because of her daughter – "my son's in Houston taking a deposition and sent me in his place," which was true – and identified herself as a Deputy Inspector for the Sheriff's Department, also true. 

The Davises didn't come into the sanctuary until it was nearly full. Linda pointed them out. Sue realized that she knew Rachel, who didn't notice her right away, from a drug-counseling class she had taught two years earlier. 

But that wasn't the main attraction.

Jim and Marilyn Davis were in their forties. Rachel looked to be fourteen or fifteen. A younger brother, David, was about ten. But the third child ...

The third child was an infant girl, not more than three months old, asleep in a carrier. Rachel was carrying it. Either her mom and dad had been blessed with a little one unusually late in life, or Rachel was a teenage mom. 

The Davises filed into the pew just ahead of Linda and Sue before the first group song. The senior pastor asked everyone to shake hands all around. There was a noticeable coldness in Jim Davis's handshake, and he avoided looking at his own daughter. Marilyn Davis was friendlier, but not much. David, who seemed irrepressible, almost introduced his whole family, but a look from his dad shut him up. 

Rachel recognized Sue after a minute and shook her hand hard – almost clung to it, really. In response to questions about how come Linda and Sue were there, Linda reiterated her statement to the parents, while Sue simply said she was there as a favor to a friend, not specifying Mikie. 

Baptist churches have plenty of traditional hymns, but there was a band on the stage to provide a contemporary beat as well. Sue stood and sang several hymns and popular Christian songs from lyrics flashed on view screens. Her attention was on Rachel, who took the soprano part and sang like a beautiful bird. A thought grew in Sue's mind.

The first 35 minutes or so of the service passed smoothly. Erin gave a little talk from the podium, explaining she'd be giving her first sermon that night. There were more songs and several prayers. Baptists stand, bow their heads and usually pray silently, which was a little unusual to Sue. Then came the offering plate. Linda and Sue noticed that only Rachel contributed money, a five-dollar bill. Linda and Sue put in twenties and their visitor cards.

It was during the main sermon that things started to go awry. The preacher had a booming voice. Traditionally, Baptist preachers shy away from raising issues during the sermon itself, since it's televised. After the noon hour has passed, and the TV camera goes off, they may raise some issues. But the pastor was hot about his text on the sanctity of life. 

The baby woke up and started squalling. Preachers generally don't stop in mid-sentence, but this one did, and he looked out. Both of Rachel's parents turned and glared. Rachel wilted under the glare.

Rachel picked up the carrier with her little girl and edged out of the pew. A lot of eyes followed her. Sue didn't stop at looking. She got out the end of her pew and went up the opposite aisle to an exit door. 

Rachel didn't see Sue until she was in the foyer. The ushers had long since sat down, so the area was as empty as an exile's back yard. She didn't notice Sue for a long time as she tried to shush her little one.

"Need help?" Sue finally said.

Even the baby quieted a little bit at the unfamiliar voice, which sounded soothing. Rachel looked uncertainly down at her little one, and then at the woman she knew only slightly. She thought, and walked over to Sue.

Sue had no children. She had no plans to have any. But she had a way with infants and toddlers which her friends, the Gibsons, had commented on many times. Somehow, the babies took to the woman. 

"Is she hungry?" Sue asked in the same soothing voice.

Rachel gave a helpless nod. "The bottle's in an ice chest in the car."

"How come you didn't leave her in the nursery?"

A tear formed in Rachel's eye. "They won't let you pick up babies in the middle of the service, and Dad wants to get out at twelve so he can go eat and catch the game."

There was no point in showing disapproval. Sue asked: "What's her name?"

"Megan Elisabeth. She's eleven weeks old today."

Counting backward, Sue figured little Megan must have been born in early August. She wondered if Rachel had "shown" during the past school year. Perhaps not. Some expectant moms show nothing until they just pop out.

Sue also thought of a comment she had heard from Michael Gibson Junior, Rachel's classmate – "I think she must have gotten knocked up and had an abortion." That had been accompanied by rumors about Rachel's ... moral character; by comments on Rachel's "rack" of breasts – they were substantially too large for her frame; and by an admission that Michael had participated in a brutal assault on another guy who had admired Rachel. 

"Is this her first time to go to church?" Sue asked quietly. 

"Her third, but she's never cried like this. I wonder what's wrong?" Sue wondered if the young mother had undergone prenatal counseling.

"Maybe she's just becoming aware of things," Sue said. "Babies know more than you think. You seemed really tense coming into the sanctuary. Maybe she sensed it." 

Rachel almost broke out bawling.

"Grades come out this week and I'm in danger of flunking two classes. My dad will kill me."

"Have you ever flunked?" Sue asked. "Is this your first year in high school?"

"No, and yes," Rachel said. "Geometry isn't my thing and I hate health class. I'm not doing well in P.E., either."

"Are they teaching sex education in health class, I wonder?" Sue asked.

"The abstinence-only program."

Sue had taken the baby and rocked her back and forth. She handed her back to her mother and spoke. "I believe in that program, strongly, but it doesn't stop everything and it doesn't tell you what happens if you have a baby or catch something bad, or both. Do they offer parenting classes?"

"No," Rachel said flatly. 

Sue looked at little Megan. She appeared to be dozing off.

"Do you want to go back inside or find a bench out here and sit for a minute?" Sue asked. "I'm not used to services like these. I'm here as a favor to a couple of friends. The woman I'm with and someone else." She didn't mention the name Michael Gibson Junior. 

"Do you go to church?"

"Ashby Square Unitarian Church. It's a big difference. I like the music a lot up here. You sang the hymns really well."

"I was in the junior high choir, and then ..." 

"Anybody know you were going to have her?" Sue asked, gently. 

"People talked," Rachel said bitterly.

Sue just looked at Megan. She looked tiny even for three months. 

"Did she arrive on time, or early?"

"Two months premature," Rachel said sadly. "She was in NICU for a month. I'd never even heard of NICU. It cost my mom and dad a fortune."

"And you were back in school during that ... pretending nothing happened?"

"Mom and Dad thought it was a good idea."

Sue wondered what to say. She opted for the truth.

"I told you I was here because of a friend. Linda told you about Erin, but I'm here because of someone else. Someone who said some things about you."

"Who?"

"It's confidential for now, because it's really police business."

Puzzlement spread all over Rachel's face.

"Someone lured someone else into an alley a year or so ago and beat him up really bad. I don't know who they are. But my friend told me it was about you." Sue paused. 

"I found this out by accident," she continued. "I don't think a formal sheriff's investigation would lead to anything. But if that guy thinks he can get away with that, he'll think he can get away with anything. Anything at all."

Tears ran down Rachel's face. She spoke.

"Such as getting me ...?" She looked at Megan.

Sue wanted to hug the teenager. She didn't. "Did he?"

"Christmas break. I didn't really want to, but ..." Sue held up her hand.

"You said people talked. I heard one of those people. That person said you, quote, 'must have' had an abortion. So some people don't know about her?"

Rachel decided against bawling because it might startle Megan. Sue pulled a pack of tissues out of her purse, tore it open and handed Rachel the whole batch. She needed most of them.

"I was going to. My mom took me to the clinic. There were a lot of protesters there. I got scared and left. Soon ... it was too late to go back."

Sue thought this out. "And now you're in denial about being a mom? Does your mom take care of her when you're in school?"

Rachel sighed sadly. "She took family leave from her job. I try to be there as much as I can, but I don't think I have what it takes."

Sue frowned. "It's a bit early to be self-judgmental. I've seen a lot of mothers and fathers who don't take care of their children, and usually it's just because they don't want to, not because they can't."

Rachel replied: "I have to stay in school until I'm sixteen, and then I guess I'll drop out and get a job. I don't know if I'll move out of the house or not. I saved money babysitting, but I've heard how much it costs to raise a child."

"Don't drop out," Sue said flatly. "Do Not Drop Out. Get a job you can do alongside your schoolwork, take time to take care of her, but get an education. The difference is incredible."

"That's just it, I may not have time to," Rachel replied. "My dad wants to kick me out of the house as soon as I'm old enough to work full-time."

Sue frowned. "He could do that, I suppose. What does your mom say?"

Rachel shook her head. "She's not that hard, but she knows I did something really bad. I don't think she'll ever forgive me."

Sue let one corner of her mouth go upward. "David seems happy enough to be an uncle. Anybody else in your family who at least doesn't disapprove?"

Rachel smiled. "David's a brat. He teased me and bugged me for I don't know how long. But he'd stand up for me if he could. Then there's my grandma Mimi. She's nice. But she's sick a lot."

Sue genuinely smiled. "Both my grandmas stood up for me, and my mom's mom spoiled me rotten. I had a lot of problems with my dad when I hit puberty. He really didn't know what to do with me." Another thought. "Do your mom and dad think they'll be blamed for not raising you right?"

"I ... I don't think that's it. They sort of love Megan, and they'll take me and her with them when they go places. I ... I just think I'm all to blame. I should stand up. Be a woman. Take responsibility."

Sue swung her head back and forth in disapproval. "You'd never come up with that line on your own. They drilled it into your head. You don't look like a girl who would smoke, drink, do drugs or cut classes. You taught yourself to avoid those things because you felt they were wrong and you also followed your parents. But you did do something and seven months later Megan came along, and I don't even think you believe God will forgive you."

"No ... He won't." It was almost inaudible, but it was there.

Sue just looked at Rachel. "From God's mouth to your ear, or vice versa?" 

Rachel flushed crimson. Sue softened her tone.

"Any time you go into a religious service, anywhere, any religion, you ask to talk with God. And any religion anywhere will tell you God listens. Christianity tells you ... well, you know what happened for you and everyone else. I'm not saying everyone everywhere will go to heaven, but I will say no sin is unforgivable if you trust God to forgive it."

Rachel looked Sue in the eye. "People do a lot of bad things."

Sue looked back. "We have people quit the Sheriff's Department every year because they've seen too much evil. If not for Linda, I'd quit too. But is that a sin? No. It's just an acknowledgment that no one – no one – is perfect."

Rachel said: "Ma'am ... can I tell you something?"

"I'll do everything I can to be nonjudgmental," Sue assured her.

Rachel let tears run down her face. "My mom took me to that ... abortion clinic without telling my dad."

"Was it her idea?" Sue asked.

"Y-yes. Dad didn't know I was pregnant. Mom didn't want him to find out."


Another Chat



Sue paused to digest this. She went to another topic. 

"You said there were protesters outside? Can you tell me what they said?"

"A lot of them called me a ... slut, a ... whore. I'm pretty sure I heard baby killer in there too. There was some shouting. One guy shushed them and walked to the curb and lined up a bunch of pamphlets. I'd have had to step over them to get on the sidewalk. When I saw them, I just broke out crying, turned around and ran right back to the car."

"How old were you then?"

"Fourteen. Fifteen now. Her and my birthdays are a week apart."

Sue nodded. "The age doesn't really matter, but you were still a little girl in a lot of ways. So am I. I wouldn't have gone into that clinic either."

Rachel looked down at the sleeping baby. "I could give her up for adoption."

Sue nodded. "It might be very good for her ... not every family is good, but there are a lot of really loving moms and dads just here in Jackson County. One question, though. Would it help you any?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've told me about your mom and dad, and I know kids at school. I don't think they'll treat you any better if you don't have Megan around. Some people will still talk behind your back, some people will ... assume things about you, and some people will just plain say you are bad."

Pause. Sue mulled it over and spoke.

"The boy who told me about you was Mikie Gibson. He talked like a teenage boy talks. But somewhere in there, he honestly felt something for you. It sounded like you were his friend. It sounded like you could be again."

Confusion reigned over Rachel's face. She didn't know what to say.

And then Linda came out into the foyer, walking briskly and frowning.

"Did you know how long you were gone? It's five to twelve. Rachel, your mom and dad are getting really antsy. I think you'd better go back inside and get ready to go with them."

Rachel nodded. She gathered up Megan and walked to the sanctuary door. Before going inside, though, she gestured Linda over and they exchanged a few words. Linda looked puzzled, then mulled it over and said something back. Rachel went on inside and Linda came over to Sue, taking her arm and leading her toward the exit door. Sue spoke.

"Thanks for helping out." Sue wasn't being sarcastic; she was glad Rachel's parents hadn't come looking for their daughter themselves.

"A word of warning," Linda said. "Rachel's dad figured out the nature of our relationship and muttered the word dyke loud enough for me to hear it."

"Sounds like a hard man is bad to find," Sue mumbled. Then, audibly: "What did you and she talk about in that last minute? Can I ask?"

"Absolutely. She wanted to come to tonight's service and listen to Erin. She said there's a rumor going around that Erin might be named youth minister. And she said something about could Mikie Gibson come tonight too?"

Mikie Gibson was Catholic, so Sue gave a "What do you think?" look to Linda. Linda gave a "Do you think it's a good idea?" look in response. Sue nodded.

"I'll call Mike and Pat and see if Mikie's got a lot of homework – you know how they are about that. As for going to a Protestant church, I get the feeling they wouldn't mind – might even drop by themselves to hear Erin." Linda got out her cell phone as they walked out onto the church sidewalk.

"LINDA! LOOK!"

Sue pointed in the distance to a column of black smoke, building like a thunderhead. Linda ran to her sport utility vehicle, waved Sue over, opened the door and got in. Linda activated her police radio and hit the talk button.

"Dispatch, this is Inspector Shannon, do you copy?"

"Go ahead, Inspector."

"I have a visual on a smoke cloud that appears to be a petroleum-based fire, located somewhere in the medical district. Do you have any information?"

"Affirmative. A three-alarm fire at" -- the dispatcher gave the address. "Firefighter units are there now. Hold, please." Linda waited while the dispatcher took another call and returned to her.

"Firefighter squad reports the fire is suspected arson. Witnesses saw three suspects throwing what are believed to be Molotov cocktails at the building. Arson investigators have been notified."

"Please give me the address again." Linda started the car and activated the police lights. She turned to Sue. "It's the Sanger Clinic." 

"Oh, dear God," Sue moaned in prayer. "Rachel nearly had an abortion there, but protesters scared her off."

Linda seemed to have three hands: for the gearshift, for the wheel and one for her mike. "Please give me the names of the ranking firefighter and ranking police officer on scene. Sergeant Adams and I are en route to take information. E.T.A. seven minutes."

Sue prayed silently as the startled Davis family watched the SUV make a hairpin turn and take off.

*

By the time Linda arrived on the scene, the firefighters had set up a perimeter around the blazing clinic and had brought out chemical flame retardants to attack the fire. Sheriff's Lieutenant Will Connors towered over his car, taking notes from a fire captain. He greeted Linda and Sue in a booming voice, and asked what they were doing there.

"We both go to this clinic," Linda replied, "and we had just interviewed a patron who talked about an anti-abortion demonstration this past spring. When I checked in, the report strongly suggested arson."

"The report was right," Connors replied. "At least two witnesses so far have said they saw three males, probably juveniles, walk up to clinic windows with liquor bottles in their hands, count down, light wicks on the bottles and throw them through. What's more, they did it again and again, nine bottles in all."

"Skinheads?" Linda wondered. As Jackson County grew, gang violence became increasingly serious. 

"Don't rule it out, Inspector. I'd appreciate you calling on the detective divisions to cooperate on this." Connors turned back to the fire captain, who watched as a team cautiously entered the building. 

Sue, standing at Linda's vehicle, was the first to sense something was wrong. She couldn't articulate it later, but either she saw something up on the roof or she heard a creaking sound. She ran toward the fire captain, screaming for him to get his men out of there.

A section of the roof caved in. Inside, a ceiling beam gave way under heat stress and became a deadly pendulum. Even from outside, the captain, Linda and Connors heard a sickening thud.

Connors grabbed each woman with one hand and half carried them well away from the scene. A rescue unit and two paramedics bolted into action. After a minute or two, one of the advance team came out of the building leaning against a rescue worker's shoulder. He was in shock, but not badly injured. 

A few minutes later, the rescue squad brought out the second man. He was strapped in and braced, but bleeding horribly from ears, nose and mouth.

Sue turned away and nearly ruined her beautiful dress. Linda left her for the moment and got as close to the young man as she could. She saw that he could see her. She said, "Don't worry. Everything's going to be all right."  

The man smiled, but it was the last conscious thing he did in his life. The paramedics sprang into action as Linda backed away.

Connors had gone over to Sue, who was on her hands and knees, and bent down next to her. Linda joined them. 

"It doesn't look good," Linda said. She hugged Sue in a motherly fashion, absorbing the younger woman's shock and horror as best she could. With Connors' help, Sue and Linda rose to their feet.

"Do we know if anyone else might have been in that building?" Linda asked.

"Not yet," Connors replied. "It may take some time. My guess is no, because the 'perps' pulled it off in broad daylight on a Sunday morning without being challenged. When we catch them, I will talk to them."

"Don't step out of line, Lieutenant. I'll get Captain Gibson [Patricia, the detective captain] to assign interrogators to the suspects. If this is a terrorist attack, our using terroristic methods will make things a whole lot worse. And don't think, 'Whatever you say, boss.' I just finished talking to a frightened young woman at a crossroads, and she's going to find out about this, and I don't want her trust in the police broken."

Connors got his temper under control. "All right, Inspector." He looked at Sue. "Sergeant Adams, right? Is this your first time to witness a homicide?"

"I've seen lots of victims after the fact, but to see a man die in front of me ... no. I was with Inspector Shannon when a juvenile shot her and I shot him. He fled and hid out, and turned the gun on himself. That was horrifying, but at least other officers found him and then Inspector Shannon recovered."

Connors nodded. "It never gets any easier. Inspector, why don't you and the Sergeant go home and I'll contact you first thing tomorrow morning with the info for Detective Squad?"

"Request granted," Linda replied. "But don't hesitate to call me, and expect a call from me. I can't tell you why just yet, but our info paths might cross."

"Translation: you may have a lead already?" Connors asked. 

"More like a tenth-hand rumor at this point. Still, if the citizens trust the police, it may lead to something concrete."

Linda hugged Sue again as Connors said goodbye and went back to the fire captain. He realized the victim had been clinically dead since that last smile.

*

Five hours later, now dressed in moderately nice pants outfits, Linda and Sue climbed back into the SUV and headed for the Gibson household. When they got there, all five Gibsons still living at home greeted them and decided to come along. Mikie and his younger twin brothers had lots of questions about the church music, while Mike Senior asked questions about prayer and the message and what rituals were involved. Pat, a former Protestant who had converted while courting Mike, mostly just smiled. 

"Baptists and Catholics have a lot of the same core values," Linda explained to the boys. "You take Communion and it's the body and blood of Christ; they take the Lord's Supper and it's purely symbolic, grape juice and crackers. They baptize by immersion and the believer asks to be baptized. There are lots of things you can believe if you want to. Baptists reach out and try to be friendly to people. I think they'll really welcome you."

"Rachel's house is on the corner over there," Mikie pointed out. "Why don't you check in and make sure she's coming?"

As it turned out, there was no need to call. Rachel, her mom and her dad stood on the front porch in the gathering gloom. They didn't hear the vehicle pull up and park, because Rachel's dad was talking. Rather heatedly.

"I don't really care if they are sheriff's deputies. I don't want two lesbians taking my daughter anywhere."

Mr. Davis went on in this vein for several more sentences. In the interim, Mike Gibson Senior quietly opened his door and walked up behind Mr. Davis. 

"Would you mind repeating that? I heard it but I'd like to confirm it."

The two men belonged to the same Kiwanis Club chapter, and Mike had a distinctive voice. Davis turned around and looked at Mike.

"What I said was that I don't want her associating with lesbians. They might give her ideas, or ..."

"Let me finish your thought," Mike said. He took his time to look Davis in the eye and launched into a speech he had thought out long before.

"I have a wife, two daughters, three sons, one grandchild so far, and an ex-girlfriend who helped me raise my daughters. She's one of those gay women. I've known her longer than I've known my wife, and my wife became her best friend through work and got me to befriend her again. On my honor and theirs, if any person in that van committed a sex crime, or tried to 'convert' a straight person to gayness, that person would be imprisoned and disowned by every other person in there. You ask them."

Davis didn't like what he heard, but he also didn't want to openly disagree with a Sheriff's Department Deputy Inspector. He stalled.

"How come you're with them?"

"They invited me and my family to join that lady's son and daughter in worship and fellowship. The specifics may not fit my style, but it's an honor to be considered part of the family and to go on an outing with them. They'd like to extend Rachel the same courtesy."

"So who's with you?" Davis asked.

"My wife and our three sons. I understand my oldest boy wants to apologize to Rachel for several things he's said or done, and I would appreciate his getting the chance."

Davis decided to let the sleeping dog lie. He turned to Rachel. "All right, but you be back by –"

"Nine," Mike said for him. "The whole family is going to eat at Pizza Deluxe, and I'm picking up the tab." 

Rachel turned pleading eyes to Mike, looking for whatever reassurance he could give. Mike looked at Davis.

"All right, Mr. Gibson, as long as you and your family watch out for her," Davis finally said. Then, to Rachel: "Is your homework complete?"

"Yes, Dad. Promise. You can look at it if you like."

"Could we take the baby too?" Mike asked. "My daughter lent us the infant seat she used for our granddaughter."

Davis frowned, but agreed. Mike shook his hand, and then formally shook Rachel's hand. "It's nice to meet you, Rachel. Mike Junior has said nice things about you."

Rachel didn't know what to say.

*

It didn't take long to get to church, so Mikie and Rachel hadn't talked much. Mikie and his brothers were fascinated by baby Megan. Mikie talked about his niece, Tricialeigh Wilson, who had been born when Mikie was nine and his brothers were four. Bobby and Danny made faces – not scary ones, or at least not too scary – at Megan. 

The kids and teenagers were in the back; the adults further front. Pat, Mike, Linda and Sue had talked about splitting after church, so Linda could ride with her son and daughter in their car and Sue would drive the SUV. They had agreed to get a huge booth at the restaurant and let people talk among themselves, letting the twins go off and play in the arcade.

At the church, the three oldest adults sat with Bobby and Danny; Sue sat in the next pew between Mikie and Rachel, with Megan within easy reach. 

In the set-up phone conversation earlier that afternoon, Sue had quizzed Mikie about the school schedule. The thirty-six weeks of school were broken up into three quarters, each quarter broken up into two six-week patterns. This was the tenth week of the first quarter. Anyone who flunked a class during a six-week period was ineligible for extra-curricular activities during the next six weeks, but could continue in the class and hope to raise the overall average high enough to get a passing grade for the quarter. (Very helpful for football jocks, since the first quarter ended shortly before the playoffs.) Sue asked if students could add or drop classes, not counting essentials such as English, math, the sciences, and history, between quarters. The answer was yes. 

Sue had a plan. After hearing Rachel sing, Linda had agreed to go along with it. Mikie knew the high-school choir director through a friend, who had heard him sing and had encouraged him to audition. Mikie had declined, but liked concerts and had heard Rachel sing many times in junior high. Some of his friends sang in choir and some of them were planning to drop out. After hearing the plan, he had agreed to at least give it a shot if Rachel did. Mikie's parents, who loved music, were situated directly behind Rachel so they could hear her during the hymns and the praise songs. 

As usual with Baptist churches, the service started out with baptism by immersion ("if you ain't been dunked, you is sunk"). An old associate pastor performed the ceremony high up behind the choir. Mike Gibson Senior looked amused when one of the new believers coughed and spluttered, but Linda silenced him with a look. 

The church passed out the Lord's Supper. The Gibsons looked at the crackers and grape juice, looked at each other, and partook. Linda smiled. 

Erin delivered the "message" and did a great job, in her mother's estimation. Linda's son Joe, who arrived late and squeezed in next to his mom, looked even happier. Linda looked over at her guests, wanting to make sure they weren't bored to tears by the long service. Mike and Pat were smiling and holding hands. The two youngest boys got a little fidgety, but Erin had incorporated some humor into her message with some stories about kids she had worked with, and the twins relaxed. 

Finally, after an hour and a half, the recessional music played. Linda and Joe signaled the others to come behind them as they made their way to the pulpit. Linda gave Erin a hug to remember and then turned her over to Joe. They conferred among themselves, and then Linda gave her keys to Sue and said she'd meet them.

Half an hour later, with an hour remaining on Rachel's time frame, the group made its way into the family restaurant. They went through the buffet line, with the twins getting stuff they could eat quickly so they could go to the arcade. They went into the big family room and took up a large booth. 

Linda, Joe and Erin arrived late. Linda looked more than a little dazed. When Mike went pick up her check, he saw her putting a copy of a medical report into her purse. Mike looked quizzical until he saw Erin beaming. Linda didn't say anything; she just turned to her long-ago boyfriend and hugged him until even he couldn't take any more. Mike didn't say anything either, but as a grandfather himself he had a really good idea what the medical report said. He decided to keep his mouth shut for a while.

Sue and Mikie flanked Rachel, who was bottle-feeding Megan before eating her own pizza. Mikie spoke first.

"I'm really glad you had her."

Rachel looked worried. "We were thinking about giving her up for adoption. My mom talked to some possible parents. But when she was born so early and had to spend a month in the hospital, they backed out."

Sue spoke gently: "Could you still give her up?"

Rachel's eyes were wet. "I know I should, but ... I really feel like a mom. You don't know how much I love her and care for her."

By this time Linda came over and heard Rachel's end of the conversation. "Don't always say we don't know. When I went through my divorce, I lost Joe and his sister Miriam. I didn't see them for more than twenty years. My ex-husband was convinced I was married to my job and that I was in too much danger, so he put out a restraining order keeping me from any contact at all with them. Their dad ... their dad didn't teach them to hate me. Miriam was the older one; she decided to hate me on her own. 

"After they were grown, I still didn't see them until Sue, and Pat and Mike and their daughter Carol got the restraining order vacated and found out how to contact them. And even then it took a long time to convince Miriam that I wasn't a nasty, neglectful, abandoning mother."

Sue stared Linda in the eye. "Do you have to tell her all that?"

Linda puddled up, but didn't back down. "Yes. It was right at the time to give them up. That didn't stop the hurt. Mike helped with that, and later Pat, and later you and Carol. Rachel, I believe you need what I found. People to be your friends, to help you go on with life with or without her."

Mikie had stayed silent, looking at his friend and the baby. But he spoke.

"Rachel ... you and I used to be buddies."

Rachel replied. "Not a lot."

Mikie countered. "No, not a lot. But I always thought you were nice. Not that kind of 'nice,' just someone I liked talking with and someone who liked me. I don't like the way it is now."

Sue looked Rachel in the eye and spoke before Rachel could. "He's trying to say he's sorry for anything he said and did. He told me about that. I don't want to repeat it and I know he doesn't."




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Mike cut in. "She's right. I'm sorry. I really do like you. I just ..."

Rachel looked at Mikie. "Just what?"

Mikie took a deep breath. "I don't want to do ... those kinds of things with you. I don't want to be your boyfriend and I don't want to be her daddy." He stopped, knowing that his parents were looking at him across the table. Rachel ventured a glance at Pat and Mike. They were very quiet.

Rachel finally spoke. "That's OK, I guess. I don't want a boyfriend anyway and I don't need a daddy for her. Not after ..."

Linda cut in. "Who was the guy who ..." waving her hands to indicate the father of Rachel's child.

"Billy Andrews. I heard he beat up another guy who liked me."

"Did you tell him about being pregnant?"

"He said I deserved it, that I should have been on the pill, and I was a lousy lover – that's not the word he used ..."

Say no more. All the adults, including Joe and Erin, had dark expressions on their faces. Joe spoke up.

"Did he ever acknowledge he was the ... father?"

As flat a tone as you can get. "No. But he was."

Joe looked around at the police officers. "The law could require him to take a DNA test and pay child support, but I'll bet he doesn't have a dime of his own and it would be a long, nasty court battle to get money from his family."

Erin chimed in. "So either you put her up for adoption or you try to raise her on your own. Or maybe some people help you."

"How?" Linda asked.

Erin looked at her mother. "If I get the youth minister job, I have some freedom to set up programs for you and for her."

Sue had been thinking long and hard. "And I have some financial resources."

Rachel looked terrified. "My mom and dad would never let me take handouts. And I don't want them anyway."

Sue shook her head. "Not money slapped in your hand, welfare-mom style. My dad got a big settlement from the county many years ago. Since then, it's been tied up in a trust – the courts were afraid my dad would blow it all. But if the church sets up programs, I can ask the administrators of the trust to help fund those programs."

Erin looked at Sue. "What kinds of programs?" 

Sue had run through a list with Linda, Pat and Mike during the afternoon. "Day care and education for tiny tots, for one." Erin nodded approvingly. "Church-sponsored activities for teens, for another." Another nod. "Programs for teenage parents to help them deal with their children. Study-assistance programs, programs for getting into college and getting grants and loans. Job-search programs for working moms and dads." 

Erin took over. "Believe me, Rachel, there are more teenage pregnancies than you'd want to try to count. I taught high school for two years and I saw girls with two or three kids. I can't help them all, but I can start with you."

And finally Mikie had his say. "Rachel, I know it's tough, but would you go back into choir? If you do, I promise to help you with your homework."

Rachel actually laughed. "That is such a pick-up line."

Mike Senior shook his head. "Not in our house it isn't. I studied engineering in the Marines, so I know a lot about geometry, algebra, even calculus. When my kids wanted to be police officers, I told them they might be assigned to S.W.A.T. like me, and they needed to know a lot about angles and trajectories – sharpshooter fire, you know, plus scaling walls and breaking down doors. Mikie spends three extra hours a week learning from me, and I'm sure he can tell you what you need to know."

"P.E. is tougher," Pat chimed in, "but this old man of mine [twinkle in her eyes] went through basic training and later taught it. And Linda taught me enough self-defense moves to take out two or three tough men barehanded. I can take you to the practice fields and work on exercises for you."

"That still leaves health class," Megan said uncertainly.

"All bad things must come to an end," Linda said softly. "My friend Pete Moskow – he's a videographer who helps the department - flunked health class because he really disliked his teacher and she wound up disliking him. But he took it again from another teacher and got an A. I don't know if you're like him or not, but either you can transfer to another health teacher, or the sex-education section will end and you can learn some new things."

Before Rachel could respond, Mikie chimed in with a worried expression.

"Do you know the choir director? Mr. Johnson? I hear he's really tough."

It was true. Steve Johnson was a good man, but a driven one, prone to giving printable but very temperamental lectures to students. In rehearsal, he had once conducted the choir through an entire number while a student he had dismissed for the day apologized, and then screamed, at him. He had also taken some students figuratively behind the woodshed to light into them for being too distracted by other things, particularly if they were really talented. His choirs were well-represented in state competitions, but he had burned himself out of several positions. He was Pete Moskow's friend from his first teaching position, and Pete was the family friend who had encouraged Mikie to audition for the choir. Pat and Mike didn't really know Pete, but he had worked with Linda's investigative unit for years. Pat asked Linda to clarify Pete's position, and to call him and inquire about Johnson.

Linda's cell phone buzzed. Most of the people at the table laughed. Pat continued: "I don't mean right now."

Linda looked at the caller ID, frowned, and excused herself. She signaled Sue to come with her. The two women headed for the ladies' room, with Linda telling the caller to hold until she could put the cell phone on speaker.

"Lieutenant Connors, I have Sergeant Adams with me. Go ahead."

"I'm calling from the emergency room at County General," the voice boomed. "One of our suspects is dead."

"Dead? How? And how do you know he's a suspect?"

"Self-inflicted asphyxiation. He hanged himself. The paramedics found a note in his clothing. It's a confession to throwing the gasoline bombs." 

Linda and Sue stopped breathing for a few seconds. Then Linda spoke. 

"Sergeant Adams, will you take our party back to their homes? I'll borrow my son's car and drive up to the hospital. E.T.A. fifteen minutes."

*

The sport utility vehicle was big, but not that big. It took some creative arranging for five grownups, four teenagers and a baby to fit. Finally Sue got the vehicle going, driving it back to Rachel's house two minutes before nine o'clock. Rachel spent more than a minute crawling over boys' legs and getting out the infant carrier before she could go in. There was no chance to say a real goodbye.

"Do you think she'll go for it? Any of it?" Mikie leaned way forward to ask Erin and Sue. 

"Can't tell for now," Erin replied. "I had about four girls with babies in my classes, and they all reacted differently. Two resented losing their social lives, one was tired all the time because her baby was sick, and the other one tried but had trouble passing classes."

Mike looked at Erin. "What got you to give up teaching and start preaching?"

Erin grinned. "This old man of mine made a good enough salary that I didn't have to teach," she said, playfully punching Joe's arm. "Beyond that, my mentor teacher quit after my first year – burnout. Everybody complained about the students and how poorly they were brought up. One reason I married Joe was he was such a good listener while I complained; another was he could hug me and reassure me. But still, something was missing. 

"At a revival meeting three years ago, I went down and rededicated my life to serving the Lord. Joe asked me how I wanted to do that, we talked from sundown to sunup, and we finally agreed that I loved the kids I taught but not the way they'd learned core values. He said, why not become a youth minister? I said, why not indeed?"

Joe smiled. Then he looked at his watch. 

"Sue, did Mom tell you how long she'd be away? I hate to ask 'Mom, can I borrow the car,' but I've got to head for Augusta in the morning to meet with opposing counsel and I really don't want to take a little puddle-jumper flight. I'm still waiting for my bags from the last one."

Sue, who had not told the others about the arson at the abortion clinic, took out her cell phone and punched in Linda's number. Before she hit the send button, she asked the Gibsons if they minded calling in over the next day or two to work out strategies for Rachel. Mikie agreed. Sue smiled.

*

Lieutenant Connors was having a tough time keeping things under control as he talked to Sean Simpson's mom and heard her repeated, emphatic denials that her son was an arsonist-murderer. He clutched Sean's suicide note firmly and refused to let her read it. Mrs. Simpson was threatening to sue the county when Linda Shannon strode into the emergency room. She introduced herself and commiserated with the woman on the loss of her son. Then she asked exactly what had happened.

"Sean was watching the game when we got home from lunch," the tearful mother said. "The postgame show ran way long. He was going to get a video when a news bulletin came on. They had pictures of this burning building and they said a man was dead."

Linda nodded. "I was there when the man got killed. If we hadn't known the building was torched, it would have been a terrible accident."

"Sean watched a minute or two and then ran into his room," Mrs. Simpson continued. "I didn't know anything was wrong. Then, around six, his sister asked if we had seen him. I thought I heard a thump-thump-thump sound like somebody kicking the wall ..." and she broke down in tears.

Connors took Linda aside and finished the grim tale. "Eventually the kicking stopped. Then the lady there went into his room and found him in the closet. He had wrapped his dad's belt around his neck and a clothes rod. His dad got him down and performed C-P-R, and his heart started beating again, but they pronounced him dead shortly before I called you."

Linda bowed her head and was silent for a minute. She looked over at the mother, then back to Connors. "Does she know what's in the note?"

Connors shook his head no. "The paramedics found it in his pockets while they were transporting him. I took it as evidence."

Linda's mouth set in a grim line. "Check it for prints and do a field DNA test, then photocopy it and give her the copy." She looked at the emergency-room clock. "'And topping tonight's News at Eleven, a firefighter and a suspected arsonist are dead after a blaze at a women's clinic today.' I'm surprised the reporters aren't here already, and it won't be long before they show. Sergeant Adams and I have been through that perp's-family hell and this will be that much worse for the family."

"All right," Connors said, "I'll give the family a copy and tell them to go somewhere out of the way, and get the Information Officer over here."

"Good," Linda replied. "Make several photocopies. I want to look at the note myself and see if it implicates anybody else. I may also ask the mother if she sees any hidden meaning in what he said."

"It's hardly a note," Connors replied. "It's twelve handwritten pages front and back. The kid would have gotten about a 30 from his English teacher."

"Stick a sock in it, Lieutenant," Linda replied. 

Connors wisely said nothing further. He showed Linda the letter, which she read over until she had memorized the text. Then he sealed it in an evidence bag and went to test it for DNA and prints.

Sue arrived about that time. She and Linda had a conference. After Sue briefly discussed Rachel's status, they got down to police business.

"Sean Simpson admits being one of three juveniles who bombed the Sanger Clinic. The other two, he said, are Chris Williams and Billy Andrews."

"The same?" Sue asked.

"The same," Linda replied. "Andrews appears to be the gang leader, but there's mention of a fourth name, Harry Lovell. I don't know him off the top of my head, but I think he's a leader of some kind of self-styled fundamentalist church. I'll get the FBI to look for a criminal record."

"Be quiet about it," Linda said. "I want the perps' asses on breakfast plates. I need evidence and a lot of it before I interrogate any suspects."

"What about the protest rally in the spring?" Sue asked. "Some of the protestors talked for the news cameras. You won't have to interrogate them; almost nobody will try to brazen out a capital-murder investigation."

"Good thinking, Sergeant," Linda said. "You just assigned yourself to that duty. In the meantime, let's talk to Mrs. Simpson. My motherly instincts are reasserting themselves."

*

As the investigation progressed, Mikie got to know Rachel all over again. He didn't talk to her much in school, but he made sure to smile and say something nice to her every time they met. The guys around him knew better than to make nasty comments about her. Mikie was going to be as big and strong as his dad. 

Mikie met Rachel after school several times during the first two weeks. It was among the few times when he was actually glad to have his mom or his dad around, because Rachel's mom wouldn't have let Rachel sit one on one with the Pope, much less a high-school freshman male. Linda and Sue came over sometimes too, to help Rachel with physical training. 

Rachel made the cut in health class by half a percentage point, white-knuckled through the final exam. But that was nothing compared to the audition for Mr. Johnson. His amiability in the empty choir room came naturally, but he permitted no one else to sit in. Fortunately, he allowed Rachel to choose her own songs, and she pulled out her junior-high selections and practiced on tone and breath quality. Through some legerdemain from other people, Mikie auditioned immediately after Rachel and heard her through the choir-office door. She looked about ready to collapse when she came out. 

Johnson never talked about auditions, but the look on his face when Mikie came in indicated Rachel had done very well indeed. Mikie, who had borrowed some of Rachel's selections for his own audition pieces, tried to have fun singing. Johnson seemed to like it. 

After Mikie left the choir room, Johnson got a phone call from Pete Moskow. 

"Okay, old boss, how did Rachel and Mike do?"

"Mike's okay as a second tenor. We're thin at that spot and I can use him for the rest of this year. But Rachel – Rachel's a thrush. In twenty-eight years of teaching, I've only had about a dozen second sopranos like her."

"Nice to hear," Pete said. "But what are the school district's ground rules for conducting rehearsals and extra lessons? If they're like they were back in Lubbock, you can't push anybody really hard unless they're on the football team or cheerleaders. And I've seen you get pretty mad at students."

"Yeah," Johnson sighed. "There was the time I took a senior into a back room and just lectured her up and down for trying to do choir and theater at once. If anybody had found out about that ..."

"I know about that incident; she told me many years later," Pete replied. "She gave up both choir and theater and drifted for a long time before becoming a teacher. I know you too well to accuse you of sexual harassment, but you lean too hard on a kid that age and they can break."

"Well, I'll wait until the third quarter before I audition her for Chamber Singers," the competitive choir. "All-State auditions will be over by then and she can get a head start on competitive singing before next year."

"There's one other thing she probably didn't tell you," Pete said. Pause. "She's a mom."

Johnson fell silent. Then he asked: "How do you know?" 

"I work for the Sheriff's Department as their video coordinator. They showed one of my programs to her junior-high anti-drug council, and she had lots of good questions for me. Her family is really down on her, and all these extracurricular activities will make her look like a neglectful mom."

Johnson frowned. "I have two ex-wives and four kids. I know a lot about being accused of neglect. But if she's going to learn, she'll have to study."

"And earn a living, sooner or later. Do you know any people at the bookstores or music stores, where she could be a sales girl part-time? Something where she could study between customers, maybe get child care."

Johnson thought, and then named a few places. Then he had questions.

"Do you think her head's on right? Would she get another boyfriend and have another baby, and then drop out? Can she concentrate when she has to and put this out of her mind when she has to do something else? I remember you were pretty obsessive yourself during your junior and senior years, trying to do choir and the paper and a bunch of things at once."

Pete shrugged. "I don't know her at all. My guess is she doesn't know herself. Do you have some non-judgmental kids in choir, people who can accept her as a friend and sing along with her? I don't know what your program is, but maybe for the end-of-year show you could get a group of them together for some of the numbers."

"I can," Johnson said. "From what you've told me about Mike, he's a talented singer too. Any chance of his joining her in Chamber Singers?"

"I'll try," Pete said. "Music isn't his main goal ... he comes from a family of cops and I know he wants to be one himself, but his so-called aunt is a former ballerina and adores all kinds of music, especially the choral etudes from competition. I think she can get him to stay with it until graduation. He's on some athletic teams, but I know you've had dozens of cheerleaders in choir and you know they work harder than the players at singing. The odds are better than 50-50 that they'll both stay."

"Good enough," Johnson said. 

Three days later both Rachel and Mikie got notes saying they would be invited to join freshman choir at the start of the next quarter. Mikie asked Linda and Sue to accompany him over to Rachel's house. The skilled police interrogators were skilled persuaders, and Johnson had sweetened the pot by getting Rachel a trainee position at a music store, effective next summer. Rachel joined the competition choir the following February.

*

That left the investigation into the bombing of the arson clinic. Sean Simpson's deathbed confession had named Chris Williams and Billy Andrews as his colleagues in the attack, but hadn't mentioned any other names. Linda and Sue met with Sean's mom several more times. They agreed to keep Sean's name out of the papers and let him be buried with his good name intact, in return for any evidence she could find linking him with Bible-thumping extremists. They also hunted for hard evidence against Williams and Andrews, who had been by Sean's home a few times before that Sunday.

Finally, three weeks later, Linda and Sue got warrants for Williams and Andrews, who were booked into the Juvenile Detention Center. The officers didn't even have to raise their voices to Williams, who signed a full confession. But Williams didn't know who had been the guiding spirit behind the program. Andrews had talked to somebody.

It was time to talk to Billy Andrews, but there was a little spade work to be done. First, Linda spoke with the District Attorney. Then she talked to a lawyer with a well-earned reputation for helping out the indigent. Linda didn't want Andrews off the hook because of an incompetent public defender. 

Billy and his attorney met for the first time in the interrogation room. Linda and Sue watched through the glass. They had found out Billy was a smoker, so they provided him with an ashtray and watched as he dragged on cigarettes he had bartered in juvenile detention. The attorney studied him with distaste, as planned.

The attorney knew the cops were going to wait for a long time before they came in. Billy didn't. 




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Finally the attorney said: "Did you do it?"

"Do what?" 

"What they're accusing you of. You sure don't have to tell them if you did or didn't. You don't have to tell God Himself, much less me, but it'll make my job a lot easier if I know what kind of defense I have to put up."

Billy sneered. "Yeah, right. Look at the one-way mirror. Damn place is probably wired for sound."

"You watch a lot of Law & Order reruns, do you?" The attorney didn't expect an answer. Instead, he gave a throat-cutting gesture with his hand.

Sure enough, the lights inside the room dimmed. On the other side of the glass, the lights came up. Linda and Sue stood there. Linda went to a microphone and spoke.

"You're a good guesser, kid. When we come in there, there'll be someone else in this room, watching us to make damn sure we don't try to beat a confession out of you." Then she pushed a button.

Billy let out a curse directed at cops. Linda cupped her hand to her ear, indicating she couldn't hear him. She turned the switch back on.

"We will be back in exactly thirty minutes, Counselor. If you see anyone entering this room, push the call button on the wall and we'll summarily bust that person on departmental charges. Have a nice chat." And with another flick of the switch, Linda and Sue exited the room, leaving the light on so Billy and the attorney could see no one else was there.

Billy lit up another cigarette and took a half-dozen puffs. He took it out and rolled it between his fingers.

"Do you think I did it?"

"Eyewitnesses placing you at the scene, a deathbed confession from another participant, probably forensic evidence from the gasoline bottles. I figure the deck is stacked about ten to one against you."

Billy had evidently watched the vintage movie The Terminator, because he let out with one of Schwarzenegger's more celebrated lines, and it wasn't "I'll be back." The lawyer just smiled.

"You think I haven't heard that one before? With a little adjustment, that's what's going to happen to you if you're found guilty. Just because you're too young for the death penalty doesn't mean they're not going to give you everything they can think of. You'll be in the juvenile system until you turn 18, and then they transfer you to adult prison. With credit for time served, you should be eligible for parole when you're about ... fifty-five."

Billy dragged so hard on his "fag" (he didn't know that was slang term for a cigarette, but he'd learn) that he choked. He coughed and spluttered. The lawyer let him recover and talked.

"It's a complete breach of ethics for me NOT to put up the best defense I can. But Southern juries are very bad about not believing the defendant unless he proves his innocence, rules of law be damned. Of course you didn't mean for a fireman to get killed, but the prosecutor will say you didn't care. That's enough to get you convicted of capital murder. Now, if you show them you did care, we can escape the automatic life sentence and we have a lot of wiggle room on how much time you do."

"What do you want from me?"

"Did you and your buddies do this on your own ... or did someone tell you to do it? You can tell me, or you can tell me and the cops. Choose one."

Billy thought about it. He had a good idea of what happened to jailhouse rats. Still ... he thought some more. The lawyer continued.

"Oh, by the way, when someone in slam offers you a fag, he's offering you a cigarette. But if he says it that way and you take the fag, then he and his buddies rape you. Takes one to want one."

Billy went white.

"Harlan Roberts," he blurted out. 

The attorney mulled it over. "Don't know the name."

"Deacon at my church. Owns an auto-parts and repair shop." Billy went into specifics as to the church and the auto place, and then spoke about Roberts. "That preacher man, Harry Lovell, came to the church and just ripped abortion clinics a new one. Roberts said 'Amen' all the way through the service. Later he called and offered me and the boys two hundred bucks apiece to torch that abortion clinic. Another five hundred if we torched it again when they rebuilt."

The attorney's face was grim. They had rebuilt the Sanger Clinic in a rented office building with guards on patrol, but apparently Roberts had figured out a way to go after it again. 

"You want me to keep this to myself, or do you want to tell the cops? If they bust him, they'll keep him out of your ass, at least."

Billy thought for a long time, but somewhere he had a heart and he really did regret the death of the firefighter.

"Call 'em in," he finally said.

*

Patrol Officer David Sutton spotted Roberts loading suspicious materials into his car and approached him. Roberts whipped out a handgun and fired. Luckily, he missed. Sutton, standing near his own car, launched himself over the hood and landed on the other side, drawing his own weapon but not firing because he had a good idea of what would happen if he missed. Roberts leaped into his car and sped off. Sutton radioed for backup. 

The ensuing high-speed chase ended when Roberts lost control of his car on a curve, smashed through a fence and headed for the largest and oldest pine tree in the county. The pursuing officers made a panic stop, with good reason. The tree survived the initial impact, but not the fireball which resulted from 40 gallons of gasoline and several detonators inside the trunk. The officers couldn't get within 15 steps of Roberts until long after the falling tree had crushed the car and had burned to ashes. They told each other he died on impact from the concussion. They hoped they were right.

*

Five and a half years later ...

Rachel Davis waited outside her apartment complex in Evanston, Illinois, for the school bus bringing Megan home from first grade. She always arranged her schedule so she could meet Megan and have an early supper with her before going to her job as a recording-studio music librarian. It was a good gig, but money could get pretty tight, even with a music scholarship to Northwestern University. 

The school bus arrived and Megan bounded down and ran to Rachel. 

"I sent you a postcard from school, Mommy. We cut construction paper into pretty shapes and Ms. Kleppa said she'd pay for the stamps."

Rachel hugged her little girl. She didn't hear much from home, and she and Megan had grown very close over the difficult years. Very few guys wanted to date a teenage mom, and she didn't want to date most of the guys who did. She and Mikie Gibson had stayed friends all through high school, but there had never been talk of a serious romance. 

Because Megan had vision problems from her time in the incubator, much of Rachel's money had gone toward helping her out. She got no real financial support from her dad, and money was always a sticking point. Still, she thought, she was glad she had this chance to further her music career. She liked her music teachers and had a mild crush on one of them, who had met Megan and had been extremely nice to her. 

She loved singing in karaoke competitions, enjoyed choir and private voice lessons, and had some chances of being a backup singer for the recording artists, including several from the symphony and opera. The rumor was going around that another TV show in the American Idol mode was coming up, and if it did they would certainly audition in Chicago. She had collections of many of that show's winners on CD and often bought their sheet music when she had spare change. Megan liked to accompany her on piano, though she needed special glasses to read the music.

"Do you think it got here already, Mommy?" Megan broke Rachel's reverie.

"I don't know, honey," Rachel said with a smile. "I haven't gone to the mailbox. Why don't we see what came?"

The two ladies went to the complex's mailboxes and opened one with Rachel's key. The card wasn't there – "When did she mail it?" - "This morning." - "Oh, it'll surely be here tomorrow."

But there was a notice that an oversized envelope was waiting in the main office. Mom walked and daughter skipped over there.

The envelope was labeled "FRAGILE" and was insured for a hefty sum. The clerk had had to sign a receipt for it, and handed Rachel a postcard asking her to sign as well, to be returned to the sender. Rachel did, and then carried it up to the small apartment.

There wasn't much to the apartment, a one-bedroomer with twin beds; a dinner table with two chairs; a couch, a coffee table and an old TV set and DVD player; but there was a piano in a little nook. The landlord, with some prompting and a good deal of Rachel's savings, had cut a hole in the wall to the next-door apartment and "borrowed" its closet. He had warmed to the idea of a little music room, and had soundproofed the closet at no extra charge. There was just enough room for the piano, its bench and a chair.

To this room Rachel retired. She often got sheet music shipped to her, in envelopes of that size, and she guessed this was the same. But she wondered about the fragility of the envelope. She sat on the piano bench and Megan sat on the chair.

First Rachel looked over the envelope. The handwriting was unfamiliar but definitely feminine. She looked at the address. It was hometown, a modest but clean neighborhood. The name read "Bridget O'Brien." That rang no bells. She did a double take when she saw an Irish postmark.

Rachel handled the envelope and determined there were sheets of paper of varying sizes on the outsides, and corrugated cardboard on the inside. The sender had pressed some pages together and used cardboard to protect them. Why some and not others?

Rachel went to get a kitchen knife, carefully slit the envelope and carried it back into the piano room. She reached in and placed the cardboard, which was also taped, on the piano stand and then pulled out the other items.

To her astonishment, there was a folder with two airline tickets and a substantial check, all in her name. Then she pulled out a smaller envelope and opened it. A formal invitation tumbled out. In very fancy type, it read:

"Michael and Patricia Gibson request the honour of your presence as their son

Michael James Gibson Junior

Is Bound in Marriage to

Bridget Mary O'Brien

Saturday, May 28th at 6 o'clock in the evening

[Name of the] Cathedral

Atlanta, Georgia"

After some information on the address, the note continued:

"Mr. Michael and Mrs. Patricia Gibson will renew their vows in the same ceremony on the occasion of their 25th anniversary as husband and wife."

Then, in Pat Gibson's handwriting:

"Bridget wants you to sing some Celtic songs at the ceremony. She made a special trip to Ireland, her homeland, to get the music. She's taking this invitation with her and will mail it with the songs. She wanted you to have the authentic sheets from her collection."

Rachel jumped up, handed the note to Megan and carried the cardboard back into the kitchen, where she oh-so-carefully separated the layers. What she saw took her breath away. The sheet music from some Celtic folk songs, including two love ballads, was printed on paper that must have been over two hundred years old. Some of it was in the original handwriting. Rachel liked to watch Antique Roadshow and strongly suspected these papers were worth a fortune. She clutched the papers to her chest and then laid them down. Unless Megan really needed the money, Rachel vowed, these were precious family heirlooms and she wouldn't sell them at any price. She mulled over the cost of a good safe-deposit box.

A little note fell out from between the pages. It had the same handwriting as on the main envelope. Rachel carried it back into the piano room and asked Megan to read it. Rachel's eyes were full of tears and she smilingly said Megan could see better than she could at this point.

"Dear Rachel," Megan sounded out, "You don't know me, but Mike has told me so much about you. He fell in love with me a long time ago, but he didn't know it until he met you. He never thought I would find him again, but I finally came back. Now I'm going to spend the rest of my life with him.

"Mike doesn't know I'm sending you these songs, but his mom and dad do. I guess you know about Linda, but we're going to get hold of Sue and invite her too. Linda's children and grandchildren will be there, and so will Mike's nieces and nephews. We've already invited your brother.

"Please, please do me the honour [Megan pronounced it on-our; her mom smilingly corrected her] of singing these songs as we join together. I've never hired a wedding singer before, so I hope the cheque [that took some doing for Megan to read it] is enough.

"Mike thinks you're his best friend aside from me and his family. I want to show my love for him by helping you however I can.

"Your newest friend,

"Bridget"

When Megan finished saying these lines, she looked over at her mom. "Why are you crying, Mommy?"

"Believe it or not," Rachel said, "I'm so happy I can cry. Except for when you were born, I've never been this happy."

Megan grabbed hold and hugged.

(The End)



Another Cheater Made Easy



I looked at Jim and thought about his curvy brunette wife, naked in their marriage bed, flat on her back, legs spread wide, waiting for me to crawl between them and fuck her. Her husband would be busy at work, busting his butt making a few dollars overtime, doing the warehouse job I was getting ready to assign him. While he was steering a forklift, moving pallets of goods, I'd be driving my cock into his pretty wife's pussy, using her for my pleasure. Not that Vicki minds being used. The bitch loves it. She's willing to do anything sexual, no matter how nasty.

Jim has no idea the faithful, loving wife of his mind is a lying, cheating slut in reality. Like a lot of men, he puts his wife up on a pedestal. Guys like me meet women like her down in the gutter when she isn't playing the role of being virtuous.

I've been fucking Vicki for over a year now. The first time was at the company Christmas party. We had one of those spur of the moment exchanges of looks conveying lust. Her husband Jim was passed out drunk somewhere, and within minutes of getting together, we were in a darkened empty office groping each other like mad while undoing our clothes amid tight embraces and hot passionate kisses.

Unbuttoning her blouse to the navel, I fanned it open and pushed Vicki's black lacy bra up and over her big breasts. Dipping my face down, I mouthed a nipple while she cradled the back of my head with one hand, moaning and urging me to fuck her. I backed her up against a desk, toppling her on top of it. Reaching under the disarray of her skirt, with Vicki's help, I jerked her black bikini panties down and off. The crotch was damp from pussy juice.

Her thighs fell open automatically, exposing her moist hairy pussy to my view, ready and waiting to be fucked. I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and shoved them along with my underwear down past my butt, freeing my stiff cock. Scooting her soft butt to the edge of the desk, Vicki lay back, legs still dangling wide open, making herself available for use. I shuffled forward until my cockhead was brushing her pubic hair. Grasping my thick, hard shaft with one hand, she inserted the tip of my cockhead it into her hot hole. With the flex of my hips, I was fucking my warehouse foreman's wife. She was that easy.

Neither of us lasted long that first time. Within minutes, Vicki's sexy body had gone tense, hands clutching my buttocks to pull me tight inside her as she climaxed. I was quick to follow, spurting jet after jet of hot cum into her wet pussy, making it sloppy wet with my semen.

Spent, I noticed two men standing at the open doorway, watching with interest. One was Lee, an older black guy; and the other was Kenny, a young white man with body builder's muscles. Both men worked in the warehouse. Obviously, they knew me and recognized Vicki as the pretty wife of their immediate supervisor.

At the moment, I could care less what they witnessed; I just hoped they didn't blab to Jim about catching me fucking his hot wife. If they did, I'd play it by ear and deal with it. I figured Vicki felt the same.

Whatever the future brought, it didn't matter right now. Not to her, nor me. All that counted was fucking each other. Vicki was already starting to roll her ass, working her slippery pussy on my cock. After dumping my load inside Vicki, I'd only deflated slightly, staying hard enough to begin fucking her again.

"Oh, yeah, baby, you feel good," I said, working my hips faster to the sound of my hardening cock sluicing in and out of her wet pussy.

"Hmm, fuck me," she breathed, her body writhing on the desk top. I pushed my cock deep to the balls inside Vicki, grinding my pelvis into her twitching crotch while leaning over her to eagerly swap a hot passionate kiss.

"Do him, you cheating bitch," a voice spoke out next to me. It was Lee. He'd moved alongside the desk to watch me fucking Jim's wife. Behind him stood Kenny, eyes glued to the action, one hand rubbing a bulge in the front of his pants.

Startled by Lee's words, I straightened and hesitated, almost coming to a stop in fucking Vicki. She groaned in protest, overpowered by lust, begging me to fuck her roughly.

"Go ahead, man," Lee said. "Fuck the married slut like she wants. Give her another creampie." Cum was oozing out from Vicki's cunt past my thrusting cock. Lee reached down and squeezed one of Vicki's large bare breasts, his black fingers digging into the white skin in stark contrast. She didn't resist Lee's touch. Her response was just to moan. "You love to fuck, don't you, bitch," he said, his comment more a statement than question. "You spread easy for any hard dick."

Removing his hand, Lee slapped Vicki's tit, making the fleshy orb jiggle from impact as he stepped back. "We don't intend to interrupt your fun," he said to me. "We're leaving and we'll shut the door behind us on the way out. Plus, don't worry about us telling her husband."

"But, we need to talk later, working out arrangements," he added, still speaking to me rather than Vicki, as if I was in control of her. "I've wanted to fuck this slut for a long time. She's made me rock hard more than once, coming down the warehouse to visit hubby during summer. Teasing everybody, wearing tight shorts and flimsy halter tops to flash those big tits and show off that fine ass."

He jerked a thumb back at Kenny. "My man feels the same way."

I could understand both men's erotic thoughts. I'd fantasized about getting nasty with Vicki, too. I was also aware of doing a poor job multi-tasking, if that's what you wanted to call it; fucking Vicki and talking with Lee at the same time. Neither was getting the right amount of my attention. "Don't tell me. I'm not married to Vicki. I can't speak for her. And I wouldn't if she was my wife."

"Fair enough," Lee said, glancing down at Vicki squirming in desire on my stiff dick stuck inside her curvy body. "Kenny and I intend to use you how we want, slut. If you say no, we'll chat with your husband. I don't expect that conversation to go well." He gave me a sharp look, checking my reaction. I didn't offer any, concentrating on fucking Vicki. She was beginning to rotate her hips now, riding my cock in slick wet circles with her juicy cum-filled pussy.

"But, it's up to you, bitch," Lee finished with a shrug of unconcern. From his facial expression, however, it was apparent he was looking forward to taking my place between Vicki's soft thighs. I could care less. Lee, Kenny, or anybody else, could fuck her if she let them. Vicki was just a piece of ass, not my woman. She was Jim's wife and his worry.

Lee and Kenny simply walked away. Going through the doorway, Lee lied about shutting the door. He left it ajar.

I didn't let it bother me. If someone else came to the door, so be it. I sank back into the pleasure of using Vicki's hot craving body. Raising her shapely legs on top of my shoulders, she was moaning and babbling, hands pulling at me as I humped her hard and fast, my dick gliding easily within her gooey pussy. Vicki stiffened with a grunt and her sloppy gash suddenly felt swampy wet, drenched with steamy fluid gushing from a body-shuddering orgasm.

"That's it, baby. Coat that cock with pussy juice," I urged, jamming my dick deep in Vicki's hot cunt until my balls were lolling against her upturned ass. My cockhead spit cum. Both of us held still, enjoying the sensation of my throbbing cock spewing semen into her waiting, willing pussy.

As the last weak squirt of cum dribbled out from my cockhead, Vicki began gently rolling her butt, milking my shrinking cock. "You want all that cum, baby?" I asked before feeling my cock slither from her oozing pussy, pushed out by spasms of her clenching vagina. Vicki's pussy was literally a fucking mess. I idly wondered if she was on birth control pills.

I stood erect, arranging my clothes. Bending down, I picked up Vicki's bikini panties. She held out a hand to take them. Ignoring her, I stuffed them into a back pocket of my pants, telling her with a smile, "Yeah, I'm one of those guys snatching panties from the first time as a trophy. I hope you don't mind." Not that I gave a shit if she did. I was going to keep them anyway. Jim could buy her a replacement. After this encounter, I'd let her have her panties back after striping them off.

At the time, I confidently surmised we'd meet again. That proved to be true. I also figured future dealings involving Lee, Kenny, Vicki, and her wimp husband Jim, might become complicated, troublesome, or both.

I wasn't wrong on that, either.



Another Cheating Wife Story



I'm Eric Jensen. I'm 39 years old. I stand 6' 2" and weigh around 210 pounds. I graduates from college with a bachelors degree in both computer science and business administration. 

I am the proud owner, CEO and Chairman of the Board of Computer Solutions. Simply, we write and sell software packages. We have packages for anyone from a Mom and Pop store to multinational corporations. My company is currently worth 3.8 million dollars and growing at a rate of about 5% per year. I hold 60% of the shares and each of our kids have 10%. I hire the best programmers, sales people and techs I can find. I pay the good ones well and have a very low turnover in personnel.

"I'm married to Sarah. She is the classic blue eyed blonde with a body to die for. We met in college and were married before I graduated. She graduated with a degree in basket weaving or some bullshit subject. Thankfully my parents had enough money set aside to take care of us. We have two wonderful children. Kevin is 16 years old and Amy is 17. They both are on the honor roll in school.

Amy inherited her mothers blonde hair and my brown eyes. Kevin got my brown hair and eyes. They are both great kids. They are active in sports and many of the social clubs on campus. I thank my lucky stars that they aren't into drugs or alcohol. I told Kevin that if he got lucky to always use a condom. I don't want some woman showing up on our doorstep with her pregnant daughter in tow. I suspect his sex life consists of a few hand jobs. He has a girlfriend but I really think she likes him because he helps her get good grades. I'll need to clue him in on gold diggers when he gets older.

Amy is in between boyfriends. She caught her guy in the Dairy Queen smooching it up with another girl. She walked in and slapped him across the face. He started to hit her but three guys stood up and convinced him to sit back down. After cursing them both out she walked out of his life. Kevin offered to kick his ass but Amy had him back off.

Sarah's favorite pastime is spending my money. Her and her two friends, Millie and Beth, excel at it. When she walks in her favorite store all the employees give her a standing ovation. When her closets get full she donates most of it to Goodwill and starts again. Don't ask how many pairs of shoes she has. The one perk of her shopping expeditions is the hot lingerie she buys. Seeing her wearing them would give a dead man a boner. She is an animal in bed with no inhibitions. She likes any way anytime. It's all I can do to keep up with her. Sometimes I wonder why the neighbors don't complain about her screaming orgasms. Both kids tease us unmercifully about it. We just smile.

Our sex live consist of two or three fucks during the week and one hot one on Sunday morning. Sunday morning is especially memorable as she usually has from three of four screamers and I cum so hard that I'm sure sparks fly out of my cock. 

Then it's into the kitchen for a huge breakfast of bacon, eggs, hash browns, pancakes, toast and a huge pot of coffee. Sarah likes to cook and does most of it. She hates cleaning up and has assigned that duty to the kids. 

We also have a maid service that comes in three days a week. I do all the yard work. It's one of my passions. We have a pool service that comes around twice a week. Of course, Sarah's swimsuits consist of enough material to make up three pin wipers. She has a hot body and knows it. She sunbathes in the nude. She has some thing in her mind against tan lines. Amy isn't quite as bad. She mostly wears a bikini or a thong now and then.

Sarah is especially proud of our 5 bedroom house. It has a nice mortgage on it. I just haven't gotten around to paying it off yet. Weather permitting she plans a pool party/barbecue almost every Saturday. I've become a pretty good grill man over the years. Of course, Sarah sunbathes while the kids and I clean up.

**************** 

Over the last month or so, I've noticed a small change in our sex lives. Instead of two or three during the week it's tapered off to one or none. Our Sunday session hasn't changed. Not being a suspicious person I chalk it up to us just slowing down as we get older. I'm OK with it and Sarah seems to be too.

One evening, the kids are in their rooms studying. Sarah comes into my home office.

"Honey, we need to talk."

This is something that every man doesn't want to hear. I let go of my mouse and turn to her.

"OK, you first."

"Before I tell you this I want you to know I love you with all my heart and soul. I'm completely happy with our life."

"OK, what's on your mind?"

"I have a lover."

My blood turns to ice water. I just look at her for a few seconds. My corporate minds kicks in. Never let them see your weakness. The anger and hurt hits me but my ice water blood holds it in check. I can see in her eyes she isn't kidding. 

"You're serious. Do I know who has the pleasure of your favors?"

"You don't need to know that."

"I want to ask why. Is it something I've done or not done? I thought we were very happy with our life. I can't think of a reason you would want to destroy it."

"Please. I don't want to destroy it. I'm perfectly content with our life. I love you. You're a perfect lover and husband. I couldn't ask for a better father for our children. It's has nothing to do with you. I was a virgin when we got married. I just want to have a little fling to see what it's like to be with someone else. It has nothing to do with us. I'll never neglect you for him. I love you and I want to grow old with you and spoil our grandchildren."

I know what I have to do. Our marriage is done and she is going to be out of my life as soon as I can get it done. I decide to rake her over the coals. I want her to feel some of the pain I'm feel.

"Do you think of how much you love me when you're driving to his house. When your pussy is getting wet thinking of his cock."

"It's not like that."

"Do you think of how much you love me when you're taking your clothes off for him?"

"Please, Eric."

"Do you think of how much you love me when you're on your knees sucking his cock?"

She doesn't answer. She just looks at the floor."

"Do you think of how much you love me when his cock slides into your pussy?"

Still no answer or eye contact.

"Do you think about how much you love me when you both cum and pumps your pussy full of his cum?"

A tear falls down her cheek.

"Do you think about how much you love me when you come home full of his cum."

Nothing but a couple of more tears.

"Do you think about how much you love me when you let me eat his cream pie or when you give me sloppy seconds?"

"I never did that. I always cleaned up for you."

"Tell me what your marriage vows mean to you. There's something in there about "No other". Do you remember that part."

She sniffs and more tears run down her cheeks.

"Have you told the kids yet."

"No."

"How do you think they will react. Do you think they will like to have two part time parents."

"They don't know. If you'll let me do this it will be over soon."

"Well my dear loving wife. You're right about that. It will be over soon. I'm going to file for divorce and I'm going to tell the kids. The have a right to know what a slut they have for a mother."

"Please, we can get through this. I love you and I want our family to stay together. Please, let me do this and I promise I'll be the best wife in the world."

"Not a fucking chance in hell it's going to happen. I'll be contacting a divorce lawyer in the morning right after I go to a clinic and get checked for STD."

"I talked to a lawyer. He says I'll get half of everything we have. You'll destroy your company. All the people that depend on you will be destroyed."

'Would you really do that. Destroy two marriages, destroy something it took years to build, and put all those people out of a job."

"No, of course not. He said that's what a judge would do."

"I'll find a place to stay tonight. I'll try to figure some way to settle this with you. You can tell the kids about your insane idea. I'm sure they'll give you their blessing."

"Please, Eric. Don't do this. Please don't break up our family."

"I'm not. You are. It's all on your head. Deal with it."

I sit for a minute holding my head in my hands. The tears start to flow. I quickly get up and go in the bedroom. I pack three suits and three dress shirts in my val pac. Some casual clothes, socks and underwear go in the suitcase. I go in the bathroom and lock the door. I sit on the toilet and cry like a baby. My life just went into a black hole. The love of my life just stuck a sharp knife in my back.

After a while I cry myself out. I pack my toiletries in my kit and go back to the bedroom. Sarah is laying on the bed sobbing. I give her a cold look and get dressed. I pick up laptop, my bags and walk out the door.

***************** 

As I lie sobbing on my bed I hear Eric walk out of my life. I'm overwhelmed with fear. The love of my life is gone. I knew he would be mad and hurt, but I felt so guilty I had to tell him. I can only hope he will get over it and come home. I need to talk with him and tell him I won't see Brian anymore. Maybe I can convince him it's over and I'll be a good wife for him. I'll just tell the kids that we had a big fight and he walked out. I finally fall asleep. I dream that I'm standing on a mountain top. A cold wind is blowing and I'm all alone.

I wake the next morning to the sound of the kids getting ready for school. I drag myself out of bed and wash my face with cold water. I look in the mirror and see how bad I look. Black circles around my red eyes. I go to the kitchen to make them breakfast.

Amy walks in first.

"Wow, Mom. You look terrible. What happened?"

"Sit down and eat your breakfast."

"Mom! What the hell happened."

"Your father and I had a big fight last night. He left."

"He left? When is he coming back?"

"I don't know honey. He was really mad when he left."

"This must have been serious. You need to talk to him and get him back."

"I'll try. I'll give him some time to cool down."

Kevin was standing listening.

"Mom. Don't wait too long. You have to get him back."

"I know. Let's just give him a couple of days."

Both of them are looking at me like I did something horrible. They can see it in my eyes. I watch them finish eating and go out the door. I lay my head on the table and cry.

***************** 

Laying in the dark motel room my mind kicks into the corporate mode. I push the pain and anger back. I need to make some plans. No fucking way will Sarah get half of my company. I busted my hump for ten years to make it work. I debate what to do about her. I could leave her without a penny. Let her hot lover take care of her. A list forms in my mind. Finally I fall asleep.

The alarm jolts me awake. I sit up and look around. It all comes back to me. Anger and pain hits me. I push it back. I need to act.

I shower and get dressed. 

I walk by my secretary. He mouth is hanging open. She knows the shit is about to hit the fan. She follows me into my office.

"OK, Eric. What happened?"

"Nothing good. I'm going to divorce Sarah. Call legal and security. In my office in ten minutes."

"Yes Sir."

Five minutes later the head of security and my best legal man are sitting in front of my desk.

"Benson. Fill out whatever paper work is necessary and move the company offshore."

His mouth falls open.

"What's going on, Eric?"

"I'm filing for divorce. I don't want my wife getting her hands on this company. Move everything as fast as you can."

"I'm on it. It may take a few days."

"OK. Just get it moving."

He bolts out the door and l look at my head of security.

"My wife has a boyfriend. Get her cell phone records and bring them to me. I want to know who he is, where he lives, everything you can get on him. If you need outside help, get it."

"I'm on it."

I call accounting.

"Accounting? I want my wife's credit card changed. Put a $200 limit every 24 hours on it.

'Mary, get me the bank that holds the mortgage on my house."

"Yes. Sir."

Three minutes later my phone beeps.

"Sir, Its Jerry Barnes, your banker. He's on line one."

"Thanks, Mary.

I punch up line one.

"Hi, Jerry. Eric Jensen here. I need to check on my mortgage. What's the payoff on it."

"Let me pull it up. Ummm it's about 300 K. do you want to pay it off?"

"Not now. Is it underwater?"

"No, it's in pretty good shape. If you sell it you could make about 75K."

"OK, I'm getting a divorce. Just let it sit there. I'll let her have it if she can handle the payments. If not I'll sell it."

"OK. It's on hold till I hear from you."

"Thanks, bye."

"Mary, call legal and get me the name of a good divorce lawyer."

My phone beeps.

"Yes, Mary."

"One of the guys in legal used to do family law. Shall I have him come down?"

"Yes, Please."

Ten minutes later.

"Yes, Mary."

"Todd Wilkins from legal is here."

"Thank you. Send him in."

'Hi, Todd. Have a seat."

"How can I help you, Sir"

'I understand you did some divorce law before you came here."

"Yes, Sir. It was really dirty law. I quit it."

"Tell me about the laws here."

"They have a saying here."

"A saying? What is it?"

"It's cheaper to keep her."

"What do you mean?"

"It's a no fault state. All assets are split fifty fifty unless one is deemed unfit."

"Unfit? What does it take to make that case?"

"Usually some criminal behavior like being on drugs or something outside the law."

"So, my wife would get half of this company?"

"Yes, unless you had a prenuptial agreement."

"What about if it was an offshore company."

"It's state law. She couldn't touch it. No jurisdiction. Any savings, retirement accounts or property would be split. If she didn't work you would have to pay alimony too. If you have kids, toss in some child support. Going offshore would protect your company."

"OK, thanks Todd. You've been a great help."

An hour later my security man shows up.

"OK, what do you have for me?"

"I found a lot of calls to and from a Brian Wilson. He's in insurance. Makes about 100K a year. Married with three kids. His house is paid for. Two cars. Wife doesn't work. Looks like a nice happy family from the outside."

"That son of a bitch. These two have ruined two families. All of this for some pussy. What a fucking waste. Well, Mr. Wilson, welcome to divorce court."

"Do you need anything else on him. I can go deeper."

"No, that's enough. I just need his number."

"It's here in my report."

"Thanks for a great job."

"You're welcome. If you need anything else, just call."

I'm thinking how this really sucks. I have to drop the hammer on this prick. His wife and kids will suffer. He fucked up my marriage and I'm going to fuck his up.

"Wilson insurance. How may I help you."

"Mr. Wilson. This is Eric Jensen. Sarah's husband. Does you wife know you're fucking my wife?"

"Oh fuck. She told you."

"I'm afraid so. How is you wife going to take the news?"

"Please, don't do this. I have a family. This will destroy my marriage. Please don't do this."

"Look, you prick. I have a family too. You destroyed my marriage. Why should you get a pass?"

"You're going to tell her?"

"I can or you can. Take your pick."

"Can you give me a couple of days."

"I'll call her tomorrow. That should give you enough time."

I hear a click as he hangs up.

I sit for a minute to think. I need a place to live. I buzz Mary.

"Yes, Sir."

"Can you check and see if one of the company apartments is open. I need a place to live."

"Yes, Sir. I'll check. How big of a place do you need."

"I'm not sure. Find out what we have. I don't know about my kids yet."

"I'm on it."

"Thanks, Mary. You're a lifesaver."

"It sounds like you need one. If you need to talk, I'm here."

"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind."

I realize I haven't eaten since last night. Just as I get ready to leave for lunch my cell goes off. I look and see it's Amy.

"Hi, baby."

"Hi, Daddy. I'm here with Kevin on speaker. What's going on with you and Mom. She said you and her had a big fight and you left."

All the pain and anger comes back. This is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. My voice cracks as I tell her.

"That's sorta what happened. Your Mom has a boyfriend. She told me last night. I lost it and left."

"Oh my god, Daddy. How could she do that. That's horrible."

I hear Kevin in the background, "Holy shit, what a slut. Cheating on Dad like that."

"Kevin. Please. She's still you mother."

"Bullshit, Dad. My Mom would never do that. She's a slut in my Mom's body. This is unforgivable."

"Dad, I'm going to give her a piece of my mind. I agree with Kevin."

"Please, you guys take it easy on her. We'll get through this. OK?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm going to have my say. She can't hurt you like this and get away with it."

"Come by the office after school. I'll take you out to eat. How does that sound."

"OK, Daddy. We'll see you then. Bye bye."

"Bye bye."

After sitting at my desk for a hour feeling sorry for myself I decide to get something to eat. I get a sandwich at the Deli across the street from our building. While I'm eating Mary comes in.

"I got some information on the company housing. There are three two bedroom apartments empty. I can call and reserve one for you."

"Thanks, Mary. That's fine. Hold two for me. I suspect the kids will want to leave home. I'll move in tomorrow. I've paid for my motel already. My kids are coming in soon. Just send them right in. Also, mark my calendar out tomorrow. I may need to get my kids set up with a place to live."

She turns and walks out.

My desk phone buzzes.

"Hello."

"Eric, this is Barnes in legal. About the move offshore. It's going to take about a week. It's in the works but there is a ton of paperwork."

""OK, sounds good. I can hold Sarah off for a week. If she files we're screwed. I'll take care of her tomorrow."

*************** 

Kevin, Amy and I are sitting in a back booth at the Olive Garden.

"Daddy. What are we going to do?"

"That depends on what you want. Where do you want to live. With me or your Mom."

"Geez, Dad. We can't live with her. I get sick thinking about it. We want to live with you. We're all hurting and we need each other. The only way we can get through this is to stick together. Let her stew in her own juice."

Some times I wonder how old Amy is. In many ways she is very mature for her age. She certainly has a grasp on our situation.

"OK, let's do it this way. You go home tonight and pack everything you want. Load it in your car before you go to school. I'll set up a company apartment for you. Come to the office after school and we'll get you moved in. They're furnished so just bring personal stuff. I know one night there will be tough, but you can get through it."

"OK, Dad. I guess that's the best way."

"I'll go talk to Sarah tomorrow and let her know what's going on."

"You gonna let her talk you into moving back home?"

"Not a chance. She broke trust and that's the end as far as I'm concerned. I could never live with that."

"That's the right decision, Dad."

"Finish your dinner and go home. Try not to unload on your mother. I know you're mad at her but she is hurting too."

"I can't promise that, Dad. I'm really pissed at what she's done to you. She destroyed everything."

****************** 

As I wander through my house, everything reminds me of what a wonderful marriage I had. It's all gone now. I know in my heart that Eric will never be here with me again. My whole world has crashed around me and it's all my fault.

Just as I pour another cup of coffee I hear a car pull into the driveway. This isn't going to be pretty. I'm sure they talked to Eric and know what I did.




Another Cheating Wife Story



The front door opens and both kids walk in. They pass by the kitchen and go straight to their rooms. Ten minutes later Kevin walks into the kitchen. He opens the cabinet under the sink and pulls out a box of trash bags. He gives me a cold look and goes back to his room. I jump up and follow him.

"Kevin, what are you doing."

"Packing my stuff."

"Kevin, this is your home. Please don't leave. Please."

"I don't want to live here. It's not my home anymore."

I watch as he turns and goes in his room. I hear the lock click. I stumble into my bedroom and fall on the bed, sobbing. I've lost my husband and now my children. I hear Kevin and Amy talking. I can't make out what they're saying. After a while Kevin comes out with four bags in his hands. He makes two more trips and I don't see them again.

The next morning I hear them getting ready for school. I drag myself to the kitchen and make breakfast. Amy walks in. She has her book bag and her laptop. She looks at the food and then at me. I can see the anger in her eyes.

"I'm not hungry, Mom."

"Please eat something. I made your favorite."

"I'm going now, Mom. Have a nice life."

"Please, Amy. Don't leave me."

"I'm going to Dad's He needs me."

"I need him too, Please don't do this."

"Mom, You hurt him. I held him while he cried like a baby. You destroyed our family. I hope it was worth it."

She turns and walks out. Two minutes, without a word, later Kevin follows her. The worst has come to visit me. I'm lost my husband and my children. I'm alone.

**************** 

My alarm clock jolts me awake. I sit up, rub my eyes and scratch my balls. Showered and dressed, I head for the office. I check with Mary and get the keys to the apartments. I have no emergency appointments so I screw up my courage to call Mrs. Wilson. Another thing I don't want to do.

"Hello."

"Hello, Mrs. Wilson?"

"Yes."

"This is Eric Jensen. I think we need to talk."

"Yes. I suppose we do."

"I don't want to do this over the phone. Can we meet somewhere."

"Yes. Can you come here? I'm not fit to be seen in public."

"I understand. How about in one hour?"

"That's fine. Do you have my address?"

"Yes, maam. I'll see you soon, bye bye."

"Goodbye."

****************** 

"Hello, Mrs. Wilson."

"Come in, Mr. Jensen. Let's go in the kitchen. I made some coffee."

I watch her as she pours two cups of coffee. She's quite pretty, but looking a little bit worse for wear. Considering she probably spent the night crying I think she would brush up just fine.

"I wanted to meet with you to see that you're OK. I have considerable resources at my disposal so if you need any help please let me know."

"Thank you. I don't know what I'm going to do yet. I'm not quite over the shock. I know our marriage can't go on like this. I suppose we'll get divorced. I won't live with a cheater."

"I talked with a divorce attorney. He told me I would be better off to stay married but live apart. I would have to pay her half the value of my company. I can't do that. You might be better off divorcing. You should contact one and see what your options are."

"You have kids. How are they taking it?"

"Pretty well considering. They are really mad at her. She destroyed a really great marriage just for a little sex on the side. The bad part is everyone else that gets hurt. I guess they thought they could play and no one would find out."

"They always get caught in the end."

"Guilt drove my wife to tell me. I didn't have a clue about it."

"I didn't either. Our sex life dropped off a little but I didn't think anything about it. I thought it might be work related."

"I didn't ask Sarah. Did he tell you how long it was going on?"

"He said about twice a week for a month."

"And neither of us suspected a thing."

"Amazing, huh?"

"Well, I have to run. I have to get my kids settled in. Please remember, it you need anything at all just call me. Also, try to remember none of this is your fault. They just did something stupid and now everyone is suffering."

I give her my card and leave. It's time to see Sarah. I call her.

"Hello Sarah. Will you be home. I need to talk to you."

"Yes, Eric. Do you want some lunch. I can make it for you."

"No, thanks. I'm having a working lunch later. I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"OK, I'll put on some coffee. Bye bye."

Fifteen minutes later I pull into what used to be my driveway. I knock on the door.

"Come in, Eric. You don't need to knock. Come and sit."

"I just came by to tell you what's going on. I've decided not to divorce you."

"OH god, does that mean you're considering coming back home."

"No. I'm going to be staying in one of the company apartments. The kids want to stay there too."

"Eric, I've been thinking. Maybe we can go to a counselor. Maybe it would help us work out our problems and get back together."

"Sarah. You're not being realistic. I won't ever be able to trust you again. Every time you were out of my sight I would be wondering who you're fucking. I can't live like that. You may never cheat again, but it would always be in the back of my mind."

"I suppose you're right. I never thought to that."

"If I didn't have a conscience I would leave you standing on the street with your finger up you ass. You're the mother of my children and we had a lot of good years together. I'll put you on the company payroll and pay you $2500 a month. I checked and there is about 75K equity in the house. You can sell it or stay here. It's up to you. I'll sign my share of the equity over to you. After Kevin graduates you're on you own. I hope you won't do anything to the company. There are too many people depending on it for survival. They don't deserve to be brought into this."

"I won't do that. I've hurt enough people. I don't want to hurt anyone else."

"Eric, will you think about the counseling. Maybe we could make it work."

"I can't make any promises. I'm too hurt and angry now to think straight."

"I know you don't want to hear it, but I'm so sorry I hurt you and the kids. I never wanted to do that."

"I'm sorry too. I talked to Brian. He told his wife. I think she is going to divorce him. Whatever happens, you're free from you marriage vows. You can fuck anyone now. Maybe you and Brian can get something lasting going."

"I don't love him, Eric. I love you. I'll always love you."

I go in the bedroom and pack up the rest of my clothes. I see tears running down her cheeks as I walk out. I breathe a sigh of relief as I drive out of her life.

***************** 

On the way back I stop at Wal Mart and buy some kitchen utensils, paper plates, cups, a coffee pot and a toaster. I stop at a supermarket and buy a bunch of food. The last stop is at the motel. I pack all my clothes and go to the apartment. I get settled in and kick back on the sofa. I turn on the TV for some audio wallpaper and think about my future.

Two hours later I'm back in my office waiting for school to let out. My phone buzzes.

"Eric, Mr. Barnes is here."

"Thank you, Mary. Send him in."

"I fast tracked all the paper work. We'll be officially off shore on Monday."

"Great job. Then I can breathe. My company will be safe."

The kids show up and I get them moved in. We order a pizza and sit around the coffee table talking about our plans. I tell them what I'm doing with Sarah. The just look at me. I guess they expected me to dump her on the street.

Over the next few weeks we settle into a comfortable routine. It's Friday evening and I decide to give Mrs. Wilson a call to check on her.

"Hi, Mrs. Wilson. Eric Jensen here."

"Hi, Mr. Jensen. Please, call me Tina. Mrs sounds so formal."

"OK, and you call me Eric. I just wanted to touch base with you to see how you're doing."

"I'm doing OK. Things have settled down a little. Brian has moved all of his stuff out. We're still working on the details on the divorce."

"Ah, I see. You decided to get a divorce."

'Yes. I think it's best. Then we're both free from each other. I want to see him as little as possible."

"I understand that. I'm going to wait till the kids are out of high school before I divorce Sarah. I gave her a release from her marriage vows. Maybe she and Brian can get together now."

"I don't know what Brian has planned. I didn't ask and I don't really care."

"I was just thinking. How about we go out to dinner tomorrow night. I haven't been out in a while. It might be fun to see what the rest of the world is doing."

"That sounds nice. You make the reservations and let me know what time to be ready."

"Great. I'll call you as soon as I know."

"Bye bye."

"Goodbye, Tina."

****************** 

Over the next few weeks Tina and I went to dinner every Saturday night. We became very comfortable in each others company. I came to learn that she had good common sense. She was comfortable with herself and the choices she had made in life. Her marriage to Brian had been just fine till he decided he couldn't keep it in his pants. She recovered well from the trauma. Actually we both did and it got pushed to the back of our minds. We joked about things in our life that came up in our talk sessions. She always dressed conservatively and with very good taste. She was a beautiful woman but didn't flaunt it.

On one particular evening I got a surprise. She opened the door and my jaw dropped. She had on a white blouse that was just transparent enough that a hint of her nipples showed. He breasts seemed bigger without her bra. Despite having had three kids they stood high and proud. She smiled as my eyes ran up and down her body. She had a short black skirt on that came just above mid thigh. He black thigh high hose set it off. She had beautiful legs that I hadn't seen up till now. I wondered if she had panties on. I would find out later. I was impressed and I suspected I was going to get laid that night. I quickly decided that we would go dancing after dinner. I definitely wanted to hold her in my arms. When I mentioned it she just gave me a sexy look and a smile. My cock twitched. She pulled me to her and kissed me on the lips. 

"Let's go. I'm starving."

I found my voice and agreed.

After dinner we were sitting against the wall listening to the band. There was a piano player, a guy on a sax, a guy on the drums and a girl playing a tambourine. I suspected she was the vocal of the group. We sat holding hands and working on a carafe of White Zinfandel. The girls stepped up to the mic and sang a very nice love ballad. She stepped back and they started a slow set.

I pulled Tina to the floor. She moved into my like she belonged there. He full breasts touched my chest and I heard her gasp. I wasn't sure why and I didn't care. I pulled her close and we floated around the floor. She stayed close with her pelvis bone on my thigh. He head was resting on my chest and my half hard cock was pressing in her stomach. We danced two slow ones and returned to our table. He face looked flushed and hand a big smile on it.

"This is so nice, Eric. It's been a long time since I danced."

"It's been a while for me too. I'm surprised I remembered how."

"You did. You're a great dancer."

"I guess it's like riding a bicycle."

We sat out two fast ones and they started another slow set. I pulled her to the floor again and he gasped again as her breasts touched my chest. I finally caught on. She had sensitive nipples that weren't used to being without a bra. I filed that away for later.

We danced to another slow one and I noticed she was moving her pelvis bone against my thigh. I could feel her breathing increase. All of a sudden she shivered and held me tight. I head a little moan escape her lips. I held her close till the end of the song and we went back to our seats. We sat down and I leaned over and kissed her. He lips opened and her tongue slipped into my mouth. She gasped and her hand went behind my head. We held the kiss for what seemed like two hours. My hand found her breast and I tweaked her nipple. She cried out in my mouth and shivered again. We broke the kiss and sat back. She had a death grip on my arm.

"I need to go to the ladies room. Top off my glass and we can leave as soon a I finish it."

A few minutes later she came back. She sat and took my hand in hers. I felt her put something wet in my hand. I looked down and saw I was holding a pair of panties. I looked at her and said, "Thanks for a nice gift."

She blushed and just smiled at me as I put them in my pocket. I flagged the waitress and settled up our tab. She leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"I got so wet dancing with you I had to go dry off."

"I could tell you were enjoying yourself. I'm glad I could do that for you."

"You're going to to a lot more than that, big boy. I have plans for you tonight."

"Let's get out of here and you can tell me about them."

We got in my car and she pulled the console up and pushed it between the seats. She scooted over next to me. she put one hand on my thigh and pulls my hand off the wheel. She put it on her thigh and pushed it slowly up her leg. I felt moisture before I got close to her pussy. She pulled it up further and I found her shaved pussy. I slid a finger over her lips and found her clit sticking out. It must have been at least a half inch long. I touched it with my fingertip and she went rigid. Her head fell back and her eyes closed. She humped up and cried out. 

She finally relaxed and her hand found my bulging cock. She quickly unzipped my pants and pulled it out. She ran her finger over the head and wiped up a drop of pre cum. She put her finger in her mouth and licked it clean.

We didn't talk much on the way to her house. I made her cum two more times. She gently stroked me, keeping me hard all the way. I pulled into her driveway and started to put my cock back in my pants.

"No, don't. Let it stick out. I want to see it while we walk in."

I left it sticking out and walked around. I helped her out. She took my cock in her hand and led me to the door. With one hand she unlocked it and pulled me inside. She kept her grip on my cock and led me to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and started blowing me. It was all I could do to keep from falling down. I felt my pants and boxers fall around my feet. I managed to get my shirt off and kicked my shoes and pants off. She stood up and pushed me back on the bed. My cock was sticking straight up at the ceiling. She stepped back and took off her blouse. She tossed it over her shoulder and shook her breasts at me. I watched them sway as her skirt fell around her feet.

"Leave your hose on for me, Please. The look really hot."

I could see her pussy juice running down her legs. I held my arms out and she came to me. I pulled her down beside me on the bed. He hard nipples touched my chest and she moaned. I decided to give them a good work over. I wasn't disappointed. She came twice as I sucked and tweaked them. I licked my way down to her pussy. She was soaked. Her juice was running down over her asshole making a huge wet spot. I fell between her legs and started trying to lick up all of her juice. I didn't make it.

It ran through my mind that her husband had to be the stupidest person on the planet. She was the most orgasmic woman I ever met. She came over and over and her juice was a never ending stream. I licked and sucked her to three orgasms before I slid my cock in her. She came as soon as she felt my cock touch her pussy lips. As I slid in her I felt her muscles start to work. I bottomed out and she came again. I knew I wouldn't be able to last long the way her muscles were squeezing me. I pulled back out till my cock head was touching her G spot. I flexed it and heard her scream. I waited till she was at the peak of her orgasm and flexed again. He screams filled the room. I got her off two more time and bottomed out. He muscles took over and she milked to a blazing orgasm. I must have pumped a gallon in her It seemed to last for an hour.

Finally, I was drained and fell on her. She wrapped her legs around my ass and held me tight.

"mmmm. That was wonderful. I must have cum twenty times. You're quite a lover."

All I could do was groan in response. I must have gotten too heavy on her. She unhooked her legs and rolled me off. I finally found my voice.

"Holy crap, Tina. What did you do to me. I think my cock exploded."

"It did. All over inside me. I think you shot at least a gallon in me."

"I may have suffered some brain damage on that one. That was amazing."

"You may before I let you go. We have all night and tomorrow to turn your brain to mush."

"I think you're threatening me with a good time."

We fucked again that night. She rode me into a coma. I woke the next morning to the smell of bacon and coffee. I knew I had died and went to heaven. I found the shower and cleaned up. I didn't bother with clothes. I hoped her kids hadn't come home. I found her in front of the stove as naked as the day she was born. She turned and smiled. I got a good look at her for the first. He shaved pussy stood out like a neon sign. I saw her little pink clit sticking out.

"God, what a beautiful sight to wake up to."

"You look pretty hot too. Did you sleep well last night?"

"Like the dead. Someone pillaged and plundered me last night."

"I did that and I'm proud of it. I should tell you. I waited for you to make a move on you. You didn't so I took the initiative."

"You sure did. You blew me away when you opened you door. I guess you saw my mouth hanging open."

"It's nice to be appreciated. Especially by a handsome hunk."

"I never thought of myself as a hunk. Thanks for the compliment."

"Well, you are. And you have a really nice cock."

We both chuckled.

She filled a plate with a wonderful breakfast. I pigged out. She sat across from me eating and watching me. She poured me a second cup and we made plans for the rest of the day. She informed me that we would stay naked and fuck till I left and that her kids wouldn't be back till this evening.

I got a little surprise just before noon. She came out of her bedroom with a condom and a bottle of lube. She handed it to me and smiled.

"Fuck me in my ass."

She got on her elbows and knees in front of me. I was stunned for a minute. I came to and got behind her. I put the condom on and lubed it up. Next I gave her a nice workout with my fingers. She kept pushing back on my fingers. I lined up my cock against her little pucker and shoved slowly into her. She was so tight I almost came. I held off and stroked in her. My hand found her pussy and I worked her clit over. She started howling and cumming. She squeezed my cock hard and I filled the condom. I fell on her back and we both collapsed. I held her to me by both breasts. She finally stirred and pulled off the condom. She tied it in a knot and tossed it in a trash can by the sofa. It took me a few minutes to get up enough strength to get back on the sofa. She sat on my lap and we hugged and kissed.

"You're an amazing woman, Tina. Truly amazing."

"I wanted to be good for you. I liked you from the first day I met you.

"I never thought we would be like this. I just wanted to be a friend."

"I did to. Now we can be fuck friends."

"You're on. Fuck friends it is."

We fucked twice more that day. She rode me reverse cowgirl and I fucked her doggie. At about five I managed to haul my worn out ass home. My kids heard me come in and came over. They teased me for about an hour. They told me how happy they were for me. I finally begged off and took a nap.

******************* 

For the next few months Tina and I got together every weekend. We almost succeeded in fucking each other to death. She was way more woman than I could handle. I never asked what she did during the week and she never told me. I didn't think she was seeing anyone else. I'm not sure how I would have reacted if she was.




Another Cheating Wife Story



He divorce came final. She got $5000 per month alimony and $800 for each of her kids. She got the house and a new car. I guess Brian did quite well in business. She never indicated there were any problems.

Over the months, the kids mellowed toward their mother. The started out with lunch dates and slowly worked into a closer relationship. I heard tidbits of stuff about her. She started dating and went through quite a few men before she met a nice guy. The dated for about a year and finally moved in together. I never heard if they got married or not. I finally filed for divorce and the lawyers handled it. We didn't ask for anything from each other.

Amy graduated from high school and enrolled in UCLA. She majored in business but I think she was just shopping for a husband. She met a guy that was in his senior. His major was computer science. He was a good kid and was madly in love with her. She got all gooey every time she talked about him. They married a year after he graduated. He landed a good job and they gave me three beautiful grandchildren.

Kevin graduated from high school and enrolled at MIT. He wanted to be a mechanical engineer. He ended up specializing in robotics. He had girlfriends but hesitated getting married. I never pressured him about it. I suspect it had something to do with his mother.

After Kevin graduated from high school I took Sarah off the payroll. I never heard a word from her. I did notice that she sold the house. Over the years I heard less and less about her from the kids. I never asked about their relationship with her. We both moved on.

Tina and I stayed fuck buddies. We never discussed marriage. We were both gun shy about it. Finally after two years we moved in together. We had a great relationship. We were good for each other in and out of the bed. She never gave me any indication that she had anything on the side. 

I got along really well with her kids. One of them ended up working for me. He was a genius behind the keyboard. The other two moved on, got married and gave Tina lots of grandchildren.

I retired years later. I sold ten percent of my stock to retire on and split the rest between Kevin and Amy. Kevin kept an eye on the business for a a few years and then both of them sold their stock. They cashed out with 2.5 million each. It stayed in a Cayman Island bank. Tina and I are living in Costa Rica enjoying life in the tropics.



Another Cherry



I looked over my wife's shoulder looking at the picture that she was studying. We were at the annual Memorial Day gathering of her family.

"Who is that?" I asked.

"That is Rachel." Her mother said proudly from across the table.

I turned to look at the 23-year-old Rachel standing halfway across the kitchen. "You clean up real good girl!" I said, causing her to smile shyly.

The picture was stunning! Her blemishes and slight acme covered up, her hair combed perfectly and falling over her shoulder and face on one side, created a portrait of a very lovely young woman.

At 45, I had watched the girl grow into adulthood. I did not even know her age until just recently, surprising me that so much time had slipped by. I now began to study the girl with more interest. Having bedded two of my wife's sisters, I wondered if it was possible to bed such a young girl, a niece. I checked it off as a foolish thought, but it did not prevent me from appraising her womanly attributes.

In my opinion and liking, she was lacking in almost every region. She was a bit taller than my 5'9". Wearing a black, wraparound skirt and a silky deep red tapered blouse, her breasts were almost nonexistent. A slight protrusion, yes, but she was a girl one might call flat-chested. Still I wondered what they might look like. I found her thin hips quite appealing and watched her slight sway as she moved around the kitchen. Her legs were not at all pretty but shapely. I knew it was quite possible that the blemishes disappeared halfway up her thighs. I hope they did, anyway.

I knew she had just broken up with her latest boyfriend. My wife had told me the story and it was not pretty. Rachel's boyfriend of two years showed his true nature by suggesting they watch X-rated videos with one of his male friends.

Rachel was well bred and I knew her moral standards came from the older female clan. It was not a surprise that she had dumped the guy. Though the girl needed a few hamburgers to fill out her body, she would no doubt one day make a fine wife. But, I knew pickings were slim on the Eastern Shore of Virginia for a young girl of Rachel's raising. I hope she'd have enough sense to leave one day.

As with all of my wife's family and offspring, I had showed interest in their lives and the things they were interested in. I spent many an hour playing on a Commodore 64 with the boys and teasing the girls. Rachel was no exception and I always asked her about her life in general and what she was doing. I eventually found her alone, as one can be in a house full of people, near the opened front door that looked out upon a big yard and vast field. The storm door was the full glass type.

"How have you been doing Rachel?" I asked walking up behind her. "I hear you're working at the community college.

"Yes. I like it a lot but I'm looking at a few colleges." She answered. "I have not finished my degree yet."

"Where do you want to go?" I queried.

"Salisbury is the closest but I want to get further away, perhaps, Buffalo or New Hampshire, near to Judy." She replied.

"I highly recommend the mountain country of New Hampshire. It's a whole different world compared to this flat country, and Judy has a big house should you visit."

"She's a bit high strung for me but I guess I would visit occasionally." She said with a slight smile. "Staying close to family would make my mother feel better."

"I know what you mean." I said, smiling back. "That's why I didn't say, if you stay with her."

"I would miss a view like this!" She said.

I turned to answer a call from my wife and returned to the kitchen. At the end of the gathering, I sought Rachel out and gave her a hug, telling her to take care in whatever she decided to do. The weeks rolled by. I saw Rachel a number of times during the summer when we visited one house or the other of Della's sisters.

In late August, my wife said she had talked to Rachel's mother and was hoping that I would consider driving Rachel to New Hampshire. It would not be the first time I had shuttled my wife's family members to and from the Northeast. I agreed and the plans were finalized. In early September, before daybreak on a Saturday morning I headed for the Eastern Shore in my truck to gather up Rachel and her few suitcases etc.

"So, Miss Rachel, are you excited about school and getting away from home?" I asked as we turned on 13 N. 

"I'm scared to death." She replied, with her shy tone.

"Well, you just settled back and relax. We'll have you at college in about 13 hours."

"Are we going to drive straight through?" She asked with a bit of concern.

"That's one part of the trip that wasn't discussed." I replied. "I've always been used to doing long drives. But it doesn't have to be straight through. We could stop in the City if you like?"

"Could we?" She asked excitedly. "I saw New York City back in high school, but you used to live up there, didn't you? You could show me some neat places I bet?"

"I used to live on Long Island." I told her. "But yes, I could show you a few neat places. We could stay in one of the big hotels in the city. One last fling before you have to settle down and hit the books."

She was beaming as I reached for the cell-phone to call my wife to tell her of the plans. She expressed a bit of concern about the expense of two rooms in the City, but agreed it would make Rachel happy. She agreed to call Rachel's mother.

My wife had mentioned, with emphasis, the expense of two rooms, which made me a bit tense. Was it possible she knew are suspected something about her sisters? But I'm a conspiracy nut anyway so I pushed it to the back of my mind.

For whatever reason, Rachel scooted a bit closer to me on the bench seat of my truck. The concerns I had had about riding such a long way with such a young girl, that actually, I didn't really know, I put to rest as I listened to her near constant chatter. She commented about the scenery, the traffic, the leaves falling from the trees and anything else an excited young girl raised on the Eastern Shore could comment about.

"Did you eat any breakfast?" I asked as we rolled into Newcastle. "I ate some cereal, but I'm starving, how about you?"

I pulled into a buffet restaurant. Rachel hugged my right arm as we walked across the parking lot to the restaurant. I'd never seen anyone eat like she did. It may be happy to think I was helping to put pounds on the slim young lass. She again hugged my arm as we left the restaurant and I opened the passenger side door for her, making her smile as she said, "thank you good sir!"

We hit the Jersey Turnpike with Rachel sitting "very" close to me. As I sped through the toll plaza she kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you for lunch. I'm so excited about staying in the City tonight!" She exclaimed. "I wished I had brought something nice to wear."

"What would your mother have to say about that?" I quizzed.

"Don't be a killjoy." She said, tapping me lightly on the leg.

She chattered for many long miles before she became quiet for many more long miles. I glanced at her, saw her eyes open, and wondered why she was so quiet.

"Rachel, are you okay?" I queried softly.

"No, not really." She answered, dropping her head onto my shoulder. "Do you think it's weird for a 24-year-old woman to be a virgin?"

It took me a few moments to recover.

"I suppose, we're talking about you?"

"I came really close with, using your favorite word, that lowlife I wasted my last two years with, but when he touched me - down there - I came to my senses." She confessed. "I hate being a virgin. I just want it to be with someone I care about, a lot."

"I have to say that it's unusual for a girl your age to be a virgin nowadays, but I know your grandmother, rest her soul, your mother and the other women in your life. Your aunt was a virgin at 21 when I married her. Kate and Judy might have strayed from the straight and narrow before they married, but the rest of the girls I would bet money were virgins when they married, all in their 20s." I related. "And I certainly commend you."

"You seem to know a lot about the sisters?" She said.

"Things get around. Stories are told." I replied.

Again, Rachel became quiet for a few miles.

"I would not mind giving you my virginity." She said, placing her head on my shoulder again. "I know you are kind and would be gentle. Mom has never broached the subject. I've been scared to. I've read so much and it's scary."

"I'm flattered Rachel, but you need to forget that foolishness." I began, trying to keep my mind from screaming "another cherry". "You really hardly know me. You see me mostly on holidays. You need to spend time with a person before you give yourself away." Continuing in a few moments, "we're having a good time, we're going to spend the night in the City, have a good meal and stay in a nice hotel. It must feel like a fairytale to you but it's far from it. Us being intimate could have serious consequences."

"You read stories all the time about young boys having a brief affair with an older woman that they remember for the rest of their lives." She defended. "What's wrong with a young girl giving an older man her virginity, someone she will remember forever. You sure as well will!" She added, with a chuckle.

"Like I said young lady, you need to rethink this." I cautioned her. "Now get ready! We're coming out of the tunnel and it's a beautiful crisp day. Say hello to New York City!"

Rachel was like a child seeing a parade or Santa Claus for the first time. She literally bounced on the seat, hugging my arm. I drove us around the city for an hour and a half pointing out various things I thought would interest her. A slow drive, whether you wanted to or not, down Broadway, then, Central Park topped it off before we headed for the hotel, hoping they would have a room for us high above the city. Not really worried, as five-star, expensive hotels will always have a room. It was almost dark.

I pulled up in front of the Waldorf-Astoria and exited quickly, turning the car keys over to an attendant. Our bags would eventually turn up in the room. Air-miles and a small amount of real money would fund the one $500 room. Yes, I said, one room. We were underdressed for such a hotel, but brashness speaks of money, and I had a lady to impress. Borrowing a tie at the Peacock Alley Restaurant would be a minor inconvenience. 

I rationalized the one room idea to Rachel, explaining there were cheaper hotels but I thought I would give her a real treat. She readily agreed, not inquiring as to the number of beds in the room. I went out of my way to inform her there were two beds. Requesting high, Rachel was wowed appropriately by the luxury of the room on the 46th floor and spent many minutes roaming around looking and turning on lights. She returned to a window often.

After a very good dinner, we made our way by cab to the Empire State Building, riding on a number of elevators to the top. I was always awed by the night view of the City. Rachel seemed overwhelmed as I followed her around trying to keep up.

After we had arrived in the City there had been no more talk of virginity. But, all the while I was pondering the outcome of this day. My every fiber told me to reject the offer. But I knew deep down it wasn't in me to do that. I had fucked two of my wife's sisters. What really frightened me was having the same problem with Rachel as I had had with my wife. After chasing my wife's ass all over the bed on our wedding night, finally calling it quits, it took weeks for me to finally get my cock in her fully. We did not have comfortable sex, for her, until after our first baby was born. If I ran into the same problem with Rachel, I just didn't want to think about it, it would be a disaster for her.

We finally returned to the hotel room and Rachel became awed all over again. It was near midnight. Our specified two suitcases were there. I told her I was going to take a shower. I showered and came out with only a housecoat on and told her the bathroom was hers. I did not see the clothing she retrieved from her one suitcase, but I fully expected her to return wearing a housecoat. She did not! I was sitting on the leather sofa drinking a Coke and watching the weather when Rachel exited the bathroom.

She approached me wearing a very thin, thigh length, light-blue gown. I could clearly see the white panties through the nightgown. They were of the bikini type. Also, the size and shape of her breasts were no longer a question. They were indeed small, maybe a handful, just.

"Do you like?" She queried turning in a circle.

"More than you know." I answered. "But I thought maybe you had come to your senses?"

"I know you don't believe me but I have thought long and hard about this. There is no worry of pregnancy and I know you're not going to turn me down."

"And how have you become so wise?" I asked, a bit of surprise in my tone.

"I hear things too!" She replied with confidence. "I overheard Judy and Katie talking months ago. Don't worry uncle Bill, your secrets will not be revealed by me."

I figured there was no need to deny anything. She continued.

"Katie I can see. Her husband is a lowlife. But how did you get high strung Judy into bed?" Rachel queried. "I miss Katie a lot. We were close. Was she able to -- you know?"

"Della had left for work. Judy called me into the bedroom where she was lying naked. Surprised the hell out of me too." I explained. "I miss Kate too. And, yes, she did quite well."

There were a few moments of uncomfortable silence.

"I hate to admit it but I am a bit embarrassed for you to see me naked." She said, turning and walking toward the beds, the thin nightgown giving me an excellent view of her buttocks. "So would you turn off all the lights? I would like to leave the curtains open to let in the lights of the city."

Reaching the beds, she turned, waiting.

"So you're not going to listen to reason?" I asked.

"No."

I think Rachel had cut on every light in the room again. I counted eight including the bathroom lights. Rachel was in the bed on the right, a large queen-size luxurious bed, and had positioned herself on the right, under the covers. As I removed by housecoat and entered the bed, I doubted if she could see my already quite rigid erection. She turned to face me and snuggled in close. I stayed on my back.

"This is such a lovely place to lose my virginity." She whispered in my ear. "And I know I'm with someone I can trust and care about."

Someone she could trust? I was probably going to feel like a heel after taking this young girl's virginity, but in the end it would be something of joy to me. I was going to do my best to make sure she would feel the same way. I turned towards her, taking care not to let my erection poke her, gathered her in my arms, and kissed her. A long tender kiss turned passionate as I slipped my hand under the gown to cup her breast. She pushed her tongue into my mouth when I thumbed her nipple. It became firm under my touch.

"Can I touch it?" She whispered, breaking our kiss.

"Of course." I answered.

I felt Rachel's hand touch my belly and proceed down until she found my cock. Her fingers roamed up and down the shaft a number of times, then, toyed with the domed head.

"It's so hard and big."

"How about we removed the nightgown." I suggested.

In the darkness I watched her ultra-thin form lift up and remove the nightgown over her head as I stripped the covers off us. When she came back to me, my right hand immediately went to her butt and I squeezed it tenderly as I pulled her against me, ignoring my erection rubbing against her belly as I slipped my knee between her legs bringing my knee tight against her crotch. Her slight gasp was as expected, as was her, seemingly involuntary, left hand reacquiring my cock. Except, this time there was no toying, she gripped it firmly.

"I want you in me!" She exclaimed in a whisper.

"Shhhhhhhhh." I breathed in a calming tone. "This is only going to happen once so lets take our time and make it last."

We began to kiss passionately again, our tongues fencing. My hand explored her body for many long minutes before I slipped it between her legs, replacing my knee. With my middle finger extended, I tenderly pushed her panties against her labia, then, creasing it between the length of the lips. Her moans vibrated against my face as she yanked on my cock. Her panties became wet. With Della, only on rare occasions did I get to experience the wanton exhilaration of a woman in lust. I slipped my finger under the crotch of her panties and another burst of sexual desire shot through Rachel's body.

I was touching her "there" and she did not shy. It eased my conscience just a bit knowing she was welcoming my touch to her treasure. Yes indeed, I considered her young pussy a real treasure. It was soft as cotton. I left her pussy momentarily to strip her of her panties. I had yet to seriously concentrate on her clit. When I put my finger to her clit, her back arched as our kiss broke and she groaned a most passionate groan of animal lust. I began to scrub her clit with two fingers, causing her to lift her ass and widen her thighs.

"Please, Bill, take it now! " She begged. "I need your dick in me."

I had no intention of stopping, fulfilling her plea. I wanted her to be sopping wet when the time finally came. Knowing, the more lubrication the better. My wife and I had early on used Vaseline often. And, there was one other thing I needed for me.

I started at her breasts, suckling on each nipple for a long moment before moving down her belly. A few minutes earlier, as my hand slipped between her legs, her bush had felt ample enough. Now, as my nose eased through it I deemed it to my liking. I pushed her legs wide. 

"Are you going to kiss it?" She whispered.

"Do you mind?"

"Heavens no. I was hoping you would. I've read so much...............

Her knees naturally bent and lifted as I pushed my hands under her buttocks. 

"Oh God!" She moaned when my tongue touched her clit.

I breathed in deeply to imprint her feminine odor on my brain. This was going to be a delicate venture. I did not want her to come, but to be at the very peak of wanton desire. I teased and taunted her clit until her mutterings and moans seemed delirious. She was now indeed sopping wet, my face and chin attesting to it.

"It's time Rachel. Relax as best you can and guide it in." I said lovingly as I moved to mount her, taking care to keep my weight off of her.

Rachel reacted quite naturally as she acquired my cock and placed it to her. I pushed into her very slowly as her body stilled under me and seemed to tense.

"Relax sugar." I coached. "Let your body relax and most of all let your pussy relax."

"I'm trying to." Her voice trembled in reply. "I wasn't expecting it to be so big."

I planned on telling her later that I wasn't all that big - 6 inches at best - but thick - and there were bigger out there.

"I know." I whispered lovingly. "We're almost there."

She whimpered slightly and it was done. I was fully into her. I pushed deeper causing her to gasp, then:

"Is that it?" She queried with surprise.

"That's it Rachel." I assured her. "Not that bad after all. Now, we'll go easy and break it in a little. If you feel so inclined, push back when you feel comfortable. But tell me if you begin to hurt."

"Break in my pussy! That's funny Bill." She giggled.

I began to pump into her slowly. After a few moments she began to push back.

"That feels real good!" She said. "Can we go a little faster?"

"We can do anything you want. Just tell me what you desire." I replied, as I began to pick up the rhythm.

"Where do I put my legs for best penetration?" She queried.

"Unwrap them from around me." I directed. "Pull them back as far as you can and keep them as wide as you can. You're moving your ass just fine. It's very arousing."




Another Cherry



24-year-old Rachel was soon peppering me with demands, using sexual banter like a newfound toy.

"Fuck me hard! Bill you got a good cock! Push it deep. Push it deep in my pussy! Your cock is so hard." She bantered. "Do women talk like this when they screw? I think you like it."

I tried to keep from chuckling, and answered, "some do and some don't. What's important is how it makes you feel."

"It drives me insane!" She exclaimed. "But do you like it?"

"I think I can speak for the majority of men." I replied. "It's safe to say it drives all of us insane. Rachel do you masturbate?"

"Sometimes." She replied with a bit of shyness and embarrassment in her tone.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of dear." I assured her. "I just want to know if you're familiar with orgasm. You're going to have one soon."

"If you fuck me a bit harder and faster, I don't think it's very far away."

Rachel had not complained of any discomfort and I began to fuck her with determination. Her banter ceased and her moaning increased. Her breathing became quite labored and I felt her hot exhales on my neck and shoulder. It did, however, take a few long minutes, which I enjoyed immensely.

"Uncle Bill! Uncle Bill! Uncle BILLLLllllllllllllllllllllllll!. She bellowed as her ass shot skyward, but contained by me pushing firmly, and repeatedly, into her.

I continued to pump into her with determination, moving my hands to grip her lean ass, supporting most of my weight on my head on the bed at her side.

"Yes! I waited for this moment for so long!" She cried. "I've wanted this even more than losing my virginity! Give it to me! Please!"

"Keep talking Rachel!"

"Fuck me Uncle Bill! Fuck my sweet virgin pussy with your rock hard dick......."

"Cock! Rachel. Cock." I instructed.

"Yes, of course. Fuck me with your rock hard cock!"

She only had to wait a few short minutes. Unlike me, I groaned like a wounded animal when my cock jerked inside of her, filling her young virgin pussy with my cum. Also unlike me, I was able to continue our intercourse for long, long minutes, as my cock remained firm. It was still quite firm when I pulled slowly out of her, kissing her on her forehead, wanting to give her time to mentally process the entering into true womanhood. And give me time to reenergize.

"You may want to roll out of bed quickly in case you're bleeding a bit." I directed. "Here, hold these tissues to you until you get to the toilet. After you clean up a bit, if you want to continue I think I might be ready. We'll do something irregardless."

I reached to turn on the bed lamp beside her. I straightened up the bedding and called the front desk asking for a wake-up call at 6 AM. When I heard the water running in the bathtub, I joined her and washed my cock at the sink. As I dried myself, I studied her squatting there in the tub washing her pussy. She smiled up at me from time to time.

"You're embarrassing me." She told me shyly.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Not anymore." I told her tenderly.

"You've seen this a lot, I suppose." She quizzed.

"A lot, yes, but it never gets old. It's the most erotic thing I've ever seen."

"I don't want to scare you, but I hope I can do this for you again one day." She teased.

I shook my head at her briefly before staring into her eyes. Her smile was intoxicating.

"Was it everything you hoped for? You have no idea how happy you have made me." I told her.

"It was and is! Did I make you as happy as Judy and Katie?" She asked.

"There is no comparison." I honestly replied. "And for a man my age to be honored with another Cherry!"

"You took my Cherry!" She chuckled, standing. "If I only had another to give you."

I handed Rachel a towel and watched her dry herself.

"Are you sure you got it? I didn't bleed a drop."

I swatted her rear-end as she moved past me. I then followed her back to the bed. I had placed her gown and panties on her pillow and watched as she picked up her panties and looked into the waistband seemingly to find the tab on the back. 

"Are you going to put them back on?" I queried.

"No, of course not. Force of habit! Forgive me." She answered, throwing panties and gown to a nearby chair. "I hate to admit it but I'm a bit tired. Can we just snuggle!"

"You've had a long day. Of course." I said, hiding my true feelings.

She entered the bed and turned on her left side, pulling the bedding tight under her neck. I turned off the lamp and walked around the bed. Lifting the covers, I joined her and spooned close against her, my right hand cupping her buttock.

"You're still hard." She said. "Do you have the clock set early enough for us to make love in the morning?"

"A wake-up call at 6 AM." I whispered an answer. "Do you mind if I rub your butt until you go to sleep?"

"That would be nice." She answered. "But with you so hard, do you think we could go to sleep with it in me?"

"I'm sure we can." I assured her. "Pull your right leg up and lift it up a little until I get inside you."

I scooted down a bit, took hold of my cock, which surprisingly to me was quite firm. The effect of young pussy, I figured. I probed tenderly until the head of my cock pushed into her. Nature took over again and she wiggled and pushed her ass as I pushed into her.

"You're not sore are you?" I queried, pushing deep.

"No." She answered as if her mind was somewhere else. "That's quite good."

I fully expected Rachel to fall asleep but she continued to push back on my cock. I replaced my hand on her buttock and squeezed it softly. Long minutes passed as she continued a very slow but persistent rhythm, her ass moving no more than an inch. I began to push ever so slightly into her sending my cock a bit deeper.

"I thought you are going to sleep?" I whispered.

"SSHsssssssssss."

We continued our barely measurable, unhurried intercourse for 17 minutes. I know exactly because I was looking at the clock as it ticked the minutes away. Such intercourse was new to me and it felt like her tight young pussy was squeezing the head of my cock when it penetrated deep and withdrew ever so slightly. Listening to her barely audible murmur and breathing, I was mesmerized and intoxicated by the young Rachel's control of our intercourse. When I was not squeezing her butt I was cupping her right breast, thumbing its nipple.

"I can't come like this." She finally whispered. "Can you touch me? Make me come?"

"I could, but I don't want to spoil anything. You feel so relaxed and in control. You have every inch of me inside you and I'm as hard as I have ever been. Your right hand is free." I suggested.

"Is that all right with you?" She queried.

"You're a wise young woman. I know you feel it's unnatural for you to please yourself when you're with a man, but I'm concerned with your ultimate satisfaction. All I ask is that you don't rush to orgasm."

"I won't. I promise."

I was aware of her right hand moving downward and turning palm up. Her very audible moan and her ass pushing hard onto my cock told me all I needed to know. All I needed to do was follow her rhythm.

Unbelievably, after the initial contact of her finger to her clit, her slow methodical rhythm never noticeably increased. Us fucking this way was intense! My cock was so hard I thought it was going to rupture.

22 minutes! 25 minutes! I was aware of her ups and downs of arousal as she was undoubtedly withdrawing her finger from her clit, keeping herself swaying on the top rung of the ladder but not dropping over.

"I've got to do it uncle Bill!" She whimpered.

"Hold it a little longer." I challenged. "Your control is unbelievable.

"I feel faint! God I'm dying!" She whined. "Please! Please! OOHHHHHHH GGOOODDDDDDD!"

Rachel's ass pushed back hard and I shoved hard against her, into her, causing her to gasp. Then, her ass shot forward and I grabbed her hip to stop it and shoved my cock forward keeping it deep in her.

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!" She bellowed. "GET ON TOP OF ME!"

I shifted my weight onto her ass and midsection, pumping my cock into her, pounding her ass, my right hand pushing on her right thigh to keep it high and wide, her slim ass devoid of any buffering flab, gave me total access to her pussy.

"Oh mercy! Fuck it's big! Hurry before I fall off the bed! Dammit uncle Bill! Come in me!"

I punished her ass relentlessly for perhaps two to three minutes before my own orgasm made me growl with lustful, male primate dominance. The ecstasy lasted long moments, along with the flooding of her ultra-flat belly. I collapsed to the left off of her, but quickly returned to embrace her buttocks as she lay crying.

"I'm sorry Rachel! I didn't mean to hurt you." I consoled.

"I'm not hurt. Really. I'm not hurt at all." She sobbed. "I just can't believe anything could be that erotic and wonderful." Then, she began laughing. "My emotions or overloaded. I love you."

Instantly relieved, I lavished kisses on her buttocks, moving up her back to her neck and shoulders.

"Maybe I should rephrase that," she chuckled, pushing herself up to maneuvered to her back. "My pussy is fine but my back is something else. Kiss me you crazy man!"

"You're okay? You're sure?" I quizzed with concern after a long passionate kiss.

She pulled my head down on her chest embracing my head.

"I'm perfect." She assured me. "Now, lets get some sleep. I want a good hour of that peter of yours before I shower in the morning."

I did not know about her, but I drifted off with my head on her breasts.

When the phone rang at 6 AM, I was aware of her picking up the phone and then hanging it up. I saw her glance over at me. Seeing me awake, she started to turn to face me.

"I gotta pee." I said, rolling out of bed and making a beeline for the bathroom in the dawning light. I switched on the light. After relieving myself, I quickly brushed my teeth. I left the light on when I exited the bathroom, thinking, rightly so, that Rachel may want to do the same. 

When I returned to the bed, Rachel hustled to the bathroom to also pee. Lying on my back I watched her scurry soundlessly over the plush carpet and sit down on the toilet. She looked in my direction as she peed and smiled, though I wondered if she could actually tell if I was watching. I watched her gather up toilet paper twice to wipe herself, taking more care with the first over the second. 

"Do you want to come watch me wash?" She asked.

"What I want is for you to bring your sexy-self back to bed." I replied loud enough for her to hear. "Forget washing."

"All right. Give me one more moment."

I watched the naked young woman walking in silhouette, she left the light on, back towards the bed. My cock began to firm up again with anticipation.

"It's not very fresh." She said, kneeing herself onto the bed, straddling my legs and taking my cock in her left hand. "But I don't think you care cause this says you are a hungry, hungry hippo." All the while continuing up to kiss me for a long moment. "We're both in need of a shower."

"OK! I suppose you're right." I replied, lifting my torso.

"Don't even think about moving!" She rebuked, pushing me back down.

The dawn was slowly becoming a new day, illuminating the room and the body of my young niece as she studied my manhood, stroking it slowly but firmly.

"Do you masturbate?" She queried. 

"Yes." I answered. 

"How often?"

"Two to four times a week." I boldly confessed.

"My aunt not putting out enough?" She questioned. "Shame on her."

"Something like that." I answered. "But don't hold it against her. She doesn't have the sexual drive I have. She's excellent when the mood strikes her. Her being a natural red-head -- collar and cuff -- it was a real disappointment too." 

"You're funny Bill!" She said, then, "You know, your peter is big, and that's a good thing, but it's not so cute. It's angry looking, actually, with thick veins. The head reminds me of Darth-Vader's helmet."

"It's feelings are hurt!" I fretted. "I think."

"Will this make amends?" Rachel offered, maneuvering up, putting my engorged dome head to her and slowly easing herself onto my firm shaft, her feet flat on the bed, hands on her knees.

"That's a start sugar butt." I replied.

"Lord! I'm faint! Now, what do I do?" She queried sitting still on my cock.

"You want to be robbed of discovery by me directing you?"

She gave no answer as she levitated her ass up off my shaft and lowered her ass onto it again. She repeated the action slowly a few times before she leaned back, supporting her torso with her hands placed on the bed. I was mesmerized as I stared at our coupling, clearly seeing my cock sliding in and out of her. Still she was not comfortable with her position and she came forward again placing her knees on the bed. This seemed to please her as she placed her hands on the bed next to my sides.

"That's better." She moaned with closed eyes, her ass lifting and dropping, withdrawing my cock halfway out of her with each cycle.

I reached to toy with her breast, thumbing her nipples that I had found always excited her. Her moans deepened. The suction on my cock was ratcheting up my arousal and I began to thrust into her, matching her rhythm. Occasionally, I looked down to study our coupling.

"Your young virgin pussy is so tight." I whispered. 

"Is it? Your big cock gives me a feeling of great pleasure bordering on pain, which I don't want to stop." Then, after a moment, "you're still calling me a virgin? I think we have broken this thing in."

"I assure you there are bigger cocks than mine out there. And I'm hating that thought already." 

"What? Someone else fucking me?" 

"Yes." I answered with a disappointed tone.

"Just keep in mind that you were the first." She offered. "It will help you suffer with a smile. I figure, due to our incestuous relationship, I will not be inclined to tell another man who took my cherry." 

"Rachel you are wise beyond your years." 

"Now hush up and let me concentrate." She said. 

"I will, if you will open your eyes and look at me." 

I looked at the deep lustful concentration showing in Rachel's face as she searched for the touch and rhythm that would bring her orgasm. It dawned on me that during our brief sexual encounter, her desire was always for orgasm. A teachable moment, I thought, after her orgasm of course. 

Another natural feminine instinct, I suppose, but the position that finally brought her to orgasm was sitting tall and thrusting forward on my cock without hardly any withdrawal of the shaft from her pussy, with her hands high on her thighs.

"Look at me Rachel." I reminded her numerous times, as she was inclined to arch backwards, closing her eyes, her long hair hanging suspended. "Look at me!"

She stuck her tongue out at me childishly. I then watched her mouth perform a number of sexually insightful changes: biting her up and lower lip, pushing her puckered lips outward, biting her slightly extended tongue and puffing, mouth open, like a woman in labor.

I had no problem containing my arousal, remaining stiff and rock hard for Rachel's enjoyment. I saw her body tense and her mouth opened but emitted no sound for long moments. Then the moan surfaced. A loud animal sound as her ass reciprocated at a frenzied pace, all the while staring intensely into my eyes. After long moments of the most beautiful sight I have ever seen, her orgasm, she dropped forward, exhausted.

I wrapped her in my arms for long moments before maneuvering her to her back. As natural as could be, her legs spread and lifted as she acquired my cock and placed it to her. I entered her and pushed deep, causing her to sigh with contentment.

Normally, I would have rushed to my own orgasm. A teachable moment, remember! I gathered her in my arms and began stroking inside of her with a moderate rhythm on the slower side. Many long minutes passed.

"Are you not going to come?" She finally whispered.

"I'm just enjoying your lovely tight pussy." I whispered. "Are you enjoying my cock? The feel of it inside of you?"

"I thought that's what you were doing." She whispered back. "I am. I appreciate your little lesson and I apologize for not telling you how much I have enjoyed just the act of fucking. It's a quarter after seven and I want my honey juice."

Chuckling, I began to ramp up my rhythm.

"That's what I'm talking about!" She encouraged. "Show me how much you love my pussy! Wheeeee! Yes uncle Bill! Fuck my pussy! No one is ever going to make me feel like you do. Ouuuuu, I think it just got a little harder! Are you close?"

"Yesssssss!" I assured her in a labored whisper.

She was, I thought, over exaggerating the thrust of her ass. I felt her hands on my ass, her nails biting into my buttocks. Her banter and actions were making me crazy with desire to give her what she wanted, my honey juice. I tried as best I could to fuck her harder and faster. I was tiring.

"Come on! You're close! I can feel it! Yessssssssssssss!"

My groan was deep and long as I shot my load, my honey juice, into Rachel's pussy. I continued to pump into her until my withered cock plopped out of her.

"I love you uncle Bill." She whispered as she hugged me tightly.

"I love you too Rachel." I returned.

We showered together, dressed, did what little packing we had to do and enjoyed a very expensive breakfast inside the hotel. I handed a ticket for the truck to an attendant and went to the desk to check out. Rachel had informed me that she was going out onto the street to enjoy the New York morning. I found her and the truck waiting and we were soon on the Garden State headed for the Tappan Zee Bridge, a 45-minute roundabout but I liked the route.

Rachel started the day on the quiet side sitting close to me as before, but she was soon chattering, telling me about Antioch University of New England in Keene New, Hampshire. She had landed a job in the business office doing pretty much what she was doing at the community college on the Eastern Shore. She continued telling me about her classes and how beautiful the campus was in the pictures.

"You're very close to aunt Judy." I informed her. "Only about 40 minutes."

"You're joking." She said in a surprised tone. "I didn't look on a map."

After a quick coffee and bathroom stop near New London, CT., we headed in a more northerly direction. Rachel was wearing a full woolen skirt and without giving it much thought my hand dropped to her left leg after pointing out a pretty house near Worchester, MA.. A minute or two later, she lifted my hand and I momentarily thought I had somehow did something inappropriate, but she pulled her skirt clear of her leg and replaced my hand to her bare leg. Within a few miles, she placed her hand on top of mine again and pulled it up and inside of her thigh, spreading her legs considerably. I was inches from her panty-protected pussy.

A Sunday, I started studying the interstate traffic behind me. It was light to almost nonexistent. I slowed down considerably. The fingers of my right hand began to slowly creep over her thigh towards her treasure. My middle finger reached and lightly touched her protected pussy, causing her to sigh and then edge closer, causing our legs to touch. She placed her hand atop mine once more and pulled it tight against her crotch.

I saw an exit approaching and pulled off of the interstate, coming to a stop in the lined V created on the left side of the exit, pulling up to the tip of the grass. With my left hand, I pulled a roadmap out of the holder on the door, opening it partially and placing it atop the steering wheel. I deemed us safe from collision or discovery and attended to the need at hand. Rachel slipped her hand off mind and reached to squeeze my crotch. I slid my finger under the far side of the panties and rubbed her pussy with the back of my middle finger.




Another Cherry



Inside the well insulated, warm truck I listened to Rachel's breathing. The extended cab truck had a darkened glass in the rear, still I watched for approaching traffic diligently, mostly for a state patrol car.

Rachel's right hand pulled the crotch of her panties clear of her pussy, causing me to change position but allowing me to finger her properly.

"Is it good sugar?" I whispered, estimating the time of the next car to look at her pussy.

"Yes uncle Bill. It's wonderful." She moaned.

It took less than 10 minutes to bring the young woman to orgasm. When her orgasm evaporated, she reached and fumbled with my zipper.

"No, not here. We will be getting off the interstate in a few exits. We'll find a place then." I told her, folding the map as she drunkenly straightened herself and her skirt.

I wheeled the truck onto the right lane and pushed the accelerator open. The speed limit was 70 and in less than 20 minutes I flew off the exit to route 12. The countryside was rural but it was wintertime and the leaves were off the trees offering no concealment.

I soon saw a roadside something or other coming up and slowed down. It turned out to be an abandoned store and I rolled across the gravel and pulled behind it. Rachel was already maneuvering to her knees as I pushed the truck into Park. I unzipped my fly and struggled to get my cock through my briefs. Releasing it, Rachel proceeded to mount me hitting the horn slightly in the process. She pulled her panties to one side once more and I held my cock as I probed. She apparently felt the head of my cock push into her and she pushed herself down onto it.

With her arms around my neck and my hands gripping her ass, I wasted little time. I fucked her with abandonment, lifting her body with my strong thrusts causing her to grunt and moan. I was as hungry as ever for her pussy. I filled her belly in record time.

"You are a vixen." I sighed as I continued a leisurely thrust into her.

I heard her whimper.

"Rachel, are you crying again?" I asked with concern.

"Yes. I can't help it. You make me so happy. And now you are going to leave me. And don't call me a vixen. I'm a good girl."

"I know you are a good girl sweetheart. I was just playing."

Then continuing, "I told you there would be consequences." I said squeezing her tightly against me. "Please don't cry. I'm feeling as bad as you are. When we get a little distance between us you'll feel better."

I eased her off of me.

"I'm never going to be all right." She said, carefully extricating herself away from the steering wheel. She then reached for the box of tissues on the floor, grabbing three or four, placing and positioning them under her panties. I stared down at my khakis and saw that there was a bit of wetness. I hoped there would be no stain.

I noticed I had not even turned the truck off. I eased it into reverse and backed out. No cars either way............. We were back on the road! I drove for a few minutes when a thought occurred to me.

"A suggestion if I might. When you find a male friend and he asks you out on a date if you masturbate before going on said date you'll have a clear head and not do something foolish."

Rachel, to my chagrin, began laughing, which turned into a long belly laugh, causing her to actually double over holding her belly. It lasted a long minute. I could feel myself blush.

"I will uncle Bill!" She humorously managed to say. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to make fun of you but that was funny. Shame we're not Mormon. Then I'd be yours."

"Thank you. If men cried, I would be crying like you were back there."

We chatted about everything we could think about until we reached university grounds. We rode around a bit finding it indeed beautiful. Then, we found her dorm and she started gathering up her things.

"You got one box left." I said, pointing to a rather large box still in the back. "I'll grab it."

"Don't bother. That one goes to Judy's." She said, beaming an amused smile.

"The hell you say?"

"Nope! Mom sent some things up to her. I told her not to mention it to you. I was afraid it might put a damper on things. You'd be thinking about getting her into bed rather than me."

"I'm not going to bed with her silly girl." I assured her.

"I believe you." Rachel replied, and then, "unless you find her lying naked in her bed. Or, if you spend the night, maybe she'll come to your bed." She continued to tease. "As for me, I'll be hoping I wore that thing out and you'll have a clear head and not do anything foolish."

"Funny girl."