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Jump

By: Dani_Blade



I walked to the ledge and looked over. I was tired, tired of trying, tired of keeping a peace that would never hold. Tired of being in the middle or of being forgotten. They didn't understand all that they were truly doing to me. He didn't understand all that he had done. I was tired of fighting this forever losing battle. So I was going to do what I had thought of often. But even though I thought of it often, I never really thought I would do it. But things change. I'm ready now.

People say that those who take their own life are cowards, but in truth they are strong, for it takes a lot of strength to endure what they do for as long as the can. It also takes great courage to go as far as taking your own life. But I am at that point. No, I do not consider myself to be strong or courageous, I consider myself to be tired and worn down to nothing. I am not who I once was.

I step closer to the ledge, thinking about my family one last time. Thinking of them how they were, before everything happened to tear us apart. Suddenly the roof door opens, and a man steps out. He doesn't see me, but I can see him just fine. His face is like a vision from a dream, so familiar yet I can't place him in my memory. As he turns to close the door I can see he has headphones in, he lights up a cigarette as he starts mumbling the words to the song. Slowly I can feel a memory surfacing, the one that I know him from. I can just make out the lyrics from a long forgotten song, the song then sparks a memory, the memory a face, the face a name. The song is Self-Conclusion by The Spill Canvas, the face, a boy from what I consider a past life, when really he is from a time when I was happy, happy and carefree. It's ironic that it would be him that I see on this night. This night when I have given up, when I am no longer happy or carefree. 

Jake is his name. I whisper his name softly as he turns towards me, still unseeing. I turn away from him, looking back out at the roof tops of the buildings around us. I look down at my feet to see that all I had to do was step up to the ledge, and then off. So I take that last step up. I can hear him cursing behind me, telling me that he has spotted me. I can hear his feet as he runs across the roof. I close my eyes as I lean forward and whisper "I'm sorry Jake." As I start to lean over the edge, I feel an arm wrap around my waist and jerk me back onto the roof. We both land hard back on the roof, his arm still around my waist, him breathing heavily in my ear. I start to scratch at his arm, trying to get it off me so I can jump. I want to feel that freedom at least once before I die, but he holds me tighter, even straddling me so he can pin my arms down to stop me from hitting him. 

As he looks at me I can see the pity on his face as he sees all my bruises, all my scars; then shock as he seems to recognize me. "Danielle?" he whispers with disbelief, almost like he can't believe it's really me. 

I just look at him for a minute, until I sigh and say "Hi, Jake."

"What are you... How are you.... Why are.... Were you really going to jump?" he asks, jumping from one thought and question to another faster than I could really follow. 

"Yes Jake, I was really going to jump, and if you would just get off me I could do just that." I tell him. If I hadn't been so lost in the ever growing black hole that is my mind, I probably would have known not to say that, especially to him. As soon as those words were out of my mouth I should have known he would never let me go. He was my savior, he has always been my savior, my rock in the past. I don't know why I thought it would be different now. 

His grip on my arms got subtly tighter, the look on his face almost furious. "No!" he says and I can hear an almost shake or tremble to his voice, and I know my words affected him. I cant understand his reaction. Ive known him forever, but I have never meant anything more than a friend to him. He was a source of happiness to me because of the feelings I had harbored, deep feelings for him. Hiding them from him when I couldn't be with him. I could never tell him my feelings for him when I finally understood just what they were and how strong they really were. It was a secret I always had to keep. I tried so hard to forget them, to forget him, but it was impossible. Starring up at him now, I realized just how impossible it really was to forget him, or the feelings I felt for him, especially when all those feeling can rushing back. I looked up at him and hated myself for causing the look of pain on his face. 

"Please Jake, just let me go." I asked. I sounded and felt defeated. Nothing I could do would ever be right. I would never be right for him, I am too weak, too lost. It would be too unfair to him to have to save me, to fix me; I'm not savable, not fixable.

"I am not letting you go; I won't ever let you go." His words confused me. Not letting me go I understood, I was ready to hurl myself off the building, it was the not ever letting me go part the confused me. Why? Why would he never let me go? Was he going to be like the person I just escaped from? Wait... why would I ever think that? Of course he wouldn't be; this is Jake. But then why would he say that? He can't have feelings for me right? I mean I'm me. Bruised, battered, broken, and ready to throw myself off a roof. Used, weathered, damaged. Nothing. That's what I am. I am nothing. So it can't be that. Maybe it's because we've known each other so long, maybe he feels obligated because of that. Then again, it's been years since I last saw him, so it's not like he knows me anymore. Maybe it's because he thinks he's saving the person he knew all those years before. But he can't, it's not possible to, she's been dead for years. 

"Why Jake? It's not like you know me anymore?" I asked him. I needed an answer. "How did you even find me? No one should be able to find me." This was something I was more desperate to know. If Jake could find me after all these years, then the one I'm running from would be able to find me, and that, that can't happen, ever. 

"I didn't find you, not really. I live in this building; I have so for about a year. As for not knowing you, I will always know you, we've known each other for too long for me not to know you, no matter how long it's been." He told me, which answered everything but the why. "Why should no one be able to find you though?" he questioned.

"But why Jake, why won't you let me go?" I repeated; I really wanted an answer. "No one should be able to find me, if someone can find me, he can find me. If he finds me I'll never be able to escape again and I won't go back, I can't go back." I had just escaped not a couple days before, and I would never go back. "I'm tired Jake, I'm tired of running, tired of fighting for my life every day, I'm tired of being scared all the time. I can't take it. Things will never change." I said with a sigh. It was true, all of it. "I'm tired; please just let me go so I can rest for the first time in years. Please."

"No, I won't let you go, I didn't find you, you found me. I live here. This is my apartment building. What do you mean you just escaped? Who is this guy you keep talking about? And fighting for your life? Why are you fighting for your life every day? Why did you never call me, you know I would have come to save you, don't you remember? I will always be your night." He said, trying to keep calm. I could see how angry he was getting, feel it in my arms where he held me. I could tell by how he asked the questions, that he was trying to process what was really being said. That he didn't quite believe what I was saying. 

"My ex. He found me a few years ago, took me, held me against my will. I fought for my life every day I was there, because he had one purpose in mind." I looked away, blinking back tears, as I remembered every life I held, and every life I gave up. "You don't believe me do you, the bruises aren't enough proof? Well look at my back, that should be proof enough for you." He gave me a look, which said he was unsure, but that he would look anyway. He grabbed both my arms in one hand; it was easy enough seeing how underweight I was. He lifted off me just enough to allow me to roll over. As he started to the back of my shirt I heard the intake of breathe, I knew then that he could see it, well at least some of it. 

"What is it?" he asked.

"They are burn marks. One for every child I lost." I could hear him counting slowly, and closed my eyes against more tears as the number grew higher and higher. "I did try to call you, the few times I was alone with a phone nearby, but I never got it to ring more than a few times, before I had to hang up."

"Eight, there are eight burn marks here Danielle, are you telling me, you were pregnant eight times within the past couple years?" He asked me, sounding outraged.

"No, I'm telling you that I was pregnant eight times that he knows of, and that was his punishment for me. No, I kept my own record, and it was longer than a couple years." I told him, talking more to the ground than him. 

"How many? How many times Danielle, and how long?" He demanded, rolling me back over as he did so.

"Ten. Five years... I think. I don't really know for sure anymore." I told him quietly, trying to remember just how long it had really been. "The last thing I remember before being taken was our fight."

"Our fight? The one we had last time we saw each other? But how? I saw you a few days after that?"

"It was about a week later, I had been writing you a text, apologizing for the things I had said, when I looked up and saw him walking towards me. In the few seconds it took for me to realize who it was, he had me." I told him, sure that he would pull the wrong conclusion what I said.

"You didn't have to apologize, it turned out you were right, but I'm sorry, if I had just listened to you, then this wouldn't have happened." He told me, doing as I thought. 

"No Jake, for a while I thought the same thing, but then I realized that no matter if we had fought or not, if you had listened to me or not, I still would have been walking, that same road at that same time. It would have happened no matter if we had been talking or not." As I explained this, he moved off me and let me sit up. I'm not sure if he realized that he had, or if he was testing me. His thumb was making slow circles on my wrist, each time getting closer to the scar I knew he would find. 

It was two different scars melded into one. The first one ran all the way around both my wrists, from when I had been chained up, the scar was from the metal cuffs. I pulled against them, strained against them, again and again, cutting and scaring my wrists over and over. The second was a scar that ran the length of each forearm. It had been my one and only attempt. I had found a piece of jagged metal and figured, 'no one has found me yet, no one ever will, why stay?' he found me just before I passed out. I was punished severely for that one. 

He found the scar, and demanded to know how it got there. As I told him, I was looking at how we were sitting and how far the ledge was. It wasn't far, and in our current positions I could push him over, run and probably make it. 

"Don't even think about it. I know what you're thinking, so stop. You won't make it." He told me, eyes hard and dark, I knew he was right, so I just sat there, silent. "Come on, let's go inside, its getting cold out here, and you're not wearing a coat." He grabbed my hand and helped me up, never letting me go, probably thinking I would take off for the ledge as soon as he did, and he would be right. 

"I'm not cold." I told him, and I wasn't, I hadn't felt anything for a long time, I wasn't going to start now. 

"You? Not cold? How is that possible? You're always cold." He asked as we made our way down a couple flights of stairs. As we reached his door, I told him.

"I don't get cold anymore, I don't get hot either. In fact I can't feel much anymore, I just know if someone or something is touching me." Looking at the clock I noticed it was really late. "I'm guessing you have work in the morning, well a couple hours really."

"Yea I do, but I can call out, and we can go visit your family, I'm sure they would love to see you." My family. I hadn't thought about them in a long time, it made me too sad, too guilty. To see them, to be with them again. What I wouldn't give. 

"OK we can go see them, but in a few hours, you look ready to fall over and I'm sure they are all still asleep. You go sleep I'm going to look at things for a bit." I told him, going to look at his book case by the couch. 

"You sure, you could come sleep too. You look like you haven't slept in a while."

"That's because I haven't slept in a couple days, but I'm fine, I can usually go a few more days without much sleep, and I'm sure your girlfriend or wife or whoever wouldn't like that very much. No worries if I get tired I'll lay on the couch. Go get some sleep. I'll be fine." I turned back to the book case and ignored him until he heard him leave. 

I waited about an hour, before silently poking my head around the corner and seeing him passed out on his bed. I smiled slightly, I had missed him, so much, and I'm glad that I got to see him one last time. As I turned to leave there was a picture tucked into a nook. It was of an old prom photo, cropped so that I was just us, and added too so that it held one more person. I remember giving him this picture for his birthday, just before I was taken. I can't believe he still has it. 

I slowly and silently made my way to the door, I saw the code he used, even though he tried to make it so I couldn't. I typed it in, then retyped it and left. I made my way back to the roof, back to the same ledge. To see my family would be amazing, but I couldn't put them through everything I had been through. I had told Jake a lot, but I hadn't told him everything. 

I took one lore look out over the city, thought of him, smiled, and jumped. As free as I would ever be.

Jump Start



David sat on the aisle in one of the metal folding chairs that had been set up for the outdoor wedding. His wife, Suzanne, was somewhere with the bride, doing whatever it is women do before a wedding. The bride, Laurie, was their best friend, and had been for a couple of years, and David was going to miss her, figuring that, with marriage, she would be spending less time with them and more time with her new husband. David had met Jeff on several occasions, and even though he found him to be very likable, David was still a little resentful he was going to be taking more of Laurie's time. 

It was a late summer wedding, and the weather was gorgeous, the sun bright yellow and the sky just starting to show the hint of the coming of autumn. David had worn his khaki colored summer suit, and was glad for the jacket, because even though it was sunny, the temperature was only in the high 60s. "Cool temperatures come early up here," he thought to himself. He fidgeted in his seat, and picked up the program again, pretending to read it like it was an article in the local paper about his beloved Packers. There were maybe twenty lines of print in the whole program. 

David scrunched up the program in his hands and leaned his head back. He knew there were at least 15 minutes till the show was supposed to start. And then, there were the requisite delays, but since this was a second marriage for both maybe at least the delays would be minor. Weddings of older, or once-married folks tend to skip the drama of the first marriage, or the weddings of the young. The older ones know the guests are there for the party, and also know better than to keep them waiting any longer than necessary. 

David's mind drifted, thinking back over the last couple of years. He'd never imagined, in even his wildest dreams, that what had transpired would ever really happen to him. He remembered that one winter's night that started the whole thing….

David and Suzanne had gone out to dinner. Married for twenty years, they had a great relationship and enjoyed each other's company immensely. Even though financially they were a little strapped, with two kids in college, they weren't lacking for anything. But they had a freedom they hadn't had in a very long time. David had been looking forward to the kids leaving, if only for the selfish reason of hoping their absence would give a little bit of a kickstart to their lovelife. In fact, age caught up with Suzanne, and she had lost almost all interest in sex. David was disappointed, to say the least, but he loved her company and stuck through it with no complaints. He figured whatever it was, it would be over soon enough. 

Even though it was a nice restaurant, they took their usual table in the bar. There was more going on in the bar, and they both enjoyed the socializing. Just after their appetizers arrived, Suzanne's friend Laurie came in by herself. David knew she had recently divorced, but that was about all he knew of her. Suzanne asked Laurie to join them since they were so early into their dinner. Laurie politely protested, but soon agreed to join them. She ordered scotch, and David thought, "Does she like scotch, or is this her winter drink, or is this the divorce talking?" He knew it was sexist, but he couldn't resist. 

Suzanne and Laurie started talking, about Laurie's 12-yr old daughter who went to her father's in the weekends, about their jobs and whatever. David kept mostly quiet, watching the two of them interact. They seemed like two really good friends, even though he knew they didn't get together that often. David finished his appetizer and when the waiter came by he ordered a bottle of wine for he and Suzanne. He asked Laurie if she would like some, which she did, and David asked the waiter to bring three glasses. 

David continued to pretend to listen to their conversation, hearing it but not really completely comprehending. He was thankful when dinner came – it gave him something he could legitimately concentrate on without seeming to be rude. Just partway into his dinner Suzanne ordered a second bottle. She and Laurie continued talking and drinking, just picking at their food. David was close to finishing when he heard Suzanne, "Oh, he's not getting any. I haven't had any interest in it for months."

David looked up from his plate. He thought to himself, "And women think we have sex on the brain all the time? Get two women together, and they're talking about it inside of ten minutes." Laurie was looking at him, a sympathetic smile on her face.

"Oh, you poor thing," she said. "But at least you've been getting some."

"Nope, nothing," David said, "not for several months now."

"Well, that's better than me. My ex had no interest at all, and I LIKE sex."

Finally getting to a subject David thought he knew something about, he asked, somewhat rhetorically, "Was he on the right side of the fence?"

"Jury's still out on that one." They all laughed. 

Suzanne said, "I told you he had personality. It just takes a while for it to come out." 

Laurie looked at him and reached across to take his hand. "You'll be fine. It won't last long." 

David got up to go to the bathroom. When he returned, they both looked at him and started laughing. He had no idea what was going on so he just took his seat and finished off his drink. The plates had been cleared and, apparently, the bill had been paid while he was gone. David was just mentally going through the TV channels when Suzanne announced, "Come on David. Laurie's coming over to our place for a nightcap. She's never seen our house."

David stood back up, thinking this might be a little more interesting than TV. Suzanne was always funny, and so too was Laurie. The two of them a little lubricated were turning out to be very entertaining. David held the door for both of them, and followed them out. Laurie got into her car, and David and Suzanne got into theirs. As they were pulling out of the parking lot, Suzanne asked, "Do you mind if Laurie comes over?" 

"No, not at all. Why would I?" 

"Well, she's more my friend than yours. I just wondered." There was a pause. "Do you think she's sexy?"

"Sexy? David laughed. "It's wintertime. You can tell how tall a woman is, and you can tell what color hair they have. But it takes Superman's x-ray vision to figure out anything else!" They both laughed at that, and made the turn into their driveway, Laurie right behind them. 

Suzanne got a bottle of wine while David was arranging the winter coats in the entryway. Their house was warm, and when David finally made it into the kitchen, Laurie had taken off her sweater. "You may be right, Suzanne."

Suzanne looked over at David, figured out what he was talking about and laughed. Laurie looked at them both, quickly figured out she was the subject of their humor but had no idea what it was all about. David went in to the living room and laid a fire. The girls followed in a couple minutes. 

They each took a seat. While Suzanne and Laurie talked about the decorating, David sipped his wine and tended the fire. The fire added a comforting warmth to the room – almost too much David thought, with the wine they'd already consumed. Suzanne moved over to the sofa where Laurie was sitting and they continued their conversation. David felt like joining in at several points but they were getting along so well he didn't want to interrupt. Pretty soon the bottle of wine was gone, and the girls were getting pretty giddy. David started feeling sleepy from sitting too close to the fire. 

"David, why don't you go get another bottle of wine," Suzanne suggested. "And take your time." She and Laurie both laughed. They were obviously getting into some discussion they didn't want David to overhear. Eager for an excuse to move without seeming rude, David went into the kitchen and got out a bottle of Chardonnay. They'd been drinking red, but David felt like he needed something a little more refreshing. Before he went back to the living room he stepped outside for some fresh air. It had gotten considerably colder, and it invigorated him. After a few minutes he went back in, grabbed the wine and returned to the living room. 

As he walked in, he overheard Laurie "Really? He's that good at that?!" Then they both started laughing again. 

"Here's some more wine for my girls," David announced as he entered the room. The conversation died and Laurie inadvertently gave David a serious once over as he approached the coffee table. David ignored it, figuring it was the wine talking, but when he looked at Suzanne, he knew something was up. 

'We can't mix white and red. David. Why don't you go get us some clean glasses? And, take your time again." David looked at her, a little annoyed, but when he saw the look in her eyes, one he hadn't seen in months, he turned and went back to the kitchen, his mind racing. "Just what the heck is going on here?" he asked himself. He got the glasses, and went back in. 

This time they were apparently listening for him to return, for there was no conversation going on when he entered the living room, but they were both looking at him. David sat down and poured two glasses of wine. He'd gotten a soda from the refrigerator, thinking that if he was maybe, just maybe going to get lucky he wasn't going to waste the experience.

Laurie said, "I think I'm going to be needing a cab. I don't think I can drive." 

"Nonsense," Suzanne replied. "We have plenty of room. Stay here. You don't mind, do you David?"

"Of course not," David replied, not thinking any more about it. Even though his little bit of time outside woke him up somewhat, he still wouldn't have wanted to drive. They made some small talk, but it was clear they were all getting a little tired. A few minutes later they picked up the glasses and took them back into the kitchen. David said his goodnights and walked back to the master bedroom, while the girls stayed in the kitchen a few more minutes before Suzanne showed Laurie to the guest room. 

"Damn," Suzanne exclaimed. "David, could you bring a lightbulb from under the sink in the bathroom?" David, through a mouthful of toothpaste, muffled "In a minute." He rinsed, grabbed a lightbulb from under the sink and walked back to the guestroom. 

When he walked in, the first thing he noticed was that all the lights were working. Then he saw Laurie lying on the bed, completely naked. His cock started rising in his pants, making a noticable bulge. David looked from Suzanne to Laurie, and back again. Nearly speechless, it was all he could do to get out "Wha?" 

Suzanne was sitting in the overstuffed armchair in the corner, a wicked grin on her face. "I know it's been hard on you not getting any lately. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I just haven't been in the mood. And I knew Laurie had been without for a long time, and she wasn't in the mood to get involved with anyone. While we were at dinner, I got this crazy idea. We've got needs and desires, supply and demand."

David was taken aback. This was nothing he'd ever expected, but the length of time since he'd last gotten laid was overriding any other concerns he may have had. Laurie looked at him with a come-hither look, which was particularly hard to ignore in her current state of undress. Suzanne still had that smile on her face. 

"There are some ground rules, however. Laurie has already agreed to them. Number one: no kissing on the mouth. Any place else is fine. Number two: This will never take place in our bed. And number three: I get to watch."

David slumped on the bed, torn between what his head was telling him to do and what his pecker was telling him to do. "I don't know," he said. It was rule number three that was getting to him. Suzanne wanted to watch?

Knowing David, and knowing at least some of his fantasies, Suzanne sensed exactly what his apprehension was. "I'm not trying to be a chaperone. I'm interested. It kind of excites me. I've always imagined what it would be like to see you and me together, sort of an 'out-of-body' experience. This way, I get something I've wanted for a long time, and so do you, and so does Laurie."

With that Suzanne got up out of the armchair, and walked over to David. Standing in front of him, she started undoing the buttons on his shirt. He realized she was completely serious. She slipped her hands under his shirt at his shoulders and started pulling it down. David grasped her waist and pulled her toward him, his head buried in her ample breasts. She tipped her head down and whispered in his ear, "I love you. Enjoy." 

With that she stepped back and made her way back to the armchair, slipping off her skirt as she went. David watched her sit down, smiled and turned to Laurie.

Except for her height, for she was a lot shorter than either of them, Laurie could have been Suzanne's twin. Voluptuous, with curves in all the right places, she was built, and she'd done an excellent job of covering it up. The round curves of her ass were as inviting as any David had ever seen. She sat up and reached for his pants, first undoing the button, and then struggling to get the zipper down over his fully erect cock. David stood and slid off both his pants and boxers. Laurie swung her legs over the side of the bed, straddling David's legs, her eyes level with the purple head of his cock. She looked at the clear droplet and used the tip of her tongue to clean that off, and then probed the source, trying to coax more out for her to taste. She grasped him with one hand and aimed it at her lips. With her free hand, she reached between her legs and coated two of her fingers with her own pre-cum. Then, showing her fingers to David, she rubbed it all over the head of his cock, before sliding her lips over it and suckling just the head. Having been without for so long, David instantaneously felt that oh, so familiar pressure building in his balls. Not wanting to come so soon, he fought every desire to thrust into her mouth and pulled away. She looked up at him, and realized he was saving himself. Laurie slid over on the bed, making room for David. 

As he got on, she slid up, resting against the headboard. She reached over and grabbed one of the pillows. Raising her hips, she placed it under her bottom, and pulled her knees up. She was making it very clear what she wanted David to do. "I've heard about your abilities, David. Please, PLEASE, take me with your mouth!" David looked down between Laurie's legs. Her outer lips were shiny, tiny beads of her juices showing in the little bit of fine, blonde pubic hair that she hadn't trimmed. 

David leaned forward, resting briefly on his elbows while he started kissing up the inside of her thigh. He could feel her tense up as he approached the area where her legs met. She rose to meet him, and David, not wanting to disappoint, dove in, burying as much of his tongue inside her as he could, her outer lips surrounding his chin and part of his cheeks. Working his tongue feverishly, he felt the rush of her slippery juices his mouth and cheeks and finally, his chin, where it created a steady drip. Pulling back, he slid his tongue up and out, searching out her clit. She was pressing against him, begging him to not leave, but once he found her clit, and began nibbling on it, curling his lips around his teeth so as not to hurt her. Laurie started to moan, and twisted into his lips, encouraging him to quicken his pace, and to bite harder. She pulled back, much like a man does on his last stroke, and thrust so hard into his face that David had to tighten his neck muscles to take it. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into her. David felt the hot, slick, wetness of her cum puddle in his hand.

The bed shifted under David, and he opened his eyes. Suzanne was sitting on the side of the bed, wearing no clothes at all. She tentatively reached out and touched Laurie's erect nipple, then followed her hand down and kissed it. She looked up at David, and mouthed the words, "Now fuck her." Hard as a rail, and needing his release, David slid up Laurie's stomach, and watched in amazement as Suzanne reached out to guide him into Laurie. When he was buried, Suzanne pulled her hand out of the way and straddled Laurie's face. Facing David, she leaned forward to kiss him on the mouth. 

When Laurie buried her own tongue into Suzanne, Suzanne buried her tongue in David's mouth. David started pumping slowly, knowing he wouldn't be able to withstand the incredible heat and wetness for long. Watching his wife straddle another woman he'd just eaten to completion served to only shorten his time horizon. David arched his back and drove home, clenching, pulsing, releasing til he had no more left. When he was done, he disentangled himself from the other two. 

Suzanne was still receiving Laurie's licking in the place that hadn't felt like it cared for so long. The sight of David's softening cock, with the mixture of his and Laurie's fluids on it was the most erotic thing she'd seen. Not able to resist, she leaned forward, taking care not to break contact with Laurie, and before she took him into her mouth, she whispered to David, "I guess all I needed was a jumpstart."

David was startled when Suzanne sat down next to him, disturbing his reverie. "I think we're going to miss her," David said. 

Suzanne looked at him, a smile already on her face. "They're only going to be on their honeymoon for a couple of weeks."

"Then what? They're newlyweds," David whispered as the music changed, indicating the bride's aisle-walk was about to begin.

"She told him."

"She WHAT!" Heads turned away from Laurie and toward David.

"Ssshhh! She told him. Last night. He was fine with it, and she invited him to join us. Of course, you wouldn't be the only male around anymore, but then again, you've said before you wouldn't mind seeing me with another man."

The pleats on David's suit pants were quickly straightening out as Laurie was passing them. Thanking the wedding gods that keep veils and trains away from a lot of second weddings, David watched Laurie's ass the rest of the way up the aisle. He turned to Suzanne and gave her a kiss on the neck. She placed her hand in his lap, her thumb absent-mindedly stroking the tip of his cock. The music stopped. 

"We are gathered here today..."



Jump Start



Everyone who practices BDSM got their start somewhere. Somehow. Maybe it was you or your lover trying to spice up your bedroom play by acting out a scene from a mainstream TV show. Or perhaps you were seduced into the lifestyle by a more experienced man or woman. 

My start? I guess you could call it a 'Jump Start'. I imagine it's a little different from most folks, I think. It's such a vivid memory that I think about it often when I'm by myself, hooded and chained in my self-bondage. Though it happened almost 20 years ago, my blood boils over when I let myself think back to that fateful day....

But first: a little background. I had a rough home life growing up outside Portland, Oregon. My parents both battled drugs and alcohol, and the related problems that went along with substance abuse. I eventually lost them both far too early in life. But each summer I found relief in the form of Dan and Betty – two wonderful friends of the family who owned a ranch in Northern California. Each summer I would take the old Greyhound bus south seven hours to spend three very happy summer months.

The summer of my 18th year finally came and I was finished with high school at last. I had won a major scholarship for the local state college and I so looked forward to some carefree days before taking up university coursework. Once again I boarded the bus for the long trip south from Portland to tiny Weed, CA, a dusty little town straddling the Oregon-California border. 

I was so happy to see Dan and Betty anxiously waiting for me when the bus finally groaned to a halt. After so many summers together, these two were really like the family I had always wanted to belong to. I rushed off the bus into their embrace, and we spent the 2 hour drive back to their ranch talking non-stop. Their property was surrounded by the Siskiyou National Forest, nestled between two hills at the base of what are called the 'Trinity Alps'. So remote and beautiful you can't believe it. Miles and miles of fir trees interspersed with cold mountain streams and lakes. 

Dan and Betty were now in their early 40s but they looked much younger. Both were very fit, fun loving and just plain wonderful to be with. Dan was an artist, specializing in commercial portraits and commissioned works. He had developed a following in the San Francisco bay area and then moved to the extreme north end of the state to work in peace and tranquility. He was tall and lean, tanned with wiry muscles built through hard work on his ranch. Think of a young Tom Skerritt. He had long black hair was flecked with a little gray as I remember how he would push it out of his eyes with a sly smile. 

He had met Betty during an artist's reception in the Bay Area, fell madly in love and they were married within just a few months. An artist in her own right – she was a sculptor -- Betty had beautiful grey blue eyes that sparkled when she smiled. Dan had always told me how she was the perfect muse for his art, quietly encouraging him while making important yet subtle suggestions for how he could enhance his work. I remember she was tall too, but by the summer we were almost the same size. Now when I hugged her we were eye to eye. Some of the locals would later remark that summer that we looked more like sisters, how we wore matching short-shorts, filled out tank tops and our long blond hair down.

The two of them seemed to have a very passionate love for each other – which I would learn more about very soon. 

The first couple of days were very normal, just like previous summers. Settling back into the familiar routine. Helping with the chores. Hiking together in now familiar woods, etc. Swimming in a nearby FREEZING lake. Just unwinding from another stressful school year at home.

It was the third morning after I arrived where things quickly changed. I had gotten up early to start breakfast for us all. Dan came downstairs first and joined me for a cup of coffee. We sat side by side on the deck watching the sun climb over the nearby mountains.

One of our favorite pastimes was flipping the Frisbee. This was about the time that Ultimate Frisbee was becoming a recognized sport, and I had joined a club in my high school. So Dan and I started flipping the disc back and forth, and it eventually became a kind of 'rough housing' match as we both ran to retrieve an errant throw. 

This is something we always did since I was a teen. And sometimes these games included some simple tie ups. Truly kid stuff – or so I thought back then! He would make believe he was chasing me, catch me and tie my hands loosely with some rope or twine or something. Very very light and innocent.

So that's where I thought this tussle was headed. I got to the wayward disc first, and Dan was chasing me across his huge back lawn, probably 100 yards from the house. As usual, he eventually caught me and tackled me onto the soft grass. He rolled me over to my stomach and bound my hands quickly...just like always...and I was giggling and everything was fun. And innocent.

And then: my life changed. (Looking back: It's nice knowing where exactly a huge milestone in your life occurred...)

Because instead of immediately letting me loose....I felt more cords. He stayed astride me and I felt more rope going around my elbows! I groaned as I felt them wrenched together for the first – and surely not to be the last -- time. I was struggling and trying to pull myself loose, but I felt him cinching both my wrists and elbows really tight. I was still kind of laughing and thinking this was just more of the same old games. But Dan wasn't making a sound. I could hear his measured breathing. In fact...I remember everything suddenly getting quiet. The only sound I heard was the nylon rasp of ropes turning into knots, over and over.

Time just seemed to stand still, except for the growing tightness of those ropes. They felt tighter and tighter, and I felt paralyzed. I didn't know what to think, why Dan was doing this. What was he doing to me! I wanted to scream. To protest. Instead I just stayed silent and felt myself being captured. I felt weak and timid. Was I in shock? Or was this first signs of my submissive being? 

Before I knew it I felt him shifting around, and saw him draw more ropes out of his pocket. He silently lashed my ankles together....and then my knees. 

At that point I was coming out of my shock. In fact I was starting to freak out a little. "Dan...," I whimpered. "Dan?????" He didn't respond. Didn't say a word. Nor did he even look at me. Just silently kept binding me... tighter and tighter!

I wrenched my body around to try to look at him. His hair was down covering his eyes as he was cinching the ropes on my legs so tight. Satisfied with his work, he finally looked up and met my gaze. He had such a focused look on his face, staring hard back at me. I remember that intense look on his face and recognize it now for what it was – a look of a Dominant who has captured his prey.

Finally I felt him connect a rope to my wrists and pull them back.. and loop around my ankles. I would of course know this later as a hogtie, but at the time I just knew I was completely in his power. Now my movements were even more limited and I started to panic, jerking hard against these inescapable ropes. The tears came streaming down my face, and I began to scream. 

Dan was leaning back on his knees, looking me up and down, inspecting his work. My cries were completely ignored as he checked my bonds. Finally he was satisfied that I was completely subdued. He looked me in the eyes....and the hint of a smile crossed his face. A very satisfied smile...and then turned around and walked towards the house without looking back.

I watched him slowly cross the long expanse of lawn, deaf to my screams and cries. All the while I was thrashing against my bindings, rolling from my stomach to my side. Despite my frantic thrusts against the ropes, Dan's knots didn't give an inch. 

I had never felt anything like this before. I was totally and completely helpless....rolling around on the grass, like a captured deer enmeshed in a net. I was fighting hard to regain my composure and to try to understand what was happening to me. I couldn't believe that Betty couldn't hear my screams! Had Dan had lost his mind. Why was this happening to me.

I lay there defeated for well over an hour. I would go from wild struggles and screams to resignation and defeat. I can almost still feel the bite of the ropes on my elbows that first time, the band across my knees. Eventually I just gave up. I was completely trussed up and unable to escape until some kind of help arrived. Perhaps Dan would snap out of whatever trance he was in and come back, apologizing for his temporary insanity. Or Betty would hear my hoarse cries for help, spotting my bound form out on the lawn and come to save me.

The sun was well up in the sky before I saw any movement back at the house. I was exhausted, laying on my side, my sweat-matted hair pressed into my eyes when I saw two figures approaching. 

It was Dan...followed by Betty walking slowly down the lawn to where I lay. I blinked my eyes through the sweat and tears, and I was stunned by what I saw. Both were dressed in a manner I had never seen before. Dan was dressed in gleaming leather, from head to toe. Shiny boots and tight pants, black and red vest buckled against his chest, topped with a leather cap. Behind him a few paces was Betty, in an even more bizarre costume! She was strapped into a black and red corset, with black shiny pantyhose and very high heels struggling to walk over the bumpy grass lawn!

Was I dreaming? Were these really my two wonderful friends who had rescued me each summer from my awful home-life? And now they were playing a strange kind of dress up game out here in the California wilderness. I was bound-Alice in a very strange Wonderland of leather and madness!

I looked again at Betty and my eyes bulged out. Because now I could see that her arms were tied behind her back just like me, at her wrists and elbows. Moreover she was gagged with a big rubber ball strapped tightly in her mouth. As she approached me, I could see her eyes were downcast, as if she was avoiding looking at me altogether. 

And then I noticed one more detail: Dan was leading her over to me, pulling on a long leash attached to her throat! As they got closer I could see the wide black collar on Betty's throat locked with a small brass padlock. She was struggling to hobble across the rough yard on those cruel looking heels, and Dan was keeping tension on the leash to hurry her progress.

As I watched this strange scene unfold in front of me, I had almost forgot about my own bound condition. I was mesmerized by the transformation of my dear, trusted friends to my captors. Now as they drew near, I started to sob and beg for my release. 

But my pleas were ignored. Dan jerked down on the leash and pulled Betty to her knees in front of me. He walked behind her and unstrapped the cruel gag from her mouth.

"Enlighten her," said Dan, looking down at his bound wife. 

For the first time during this ordeal, Betty turned to look at me. Our eyes met, and I expected to see sorrow or pain. I was surprised to see that she was....almost happy. Her dazzlingly blue-grey eyes were sparkling with....pride!?!

Now free from the cruel gag, Betty worked her jaw around to ease the strain and took a deep breath. "Anna, you need to know so many things," she said in a quiet voice. 

For the next few minutes she told me things that rocked my world. She said that she and Dan had been into something called bondage and discipline for many years. She explained that she was not just his wife...but his slave. He was more than a husband to her; he was her owner. Her Master. 

And now the time had come to open the door to me. They had waited for me to come of age and to discover their secret. And maybe more. 

I lay there, wrapped in ropes, gazing up at Betty, I was completely flabbergasted. I didn't understand half of what she was saying of course. 

Betty leaned down to whisper into my ear. "Your life is going to change now," she said. 

"We are going to show you many things over the next few days. You will only watch. You won't be touched or harmed. And then we'll talk about what you've witnessed. How it makes you feel.

"And if you want to join us."

Then Dan jerked Betty – his slave's (!) -- leash...and she turned to him, still on her knees. He strode right in front of her. He dropped the leash and worked the fly on the tight leather trousers. 

...And suddenly I saw my first male penis in the flesh! (Yeah, I was one of those good girls in high school....)

Betty scooted forward on her knees without any prompting and quickly took his fleshy member into her mouth. Her head bobbed back and forth and I could see her tongue working around in her mouth. I heard Dan softly moan and stroke Betty hair. 

After a few minutes, Dan withdrew is now engorged cock from Betty's mouth. He looked down at me...and a small smile began to form on his lips. 

"So...do you want out of those ropes," he asked me. I could only nod dumbly, still stunned by what I was witnessing...and experiencing.

"You'll have to earn it," he said. Dan settled down on the ground beside me, his groin level with my face. Suddenly his penis was in front of my mouth and he guided it in.

I proceeded to give probably the worst blowjob in the history of mankind. I was so.....shocked....to say the least. I remember little of my efforts and after a few minutes, he pulled his penis out. "You need lots of practice," he said with a short laugh.

He stood up to tuck his cock back into his pants, and walked around Betty and myself. He circled his two captured females with a satisfied smile on his face. Then he knelt down to work on my ropes. He untied the cruel hogtie rope and straightened me out. Relief flooded through my legs, and I felt the ropes go slack on my ankles.

I stretched for a moment, and then I felt him lift me up on my feet. I turned around for him to untie my elbows and wrists. But instead of freedom I felt Dan fashion a loose loop around my neck. 

Before I could utter a protest at this latest indignity, I felt a huge ball being thrust against my lips and forced into my mouth, the same gag that Betty had worn. Walking behind me, Dan pulled it deeply into my mouth and strapped it tight against my throat. I couldn't make a sound!

I felt tension on my neck and turned to see Dan holding leads in each hand, and I found myself walking side by side with Betty. I looked over at her in confusion, and she turned to me with a reassuring smile. I was still unsure and filled with fear of the unknown about what would happen next. But I was able to draw some comfort from Betty's calm and serene look. My panic subsided somewhat, and I meekly followed behind Dan.

It was a long slow walk back to the house and to my new life in BDSM.



Jump Start



The narrator of this story is a minor character in The Lake House Rules/Dana's Side series. It should stand alone, but you might want to read those stories, too. 

The First Day of School

When I first saw her from behind in the hallway on the first day of school, I thought that she was a middle school student lost in the high school. She was tiny, and her long brown hair hung down to the top of her blue jeans. On continued viewing, I noticed that her butt and hips had curves that were not those of a pre-teen girl. And when she turned around, her full, jutting breasts made it clear that she wasn't a middle schooler. Her face was also mature looking, but I had no idea if she was 16 or 26. It was definitely a pretty face, open, intelligent, with pale brown eyes. I had no idea whether she was a new student or even a new teacher. 

The bell rang, and I walked into my classroom, prepared to face another group of lazy students who didn't care about physics, and were only taking my classes because they had to, or because they thought it would look good to colleges on transcripts. Sure, every so often I would get a few motivated students, like Jack Davis last year, but they were few and far between. 

I survived the first day without seeing any hope that it would be anything but another year of cramming physics formulas into the brains of disinterested students, failing lab experiments and seeing my students staring into their cellphones under their desks instead of learning. As I walked to my car, I saw her again in the faculty parking lot, opening the trunk of a beat up Honda with a sticker on the back window from a nearby college that turned out platoons of new teachers each year. So, she was a teacher. And because she was putting cameras into her trunk, I figured that she must have been the replacement photography and visual arts teacher now that Carlos Gonzales left for a better job in a private school two towns away. 

She was bending over the trunk, moving things around, and I was appreciating the way her jeans hugged her small, tight butt when my reverie was broken by the loud honk of a car horn. I jumped and turned to see Sandy O'Hara, possibly the biggest bitch on the faculty, looking pissed off and waving me to the side of the road so that she could drive her big Beemer out of the lot. Everyone on the staff knew how fucking much money her investment banker husband made, and that she could stop teaching any time she wanted, but stayed on "because she loved the kids." All of whom hated her almost as much as the teachers.

When I looked up again, the Honda was gone and I was oddly disappointed. I walked to my old, but well maintained, Nissan and drove home. I used to have a nice, small house about 10 miles from school, but after my wife's affair with, believe it or not, the mailman, and the divorce, I moved into a garden apartment near school. It was convenient, had free parking, and I didn't have to worry about mowing the lawn or taking care of any maintenance.

The apartment was vaguely musty, and furnished like you would expect for a 45 year old divorced man—Spartan, with a comfortable couch and chair and a big TV. Nothing on the walls, and other than some books, CDs and DVDs, no decorations. I poured myself a glass of wine and went over my lesson plans for the next day, but since it was the first day of school, it wasn't exactly heavy lifting yet, even for my AP class. My mind kept wandering to that short teacher with the great body and I felt myself getting aroused. Being a high school teacher can be hard for a single guy—every day you are confronted with beautiful, nubile girls who somehow seem to dress more provocatively every year, despite the fact that our dress code hasn't been changed since I joined the faculty after college. And the knowledge that you could not ever touch anything you saw, or you would end up in jail, like Bill Thomas, a former history teacher at North who couldn't keep it in his pants. 

I thought about that Dana Angelo girl from last year, as beautiful as any I had ever seen, who sat in my class with her tits sticking out and a blank stare for the entire semester as she failed test after test, and how she tried, amateurishly, to "seduce" me into grading her final right away just so she could find out if she passed. I'm still not sure if I was angrier about the fact that she thought that I wouldn't do it for her if she had just asked me without the Lolita routine, or that she ultimately got a good grade by cramming for a couple of weeks with Jack Davis after spending a whole year with me learning nothing. I hope Jack got some benefit from helping that bitch.

Sure, there were pretty teachers over the years, but until recently I was, I thought, happily married, or they were, so I never got involved with anyone at school. And now, I found myself one of the older teachers at the school. I finished my wine and my prep for the next day and turned on the TV. I watched for a while before throwing together a simple dinner, had a second glass of wine and watched more TV before going to bed. It was another day in my life.

TWO WEEKS LATER

I opened my eyes, and she was lying next to me, naked. Her petite body was pale, and her breasts were firm, round and tipped by the most beautiful round nipples I had ever seen. I rolled over and began to kiss them, squeezing them with my hands as she moaned with pleasure and writhed under my touch. I reached down, passing my hand over her smooth, flat abdomen while my tongue flicked at her nipples. I passed over her tattoo and reached her pussy, gently rubbing the sparse hair before tracing her lower lips with my finger. I could feel her moistening, and I reached a finger in to lubricate it with her thick juices, then spread them around her hole as she writhed under my touch. She was moaning and rubbing my head and chest until I brought her to orgasm with my fingers. 

"Stick it in me now, Dan," she demanded, and I could not deny her my cock.

I rolled on top of her and thrust my throbbing member into her slippery hole. 

"Fuck me," she panted, and I did. 

I was like a man possessed. I pounded her pussy for what felt like hours and she was moaning and screaming my name as she came over and over again. Her body was quivering from our sex, and her face had a look of lust that turned me on. Just as I was about to release my load into her, the alarm rang, and I woke up, alone in bed, with a hard on. Again. I realized what a cliché I had become.

I threw the covers off and ran into the bathroom, turned on the shower and, when the water was warm, got in and jerked myself off to relieve the pressure. It had been like this almost every day since I saw her on the first day of school. I had only seen her once since then, briefly in the hallway surrounded by students, but it had only reinforced in my mind how beautiful she was.

After another dispiriting morning of my intro physics students reminding me why I never felt like giving more than the minimum effort, I made my way to the teacher's lounge, took my usual turkey sandwich out of the aging refrigerator and sat down at my usual table in the back of the room. It always amused me that the teacher's lounge was just like the high school cafeteria. There was the table where the "cool kids" sat—the young, attractive teachers who shared notes on their parties, dates, engagements, weddings and babies, and the outlying tables for the lesser lights. I don't remember exactly when I moved to my current location, but it was even before the divorce. And now, I was generally happy to sit alone with my thoughts, and the newspaper, while I ate the sandwich that I prepared that morning.

I was deeply engrossed in an article in the paper about new developments at the particle accelerator when I got a whiff of something new. A fresh, clean smell. My head snapped up, and there she was. I stared, for what felt like 15 minutes, at her pretty face, full breasts contained by a tight shirt, flat stomach and tight jeans encasing her short but shapely legs. 

"Do you mind if I join you?" she asked, in a voice that was somewhat deeper than I expected from someone so tiny.

I feigned disinterest. "Sure, feel free."

She sat down and opened a bag, taking out a yogurt, a plastic spoon and an apple. It was clear how she maintained her figure. She opened the yogurt and started eating. She looked at me, as if waiting for me to say something.

Finally, she said, "I'm June, June Ellis, the new photo and visual arts teacher." She stuck out her hand, and I gave it an awkward shake.

"Dan. Dan Stone, the old physics teacher," I replied, making half a joke.

She chuckled. "Funny," she said, her face lighting up as she smiled. "You don't look that old."

It was my turn to smile. I thought about telling her how old I was, but decided instead to just say "thanks."

We ate silently for a while before I decided to ask, "why did you sit here, and not at the 'cool kids' table with the younger crowd?" 

She looked at the other table, and replied, "I didn't realize there was a seating chart. That table was crowded, and there were seats here." She paused before smiling again and continuing, "And you looked more interesting staring at the paper than the rest of them chattering on about their families."

"Fair enough," I said. "How do you like it here, so far?"

"Pretty good," she responded. "This is my first real job other than some student teaching, so I don't have much to compare it to, but the facilities seem pretty good and the kids look like they are interested. Although I think most of the boys are just staring at my chest."

I was a bit shocked by her frankness, especially since we had only known each other a few minutes, but it was probably true.

"Welcome to North," I replied.

"How long have you been teaching here?" she asked.

"I worked at another school for 3 years after college before coming here, and I've been here since," I replied, without directly answering her question. I'd been teaching almost as long as she was alive, and I felt no reason to highlight that fact to the woman whose memory I'd been jerking off to.

"A wily veteran," she said, smiling and crinkling her nose cutely.

"I guess so," I said and tried to turn back to my article, glad that she didn't use the word "grizzled." But I couldn't focus. "Why haven't I seen you here at lunch before?" I asked.

"I've been pretty overwhelmed the last few weeks, with prep and stuff, so I just ate in my classroom. But I felt more on top of things today and decided to come out here and try to meet some of the other teachers."

"Well, it's not much," I said, gesturing around the small lounge, "but it is our only refuge from the great unwashed."

She smiled again at my weak attempt at humor, and began to eat her apple. I was watching her while pretending to read. She finished her food, put the garbage in the bag and stood up. I was staring at her body as she turned, giving me a gorgeous ass to stare at as she dropped her trash in the can and walked out.

"Hey Dan," I heard Jake Lawrence, the gym teacher, bray, "put your tongue back in your mouth." 

I snapped my head toward that musclebound buffoon, and said, with as much dignity as I could muster "I have no idea what you are talking about." Meanwhile, I could feel my neck and face flush with embarrassment. I would have walked out immediately, but I needed time for my cock to soften, so that I wouldn't be on the receiving end of any more crap from Jake. 

At the end of the day, I was heading out to my car and I saw June standing in front of her car, the hood up, staring at the engine and looking frustrated. I walked over to see what was wrong.

When I got close, I said, "June, what's the problem?"

"It won't start."

After stealing a quick look at her tits, straining against her tight shirt as she leaned over the front end of her car, I looked at the engine. 

She said, "I don't know why I am looking at the fucking engine, I have no idea what I'm doing."

I opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. "Keep your hands away from the engine," I said, turning the key and giving the car gas. Nothing. The battery was dead. I came out of the car and said, "The battery is dead."

"Crap," she responded.

"No big deal," I said, "I'll give you a jump start."

"Can you do that? I don't know anything about cars."

"It's easy," I replied. "I'll pull my car over."

A few minutes later, her Honda was started and charging, and I detached the cables and lowered her hood. As I turned to get into my car, June hugged me. Her head reached only to my breastbone, and I could feel her tits pressing against my stomach. I felt myself stiffening, but before my embarrassment could register, I think that June pressed herself against my cock before letting me go. I might have imagined it, or just hoped it, but it was over before I could dwell on it.

"Can I buy you a coffee?" she asked. 

I had nowhere to go, and was interested in spending as much time with this tiny beauty as possible, so I said, "sure."

"How about the Coffee Pot?" she asked, as if there was another coffee place within 15 miles of here.

"Sure,' I said, "I'll meet you there."

I got into my car and drove into town, luckily finding a parking spot near the shop. I waited on the sidewalk until I saw June's car pass. She parked down the street, and I was able to enjoy watching her walk up the sidewalk. As a physics teacher, I appreciated the way that her curves interacted as she walked; as a man, it drove me crazy with lust. But she was a gorgeous woman in her early twenties and I was a 45 year old man, so the thought that I might have a chance with her was ludicrous. I was sure that that most of our conversation would be her complaining about her boyfriend, and I would go back home and have to hit the showers again.

June surprised me by taking my hand and leading me into the Coffee Pot. We found a table in the back, and ordered—a regular coffee for me, a soy latte for June.

"Thank you so much, Dan, for fixing my car," she said.

"Seriously, it was nothing," I replied, "Anyone with a set of jumper cables could have done it."

"Not me," she said. "I am an idiot about cars. When I was younger, my dad took care of that stuff for me."

"Well," I said, trying not to sound too much like a father, "You should learn how to do basic stuff like that, if you are going to be on your own."

She squeezed my hand, and said, "You're right, I guess."

My hand was burning from her touch, or at least I thought it was. I was feeling sensations in my cock that probably were unwarranted. But I was having coffee with a young, beautiful girl, who seemed to enjoy my company, so a man could dream. I dredged up some advice from when I was dating back in the Pleistocene Era about getting women to talk about themselves, and asked, "so, June, where are you from?"

She responded, "I'm from a small town in upstate New York, which I hated."

"Why?" I asked.

"Well," she replied, "no one understood me there. I was into pretty out there art, or at least out there for upstate, and everyone thought I was this crazy art chick. My dad didn't get it either, and wanted me to, as he said, do something sensible. I convinced him to let me become a teacher, then, when I got to college, I was able to become an art teacher."

"And your father was O.K. with that?"

I saw a flicker of something dark pass over her pretty face before she answered, "Not exactly, but I got through it, got my degree and this job."

Our drinks came, and we each took sips.

"Dan," she asked, "isn't it great being a teacher? I love it so much, even though it's only been a couple of weeks."

It was my turn to feel dark. "I guess so," I said. "When I was your age," I continued, now angry that I highlighted the differences in our ages, "I was all charged up. I loved teaching and I loved the kids. I was a popular teacher, and the kids seemed to actually enjoy physics. Then, something happened, and the kids seemed to lose interest, and I did, too. I have tenure, so my job is safe, and I give the students what they want—no heavy lifting and easy grades. And I don't have to work all that hard." I couldn't believe that I just said that to a virtual stranger.

She took a drink of her soy latte and wiped the foam off her upper lip, causing me to feel a tingle in my cock, before she responded.

"That's sad, I think," she said. "Are you sure it is the kids, or did something change in you?"

I looked at her. Yes, she was beautiful, but she had no right to say that to me. I felt my temper rising and the color rise in my face. She actually looked a bit concerned and touched my hand again. Somehow, that gesture caused my anger to dissipate, like the steam escaping from a boiling teapot. 

Before I could speak, she said, "I'm sorry if I was out of line there. I hardly know you."

But, for some reason, I wanted to confide in this girl. "No," I said, "it's O.K. I was married for 15 years to a woman who I thought loved me, and I found out that she had been having an affair with, believe it or not, the mailman."

"Oh, no," she said, "I'm so sorry."

"Trust me, it wasn't your fault, but after that, I kind of lost interest in pretty much everything. So, yeah, maybe it was not only the kids' fault," I admitted.

There was an awkward pause. I took a swig of coffee and tried to make conversation. "So, what about you?" I asked. "What do you do in your spare time?" I continued, in a clumsy attempt to find out if she was attached in any way.

"Oh," she said, "I take pictures, and fool around with Photoshop. I like movies and music." 

She mentioned a few bands that I had never heard of, but I nodded as if I did. No mention of a boyfriend, or girlfriend or any significant other. Somehow, I thought I had a chance. 

Uncharacteristically feeling adventurous, I said, "June, I'm really enjoying this. Would you go to dinner with me on Saturday?"

She smiled and her nose crinkled. "I'd love that," she said and took my hand again. 

This time I squeezed back. We finished our coffees and left the restaurant. We got to my car first, and I said, "Thanks, this was great. I'll see you at school." 

June turned and hugged me again, lifting her face up to mine, and I bent down and kissed her. Her lips were soft and yielding, and she stuck her tongue into my mouth, causing electrical shocks to shoot up my spine and into my cock. This time, I'm certain that she pressed into it, and her breasts squeezed against my stomach. 

The kiss ended, and I said, in a near whisper, "Would you like to come back to my place?"

She smiled and said, "Not now. Saturday will be here soon enough." 

She let go of my waist and turned to go to her car. I admired her ass as it wiggled down the street before getting into my car, my cock straining against my pants. It would require a quick shower after I got home, I thought to myself as I drove to my apartment.

Somehow, I made it through the week. June and I passed each other in the hall a couple of times, and we ate lunch together in the teacher's lounge, but betrayed nothing. Without saying anything, we both understood that there was no reason to make our date, and unlikely attraction, the subject of discussion among the gossips at school.

Finally, though, it was Saturday. I tried to do my errands, but found myself returning from the supermarket without milk, and I loaded my laundry in the washer without any detergent. All I could think about was June, and what she might look like naked, and what sex with her would be like. Then, I would remember that there was no guarantee that "dinner" meant anything but a meal, but there was something in the way we parted that gave me hope.

I changed the sheets on the bed, vacuumed my apartment, put fresh towels in the bathrooms and generally straightened up my bachelor pad. I even bought a couple of colorful throw pillows for my beat up couch.




Jump Start



If you could wear a watch out by looking at it, I'd have to get a new one, since I checked the time every few minutes. I wondered if Einstein could explain how it seemed that time kept slowing down that day. Or maybe it was a bizarre manifestation of the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle. Finally, it was appropriate to shower, shave and dress. I had spent a half hour figuring out what to wear—it couldn't make me look too old, or look like I was trying to dress like a kid. I had chosen a nice, but not too fancy or expensive restaurant on the river—I wanted it to be special, but not intimidating.

I drove to June's house, which she had told me she shared with three roommates, and went to the door. I was not of the generation that believed that it was appropriate to text your date that you were in the car. June answered the door and my chin nearly hit the floor. She was wearing a dress that hugged every one of her delicious curves, and was low cut enough to give me a hint of the beauty of her breasts. Her long hair was pinned up, and she wore only a hint of makeup, which enhanced, but didn't overwhelm, her natural attractiveness.

"Are you just going to stand there and stare, or are you going to say something?" she asked, laughing.

"Um, hey, June," I responded wittily. I heard laughter from behind June, and could see three women about her age watching us. 

"Hi, Dan," she said, "don't mind the idiots back there. My roommates are just jealous that I am going out with a real gentleman who comes to the door and didn't just text me."

I was silent, but pleased that she appreciated my old school behavior, and June grabbed a large purse, took my hand, and we walked to my car.

On the way to the restaurant, she said that she had never been to the Mill House, but had heard that the food was good. She had a way of talking that I found intoxicating—bubbly and upbeat, with her hands always moving. Occasionally, she would touch my arm, or my thigh, and it sent chills through my body. I had it bad for this girl, and I couldn't blow it. I knew that if I did, I'd never forgive myself. I felt something approaching happiness for the first time since Mindy dropped her bombshell.

When we pulled up to the valet parking, I got out of the car and waited for her to join me. As we approached the front door, she said, "This place looks great. My dad took me to a restaurant just like this when I was a little girl."

We were seated at a table in the corner, and I appreciated the privacy. The waiter gave us our menus and took our drink orders. I had a beer, and June ordered white wine. I was a bit embarrassed when the waiter asked for June's ID, but she seemed used to it, and showed her drivers' license without complaint.

"Seriously?" I said. "He looked at you and thought that you might not be 21?"

June chuckled. "Girls can make themselves look older so easily—a little makeup and a little cleavage can go a long way. I don't mind."

"I guess I shouldn't mind. Just so he doesn't think that this is a father daughter thing, and not a date."

I saw a strange look pass fleetingly over her pretty face and she laughed again, saying, "what do you care what he thinks?" and taking my hand.

We tried to keep the dinner conversation light. I learned that June's father had served in the Marines, and after leaving the service ran a construction business, and that her mother stayed at home and took care of June and her younger brother. I gave her a few details about my life, my marriage and the divorce, without dwelling too much on the way that my ex-wife's infidelity nearly destroyed me. I didn't want to depress this gorgeous young woman who seemed interested in me in a way that no woman had been in years.

After dessert, I paid the check and we left the restaurant. As we drove away, I asked, "So, what would you like to do now?"

June smiled at me and said, "Well, my place is crowded, so why don't we go back to your place so we can keep getting to know each other better."

That definitely sounded like a code for sex, and I felt myself get warm and my cock twitched with lust. But I think I kept my composure and smiled at June, saying, "Sure, I have a nice bottle of wine we can share."

The rest of the drive was pretty quiet, as the tension of a first date, and who knows what else, descended over us. I put the radio on, but not knowing anything about the music she told me she liked, I tuned it to a light jazz station that seemed designed never to offend, and we listened to the music as we drove. Occasionally, I looked over to June and was amazed by the generous curves of her short body, and the beauty of her face. When she noticed my gaze, she smiled back at me, and I felt a shock in my stomach and crotch.

I pulled my car into the parking lot and June followed me to the door, which I unlocked, and turned on the light. June followed me in, and I watched her look at my kind of sad furnishings.

"Take a seat on the couch," I directed, "I'll go open that bottle of wine." 

As I turned toward the kitchen, June grabbed my hand and pulled me toward her. She tilted her pretty face up and closed her eyes. I bent over and gently kissed her soft, pink lips, which still tasted faintly of the lemon tart that she had for dessert. I put my arms around her and kissed her harder, and she responded in kind, our tongues flashing against each other. She was so tiny, I picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist as we continued kissing. I could feel her soft breasts pressing against my chest, and my cock stiffening against her ass.

It had been 4 years since Mindy left me, and even longer since I had sex. I was, actually, worried that we were moving too fast, that there was no reason why this beautiful young creature was interested in tired old me. I pulled away from our kiss and smiled at June, saying, "Wow, that was amazing. Now, how about some wine?"

She looked surprised, but unclenched her legs from my hips and lowered them to the ground, turned and sat on the couch. Her cheeks were flushed and her long hair was beginning to stray from its complicated arrangement on her head. She was gorgeous, and it took all of my self-control to go into the kitchen, open the bottle of Merlot and get two glasses. I brought them into the living room, put them on the coffee table and sat next to June on the couch, leaving a few inches between us.

I poured us each a glass of wine, and we toasted, "to new friends," I said. June took a sip and offered her glass to me for another toast.

"To new adventures," she said, fixing me with a stare, before lowering her eyes coquettishly.

We drank silently, until I got the courage to put my hand on her thigh, and she covered my rough, veiny hand with her small, soft smooth one.

"Can I ask you a question?" she asked.

"Anything," I replied.

"I hope that I'm not out of line, but the other day, at the Coffee Pot, you told me that you had stopped trying to do a good job in the classroom, and it worried me."

I was surprised at where this was going, and not in a good way. I pulled my hand off of June's thigh and turned to face her.

"What are you worried about?" I replied defensively.

"Worried that a nice, smart, interesting guy like you, who once loved what he did, is going through the motions now."

"I used to love my wife," I said, "And she betrayed me. Love is overrated," I spat out.

She reached for my hand. "Do you really mean that? Can't you reach into your heart and remember what it was like to love? 

She put my hand on the top of her soft, round breast and pressed it toward her heart. I had forgotten how amazing a breast could feel. I leaned forward and began to kiss her, tasting the wine and smelling her hair which had come even more undone.

We kissed, passionately, for a while, before she pushed me away.

"See," she said, "You can feel passion for a woman; why can't you feel it for your work?"

"Why is it so important for you that I love my job?" I asked, aching to be kissing her and not talking about my job.

"Because I'm just starting my career, and I want to believe that I will always feel as passionate about my work as I do now, and seeing you makes me worry," she responded.

I looked at her before replying. "I lost my spark when Mindy left me. A woman like you will never lack for passionate lovers."

A dark look passed over her face. "You don't know me so well," she said, softly.

"But I want to," I said, leaning back in for a kiss.

Whether it was passion, lust, or just a desire to change the subject, this time, our kisses led to groping, and I found myself, for the first time in probably a decade, sitting on a couch, caressing the breast of a beautiful woman. Her areolas were dark pink, and the size of a quarter, and her nipples were a little darker and long. They looked different than in my fantasies, but the real thing was better. I kissed them, and felt them become erect in my mouth. I felt June's head drop back and heard her purring with pleasure. By this time, her hair had fallen completely off of her head, and hung down like a light brown curtain. 

Showing remarkable strength for such a small woman, she pushed me back on the couch, and began to open my belt and unbutton my pants. I lifted my hips up and allowed her to pull down my pants and boxers, allowing my cock to spring free.

June kissed the throbbing head of my cock, then began to lick circles around the head. I was in agony, and did everything in my power to prevent myself from cumming and bringing this to an end. She took my cock into her warm soft mouth. I'm not the most well hung guy, so she was easily able to fit the whole thing in. I was moaning with pleasure as she used her tongue to flick at my cock before moving her mouth up and down the shaft. Her long hair brushed against my thighs and stomach sending shivers up my spine as she bobbed up and down. She continued to show great ingenuity, switching speeds and alternating between sucking and licking. It was too much for me after all this time, and I said, "June, I'm cumming."

She squeezed my balls gently and flicked my cock with her tongue faster until I shot my load into her mouth. She easily swallowed my cum and smiled at me, her nose crinkling in that incredibly sexy way that she had. My head fell back onto the couch, and she climbed on top of me, her breasts pressing against me. She looked in my eyes and said, "Time to forget Mindy and move on. You are a handsome, kind man, and there is no reason that you cannot have the passion that you miss."

June reached up with her face and kissed me, and I held her tight against me. After a few seconds, she rolled off of me and said, "I'll be right back. Wait here." She took her big purse and walked into my room. I sat up on the couch, my pants around my ankles, and took another swig of wine.

I could tell that June had gone into my bathroom, and my first thought was that women only go into the bathroom with their purses when they are having their period, which probably meant that June and I would not be having sex, which really disappointed me, to say the least. She was in there longer than I expected, and I pulled my pants up and drank some more wine.

Finally, June yelled out, "Dan, come in here."

I got off of the couch and went into the bedroom. As I had fantasized, June was in a nightgown, lying on my bed. However, she was not wearing something sexy—to the contrary, she was wearing a flannel nightgown that masked her womanly curves, and she had braided her long hair into two pigtails. She looked about 12 years old, and it freaked me out. It turned me on a little, but freaked me out a lot.

"Don't you like what you see, daddy?" she asked, in a little girl voice.

I was floored. But now things began to make sense. Her constant references to her father. Her attraction to an older man. I was a physics teacher, not a psychiatrist, but it wasn't hard to realize that June had serious daddy issues. I didn't know what to say. I desperately wanted to have sex with her, but not like this. It was too weird, especially for a school teacher.

"What?" I sputtered.

"Aren't I cute?" she asked, again in that voice.

"Um, you are a beautiful woman, not a little girl," I said, realizing that I might well be blowing this, but knowing that it was the right thing to do.

"But, everyone loves little June," she said, pouting.

I sat on the bed and took her hand. "June," I started, "I enjoyed our adult conversations, and our adult activities, but why are you acting like this?"

She started to cry. First like a petulant child, but then like a terrified woman. I let her cry for a few minutes before I reached over and hugged her close to me. She sobbed into my shoulder, and I could feel her small body convulse. Finally, she stopped and pulled away from me.

"I'm so sorry," she said, her face streaked by mascara and her eyes red from crying. "My last boyfriend liked that, and I thought you would, too."

"Really?' I replied. I figured I had nothing to lose at this point. "Tell me about your last boyfriend."

She took a deep breath before speaking. "He was a friend of my father's, even older than you," she said. I winced and she continued, "I've always dated older men. They treated me nicely, and weren't idiots like most guys my age. And I've always been turned on by acting like a little girl with them, and they always seemed to like it. My last lover actually couldn't get hard unless I acted like that. I loved being able to make it happen for him, because when he did get aroused, he was the most amazing, gentle and sweet lover."

"What happened to him?" I asked. 

"The only reason that my daddy let me get my degree in art education was because the Major (that's what everybody called him) convinced him to let me. The Major was one of the few people that Daddy would listen to. But a week before graduation, I was at the Major's house, and we were, you know, doing it, when he had a heart attack and died."

"That's awful," I said.

"I know," she said, tearing up again. "But I convinced myself that he died happy."

"If he was making love to you," I said, "I'm sure he was happy."

She smiled at me and leaned into me for a kiss. "That was sweet," she said, leaning back for another kiss. Which led to another kiss, and another, and me kissing her neck and her rubbing my back.

June pulled the flannel nightgown over her head and I saw, for the first time, her beautiful body completely nude. Her breasts stood up proudly from her torso, and her stomach was flat and soft. There was no tattoo. Her pussy was, not surprisingly from the story she told me, clean shaven, and surrounded by firm thighs that tapered into short but perfectly formed legs. Even her small feet were pretty. 

I tore off my clothing and jumped into the bed, my cock fully erect. 

June snuggled up to me, and we lay on our sides as I held her close, feeling the warmth of her soft body and smelling her scent. It seemed natural just to hold her, even though I was aching to fuck her. I started to stroke her back and her neck, and she made delicious purring sounds. My hands strayed down to her hips and then to her smooth, round butt cheeks, rubbing them and reveling in their firmness and shape. She wiggled her hips, pressing them against my throbbing cock and making me moan with pleasure and desire.

We kissed, and I tasted her mouth and tongue, and then moved to her soft, delicious neck. Mindy was nearly as tall as I was, so June's small size was a different experience for me, and it turned me on. I pushed her back on the bed, and watched her luscious breasts as they sat up on her chest, inviting me to explore them. I kissed down her sternum into her cleavage, feeling the soft skin on my lips and smelling her personal aroma as I squeezed her breast against the sides of my face and my nose was surrounded by her mounds. Working my way up the side of one breast, June sighed with pleasure and gasped as my lips closed over her stiffening nipple. Her hips writhed as I sucked and tongued her breast, so I reached down and placed my full hand on her pussy. I could feel her moisture and used one finger to trace her lips before slowly inserting it into her warm, welcoming hole as June lifted her hips to meet my finger and moaned.

Without taking my mouth off of her breast, I used my finger to explore her pussy and brushed her clit, which set off another round of moaning and writhing. I had never in my life, even with Mindy, ever felt that I was giving a woman so much pleasure. Whether I was, or whether June was making me feel good was immaterial, because I believed, at that moment, that I was a great lover.

I wanted, no, I needed, to be inside her, so I pivoted my creaky body on top of this pixie woman and rammed my hard cock as deep inside her as I could. June yelped but didn't resist as I began to fuck her as hard and fast as I could. But I realized I wasn't wearing a condom and slowed, then stopped my thrusting, causing June to whimper with disappointment.

"I need a condom," I said softly.

"No," she panted. "I'm on the pill. Don't stop."

I needed no more encouragement, and began to slowly thrust again, building again to a speed and power that I never felt before. June's small frame was wriggling under me and bucking to meet my thrust. But I was 45 years old, and not in the best aerobic shape, and I began to lose my breath. As I was about to lose both my wind and my control, I felt June buck against me hard, squeeze my cock with her internal muscles and I came with a blast as June yelled out, "Oh, daddy, yes, yes, yes!"

Which completely freaked me out. I rolled off of her, both to prevent me from crushing her, and because the "daddy" thing was so weird. I lay there, catching my breath and listening to June, as she caught hers, which happened much faster than for me.

But, eventually, I was able to speak. I knew that I was running the risk that what I was about to say would mean that there would not ever be a repeat of that mind blowing sex, but, on the other hand, I was not interested in being her father figure in some sort of strange incest fantasy. I had hoped, probably delusionally, that June was actually interested in me, not because I reminded her of her father. 

Before I could say anything, June turned to me, gave me one of her crinkle nosed smiles and said, "That was amazing, Dan. Thank you."

I smiled back at her and said, "No, thank you." I was transfixed by the sight of her firm breasts, but I realized I needed to say what I needed to say.

"June," I started, slowly, trying to figure out the best way to say it, "I'm a little uncomfortable that you called me 'daddy' when we were making love."

June looked surprised. "No, I didn't," she responded. "Why would I say that?"

It was my turn to be confused. "I'm sure you did," I said, firmly.

June brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees in a clearly defensive position. I could see various emotions run across her pretty face, but had no clue what they were. Finally, she looked down, bit her lower lip and said, in a low voice, "Did I really?"

I wasn't sure what was going on, but simply nodded. This unleashed another torrent of tears, sobbing and rocking. I was wildly uncomfortable, and could only watch. I was afraid to touch her and figured that her crying would, ultimately end. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she stopped crying and sniffled. I handed her a box of tissues, and she dabbed at her eyes and face.

Meanwhile, I was totally at sea. My night included a beautiful dinner with a gorgeous woman, a blow job and amazing sex but also two bouts of tears, and a fear that my new lover had some sort of daddy fixation. On the one hand, I wanted to fuck her again. On the other hand, I wanted to send her home and never see her again. I decided to try to get to the bottom of things, so that maybe we could keep seeing each other. Mindy would have said that I was a typical man, thinking with his cock, and she would have been right. And out of line, since she clearly let her pussy lead her to the mailman.




Jump Start



"Tell me what's wrong," I asked, tenderly, as I reached out to comfort June. She allowed me to hold her petite body, made smaller by the fact that she was still all balled up, hugging her knee to her chest.

She was silent for a while before starting to speak in a low monotone. "I've never told anyone this before. Anyone." She sobbed briefly and I held her close. "But I feel comfortable with you, Dan. You opened up to me about your ex-wife so easily, but this is hard for me."

"It's O.K.," I said, "You don't have to say anything."

"No, I think I do," she said, with increasing sureness. "When I was a little girl," she continued, "my dad, uh, touched me."

I was shocked, but not surprised, and pulled her tighter to me.

"I won't—I can't—go into details, but he made me do things, and eventually it didn't seem like I was being forced. I loved him. Then, he sent me to the Major, and I was with him. And, again, I thought it was my own choice, but it really wasn't. And when the Major died, I realized what had happened. Luckily I got this job and for the first time was on my own."

"I'm sorry," I said, feeling June trembling in my arms.

"I've never been with anyone my own age. Daddy wouldn't let me and the Major wouldn't either. And when I met you, it seemed right, and I do like you, so much."

"And I like you, too, beautiful June," I said, kissing her on her soft lips.

We talked through the night, about her story, and mine, and about many, many other things. As the sun came up on Sunday morning, we made love again, this time without tears, or creepy daddy issues. Just two damaged people trying to heal themselves and each other.

I drove June home later that day, and she promised to find a therapist, because talking about your problems with a physics teacher who wants to have sex with you is rarely a way to cure your problems. For my part, I spent the rest of Sunday on the Internet and pawing through a box of papers from when I gave a crap about teaching.

Monday

On Monday, I went to school charged up, and with a new attitude. When my intro physics class came in, said, "Today, we are not going to do physics." There was a small cheer, but a lot of confusion on the faces of my students. Instead of standing before the blackboard, I sat on my desk, facing the class. I said, "We are going to do something different today. You don't seem at all interested in what I am teaching, so today, we are going to speak freely. I want you all to promise that nothing that gets said in here today leaves the room, and I will promise the same thing. Raise your hand if you promise." They all did. "I promise, also, that nothing you say in here will affect your grade."

They looked very confused, maybe a little scared at what I said, and the enthusiasm with which I spoke. I continued, "Please raise your hand if you think that I am a good physics teacher." There was a pause, and a handful of kids raised their hands, but most didn't, as I expected, and deserved. "Really," I said, "the truth." A couple of the hands went down.

"That's fair," I said. "Now, let me ask you, how many of you are good physics students? Raise your hands." About half the students raised their hands. "Really?" I asked, "be honest." A bunch of hands went down. "That seems about right," I said.

The class continued to look confused. "Anybody want to explain that?" I asked. There was a pause, until Martin Jessup, who was probably the smartest kid in the class, raised his hand. "Yes, Martin," I said.

"Mr. Stone," he started, "this really won't affect my grade?"

"No, Martin, I promise."

"Well, Mr. Stone," he began, "it, uh, seems like you don't care."

"Good," I said enthusiastically. The class was dumbstruck. "And, Martin, or anyone," I continued, "Why do you think I don't care?"

There was silence until Leticia Ramos raised her hand. Now it was my turn to be surprised. She never said a single word in class. "Yes, Leticia," I said.

She looked at me, then looked at her desk. "Because we don't care," she said in a soft voice.

"Yes!" I almost yelled. "You don't care, and I don't care, so why the hell are we studying physics?" I asked. "Anyone?"

Tom Baum yelled out, "So we can graduate and get the hell out of here." Everyone, including me, laughed.

"If that is the only reason," I said, "then we shouldn't be wasting our time." I saw nodding and murmuring of assent. "What would you like to be doing instead?" I asked.

"Watching TV," Leslie Jones yelled out. 

"But without physicists, there would be no electricity, no TV signals, no flat screens. No cable. No DVRs," I noted.

"Driving around," Jimmy O'Connor yelled out.

"Physics explains how the engine works, why the wheels move, the aerodynamics of the car's body—in fact pretty much everything about a car, except for what goes on in the back seat. That's biology." They laughed. I had them.

"Look," I said, "starting today, let's make a deal. I'll try to make the work interesting, if you try to be interested. Raise your hand if you are in." Everyone's hands shot up and I smiled. "For the rest of the class, I want you to think about what you want to do when you finish school, and for the next class, give me a paragraph or two about how physics will or will not be involved in that. Use whatever sources you want, including each other. Extra credit for making me laugh."

For the rest of the class, the students moved around, spoke, went online and sat and thought. A few came to speak with me about their ideas, and we had some pretty good discussions. The bell rang, and it seemed like the class had just started.

I did the same thing for my other intro physics classes, and a slightly different version for my AP class. At the end of the day, I was charged up, electric with excitement, and I virtually ran down to the photo lab at the end of the day, where I was greeted with a hug from June, who was wearing not her usual jeans and shirt, but a dress, with her hair up. She looked like a teacher—a hot teacher—but not a middle school kid. I was virtually vibrating with excitement when I told her what I had done, and how the students had reacted. I couldn't wait until the next class to start.

June sat and listened to me go on and smiled at me, occasionally touching my hand. When I ran out of words, she said, "I'm so happy for you. It sounds great. Now, can I show you something in the darkroom?"

She took my hand and led me to a door, which she opened and led me inside. The room was lit by a dim red bulb, and I could make out the outlines of various pieces of photo equipment. It smelled of chemicals, but the smell was immediately masked by the smell of June as she pressed against me. I could feel my cock begin to stiffen as I felt her breasts smashing against my stomach, and I reached down and squeezed her close while burying my nose in her hair.

She stepped back, flipped up her dress, pulled off her panties and lifted herself onto a work table, her legs slightly spread. I took her hint and took off my pants and boxers and pressed my hard cock into her pussy, which was dripping wet. June wrapped her arms around my shoulders as I thrust forward and back, faster and faster. I felt June arch her back, forcing me in deeper and heard her moan and pant, as I kept up my pace as best I could, until I blasted a load of cum deep inside her. She gasped, then let her head collapse against my shoulder. My cock slipped out of her and she slid so that she was standing on the floor. I realized that we could have been caught at any minute, but didn't really care.

June grabbed a bunch of paper towels and handed me some. We cleaned ourselves up, and the table, before getting dressed and leaving the darkroom, holding hands.

That night, June came over for dinner, and we spent more time talking and making love. I drove her to school the next day, not caring if Sandy O'Hara or any of the other busybodies on the faculty got more gossip to spread around. I sensed an improvement in my students' attitude, enjoyed some of their essays, and, I think, was more engaged and interesting in the class.

The next day, after school, I drove June to a therapist in the next town, and sat in the waiting area during her appointment. I could tell that she had been crying from the redness and puffiness of her beautiful eyes, and without discussing it, I drove her to her house, walked her to the door and kissed her goodnight before returning home to prepare for class.

I suspect that once she works through her daddy issues, she will leave me for someone closer to her age who can keep up with her, understands her music and TV references and ultimately can give her a family. But until that day comes, if it ever does, I intend to enjoy every minute that I have with her, and with my students. 

As I prepared my lesson on Newton's Laws of Motion, I laughed as I reviewed the First Law—a body at rest tends to stay at rest, unless acted on by an unbalanced force, and a body in motion will stay in motion unless acted on by an unbalanced force, because, maybe, Newton was a psychologist as well as a physicist.



Jump Starting Love, Bangkok Style



The tap at the door was so soft that it was hardly audible, but David and Mabel shuddered. They exchanged embarrassed glances. 

"Come in," David said after a delay. The door opened and a young man stood at the door. The man had the unmistakable features of a Thai, but was better built than the average for his countrymen. The girl like most Thai young women was small and pretty. There was silence for a while; then Mabel spoke.

"Please come in and take a seat." The man thanked and they sat on the double sofa opposite where the other couple sat.

"I am Niran and my wife is Suchin."

"Niran? Thai names I thought were more complicated," said David.

"Our surnames are. Given names generally are short. Niran means eternal."

"And Suchin?"

"Suchin means beautiful thought."

"Not thought only I should say," said David. "I am David and this is my wife Mabel. We are from Canada. Do you often meet people from Canada?"

"We mostly meet people from Western Europe and the States," said Niran, "but we do meet Canadians. My first clients were Canadians."

"Today is our silver wedding anniversary," said David. The visitors congratulated the couple on the achievement. "We want to celebrate in style," he continued. The Thais bowed. Again there was silence.

"Have you ever been invited to wedding anniversary celebrations?" asked Mabel.

"Many times," said the girl. She spoke English with difficulty.

"Silver?"

"Silver, and more too. Once it was golden."

"Golden?" Mabel was surprised.

"Many come to Bangkok to celebrate their wedding anniversaries, and they are kind enough to invite us to join in the celebrations," said the young man. He spoke fluent English, but with a distinct accent. Silence again reigned. Considering that the two very respectable middle class Canadians have invited the Thais for a love making session this was not surprising.

*

Though to friends and relatives David and Mabel were a model couple they had problems on the sexual side of their relationship. It is often so by the time the silver wedding anniversary arrives. David was a monogamist who was actively interested in sex; Mabel belonged to that large category of women who seem to lose interest in sex when the children have grown up. All that Mabel was willing to do now was to spread for the five minutes her husband needed to ejaculate. But he wanted a little more. 

'Even harlots would not agree to what you demand,' Mabel would say.

'Harlots may not, but wives do.'

'Not I,' she would say with finality. David's menu was not extravagant. All he wanted was the lights to be on and the windows open while they made love. 

'You want the world to watch us having sex?' she would say.

'No neighbour can see us even if he wants to unless he has powerful binoculars.' 'If they cannot see why do you want it anyway?'

'The thought that they can makes it exciting. I get a proper erection only when I am that excited.'

'Sorry I cannot.'

Early in the marriage he had angled for blow jobs, but she, an inexperienced eighteen year old bride, could not tolerate even the taste of precum. Sex soon became less and less interesting till it became events to mark their wedding anniversary and his birthday. But Mabel loved her man, a caring person who hardly ever spoke a hard word to anyone. When she found him sad she assumed that she was the reason. She thought about it and soon came to a decision. 

It was one evening after dinner three months before their silver wedding anniversary that Mabel made the move. 

'Darling, I have a suggestion.'

'About what?'

'About our silver wedding anniversary. We should go to an exotic location.' 

'Wonderful. Where?'

'Bangkok?' 

'The sex city?'

'Yes.'

'We?'

'Yes.'

'What for?'

'To enjoy, of course.' 

'You have to explain,' he said. He was not too keen on the sights and sounds of strange places however exotic.

'David I have been reading books on sex written by women; serious writers all of them. They are all unanimously of the opinion that sex life of women does not end when the nest is empty. They say the second phase actually starts then, and it is often better than the honeymoon part. I feel that I am depriving myself, yes myself, as well as you of normal pleasures. I want to make a new start, and what better place to do so than Bangkok?'

'How do you know about that place?'

'The Internet of course. We do not go for the more florid things, but would you be shocked if I tell you what I am proposing?'

'Of course not.'

'We book into a hotel and get the services of a couple. We spend some time with them, and then ask them to make love in our presence.'

'And then we return the compliment?'

'Possibly not, but we proceed as our mood leads us.'

'Indeed,' said David. He rolled his eyes upwards; his lips moved in prayer possibly, and then he stood up and whooped.

*

David and Mabel looked at each other and smiled sheepishly. The long periods of silences were getting very embarrassing.

"Shall I tell you about my first experience?" Niran said, "That often breaks the ice."

"Please do," said David eagerly. He was wondering if their adventure was becoming a non-starter.

"First about how I come to be doing this job. I was in my first year of civil engineering diploma when I got into this. I am a physical fitness addict and I never miss workouts in the gym every day. One evening as I was getting out of the gym one man approached me. He said he wanted to talk to me on a very serous matter that would lead to fortune. He offered a hundred dollar bill just to demonstrate his sincerity. I met him the next day in a room in a posh hotel. I was dressed, as he had asked me to, in my Sunday best. 'Please do not ask any questions now,' he said, 'but just do as requested. Soon I would clear every doubt of yours.' He handed over another hundred dollar bill. He directed me to a doctor's office where the senior consultant examined me thoroughly. 

"When I met the agent two days later he told me that he was selecting me for the job. He then explained the job. I was so surprised that you could have knocked me down with a feather. I was to offer sex to visitors in some of the famous hotels of the city. Not by soliciting but on invitation. I liked the job of course; who wouldn't. He gave me a booklet explaining the customs and habits of Westerners who would be the bulk of my clients. There was a long list of dos and don'ts, and a warning that if I lapse in any way I would lose the job. 

"The day after I took up the job I had a call at my new residence, a flat in a posh suburb. I went to the hotel, and straight to the room. I tapped; an authoritative male voice invited me in. The couple were both relatively young, the woman in the late thirties and the man about forty. The man was tall and athletic and had the confident bearing of an army man. But his wife appeared timid, and did not seem to look forward to my company. She was small and slim, and pretty, very pretty. In my nervousness I stood as if on parade and introduced myself in a style drill sergeants had taught in school cadet corps. The man introduced himself and his wife. He said they were from Canada. Their English accent seemed to suggest that they were French Canadians. 

"I darted a glance at her. She was doing the same. She immediately turned away blushing. Though only a small part of one cheek was visible I could make out that she was smiling. Shy thing, but full of mischief.

"The man offered coffee. His wife went to the kitchenette and prepared coffee in the microwave oven. We sipped. When it was over the man spoke. He made the first of the three statements that was to stun me that night.

"'Make love to my wife,' he said. It sounded like an order. I said nothing. Even the sharpest witted man could not have come out with a satisfactory response to that statement. I must have stared with eyes open in incredulity. 'Make love to my wife,' he said again this time softly, and as if to give weight to what he said he moved over to the single seat of the sofa thus making room for me by the side of his wife. 

"'Pretend I am not here,' he said.

"I moved over. My heart was racing and my hands were trembling. The man must have noted the tremor. 

"'Don't fear, I am unarmed,' he said and laughed. 'I'll make myself very clear, fuck her. Please let me assure you that there is no greater turn-on for a man than to see another man fuck his wife.' 

"Later when I recollected the event I could see that making love to married women was what my job was about. I wondered why I had to confront the fact before realising it. 

"Still hesitant I touched her shoulder. She averted her face. I held her chin and turned her face towards me. I kissed her on the cheek and then I kissed her on the lip. Her lips pouted slightly. Thus encouraged I embraced her and as I held her I unzipped her frock a couple of inches. She held me too, but not tightly. We held for a while and then I loosened my hold, and as I removed my hands I fully unzipped her frock and catching the edges I pulled it forwards. Very helpfully she stretched out her arms and then pulled her arms off the sleeves, and then in one swift movement she removed the skirt altogether. She was now in her bra and knickers. 

"I undid her bra hooks and released her breasts. For one of her slimness they were grand. I gently fondled. Then I bent down and sucked. She placed her hand under the breast and gently lifted it up. I bit her nipple; she made moaning noises. I pulled down her knickers; she helpfully moved her legs to enable me to remove it. She was now seated with her slightly parted legs fully stretched on the sofa, totally nude, and displaying the densest brush I have ever seen before or since. 

"'You seem not to like the brush,' said her husband. It was indeed so. Now he uttered the second of the statements that was to surprise me that day.

"'Shave her,' he said. I hesitated for a moment, and then I took her by the hand to the bathroom. The man with forethought had laid out shaving kit and a plastic chair on which she could sit. She sat and spread out helpfully. I soaped her and then I shaved her with great concentration. I did the mons first, and then the major lips, and then the minor lips. I parted the lips and removed hair from every cranny. I washed and dried her pussy. I shone. Her inner lips were thin and the clit hood was prominent. I liked the look of that pussy.

"'Good job,' said the husband. I kissed her pussy for I was now quite hot, and then I licked her clit. She was hot too for her pussy was getting wetter by the second. She responded magnificently. Soon she was vibrating and then I pulled the trigger by slowing down and licking her in wide swathes. She screamed softly and then she spoke for the first, and as it turned out, the last time. 'Fuck me,' she said.

"I carried her and placed her on the bed. I climbed up and I was over her when the husband spoke his third stunner.

'I'll insert your cock into my wife,' he said. He did so deftly, and so hot were both of us that soon we had orgasms in unison and then she had I do not know how many. We lay embracing each other. The husband shook me gently by the shoulder.

"'It's my turn now.' I got up and stood by as he entered her. I thought she would be exhausted, but apparently she was not. She had another cascade of orgasms. The husband turned to me and said. "Thanks for jump starting our fuck. Please take the envelope on the table. Close the door but do not lock it.'

"I rushed to my room and drank half a jug of water for I was immensely thirsty. I then lay on the cot and reviewed my experience of the night. I just could not understand why such a virile man should need someone to kick start his fuck. The next day I was less perplexed. During my college days I was an avid browser of voyeur sites. In these sites amateurs under conditions of anonymity published photographs of women in various stages of undress. Most photos were of their wives. The sender, often the husband, openly offered sex with his wife. Now I know that many of these were physically normal men and respectable citizens who are just bold enough to give vent to their innermost urges. 

"Two days later I met this couple in the shopping mall. I avoided them as instructed in the booklet. I observed them discretely. I assure you that no one who did not know what I knew would consider them as anything but normal well adjusted married people." 

"Interesting," said David. "I think your job is far and away the best in the world. Do you agree?"

"I do, but for reasons different from what you expect it would be."

"What are your reasons if it is not the obvious one?" 

"Well, I never have sex, professionally that is, with women who were less than ten years my senior in age. That is what makes this a superlative job. I'll explain this paradox. You have to see the happiness on the faces of these women to appreciate the wonder of what I am doing. Everything I do gives pleasure. What more can one want from a job? Many of these women have not had orgasm for years, and some experience it for the very first time. Women who give the impression of being models of pure womanhood are the prime victims of civilisation's one-man-one-woman concept. All of them, even the purest, harbour not sexual fantasies, but attainable sexual desires that are beyond their reach. After the first fuck with someone not their husband they feel as librated as a prisoner let off from Devil Island. Their spouses are happy too to see their wives enjoy themselves. It is the perfect demonstration of marital bliss. I say with certainty that a husband who brandishes his hand gun if his wife has sex with another man, and a wife who sues for divorce because her husband has another woman have both reached the lowest state man and woman can reach." Niran spoke with emotion. He then calmed down. "Now that the ice is broken," said Niran with a broad grin, "we can indulge in some activity." 

"Activity?"

"Certainly, you have not invited us to tell stories on the night of your silver wedding anniversary?"

"Of course not."

"With your permission my wife and I would get behind the curtain to change into something more reasonable."

*

Suchin reappeared wearing mid-thigh length brownish red sarong of very thin material, and a loose top of the same material but of a darker colour. It was clear that she did not have anything under those garments. She smiled broadly and asked David if he liked her dress. It was hardly necessary to ask for David was goggling. Soon Niran appeared dressed in loose pyjamas and with chest bare. His visits to the gym were to some purpose for he has magnificent pectoral muscles, and the shoulder muscles and biceps could have done a middle-weight boxer proud.

They undressed each other, and then they kissed, and as Niran fondled Suchin stroked his hard and large organ. Then he held her by the hips and bodily lifted her with no apparent effort. She was in the inverted position, but she grabbed his organ with her hands and thrust it into her mouth. Her thighs were resting on his shoulder; her pussy was level with is mouth, and he licked with fury.

Then he laid her on the cot face up. Suchin flexed her hips so completely that her thighs touched the mattress with feet in the air. She would sway up and down and then suddenly her feet would rest on the mattress and she would lift her body a good six inches, and this went on in cycles. And then it happened. She lifted her body even higher and gestured to the visitors to support her. David on one side and Mabel held her body up as she had a massive orgasm. 'Thanks,' she murmured to them and then to Niran she said 'Quick, I am ready.' Niran entered, and soon they climaxed. They rested for a short while, and then they washed. They came out naked and put on their dresses as David and Mabel watched. 

Suchin held David by the hand and made him sit beside her on the sofa opposite, and Niran sat beside Mabel. Niran removed the centre table. 'We would need a lot of leg room,' he said. The Thai couple, judging that the older couple were sufficiently primed but not experienced enough to take the lead, now took charge. 

*

"Madam," said Suchin.

"Call me Mabel please. I want to feel young." Suchin laughed.

"Mabel, I suggest that you and, and...

"David."

"David put on something more reasonable." Mabel turned towards her husband, and both nodded.

"Want our assistance?"

"Why not."

When they emerged Mabel was in a thin skirt and tops with nothing underneath, and David was in pyjamas, but not having muscles to display he wore a thin loose shirt. They were soon at action stations. 

"Niran, David's hand has disappeared under Suchin blouse. He must be fondling. No Niran, don't, I am feeling ticklish." But soon that feeling was gone. Under Niran's expert handling Mabel was swaying with eyes partly closed. He was kissing her on the neck. Mabel did not know that the side of her neck under the ear was a sensitive spot. 

"Mine is a sagging breast," said Mabel deprecatingly.

"I like it sagging. All men like it sagging. The purpose of fondling is to make the breasts sag." Niran spoke with such vehemence that Mabel let it go. He gently rubbed one tit, and then he held it between his thumb and index and ever so softly kneaded it.

"Shall I suck, Mabel?"

"I would love it." He removed her tops. She was now bare above the waist.

"Funny isn't that I who was so shy even to wear bathing costume should become so daring. I wonder what David thinks of it."

"Please turn round and see for yourself."

Suchin was on David's lap. Her tops and skirt were on but her hips were fully flexed, and her shaved pussy was on display. David's fingers were marching up and down the cleft, and at the clit they did not do a simple about turn but lingered till the girl moaned with pleasure.

'I don't know how it is happening. If a few hours ago I had seen David kissing a girl I would have exploded. Now I watch him play with her pussy and I am just thrilled; yes thrilled. The same must be happening to David. Both of us doing things in clear sight of each other must be making it acceptable."

"I think so too. It is doing behind the back that annoys. No one likes to be cheated. During my bachelor days most of my clients were married men wanting me for a MFM where the F was their wives."

"I do not know if the noxious air of Bangkok is a contributing factor."

"Noxious?"

"Correction. Balmy air, undoubtedly. My line of thinking has to broaden." 

"My mind broadening took place under circumstances somewhat different. Ours was an arranged match. Suchin is a distant relative. For honeymoon we went to Puchket, the traditional wedding gift of our hotels to its employees. On the third night I had a call. 'Would my wife and I be willing for a swing with an Australian couple?' The problem was that Suchin did not know what my profession was. She knew I worked in the hotel, and from the way I spent money she must have assumed that I was one of the top men in the hotel. How will she take it if she knows that her husband is nothing more glorious than a sex worker? I had to tell her anyway; I decided that this was as good an opportunity to do so as any other. She took it remarkably well, and to my surprise and great annoyance she agreed, with a glitter in the eyes, to the swing offer too. That Australian was a super performer, and when I saw Suchin, my bride of three days, matching him move for move my heart swelled with pride. 

Niran was on his knees, and with Mabel bending forward he was working on the sagging breasts. Niran was right. The sagging breasts of Mabel did look lovely. Soon she was clicking with pleasure and then she did something that thrilled David who was constantly darting eyes at what was happening at his wife's place. She took a hand of her companion, and lifting up both her feet on to the sofa she exposed her wet pussy and placed his hand on the clit. Then she intertwined the fingers of both hands on Niran's hair and gently pushed his head down to the clit. 




Jump Starting Love, Bangkok Style



Niran waited till his mouth was level with the clit and then he started licked as if it was a reflex. Niran licked till she came, and then she lay on the carpet and Niran got on top and he fucked her till she moaned with pleasure. The sound of clapping brought them back to earth. It was David and Suchin enjoying the show. They waved in acknowledgement, and then resumed their hug. Then they got up. 

"David now your turn," Mabel said.

David was in a hurry to enter for Suchin by plopping his rose in and out of her mouth had brought him to the verge. He was a great one for foreplay, and he wanted to dawdle a little. Suchin instinctively understood his need and avoided touching his cock. She went down on all fours, and by pressing her chest to the carpet she presented her pussy, and with Mabel and Niran encouraging from either side of them David licked her with gusto. Soon Suchin was trembling in orgasm, and then she turned and David entered her and they climaxed. All four lay on the carpet their naked bodies entwined in one mass. All four snoozed. 

Suddenly Mabel spoke, clear and loud. "Fuck me David."

"I feel like it too," he said.

"But before that I want to fulfil one fantasy of mine."

"What's that?"

"Promise you won't laugh."

"Surely not."

"I want to walk up and down the corridor with no clothes on if it is legal to do so." She turned and looked at Niran.

"Inside this hotel it is perfectly legal," he said.

"I want Niran, fully clothed, to accompany me. Hey! David you are laughing within."

"Why should I." He was not laughing, but he was amazed that his wife whom he thought was a prude should have been harbouring such a splendid fantasy all these years. "The only problem is that at three in the morning there would not be many on the aisles and verandas to witness the show."

"Can't say," said Suchin, "Saturday night revellers would be returning home about at this time. Now Mabel I'll spruce you for the show." 

Suchin attended to Mabel's hair, and face, and all parts of the body. The occasion demanded that. She stepped back, inspected her handiwork, and declared herself satisfied. 

"You both watch," said Mabel and sauntered out with Niran.

They saw no one in their aisle, but when they reached the floor foyer there were half a dozen men taking coke from a dispenser. When they saw Mabel in her birthday suit they got excited. Some merely gawked, other giggled, and two came forward to have a closer look. Mabel conducted herself as if it was her daily routine to walk about naked. She smiled and she waved.

"I wish I had brought change. I can do nicely with some coke too," she said.

"I have," said and Niran and handed over a dollar bill; Mabel went to the dispenser and joined the line which had sudden become longer. She chatted with the men; then she took the coke and sat at the couch and took a newspaper and started reading. She hid her face with the paper, but as she had her spread feet on the centre table the men had their fill.

"You have to give a running commentary of what is happening," she said to Niran. And he, assuming the tone of a radio commentator told her that the men stood in a bunch were examining her pussy with undivided attention. It was then that Mabel felt a problem forming.

"Niran I can feel juice pouring out of my pussy. See if it is so." Niran did as directed and confirmed her fears.

"Don't worry," he said, "I have got some wipes. I would wipe it." 

"You think of everything. I am sure you have condoms too."

"I have." Niran took out the wipes, and to their great excitement the watchers (for Mabel had shifted the newspaper, intentionally or not is anybody's guess) had a clear view of Niran wiping the juice out of Mabel's pussy. They murmured their appreciation.

"Niran, this simply won't do," said Mabel, "we have to rush to the room. I am pouring," They got up and Mabel ran and Niran followed. David was at the door, and she fell into his arms.

"Darling fuck me. I have never been so burning hot as I am now. They fell on the cot, and they felt their bodies as if they were searching for each other. David saw her wetness and gasped. He then licked. He had hardly started when she climaxed, and then he entered her and they had orgasm in unison, and then she had many many more. They lay exhausted. 

There was no clapping from the audience. Niran and Suchin were too stunned for that. What they were witnessing was not sexual passion of which they see a lot, but a couple who have been together for a quarter of a century expressed their love in the idiom of sex. It was awesome.

"Thanks for jump starting our love, bye' said David. 

"Bye," said Mabel, "and keep the door open." She giggled, and in spite of their posture David and Mabel managed a high five. 



Jumped by Bunny



*** Arriving at Home ***

Where were those damn house keys? In the darkness of my brother's front porch, I couldn't find them in my backpack.

When my brother decided to go to the local college, he somehow conned our parents into buying a row-house in the student ghetto and letting him stay there for free. He had convinced them that it was a great investment opportunity, but in reality, it was his way of getting out from under their ultra-conservative, fundamentalist dictatorship.

My glasses were misting up from the evening fog, and with the dim porch light, I couldn’t see inside my bag.

My brother and I had "survived" my parents' rule differently. He had always rebelled, and my parents, I believe, facilitated his moving out in order to avoid the inevitable confrontations that would have occurred at home.

Inside a backpack pocket, my hand ploughed through the detritus of my student life – pens, pencils, personal organizer, floppy disks... but no keys.

I, on the other hand, had been molded into a quiet, shy novitiate of their conservative order. In school, I was obsessively studious and typically joined a predictable selection of "goody-goody" extra-curricular groups. I had even taken to coming directly home every night and never dating. It was just easier that way – I didn't have to confront either my parents' disapproval or my debilitating shyness around girls.

All right, I give up on the keys. I was just going to have to hope that Todd hadn't gone to bed yet. Closing up my bag and adjusting my glasses, I knocked on the door.

Now that I was 18, I was determined to make the most of my brother's haven. He was a pain in the ass some of the time, but when I went to stay for the weekend, he generally left me alone – he knew what I was faced with at home. I even had a bedroom of my own there, except when one of his friends needed to "sleep it off."

I raised my arm to knock again. Suddenly, the door flew open, held by an official-looking woman wearing a brown leather jacket and mirrored aviator glasses – I guess it was those accoutrements that gave her an official bearing. Otherwise, she was "quite the babe." She had long, wavy, raven black hair; a close-fitting, white, sleeveless T-shirt; and snug, low-riser jeans. Her tight-fitting clothes made obvious that she had a toned, ample body and impressively erect nipples on perky, medium-sized breasts.

"Identify yourself!" she commanded.

"Pardon me?" I asked, bewildered at her presence.

"What is your business here, sir?" she interrogated me.

"I... I... I live here." I stammered. "Well, I don't actually live..."

"Sir, step inside and show me some ID."

I took a faltering step in behind the closing door and fumbled for my wallet. "Is Todd all right?" I handed her my student card.

"Why would you ask that, sir?" she asked with suspicion in her voice. "I haven't said anything about Mr Henderson's status."

"No, it's just that..."

"Sir, this picture doesn't resemble you."

"Well, the day that they..."

"Sir, I'm going to ask you to turn around and lean against the door."

"But... but... now listen here, I don't even know..."

"Sir!" she became insistent. "I'm not going to ask you again!"

"Yes, ma'am," I replied obediently and nervously assumed the position. "Could you..."

"Sir, I don't need you to talk right now." Her hands landed on my shoulders. "You'll be answering plenty of questions soon enough." Her hands travelled down my back, and then, as they returned up my sides, they suddenly gripped a ticklish zone.

"Aaah!" I exclaimed and jerked reflexively.

"Sir, you're moving." She grabbed my elbows and slapped my hands back onto the door. I thought that I heard a muffled noise in the background. She continued patting me down. Reaching my backside, she grabbed onto my butt cheeks and gave them a little jiggle. Something wasn't right about that technique. I heard that same noise in the distance.

Next, she reached around to my front and deliberately grabbed my crotch. I jumped. "Sir, what have you got concealed here!!" Her hand grasped firmly on my penis through my pants and then moved down to juggle my balls. I felt her fingers reach up and grip my zipper.

"Give the poor kid a break!" That definitely came from the living room and was my brother's voice... with a laugh. "You are too much, Bunny!" Bunny?

Bunny backed away and removed her glasses. Bunny? "You ruined it. I had him going." She poked me in the ribs as I turned around. "I had you sooo going!" Then she leaned in to me, gave me a big kiss on the cheek and danced a little victory dance into the living room, clapping her hands over her head. What the hell was going on?

I followed the unfamiliar woman into the living room. Bunny danced over to the couch and flopped onto my brother, who was hunched over with laughter. When the giggles settled down, Bunny jumped up and pulled on my arm. "Come on, sexy. Sit down with us. I'll finish your strip search later." My momentum landed me on the couch almost on top of her.

My brother turned to me. "Dude, this is Bunny, my new friend from school."

"Bunny?" I had to ask, "Is that your real name?"

Bunny leaned into me. I felt her breasts squish into my arm. "Does it matter?"

"Uh, I guess not."

Her face was now really close to mine. It was really uncomfortable. She wiggled her nose. "Don't I look as cute as a bunny?" she asked me in a mockingly childish voice.

"Um... yeah..." I squirmed and tried to lean away from her.

"Come on, B.," my brother announced, "I've got something to show you in my room."

"Like what?" Bunny queried him.

"Like my pet snake."

Bunny turned quickly to me. "Does he really have a pet snake?" She had a wry smile on her face.

I don't remember Todd having a pet snake, so I shrugged my shoulders. "Beats me."

She looked back at my brother. "Do I get to hold the snake?"

"You bet," he replied. At which, they both jumped up and ran out of the room.

Todd doesn't have a snake! What was that all about? Todd's place had suddenly gotten really weird.

*** Saving her Honour ***

When I arrived at the house, I had just wanted to go to bed, but now, I wasn't tired. I decided to get relaxed and watch some TV. I went to my room to change.

When I passed my brother's room, I thought that I heard the noise of struggling, and so I sneaked closer to his door to make sure everything was all right. Unfortunately, the door was closed, so my surveillance capabilities were limited, but I pressed my ear to the door to check what I could hear.

"Bunny, come on," my brother complained, "All you have to do is pet him. He won't bite." Hmm, maybe he did have a snake after all.

"You perv!" Bunny challenged him. I heard the heavy compression of bed springs. "I should make you beg. Come here. Let me see how eager he is... Well, he seems kind of sleepy to me. He's not ready to play yet."

"You little tease! Move over!!"

"Todd!! Get off! You... you... mmm..."

"Oh Bunny..."

I guess everything was okay. They seemed to be wrestling or something, and when I thought about them jostling on the bed, I remembered Bunny's breasts pressing on my arm and I started getting a hard-on. I felt very ashamed. My mother had warned me that it was a sinful thing to allow to happen. I slinked back from the door and retired to my room. In the distance, I heard the pair yelling, "Oh! Oh! Oh!..." Maybe the snake had gotten loose.

In my room, I closed my door to muffle the noise. I changed out of my street clothes and stared curiously down at my hard, ill-disciplined penis. A cold shower would sort him out, but I was chilled from my walk home, and so I decided to just ignore its bad behaviour. Well, I certainly was not going to get to sleep now, so I put on my striped, cotton pyjamas, swirled on my thick, terry-cloth robe and left my room.

I tiptoed down the hallway to check if those two had reconvened in the living room. Bunny had made me nervous with her forced intimacy, and I would prefer not to be terrorized any further by her tonight. I didn't hear them in Todd's room and didn't see them in the living room, and so guessed that they were resting now. I shut off most of the lights, grabbed the TV remote and flopped onto the couch. Let the surfing begin.

I drifted through the channels aimlessly, finally settling on a science show that was explaining the relevance of soap bubble structural mechanics to the future deployment of settlements in space. Great! I thought there was going to be nothing on.

Suddenly, a light pair of feet scurried down the hall and scampered into the living room, preceded by a female shriek. "No-oh-oh-oh aiyyyeee!!!"

Bunny careened past the couch wearing... my gawd... wearing... oh my gawd... only wearing a skimpy, tight-fitting, white cotton, bra and panty set. As she pivotted around the coffee table, her smooth, shapely butt cheeks scrunched muscularly to make the turn, and when she bent down to use the table as an obstacle to block my brother, her firm breasts jostled and strained recklessly against the light material of her bra.

My brother burst into the room in his boxers but appeared to be winded already and didn't make much of an attempt to out-manoeuvre the coffee table. "You brat! Get back to bed." He lunged along the far side of the table.

"No!" Bunny yipped and dove onto the couch beside me. "Make me!" Scrunching in behind me for protection, she draped her arms around my chest. "Timmy, save me," she pleaded. I could feel the soft compression of her breasts in my back. My hard-on was returning.

Todd had finally rounded the coffee table and stood directly in front of me. Bunny hugged me even harder, deforming her breasts even more into my back muscles. "Com'ere!" he demanded.

"No!" Bunny insisted. "I'll decide where I sleep tonight."

"Leave her alone, Todd," I interceded meekly, with chivalrous intent.

Todd looked down at me in surprise and let out a little giggle. "All right," he smirked, tousling my hair, "You're protected for now." He sauntered over and slumped heavily into the adjacent chair. A loud exhale indicated his level of fatigue.

Bunny crawled out from behind me and plopped into my lap. I was in awe. I had never seen that much female flesh before, and here was this gorgeous figure sitting in my lap. My eyes travelled in detail over her smooth flesh and rounded curves. And then I looked away in embarrassment. Was I turning into a pervert?

"My hero!" Bunny grabbed the back of my neck and gave me a big kiss on the lips. I froze, focusing all of my attention on the soft, wet remnants of her lips on mine. "And I'll decide who I sleep with as well. I think Timmy's going to be my boyfriend tonight," and with that, she gave me another wet, silky kiss.

Todd sniffed, "Yeah, whatever." And then he grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels.

Bunny's lips had moved to my neck under my ear and were smooching on my skin. Electricity flowed up and down my spine, and goosebumps rose on my skin. My stomach started churning, and I guessed that it was from nervousness, but I was also much harder now.

"Hey, look!" Todd cried out, "American Pie is on."

Bunny turned to the screen and then jumped off my lap onto the couch. "Great! Let's make some popcorn and watch it."

*** Watching a Movie ***

Getting up off the couch required some delicate manoeuvring, as my stiff cock was restrained under my cinched robe. Nevertheless, I sidled awkwardly out of the room and into the kitchen. I beered Todd and Bunny, got a glass of milk for myself, and hot-air popped a large bowl of popcorn, which I buttered.

We all settled in for the movie. Todd slumped in his chair and sucked on his beer. His eyes looked pretty heavy, and I expected that he would drift off to sleep soon. I retook my position on the couch and placed the popcorn bowl on my knees. And Bunny waited for me to settle and then snuggled in against my side.

I don't know why we both had to crowd at the one end of the couch. I tried to make more room for her, but Bunny lifted my arm over her and rested her head on my chest. I could smell the flowery shampoo scent in her hair.

"You don't mind cuddling, do you boyfriend?" Bunny asked coyly, lifting her face up to look at me. "I'm not squishing you, am I?"

"No... uh... no, it's fine," I answered weakly. Boy, this made me very uncomfortable. The hair on my skin started to rise.

"No? Mmmm," she cooed, laying her head down again and starting in on the popcorn. After the first handful, she asked, "Are you sure you've used enough butter?"

Oops, that was my fault. I tended to get carried away with the butter. "Sorry," I apologized. "Do you want me to make another batch?"

"No," she replied, bringing her fingers to her lips. "But your pyjamas are going to get messy." She inserted one finger after another into her mouth and slowly sucked off the buttery residue from each digit, smacking loudly as the fingertips escaped her lips.

"My pyjamas?" I asked, wondering what she meant until, finished with her oral preening, she slipped her hand beneath my robe and wiped it on my pyjama top. Damn, that was going to stain.

We turned our attention to the movie. I had never seen it before because I had heard it was rude. In fact, it was far more risqué than I had anticipated, and after a while, I got really embarrassed. But Bunny kept laughing at it, so I tried to keep my humility in check. The problem was that the more of the movie I watched, the harder I got. Luckily, my thick robe hid my problem... as best it could, and when I needed to adjust myself, I would reposition the bowl to push my penis into ergonomically more comfortable positions.

Todd was pretty much asleep, and Bunny kept snacking on the popcorn. She fed herself in intervals, and occasionally, she slid her hand under my robe to wipe it off. She didn't always lick off her fingers, and I could just imagine how oily my shirt was getting.

At one point, though, she raised her hand up teasingly to my mouth. I didn't understand why until I realized that she wanted me to lick it off. She pushed each of her fingers between my pursed lips and withdrew them each slowly. They tickled in my mouth and tasted of salt and butter. It was strangely exciting to have her fingers in my mouth and to suck on them. On completion, she looked up at me, winked and smacked an air kiss at me.

And then the scene came in the movie during which Shannon Elizabeth walked around Jason Biggs' bedroom in the nude. What a body! My goodness, I was getting really hard. I was afraid it would show, but Bunny didn't seem to notice.

However, I feared that her ignorance was soon going to end. With each towelling of her hand on my shirt, she had to move further down to find a clean patch. Lower and lower it travelled, getting closer and closer to my erection. She wiped her hand across my abdomen and then my stomach and then my waistline. The belt knot gave way to her descent. A fingertip grazed my little head.

I wanted to squirm out of the way but had to be careful of the bowl on my knees. Her fingertip touched me inappropriately again. She really needed to be careful! Didn't she know that she was... Oh my goodness! She placed her hand directly on the hardness in my pyjamas. Her hand froze and then explored down the length of the bulge. She turned her head towards mine, and smirking, she mouthed to me silently, "Y-o-u... f-r-e-a-k..." I turned bright red.

Her face returned to the movie, but her hand continued its exploration. Along my cock's length, the material of my pyjama bottoms were pushed over my sensitive skin. Back and forth. Back and forth. This couldn't be happening! I glanced quickly over at my brother's chair, but I couldn't tell whether he was watching the TV or sleeping. This was so inappropriate, and yet it felt so good.

Bunny's fingers turned their attention to the buttons of my fly, even though her eyes remained glued on the screen. Once she had it undone, she reached in and carefully extracted my swollen penis under the cover of my robe. A fingertip ran gently down the underside of my cock. It was an exciting, tingling feeling, and it gave me a strange tightness in my stomach. I was amazed that she kept watching the movie. What she was doing to me captured my full attention.

She reached into the bowl and fed herself a handful of popcorn, and then she slipped back under my robe and... oh heavens!... wrapped her greasy hand around my sensitive shaft. Her lubricated fist moved slowly up and down. What a wonderful feeling!! It was like nothing I had ever experienced before.

She pumped again. My gawd!! I squirmed a bit and then realized again that I had to support the bowl on my knees and couldn't risk alerting Todd, so I was trapped. She got another handful of popcorn, slipped her hand back down and, with renewed lubrication, pumped again. Oh my gawd!!

She seemed so nonchalant about it. She would eat and pump and pump and eat and... I wanted so much to shift or stretch or yell out, but I had to keep completely still. The material of my robe beat up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. The buttery film on my penis got slicker and slicker, and the few grains of salt provided an occasional grittiness to the experience. Slide and slide and slide. Suddenly, I felt something burbling in my balls.

I think she got the hint that something was going to happen when I murmured under my breath. I was trying to stay quiet, but a low groan escaped from the back of my throat.

Bunny took a firmer grip and bore down. A rubbery tension pushed entirely through my penis, even to its deepest core. Ohhh... I completely lost it. Ohhh... an orgasm started in my gut and spasmed through my cock, shooting gobs... unghh... and gobs... unghh... and gobs of cum out through its tip and all over the inside of my robe. Bunny's pumping settled down but continued until I stopped shooting.

When it was over, Bunny raised herself up and looked over to check on Todd. Reassured that he was either asleep or zoned out, she leaned her face into mine. "Are you okay?" she whispered. I was speechless, and so she just smiled and gave me a big wet kiss on the mouth. She then moved her mouth around to my ear. "Go get cleaned up, boyfriend," she whispered. "You're such a sweetie." She nibbled on my earlobe and then sat upright so that I could leave.

I moved the bowl to the coffee table, stood up shakily and retired to the bathroom. Behind me, I heard Bunny move over to Todd's chair, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him jolt awake as she straddled his lap. She began feasting ravenously on his mouth and neck as I left the room.

*** Hitting the Shower ***

What a mess!! There was cum everywhere. It was all over the inside of my robe and had soaked through my pyjamas. As I peeled the bottoms off my legs, I could see the sticky cum mixed with the buttery residue in my pubic hair.

Normally, such a sight would turn my stomach, but I found myself, instead, reliving what had happened and thrilling in it. I had had a real, flesh-and-blood girl on my lap, and she had hugged me and kissed me and fondled me and... and... and... My heart-rate rose as I recalled the experience.

I stuffed my soiled clothing into the bathroom laundry hamper and turned on the shower – cold, to counteract the growing effect of the dirty thoughts I was having.

It was no use. As I soaped my private area, I began to feel like I did on the couch, and my penis started growing as a result. It was so shameful. My mother had warned me that that type of self-gratification resulted in blindness. I suddenly got scared.

In a panic, I flung open the shower curtain and looked for something visual at a distance... the light switch across the room. It still seemed to be in focus. I waited a minute... still in focus. Nevertheless, I halted my sudsing, carefully rinsed off my private parts, and delicately patted myself dry with a towel. Having thick glasses already, I thought abstinence would be a safer practice than indulgence.




Jumped by Bunny



I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist – it was all that I had to cover me. The problem with staying at Todd's only part-time was that I had no clothing reserves over here.

Since I was scantily clad, I considered going straight to bed, but I was still hungry – after all, I had been too distracted to eat much of the popcorn. I resolved that I would sneak up to the living room in just my towel and then see if I could make it to the kitchen undetected. If it looked like I was going to risk embarrassment, I would just turn around and go to bed.

Padding down the hallway, I curled my head surreptitiously around the living room door. The TV was still on, but the room seemed empty. I gripped firmly onto the joined corners of my towel and, with firm commitment, continued on through to the kitchen.

*** Grabbing a Snack ***

I opened the refrigerator and looked inside. The appliance's interior light illuminated the darkened room behind me. Hmmm... Leftovers? A sandwich? I was hungry, but I didn't want to fill up.

In considering my options, I was oblivious to the footsteps behind me. Then suddenly... yank!... my towel was gone. I spun around quickly.

In the refrigerator's light, Bunny stood with her hips cocked, one arm wrapped around her waist and the other propped at an angle from her hip supporting my towel teasingly with two extended fingers. She was wearing a short, black, silk teddy with spaghetti straps. Her lips curled up mockingly on one side of her mouth in a wicked smirk. She let the towel drop to the floor behind her. "Oops."

The sudden cool air on my genitals highlighted to me the fact that I was totally naked in front of her, and I instinctively covered myself with my hands.

Bunny stepped forward and moved my hands back to my sides. "Don't be shy," she cooed.

She stepped back and inspected my nervously rigid body, backlit by the refrigerator's glow. "Well, look at the two I found sneaking around in the dark," she said coyly. "My boyfriend." She brushed her hand lightly across my cheek, causing a tingle to shoot down my neck to my spine. "And my play-friend." She let her hand drop and brushed it lightly along the length of my hard-on, causing another tingle to shoot up my spine in the other direction.

I was naked, helpless and quivering all over. I couldn't help but to shudder and moan, "Ohhh..."

" 'Oh' what, Timmy?" She leaned her face in so close to my face that her lips were almost touching mine. "Are you nervous?" Her tongue flicked out, and its tip ran along the bottom of my upper lip. "Why are you so nervous?" Beneath her closely positioned face, her hand made another tingly glide along my penis.

"Mmm...," I whimpered vainly. "Because..."

Her mouth captured part of my upper lip, tugged on it and let it go. "Don't you like girls touching you?" she asked. Her lower hand made another run along my pole. "Don't you like it when I do this?"

I was starting to shake visibly now and tried to lean away from her. "No... Yes... I mean, no I..."

She curled her hand around the back of my neck to prevent my attempt to avoid her. "No?" she whispered to me quizzically and gave me a soft kiss that enveloped my mouth. "Yes?" she kissed me again. "No?" and another kiss.

I was locked in place. She was manipulating and fondling me, and I was helpless to resist. I had hardly even taken a breath since she started kissing me. But as uncomfortable as I felt, I was also very excited.

Bunny traced a line with her finger from my neck down my chest and kept going. "Well, how does your girlfriend touch you?" Her hand reached my balls and then cradled them.

I couldn't speak. I might have given my head a little shake unconsciously.

"No? She doesn't touch you down here?" She was now playing more deliberately with my balls. She looked intently into my eyes. "Or no, you don't have a girlfriend?"

Bunny's interrogation was interrupted by a bellow coming from elsewhere in the house. "Bunny! Where are the beers?"

She smiled mischievously. "Oops! You're getting me into trouble," she admonished me and yelled back into the reaches of the house, "COMING!!"

"I need to get some beers, sweetie," she indicated and then leaned forward, resting her chest on mine. As her breasts deformed softly into my chest, she reached around my body and into the fridge behind me. "Don't move," she instructed.

My upwardly pointing pole hooked under the hem of her short teddy and felt around under the flimsy material like the outstretched arm of a blind person in an unfamiliar room.

Bunny grabbed a bottle off a refrigerator shelf and devilishly touched its cold glass against one of my ass cheeks, like a sort of icy cattle prod. I jumped at its touch, causing my hard-on to poke at something soft in Bunny's nether-regions.

"Oooh, Timmy! I hardly know you!" she accused me, and I feared that she thought I had just done something improper. However, the incident didn't stop her from doing the same thing to my other cheek with the second bottle. I lurched just as before and, this time, felt a hairy rasping on the end of my penis as it pushed forward. "Timmy!" she scolded me again, "I thought you said that you were a good boy!"

Surely she knew that that had been an accident as well. I wanted to say something – to re-assure her – but I was absolutely petrified.

Bunny giggled at the look on my face before she turned to leave. But she only went as far as the kitchen table, where she set down the bottles and then returned. "I forgot to get something to nibble on."

I nodded my head at her suggestion and tried to shift out of the way of the refrigerator, but she barred my movement with her hand. Then she dropped out of my eye-line and onto her knees in front of me. I looked down just as she steadied my penis in her hand and began lightly kissing its underside from the tip slowly down to the base. I couldn't believe what I saw... or felt. I... I... I tingle felt her kiss lipping... I mean, I lips her felt my tingle kissing... I mean... just WOW!!

In shock, I fell back against the fridge, causing it to shudder and all the glass jars and bottles to clatter together noisily. Bunny licked her way to the tip and then nibbled her way back down again. Then she turned her attention to its side and then its top. Finally, she returned to the tip, where she sucked the head between her lips a couple of times and pulled it out with an audible smack. I was beside myself.

Then... "BUNNY!!... BEERS!!"

Bunny obeyed the call. She arose and caressed my cheek with her hand. "Sorry, sweetie," she said in a mollifying tone, and yet she was looking at me impishly out of the tops of her eyes. "Ohh!" she moaned sympathetically, "Why do you look so scared?" And then she froze and inhaled audibly in recognition. "Timmy? Are you a vir..." But whatever she was going to say was cut off by the distant bellower, "BUNNY!!!"

She leaned in and gave me one last quick kiss on the mouth. "Gotta go," she announced before turning lightly about, snatching the beers off the table and fleeing the room. Who was this girl?

*** Going to Bed ***

Everything seemed askew. The intensely intimate activities that I had shared with Bunny had been replaced by the lonely stillness of the empty kitchen. The hot flushing of my skin contrasted the chill exposure of my bottom to the fridge's cool air. And the once quiet room was disturbed by the complaining humming of the refrigerator's overburdened compressor motor.

When I regained my bearings, I grabbed my towel off the ground and finally shut the refrigerator's door. I made a half-hearted attempt to fashion the towel over my unprecedentedly rigid hard-on but finally just flung the wrap over my shoulder and shuffled off to my room with my pole bobbing recklessly out in front of me.

I went over in my head everything that Bunny had done with me. I wanted to characterize her actions as something diabolical and corrupting, but I couldn't get past how exhilarating and natural it all felt. It was all so overwhelming, and I trudged back to my bed like a zombie – not turning on any lights, not listening for noises at my brother's door, and not putting on any clothes before getting into bed.

My head hit the pillow, but my mind wouldn't stop working, and so I tossed and turned. As I repositioned myself, my hard-on rubbed tantalizingly across the mattress. It felt good, and so I repositioned myself again... and again... No, stop. I flopped onto my side.

Why was my penis now misbehaving? I reached down to investigate, and that felt good. And so I investigated it again... and again... Stop it! I flopped onto my back.

In time, I faded – not really asleep but certainly not lucid. In reality, my body was exhausted, and I imagined my energy draining through my muscles into the mattress. The room was hollow with silence, although random sounds elsewhere in the house occasionally broke through the stillness – a dripping faucet, a creaking floorboard, my door opening, the non-stop refrigerator motor... wait – my door opening?

Through the dim light of the room and the dim acuity of my consciousness, I barely detected someone slipping into the room. A dark figure was standing close to the bed and pulling something over its head. I tried to focus.

As the figure hunched over, I could hear the crisp slipping sound of a body sliding under the sheets. An arm wormed under my neck – hopefully Bunny's and not Todd's – and breasts squished into my upper arm and chest – definitely Bunny's and not Todd's.

Bunny lay on top of me, straddling one of my thighs. The lower part of her body started oscillating; I could feel her thigh rubbing under my balls and something soft rubbing on top of my thigh.

Bunny's face came into view, hovering over mine in the dim light. "Baby, did you miss me?"

"Huh?" I responded in my less than alert state.

"Huh?" she mocked me. "I don't have a lot of time. I told Todd that I was just going to the toilet. I didn't know before, when we were fooling around, that you were so... um... so innocent. You shouldn't still have your cherry at your age." My cherry? "If you're going to be my boyfriend, we're going to have to do something about that. I want your cherry, boyfriend, and I'm going to take it right now." My cherry?

"My what?" Her bold-sounding declaration made no sense to me. But my question did not receive much consideration. I had barely gotten it out when she began kissing my mouth... or consuming it would be more accurate. Bunny's kissing was forceful and enveloping. Her tongue pushed deep between my lips, which shocked me but felt strangely arousing.

Bunny moved her head up and looked directly into my eyes. The tips of our noses were touching. "Timmy, why have you never had sex with a girl?" she asked.

How did she figure that out? Was that what this was about? "I don't know. Because it's a bad thing to do, I guess."

"Oh no, baby," Bunny replied, "It's a good thing." She moved her kissing down to my neck and attacked it ravenously. "It's a very good thing."

Although she had kissed me there when we were on the couch, I had no idea that kissing on the neck could feel so good. My whole body tingled and went limp,... but hers didn't. The rubbing against my thigh became more obvious, her breathing became more audible, and her kissing became more intense.

She started to emanate a whiny murmur, like a puppy outside a door crying to be let in. "Umh, umh, umh..." And with each series of pleas came more rubbing and kissing. Then on one rub, she uttered a distinct "Ohhh," after which she rose up and moved her lower body higher on mine.

After some careful manoeuvring, she knelt over my head, her knees straddling my face. She reached down with her hands and pulled the skin apart at her private area. An opening appeared where girls pee, and she lowered it to just above my mouth.

"Sweetie, I want you to lick me like you lick an ice cream cone," she instructed. I reached out my tongue and waggled it as I was told. She lowered herself onto my flailing appendage. She tasted tangy and wet and exciting. And the more I licked, the wetter she got, and the more excited I became.

I sped up my effort, but she told me to slow down. I tried to explore all over her opening, but she seemed to want me to focus on the top end of it. In any case, whatever I was doing seemed to be a hit because her moaning grew louder, her rocking grew wilder, and every so often, she mushed herself firmly against my mouth with a groan.

Finally, she moved off my face and straddled my chest. She hunched over and felt behind her ass for my hard penis. As she ran her hand along it, encouraging its firmness, she bent forward and kissed and licked my mouth. "Hmmm, I taste good, don't I?" she commented.

She kept stroking me and backing down my torso until the head of my penis stopped her continued progress. I felt that same hairy rasping as I had done in the kitchen, but this time it felt wetter.

She kept pushing, and whatever obstacle my pole was up against seemed to be giving way. And then all of a sudden, my penis was enveloped by the most unbelievable feeling of warmth and wetness. Bunny moaned, "Unghh!" as I pushed through. Good gawd! What had just happened?

With a big wet kiss, she began moving her hips, and the tight, little, wet compartment I was in started pulling and gliding and mushing on my hard-on. It was mind-blowing. It was like Bunny's hand during the movie but better. This time, I moaned, "Ohhh!"

Bunny moved her mouth to beside my ear and whispered, "Hmmm! You like that, don't you?"

She continued her gyrations, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. I felt this wonderful flow of continuous pleasure emanating from my penis, as it squished in and out and around her fleshy pocket. But, just like on the couch, I knew I was soon going to make a mess, and I didn't know if she wanted me to do it inside her or not. I was, at the same time, scared and thrilled by the prospect.

Then, she bore down on my lower abdomen with the top end of her slit, and I could hear the scratching of her hairs on my skin. When she rubbed herself like that, she gasped and bit her lower lip, and her eyes rolled back into her head.

As the rubbing and rasping continued, I suddenly felt the compression of something around my penis like a little blood-pressure cuff. It tightened and released, tightened and released. And with each tightening, Bunny let out a throaty "Unh!"

Well, the tightening was too much for me. I knew that I was about to start spurting. I had to let her know. "Bunny!... Bunny!..." I gasped nervously.

Bunny didn't respond but, instead, braced the sides of my head with her hands and stared intently into my eyes, as if she was looking for something.

I exploded. Cum shot through my penis and into the wet confines beyond. I spurt and spurt and spurt, and my lower body spasmed with each release.

I don't know if Bunny saw what she was looking for, but shortly after I started cumming, her body went rigid, her teeth clenched and her head dropped to beside mine. She expelled a guttural "Ohhunghhh..." as she pulled sharply on my hair.

Finally, she collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily into my ear. Her deadweight felt wonderfully soft and conforming and released on top of my spent frame.

In my ear, Bunny whispered, "My gawd, I didn't expect to cum too." Then she raised her head over my face. "Now your cherry is mine forever, boyfriend. Did you enjoy that?"

I nodded my head exhaustedly, causing her to smile broadly. She leaned in and gave me three big kisses, and then pushed herself off my body and onto the floor. Snatching up her teddy, she pulled it on hurriedly, and then, before darting out of the room, she leaned over me, gave me one last kiss and whispered, "Save up your strength. I've got a lot more to show you."

When the door shut behind her and silence returned to the room, I stared into the darkness toward the ceiling in disbelief. In the space of one short night, my life had changed completely... and by a girl named Bunny? Well, I wasn't going to get to sleep now.



Jumped by TJ



An invitation to a college graduation wouldn't ordinarily make my heart beat faster and cause a tingling excitement in the pit of my stomach.... Well a little farther down actually. TJ was graduating. Was it two years ago. Already?

Better start at the beginning. 

We sat next to the Crandall's at a homeowner's association meeting. My husband 'Double Al' – Albert Alvin Anderson was talking about the cord of fireplace wood he had ordered. It was being delivered while he was going to be out of town Monday thru Thursday of next week, and he worried it would ruin his precious lawn if it wasn't stacked immediately. Mike Crandall said their son TJ was home from college for the summer. and looking for some cash. Mike volunteered his son to stack the wood for the fifty bucks Double Al was willing to pay.

Monday and Tuesday I worked my fanny off doing spring cleaning, etc. while Double Al was out of town. The wood was dumped on the lawn late Tuesday afternoon.

Wednesday morning I got up late, took a leisurely shower and put on white shorts and a faded blue T shirt. I was reading the paper when the doorbell rang. At the door was this familiar looking buff young man. 

"Hi Mrs. Anderson. My dad said I should stack your wood as soon as it was delivered."

Now I recognized him. TJ Crandall. Saw him last just after he graduated from high school. 

"TJ. Oh yes! How's college. You are a what year now?"

"Junior this fall Mrs. Anderson. Should I put the wood along the end of the garage?"

"Yes, that's where Double Al wants it. Let me know when you are done and I'll give you a check."

TJ left for the woodpile and I returned to my paper. About a half an hour later I rinsed my coffee cup in the sink and glanced out the window. There was TJ, about 20 feet away. Shirt off, old jeans threadbare at the knees, large leather gloves stacking wood against the garage. 

'Been a long time since I've seen a man working without a shirt.' I thought. 'He's really large across the shoulders... wonder if he plays football.'

TJ must have felt my stare because he looked up directly at me. He smiled and waved a stick of wood and chunked it into place. I waved back and turned away. My plans for the day included sitting on the back deck with some ice tea and finishing a detective novel. I had a large pitcher of Ice Tea and filled two glasses.

"TJ, how about a break? Come on up on the deck and have a drink." He dropped the wood he was holding and ambled to the deck. Pulling a chair out from the patio table he sat down heavily.

('He's, really big.', I mused. 'I'll bet 6'2" at least. God, and in college. He won't want ice tea!')

"I'll bet a beer would go really good about now wouldn't it? Double Al always has some in the refrigerator in the garage. I'll get you one."

"That would be great Mrs. Anderson."

I got two. I'm not big on beer but decided to have one with him. I handed him a bottle and he chugged about half of it in one swallow.

"Ooh boy. That's refreshing! ... Don't have a whole lot more wood to go."

To make conversation I asked if he had any steady girl at school. He gave me a sheepish grin and said he did HAVE ONE but she dumped him two months ago.

"Well I doubt you have problems finding new ones." (Brilliant Pat, you are great at stating the obvious.)

"Was too busy with finals and I hardly know any around here any more."

"May be she was too busy with finals too?"

He drained the last of his beer and set the bottle down. 

"Didn't have breakfast and I can feel that beer." ... "No, she dumped me because she said I was too over stimulated for her."

TJ began peeling the label from the bottle and glanced at me, I think because he was surprised at his frank comment.. And I think the early morning beer was affecting me too because I responded, "You mean too much sex?" "Guys your age usually don't have much else on your minds"

I almost put my hand over my mouth. Where did that come from?

"Well Mrs. Anderson I think she was an unfair tease!" "She would hug and kiss by the hour and when I got so I couldn't take it any more she would have to go in her dorm." "I'm not too bright sometimes."

TJ slouched back in his chair. My eye caught a white line showing on the inside of his thigh. There was about a 3 inch separation in the inseam of his jeans. I could see some bare skin too. I quickly glanced up but he was concentrating on peeling the label off the bottle so he didn't notice me looking.

My brilliant reply was, "Well, you've got all summer." What ever that meant.

"Yep! Lots of cold showers for me." "Thanks for the beer, I better finish up."

He gathered himself up and stepped off the deck. ('Mmmm, NICE BUTT! Be nice to see it bare!' ... Oh, 'C'mon get your mind back in hand. He's half your age.) 

I sat back on the lounge to read my book. About 2 chapters later I heard TJ say, 

"I'm finished Mrs. Anderson."

"Really?" "O.K. I'll go get my check book." Instead I went in through to the garage and grabbed three more beers. I put two in front of TJ and one by my lounge.

"Here have some more beer. I'll be right back." And went off the get the checkbook. When I came back moments later TJ had downed one beer and was sipping the second. His face was slightly flushed.

"Hope I didn't talk out of turn Mrs. Anderson. I mean about the trouble with my girlfriend... I mean my ex-girlfriend."

"No TJ. Sex is something everybody does. I think it's too bad people aren't more open about it."

He studied his bottle, picked at the label and said, "You know my dad is just weird sometimes." 

I felt compelled to glance between his legs. The split was now bigger. The seam of his underwear was cutting into his thigh and a bulge behind the white shorts was straining to break through the split. 

I took a quick glance to assure he was still preoccupied with peeling the label ...my eyes riveted back on the split seam.. ('Shit! That must be his dick. Look away!') I could feel my face flush. I reached over and put on my sunglasses. 

"How so?" I asked, hoping I sounded more calm than I felt.

"He said that I was better off and that a girl like that could give me a bad case of The Blue Balls. What's THAT all about anyway."

"Hmmm, that's a new one to me. I think he was just sympathizing with your being in a constant state of horniness."

"Well he even said I should jerk off every day to relieve the pressure. Can you believe my dad telling me something like that?

Now hiding behind my sunglasses I looked directly at his thigh. THERE WAS EVEN MORE mass pushing his white shorts out the split seam. 

I giggled, "Yes that does sound like your dad. Especially when he's trying to be funny.

TJ set the bottle back down on the table and while doing so quickly rearranged his 'package'. When he did his cock slipped under the seam of his under shorts and out the split in the seam. (Whoa. It's a cock now. Not a dick. I never say cock. Things in my brain are getting seriously out of hand.) 

TJ squirmed and covered himself with his hand. His face turned beet red.

"Gosh! I think my pants just ripped. I better go."

He raised from his chair holding his hand to cover the split seam.

"Let's see.", I said playing innocent. "May be I can fix it for you."

"Uh, no I better go."

"TJ!" "Don't' be a dufus. Let me take a look."

I pushed his hand away and grasped his hardening cock.

"OH! GOD!! JEEZUS H KARIST!" he moaned.

I held firmly in case he tried to back away. He didn't. 

I figured I must now have about half his cock in my hand

He grabbed my hand with both of his (but didn't take my hand away) and groaned,

"My god, STOP! I'll come all over you!"

My brain had just jumped from sort of rational to BONKERS! 

NEVER, EVER had I acted so.... Stupid? Willing? Ready? 

"If you don't want to squirt it all over the deck, I have a suggestion."

Still holding his cock I slid down on the lounge and reached between my legs pulling my pants and shorts as far to the side as possible.

TJ looked at my cunt and let out an animal growl, " Ghhaaah!" 

He slapped my hand away. ... Jerked his pants open and shoved his shorts down to his ankles.

I let my hand relax allowing my shorts to cover my crotch and TJ demanded "NO! DON'T."

He roughly grabbed my hand and pushed it back to uncover my crotch, dropped to his knees his cock grasped in one hand the other roughly pushing my legs farther apart. His cock looked BIG ... compared with Double Al's anyway and had a huge purple head. Double Al was the only sex partner I'd had for years so....

TJ planted his free hand above my shoulder and attempting to guide his cock jammed it hard against me. He missed. It hurt!. Two or three more jabs and I adjusted myself to take him in. SHOVE, SHOVE he was IN.... All the way in. His wiry crotch hair tight against mine. He held himself there, full in, breathing hard.

I was totally lost. I had no idea what I was doing or where this was going. Was I completely off my rocker? TJ was a big guy and I was getting a little concerned this could get out of hand. Hell it WAS out of hand.

I felt his cock begin to twitch as he held it tight inside me. God I felt stuffed....like a turkey? I sure was acting like one.

I pressed my hands on his fine, smooth buttocks holding him to me. His butt was rock hard, holding himself jammed in tight. A ripple began in his ass cheeks and rolled up from the base of his cock and out the end erupted a great, hot, load. TJ groaned like he was in agony and gave three sharp lurches tighter into me and his cock exploded again. It was roaring out in gallons.

The jerking slowed and TJ relaxed, his ass cheeks now soft and wonderful to hold. I could feel his cock shrinking. He began to pull back and I stopped him.

"No, no honey. Keep pumping. You CAN'T be done."

"F U C K! That kind of hurt when I went off."

"Pump honey, keep pumping."

He did. Out at a slow pleasing pace. Slamming back to a pussy crushing stop. Five, six, seven, eight times. He's growing and getting hard again. The pace quickened and soon he was pumping and slamming against me at a furious pace. TJ made a hard grunting sound at the end of each stroke.

This was not pleasant for me. My crotch was getting sore and his pile driving thrusts were not comfortable. What the shit was I doing?

WHOA. A change of pace. TJ again tight against my crotch, as far in as he could go, circling his butt, the course hairs burning my clit. Crap, now was the first time I even aware of my clit. TJ gave three quick jerks, his butt cheeks rippled and again the muscles rolled up from the base of his cock. AND at that moment the inside of my head EXPLODED. My brain melted, my body trembled and shook. I couldn't breath. Gradually I felt the last spurts of hot, thick cum gush into me.

I was exhausted. TJ was holding himself over me on three points. His arms, cock and toes. Cock still in of course. It didn't seem to shrink much but he was pulling back. I let him. He sat back on his heels staring at his bobbing, dripping cock.

"Jeeze, I've GOT to go."

TJ slid off the lounge, scooped up his jeans and shorts and holding them over is still hard cock, ran for his truck parked in the driveway. A moment later I heard him drive away.

Meanwhile I had been letting my pussy simmer while an endless stream of cum oozed out. I struggled to sit up, somewhat dizzy and I felt another gush of cum escape from my pussy. I raised my ass, shoved my pants and shorts down, then kicked them off my feet. Turned, put my feet on the deck and stood. I heard a bubbling sound and felt a stream of thick cum run down both thighs. Grabbing my shorts and pressing them between my legs I staggered to the bathroom and into the shower.

. . . . . . - - - - - . . . . . 

Woke up next morning to the doorbell urgently buzzing. What the hell? It's only 7:00 am. Grabbed my robe and headed to the front door. I peeked out the spy hole and it was TJ. He looked terrible. I SHOULD NOT have, but I opened the door.

"TJ, what the...."

He pushed in.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Anderson, I'm so sorry but I gotta' finish!"

"Finish what?"

Then is when I noticed his cock was already out and ...bigger than yesterday?? He pushed me back to the hall credenza, pulled my robe open and wedged himself between my legs. The vase of dried flowers went crashing on the floor.

He was making animal sounds and his face twisted in agony, his eyes shut. Cock in hand he jammed against my sore crotch. Again I adjusted my angle so he entered. Hard tight, full in. The three short jerks, a rippling from the base of his cock and again a gusher of hot thick cum. Three, four, no five distinct hot squirts. I thought, not even Double Al is that fast. I hoped this would be it, but no he continued pumping in steady, deliberate, full strokes. My whole crotch was getting numb from pounding and his steel wool hair rubbed my raw clit. I put my hands against TJ's chest pushing back. I was perched on the sharp edge of the credenza and it hurt. 

"God TJ, you are hurting me. Quit this!"

"GGNNAAAH! Your pussy's too slippery. I can't make it" he groaned and pulled his cock out bringing with it a stream of cum which drooled down the front of the credenza.

"Lay on the floor", he commanded. "Turn over.", he yelled pushing me down. "Keep your legs together!"

He straddled me, knees outside my closed legs. I felt his searing hot, slippery cock slide down my ass cheeks and when he hit my butt hole I raised my ass a little and he slid into my cunt. He seemed satisfied with this and began a slow, steady in and out. I kept my ass raised slightly to meet his thrusts. About 20 or 30 pumps later he began to murmur,

"Yes, Oh Yes, it's coming. IT'S COMING!" 

This time though he never changed his slow steady pumping. The head of his cock seemed to have expanded so I could feel it plunging in my cunt.. I reached under me and put a hand against my pussy. My fingers opened slightly to protect my sensitive clit. The steady pumping motion of TJ slid my clit along my fingers and deep within me I felt it coming. This was different from yesterday. Not so frantic, but intense and satisfying. I trembled and jerked.

TJ was holding himself on his toes and hands with only his cock touching me, sliding between my ass cheeks and into my pussy.

"Finally, finally!" he shouted and TJ's cock PORED out a gusher of very hot cum. It was like a dam broke loose in TJ.

TJ pulled out, stood beside me his cock dripping, shrinking. 

"I forgot to get my check yesterday."

"It's on the table in the dinning room."

Without a word he walked off, returning in a moment with the check in hand and now shriveled cock hanging over his balls.

"I really needed that! You drained me dry.", Stepped into his jeans and went out slamming the door.

"You're WELCOME! You FUCKER." I lay there laughing. God I hope Double Al didn't want any tonight.



Jumping at Shadows



There is no actual sex in this story

I thank Asylumseeker for his patience and editing skills.

*

If anyone tells me that life is supposed to be simple, I might just start crying. For me life, and especially relationships with women, has been a never-ending mystery.

My story starts when I was in grade school. My father was a struggling building contractor with a lot of experience in framing, but lacked the depth of experience in dry-walling. One day he ran into Steven, another struggling contractor who knew a lot about dry-walling but otherwise was very weak in his building skills.

Needless to say, my father and Steven soon realized that they would do a lot better if they worked together, and before I was in junior high they had turned their partnership into a thriving local business. Naturally my father Dave and Steven were thrilled and brought the two families closer together.

For me this became a problem because Steven had a daughter Janet who was in the same grade as I at school. Of course our fathers decided that they had to start living in a nicer neighborhood, and the summer before I started seventh grade, both families moved to one of the more exclusive neighborhoods in Fresno and took up residence in adjoining houses. I found myself always subtly pushed to spend time with Janet.

Well, spending time with Janet was not terrible. She kept her brunette hair in a short and sassy arrangement. Thanks to an energetic younger brother she tended to get out and run, so her body was slender, even if she had only a hint of breasts when we started school that first year.

As we journeyed up through high school Janet and I seemed to naturally drift into a relationship and dated exclusively throughout the intervening years. I enjoyed her company and was looking forward to living with her once we completed college.

Unfortunately the worm decided to reveal itself during our first term at UCLA. I had talked with my father and was pretty sure that a degree in architecture and drafting would help move the business forward and increase profits, and both he and Steven loved the idea.

Janet was not sure what career path she wanted to take, but was also attending UCLA, although we accepted our parents' edict that we not live together during our freshman year.

I honestly can say that I did not see it coming. I had just completed my last mid-term and wanted to take advantage of a night without studying so I gave Janet a call. She begged off claiming that she needed the evening to complete a term paper she was working on. Since she was not available I found myself at the student center shooting pool with several guys from my dorm.

We were in a back corner so I guess Janet did not notice me when she wandered in about an hour after we had started playing. I would have been a bit upset that she showed up without telling me she finished early, but the fact that she was draped over some hoodlum wearing a biker jacket really got my blood boiling. My opponent was tapping me on the shoulder to alert me that it was my shot when I saw Janet's hand slide down the guy's front and give a squeeze to his crotch.

I would have slammed the cue down, but my roommate had finally realized what I was looking at and snatched it away before I could do any damage to it or the tables. He had a hand on my arm and was trying to say something, but I stormed over to the table where Janet and her date were sitting. They were so absorbed in their petting that it was a couple of moments before Janet looked up and noticed me with a gasp.

"Interesting term paper you're working on Janet," I hissed. "I'm figuring that it's either a class on Human Sexuality, or you decided to write some paper about 'Cuckolding Throughout the Ages' and wanted to test your thesis."

Janet had been sitting on the inside of the booth and was struggling to get free of her boyfriend as I removed her class ring from my finger and then unhooked the necklace she had gifted me for graduation. I put the ring on the chain and then dropped the jewelry on the table in front of the guy who seemed to be clueless to the situation.

"Well Janet, I'll let your new man take these. I could never wear them with pride after seeing how loyal you are. Have a wonderful life."

I turned and walked away as Janet continued to try to climb over the guy. He must have figured out that he was in the middle of a domestic problem because I soon heard a new voice join in the calls for me to stop, but other than grabbing my jacket from my pool opponent I did not stop until I reached my dorm room.

Ten minutes later I was sitting on my bed and wondering what I had done wrong when the pounding started on my door. I could hear Janet screaming through it. 

"Nate, please. Talk to me. It was a mistake. It meant nothing. Please!" 

At first I listened, but my thoughts kept going back to the fact that she had outright lied to me when I had called earlier. I could hear her words, but I had little to no trust in them and my anger at her was enough that I feared what I might do if I opened the door.

The pounding continued and I finally had to hunt down my i-pod and turn the sound up to drown out Janet's increasingly hysteric cries. I could not relax and finally pulled out my math text, figuring that some intense study might help take my mind off the disaster, which my social life had just become.

I guess it worked, because the next thing I remember my roommate was gently shaking me to wake up as I slumped over my desk. 

"Dude, your girlfriend is sleeping just outside. I had to sneak into another room on the floor, she spent hours trying to get in," he whispered.

I thought for a moment and realized that I could get away with missing my one Friday class for a week, and nodded. "Sounds like I need to disappear for the weekend. Let's hope the slut stays asleep for a few more minutes."

My roommate looked a bit shocked. "Aren't you going to talk to her?"

I shook my head. "I've had plenty of girls offer their pussies to me since my junior year in high school. I never accepted those offers because I respected Janet and our relationship. Now I find that she didn't have enough respect for me to admit that she was stepping out with other guys. And don't try to claim she didn't have her hands all over him. You saw her squeeze that bastard's cock," I snarled back, trying very hard to stay quiet.

Janet must have been tired, because she never woke as I stumbled around grabbing a few items of clothing and then stormed out of the room. My roommate later told me that her wails of despair when she woke up and learned I had left for the weekend were heard throughout the dorm and handed me an envelope signed by Janet's hand. That letter ended up thrown in a drawer, to be ignored.

Janet did try to get in touch with me for the rest of the term, but she lived in another dorm and the building guard soon figured out that I no longer welcomed her visits because he forced her to get someone to sign her in which gave me time to sneak out. Of course my parents and hers quickly became involved and I was to hear constant remarks like "She really loves you" or "You are being unfair" throughout the term and into the winter break.

The next term allowed me to relax as Janet seemed to back off. My roommate and the other guys in the dorm also decided that a nice guy like me needed to get out, and I soon found myself dragged to a couple of frat parties. At one I ran into a cute dark-haired charmer named Trish and soon was dating her regularly.

Trish proved to be a wild yet wonderful date, and by the end of the school year we were near-constant companions. Summer was going to be difficult, but we worked out a plan where she would visit me for a couple weeks, and then I would spend a week up at her parents' place.

The plan worked nearly perfectly, except that Trish happened to be visiting when my father hosted the annual summer picnic for the business. I knew that Steven and Mildred would attend, and had little doubt that Janet would also show up, so I tried hard to find a way to avoid showing up. 

My father insisted, and so on that warm July Saturday found Trish and I sitting at a picnic table watching a bunch of kids when Janet walked up to me.

"Can we talk? Can we finally talk?" Janet demanded. I felt myself tense and Trish put a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"Talk about what? About how you lied to me that night when you said you were going to study? About how it was some accident when your hand squeezed that bastard's cock as you walked into the student center? Or perhaps you want to somehow make me believe that you always study with no bra on and your blouse unbuttoned almost to your waist?"

I heard a hiss from Trish and a loud shout of "Don how could you?" from my father as Janet ran away covering her face.

"How could I what, father?" I asked as I turned to him. "How could I tell the truth about what Janet did that caused our breakup? How could I be so vindictive towards a cheating slut? I told you that I did not want to be here because I knew she'd try to talk to me. You insisted, so you have to accept the consequences."

Trish seemed a little saddened as I got up and stormed off towards my car, half dragging her as she refused to release my arm. We ended up spending the night in a hotel where at first I used her like a whore before her patience and love brought me back to sanity. We woke up the next morning cuddled together, and somehow she was wearing my class ring.

My sophomore year had me putting a lot more time into drafting classes and I found that I loved the challenge of balancing form, function and cost. Kevin Huffman, one of my professors, took an interest in my work and soon I was spending extra time working on small projects for him. He even worked through his contacts to find me a summer internship with a major Central Valley architecture firm, and said that if I did well there, I could expect another after my junior year. 

Trish and I got together at least two nights a week, and just about every weekend. I was feeling confident and happy, which was another way of saying I was a clueless idiot.

It was that summer I discovered the truth about Trish. The company I was interning for had just won a new job in Sacramento, and my boss surprised me one Thursday afternoon by telling me that they wanted me at the site at six a.m. the next day. Trish lived with her parents about three miles from the site, so I figured I would drive up the afternoon before and surprise her.

I was the one surprised. I had turn turned onto her street when she appeared out of the door of her parents' place wearing a mini-skirt and a pair of come-fuck-me pumps and walked confidently to a car waiting by the curb. I pulled a bit closer to see her get in the passenger side and give the driver a kiss that must have melted the seats with its passion. 

Tears threatened to blind me, but somehow I managed to drive my car until I was directly across from the driver's door. I blasted the horn for just a moment and then reached around my neck to pull out the promise necklace Trish had given me as a birthday gift. I could see the driver trying to figure out what was happening as I put my arm out the window and dropped the chain onto the street. 

The shout of "No!" coming from this still-parked car followed me down the street as I drove away.

The rest of the summer I threw myself into the work and asked for extra duties whenever possible. The more travel and site time I spent, the less time I had to reflect on my two cratered relationships. Trish at least did not bother trying to call after my father told her that I was traveling for work, and might be home at the end of the summer. 

The only message she left was, "Tell him I'll explain when we return to school."

I scoffed when I found that note taped to my door when I returned from one of my trips. It had been nearly two years and I still refused to stay in Janet's presence if she tried to speak to me. Trish knew that and I had to wonder how she would manage to explain the fact that I found her ready to christen some guy's car with her pussy when I had promised her I would be true to her.

Trish was a bit cleverer than Janet. She had heard me comment about how most classrooms on campus had two or more exits and that it proved remarkably easy to avoid Janet simply by leaving from the exit that she was not standing next to. 

Instead, Trish figured out what elective courses I might take and had friends audit them for the first week. I entered my American History class that second week to see Trish walk up to the professor and ask him to sign off on an add slip before she looked my way and then sat down in the front row.

I was upset, but there was no way that Trish was going to get me to slink off like some thief in the night. For the entire term we performed an interesting dance where she attempted to find a way to sit next to me, and I did my best to arrange that she could not approach me during class. In some ways it was like high school as several times she left notes in my bag or on my desk, always offering to meet me to explain.

Perhaps I could have met her, but my roommate reported that she was going out on regular dates. He made the news a bit more clear when he said that the frat rumor mill said that she was a sure-bet date. I left Trish a note the next class that simply said. "I do not talk to girls who sleep with entire frats." After that, Trish stopped trying to approach me, but remained in the class.

I was not without dates during this period. I guess after having both Janet and Trish decide that one man's love was not enough, I lost some of my faith in romance. Instead I dated a series of young ladies and built up a reputation for a great date, but completely uninterested in a relationship. I did treat the girls with respect and was happy to just sit and listen sometimes, but never dated the same girl more than four times and any dates after the second always included sex. Summer of my junior year found me back with the architecture firm, but now spending most of my time under one of their senior project managers. I found that there we many tricks which were not taught in school. He seemed impressed with my drive and intelligence and as the summer wound to a close he asked me if I had plans after I graduated.

Part of me wanted to return home, but my parents were still on my case about dumping Janet. Most of my visits home eventually ended with me locking myself into my room for the night and then leaving the next morning after a series of angry words. They kept trying to make it sound like Janet was pining away without me, but she had joined a sorority after I dumped her and my Greek friends told me that she was now the life of most parties and a good reason why that sorority was highly regarded for exchanges and such within the Greek system.

So, I ended up admitting that my future plans were very much in flux, but that I was not sure I wanted to commit at the time. California is a wonderful state but I had to wonder if something caused the girls here to become sluts and I wanted to see other parts of the nation before I committed myself to anything. The manager, Jason, slapped my back and told me he completely understood.

The biggest advantage of what had happened to me was that the two breakups and later disinterest in relationships had left me plenty of time to study. I was on schedule to graduate on time and had even planned on taking a pair of post-graduate courses in my final year. Kevin Huffman, my professor friend, continued to praise my work and often found contests or other activities I could use to broaden my skills. It was one such contest which started me on a new path.

The contest was to design a special custom home. The project had some strict guidelines, although it was mostly a test of one's ability to use computer-assisted design to create a blueprint and then display it. The classes I had taken gave me a strong background in the design work and use of the computer system, but I lacked much ability with the more artistic portions. My designs were solid and always met the demands of the assignment, but they tended to lack that final piece which made others say, "Wow."

Well, it turns out that Kevin knew a young lady studying interior design who had the opposite problem to mine. He told me that she had an eye for what would fit, and could use the display programs to show how her designs might look in practice after selection of materials and customizing. He insisted that if I worked with her I would definitely win, and even took the time to set up a meeting for us at three in the student center. 

"Trust me," he said when I glared at him after he handed me a note with the time. "I would never guide my favorite students wrong."

Well, I had no answer to that, and his guidance in regards to my summer internships had been both instructional and lucrative, so two forty-five found me sitting in the booth remarked on in the note and nursing a Coke.

Thirty minutes passed while I sat there waiting and I finally decided that Kevin's friend had stood me up. 

I had my bag sitting on the bench next to me and was closing it back up when I heard a voice say, "Oh God, please tell me that you are Don and that I'm not too late."

I turned and was ready to tell this girl that anyone who could not be on time was not someone I wanted to partner with when I saw her and my brain came to a complete stop. Trying to describe Bethany Ann Fisher is like trying to paint a picture without colors. I can start with the basics. 

She has long blond hair that usually falls to her waist, unless she had put it up to clean. Her blue eyes seemed deeper than the sea and her perfect lips have a touch of rose to them even without lipstick. Tall and slender, I found out later that she played high school basketball but decided to concentrate on her studies in college, and with perfect breasts that screamed for me to reach out and touch them. Even her outfit when I first met her was perfect. It was attractive but understated, and sexy without appearing slutty.

However, at that moment this gorgeous blond beauty was looking at me with concern until finally my mind restarted. 

"Oh, sorry. Yes, I am Don, and while you are a bit late, I guess waiting for someone as beautiful as you is not too much of a chore," I replied finally.

The lady slid onto the bench on the opposite side of the booth, dropping her backpack on the floor. 

"I should introduce myself, since I imagine that Professor Huffman forgot to give you my name. I'm Bethany," she said and held out her hand.

"Charmed," I said as I took her hand. I had a wicked thought and before she could pull it away brought it up to my lips and gave it a quick kiss. Bethany pulled her hand away and blushed, but there was a smile in her eyes.

"You're dangerous," she decided as she opened her bag and pulled out a copy of the requirements. "However, we are here to put together an entry for this contest. Do you have any ideas?"

I am not going to bore you with the next seven hours of conversation. Bethany and I proved to be every bit as compatible in design as Professor Huffman thought, and what followed that last line was a marathon session where we discussed design, detail, materials, positioning, construction difficulties, and finally the cost for our entry. 

In many ways it was as if we were designing for a real customer. Our skills really did compliment each other. Once we had a basic idea, I could put the walls and major structural points in quickly. After that, Bethany would follow and spot all the interior points which would need decoration. She would sit and ask me what materials I would recommend and then find something which brought out some aspect of my design with a flair that I had never managed. 




Jumping at Shadows



We had a wonderful time together and those seven hours produced a design for a rambling five-bedroom home that would actually be quick to build and yet look attractive if it was built to the specifications we set.

It was so late that I had to apologize and offered to take Bethany home. She smiled and accepted, but mentioned that we should get together again. My answer was to offer a list of possible ideas and times, at which Bethany giggled, before accepting the idea of a picnic for the coming Saturday.

I turned in our finished design the next day and promptly forgot about it. I had just the one final term to go and the post-graduate classes proved to be a bit more difficult than I had expected. Bethany and I had started dating, which proved to be a very different experience than with Janet or Trish.

With Janet and Trish there was a lot of physical contact and both loved when I initiated kisses or hugs. Bethany seemed extremely shy. She always dressed nice, but even after four weeks of dating I had never received more than a very brief kiss on the lips. Other men might have given up, but the looks Bethany gave me whenever she thought I was not paying attention seemed to be filled with longing and hope, so I stayed.

The term was done except for finals when Professor Huffman called me to his office one Wednesday. I turned up to find Bethany already there along with a man in a suit. The professor looked at both of us and nodded. I was about to ask what this was about when the man spoke.

"You are Bethany Miller and Don Cochran, correct?" he asked.

I looked at Bethany and then replied. "I am Don and this is Bethany. Might I ask why we were called here?"

Bethany had a look that made it clear she was just as confused as I when Professor Huffman spoke. "Do you remember the contest? The design one where I recommended you two work on it together?"

I shrugged, but Bethany responded. "Certainly. But what does that have to do about calling us here?"

The man cleared his throat. "I guess I should explain. That contest was more than just a contest. My client wanted a special house designed, but did not like the designs offered by three different firms, so he asked me to come up with an alternative. Professor Huffman and I came up with the idea of a contest to see if anyone could develop a design compatible with my client's demands. In the end more than one hundred entries were made, but your design was perfect. So I want to make an offer."

I looked at Professor Huffman. "So that design was not just for a contest? It's actually been used?" I asked.

Professor Huffman shook his head. "Well, its still being built, but I've seen photos of the progress. Give the builders another three months and the house will be ready to be lived in."

I wanted to protest, but the other man in the room spoke up. "Don't worry. The contest money might not equal the amount a top architectural firm might be paid for that design, but it's not bad either. Besides, you should listen to the offer I have. 

"You see, I worked at the second firm the client visited, but the senior partners refused to listen to him and provided only fairly standard designs which fit neither his budget nor his requirements. I had some ideas but was told if I brought them up, I would forfeit any future dreams of partnership in the firm.

"The client naturally rejected their design and actually talked to several other firms before he remembered my protests during his initial meeting with the firm I worked for. He returned and we discussed the possibility of me designing his home, but my contract with the firm prevented me from producing any alternate designs. That is why I came up with the contest idea."

The man continued. "Well, your design proved to be exactly what the client wanted and he's been talking to his friends, but if you are hired by a larger firm, that creative flair you displayed would be quickly stifled. I have been working in the field for nearly twenty years and it didn't take me long to realize that talent like yours and others needs freedom.

"Well, I've already told my firm that I'm leaving and going to open a new independent firm in Phoenix. I wanted to offer the two of you partner positions in the new firm."

There was a long moment of silence before Bethany spoke. "But, partner positions take years to earn. Everyone tells me that you have to put in at least ten years to get one."

The man nodded. "In a traditional firm, especially an older one, that would be true. But this would be a brand new firm and your talents and vision will guide it from the start. I can provide backup as well as plenty of contacts, and I already have a surprising number of interested parties who have heard about the one house you did design, so it's a pretty good opportunity."

I looked over at Professor Huffman who was nodding and smiling. I had a multitude of questions, but the majority felt mostly petty and small so I spoke up. "I need to complete my finals, but I cannot see any reason to say no. Just let me know where the office is and I'll try to be there a week after finals, but it may take a day or two more."

Bethany looked at me as I spoke and then immediately said. "Count me in."

The man, Fred Longren proved to be well prepared and pulled out a number of legal documents pertaining to establishing an architectural partnership in Phoenix. Professor Huffman called the department secretary to notarize the signatures as Bethany, Fred and I signed to indicate the formation of Desert Bruin Builders. Fred was the senior partner as he was risking a considerable amount of money to establish the firm, but we had barely finished signing everything when he passed over four sheets of paper.

"I had high hopes you would agree, and took these on at risk. The clients are not asking for anything too fancy, but do you think you can design those?" 

I looked at the sheets and they were requirements and requests for the design of three homes and one small ten-thousand square-foot strip mall.

"The strip mall might be a bit difficult since Bethany won't be able to work her magic," I answered. "But if she cannot make the insides of the houses sing to the clients' hearts I'll be surprised."

I was looking at Fred as I said that and although I heard Bethany gasp I did not turn to look at her. I looked at the clock and realized that I was about to be late for an evening class so I dashed out of the room without saying more. Bethany called out that she would call me later as I sprinted out of the building.

We only had a short time before finals, and both Bethany and I found ourselves swamped with last-minute study sessions and term projects. We did manage to meet for several lunches and rushed out two of the house designs. The other house and the mall would require more time than we had, but when we reported this to Fred he let us know that both clients had given us a late July deadline so we could complete those after finals.

My parents and Janet's both showed up for my graduation although Janet was going to need two more terms to complete her classes. 

My muttered remark of, "Spent too much time with her panties on the floor and feet in the air did she," resulted in Steven giving me a black eye, but later that night my father admitted that he had been hearing similar rumors throughout the construction staff the previous summer. Janet seemed to be happy to let any man take her to bed, and her grades were falling rapidly.

Mildred also sought me out after graduation. She apologized both for her husband's actions which left me with a black eye, and for all that Janet had done to me. 

"I don't understand it," she told me. "When we can get her sober and talk to her she still claims that what happened that first night was some terrible mistake, but how can I believe that? She was home for ten weeks last summer and there were maybe three days she did not find some guy to spend time with, and considering the looks of some of them, I doubt it was for the conversation. I wish you could talk to her. However, I expect all she'd do is try to drag you to the nearest bed and you are far too honest to do that."

Mildred placed a fond hand on my arm and then watched as I walked over to Bethany who was standing alone. She had no one to come and congratulate her, and I pressed her to come meet my parents, but she told me she had to hurry off and start packing up her apartment.

My father was a bit disappointed that I was not going to be staying with the company, although my younger brother already was a foreman after skipping college and going straight to work for the company. However, once he understood the opportunity that I had in front of me, he proved to be surprisingly supportive. 

He had arranged an apartment rental for me through a friend of his, and brought a few workers out to the campus just to help me pack up my apartment. It turned out to be a very fast process with dedicated workers and it was only early afternoon when I turned my keys over to the manager and watched the U-haul with most of my goods head east. I was planning on following after one last evening with a few of my friends from my years at the university.

I was relaxing at the student union with a few of my old roommates when Jason, the manager from the firm I had worked at for the last two summers, walked in the door and strolled over to my table. 

"So, I hear you got snatched away from me," he bellowed.

My friends were suddenly quiet, but I knew Jason and stood to look at him. 

"Well, can you blame others for seeing the sterling worker you had and making an offer?" I replied.

A couple of my friends looked at me in shock when Jason started laughing. 

"Nope. I can't blame anyone for trying to get you to work for them. And Fred is a good man. Just wish I'd thought of it, because you are going to make a lot of money," he said

I stepped away from the table and Jason gave me a manly hug. "Still wish the firm could have made a better offer, but they are too traditional."

As we broke the hug I shrugged. "Well, without Bethany I don't think the offer gets made. I know how to set up the measurements and rooms, but she makes the designs come to life."

Jason laughed. "Modest as always. Someday you'll realize that you have a lot of talent yourself. However, I heard you were about to head off and figured that I had to give you a celebratory night out. Bring you friends if you want, but let's go."

I had no idea what he had in mind but followed him to the parking lot where he handed me a printout from Yahoo! Maps and told me to meet him at that address. I noticed a couple of my friends had followed and after a short discussion about transportation, I jumped in my car for the thirty minute or so drive.

I nearly turned around and drove off when I arrived at the address and realized that Jason's celebration was going to occur at one of the region's topless dance clubs. 

I had a box sitting in the glove box of my car containing the ring I was hoping to give Bethany once she arrived in Phoenix and felt like I would be betraying her if I went inside. My friends, who knew nothing about this, kept up the pressure and finally Jason's promise to pay for the drinks got me to go inside.

I had been in some of the clubs before, although mostly the ones allowing nude dancing since you only had to be eighteen to enter them. It is a weird quirk in California law that topless clubs can serve alcohol, but you must be twenty-one to enter, while the nude clubs do not serve alcohol, but you can be eighteen and enter. This club, like most, looked like nothing on the outside but the inside, while not well lit, was not the smoke-filled dive some bars are.

The place was jumping and had two different stages going, plus a surprising number of ladies working the crowd seeing if they could talk someone into a lap dance. I tried to concentrate on nursing the beer Jason ordered and keeping my cool as my friends took to whistling and catcalling as the dancers went through their paces. 

The ladies themselves were attractive but I just could not get into the scene. That was when the announcer called out that we were going to receive a special treat.

"Tonight, in a rare double dance, Savanna and Jade!" he cried out as the previous girl, a buxom young Hispanic lady, disappeared into the back. The crowd actually roared in anticipation as some electro-pop number started up. 

As the girls came out wearing something that might have been called a schoolgirl outfit, I could feel my heart sink through the floor. I did not recognize one of the ladies, a leggy Asian girl with a big smile, but the other lady was none other than Bethany. Instantly I could see my dreams and beliefs shattering.

Robotically I pulled out my money clip and looked at it. Bethany had given it to me just before finals, saying that she wanted me to have something special. She always told me that money was tight. Instead of searching for something expensive she had found a simple money clip and had my initials embroidered into the leather covering. I had been so happy to receive it, but right then I wondered how many lap dances she did to obtain the money to purchase it.

The dance Bethany and the other girl went through was mostly tease, but included plenty of posing and grinding. Both ladies managed to bring roars from the crowd with their moves, and the crowd's mood was building. They finished by mashing their breasts together while kissing each other deeply. I had to question if that was legal, but the crowd was going absolutely crazy.

I felt a moment of intense rage, but the crowd between the stage and my body prevented me from rushing it. Instead I stood and threw my money clip towards the stage and turned to stalk out. Bethany and the other lady were grabbing their discarded garments and preparing to leave the stage as I stormed out of the club. 

Jason and my friends must not have noticed me leave, because none of them followed me into the parking lot. I really was too upset to drive but I could not remain. I took one deep breath and suppressed a sob as I started my car and left the lot leaving a trail of rubber behind me. 

I do not know what time it was when I left the lot, but sometime around three in the morning I found myself driving on the freeway just outside of Phoenix. I really did not want to stop, but my brain was screaming for sleep, so I took the exit to my apartment and made the short drive to my planned new home. 

When I entered I found that my father must have stopped by with his workers, because all of the items they packed in the U-haul were out and carefully placed in the various rooms. The bed was not made, but at the time I just wanted a place to crash and fell onto the mattress to fall asleep.

It must have been close to noon when I finally awoke. I had originally planned to spend a day setting my apartment up before arriving at the new office, but looking around the apartment I was reminded that I had hoped Bethany would move in and help me decorate and the thought of working alone did not appeal. So after a brief search through some of the boxes to find my main drafting tools and taking time to freshen up, I staggered to my car for the short drive to the office.

Fred seemed honestly pleased to see me and reported that earlier that morning one of the two drawings Bethany and I had finished proved to be exactly what the client wanted. 

"I'm lining up the builders and supplies now to get them a final quote, and we have an attorney arranging to get the city approvals we'll need to start construction," he raved. 

I found myself smiling at the news. "Well, I'll get on the strip mall then. I have some ideas for the layout based on what you've sent me. The overhead picture of the lot really helped me get an idea for how everything will need to be placed. It's still going to take a week or so though."

Fred waved me off. "Great. If we can win that it will really help us bring in clients."

I stepped out from Fred's office and found the desk he had reported would be mine. With a small firm space was costly, so the office only had the one private office which Fred used. Bethany and I were set up with individual desks, and there was a small conference room for making presentations to potential clients and builders. 

It was planned as a rather cozy environment and despite the darkness in my heart that I felt each time I looked over at Bethany's empty desk, I found that I went to work with a will.

Trying to design the right building for the strip mall proved fascinating and intense. The client wanted the building to be able to accommodate anywhere from four to six stores of various sizes, and yet wanted something that would have the right look for the odd-shaped corner lot the mall was to go on.

I got very wrapped up in my work. I wanted the partnership to win this contract, so I was taking great care with the placement of every wall and door, trying to come up with the perfect design. I was looking over one section of the building trying to decide if I wanted to square up a corner or allow the wall to run parallel to the edge of the lot even though that would distort the one corner I was working in. I got so into this puzzle that I never heard the door open and it was only when I looked up that I realized someone had entered the office.

The young lady with black hair was smartly dressed, and I was about to ask her what she wanted when I realized that it was Bethany's partner from the strip club. I now found myself wanting to say something nasty, but there was a look of pleading in her eyes that stopped me.

"You going to talk to her?" she asked me. "Or will you shut her out just like you did Janet and Trish?"

I looked over at Fred's office, but he was absorbed in a phone call and did not appear to be paying attention. "What about them? I did nothing other than decide that listening to claims of innocence held no interest for me after I found them giving rather intimate caresses to other men."

The young woman looked puzzled and then shook her head. "You have no idea. You really don't get it, do you?"

I shrugged. "What's to get? In both cases the incidents happened after an agreement had been made to date exclusively. They broke it. I just decided to walk away. I don't remember Bethany making any promises to me." 

I said this while looking over at the engagement ring box which I had brought in and set on my desk when I arrived. I had no idea what I wanted to do with it. I figured that I would probably be seeing about returning it to the store, but I found that thought painful.

The lady looked at me again. She seemed to be thinking things over as Fred finished his phone call and hung up noisily. "Who's out there Don? Anything I can help with?"

"She's a friend of Bethany's," I shouted back. "Sadly, this visit is not about any new buildings today."

Fred laughed. "Oh, we might get a few people in here looking for work. I figured we could use someone to run the office and answer phones, so I have a few ads out. But that will probably start next week, since most of the ads only start running on Friday."

I was going to answer him when the lady suddenly took my arm. "There are going to be no interruptions," she growled as she all but dragged me into the conference room. I was trying to protest, but a look at the fury in her eyes quieted me down and I took a seat in one of the chairs.

"You are such a typical clueless man," she snapped as she closed the door and stood next to it. "You think that people don't talk about what happened with you and your two exes'? They are sorority girls, and rather popular. Bethany learned of your history with them two days after she met you for the project."

"What?" I replied. "Why would that happen? It's been years."




Jumping at Shadows



The lady looked at me disapprovingly. "So? You think that a few years is enough for Janet or Trish to forget that they made a terrible mistake? Can you imagine that perhaps they still dream of someday getting a chance to talk to you and somehow make everything right?"

I could feel my jaw drop a little. I was still trying to respond when the door opened and Bethany slipped into the room, dropping quietly into the nearest chair.

I paused and then carefully chose my next words. "Perhaps that's what those two want, but considering the tales of their exploits, I am not exactly going to be easy to convince. I made them a promise to be exclusive and kept it until I caught them. I have no idea how many men they were with before, and now I find I do not care. Maybe, just maybe if they had talked to me about it before it happened, but not after the deceit and lies."

Bethany looked up for a moment. "What was the issue then? Cheating or lying?"

I found myself actually rubbing my chin as I considered it. "It's not that simple. Both were issues. Some men might not mind being compared to others when it comes to technique in bed, but I don't get into that. The fact that Janet and Trish let other men fuck them would have haunted any relationship, making me wonder if I was good enough. 

"But the broken trust hurts more. Especially from Janet. Could I ever believe her when she told me a tale of why she was late, or asked for a night out 'with the girls?' Even today I find myself wondering how many of her study sessions involved a hard cock before the one that I interrupted."

Bethany looked me in the eyes. "And if both May and a doctor swore that I was still a virgin, that no man had ever touched me there? Would you trust me then?"

If I had been drinking the table would have been well and truly christened with my reaction to this comment. "Who is May and what the heck are you talking about?"

The Asian girl who had started this raised her hand. "My real name is May Lee. You know that no woman uses her real name in those clubs if she can get away with it."

I found myself looking at May and Bethany and waiting. The silence seemed to go on forever and then Bethany sighed. "Don, I never lied to you in any way. We never talked about certain things because I thought you would never find out and once we moved here it was a part of my life I was going to try hard to forget."

I found myself looking at the two ladies. Bethany seemed near tears but before I could move May put a comforting and tender touch on her shoulder.

"Well," I sighed. "Maybe listening to Janet and Trish would not have killed me. Maybe I should have taken that time. However, it's a bit late for them now." 

Bethany's hands came up to cover her eyes and May turned to glare at me as I continued. "That, however, is not important now. Bethany, you have no idea how much the last three months have meant to me. Perhaps the fact that we always met for lunches and afternoon dates should have clued me in, but I did trust you. My mind tells me to run, but my heart wants me to stay and see if perhaps I can trust you again. This time, I'm going to listen to my heart."

The gasp from Bethany immediately followed her looking right at me with tear-filled eyes. I found myself checking my pockets for a handkerchief as May hissed, "You'll give her a real chance? This isn't just to get her hopes up and then dash them to hurt her?"

I found myself looking at May and noticed that her right hand was still on Bethany's shoulder. I sighed. "May, I may be many things, but I won't lie. If Bethany feels the need to talk to me she can, even if it's in front of her lover."

Bethany gasped again as May shouted. "You are not making this better."

I shrugged. "Look. I have no clue what Bethany is thinking. I look back at our relationship and can remember few touches, and fewer kisses. I truly enjoyed every moment with her and thought she enjoyed those times as well. But I look at you right now and you are touching Bethany far more intimately than I have, and she is not flinching. To me, that says that she must be very close to you. I do want to hear her story, but I make no promises."

May was about to protest when Bethany put a hand out. "No, we both knew that this would happen," Bethany said sadly. "Don is willing to listen. Let me tell the whole story and then we can leave."

Bethany turned to look right at me. "Don, I never expected things to turn out this way, and I'm sorry. Not for falling in love, but because I did not have the strength to open up to you until it was too late. It took the money clip hitting May's shoe last night for me to realize that I could lose everything. Now I don't know if I can put them right, but please, let me tell you everything and I'll try."

She saw that I was sitting quietly and gave me a very shy smile before continuing. "Don, you don't realize just how easy you had it when it comes to school. Your father's business does rather well, and he was happy to pay for your education. I was not afforded that luxury. 

"My father was in the army and died in a training accident when I was five. Mother remarried, but my step-father never really warmed to me. My twin half-brothers are his only interest. When I was about to graduate from high school he announced that he would provide no money for my education, and he wanted me to pay rent for my room at the house.

"That caused a huge argument between mother and him, but the final result was that I was going to move out as soon as possible. I had been accepted to UCLA, and my biological father had left behind some money for me to use for education, but it was really only enough for about two years. I looked at budgeting and such and figured that if I found a good job, I might be able to make the money stretch.

"Unfortunately, there are few jobs for a young woman in college that pay well and have truly flexible hours. Also I needed to find a place to stay. Well, one day I found an advertisement where a young woman was looking for someone to share her apartment room. The ad made it clear that I'd be sharing the room with her, but the rent was extremely low by LA standards, and it would make my money stretch. I arranged to meet her and after a short interview, agreed to split the room and rent.

"Well, she was a dancer, and after about a month I picked up on this because of her odd hours. I asked her about it and she was open about the hours, and the fact that sometimes men had to be pushed away. But she also made it clear that the nicer clubs had good security so the girls were safe, and that the money was better than any retail job available."

I interrupted at this point. "So you started stripping and showing your pussy to every pervert in LA."

Bethany glared at me. "Other than doctors, no man has ever seen my pussy. I did start working, but I only work in the topless clubs. And I never accepted extra money to meet a man away from the club. It wasn't that hard really. Most of the men at the clubs are jerks and except for their money, I never wanted anything to do with them. But I needed the money, and Elise was right, it did pay a lot better than my previous retail jobs."

She continued. "But yes, I took a job as a dancer. It took a while to adjust my body to the hours, but once I worked out a schedule I was doing fairly well. A good night could bring in at least one hundred after the dance tips and a lap dance or two. My money problems were solved, at least for college. 

"I did find that I was disinterested in more than dancing, and really did not care for the dancing much. The money was nice, but dancing makes it hard to date because most men get the wrong idea if they find out you dance. I had to use mace on a couple dates who got aggressive after they learned where I worked.

"Well, Elise and I roomed together for two years, but she decided to move to Vegas and see if she could make more money, so I needed a new roommate. I placed an ad and May was the one who answered."

I held up a hand and looked at May. "So you have been living with Bethany for two years?"

May nodded. "Yes. My parents tried to force me to marry some guy they knew from back in China, and when I refused I was thrown out. I needed a place to stay and Bethany had space in the room."

I was a bit confused. "So, you aren't going to school then?"

May laughed. "No. I have taken a number of classes at LA City College, but my high school grades were not good enough for a four-year college. My plan was working days in retail and taking a class or two a semester until I could find a better job or a boyfriend."

The boyfriend comment surprised me. "A boyfriend? Pardon me for being a bit blunt, but from what I've seen so far, neither you, nor Bethany needs a boyfriend."

Bethany laughed and blushed. "Oh, how wrong you are." 

I looked over at her and noticed a twinkle of hope in her eyes. She gave me a surprisingly friendly smile and continued.

"So May moved in, and I learned about her situation. After I had heard her story, I told her the truth about my job and how I was using that to get through college. She wanted to run away and find a new place, but settled in, although she avoided me as much as possible at first.

"That lasted until she was let go by the store where she worked just after New Years. Somehow her parents knew the owner and were hoping that they could get her to come home if she lost the job. Well, desperation kicked in and May asked me if I could introduce her to the clubs and get her started as a dancer.

"She proved popular at the clubs and we quickly worked out duplicate schedules so that we could travel to and from the clubs together. The problem was that May gets more than a bit turned on while dancing, and would be horny during the drive home. 

"Well, one night there was a bachelor party at the club, and May and I both made several hundred dollars for lap dances. We were so jazzed when we got home that I started dancing for her to reenact some of the night's play. I was not thinking too clearly, and neither was she, because as I brought one of my breasts near her lips she grabbed me and kissed my breast. 

"It was like turning a light switch on. I was naked less than a minute later and May not much longer than that, and we spent the rest of the night kissing and licking every part of the other's body. It was all lust, but when we woke up entwined the next morning I guess we realized there was a bit of love too. The relationship has kind of grown from there. The lust is there, but May does mean a lot to me." 

Bethany reached up and pulled May's lips to her, giving her a short and very tender kiss. I sighed and shook my head. "I can see that you two love each other, and I'm very happy for you Bethany. But why do you feel a need to tell me this?"

May muttered something about stupid guys, but Bethany giggled. 

"Don," Bethany started, "I guess May told you that when we had that first meeting, some of Janet's sorority sisters saw us. I was not looking for a man at the time. My plan was to finish school and find a place to work. May was going to see about getting a four-year degree, and yes, the plan was to live together. However, Janet's sorority friends only saw a beautiful blond talking to a man they watch closely."

"Again with that," I muttered. "May told me that as well, but I have no idea why they cared."

May grunted, but Bethany continued. "They care because Janet can't get over you. I know you have heard about Janet's any-guy policy, but Suzanne made it clear that she's a hurting and confused lady. You were Janet's first and only lover the night you caught her in that booth. Oh, she was planning to do it, but it was curiosity. She got this dumb idea that she had to try out another man before she got married."

"What?" I snapped. "So I guess she would have been fine with me going out and finding a couple girls to fuck just to try them out? That makes little sense."

"Makes none to me either," May said. "But Suzanne was extremely clear about that. Janet had not even thought about the possibility of getting caught, she just wanted to try another man out. But you caught her and then refused to let her fix it. She realized that she lost you, and now kind of searches for a replacement."

"Kind of?" I asked.

Bethany frowned. "Even Suzanne wasn't sure, but Janet seems to compare every guy to you and finds them lacking. You realize that she is usually very drunk when she goes out. It sounds like she drinks because she can no longer face herself or what she has done."

I remembered the words Mildred's comments about Janet at my graduation. This story sounded similar to that and I found myself nodding. "Okay, I can accept that story, although I couldn't take Janet back after what she has done."

Bethany smiled. "Well, I was not going to ask you to."

May also smiled. "But would you take a couple of bi-sexual ladies in?"

I'm surprised the table managed to stop my jaw as it dropped. "Would I what?" I shouted.

Bethany stood up and with a quick motion removed the t-shirt she was wearing and walked over to the chair I was sitting in. She threw the t-shirt over my back and pulled me forward so my face was inches from her. 

"She asked if you might be interested in two bi-sexual girls."

I was looking Bethany in the eyes and trying to formulate a response when May grabbed my head and turned it so that I was inches away from a panty-clad pussy. 

"There are definite advantages to our offer," I heard her say.

My cock was rock-hard and I was having a lot of trouble focusing. In the back of my mind I could hear a voice shouting, "Danger! Danger Don Cochran!" I thought up and discarded numerous responses before finally crying, "Wait!"

Both ladies backed off a fraction and sat down, although Bethany left her shirt around my neck and I could see May's skirt on the floor near the door. Neither seemed upset although Bethany did appear a bit nervous when I looked at her breasts.

I took a moment to get my breath back and swallowed. "Wow. Of all the possible directions this conversation could have gone. You found one that I definitely did not predict."

May smiled and removed her blouse, slowly leaving only her panties and heels on. "Why? Do you not like the idea?" she flirted with me.

I had to laugh. "Liking the idea is not the problem. You have admitted that you have been lovers for more than a year, and Bethany tells me that she's never been with a man. So how can I believe that either of you wants to be with me at all? Especially since until today, I'd never seen you before, May."

Bethany laughed and unsnapped her skirt, standing for a moment to let it slide to the floor. She was now wearing only panties like May and looked right at me before sliding over to May to give her a kiss. The kiss was short and when it ended Bethany looked at me. 

"You never saw May, but she was around for many of our dates. You were the first man in nearly a year that interested either of us, and somehow we got a crazy idea."

I looked back and forth between the ladies, trying to figure out what they were saying when May jumped into my lap and proceeded to kiss me. I was a bit shocked, especially when her tongue forced its way into my mouth and started exploring. I tried to fight back only to have another set of hands wrap around me and hold me in the chair until May finished.

May stood up slowly once her lips left mine and she spread her legs slightly so I could see the small wet spot on her panties. "That should answer the question about me wanting you," she said. 

"But Bethany-" was all I could say before my chair spun around and Bethany fell onto my lap and wrapped her arms around me.

"But I wanted you even more than May did. However, I am a stupid bitch who promised May that the first time a man was involved it would be a threesome, and did not know how to bring that up," she said before covering my mouth with hers.

I'd thought that May's kiss was passionate, but Bethany practically raped my mouth and I groaned as I tried to command my cock to wait. I think the ladies already knew the score, but I wanted to tease them just a bit.

"I can see you have rehearsed this little presentation well," I said. "Preparing this for a while?"

Bethany actually blushed and May looked down. I was trying hard not to laugh, but finally gave Bethany a wink which had her burst into laughter. "We've never done this before you jerk," she cried as she pulled me in for another kiss.

May looked confused and then laughed herself. "Don, I'll get you for that one."

I let them both laugh for a moment and then paused and gave them both a serious look. "Well, how do I say this?"

I could feel Bethany stiffen and her arms around me tightened just a little. May had a forlorn look on her face. I tried hard to avoid smiling as I continued. "I have two beautiful ladies telling me that they want to enter into a relationship with me. But, I have to ask if they really are considering all the aspects."

"Aspects?" May asked as Bethany looked at me.

I nodded. "Yes. There are a few caveats and provisions that need to be agreed on."

Bethany's arms gripped me tighter. "Name them," she hissed.

I looked her directly in the eyes. "First, if we do this, it's for life. And I don't mean the bullshit kind of death to us part commitment most people bring into a marriage. If I agree, you both promise that it will be the three of us today, tomorrow and fifty years from now. If there is a problem, we talk about it and fix it. We commit to this being permanent and forever, no leaving because you grow bored."

May and Bethany glanced at each other. May then gave me a very uncertain look. 

"Forever is a long time," she said.

"Yes, but if we commit to it now and mean it, we can make it," I said. "But there's more and you need to hear them all. Second, babies. I want children. Can you agree to have them? And will both of you want children?"

Bethany actually whispered in my ear, "Can we start trying for one tonight?" as May smiled. I watched the smile grow and laughed.

"Okay, that one doesn't seem to bother you," I smirked. "I only have one more, but it's very important. No more stripping and no man other than me or your doctor sees your nipples or pussy. I don't mind if my wives are the sexiest things and every guy lusts after them, but I want some secrets just for us."

Bethany just hugged me. "No girls see your cock then. It will be just for May and I."

The laughter came out then. "Bethany, if Janet's friends told you everything, then you know that I always tried to be a one-woman man. If you and May demand that I take you as a package deal, I'll be a two-woman man, but I don't want more. I'm not sure I'll be able to keep up with two ladies as sexy as you two."

May did look a bit distressed at this and Bethany noticed it first. "What's wrong love?" she asked.

May looked down. "What can I do about a job?"

I remembered Fred comments from earlier. "Think you can answer phones, organize an office and greet clients?"

May and Bethany looked confused before May replied. "I have never done that before, but it doesn't sound too difficult."

I reached over to the phone in the room and hit speaker, dialing Fred's extension. He must have known it was an internal call. "I do hope you and Bethany have resolved whatever problem you had," he said as he answered.

Bethany giggled and I sighed. "Please don't tell me you were listening at the door." 

"No," Fred replied flippantly. "But the wall between the conference room and the main office definitely needs more soundproofing. So, you called about something."

I could see both Bethany and May blushing as I continued. "Well, yes I do believe that the future Mrs. Bethany Cochran and I have solved our problem. However, the future Mrs. May Cochran needs a job, she has not run an office before, but I'm sure you will find her work satisfactory."