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One Wish

By: English Bob



It was Christmas Eve. Another big argument with his wife, Mona. Another night spent in Mulligan's bar on Maine drinking beer and shooting pool with his friend, Harry. 

John Morgan had been married to Mona for nearly ten years and whatever sparkle there had been in the beginning had definitely faded. Mona was a damn good name for her, John liked to think at moments like this, moan, moan, moan!

As he tipped the remnants of his fourth beer down his throat, John looked at his watch: 11.40pm. He'd been out for nearly three hours.

"Time for me to get going, Harry." He called to his friend on the other side of the pool table. Harry had also had four beers and looked a little wrecked. "Guess we'd better leave the car here, Harry and walk home, yeah?"

Harry had been lining up his shot now for some time; drunkenly checking and re-checking the angle. He held up a hand to silence his friend for a moment, indicating his concentration. He drew the cue back and played the shot. He missed by some margin.

"Shit!" he exclaimed angrily and tossed the cue onto the table. "Fuckin' stupid game anyway!"

The evening air was warm and muggy as the two friends meandered their way drunkenly home.

"So what is it with you and Mona, then John? You had another fight?"

"Bitch has been running round on me again!" John replied. "This time with my junior assistant at work, if you can believe that! He's young enough to be her son. She's turned into a real fucking slut. I think, by now she must have fucked everyone I know - apart from me of course!"

Harry looked at John sideways. "Not me either, man. She hasn't fucked me! But it has to be said, John, She's a good looking woman."

"Ah, I don't care anymore." John slurred resignedly. "You're all welcome to the little bitch! Here, lets take a short cut across the park."

As the two friends walked, sobering slowly, the dim lights of the park cast eerie shadows across the grass. As they neared the north corner exit, one of the lamps appeared to flicker, it's yellow sodium beam switching itself on and off with irregular hesitancy. Approaching the streetlight, they could hear a small voice from the shadows.

"Fuck! Fuck! Work, you stupid fucking light, why won't you stay on! Fuck you!"

The voice, though obviously male, seemed to small and squeaky to have come from an adult, but surely, thought John, no child would speak like that!"

"You hear that?" asked Harry in a whisper.

The unseen owner of the voice now seemed to be getting more angry and was kicking the metal pole of the lamp viciously.

"What's going on?" called John, surprised at how loud his voice sounded in the still night air.

"Mind your own fucking business!"

John and Harry were slightly taken aback by the ferocity of the reply. "Hey, no need for that," said Harry. "We're only asking."

After only a few seconds silence, the small figure emerged from the shadows. Harry and John almost burst out laughing when they saw the figure. Dressed all in green and standing no higher than three feet tall, the man looked faintly ridiculous and not what they had expected to find at all.

"What are you fucking staring at shit-heads!" The small man's verbal assault continued

"Hey, cut the crap, you little dwarf!" John spat. "You this fucking nasty to everyone?"

"I'm not a fucking dwarf, I'm an elf, dick-head!"

The two friends could contain their mirth for no longer and both exploded into loud, belly aching laughter.

"So what's so fucking funny? You never seen an elf before?"

John wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes. "Sorry, man....no, I guess we must have both missed that! Except when we last saw Santa Clause!" 

Again, the laughter erupted, tears streaming down both of their faces. The elf looked angrily back at them.

"And don't get me started on THAT guy, either! The bastard! I work for that fat piece of shit, I was a good elf, too until he reassigned me here! Jeez, You fuck ONE damn reindeer!"

John and Harry were now in fits of apoplexy. "Ah, c'mon, guy's! Give me a break, it's not THAT funny!"

"Oh, sorry, man! Gasped John between fits of coughing laughter. "So, what are you doing here?"

"Here? I'm supposed to be a sentinel. This lamp is very special - if it ever fucking works!" He kicked it again and the sodium glare flickered but quickly died again. "The first person to walk under the lamp on Christmas Day is supposed to get one wish - it's a Christmas thing!"

John looked at his wrist watch: 3 minutes past midnight.

"Well that must be me then. It's gone twelve so it must be Christmas Day! Anyway, I thought all this sort of thing was supposed to be three wishes, not just one!"

"You never heard of cut-backs? We can't afford to go around giving out three wishes to every fucker that comes along! Takes a lot out of an elf, you know - granting wishes." 

He kicked the lamp-post again. This time the light came on and stayed. The three men were bathed in a cool yellow glow.

"Aha!" cried the elf triumphantly, "that's fixed the bastard!"

For a moment he seemed lost in thought.

"I suppose, technically you're right." he continued. You were the first under the lamp on Christmas Day, so I guess I should give you your wish. Oh, fuck it! Why not, get it over and done with and I can get back to the hot little pixie that's waiting for me at home. Trust me, you guys haven't lived until you been sucked off by a pixie!" He chuckled to himself. "Okay, come on then, what's the big wish?"

All this had taken John and Harry a little by surprise to say the least, but John was intrigued. He thought for a moment before answering.

"I wish my wife would do exactly what I said for a whole day!"

The elf opened up a small hand-book and began flicking through pages. "Um...yes...yes...I think we can do that, it's under the section on Bitch Wives, I think. Yes! Here it is - getting quite popular this section! Now, what do I have to say....oh, I don't know, er....Abra-fucking-cadabra! There, that should do it. So long shit-heads! Hope you enjoy yourselves!"

For a moment, everything went black. A tremor shook through John's body and then he opened his eyes. He hadn't really been aware that they were closed. The street-lamp was flickering again and the two friends were once again alone. The elf had vanished as surely as if he had never existed.

"Jeez, what was all that about?" asked Harry

"I dunno, but I think I need a big drink - c'mon Harry, I got a bottle at home. Let's go!"

Neither Harry or John were completely sure what had happened as they walked in to John's house ten minutes later. Both were still wondering if they had imagined the whole thing. John poured drinks for them both and they sat in the lounge in silence.

"John?"

"Yeah?"

"You know the wish you made? You think....I mean, do you suppose?.....No, I guess not, just forget it!"

"What, you mean do I think it actually worked? I'd been thinking much the same thing myself, actually!" John idly tapped the side of his glass with his index finger. Both friends looked at each other a smile breaking across their faces at almost the same time.

"Let's give it a try shall we?" Said John "She's in the kitchen, I think."

"Oh, honey? Could you bring us a beer each please?"

Without a word, a few seconds later, Mona appeared from the kitchen armed with two cold beer bottles. Both men took the proffered beverage and grinned at each other.

"What about some chips to go with these?" John asked his wife.

Again, without any hesitation, Mona silently walked to the kitchen and returned a few moments later with snacks. Harry laughed.

"It looks like our little friend was on the level! Anyway, I better be going now, I think."

"Hey, Harry, what's the rush, man? Lets have a little fun shall we? You did say you thought my wife was good looking, didn't you. Wouldn't you like to see for yourself?"

Harry looked stunned. This evening had been the single most weird night of his life so far, and things didn't appear to be getting any more sane now! He tried to make protesting noises with his lips, but only a strangled croak was to be heard and accompanied by a dumb nod of his head in the affirmative.

"Good!" cried John, grinning wickedly. "Mona, take your dress off. Show Harry and me what colour underwear you got on today!"

John's face lit up as he realised that his wife was completely under his control. For years he had dreamed about this sort of power and, if he was honest, he'd also dreamed about sharing her with Harry.

Mona slipped the red dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Her face looked blankly at the two friends as she stood in front of them in just her pink bra and panties

"Get down on your knees, bitch! Crawl like a dog!"

Again, without any hesitation or sign of embarrassment Mona fell to her hands and knees and began crawling around the carpeted floor. Harry was still sitting in stunned silence watching his friend's wife make such an exhibition of herself. He had known for years that Mona was unfaithful to John; he had seen her many times in local bars as she propositioned complete strangers. He'd always wanted a taste for himself but was too loyal to his friend. He had to admit though, as he looked at the semi-clad woman before him, in just her underwear she looked really sexy. Harry could feel his erection aching hard in his pants.

"Let old Harry have a look at those big old tits of your's honey!" laughed John. He was really getting into his power trip. Harry wondered how far his friend would let this go - a bit further he hoped!

Mona crawled over to where Harry was sitting and knelt up. Her large, firm breasts almost overflowed the tight bra she wore.

"Mona, you need you're tits touched, don't you? You need them groped and fondled, don't you?"

"Yes" Mona replied evenly "I want my tit's touched."

"Ask Harry to feel em up for you, then."

"Harry. Please touch my tits. I want you to feel them, squeeze them. Please Harry, please!"

Harry was having trouble breathing. His throat seemed to have contracted restricting his airway and the pressure in his pants was increasing rapidly. His hand snaked out slowly and touched the upper slope of Mona's hot, heaving breast. As soon as his fingers felt the warm flesh, he heard her moan and sigh. She certainly appeared to like having her boobs touched, he thought.

"You know what you want." John continued. "Ask Harry, go on, ask him!"

"Please Harry," Mona whispered as she knelt in front of him, "please let me take my bra off!"

Harry thought this a stupid question, even in these very strange circumstances. He had been told by others who had sampled Mona's charms for themselves how horny she could be, but until now it seemed that he was destined never to find out for himself. Until now!

"Do it!" was all that he managed to coax from his parched throat.

Harry and John sat back and watched as Mona unclasped her bra and let the lacy undergarment fall to the floor to join her discarded dress. Harry gasped as her breasts revealed themselves; large, tanned mounds of flesh capped with dark, cherry-red nipples that seemed to throb and pulsate with a life of their own. As requested, Harry drew his hands back to her chest. Now relieved of the flimsy undergarment the flesh felt warm and smooth under his touch and Harry began to massage the swollen orbs, gently at first then becoming increasingly more urgent.

"That's right, Harry! Give her a good old feel-up. God knows how many other hands have groped those tits, it's nice to see someone I know having the fun!"

Harry smiled at his friend and turned back to his most pleasurable task. As his fingers flitted over her tight nipples, he could feel them harden further. He heard Mona sigh again and bent his head to lick them. He sucked each pebble-like bud into his mouth and nibbled gently causing his friend's wanton wife to cry out. He felt her tremble and knew that he had hit a nerve. He was definitely on the right track. Again and again he sucked the womanly nubs into his mouth and feverishly tongued and chewed them. Mona was groaning and sighing almost constantly now and as Harry slipped his hand downwards and into the waistband of her panties, he immediately felt a warm rush of moisture as Mona shook in orgasm.

"Time to get her panties off, I think, Harry!" said John openly rubbing the crotch of his jeans. John noticed Harry look at him. "Oh, please. Don't mind me, Harry. I haven't had so much fun in years!"

Harry's hands trembled as Mona stood up before him and allowed him to hook his thumbs into the waistband of her bikini panties. Slowly, very slowly he began to peel them down her legs. Her mound was directly in front of his face and he could see the moisture that stained the crotch of her panties and glistened on the lips of her well trimmed pussy. Further down Harry drew the tiny garment until it pooled around her ankles and bare feet. He watched her pretty feet as she stepped out of the panties and then knelt back down so that she was again level with him. Harry sat and watched dumbly as Mona stared back at him, almost awaiting instructions.

"You as hard as me, Harry?" Cried John from his chair.

Harry shook the image of the naked woman in front of him from his still confused mind and looked over at his friend. John had taken out his cock and was slowly masturbating. It did indeed look very hard, thought Harry.

"Yeah, John. I'm aching in my pants, man!"

"Take it out then, my friend. You're in for a treat!"

John seemed to be calling all the shots now and this was fine with Harry. He'd been wanting to release his throbbing penis for some time. As he quickly pulled down his zipper and hauled his hard member out, the cool air of the room wafted gently around his shaft and balls. It felt good. Very good. Harry sat back and idly toyed with his erection while the kneeling Mona looked at it and silently licked her red painted lips.

"Time to show me and Harry what you're good at, Mona." gasped Harry as he continued to stroke his tool. "Start sucking, bitch!"

Harry held his breath as his friend's wife bent lower. He watched in fascinated anticipation as her mouth opened wide and descended over the head of his cock. He gasped as he felt her warm, moist tongue swirl around his cock head and held his breath. He gripped the base of his tool, he didn't want to cum just yet.

John looked on as he squeezed the head of his cock. His earlier thought had been to get rid of his friend and have his newly submissive wife all to himself, but, he had to admit, this was a much better choice. It was much more fun to watch the bitch - his, darling bitch - gobble Harry's cock for all she was worth. And, at the moment, thought John, she was worth a hell of a lot! He watched as Mona's lips closed over Harry's thick cock and dropped inch by inch down on it. He was surprised when he saw the angle of her head alter slightly and the unmistakable shape of his friend's cock outline her throat. Damn, he thought, she'd never deep-throated him before!

Harry was certainly enjoying himself. Having let go of the base of his cock left his hands free to play with Mona's hanging breasts and, as she sucked him off, he pinched and twisted her nipples mercilessly. He knew that she was enjoying herself as well because every time he squeezed the hard buds she moaned and gurgled around his cock. He could feel the tension building up in his balls. He didn't care anymore, he just wanted to have this woman suck him dry.

"You getting ready to cum, Harry?" John's voice was little more than a croak as his engorged cock twitched wildly in his hand.

"Oh yeah, man. I'm ready to fucking explode!"

John jumped up and quickly walked over to join his friend and his wife. His cock stuck out from the fly of his pants like a flagpole.

"Let's cum together, man." he cried as he pointed his tool towards Mona's face and began tugging his foreskin back and forth rapidly.

Harry was not about to disagree. He new that he was about to blow his load and withdrew from Mona's throat with a wet, slurping sound. Both men stood on either side of John's wife and masturbated like crazy. Mona seemed unable to decide which cock to look at and seemed to decide to just let her head fall back and to open her mouth in anticipation.

Both men came almost simultaneously. Mona felt the hot cum sear the skin of her face as rope after rope of thick, wet liquid splashed her face and hair. She couldn't understand why she felt so horny, she just knew that, deep down, she had to do exactly what her husband had told her. It was a strange feeling and one that she was unused to, but, she had to admit, it did feel good. She hadn't felt this way towards John for years and was confused as to why she did now, but all things considered, she was not about to complain!

Later that night, John showed a very happy and contented looking Harry to the door and wished him goodnight.

"Happy Christmas as well, don't forget!" laughed Harry over his shoulder as he strode towards the gate.

"Oh yeah, Happy Christmas, old friend." Harry replied, laughing. "I hope you have a good day. I know I will, I reckon I still got about twenty-two hours of my wish left!" 

The End

One Wish



"You have but one wish! Make it now! Make it now!"

Keith woke as he often did after this same reoccurring dream or nightmare depending upon how you looked at it. He was always drenched in sweat, bewildered, sometimes frightened by the intensity of the dream. Always, he had heard the voice, telling him to make his wish. And always, the situation was different, his wish then having many meanings, many outcomes, never the same. All except for the voice calling out to him, "Make it now! Make it now!"

But he never was able to make whatever choice he was supposed to make, as moments after hearing the voice, Keith would always wake up from his nightmarish sleep, wondering briefly as he always did whether it be dream, or reality.

#

It had been the aromatic smell of fresh coffee, cinnamon pastries that had first caught Keith's attention to this small sidewalk café. Less than a block away from his office, Keith had been coming here every morning on his way to work ever since the place had opened. 

Seating himself, Keith opened his morning edition of the U.S.A. Today, glanced up briefly as an attractive looking woman took a seat at the table across from him. He'd seen her once or twice before, though they'd never spoken he'd smiled at her, and had even been given a friendly nod "hello" the last time he'd seen her. As she took her seat, she too glanced about catching Keith's brief look, smiled and once again gave a nod of "hello" in recognition. To his surprise however, she included a vocal greeting to him as well.

"Good morning," she spoke in a melodic tone of voice that told him whoever she was, that she appeared to be in a particularly good mood.

"Morning, gonna be a nice day today," Keith replied glancing somewhat uneasily towards the morning sky. "Dumb shit!" he thought to himself.

It wasn't as though he wasn't an attractive looking man, reasonably so anyway. But every time Keith even spoke with a woman, he grew nervous, flustered, and often found himself wishing he'd never spoken a word at all. Glancing back towards her, he saw that she too had lifted her gaze towards the sky.

"Yes, appears it will be," she offered pleasantly.

"Hey Keith! You're usual?"

"Saved by the bell, so to speak," Keith thought to himself as the waiter came over to stand by his table. But before he could respond, Jack, the same waiter that he'd become familiar with during the course of time he'd been coming here turned to also acknowledge the presence of the woman sitting across from him.

"Be with you in just a second," he told her.

Keith saw her smile again, though her eyes remained focused on his. She merely nodded however, acknowledging his notice of her.

"Ah yeah, coffee, and one of those cinnamon Danish," Keith ordered.

Jack swiveled about on his heels to take her order. As he did, he drew her attention towards him so that Keith had a moment or so to look towards her without eye contact. He watched as she sat up straighter in her seat giving Jack her order. The movement immediately drawing Keith's attention to her chest. Though she wore a dark blue business jacket with a matching knee-length skirt, her white blouse was just sheer enough that the fancy lace of her bra etched intricate patterns around her full breasts. By the time Keith managed to tear his eyes away from her chest, Jack had already turned to take both their orders, and she was once again looking towards him, now catching his eyes as they slow-rolled back to her face. Keith felt the heat begin to redden his cheeks.

"Had she noticed?" he wondered shamefacedly.

Whether she had, or hadn't, she at least looked away from him giving him a moment of respite as she slipped her jacket off placing it around the back of the chair. In so doing however, she gave him an even better view of her magnificent chest as she turned off to one side. Not to be caught looking again however, Keith immediately redirected his eyes back to the neglected paper lying on the table.

"How long had it been now anyway?" Keith mused to himself. Nearly four months since he and Sharon had called it quits. And not much to reminisce about there. It had taken him nearly two months just to work up enough courage to even kiss her. Though in the end, that had been her doing more than his as they'd stood outside the door to her apartment after one of their frequent dinner dates. A month after that, he'd actually dared to place his hand on her sweatered breast while they were necking on the couch in her living room. Something she'd not only allowed, but encouraged as she soon after lifted her own sweater, undoing the front-end clasp of her bra so that he'd have direct access to her soft breasts. They'd never gone further than that. Not that she hadn't hinted she was interested. Point was, as attractive as she was, and as much fun as she'd been to be with, after a reasonably short time, Keith knew this wasn't the right girl for him. In fact, he wasn't sure he'd ever find the right girl again. That one was gone.

"Joanne," Keith thought to himself. "Always Joanne!"

Even now as he sat staring at his paper as though actually reading it, his mind drifted back to the first true love of his life. And perhaps, his only love if things continued on the way they had been. They had given one another their virginity on the night of their High School graduation. Though he'd been nervous then, perhaps even more so than she had been, unlike most of the stories they had both heard, that night had proven to be the most intimate, sensual night of his entire life. They had spent the entire night together. After the first couple of hours of nervous flirtation and teasing, things slowly progressed. But even then, it was nearing the morning hours before they had successfully made love with one another. By then, perhaps a combination of excitement, anticipation, and desire had made the moment easier for them both. Which it had been. Surprisingly so. But even more importantly, it had lasted seemingly forever after that too. There'd been no rush, no frantic hurried coupling ending up in a less than satisfactory first time encounter. No, they had remained together for a long time, intimately kissing, touching, and simply experiencing for the first time ever for either one of them, what it meant to truly become a part of one another.

It had been nearly six years since he'd seen her. But the image of her face was just as clear now as he'd remembered. The color of her hair, so much like his own, light brown with a reddish highlight accentuating her tan complexion. Her alluring hazel eyes, also like his own, though his more blue than green as hers had been.

"God Joanne, I so do miss you," he caught himself saying aloud, sheepishly glancing back up towards the woman sitting across from him, happy to find her studying some papers she'd withdrawn from her briefcase. For once, he was glad to be ignored by her. His thoughts too personal, still too painful to share with anyone, even unknowingly.

Keith's thoughts returned back to that day. He remembered kissing her good-bye at the airport as he boarded his flight preparing to head off to boot camp. Keith had been caught up in the draft. Vietnam was nearing the final stage of the years long war, and Keith was about to become a part of that. He'd wanted to marry her before going. But circumstance out of necessity kept that from happening. Joanne needed to focus on her education for one thing, and for another, by the time Keith got out of the service, he'd have a lot more to offer her than he did now. Perhaps then they could actually consider it. At least he'd get leave at some point, and be able to come home and see her. After all, she had promised to wait for him. "She loved him," she'd told him just days before his departure. "And she had wanted to spend the rest of her life with him."

Little had Keith realized then how short a time she actually had.

He had barely arrived in Vietnam, assigned to some God-forsaken outpost in the middle of nowhere when the mail finally caught up with him. Excited to receive his first letter from her in quite some time now, he was immediately alarmed to see a letter addressed to him from her mother instead.

Tearing open the letter, he'd learned immediately that Joanne had been involved in a horrible car accident. She'd been in a coma ever since the accident, which by the date of the letter Keith realized to be well over a week now, not including the three additional days it took for the letter to arrive. And worse, things weren't very hopeful. The extent of Joanne's injuries had been serious enough, but the prospect, even if she did recover of ever living a normal life again were less than good according to the doctor's opinion.

Keith had tried calling, but received no answer the one time he'd gotten permission to call. He'd immediately fired off an urgent telegram requesting an update on her condition, one to his own parents, and another one to Joanne's. Forty-eight hours later, he received the news from his mother. They had flown Joanne back home to where her parents lived in the mid-west. There she'd been hospitalized, where she'd remained in a comatose state until her death a short time after her arrival. Keith's mother had learned of it only after a phone-call indicating that Joanne had passed away. 

Keith had only met Joanne's mother once when they'd come out for graduation. Joanne had been living with an older brother, as she'd never gotten along very well with her own parents either. Beth, Joanne's mother, had immediately taken a disliking to Keith, something that he had hoped to one day remedy given enough time. She'd been almost glad to hear that he'd been taken up by the draft, hoping perhaps that with their separation, Joanne would not only finish school, but go on to meet and eventually marry someone she was far more approving of.

Heartbroken, Keith had done everything he could think of to do in order to gain emergency leave and fly home for her funeral. His request however denied as he'd just barely arrived in country for one thing, and for another, there was no direct relationship between the two of them that allowed for him to qualify for emergency leave. Loving someone wasn't a necessary requirement according to the army.

And so it was that Keith mourned the loss of Joanne half way around the world, knowing he would never see her again. But his real pain came in the knowledge that he hadn't been there by her side when it had happened. Something he'd undoubtedly regret for the rest of his life.

Shortly after his discharge from the service, Keith had made several attempts to locate Joanne's family. By this time however, they had moved from the area, and Keith soon gave up hope of ever finding them. He'd taken a position in purchasing, and along with a great deal of hard work and effort, had propelled himself up the corporate ladder until a senior position had opened itself up to him. And though it had meant his relocating to a different state entirely, Keith actually welcomed the change. Change away from where he'd initially pinned his hopes and dreams of living the ideal life with Joanne for one thing. Something that he now knew was never going to happen. But for another, perhaps once he'd distanced himself from those memories and thoughts, he'd eventually meet someone else with whom he could renew those dreams with. So far, he hadn't had much luck. Aside from a few casual dates, he'd only gotten halfway serious with one other woman, and the only other woman he'd even been intimate with besides Joanne. He'd left that relationship shortly before meeting Sharon. Keith shook his head despondently. He'd broken it off with Diane simply because Sharon had looked a little like Joanne, immediately reminding him of her. A stupid reason perhaps, but one he'd rationalized within his own mind. Of course, Sharon was nothing like Joanne had been, aside from a few minor similarities. But he'd tossed away what had shown to be a promising relationship with another woman he'd actually grown to care about somewhat, simply for no other reason than that.

"Can I get you more coffee?" Jack asked.

Keith barely even remembered eating his Danish let alone anything else. Taking a look at his watch, he was stunned to see that so much time had already passed. As it was, he'd have to hurry now or he'd be late getting to his office. 

"No. Thanks," Keith said standing up leaving enough change to cover his meal as well as a substantial tip. Only then did Keith realize the woman who'd been sitting across from him was no longer there either. She'd left, and he'd not even noticed it, so absorbed in his memories of a time so long ago now.

#

Keith arrived at his office a few minutes late. No big deal actually. After all, he was the manager of this particular division. But he'd always prided himself on setting a good example.

"Morning Keith!" Lucy exclaimed upon seeing him enter.

He winced. One more reminder. The last thing he needed this morning after taking yet another mindless trip down memory lane.

"Good morning Lucy," he responded, attempting to zip past her without really looking at her.

"Don't forget, the office product show starts this afternoon. You said I could attend one of the sessions, either this afternoon, or tomorrows," she reminded him.

He had forgotten. "Oh yeah, that's right. That's today?" he questioned unnecessarily. Now forced to look towards her as she expected an answer, he did.

"Plan on going tomorrow," he said simply without further justification. Truth was, it would give him an excuse to get out of the office and clear his mind somewhat.

Lucy frowned slightly, then smiled. At least she'd get a chance to go this time, Keith knew she was thinking.

Heading back towards his office, Keith tried shaking the guilt feelings away. Lucy was another Joanne reminder. Not that she actually looked like her, she didn't. But the day he'd interviewed Lucy along with a number of candidates, it had boiled down to just three. All equally qualified for the position of assistant buyer. What had been the tiebreaker, plain and simply, had been the color and style of Lucy's hair. She'd worn it nearly identical to the way Joanne had worn hers.

"Yes Ms. Wilson, you have the job. And not because of your skills, but because you remind me of someone," he chastised himself saying, closing the door as though in doing so he could lock out his thoughts.

Keith spent the rest of the morning going over several bids that had come in. By the time the lunch hour had arrived, he was itching to get out of the office. The fact that the office products show was in town for the next three days gave him something to look forward to besides the mundane bids he'd been reviewing all morning long.

As it was such a nice day, Keith decided to walk the mile to where the convention center was. Slinging his jacket over his shoulder, he walked briskly but not enough to work up a sweat. By the time he'd arrived at the center, he'd managed to clear his mind enough to focus, and actually find himself getting excited over a variety of new office products that would soon be available, if they weren't already.

Keith began strolling up and down the isles occasionally stopping to ask questions, take notes and review the products. He'd been considering the purchase of new copy machines, having stopped at several vendor booths doing just that. Looking down the isle for a specific vendor he was most interested in, he spotted Diane wandering in and out of the vendor booths the same as he'd been doing.

"Shit!" Keith spoke just under his breath. He'd met Diane through the purchasing association, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise to him that he might stumble into her at some point along the way. Especially at one of these kinds of conventions. Still, the odds of actually running into her again after all this time had seemed fairly remote. Yet, there she was just a short distance away. Luckily, she wasn't looking in his direction, but he'd noted she had been slowly moving his way.

Keith waited until she'd stopped facing off to one side before turning, ducking into another isle. In doing so however, he nearly ran over a woman who'd just stepped out from around the table.

"Oh God! I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed apologetically, his hand automatically coming up grasping one of her shoulders as he plowed into her.

"You should be!" she shot back, shaking off his hand. She threw him a look, turned and moved off in the opposite direction.

Keith stood staring at her. Once again, another woman that vaguely reminded him of Joanne. Her hair was shorter, a different color even. The nose, mouth, and even her chin different, but there was something about her eyes that reminded him of Joanne the most.

"Keith?" 

Keith shut his eyes momentarily, winced, and turned around to face Diane. "Hi Diane, how are you?"

"I wondered if I'd run into you sometime at one of these things," she began. "I'm fine thank you, and you?"

Keith had to admit it. Diane looked good. Really good. And after all, she was the only other woman he'd ever been sexually intimate with. Not counting copping a feel on Sharon's breasts anyway. He felt his manhood shift slightly of its own accord, awakening with arousal he hadn't felt in weeks, months actually.

"Doing ok," he said nervously glancing down at his feet, her feet. Catching a look at her long tapered legs. He remembered having those around him, felt his sex stiffening even more. If he continued to remain as he was, he'd soon find himself in a very awkward, very uncomfortable situation.

"Listen, I probably should be heading back to work," glancing at his watch.

"Where you parked?"

"Oh, didn't drive, walked here. Its not that far."

"I know, drive by there every day. Why don't you let me drop you off?" she suggested. "My cars just down in the parking level, won't take a moment to get there, on my way back to work too. So I might as well," she stated, already taking his arm, leading him towards the elevators.

His nervousness had once again taken control over his excitement. As things slowly returned to normal, he found himself standing next to her in the elevator as Diane reached across him to push the button for the parking level her car was on. As she did, he caught a whiff of her perfume. 

"Obsession," he thought, one of his favorites, always had been. Once again that lingering fragrance stirred a few memories, as well as something else. The emotional tug-of-war occurring inside his slacks was driving him crazy.

"Here we are!" Diane said as the elevator came to a stop, the doors opening. "I'm down this way," she charged out of the doors leading Keith behind her towards the far side of the parking area.

There was little he could do now but follow. Watching the sway of her hips beneath the pleated skirt she was wearing, remembering the soft firmness of her buttocks and how they had once felt within his hands. Moments later, Diane arrived at her car, a sleek black Mustang convertible. She stepped over by the driver's side before opening the door. 

"Get in," she invited him, removing her sports coat, tossing it almost carelessly into the back seat before sliding behind the wheel herself.

"This is nice," Keith told her, thankful that he at least had something to actually comment on. Eyeing the beauty and style of the car's upholstery before turning his attention back towards Diane. He noticed after a moment more however, that she hadn't as yet started the car. Looking at her, she'd turned slightly in her seat facing towards him.

"So, you still seeing Sharon?" she asked point blank with a slight shake of her long blonde hair.

"Ah, no..." he left off saying. It was awkward enough hearing her name mentioned by the woman he'd dumped her for let alone offering up the reason why they had.




One Wish



"Seeing anyone else?" Diane pressed.

"No, not really," he tried smiling, but felt his cheeks reddening with the admission.

"Haven't dated much myself," she said her eyes locked fully onto his. "Haven't been with anyone since you either," she added matter of factly.

Now Keith felt his cheeks really redden with embarrassment at the implied memories of the two of them.

"Me either," he stammered out, surprised that he had.

Diane seemed a bit surprised by that, her eye brows lifting curiously as she sat slightly straighter within her seat. "You mean you and Sharon never..."

"No," Keith interrupted before she could finish the thought. "Never did," he added catching a bemused smile on her face as she considered that.

One thing about Diane that he'd learned early on. She wasn't coy about her feelings or desires. Never had been. Had it not been for that in fact, odds were that he'd have never made love to her either. But Diane wasn't one to not go for something she wanted. Keith was beginning to sense the same thing here all over again.

"Remember that weekend just before Christmas when we went after a tree for my apartment?"

"How could he forget?" he considered silently. That's basically when everything started between them. Diane had been adventurous in ways that Keith had only imagined. Part of the allure he supposed, someone who was wildly uninhibited when it came to sex. He laughed in spite of himself.

"Every time I see one of those tree farms," he told her still grinning.

They had wandered up and down the isles of Christmas trees looking for one that would best fit inside her apartment, and one that she'd be the most pleased with. She'd taken her time looking with Keith following. It was a big lot, and soon they'd managed to meander a great distance away from the small trailer that was being used as an office. With Christmas only a short week away, the weather had been unusually mild for this time of year. Neither had been wearing a coat or jacket, sweaters providing ample warmth as a covering, even as the early evening began to close. Diane had wandered down one lane between rows of trees, suddenly taking a sharp turn, disappearing down another before Keith was able to catch up with her. As he rounded the turn, expecting to find her examining yet another tree, he did find her. But not quite as he'd expected to. Diane stood before him, her sweater lifted well up over her braless breasts, the mischievous grin on her face expectant as Keith rounded the turn, stopping full dead in his tracks as his eyes locked on her exposed chest.

"Like what you see?" she'd asked. "Something about the smell of pine trees," she stated as an afterthought, as though that explained everything.

Keith had continued to stand there in a surprised state of shock. Still looking, after all, how could he not? But unsure of what to do exactly, especially as up until this very moment, he'd never even touched her intimately let alone seen anything.

"Come here, closer," she'd told him, glancing quickly behind herself to ensure that no one was even remotely close to either of them.

He had done that. Quickly closing the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers, his hands reaching around her back to hug her to him until she'd actually taken one of his hands within hers, pressing it fully against her exposed breast.

There they had stood kissing, one hand gently caressing, fondling her pliant flesh until arousal had begun to more fully consume them both. Diane had reached down, fumbled momentarily with the zipper on his pants until she'd managed to free him, a slight shock as his aroused member was introduced to the cooler nights air.

"Diane?"

"Shh, be quiet, but keep an eye out," she told him suddenly kneeling down before him on the ground, hidden away between the rows of thick bushy Christmas trees. There, she had pleasured him with her mouth for the first time. Something he'd not experienced ever since...

"Joanne!" Keith thought, the memory fading, waking up to see Diane still sitting across from him on the seat, hands slowly unbuttoning the blouse she was wearing. "What are you doing?" he asked worriedly.

"What's it look like I'm doing?" she asked lustily. "Doesn't the idea of making out with a woman in the front seat of her car, in a parking lot where the possibility of someone coming by excite you?"

Ok it did. But the fact that Diane was acting like nothing had ever ended between them, simply picking up almost where they'd left off was a bit disconcerting to him. That, and the light blue satiny bra she was wearing. Smooth across the front of her breasts, highlighting the taut extended nipples framed so eloquently beneath the material. It certainly wasn't necessary for her to finger them as they pressed invitingly enough as it was. But she did anyway.

"Like what you see?" she asked, repeating those same first words to him she'd spoken between the rows of Christmas trees. This time however, he didn't wait to be asked, closing the distance between them before she'd had a moment more to even wonder if he would.

And this time, he didn't wait for her to give him further approval in touching her either. His hands gently cupping the fullness of her breasts, his lips already beginning to nibble at the softness of her sensitive neck, just as he remembered she liked having him do.

Arousal, need, had taken over from sensibility. Keith already knew her next move, and when she took it, he allowed it. Pent up long neglected desires chased away all reason. As Diane's hands released the catch on his belt, deftly locating the zipper on his slacks, drawing it down, he shifted so as to accommodate her more easily. He found himself nipping at the taut hard marble beneath the material of her brassiere as she reached inside his pants. Moments later he felt the coolness of her hand surround the heat of his flesh, drawing him out. Almost reluctantly, she pushed him back towards his side of the car, forcing him to relinquish her breasts.

"Just like old times!" she said just before leaning over him. "Keep an eye out," she cautioned, in that same giddy excitement she'd once shown him before.

Nervously, Keith panned about the parking area seeking any sound, any sign of movement though it was damn near impossible not to close his eyes as Diane's mouth and lips began to work magic upon his aching need. Once again his hands closed over the fullness of her exquisite breasts, kneading them gingerly like a contented cat, hearing the softness of her own pleasured sigh as she mouthed him softly, yet tenderly purring in her own way.

Sure, he had masturbated on more than one occasion, but that had been a matter of stress relief more than anything else. This was pleasure. Pure unadulterated pleasure that he was experiencing now, and knew full well that because of it, he wouldn't last at all long either. Nor, as he knew, was he expected to. One thing Diane had always gotten a charge out of, was exciting him well beyond his ability to control it, just as she was doing now.

The sound of the elevator doors opening at the far end of the row they were on alerted him to the fact that someone had finally entered the parking area.

"Diane! Diane! I think someone's coming," he whispered, fighting the urge of ecstasy that was already threatening to rob him of whatever sanity remained.

"Just keep watching," she warned him, mouthing his stiffness without even missing a beat as she spoke.

Keith could already feel the pull of pleasure as it began to course through his soul, the sound of heels clicking on the bare cement of the parking enclosures surface no more than a dozen or so yards away now, and worse...sounding ever closer as whoever it was, though obviously female, continued her approach.

"Diane? Oh God! Diane?" Keith moaned, already too late as his liquid pleasure erupted even as the sound of clicking heels grew nearer and nearer to their location. About all he could do was attempt to slither even further down in his seat than he was, and hope that by doing so, whoever it was would walk past them, unaware they were even there. Or if made aware, would scurry past in some effort to further distance herself from what would then be so obviously taking place.

Keith gambled, turning his head to one side slightly peering back and over the headrest as the sound of footsteps crossed the isle of the parking terrace directly behind them. The last of his mind-numbing pulsations only then calming, though Diane's mouth continued to strum the instrument of his passion well beyond the songs ending.

"Oh my God!" Keith stammered out a bit more loudly than he'd intended. He heard Diane giggle, only then releasing him to sit up slightly, searching out the same sound of passing heels that he'd been listening to.

"That good huh?" she said smiling with a wicked gleam in her eye. But Keith had hardly noticed that, slipping down even further into his seat if that were possible for him to do. It was the same woman he'd collided into when he'd first attempted to duck his eventual discovery by Diane. They both watched as she slipped her key into the lock of her car door almost directly behind them. The sound of the car door opening, closing, followed closely by the start of the engine before putting it into gear, backing out, and soon driving away.

"That was close," Diane said no longer worried of being overheard. "Exciting too wasn't it?" she asked him.

"Ah yeah, it was," Keith replied, then continued somewhat sheepishly. "Listen, Diane, I really do need to head back to work. I'm way late already!" he lied. Truth was, Keith wasn't expected back to work at all the rest of the day. But at this point, he'd rather show back up at the office rather than continue sitting here with Diane at the moment anyway.

"Ok, but now you really do owe me one," she stated suggestively. "So, I expect a phone call soon too then. You still have my number yes?"

Keith nodded that he did. They quickly straightened themselves up, then Diane drove Keith back to his office dropping him off in front. "Soon?" she asked once again. And again Keith nodded his head, promising to call her, though inwardly, not sure that he really would.

Keith made some pretense of entering the building, ensuring that Diane had indeed driven off before re-exiting, heading towards the adjacent parking lot where his car was parked.

He was headed back to the convention center.

#

Quickly locating the booth where he had inadvertently run into her, he spotted another woman currently manning that exhibit.

"Excuse me, but do you work here?" Keith asked.

The shorthaired brunette smiled in greeting. "Yes I do. Are you interested in our line of products?" she asked enthusiastically.

Keith returned the brief smile. "As a matter of fact, I was here a while ago, but was working with another woman." Keith gave 'Cindy' as the name badge over her pocket identified her, a brief general description of the woman he'd nearly run over. Her warm friendly smile didn't exactly disappear, but with the expression on her face changing, Keith assumed that whatever sales were made, were based on commission. Obviously Cindy wasn't going to be the one to make any money off any purchases or commitments Keith made. She did however offer a name up. After all, a sale was a sale even if it went into someone else's pocket.

"You must mean Jo," she said simply. She's the only other woman besides myself working the convention. Jo and Steve are working the day time hours, I'm here covering the late afternoon early evening shift," she explained.

"Oh I see, so she'll be back tomorrow then?" he asked. At the mention of her name, Keith had felt a tightness seize his chest. Though he'd never really had a pet name for Joanne, he had frequently used a shorter version of her name whenever he'd affectionately addressed her. Coincidence perhaps? After all, the only thing about her that had honestly reminded him of Joanne had been her eyes. True, she was roughly the same height, but even that could change with time. Added to that, the rest of her face certainly didn't look exactly like the way he remembered Joanne's either. Though as he thought about it, there were subtle similarities, perhaps more than merely just the color and shape of her eyes.

"Should be here shortly around the time the doors open, about nine. Would you like me to tell her you came by?" Cindy inquired.

"Actually, I'm not sure I've really made my mind up yet," Keith tossed at her. "Just had one or two more questions for Jo regarding any price breaks based on quantity," he adlibbed. "If I get a chance, I'll see about swinging by sometime tomorrow then." 

Keith thanked her, turned and began to walk away. He stopped suddenly facing Cindy, "By the way, what is Jo's last name? If I might ask," he stated almost apologetically. "She told me, but I've already forgotten it," he added.

"Jo Carlson," Cindy said smiling once again. Keith thought she was perhaps about to ask him his, but he turned quickly, briskly walking away before she could think to do so.

"Carlson," Keith wondered. That certainly hadn't been her last name, though he supposed she could be married by now, which would explain that of course. "Idiot!" Keith chastised himself aloud as he exited the building. "Just because she looked like her a little, even had a similar first name, doesn't mean it's the same woman I once knew. And besides," he said arguing with himself, "Unless Joanne's been reincarnated, its not very damn likely that was actually her!"

#

Lucy was slightly upset when Keith informed her that he needed to go back to the office show himself. He promised that he wouldn't be gone long however, and upon his return so someone would be in the office, she could go. That mollified her for the most part, to which Keith was glad, hurriedly setting off to see if he could spot Jo, observing her for a time without her aware of his doing so.

Much to his chagrin, Keith arrived shortly after the shows second day opening, waiting patiently for Jo's arrival. Instead, he saw the same woman he'd seen the previous evening. Once he'd waited sufficiently long enough, he meandered towards the booth.

"Hi Cindy? Remember me?" he asked upon his approach, extending his hand in familiar greeting.

It took her a moment, and then she did. "Yes, you were here yesterday asking for Jo."

"Is she here?"

"No, sorry. Actually, she called in sick today. Which is why I'm here instead of her. By the way, I told her someone had come in to see her, but she didn't remember speaking to anyone fitting your description. You sure it was Jo that you spoke to?" Cindy questioned curiously.

"Pretty sure," Keith hesitated. "Do you know if she'll be in tomorrow?"

"Probably not if she's as sick as she says she is. Jo is hardly ever off work, so for her to actually call in and miss this, she has to be on deaths doorstep!"

"Ok, well...thanks," Keith said dejectedly, swiping one of the business cards off the desk before turning to leave. The address of the business was clear across town. Being there was no point in driving over there, especially if Jo was staying home sick, about all Keith could do was sit it out over the weekend, especially once the show was over, then drop by their offices on some pretense of actually finalizing a business deal. With luck, he might bump into her there and settle this once and for all.

#

The first thing Keith noticed upon arriving home was that he had a message waiting for him on his answering machine.

"Hi Keith. Wasn't sure you'd actually call me back, so I thought I'd call you instead. If you're not doing anything tonight, why don't you call me? I'm fixing a simple little dinner, thought you might like to join me at my place."

Diane left her phone number ensuring that Keith had no excuse not to call, even if it was to say he wasn't coming. Tossing his jacket across the back of the couch, Keith stared at the phone wondering if he should call her, or more importantly, if he should simply give in to his urges. He liked Diane, but he wasn't in love with her. The sex had always been good between them, he couldn't deny that. And after this afternoon's wild little episode in the front seat of her car, Keith admittedly had enjoyed it, even though he wasn't really interested in getting into another long term relationship with her that wasn't going anywhere.

With nothing but a long boring evening sitting in front of the TV set with a less than satisfactory TV dinner, Keith picked up the phone and called her. Once given directions to her new apartment, Keith showered, then headed to the store to pick up a bottle of wine to bring with him. He arrived on time stepping onto the elevator, which would take him up to her floor in a fairly expensive complex that reminded him more of a swanky hotel as opposed to a condominium or apartment building. The doors had just begun closing when he heard someone calling out.

"Hold the doors please if you would?"

Keith automatically reached over pushing the 'door-hold' button, watching them begin to reopen. As they did, Jo stepped into the elevator. It took a long moment for Keith's face to register on her, the doors already closing.

The look on her face was one of surprise, immediately followed by one that appeared almost angry.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Joanne?"

For a split second, Keith saw a profound sadness cross her face, her eyes becoming watery, then just as quickly, the anger returned, even more than it had been.

"Like I said, why are you here?" she asked him again in a much sterner tone of voice.

"It IS you isn't it?" Keith had felt an eerie, sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, up until this very moment, he hadn't been sure. Too much to hope for, the reality just too bizarre to actually discover Joanne wasn't dead, but alive. Keith felt his legs weaken, becoming dizzy as he reached out towards the wall of the elevator to steady himself. Even his vision blurred as he tried to focus on Joanne's face, her expression turning to one of confusion.

"Keith?" she finally addressed him, confirming his reality check. "Keith? You ok? What's wrong?" she asked actually alarmed.

He felt the bottle of wine slip from his fingers, all but exploding on the floor of the elevator as he swam through sea of nausea fighting very hard not to sick up. The doors to the elevator opened, and to his surprise, Joanne reached over throwing one of his arms about her shoulders as she leaned into him, half dragging him out.

By the time she reached the door of her apartment she was crying, Keith on the other hand was regaining his own sense of self, no longer needing or requiring her support. By the time Joanne had inserted her key, pushing the door open, their roles were almost reversed with Keith now taking her arm, escorting her inside.

"I think we need to talk," he told her leading her over towards the couch where she unceremoniously collapsed. When she did, Keith noticed for the first time her artificial leg. "All these years, I thought you were dead," he said in a tone of voice that emphasized his shock and bewilderment. "Why Joanne? Why?" he questioned her, the pain of her loss suddenly flooding him emotionally all over again. Yet, here she was, sitting before him alive and well, though obviously the accident had been severe enough that she'd undergone some fairly extensive plastic surgery, not to mention the obvious loss of her leg.

"Why? Why did you desert me?" she asked. "Especially when I needed you the most!"

"I didn't," he said simply. "Your mother wrote me, informing me of your death. She even called my parents, telling them the very same thing. I couldn't get leave to come home for your funeral, and long afterwards, when I tried to locate your parents, they had moved."




One Wish



Realization suddenly began to dawn on her. "Oh my God! Keith! My mother!" she exclaimed in horror. "After the accident, after they took me back home to recuperate, while I was doing so in a coma for the most part for a long time, the stress of it all..."

"Yes?" Keith urged her to continue as Joanne fought for someway to better organize her thoughts.

"My parents, they separated. My father couldn't deal with the situation any more, he'd always been at odds with my mother anyway. And she blamed him for what had happened, for allowing me to move out of the house, even though I'd moved in with my brother. She'd always been over protective of me, something that had caused many fights to occur between them over the years. By the time I'd actually begun to recover, beginning therapy, my parents were legally divorced. Even my memory wasn't as good as it should have been, too many missing pieces. When she told me that you'd fled in horror at seeing my condition, telling her that you couldn't take on the responsibility of sharing a life with someone so disfigured, partially crippled, I grew to hate you. Despise you!"

Listening to her talk, the pain, suffering she'd gone through during her long recovery after the accident, including countless reconstructive surgeries, Keith began to slowly understand her long built up animosity towards him. He also realized she held many of those same feelings towards her father, which is why she'd taken on her mothers maiden name, just as Beth had. Once Joanne was well enough, she'd moved out to the west coast to build a new life for herself. She'd landed a lucrative job in sales, finally putting her past behind her. Until fate had so cruelly caused Keith to stumble into her at the show.

"It wasn't just fate that brought the two of us here, to this place, to this time Joanne. It was destiny. All these years I've been searching for you, without really knowing that I was. Everywhere I looked, I looked for you, even though I knew, or at least thought I knew, you were dead. Every relationship I've ever been in, or attempted to be in felt wrong. Everywhere I turned, I saw you, or bits of you in other people I came to know or work with. I've been wandering around aimlessly searching for you Joanne. And now that I've found you again, I can't ever let you go!"

"But I don't really look the same way I once did Keith. So much of me, has changed, is different. There is very little of me that hasn't been replaced, or removed all together," she added turning away from him.

Keith sat down on the couch next to her, taking her chin within his hands, turning her face back around towards him as he spoke.

"It's not the package I fell in love with Joanne. But the person inside. That person is still you. Sure, you look a little different here and there, but the moment I saw your eyes, I somehow knew it was you. And besides, you don't look all that much different to me anyway, you're just as beautiful to me now as you were then."

Before she could respond to what he'd said, or react to what he now did, Keith rushed her taking her face within his hands, pressing his lips to hers in both a tentative, yet lingering kiss. Patiently, he waited, wondering and hoping at her response. When she did, it was like opening the floodgates on a dam. Joanne responded to his lips upon hers kissing him back with a forgotten longing that took him by surprise. She clenched him to her, her arms slipping around his back, pressing him against her until their bodies meshed together tightly. Keith's hands, fingers, tangling themselves within the softness of her hair, one hand resting comfortably upon the back of her neck, sensing as well as feeling the flood of goose bumps that arose 

Still kissing her, she whispered his name over and over as though in prayer, which to some extent, she was praying. Surprised, overwhelmed, yet relieved beyond measure at the emotions that coursed through her soul, cleansing her spirit with renewed hope and wonder. Keith responded in kind, her name upon his lips as he continued to toy with her upper lip, gently sucking the sweetness of her flesh within his. Their tongues periodically dancing together in a too long forgotten sensation that had them both dizzy, as well as breathless as their souls renewal continued on to even greater heights of hopeful expectation and ecstasy.

An eternity later, Keith sat back, his mind reeling, his emotions jumbled to the point that he couldn't think clearly. Every nerve ending within his body was on fire, and by the expression on Joanne's face, she was going through the exact same thing he was, only she was able to speak, where Keith could not.

"Keith, I want...No, I need you to make love to me. Now! Right now!" she all but demanded of him.

"Joanne," he began finding his voice, but she cut him off.

"I know, it probably doesn't make sense, but I don't care. Right now I need you more than I've ever needed anyone or anything in my entire life."

Keith sat mesmerized watching Joanne as she reached up and began toying with the top button of her blouse. "Keith? As much as I want this, I also don't want you seeing how badly disfigured I am, would you mind turning off the lights?"

Keith stood, turning off the overhead lighting, returning to the table lamp sitting behind him. Rather than turning it off completely however, he removed his shirt tossing it over the lampshade. Subdued, but certainly not in total darkness, Keith turned back towards her. He knew she was dealing with emotional scaring just as much as she was dealing with the physical scaring that she was so afraid of letting him see.

Joanne said nothing. Part of her was grateful that he'd at least made it tolerable for her to continue undressing. But even more importantly, by Keith's simple gesture, she knew of his acceptance regardless of how she appeared, or might appear to him as she finished slipping off her blouse, reaching behind to likewise allow her bra to fall from her shoulders. 

Sitting once again next to her on the couch, Keith waited patiently, watching her, watching as she nervously allowed her breasts to reveal themselves. Her hand momentarily covering her left breast even as her right, near perfect breast came into view.

"Don't be afraid," Keith whispered. "Don't ever be afraid Joanne. I told you, I love who you are, I'm in love with the person inside, regardless of how bad you might think things to be, I don't see it that way. And you need to know that," he told her gently.

Perhaps it was her moment of truth. Joanne found herself holding her breath, allowing her hand to fall away from her breast. She watched for any sign of repulsed expression to etch itself within Keith's face, but none came. The bright red line of puckered flesh that extended itself at an angle across the upper slope of her left breast down to the soft curvature below looked angry even now.

Joanne flinched as Keith's hand extended towards her, reflexively bringing her hand up once again. But by now, the tip of his finger had already pressed itself against the upper tip of her scar. Keith began tracing the ugly red welt downwards, softly drawing his finger upon it. To her amazement, Joanne felt relief, even excitement begin to tingle beneath the still sensitive flesh of her breast as Keith's finger tip lovingly, slowly continued to follow the path of her wound.

Even before he'd completed the exploration with his finger, he leaned forward, his lips now pressing where is finger tip had only moments ago been. Still holding her breath, Joanne gasped, Keith's lips and tongue bathing the sweetness of her flesh with a gentleness that surprised even her. As he made his way along the path of her tiny disfigurement, he paused momentarily where the brush of her hardened nipple against his lower lip caused him to detour. He savored it briefly, flicking it ever so lightly with the tip of his tongue before drawing it within his lips, barely sucking it, more a kiss in fact before releasing it to continue on his way.

When his lips had at last finished their journey, he retraced his steps, relocating the hungry needful bud of desire that stood so proudly waiting for him. He captured it, lovingly toying with it, as his hand now likewise claimed its neglected twin.

"Oh God, Keith!" Joanne allowed herself to cry out, her hand coming up behind his neck, pressing him even more intimately against her breast as he devoured her aroused flesh, allowing the electrical charges of excitement and desire to dance playfully against the surface of her now super-sensitive skin.

Slowly, Keith kissed upwards until his lips nibbled at the nape of her neck, a fresh storm of goose bumps exploding across the landscape of her soul, the hair on her neck standing on end in eager anticipation.

"I will never again let you go," he told her, his words sliding against her like fine silk as his breath lingered, his thoughts echoing, reverberating within her heart causing it to beat harder and faster within her chest.

They again kissed, and this time it was with a passion that Joanne thought herself incapable of ever experiencing, ever knowing again. Fiercely, their lips sought out one another's. Their tongues sparing in an intricate, sensual display of wanton need, desire, and unbridled passion such as the likes of which neither one had ever known.

"Make love to me Keith, please," she breathlessly urged him again. "I need you, I need to be a part of you, and you, a part of me."

This time Keith didn't even hesitate, reaching down, he deftly slid the zipper of Joanne's slacks downwards, easily placing his strong firm hands beneath the twin cheeks of her ass, lifting her, pulling away the slacks slowly away from her in one simple fluid motion. 

As nervous, fearful as she'd been at letting Keith see her less than perfect breast, she'd thought revealing her artificial leg an even harder obstacle to overcome. To her amazement however, as Keith's hands slid down her thigh towards the stump where her knee had once been, he released the catch, undoing the strap that held it in place. Gingerly he allowed the false limb to rest comfortably against the side of the couch on the floor. His had immediately cupping, caressing, the smoothness of her flesh, shocking her with his tenderness as he explored what only now remained.

Once again Keith stood, his eyes never leaving hers as he divested himself of his remaining clothing. His arousal now obvious as it sprang into view, telling her at once of his desire for her, of his love for her, seeing her only as he remembered her to be, and always would.

With surprising ease, Joanne removed the last barrier guarding her femininity, tossing the light blue cotton briefs she had worn up and over her head, laughing unashamedly, uninhibitedly as she reached towards him, pulling him first down onto the couch, then backwards. She pressed the tips of her fingers into his chest indicating as she did how she wanted him positioned for her. Easing onto his back, Keith smiled as Joanne lifted herself, settling down upon him, feeling the softness of her sex nesting against him, though not as yet capturing the turgid essence of his ever growing desire. Once again they kissed, the feel of her soft breasts pressing lovingly against his chest, his hands reaching down to cup the firm taut cheeks of her ass, kneading them contentedly within the palms of his hands as their lips and mouths once again devoured one another.

He wasn't even sure when or how it happened. His mind still reeling with the joy of her lips pressing against his, the feel of her breast comfortably trapped within one hand, the other still caressing the fleshiness of her ass. But suddenly, the liquid silkiness of her internal self had captured him, surrounded him, and now bathed him in exquisite mind-numbing rapture.

Her movements now just as fluid as she, Joanne melted into him, against him, expertly, yet tenderly. Keith slowly driving into her as deeply as could, as fully as he'd ever been, becoming a part of her in one long loving thrust that claimed them both in spiritual union that surpassed anything either one of them had ever known before.

Only after long precious moments, unmoving, yet remaining joined in a newfound universe they'd created together, did they finally move and explore the vastness of pleasure that awaited them both.

As their coupling had begun, as easily and as smoothly as though they'd been making love for hours, so too was their mutually explosive climax. Before either was hardly aware of it, they were consumed in rapturous bliss that exploded within the minds eye, their universe of stars mingling in a cosmic display of such magnitude that for a moment, their spirits were indeed combined as only the two of them could be.

Keith felt as though he were floating, still fully aware of Joanne's presence as the silky softness of her being continued to caress and encompass him.

"You have but one wish. Make it now! Make it now!"

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Keith felt the warmth of the morning sunlight coming through the partially drawn curtains, dancing upon his face. As his eyes opened, his vision blurred momentarily as he attempted to take in his surroundings. Finally it began to clear. Sitting next to his bed, Joanne sat with her head bowed forward, arms comfortably folded across her breasts, sleeping.

"Joanne?"

Strangely, Keith's voice sounded weak, thirsty. "Joanne?" he managed to say again, this time shaking her awake from her slumber.

"Keith? Oh my God Keith!" Joanne screamed rushing to his bed, screaming his name over and over, kissing his forehead before tearing out into the hallway screaming for someone to come to his room.

He smiled. She looked just like she always had. Beautiful and perfect as ever. He didn't need to look beneath the covers to know that his leg was gone. The vague impression of stepping out onto a landmine, the concussion, the spread of fiery shrapnel digging into his chest creasing him from the top of his collarbone in a diagonal across his heart.

Placing the tip of his finger on top of the hospital gown he was wearing, he knew exactly where the angry red slash began, and where it ended without even looking.

Joanne, beautiful, beautiful, Joanne stepped back into his room, her eyes filled with joyous tears, and a love Keith knew he would find with no other.

His wish had come true.



One Wish



Dark coffee slopped over the side of the wimpy styrofoam cup as Trish banged her fist on her desk.

"God, I can't seem to make a break on this case," she groaned. While tangling her fingers in her hair, long tendrils escaped their braid to rest along her forearm as she leaned over the case file.

She'd been working with the police department for two years, and they'd finally given her a "biggie." ' Well, if you can call a string of break-ins with the homeowners bound naked in bed with duct tape a "biggie," then I guess I'm finally in the big time,' ' she laughed ruefully to herself.

It had been a rough few weeks, and she knew she had to earn her way up, but couldn't there be something a little more interesting than a Duct Tape Robber to help her on her way?

Trish leaned back in her chair, bending back over the top to try and pop her back, before standing and stretching. It was time to go home, but she'd walk around the mostly-empty station for a while before hitting that forty-five minute drive home. If she didn't, she knew she'd be a cramped mess by the time she got to her little cottage.

Dumping the remains of the tepid coffee in the sink, she pitched the cup into the trash as she made her way down to the old cells. They were all empty; prisoners now were held in the jail across the street in the mechanized cells they controlled with remote access. The old lock-and-key cells were a thing of the past, and the old cots had been traded for more comfortable ones so that the officers could crash in the cells between shifts if they didn't want to go home.

Trish wandered down the short hallway, idly glancing in each of the cells as she walked past, noting the little things that had been forgotten by other officers. She sighed as her mind automatically took her back to the cluttered break-ins in the file back on her desk.

"Jesus, I just wish I could solve this case already, and move on to something bigger, better!" Sighing again, she bent at the waist to stretch her back, groaning in contentment as the muscles lengthened and gave her some relief.

"I can give you that."

Flipping around, her hand rested on the butt of her service revolver as she looked for the source of the male voice. "Who's there?"

"I am but a humble servant, my sweet. I'd say you could call me a genie, but I'm so much more than that." The timbre was so deep, and it seemed to echo and vibrate deep inside her, resonating with each word.

"Who are you? Where are you?" She loosened the snap with her thumb, fingers never leaving the casing as she turned.

A soft sound had her turning the opposite direction, and her hand went limply to her side as she took him in.

He--for there was no denying that the creature before her was very male--leaned against the bars of the first cell in the block, wearing nothing but a skimpy red loincloth that did nothing to hide his attributes. It bulged before him, the soft-looking leather not even touching his thighs.

Trish shook her head and blinked rapidly as she realized that the gleaming skin that rippled with muscle wasn't black, as she'd initially thought, but a deep, marbleized blue. ' Like the midnight sky,' she noted, and her eyes moved upwards, taking in the width of his muscled thighs, the breadth of his chest that swelled with each intake of air. Even his neck was lovely, if such a word could be used for a creature like this.

His hair was white, falling beyond his shoulders to caress his chest and back, and his eyes glowed red as he stood staring at her. Each glance she could nearly feel against her skin, and she wondered if he could see through her clothing.

"I am Dorin, a wish-master." He lifted away from the cell and stepped toward her, the air crackling with his power. "Each time a human being makes a wish, one of us is there to grant it."

"A wish-master... because I've fallen asleep at my desk, right? And now I'm having a delusion about some sexy genie coming to grant my wish and I have to have sex with him for it to happen," Trish mumbled. She shoved a hand back through her hair again, the braid falling loose as she turned a quick circle, trying to think.

"I'd be sarcastic and ask if you've met our kind before, but something tells me you'd shoot me," Dorin stated, and crossed his arms over his muscled chest, his lips crooking in a smile.

"So you'll break my case if I have sex with you?" she asked, fixing her smiling green eyes on the strange man in her jail. Inhaling a sharp breath, she realized her body was somehow already responding to him. Her sex had begun to pulse, and she shifted, hoping the pressure would ease the ache.

"No, pretty lady." The wish-master moved closer, his body moving with fluid grace as he put himself in front of her. "I give you something you want, because I get to fuck you and take my pleasure."

He backed her against the bars, making her gasp; she whimpered softly when his hands curled around her waist, lifting her so that he could rub the hard length of his cock against her heated sex. Her body flamed, shuddering as her hips rocked instinctively into his, and his eyes glowed a darker red when she ground herself on him.

"So you agree to the terms?" He leaned in close, his lips hovering over the curve of her neck as he shifted her along his shaft, drawing a whimper from her with each teasing stroke.

"I get what I want if I allow you to fuck me.... Yes." Trish's voice was clear but almost a whisper, and she cried out as his mouth settled into her flesh, the sharp pain of his bite momentarily blinding her to the feel of his body against hers.

He growled low in his throat as he pulled back from her, licking her neck to close the wounds from his fangs. "The unspoken part of the bargain, little one. It binds us, and insures that my powers will give you what you want once I'm pleased."

Dorin stroked her lips, and Trish gasped as she felt the cold iron bars against her naked back. He'd stripped her with his magic and she groaned when she felt the heat of his skin all over her. Her nipples rasped against his smooth chest, and she felt him against her lips as his hips moved in slow thrusts.

"I love those noises you make, little one," Dorin purred against her neck, biting gently as he pinned her to the bars with his hips. His hands freed, they roamed up and cupped her generous breasts, his thumbs brushing over the tight pink tips peeking through the waterfall of her long hair.

Her head dropped against the bars, and a small groan escaped her lips. As his mouth worked her neck, her hands moved to cup his shoulders.

"Ah, ah, ah, little one. You can't touch me." Dorin's breath washed over her skin, and she suddenly found her hands cuffed to the bars over her head, drawing a whimper from her. She pulled lightly and found she was secured; the realization caused her hips to lurch into his.

He pulled away from her; she felt her weight drop, skin rubbing against the iron bars behind her as she hung there, her toes just barely able to lift her. Trish's breath came in sharp pants, and she blinked up at him. She squirmed with some unexplained want, hungering for him while he just stood before her.

In a blink, he was against her, his dark blue hands lifting her breasts with his palms, his lips nuzzling against her pink tip as the black nails of one hand teased and flicked the other nipple. His teeth grazed the peak, and her whimper was quick. He bathed it with his tongue before pulling it into his mouth for a strong suck.

Trish's back bowed as he pinched and tugged, her hips bucking, yearning for him to touch her molten core. "Dorin, please!" she whimpered, squirming. 

"This is for me, little one. I'll please you if I see fit." His purr was warm against her nipple as he switched his attention to the other, the sudden pinch of his fingers on the damp tip sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her sex.

Her back arched under his touch, and the sensation of his mouth made her groan as one hand coursed down her body and cupped her. A finger slid easily inside, and her hips thrust forward.

The heaving of her breath mingled with the wet sounds of his finger dipping inside her dripping pussy even as her body trembled against the iron bars. She was panting and begging for more, and he slid another finger into her, his thumb slipping up to rub and caress the throbbing nub of her desire.

Dorin slowly straightened, his other hand gliding down her body, his fingers leaving her to trail wetly over her thigh as he stroked her thighs. He lifted her, opening her wide, and she whimpered her disapproval.

"No... please, I want to come for you!" she pleaded, her head rolled against the bars, dark tendrils of her hair flowing over her shoulders..

"I warned you, little one," Dorin purred as he settled his throbbing cock against her. "I take my pleasure, I grant your wish." Baring his teeth in a feral grin, his hips bucked, and he impaled her with a single sharp thrust.

Her cry echoed around them, and her pussy clenched hotly at him as his hands curled beneath her knees. Gripping her, his growl was low and heated; his eyes glowed brighter, the red seeming to burn into her soul as he moved, his body moving fast and hard.

Tightly clenching the bars over her head, Trish felt her hips arching, matching his rhythm. She cried out, sweat beading on their flesh, the wet sounds of sex and the scent of her arousal filling the air as she trembled beneath his onslaught.

"Hmm, I want much more," he growled, and the air suddenly seemed to snap and sizzle around them.

Her eyes opened wide when she felt his hands caressing her breasts, pinching and tweaking her nipples. Her gaze traveled down the deep blue skin glistening with sweat to see another set of arms had sprung from his torso. Feeling a hot wave of pleasure with a sudden added pressure against her ass, her eyes fluttered closed.

Both sets of arms seemed to lift her higher, and the ones gripping her knees slid back to her hips, sliding her legs over his forearms as he angled her hips.

Dorin's next thrust was slower, and she cried out. She yanked on the cuffs at her wrists as what felt like a second, thicker cock breached the tight ring of her anus, making him groan.

His eyes flashed to white as Trish's body lurched at the sudden sensation of being filled so completely. Her body slowly accepted the length of both cocks as they pierced her so intimately. The stretching burn sent shivers unlike anything she'd ever known upward from her pussy, scorching a path from her clit to her nipples. Throwing her head back against the bars, a low, wanton moan escaped her throat.

"Fuck me, yes!" Her shout was one of pure pleasure, and she shook in his arms, sweat gliding along her throat between the valley of her heaving breasts as Dorin took up a fast rhythm. His hips lurching against hers, he threw his head back and growled, eyes glowing with an intensity that lit up the entire dim cell block.

"So fucking tight." His words were nearly unintelligible, but his fingers tightened at her breasts and hips; so tight that some strangely sane part of her brain knew they'd leave bruises on her flesh, but right then she didn't care.

One hand stroked its way up her leg, lifting it to his shoulder, and dropped between their bodies to massage the aching bud of her clit, causing her to spasm and come on his cock.

He couldn't take any more and gripped her body even tighter, lifting her higher into his thrusts that grew almost punishing in their roughness as she spasmed around him.

"Come again, little one. Scream for me," he demanded, and almost howled as his body erupted into hers. Both of his cocks spasmed and jerked, unloading spurts of white-hot cum deep inside her.

Trish trembled and shook in his arms as the room began to dim, her body reeling in aftershocks even while she felt his body changing, slipping back to normal. Shuddering, she felt the cock in her ass withdrawing; his hands stroked along her legs, drawing her down while she purred into his ear.

She barely heard the clink the cuffs made as they opened and fell to the floor. Her body fell languidly against him, her arms dropping limply to their sides. The blood rushing into the numbed digits made her fingers tingle, only seeming to heighten her pleasure.

Low chuckles filled her ears, and she felt herself being lowered to something soft. A cot in one of the cells , some distant part of her brain noted as a blanket was pulled over her body.

"I am well pleased, dear one. I enjoyed fucking you. I shall fight for you should you make another wish." Dorin's voice was distant as she drifted off to sleep.

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Laughter and the smell of fresh coffee brought Trish awake with a jolt.

Sitting upright, she pushed the blanket away from her legs, slightly startled to find herself dressed. She stood and stretched, noting the way her body was free of aches, even though she knew it should be twinging after her experience with Dorin the night before.

"Hey, Ramirez! You awake yet, lazy?" A uniformed officer poked his head around the cell door, and he grinned at her.

"Stilton just got a look at the case file you left on his desk: Good work in finding the links and clues that finally caught that duct tape freak! He wants you in his office at oh-nine-hundred for a full debriefing on your findings so we can haul that scumbag in." Norton grinned and held out a cup of coffee.

"My ... " Trish trailed off, blinking as she realized how fast Dorin's magic worked. "Okay, man. I've just gotta hit the ladies' room and get freshened up before I talk to the Chief. Thanks for letting me know."

She smiled as she stood and folded the blanket. Heading off to the bathroom, she laughed when she realized she already had all of the answers she'd need for the big guy.

'Dorin does really thorough work,' she thought. ' Now, what do I want to use for my next wish?'

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One with Everything



by Carla Shaw

Suzie and I were sitting in a motel room, waiting for the pizza and talking about delivery boys. It amazed me that she, too, had often fantasized about them. That's when we thought up our plan.

Suzie was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, but underneath, I knew she had on a sexy pair of high-cut, lacy and racy, deep purple panties with a matching bra. She was gorgeous, dark and exotic, with long black hair and almond shaped eyes, and she was my best friend.

I'm not gorgeous, not dark and exotic, but average height, average brown hair and on the heavy side of plump. Don't get me wrong; I'm no dog. Guys always seem to find me attractive; must be the "girl next door" look. And tonight, I dressed as I usually did, in a long peasant dress, and although my outside was not strikingly "sexy", my red seamed stockings, black and red lace push up bra undies, and garter made me feel like a whore.

Suzie took off her T-shirt and opened the fly of her jeans, while I unbuttoned my dress completely, except for one at the waist. We unlocked the door, got the pizza money ready and lay on the king-sized bed that came with our room. Giggling, we talked of what could happen as we slowly caressed each other.

I trailed my fingers along her forearm as she shivered and closed her eyes. "You're ready for pizza! Aren't you?" I asked laughing.

"Or something," she answered with a naughty smirk.

We were not sure what to expect when we heard the knock on the door but, looking at each other and nodding, we both called, simultaneously, "Come in!" and in walked the cutest young man (probably in his early 20's), tall, tanned, and nicely built, with about a quarter inch of blond peach-fuzz on top of his head.

He was a little shy, looking at us lying on the bed, but smiled, closed the door behind him, and announced "Pizza!" Suzie and I started laughing and pointed out the small pile of money, which lay between us on the pillow. We then lay back and waited to see what he would do.

He just stood there, smiling in a confused way, when suddenly his face lit up, he set the pizza down, and walked to the bottom of the bed and knelt on the edge. He stretched as far he could but the money was beyond his reach. Shifting his weight, he took a kneeling step up further and again reached for his payment. This time, his hand was between us and we both rolled toward each other, trapping his arm beneath our breasts. He gasped, and tried to pull away, but he was completely at our mercy. Then he smiled, realizing that our mercy would be tender. "I'll do whatever you say," he said with a broad grin, "just don't hurt me."

"Sit up," said Suzie, and he obeyed, resting his back against the headboard, "and put your hands on your head." He did as she asked, and watched, breath held, while Suzie removed my stockings from my shapely legs. Kissing the pizza-guy on the cheek, Suzie proceeded to tie each of his wrists to the legs of the bed. Then she found another pair of stockings in her suitcase, and tied his ankles to the legs at the foot of the bed. His cock grew hard, pushing against the polyester of his uniform pants, and his breathing was shallow, when he allowed himself to breathe at all.

I started my portable CD player, which was preset with some slow sensual music with a heavy bass-line. The kind of music that is perfect to strip to. Or to fuck to. Swaying to the sexy beat of the music, Suzie and I moved towards our captive, from either side of the bed. We stroked his fuzzy head, and then came together, kneeling on the bed, dancing and gently caressing each other. Taking our own sweet time, we slowly undressed each other, planting tiny kisses on each other's bodies as we exposed each tantalizing inch of female flesh. By the end of the first song on the CD, we were stripped down to our sexy undies, and as the second song began, we started using our tongues to tease the pizza-guy, and please each other. Running my hands over our prisoner's thighs, I enjoyed Suzie's tongue lapping at my neck, and my chest, and she made her way down to my breasts, slipping her tongue between my massive boobs. Smiling at the man bound on the bed, I let my hand get within inches of his obviously hard cock, before kissing Suzie on the mouth, deeply. Our tongues danced together to the sexy music on the CD, as he watched and sighed.

Moaning into my mouth, Suzie wrapped her arms around me. She ran her hands up and down my back, and cupped my generous buttocks with her hands, drawing me closer. Moving one hand off of my ass, she deftly unhooked my bra, letting it drop to the bed, exposing my lavish tits and hard nipples to the hungry eyes of our hostage. Breaking our kiss, Suzie kissed a trail back down to my bosom, and flicked her tongue over and around my pert nipples, making me sigh audibly. Running my fingers through her long sable hair, I luxuriated in the feel of her tongue on my breasts.

Quitting my breasts, Suzie kissed and licked my tummy, and moved further down to my thighs. Pushing my legs apart, she kissed my vulva through my panties, and a powerful jolt ran up and down my spine. With one hand, I played with my tits, and with the other, I held Suzie's head between my legs, as she ate my pussy through my soaking panties. Our prisoner's moans made me turn to look at him. He was clearly enjoying the show, his cock straining against his pants, his hips gyrating, and I was wholly enjoying giving him that show. I could feel his eyes on me, as surely as I could feel Suzie's tongue on my cunt.

Lifting my legs up in the air, Suzie began peeling my drenched panties off of me. My pussy was now in full view. Resting her head on my left thigh so that the pizza-guy could still see, Suzie licked my bare pussy, and God, it felt marvelous! In seconds, my body was vibrating with my imminent climax. Shouting obscenities, and thrashing wildly, I came hard, and my cum flowed into Suzie's waiting mouth, while I grabbed the pizza-guy's leg in a vice-like grip.

Climbing on top of me, Suzie kissed me firmly on the mouth, allowing me to taste my thick sweet cum. Mmmm, I love to taste me. Tumbling over towards our bound hostage, I took the dominant position with my beautiful lover, and proceeded to make her purr with my gifted tongue. I licked her neck and her tummy, and all up and down her legs, before languidly removing her pretty bra and sexy wet panties. Taking her perky nipples between my lips, I nibbled them, and flicked my tongue over them, before sucking on them like a baby. I lashed at her nipples until she was moaning, and wrapping her legs around me.

Making sure that our helpless victim still had a good view, I gave Suzie a pleasing tongue-bath. I licked every inch of her, from her face and neck, down her back, and all over her sexy ass. I tasted each of her toes, and tickled the bottoms of her feet with my tongue, and then moved up her legs, and licked her inner thighs. She spread them wide, but I avoided her sweet pussy for now. Continuing her bath, I licked her tummy, and her hips. I was driving her absolutely crazy with lust, and I knew she was ready for her first orgasm.

Sliding my tongue into the delicate folds of Suzie's pussy, I smelled her sweet perfume, and tasted her delicious honey. While I licked her to oblivion, Suzie reached out to the pizza-guy's hard cock. She barely brushed it with the palm of her hand, and I thought the poor guy would cum instantly. Rubbing his thigh, and pulling my hair, she moaned in ecstasy as I licked and kissed her gorgeous cunt. Screaming out my name, she arched her back, and as I slipped a finger gently into her pussy, and clamped my mouth over her clit, she came in waves, and I drank down every drop of her tasty love-juice.

"Are you enjoying the show, honey?" Suzie asked of our guest, when she'd recovered from her climax. He could only nod, and smile. "Well, I think it's time for you to give us a show. Don't you agree Carla?"

"Definitely," I answered honestly.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Don't ask silly questions, little boy," snapped Suzie, "you'll find out soon enough." With that, we unbuckled his belt, and tugged down his brown polyester slacks to his knees, revealing his blue cotton bikini briefs.

"Mmmm, sexy," I mused, and lightly raked the bulge under his briefs with my long nails, which made our captive gasp with pleasure. He gasped even louder when Suzie pulled his briefs down to join his pants. His cock was as hard as it could be, and the head was swollen and dark purple. Poor guy, he really needed some attention. I touched it lightly with my fingertips, as Suzie disappeared into the washroom, where she retrieved a glass of warm water. She poured some of the water onto his rigid member, and then squirted a liberal portion of creamy hand lotion over it. It would make the perfect lubrication.

"Are you right handed?" Suzie asked.

"Um. Yes," he answered puzzled.

"I'm going to untie your right hand, then," she said, moving to the stocking restraining his wrist. "You are not to touch anything except for your cock. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

And sitting side by side in front of him, lazily stroking each other's clits, Suzie and I watched as our prisoner stroked his slick hard cock. He was reluctant, at first, I guess because of the silly stigma attached to masturbation, but Suzie told him that he wasn't going anywhere until we saw him cum. It didn't take him long to get over the stigma, and his reluctance. Soon, he was stroking with abandon, his eyes darting back and forth from Suzie to me, to our faces and to our tits and cunts. "You like jerking off for us, don't you?" asked Suzie. Though it seemed to be less a question than a statement.

"Yes, I do," he answered between grunts, and I thought he was sincere.

Licking his lips, and stroking madly, our prisoner was making me hot, and I ground my pussy against Suzie's hand, and she did the same to my hand. All of us were in a frenzy of lust, and before I knew it we were cumming. Not precisely at the same time, but close enough. Suzie and I shuddered and screamed, while growling and bucking his hips, the pizza-guy shot a huge wad of semen high into the air. It landed on him mere inches from his nipples! He continued stroking for several more minutes, squeezing a couple more gobs of cum from his cock.

Catching my breath, I went into the washroom, and came back with two warm wet washcloths. Suzie and I tenderly cleaned up our guests, while he thanked us most profusely for the "...best tip I've ever gotten!"

When he was all cleaned up, we untied him, and he got dressed and left us to our meal, after receiving tender kisses from each of us.

The pizza wasn't the greatest, but it was adequate. And the service! We couldn't have asked for better.