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Meredith

By: sadistic_strutta



She hurriedly walked to her apartment in the windy night. She heard what sounded like footsteps following behind her. Why this sudden paranoia and anxiety that has risen up in her chest? She did not know but her instinct reminded her to keep walking and to not stop. A low laugh filled the air and hurried her steps. Tears welled up in her eyes and her heart increased its already frantic pace. Blackness engulfed her vision and she could feel herself falling, never knowing when she would hit the ground. Something cupped her head, maybe a hand? She wasn't sure.

"Meredith?" a familiar voice rasped hoarsely. A scuffle seemed to take place with a couple new voices making violent noises, the sounds of feet scuffling and fists connecting to other parts of the body.

The noise ended. Silence and blackness embraced her mind completely.

When she began to come back to consciousness she felt the warmth of breath on her and the crushing weight of a warm body on top of her.

"She's coming around," a male voice stated.

"I know Manny, now she can enjoy herself like I'm already enjoying her," the male above her grinned.

Meredith began to struggle as the realization of what was happening to her sunk in. As she began to wildly fling her fists and kick her legs the other man, Manny, came over to help restrain her.

"Whoa now little girl, I won't hurt you . . . much. Now lay back and relax and enjoy the ride."

Royce came and held her wrists firmly in his lap, "If you're good I'll let you play with my dick so you won't get bored while he tries to fuck your brains out."

"Shut up, I'm bigger than you and much better too. Just hold her down for me, I need pussy."

"Like I don't?"

"Sloppy seconds."

"I think the boys just crawled back inside me."

With a laugh Royce unzipped his jeans to pull out a slightly over average penis that had yet to become firmly erect but it was fairly big around. Meredith knew that she would enjoy him despite the circumstances. She loved a big fat prick in her pussy. 

Royce stuck two fingers deep inside her warm hole, already wet with shameful anticipation she moved her hips slightly to meet those fingers. He pumped slowly, increasing his pace to a frenzy of movement until she came to release.

"Oh man, I want some of that," Manny yearned as he moved the palms of her hands over his growing erection.

"Spread your legs wide baby doll," Royce groaned. She obeyed willingly, spreading her legs as wide as possible where Royce could see her swollen pussy wet with her juices. Manny groaned and pulled his erect twitching cock out of his jeans. 

"I want her to suck my cock. Fuck her doggy style."

"You heard the man, get on your knees darling'."

Meredith rolled on her belly, sticking her apple shaped bottom in the air she leaned in to take in the Manny's long and fat penis in her mouth.

Royce painfully slipped his cock in Meredith's tight pussy, nearly ripping her apart. She moaned around the dick in her mouth in pain and pleasure, enjoying the feeling of being filled from both ends. Being pumped constantly, anticipating the end.

"You like my big dick in your mouth there sweetie? You like me fucking your mouth? Hmm?" Manny asked goading. When Meredith didn't answer right away he rammed his dick hard and fast down her throat, making her gag. "Answer me bitch, you like that?"

She quickly moaned her approval, sucking him harder and faster. He relaxed, groaning in pleasure. Royce, who was abusing her pussy with his large dick, began beating her franticly, smacking her ass and pulling her hair.

"Oh baby, not much longer now. I need to slow down. Your pussy feels so good; I don't want it to stop. Ahh man," Royce gasped. He slowed his pace so he could slowly pull himself out. "Here man, you fuck her, tell me I ain't right."

"Better yet, let's tag team her."

"What do you mean?"

"One of us takes her ass and the other gets her pussy."

"Oh ok sure. I'll take her ass," Royce agreed.   

"C'mere baby, crawl up here and we'll fill you up right."

Meredith crawled in Manny's lap where he placed his dick in her swelling pussy. Pulling her close he crushed her mouth to his. She reached behind her to fondle his balls. His hand came up to roughly grab her breasts and pinch her nipples. She sucked in her breath in pain.

"Hey man, what's up with that? I thought we were tag teaming her?"

Manny stopped what he was doing, "Sorry boss, just having some since you've had all the fun with her so far."

"Get your little dick out of her pussy, that's my spot."

"I don't think so," Manny opposed then looked at Meredith. "Baby, turn around and face me while my pal tries to fill your ass with his little prick."

"You son of a bitch."

Meredith did as she was told and raised her puckered ass for Royce to enter. Slowly he guided his way inside her till he was at the hilt. Manny entered her pussy again to make her full of cock.

"Oh I feel like I'm going to be ripped apart but it feels so good," Meredith crooned. She began to rock back and forth until the two men found their own rhythm. Manny cupped a hand to her mound, slipped a finger under her hood, and then began to massage her clit. Instant pleasure spurred her from the stimulation, she moaned in appreciation. Royce, as he pumped her asshole, bent over in order to cup her breasts, knead them and to pinch and tease them. He also laid streams of kisses along her shoulders, back of her neck and top of her back as he leaned back he raked his fingernails along her spine, making her arch in response. He returned his hands to place them on either side of her hips.

"Smack her ass a good one boss, I think she'd like it," Manny suggested while continuing to pump her pussy. 

"Oh yeah, spank me, I've been such a bad girl," Meredith urged.

Royce obliged, smacking once, being gentle until he began to hit harder and harder. As her bottom began to burn a bright red he quit. The three of them continued to moan louder as they near their climax.

"Ooo! Oh shit! Oh babies!" Meredith yelled while the men grunted out their orgasm.

"Shit man, I haven't fucked someone that good in months. I might have to keep you around pretty girl," Royce complimented.

"Only if you pay me," Meredith smiled back sweetly.

"Money shots anytime you want baby," Royce replied.

Meredith laughed, "So long as I'm the only one receiving them. I don't share well with others."

"I can't promise you that sweetheart," Royce responded.

"I can," Manny chimed in.

"You can't either; you're my tag team partner."

"Not any more after tonight, if Meredith will have me, I'm quitting this game."

Meredith smiled sweetly, she couldn't believe what she was doing and had done . . . and will do.

"Yes, I'll have you, so long as you fuck me better and better everyday."

"Yes ma'am."

"Okay you two have a good life I'm going to finish what I started tonight. Your guy friend over there is still passed, I'm going to take him home and get some of my pent up frustration out. Say good-bye Meredith because I guarantee you'll never see him again," Royce stated, walking off to drag the other man off into the night.

Meredith watched with horror but Manny's arms came around her.

"C'mon hun, don't worry about it. Let's go." 

Off they went.

Meredith



Author's Note: My sincere gratitude to my editor, Janiexx for tightening and refining my story. Thank you!

*

The soft light of the full moon shown through the bedroom window and cast pallid shadows on the walls. I gazed lovingly at Meredith sleeping peacefully next to me; her sleek naked body shimmered in the watery diffuse light. Gently, I moved a few limp strands of brown hair away from her eyes. 

"...you're in my heart, you're in my soul; you'll be my breath when I grow old. You are my lover, you're my best friend; you're in my soul..." the sound of Rod Stewart's raspy voice filtered through my brain. 

I looked past her, through the window at the brilliant pale disk as it rode high in the firmament. From my earliest years, I took little stock in fortune tellers, tarot, astrology or any of the metaphysical sciences that supposedly influence our destinies. 

But, I firmly believed in the impact, the power that Earth's solar companion exerted on my life and the lives of those around me. With consummate gentleness, I ran my fingers over Meredith's velvety warm cheek and recalled that wondrous evening when we first met. 

La Bella Luna: 

When I first saw the moon that night, it filled the horizon. As it rose higher in the sky, it grew brighter and brighter until everything was bathed in its unearthly glow. 

It reminded me of the movie "Moonstruck" and how that vivid white ball exerted its influence on the romantic lives of the characters.

"...when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore..." I could hear Dean Martin singing in my head.

Manny and I watched the DVD at least once a month. In spite of the fact that it was a chick flick, he loved it as much as I did. We knew whole sections of dialogue by heart and would act out our favorite parts. 

The crowd for Taryn's party filled the patio and pool area. Paper lanterns were strung across the entire yard and combined with the surreal moonlight, gave one the eerie impression that it was daytime. 

Recovering from a very brief and messy relationship, I was on the prowl for something fresh but different. While the straight world usually held little promise for scoring, I was tired of the bar scene and had some success in the past meeting women at weddings, parties and believe it or not a Bat Mitzvah. 

Cheryl was a very pretty mother of two young boys who'd never satisfied her bi curiosity until she met me. When she found out I was a CPA, she asked if I would do her income tax return. Later, I discovered she wanted me to do her as well. It was quite memorable. 

Under the influence of too many beers, I surveyed the crowd for potential candidates and my eyes settled on one that really intrigued me. She was with her boyfriend, a squirrelly kind of guy with skinny legs and arms to match. 

She's way out of his league, was the first thing that came to my mind.

The girl had presence and from the start I could tell that she was not your "ply with alcohol, easy lay," type. In her powder blue tight fitting top and blue jeans, she cut a slim, sexy figure. 

"See anything you like?" my best friend Manny smirked.

"Oh yeah," I said, with my eyes on the prize.

"Oh boy Vicki, by the sound of your voice, you must be in love or something. Which one is it?" 

As discreetly as possible, I pointed to the cute girl with the short cropped brown hair. 

"Not bad, but I've seen much better looking chicks walking around. Why her?" he asked. 

"I dunno, there's something about her...I'd really like to get into her jeans," I answered as Taryn walked by me. I hoped she didn't hear what I said. 

"Hey, wait a minute, I know her; she works in product development. Her names Meredith," he stated. 

Manny was appraising my choice carefully.

"I can't imagine she'd be much of a challenge?" 

"I think you're wrong about that, my amigo," 

"Come on, I'll introduce you," he said and led me over to where she was standing.

The first thing I noticed about Meredith up close was her gray eyes. I had never met anyone with that color eyes before. They had a twinkle that intrigued me from the start.

After the introductions, Manny was looking at every prospective female that walked by. 

"Ok, let me see if I can get lucky tonight," he stated and rubbed his hands together.

"Yeah, with lady palm and her five sisters," I barked at him and Meredith cracked up.

Although her eyes held my attention, Meredith smiled at me in a very natural way. With some folks, you can tell that it's a forced smile but not hers; it was very inviting. I'd like to know you better, it broadcast. 

With her boyfriend Pat standing mute next to her, Meredith talked in a casual manner. She worked for MSD, a major pharmaceutical firm in our area and to my surprise, grew up only five miles from my parents' home. Tired of living in an apartment for the last five years, she was looking to purchase a townhouse near where she worked. 

"Hey, my dad's a realtor with Town and Country Real Estate," I stated excitedly.

"Think he can help?" she asked.

"Yeah, no problem," I replied even though I had no idea if I could help her. 

We exchanged cell numbers and I immediately entered her details in my phone memory. I promised to call the next day and went in search of Manny but he was no where to be found... 

**** When I visited my parents' on Sunday morning, my mother seemed unusually happy. 

"You're looking very chipper this morning mom," I stated.

"Oh, your father and I had a very nice evening last night. We went to dinner, a movie...I don't know what got into him but..." 

"Ok! Time out, TMI, too much information," I bellowed covering my ears.

"Victoria, your father and I might be middle aged but occasionally, we have...ah...certain urges," she smiled looking every inch a "Stepford Wife."

My mom was rarely pleased about anything. Then, I heard my dad singing in the bathroom; he was in the shower really belting out some golden oldie. An image of him and my mom wrestling in the bed flickered through my brain and made me want to gag. 

Abruptly, I remembered the moon last evening. Oh shit! My parent's were Moonstruck, I thought to myself. 

When my dad entered the kitchen wearing a silk robe and softly singing "You Make Me Feel So Young" with a broad grin, I groaned aloud. 

"What's with her?" he asked my mother. 

"Don't mind Victoria dear, she's got a wild imagination," 

As soon as I eliminated any thoughts of my parents' midnight bedroom romp from my mind, I mentioned Meredith's search for a house. After he reviewed the information that she gave me, he came up with a suitable area and price range close to her employment. 

"Unfortunately Victoria, my plates rather full right now. I can print out a list of possibilities and if you want to..." he said 

"Ok dad, I'll help her," My seldom used real estate license was about to be put to good use. 

Spending time with Meredith was a top priority for me and my father gave me a list of open houses for that afternoon. I doubted that she would accept my invitation on such short notice but when I called, she readily agreed. 

I picked up Meredith at her apartment and she was very excited about house hunting. As she chattered away describing her likes and dislikes in a home, I was impressed with her eagerness. She had a very straight forward way of presenting her thoughts and her bubbly, warm personality was comforting

After we strolled through the last and most expensive open house on the list, Meredith looked very pensive. 

"This is more difficult than I thought but I really like this one a lot," Just following Meredith around the different homes was a treat for me. Her top was form fitting and the pair of denims she was wearing, showed off her slender figure delightfully. While not large by any stretch of the imagination, her chest was in proportion to the rest of her body.

"Vicki, can you hear me? I'm curious to know what you think about the last house?" she asked and snapped me out of my daydream.

"Oh yeah, I liked it very much," I answered, feeling like some dizzy broad in a movie.

Unfortunately, I couldn't remember one detail.

"Did you think the kitchen was too small?" she asked. 

"No, but maybe we should walk through one more time," I was starting to feel like my real estate agent father.

After spending several hours traipsing into and out of houses, we took a much needed break at O'Malley's Pub. 

"You hungry? Cause, I'm starving!" Meredith asked.

Meredith ordered a full course meal with a draft beer; an impressive amount of food for a lean looking young woman. She gazed at me with an amiable expression. 

"Thanks for showing me around today; I appreciate your kindness," Her sincerity and sparkling gray eyes were like a magnet to me. 

"Aw, it was my pleasure," 

During our meal, we chatted about our jobs and mutual friends and realized that I was one of the few people in our circle who didn't work at MSD Pharmaceuticals. 

Damn, the girl can eat, I mused quietly as Meredith polished off her broiled chicken breast, baked potato, bread and salad followed by another beer.

"How do you stay so thin?" I asked. absentmindedly as some bits of salad went into her cute mouth.

"Oh...scuse me..." she answered, swallowing the last morsel of food. 

Watching Meredith eat so heartily put me more at ease. I had several brief liaisons with skinny girls, who ate like birds. Anorexic to the core, they were neurotic to the core as well. I shuddered when I thought about them. 

"Do you want the whole story or the abbreviated version?" she asked.

"The whole story if you don't mind," 

Meredith was smiling serenely at me. "Ok, you asked for it." 

In less than twenty four hours, Meredith's witty mind and friendly disposition had won me over. She started on her story.

"In order to give you a full account, I have to go back to my school daze. In middle school, I really got the urge to participate in sports and I tried them all. But, swimming, gymnastics and softball were my favorites. Now, I've always liked to eat and usually carried a few pounds more than I should have on my frame. But, when I got to high school, the highly competitive atmosphere demanded a trimmer physique."

She carried on. 

"At the end of tenth grade my gymnastics coach recommended a sports boot camp to improve my fitness level and at my insistence, my folks' signed me up for four weeks of hell. The first day was a horror show. It all started with a five mile run, twenty five military style pushups, ten pull ups on the bar and so much more. The next morning my body hurt so badly, I could barely do one exercise but I persevered. 

I wasn't prepared for the intense level of training and quietly cried myself to sleep for almost a week. Every morning at six am the moans and groans of tired and very sore girls getting out of their bunks filled our barracks type housing. But, all of us were committed to making ourselves better athletes and we supported and encouraged each other to do their best. The intensity of the exercises and the twice a day five mile treks over obstacle courses, stimulated everyone's appetite and we ate like wolves invited to a sheep ranch for dinner. By the time camp was over, most of us were zealots for the extreme style of work out that we participated in. I lost ten pounds with the result that for the first time in my life, I was in excellent shape. I excelled in sports my last two years in high school and made the swim team my freshman year in college until a shoulder injury ended my career," she stated with humility and pride.

Although I considered myself slim or slender, my workouts had grown stale and I wanted a tighter body look like Meredith. 

"Except for illness or injury, I train five days a week using the same principles and my weight hasn't fluctuated more than two or three pounds since college," she proclaimed.

"Do you suppose you could show me sometime?" I asked, realizing that I was more than a little intimidated by her.

"Sure can!" she exclaimed and we arranged to meet the following Saturday at her gym. 

**** During the week I was in contact with Meredith concerning the houses that we looked at. On Thursday evening, we met at her apartment to discuss putting a written offer together. 

After an hour of back and forth discussion, Meredith decided another Sunday of house hunting was appropriate. With the business part of the evening out of the way, we both visibly relaxed. 

"Hey, how bout a beer?" she asked kindly. 

"Only if you're having one too," 

When Meredith handed me a bottle of Corona, she had a mercurial smile on her face. 

"How long have you known Manny?" she asked.

"Our friendship goes way back to elementary school; first grade to be precise," I replied.

"Wow, that long?" 

"Yeah, we're an odd couple, Manny and me. But, he's like the brother I never had. We rode the same school bus and within a week, we became fast friends. I remember he was kinda dorky looking with eyeglasses and a goofy grin. 

Being so young, I guess it never occurred to either of us that boys usually played with boys and the girls with girls. Poor Manny... as we got older, he was teased by the boys on our bus. But, I was a feisty kid with a quick wit and protected him by hurling insults right back," I stated.

My eyes started to mist up thinking about the past and the important role Manny played in my life.

"In spite of all the ribbing, our friendship grew stronger until we were inseparable. Even when the teenage years hit with the onslaught of puberty, we remained the best of friends," I mused. 

"I have a brother; he's only six but a neat kid. I love him to death. When I visit my parent's, I always bring him a treat or a small present. He calls me Merry, you know, like the character in "Lord of the Rings," she stated. 

Meredith's demeanor changed and her look became more contemplative. She was sitting on the sofa holding her knees when she spoke.

"Jeez Vicki; I thought I'd be married by now and have a couple of kids." 

The glimpse into Meredith's private world made my heart palpitate with emotion. 

"I have a great job, make good money and got a few bucks saved but..." The sadness was evident in her voice. 

"What about Pat?" I asked, mentioning her boyfriend. 

Meredith rolled her eyes but never answered me. Suddenly, her entire disposition brightened.

"Hey girl, don't forget about Saturday!" 

"Yeah, I know - eight am?" 

"Uh huh, and be prepared to sweat!" 

She let out a tiny yawn and it was my signal to vamoose. At the door, I gazed at her smiling face and felt the pangs in my chest, a presage of the feelings that would grow into romance.

"Thanks Vicki," she said quietly, and pulled me against her for a friendly hug. 

Meredith's fragrant scent, her individual aroma consisting of perfume, body wash, lotion and oils, wafted into my nose. Jesus, she smells wonderful, I thought and reluctantly pulled away to say goodnight. 

**** As planned, early on Saturday we met at Meredith's gym. I was impressed at how many pull ups Meredith could do on the overhead bar and stopped counting at twenty from sheer embarrassment. 

"Come on, give it a try," she urged. 

By the time I reached eight, the muscles in my arms and shoulders were on fire and quaking with fatigue.

"No bad, not bad. With practice, you'll do a lot better," she said encouragingly. 

Push ups were the next order of business and Meredith cranked out twenty five with veritable ease. After the pull up bar, my arms were wobbly as jello and I made it to ten before I collapsed on the mat. 

On side-by-side treadmills, Meredith was able to keep a conversation going despite the fact that she was running at a faster pace than me. I was capable of smiling and head nods but talking was beyond my ability.

Meredith loved the free weights and demonstrated the proper technique in the basic exercises. For her lean and athletic appearance, she preferred lower weight with high repetitions but one day a week, she lifted much heavier weight for strength.

By the time, Meredith showed me the elementary kick boxing moves, my body was tired but I persisted. With supreme patience and a total lack of hubris, she guided me through a workout that left me drenched in sweat.

"The muscles in my stomach really developed when I added kickboxing to my routine," she stated and lifted her top to show me the outline of a six pack on her belly as proof.

I stared at Meredith barely able to hold my head up and wondered how she could screw her scrawny boyfriend with his weedy body. 

The fucker must be in nirvana when she's riding him, I thought enviously. 

Still clad in our workout clothes, we stopped at Danny's Diner in Bridgeport for breakfast. 

"You know, my dad brought my sister and me here practically every Saturday night when we were kids," I said wistfully after we ordered. 

"Did you have a happy childhood?" 

"Yeah, for the most part," 

"For the most part?" she enquired.

"Oh, I don't want you to get the wrong impression but my dad, being a realtor, worked a lot, especially the weekends. My mom seemed to be overwhelmed taking care of my sister Janine and me. I don't remember her smiling or laughing very much," I replied. 

"Were you one of those wild and rebellious teens?" 

"Nah! But, I had my moments. Hey! What about you?" I asked. 

"Me? Are you kidding? When I wasn't practicing for whatever sport I was involved in, I was usually studying. A first class nerd for most of my teenage years, I didn't have much of a social life until I was a junior in high school. 

My gymnastics teammate, Clarissa, was my very best friend and educated me on wardrobe, makeup, dating and she...really brought me out of my shell," she said in a low voice, suddenly becoming very pensive and almost regretful. A few tears appeared in her pretty gray eyes. 

Meredith looked down at the table with a shameful expression and I placed my hand over her wrist. 

"I guess I should explain...I mean...she was my closest friend and..." 

"Hey, you don't have to explain anything," I said reassuringly.

"Sometimes, I really miss..." she paused. 

The waitress brought our food and looked quizzically at Meredith, then at me as if to imply that I was responsible for her tears. I shot her a scathing look and she abruptly retreated. 

We ate in gloomy silence but in typical Meredith fashion, it didn't last long and as she tore through her omelet, a smile reappeared on her face. 

"So, what did you think of the workout?" she asked.

I feigned having trouble holding up my fork and Meredith chuckled happily. The heartfelt kindness conveyed by her expression warmed my soul and lifted my spirits. 

After we parted for the day, I thought about Meredith's revealing look into her past and it didn't bode well for me. Whatever occurred between Meredith and Clarissa was serious enough that it ended their friendship... 

Did Clarissa make sexual overtures or advances toward Meredith? I didn't want to jump to conclusions but it was the most obvious explanation. 

**** On Sunday we met to look at more houses and couldn't help thinking about Meredith's boyfriend, Pat. If they had a close relationship, why wasn't he with her. 

Buying a home is one of the biggest financial decisions that a person makes during their lifetime and the input from a companion, friend, or family member is considered invaluable.

Another bevy of open houses filled our afternoon. Meredith's friendly and placid demeanor put me at ease and made the entire task enjoyable. 

By five o clock, we were seated at O'Malley's Pub, enjoying each others company. Meredith ate another full meal but I noticed that her selections were generally of the healthy variety with broiled meats and light dressings for the salads. She steered clear of fried foods and her only indulgence was beer. 




Meredith



We chatted about our careers, friends and families until the early evening. Meredith was turning out to be one of the nicest and warmest female friends that I ever had. She had the uncanny knack of drawing me into her world and making me feel as though we'd been friends for a long time. 

We neglected to talk about the houses that we saw and I telephoned her on Monday.

"I didn't see anything that I liked; I guess I'm a difficult client," she said sheepishly. 

I assured Meredith that nothing could be farther from the truth and we spent the next six weeks looking for houses but also tightly bonding as friends. 

Once Meredith decided on the end unit in the very upscale Landisville Meadows, my dad got involved and the three of us spent several evenings ironing out details and drawing up an agreement of sale.

On a chilly afternoon, I stopped at my dad's office to deliver the signed contract with initialed changes. 

"Looks like your friend's bought herself a house," he said with satisfaction. 

"Thanks dad, I appreciate all your help." 

"You did the hard part, showing her the homes and spending the time necessary to make the sale possible." 

I felt a little embarrassed because my real motivation had nothing to do with selling Meredith a home. 

"Victoria, I hope you don't mind me saying this but..." he paused. His face became thoughtful and I expected some sort of criticism; this was how he usually started his diatribes. Getting up, he closed the door to his office.

"What dad?" I asked irritably.

"How long have you known Meredith?" 

I'm sure I had a mystified look on my face because my dad, with the exception of Manny, never asked about any of my friends. 

"Oh...a couple of months, I think. Why?" 

"Because, Meredith really impressed me; she's one of the nicest and most charming young women I've had the privilege of meeting. Intelligent, warm...I've spent just a few hours with her and..." he replied, but stopped and looked as though he was searching for the just the right words.

"I guess what I'm trying to say...she's the kind of individual I hope to see you with someday...ah...in a relationship." 

Now I was beyond stunned; my mother and father rarely commented about my sexual proclivity. To my mind, they always treated it as a non issue; something that existed but was never publicly acknowledged. 

I distinctly remember the day I told them. The expression on their faces remained calm and while they accepted it, there was no out pouring of support or understanding. They were non committal and generally remained very low key about my sexuality. In all my years of dating, I never once entertained the thought of bringing anyone home for them to meet. 

My mother expressed to me on several occasions that my younger sister Janine would supply them with grandchildren. Holidays at my mom and dad's were usually spent with them fawning over Janine's kids. 

My eyes welled up and as fat tears poured down my cheeks, my dad took my hands in his.

"I mean...one day...your mother and I...won't be here...you know...and I only want what's best for you...that you have someone in your life that you love and loves you just as much. I...oh I'm not making much sense..." 

My father was not only making more sense than I thought he was capable of but his emotion and heartfelt feeling towards me made me hug him tightly, the silent tears sliding down my face as we embraced. 

"I know I don't say it very often but...I love you Victoria and...I want you to be happy," he exclaimed and I knew he was crying too. They were the most tender, kind words my father had spoken to me in years and I wept until his shoulder was wet.

"I love you dad," I blubbered hoarsely. 

From that day onward, my dad and me shared a more open and affectionate relationship. 

What A Girl Wants: 

The process of purchasing a home brought Meredith and me much closer together. I went with her to Lowe's and Home Depot so that she could decide on paint colors, new carpet and new tile for her kitchen. 

Why Meredith valued my opinions more than her close family or friend's was a mystery to me. 

After the real estate settlement, I spent countless hours with her, painting, cleaning and finally, helping her move into her prized possession. I met her friends and her family. Rather quickly, I discovered that they were just as nice and sweet as Meredith. 

"Merry!" her little brother cried when he saw her on moving day. 

"Nicholas!" she exclaimed and hugged her beloved brother tightly.

"Mommy said I could help you," he declared with innocent sincerity and it made my eyes mist.

When Meredith turned to introduce her brother to me, she looked into my damp eyes with curious delight. After the introduction, she continued to gaze at me with a warm, affectionate look and my heart throbbed with feelings for her. 

My world revolved around Meredith. We worked out at the same gym, we dined together almost daily and on the weekends, partied like two very close gal pals. I spent many a Saturday night in her guest room because I was too looped to make the trek home. 

My acceptance into her circle of friends was stress free and I was one of the gang without any complications. However, most of our socializing was spent with each other to the exclusion of everyone else. 

Slowly, my friendship with Meredith took on a new dimension. Without sounding cliché, she was positively sisterly toward me and yet in my heart, it felt like it was more than that. Although I was raised in a non-religious home, I prayed in my crude way for my romantic feelings to be reciprocated. 

Often, Meredith's gray eyes gleamed with sentiment when we were together. She exhibited a playful, humorous side that balanced perfectly with her occasional serious demeanor. At first, I thought it was due in part to her scientific training but realized that she displayed a depth of character rarely seen in my other acquaintances.

Meredith was fiercely loyal to those around her. Usually, if she had something planned with a friend or family member, she would politely decline an invitation but she always seemed to have room in her schedule for me. 

In spite of the fact that Meredith was dating Pat, I was baffled at how little they saw of each other. After she purchased her home, her relationship with Pat appeared to be in serious decline. But, whatever dynamic their association was undergoing, one thing was certain, she was spending much more time with me. 

I became keenly aware of the evolution when I called Meredith to invite her to attend a concert that one of our favorite local bands was giving at a well known venue. She explained that she was going rolling skating with Pat and asked if I would join them.

"Meredith, I've never roller skated in my life; I'll make a fool of myself." 

"Not with me there," she replied confidently.

"But, you don't want a third wheel interfering with your date," I stressed.

"Bullshit, I wouldn't ask ya, if I didn't want you to join us." When we met at the roller skating rink, the look of anxiety on my face must have touched something inside Meredith because although she was on a date with Pat, she stayed by my side the entire time.

"Vicki, my god, you're shaking. Here, take my hand and try to relax," she said patiently and guided me slowly along the outside perimeter. 

Half way through, Meredith put her arm around my waist after I had a near spill. The sensation of her body next to mine was comforting and gave me some confidence at the same time.

During a much needed refreshment break, we chattered away like two hens and generally ignored a very bored looking Pat. Several times Meredith tried to draw him into the conversation but he wasn't interested.

We were ready to resume our activity when Pat declared that he was feeling under the weather and wanted to leave. At first, I thought that the evening was over but soon discovered otherwise. 

"Vicki, can take me home," she told him gazed at me hopefully.

'Yeah...sure can!" I said enthusiastically. 

Meredith didn't appear to be concerned over Pat's speedy exit; in fact, she seemed to really enjoy the evening. There was no further mention of his name and we indulged in a couple of beers after the skating.

As we sat at O'Malley's Pub, I gazed at Meredith's adorable countenance with my emotions running riot. When I returned from a bathroom break, my legs were still shaky from my skating experience and I plopped in a very ungainly manner onto my seat causing her to guffaw heartily.

"What's so funny?" I giggled, trying to sound serious but failing.

"You on roller skates!" she laughed.

For the next half hour, we recalled my funniest moments and while it might have seemed cruel to an outsider, it was all in good natured fun. When I pulled up in front of Meredith's home, she reached over and embraced me tenderly.

"I had a great time tonight," she said.

"Me too," I replied.

"Hey, next Saturday, let's have dinner at the William Penn Inn," she suggested.

**** When I arrived at her home at the appointed time, Meredith wasn't ready, which was unusual behavior for her. She was seated at the kitchen table and I immediately saw that something was wrong because she looked so down in the mouth.

"Wassup?" I asked quietly.

"My mom was right," she said gloomily.

"About what?" I asked. 

"After college, it's all downhill," Meredith's eyes filled up and her lower lip started to quiver. This had to be more than just post college blues. 

"Hey," I said, putting my arm around her. 

"Oh Vicki, I broke up with Pat last night." 

"I feel bad for you," I murmured sympathetically but inside I was celebrating.

"Last night, he was looking for some kind of commitment from me but...I don't feel it with him, you know - love; I'm not in love with him." 

"I'm so sorry," I whispered. 

"I'm almost twenty nine and up until a few months ago actually thought about marrying somebody I don't love...Jesus Vicki, I feel like a loser," she said despondently. 

"You are not a loser, it just...wasn't meant to be."

"Thanks, you've been such a good friend to me." She looked at me sad eyes.

My innards were churning with desire for her but I kept my cool. 

"Where did you meet Pat?" I asked.

"Originally, in college but I didn't date him until about two years ago." 

"What was college like for you?" I asked, frantically trying to change the subject.

"In what way?" 

"I mean did you go on a lot of dates, that sort of thing," I enquired 

"Not really, but I usually had a boyfriend. I was a science major so it was mostly; eat, sleep, school work, lab time and party on Saturdays," she answered.

We moved to the sofa and I realized my arm was still around Meredith's shoulders. She didn't seem to mind so I kept it there. 

"It wasn't all work and no play, then?"

"No, I had lots of fun but I took my studies seriously. Hey, what are you driving at? Are you trying to say I was a pencil neck geek?" she hit me with a couch pillow. 

I reciprocated and we had an old fashion pillow fight that got physical. We wound up on the floor but with Meredith's athletic body and strength, she easily positioned herself on top of me. She gazed at me, her gray eyes sparkling.

"Looks like I win," she said, and twisted my ears. 

I could have put up more of a fight but I was enjoying every second of Meredith's physical domination. She didn't appear to be grieving very much over the downfall of her relationship with Pat. Any anxiety, tears or whatever emotional stress she was experiencing seemed to be short lived. 

"Hey, let's go to dinner but afterward, I say we hit the bars until closing," she announced.

Much later, as we took a taxi back to her home, I was six sheets to the wind while Meredith was very tipsy but steadier on her feet. 

"You're not in any condition to drive, you better spend the night," she said in a woozy voice. 

Meredith helped me to the guest room and when she went to look for a pair of fresh pajamas, I decided to change with my back to the door. As I pulled my tight denims off, my panties slipped enough that the butterfly tattoo on my right butt cheek was exposed.

"Hey, that's a cool tat," she said with a lot of interest. 

I kept my underwear at half mast so Meredith could get a good look. 

"Did it hurt?" 

"Kinda, but it was more uncomfortable than painful," I said, pulling my drawers back up. 

Meredith had a very thoughtful look on her face. 

'Wassup?" I asked and put on the pajamas she handed me. 

"I've always wanted to get a tattoo; not very big, just large enough to be visible. Maybe a rose." 

"Since it's your birthday next week, it'll be my gift to you," I offered.

"Thanks Vicki! You really mean it?" 

"Sure thing, something small but classy; there's a place downtown that had good reviews in the newspaper." 

"Ok, what about next Friday, the night of my birthday!" she said excitedly and gave me a friendly hug.

Meredith's kind, friendly affection was getting to me. What started out as a desire to bed her had evolved into heart pounding romance; except for Manny, she was my closest friend but I realized I wanted much more. 

**** "Dexter's House of Ink" was easy to find and it was a clean, brightly lit establishment that made me feel at ease. Meredith looked apprehensive but the man behind the counter was helpful. She looked at all the rose flower designs and after much debate and consultation with me, decided on one that she liked. 

"Where do you want it? Any idea?" he asked.

She nodded and pointed shyly to her inner thigh, right next to her crotch. Considering the size and detail, it was the perfect spot and would only be visible during intimacy or a very skimpy bikini bottom. 

"For that location little lady, my wife Belle will do the honors," he said with a sigh. 

Dexter led Meredith to a small enclosed area with a curtain for privacy.

"Is it ok if my friend is with me, you know, for moral support," I heard her ask.

When I entered Meredith looked nervous but Belle was a professional.

"Ok, now darlin', I can't do much through your blue jeans," she said and tapped her fingers on Meredith's knee. 

Meredith looked shell shocked.

"My dear, it's nothin' I haven't seen before; Ok?" Belle assured her. 

Meredith inched the denims down her legs leaving a pair of sexy French cut panties in place. Using a mirror, Belle and Meredith agreed on the exact spot.

"Hold my hand," she asked me, clearly in need of support.

As Belle set to work on the tattoo, I gazed lustfully at Meredith's lean and toned legs. I was dying to see what she looked like under the triangle of cloth covering her sex. She had creamy flawless and unblemished skin.

Several times, Meredith clenched my hand but she was a real trooper. When we left Dexter's, she admitted that it was uncomfortable but she liked the result. 

"In a way, it turned me on," she confessed shyly and her comment left me speechless. 

At Meredith's birthday party, many of our mutual friends were there and Manny, of course.

"Hey, I'm goin' outside for a smoke; come with me," Manny yelled in my ear as the noise reached painful levels. 

When we reached the side patio, Manny was regarding me with an intensely curious look.

"What?" I practically shouted at him.

"I have something to ask you but please consider my request before you say anything." 

"Ok, that's cool," I answered. 

"I want you to be my best...ah, man or woman at my wedding," he asked humbly. 

I stared at him in disbelief. 

"You remember last year, on the night of Taryn's party? Well, I ran into an old flame and..." 

"Claudia?" I asked.

"Yeah, I mean we dated on and off for most of college but damn...I hadn't seen her in five years maybe longer. That night we reconnected and I don't mean just physically...it feels right; you understand?" 

"Oh Manny, I'm so happy for you," I said and hugged him. 

Unexpectedly, I recalled the radiant oversized moon that night and it dawned on me that its influence extended to my best friend. Manny had been Moonstruck! 

"Vicki, you've been my best friend since what, first grade? So, will you do it? Be my best...woman?" he pleaded. 

"You know I will," I answered excitedly. 

Manny was very pleased but he looked at me with that curious expression again.

"Have you made any progress with, Ms. Gray Eyes?" he asked.

"Her name is Meredith," I blasted at him.

"Chrissakes, don't get your tits in a wringer, I'm only askin'," he said with a wounded look.

"Shit, I'm sorry Manny, I didn't mean..." 

Manny looked very closely at my face and started to laugh. 

"You're falling for her!" 

"I didn't plan on it," I said sheepishly and looked down at my feet. 

"Hey, any chance she might have any feelings for...you?" 

"I dunno, sometimes I think she does but I just can't tell." 

"Any mattress action?" he quizzed me. 

"Nah, I might as well join a convent; this is the longest dry spell in my life. But, when I think about having sex with another girl, it feels like I'd be cheating on Meredith; stupid, huh?" 

Manny was staring at me with amusement.

"Fuck Manny, I've never met anyone like her. She's really freakin' smart, you know, geek smart but great sense of humor; she can really make me laugh." 

"You got the bug Vicki and it's called love." 

"Now, the girl can talk but it's not bullshit; she makes observations about stuff that impresses the hell out of me. You know, Meredith's got more personality in her little finger than most girls have in their whole body. She's so damn nice, sweet and really innocent about some things. 

Jesus, my heart beats faster when I'm with her and I get this incredible feeling in my bones; yeah, it's love," I stated. 

Manny was regarding me with a look of compassion. 

"Girl's got a real sexy aura about her that eclipses physical beauty and she reeks of it in my presence," I stated with amazement. 

Manny embraced me with a half smile on his face.

"I don't remember you talking about anyone else in this way." 

"I know this might sound crazy but on the night of Taryn's party do you remember the moon? How bright it was?" I asked cautiously.

"Nah, I don't think I remember; why?" 

"Oh, it's not important." 

By the time I rejoined the party and found Meredith, she was feeling no pain. 

"Hey girl, where've ya been," she said in a tipsy voice

"Oh, just hangin' out." 

After I grabbed another beer, I stood sullenly in the kitchen until the crowd thinned out. I was starting to think that my pursuit of Meredith would most likely be mired in friendship with no hope for romance. 

The girl is straight laced with no gay bones in her body, I thought. By the time, the last person left, I was on my umpteenth beer, feeling very sorry for myself. 

Meredith sashayed into the room, singing a tune by Jet. "...long brown hair...she's so cool with her get back stare...be my girl, be my girl...won't you be my girl..." but stopped when she saw my expression.

"Yo Vicki, why the down face?" she slurred. 

Meredith was standing in front of me swaying ever so slightly. She looked so damned cute with her light green spaghetti strap belly shirt and tight jeans on her slender frame. With the alcohol rushing through my veins, my resistance weakened and vanished. I leaned forward and kissed Meredith full on the lips; not once but twice with a lot of feeling. She had a surprised look on her face and immediately I felt very foolish. 

"I'm sorry; I should leave," I said apologetically.

"Don't leave, please?" she pleaded.

"I should never have done that; I'm really sorry." 

"Vicki, I liked it but I don't know..." Her eyes were filled with doubt and uncertainty.

"I understand," I said sheepishly and hung my head. 




Meredith



"I have to admit, I've never been kissed by a girl like that..." 

I felt physically paralyzed and regretted my spontaneity.

"But, I...enjoyed it," she continued coyly.

I stared at her dumbfounded. "You did?" 

"Don't you believe me?" She looked hurt. 

"Of course I believe you," I said and took her in my arms.

Meredith's face looked so sweet and defenseless that my heart throbbed with feelings. As I held her head, I kissed her tenderly on the lips and she kissed me back. Our illicit necking sobered us up quite a bit. When we stopped for breather, she was trembling. 

"Vicki...this is all so new...I don't..." Her voice shook.

Oh boy, here it comes; the speech about not being into girls, I thought and instantly I felt depressed.

"I really like you Vicki; you're my closest, my best friend. I don't know if...I'm ready for this. Part of me wants to...but I'm scared..." she whimpered tearfully.

Instead of getting mad, I was overcome with sorrow because when I kissed Meredith, I knew in my heart that she was the "one". A deluge of tears was imminent but I held back as I felt it would only complicate the situation.

"I'm sorry Vicki...I need time to think," she whispered sadly. 

Without saying a word, I grabbed my coat and left. Inside my car, I broke down and cried. A sudden tap on the half open window startled me; it was Meredith.

"Try not to be upset...I just need some time to sort out my feelings. I care about you." 

"Sure...yeah...ah...I'll see ya around," I said fatalistically and drove away. 

In my apartment, I totally lost it and sobbed because I felt like a complete and utter fool. I cursed myself for falling in love with a straight girl. Then, I realized it was Meredith's birthday and I really blew her off when I drove away. Her last words kept ringing in my ears,

"I care about you." 

As heart break enveloped my being, I wept uncontrollably. 

Baby Come Back, You Can Blame It All On Me:

For several weeks, I tried to keep a stiff upper lip. Meredith and I exchanged no phone calls or communicated in any way with one another. In the quiet of the early morning hours, I would lie in bed and stare at the shadows on the ceiling as an unbroken line of tears ran out of my eyes. 

Why did I fall in love with Meredith? It was a question I asked myself repeatedly. 

"La Bella Luna", the lover's moon, the moon of romance had drawn me to Meredith. Why? So I could have my heart broken? 

"It was that goddamn moon!" I would curse aloud in complete frustration.

I'd dated and bedded far better looking women than Meredith but she possessed that very elusive "something", a compelling quality that had my soul firmly in its grasp; refusing to let go. 

When I pictured Meredith in my head with her smiling face full of mirth or innocent mischief, it caused the tears to flow faster. 

Most days at work, I sat glumly at my desk. While bathroom breaks usually included some sniffles, I would quietly cry in my car the entire forty five minute ride home. I was mired in the serious throes of a depression and without help, saw no end in sight.

Finally, I called Manny, the one person in whom I shared my most private thoughts and feelings. He even knew of my sexual exploits or at times, lack of them. With frequent stops for weeping, I related my sad story to Manny. 

"Vicki, you're the cutest, no hottest looking woman I know who also happens to be a lesbian and I'm proud to say, my best friend," he stated with complete sincerity.

"Thanks Manny but I don't feel very hot or cute," I said gloomily. 

"Jesus Vicki, you can have any woman you want, except Claudia." he laughed at the mention of his bride to be.

"But, I don't want just anyone; I want Meredith," I whined. 

"When's the last time you enjoyed some mindless sex with another girl?" he asked seriously.

"Shit Manny," I sighed, "maybe a year."

"I think some unadulterated, no strings attached girl sex would cheer you up," he declared as though he was prescribing pills for an ailment. 

"I don't know; all I think about is Meredith." 

"Tell ya what, I'll ride shotgun for you if you want to go on the town for a night," he said earnestly. 

"I'm not sure...Manny is that the answer? Go out and see if I can get my jollies off?" 

"Can't hurt," he replied. 

**** Manny gawked at me when he saw that I was dressed to kill for a night of girl hunting at the bars. 

"Jesus Vicki, you look great!" he gushed.

My black sparkly spaghetti strap belly shirt exposed a small portion my flatter mid riff; tight low rider black jeans looked form fitting on my toned and more defined legs. A pair of black stiletto heeled strapless shoes completed the ensemble. 

"Too Goth?" I asked nervously.

"Shit no! You look good enough to...ah..." he stammered.

"I get the message," I said with a wicked smile until I realized that, thanks to Meredith's workout routine I now had a tighter, harder body. 

At Delilah's Underground, Manny and I got a fair amount of stares from the crowd silently who were no doubt wondering why I would bring a guy into a lesbian bar. Before I had a chance to order a drink, the bartender placed a beer in front of me. 

"Compliments of the lady at the end of the bar," she said with a smile. 

When I looked, my old friend Sherry waved at me. With frosty mug in hand, I made my way to where she was sitting. 

"Hey girl! Look at you!" Sherry crowed,looking me up and down. 

"Thanks, I said bashfully.

Sherry was an occasional "fuck buddy" as the straights say, when I was looking for that type of action. Full bodied, sexy and horny as all get out, she was a dynamo in bed. 

Many beers later, I found myself in Sherry's apartment with my arms wrapped around her neck while she kissed me passionately. I was really getting into it. Maybe Manny was right after all, I needed some sex to cheer me up.

A trail of clothes led to Sherry's bedroom where she was rolling and tweaking my aching nipples. Now, the girl had a serious tit fetish and would suckle me until I was delirious with pleasure. When her lips attached themselves to a hard nip, I just lay back and let the incredible sensations wash over me. 

My pussy was leaking into my panties; the only piece of clothing that was still on my body when Sherry started the downward trek to my sex. Before she got to my sopping wet slit, I had a vision of Meredith between my legs instead of Sherry.

You want Meredith...you lust for her...you love her, my mind was crying out.

As my entire body sagged with regret, I stopped moaning or making noises of any kind. It was entirely true; I yearned for Meredith. I longed to feel her soft lips on mine and hold her in my arms. The unfulfilled desire to be with her was stronger than the day that I drove out of her life. My heart ached for her. 

The inevitable tears flooded my eyes and Sherry looked at me with astonishment. 

"Hey, are you ok?" she asked with shocked concern.

"I'm sorry Sherry, I...ah..." I replied in a shaky voice and I really started to bawl. 

When Sherry sat up, I fell into her arms and sobbed. 

"My God...I've never had this kind of reaction before...cries of ecstasy maybe but not weeping," she declared. 

Sherry's comment made me chuckle a bit and it helped to calm me down. 

"Ya wanna tell me what this is all about?" she asked gently and looked into my sodden eyes.

"I'm in love with someone...I don't know if she feels the same about me...she's straight and..." Sherry looked at me with a ton of sympathy. 

"Hmm, a difficult situation indeed," she agreed.

Sherry held me close as I whimpered and sniffled. 

"Come on, get dressed and I'll drive you home," she said kindly.

In Sherry's BMW, I sat with my head down, feeling extremely embarrassed that I ruined her evening. 

"I'm really sorry about tonight." 

"Hey, forget about it; we've been friends for a long time. I understand." Sherry took my hand in hers and gave it a friendly squeeze. 

"I've been where you're at sweetie; I know what it feels like." 

"You have?" I asked.

Sherry was in her mid thirties and whenever I was around or with her, seemed so cheerful and upbeat.

"Oh yeah, a similar situation but mine occurred back in college. Lorraine, my closest friend at the time was a real beauty with olive dark skin, black hair and a smokin' hot zaftig body. The girl exuded sex appeal on the level of a Marilyn Monroe. 

We'd roomed with each other for about a year when one Saturday night, we're staggering home from a frat party, absolutely loaded and falling all over each other for support.

Lorraine was giddy with laughter but once we were in our dorm room, her entire demeanor changed. She kept staring at me with this smoldering look and the next thing I know, I'm in bed with her, kissing up a storm.

Let's just say, it was the most incredible night of girl sex I've ever had. In retrospect, I guess because I had romantic feelings for her and after that episode; I was in love with Lorraine," she said sadly.

Sherry sighed and I saw tears clouding her usually sparkling eyes. 

"Lorraine was my first love and...believe me...I had it real bad...but, she was only bi curious; or so she said. Anyway, she was curious enough that we did it a couple more times but emotionally, I was a wreck. 

While I honestly expressed how I felt to Lorraine, she refused to discuss her thoughts or feelings with me. It placed a terrible strain on our friendship and I moved out at the end of the semester because it was just too much for me. While we remained friendly, she kept her distance up to the day we graduated. Last I heard, she married a surgeon in Ohio and had two kids." She sighed heavily.

Sherry parked in front of my apartment and turned to gaze at me with a kindhearted smile.

"Sometimes I have these fantasies that Lorraine is unhappy and regrets what happened between us but..." 

I reached over and gave her a hug.

"Look, I don't like to give advice but it's important that you let your object of desire know your true feelings. I just hope she has the love in her heart for you that you have for her. I'll be rooting for you Vicki," she declared.

"Thanks Sherry," I murmured. 

**** Every Sunday I visited my grandfather at his efficiency apartment in the retirement home. With a bag of fresh pastries in one hand, I knocked on his door with the other. He always wore a nice pair of slacks and dress shirt with a sweater and tie. 

"Hello grandpop," I said warmly and hugged him. 

"Victoria, how are you child?" 

I was unable to hide the tears that crept into my eyes.

"Not so good; huh?" he asked, still holding me. 

"No, I'm fine," I answered trying to hide my sadness.

"Since the first time that I held you as a baby, I know you better than your parents." 

My earliest recollections concerning my grandfather are about a connection, a bond that existed between us and confounded my mom and dad. 

"I'll make us some tea, ok?" he stated cheerfully and spread the baked goods on a plate. 

As we sat at the small kitchen table across from each other, eating a sweet and drinking our tea, he kept looking at me with a smile. 

"For a month now, when you come and see me, you look sad; why?" he asked gently.

The flood of emotion inside me burst. I started weeping and put my head in my heads. My grandfather came to me and put his arm around me.

"Victoria, you are as precious to me as life itself; tell me what is troubling you. Is it something in your heart?" he asked. His voice was so kind and when I looked up at him his eyes were wet with tears. 

I embraced my grandfather, who, apart from Manny, knew me so well. 

"Please don't grandpop, I hate to see you cry." I gently brushed a few tears away with my fingers. 

"Crying is a part of life and the older you get...well...you miss the good times...now, tell me what is bothering you." 

"I don't know where to start," I answered gaining some self control.

"You're in love with someone maybe?" he enquired

"Yes, I'm sure of my feelings but I don't know if she feels the same way about me." 

My grandfather was very understanding and supportive when I told him about my preference for my own gender. 

"After her birthday party, I kissed her and..." I said, and the tears flowed anew.

As I bawled on his shoulder, he gently rubbed my back. Eventually, I got the whole story out. 

"It sounds like there's more in her heart than just friendship, otherwise she wouldn't feel confused or threatened," he stated with wisdom.

I looked at my grandfather and stopped crying.

"Victoria, the path to love can sometimes be a difficult journey. Being in love with someone can be hard work but if they love you, it's worth more than all the money on Wall Street.

Everyone looks for love because no one wants to be alone. Unless of course you're Greta Garbo..." he said with humor and my mood lightened rapidly.

"I'm afraid; afraid she doesn't feel the same about me." 

"There's only one way to find out," he stated. 

"I know but do I send a card or email or call her or..." 

"Say it with flowers. That's what they're always telling people on those TV commercials," he declared. 

Damn! If that didn't seem like a good idea and I resolved to send Meredith flowers first thing Monday. 

"Thank you grandpop. I love you." I embraced him tightly.

**** The following morning I stood in my local florist shop deciding on an appropriate floral arrangement for Meredith. When the sales person handed me the note card that would accompany the flowers, I stared at it as though it were infected with a deadly virus. 

What do I write? How much of my true feelings do I convey? My mind seemed incapable of wrapping itself around those questions.

But, when I remembered my grandfather's and Sherry's advice, I recognized the need to express myself in a forthright manner. 

Dearest Meredith,

Please accept the flowers with my sincerest apology for spoiling your birthday. 

You're the most dynamic, sweet and wonderful person that I feel privileged to know - my best friend. The last thing I want is to hurt you in any way. 

But, I can't take back the kisses that we shared. And, I can't apologize for the loving feelings in my heart. 

Not just the love of friendship but romantic love. 

I miss you. 

Vicki

When I handed the clerk my credit card, I had no inkling if this would work or not. Maybe it would drive Meredith farther away but I had little time for speculation, it was the busiest time of the work year for me and I was inundated with clients and deadlines. 

At the end of the day, my boss requested my appearance in his office to discuss what he perceived as a growing problem with my performance. As I sat quietly listening to his list of grievances, I was close to crying. 

"...and I heard from McClellan and McClellan this morning. They were none too happy with the delay of the audit...blah, blah, blah..." he droned on until the tears appeared in my eyes and his demeanor softened considerably. 

But, for all intents and purposes, my performance had slipped during that difficult period in my life. My boss had every right to call me on the carpet. Although he declined to formally write any recommendations for improvement in my file, I was issued a verbal warning. 

"Vicki, you're one of the best CPA's I have working for me. I'd hate to lose you but..." His voice was full of concern. 

With my pride injured, I drove home in a foul mood. I was pissed at myself for letting my love life interfere with my job. My firm recruited me right out of college and I had worked damn hard to achieve a high level of success. 

When I heard my cell's musical ring, I angrily grabbed my purse and dug around with my fingers trying to find my elusive phone. Because it was tax season, my first thought that a client was on the other end, clouded my mind. 

"Hi Vicki, remember me?" the voice was familiar and the tone poignant.

Because of my troubles at work, I had temporarily forgotten about Meredith. I closed my eyes as my spirit rejoiced; not a very good idea on the congested Crosstown Expressway. 

"I could never forget you, Meredith." I nearly swooned and tears gathered in my eyes.

"I've missed you Vicki..." 

"I've missed you too." 

I was weeping and trying to drive at the same time. 

"I got your flowers today and...the card...I haven't stopped crying," she bawled. 

"Everything I said came straight from my heart, its how I really feel," I croaked.

"I'm sorry for the way I overreacted," she replied.

I was crying so hard that my voice failed me.

"Vicki? Are you there?" She enquired, her voice panicky.

"Yes, I'm here," 

"Can I come and see you? We need to talk." 

I was only one exit away from Meredith's house.

"Stay where you are, I'll be there in five minutes," I pleaded and drove at breakneck speed down the off ramp. 

When Meredith opened the door, I immediately saw that her eyes were red and puffy. 

"Oh Vicki, I'm so happy to see you." She started crying and I fell into her arms.

When I pulled back a little, Meredith gazed at me with the most soulful eyes, brimming with need. I kissed her and the sensual, tingly feel of her lips spread throughout my being. 

For what seemed like hours, I held Meredith in my tearful embrace and deep inside; I knew that I would always love her. Finally, I tenderly kissed her forehead and taking her hand, led her to the kitchen where we sat across from each other at the corner of the table.

With my hands in hers, Meredith looked into my eyes.

"You know that I care about you," she said. 

I nodded my head and thought - this is it, the big let down. I like you but... 

Meredith stared at me with an intense look that turned my knees to jelly.

"I've done a lot of soul searching and I asked myself a lot of questions. How will my family react? How will my friends react? Am I ready to have a relationship with another woman? What are the consequences?

Some days, it completely dominated my thoughts. The more I tried to understand my feelings logically, the more I realized that emotions have no basis in logic. One of the pitfalls of my scientific training, I guess," she stated shyly, and her hands tightened around mine.

"Do you remember when I spoke about my high school gymnastics teammate, Clarissa?" she asked. 

"Uh huh," I answered.

"Clarissa was my best friend and in senior year, she admitted to me that she was gay. I felt so close to her that I didn't care and we remained very dear friends. 

But, it all changed graduation night when Clarissa tried to kiss me. She professed some very deep feelings for me and it really freaked me out. I'd never considered having sex or a relationship with another girl. I kept telling myself that I was into guys but in the back of my mind... 

I asked myself the same questions and fear of what my family and friends would think was crucial in my making the wrong decision because I had developed some deep feelings of my own for Clarissa. 

In the end, I hurt someone that I really cared about and I've regretted it ever since. I don't want to make the same mistake twice. 

Vicki, in just a few months, I felt closer to you than anyone else in my life. Since the night of my birthday, I've asked myself over and over why I feel so attracted to you. Why I have this powerful urge to be with you. 

But, it all adds up to the same thing, I want you in my life" she declared.

I moved closer to Meredith and took her in my arms. 

"More than anything, I want to be with you," I sobbed.

As we stayed locked in an amorous embrace, I gently kissed her face and neck. 

"Umm, that feels nice," she purred, taking my head in her hands and kissing me passionately. 

With a beseeching look, Meredith led me to the bedroom. We fell back on the bed and made out for a long time until the burning desire for us to take the next step was overpowering. 




Meredith



She walked into Murphy's Tavern, my favorite bar, and ordered a Bud Light. She sat 2 stools away from me and she was beautiful. Julie is 32 years old with gorgeous hazel eyes and blonde hair. She has a large chest for her 5'4" frame and tonight she had on a tight pair of jeans and a t-shirt that was way too tight for her 38C's. I have been fantasizing about Julie for a few months now, and she never notices that I'm even there.

It's been about 2 hours now and Julie has 3 guys buying her drinks. She has a dazzling smile and she has been flashing it a lot tonight. She's been on the dance floor with each of them, and it seems that she is going to take the tall dark haired guy home with her tonight. They walk out of the bar arm and arm. Another night that she has no idea I exist. 

"She ignored you again?" I heard the feminine voice say from my right. I looked over and it was Meredith, a sort of friend of mine from the bar. 

"Yeah." I replied,a little downtrodden. Meredith is a 5'6" blonde, with subtle highlights in her hair. She is an an account representative for a local manufacturing company and is a very pretty woman, but not a knockout like Julie. Meredith is of average build and her breasts are about a 38B. She has a nice ass that fills out her black slacks well.

"You have to stop beating yourself up over that chick." Meredith said. I don't understand what you guys see in her. Yeah, she is beautiful with a great rack, but she takes a different guy home every night and she is full of herself." 

I replied, "I know all of that, Meredith. I just can't figure out why she wouldn't pick me for a night?"

"Listen John, you're too good for her and she doesn't deserve a good guy like you. If you notice, she takes home the bad boy type, and they treat her like shit. When she finally realizes that, there will be no good guys that will want to be with her." 

Meredith was right of course. Why would I want to be with the slut of the bar? I don't want to be where a thousand other guys have been. "Can I get you a refill?" I asked Meredith. I saw her glass was just about empty.

"Yeah, thanks." she said. I called Frank the bartender over and bought her a rum and Diet Coke and also had him get me another Bud and a shot of Jameson's.

I chatted with Meredith for a while and she told me that she just broke up with her boyfriend. Neil. I asked her what happened and she said, "That bitch that you pine for slept with him 2 weeks ago." My eyes and ears perked up. She continued, "Julie got him drunk and seduced him. I found out when I heard him talking to her on his cell." 

"Sorry to hear that. Are you ok?" I asked.

"I'm fine." she replied and continued to sip on her drink.

It was about 3 am and I was a little buzzed. I asked Frank to call me a cab and told Meredith I was heading out. "I'll split the cab with you, if that's ok?" she asked.

"Sure, that would be great." I told her. The cab arrived and Meredith gave the driver her address first, since she lived closest to the bar. On the ride to her place, Meredith put her hand on my thigh and looked me in the eyes. As I stared into her baby blues, I understood what she wanted. The cab pulled up in front of her building and I paid the driver and we both walked into the lobby.

We got into the elevator and during the smooth ride to the 6th floor, Meredith pressed her warm lips to mine and slipped her tongue into my mouth. My hands slid down her back and rested on her ass and I squeezed the firm cheeks. The doors opened and we walked down the hall, hand in hand to apartment 622. Once inside, Meredith was on me again, our tongues doing their dance.

"Come with me." Meredith said. I followed her into her bedroom where she lit some candles and I sat on the edge of her bed. After she finished lighting the last candle, she turned to me and started to take off her blouse. I just stared as she removed the satin blouse and dropped it to the floor. Meredith kicked off her heels and then unhooked her slacks. They fell to the floor and she stepped out of them. She was standing before me clad in only her white bra and matching thong. I never really looked at Meredith in a sexual way before, but looking at her now, I began to feel my cock come alive.

Meredith stood in front of me and I reached out to touch her body. I was like a kid in a candy store, as I explored the smoothness of her tanned skin. Meredith tugged at my shirt and pulled it over my head and tossed it next to her pile of clothes. She knelt down and yanked off each of my sneakers and socks, and then I stood so she could remove my jeans. "This can't be happing to me?" I thought quietly to myself, as I felt my jeans and underwear fall to my ankles. I stepped of them and Meredith stood up. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to me as I kissed her neck. My hardening cock felt hot against her cool belly, 

I was kissing Meredith's neck and shoulders and I reached around to unhook her lacy bra. Once it was out of the way, I saw a pair of magnificent breasts. There were no tan lines and her breasts had no sag to them. The nipples were bright pink, and I found out how very sensitive they were when I flicked my tongue across each one. Meredith pulled my head close to her right tit and I sucked and teased her nipple as she moaned. 

My hand slid from her tit, down her abdomen, and into the flimsy thong. I cupped her mound with my hand and felt the heat radiating from her damp, hairless snatch. I slipped my index finger into her and got it slick with her juices. I withdrew it and I lightly rubbed it over her clit. Meredith had her hand on my cock and was tugging on it and getting it hard. I removed my lips from her tits and I tore her thong off of her slim waist.

I turned Meredith until her back was facing the bed, and I lowered her onto it. I stood at the foot of the bed and put Meredith's legs over my shoulders. I placed my throbbing cock at the entrance to her wet pussy and pushed. The head of my cock split her labia and disappeared into her. Meredith let out a gasp and I slowly inserted the rest of my swollen 8 inches until my balls rested against her ass.

I began to pump my cock in and out of her steamy pussy. Meredith's rignt hand went to her pussy and she started to rub her clit with two of her well manicured fingers. With her legs over my shoulders, I was able to pound into her deeply. My thrusts got quicker and so did her fingers on her hard clit. Meredith's eyes were shut tight, and her breathing was fast and shallow. 

Meredith was rubbing her clit in a frenzy as I slammed my meat into her. "I'm gonna cum!" Meredith squealed. No sooner did she say that, her body tensed and she grunted. Her pussy was contracting to the point where it gripped my cock and prevented any further movement. Her fingers kept up their assault on her clit, and she showered my abdomen and my cock with a warm stream of her cum. She was a squirter! I have never experienced a woman having an orgasm like that. It was very intense and very exciting to watch.

As Meredith's pussy relaxed around my cock, I continued fucking her. There was more than enough lubrication now, and my balls were slapping against her wet ass. Meredith's breathing was still shallow, and between breaths she said, "Fuck me Baby! I love they way your cock fucks my cunt!" A few thrusts later, I exploded, filling her drenched pussy with jets of my hot cream. 

When I pulled my twitching cock from Meredith's sloppy pussy, she sat up and took me into her warm mouth. She cleaned our combined juices from my cock and balls. Meredith picked up her torn thong and wiped it across her pussy in an attempt to clean herself off. 

"That was amazing!" I told her. 

Meredith replied, "I have never cum like that before. I mean, I have expelled some cum, but never in a powerful stream like that!" Meredith fell back onto the bed and she was lightly rubbing her swollen pussy. Some of our combined juices began to seep from her depths and oozed into the crack of her ass. 

"Here, let me get that for you." I said. I brought my tongue into her folds and lapped up her leakage. She spread her lips open for me and gave me access to her bright pink cunt. She pushed out what she could, and then stuck two fingers inside to pull out the rest. She sucked and licked her fingers clean each time she coated them with our combined cum.

I laid down on the bed, and Meredith crawled on top of me. Her pussy was at my face and she lowered her lips to my limp cock. She took me into her warm, wet mouth and slowly brought me back to life. She lowered her pussy to my lips and I licked and sucked on her clit. Every now and then my tongue would dart into her tight ass, and Meredith would let out a little moan.

My cock grew as Meredith expertly sucked on me. "I need you to fuck me with that gorgeous cock of yours, Joe." and Meredith positioned herself on her hands and knees. "I want you to take me from behind!" she demanded. 

I knelt behind her, and pushed my hard cock into her sodden cunt. Meredith gasped as I impaled her in a single stroke. I pulled out until only the swollen head of my cock remained inside of her, and then pushed all the way back in. As we fucked, she would push back onto me each time I thrust inside of her. We quickened our pace and my balls we slapping against her wet pussy. Meredith's breathing was raspy and she was close to her second orgasm.

"I want your ass." I told her, and I pulled out of her pussy to her dismay. My cock was super slick with her pussy juice and I pressed the head of my cock at the tight entrance of her heart shaped ass. Meredith spread her ass apart with her hands and I pushed. It took a little coaxing, but I got the head of my cock past the tight ring. Meredith let out a whimper and I stopped my movement, to give her a chance at getting a bit more comfortable.

"Push it in slowly". She said. I spit on the shaft just to give it a little extra lubrication, and eased the rest of my manhood inside of her. 

I was buried deep inside Meredith's firm ass and I began to thrust in and out. She relaxed and started to push back on me, the same way she did when I fucked her cunt. She reached back between her legs and let her nails graze across my balls, and then let her fingers settle on her pussy. 

As I fucked her gorgeous ass, she fingered her cunt and rubbed her clit. I was giving it to her good and hard and Meredith shouted, "Fuck my ass. Fill it with your cum!" I rammed harder and harder into her colon. I was beginning to feel my balls tighten with my orgasm when Meredith shouted, "I'm gonna cum!" I grabbed Meredith's hips tightly and fucked her now loosened ass for all I was worth. Her fingers rubbed at her clit as the first wave of her orgasm hit. Her orgasm caused her ass to clench down on my aching cock and I began to erupt into her. We were both grunting as we came. Her juices flowed down her legs and my sperm jetted into her bowels. 

My cock continued to spasm and twitch inside of her ass. There was a large wet spot on the sheets from the flow of cum that came from Meredith, and both insides of her legs were slick as well. We were both panting, and sweat dripped from my brow. My waning cock slipped out of Meredith's ass and we both collapsed onto the only dry spot on her bed. Meredith turned back to kiss me and I cupped her soft cheek, pulling her towards my lips. 

We both fell asleep as the sun was coming up. We rested for a few hours and Meredith rose and ran us a hot, steamy shower. We soaped one another as we kissed, caressed and fucked once more. I asked Meredith to be my girlfriend as we dried off, and she happily accepted.

A week later we were back at Murphy's tavern having drinks and laughing. Julie walked in the door and ordered her usual. A few sips into her drink she turned to me and said, "This is your lucky day." and asked me to dance.

I looked Julie directly in her eyes and replied, " You're right. This is my lucky day." I turned back towards Meredith, took her by the hand and with smiles on both of our faces, we walked towards the door. As we exited, I turned and saw a stunned Julie, sitting alone, her eyes cast downward at the grimy bar floor.



Meredith, Alana, and Me



It was a typical neighborhood joint. It had a U-shaped bar with stools at the sides and standing room in the middle. There was a small dance floor that was seldom used except on weekend nights. There were perhaps twenty tables and a few booths around the dance floor.

The music leaned towards the oldies and so did the clientele. The Bee Gees triggered a swarm of people to the dance floor. It was a perfect fit for me.

The place also featured a spectacular bartender named Alana. She was a tall redhead with large tits and an athletic body. On most nights she was easily the best looking woman in the place. She was also as cold as ice.

She was very efficient, able to remember what everyone drank after a couple of orders but she never chatted with customers and seldom smiled. On busy nights she had two very fine looking young ladies behind the bar with her. Sitting at the bar and watching them work was more than enough entertainment for me.

I chose the last stool on the left side of the bar for my home base. It allowed me to see the entrance and half of the dance floor. The problem was that I felt that I was in someone's seat so I moved over to the next stool.

I ordered a beer and settled in to people watch. During the evening I chatted with a few people, watched the ebb and flow of the crowd and enjoyed the music. That was to become my pattern most evenings.

After a few weeks I could tell who were the players, the posers, the desperate. I had a feel for who to avoid and whom I would like to get to know better. Alana was at the top of the last list and I was making some headway on that front. I treated her politely, never tried to get her attention when she was busy, I allowed her all the time she needed to decide about me.

I was at the bar an average of three nights a week although never on Saturday nights. The place had a cheap steak night on Tuesdays, Ladies night on Wednesdays, and live bands on some Thursdays or Fridays. 

I usually arrived before the big crowds did and left as the crowd reached its peak. I had a self-imposed three-beer limit although I seldom finished the third.

Within a couple of weeks Alana would have my beer at the bar before I was much past the entrance. Within a month I had a tab running before I got around to securing it with a credit card. Within two months I noticed I was not paying for every drink. A cup of coffee would appear at my spot before my third beer was consumed. 

When I first started frequenting the place Alana worked the standing room end of the bar. She had switched to my side of the bar somewhere along the way. I hoped it was for my benefit but sincerely doubted it.

On slow nights Alana would come over to my end to relax. Sometimes I would ask her about a particular patron and she seemed to know everyone's secrets. I was pleased that she chatted with me.

One night a patron that was picking up some drinks from her told me that I was barking up the wrong tree, (meaning Alana). I answered that it was the right tree since all I wanted was the shade.

That amazingly bad line took me into Alana's inner circle.

She smiled and laughed for me. She steered me in the direction of easy fucks and steered me away from the head cases and the married ones. On the days that I was extra early I would take her a flower. She actually blushed the first time I did that. I also got my first kiss from her. We became good friends.

After six or seven months, however, I had not asked for her phone number, never waited for her at closing. Something told me she was not ready.

There was also a mystery to be solved. The stool next to me, the one I thought was occupied on my first night there, was always empty. Some people would sit in it briefly but soon moved on. Even on the most crowded nights it stayed unoccupied. One slow night I asked Alana about it and she startled me by saying it was haunted.

She said, "Meredith used to sit there. She was a regular for about three years. Very pretty little bubbly blonde. Every one loved her. She was a close friend of mine. I worried about her choice in men and her occasional choice of women. She took many chances. 

Sometimes she would just ask a guy if he wanted to fuck, go to the parking lot with him and fuck him in her car. The guy usually went home but she would come back and tell me all about it. She was very open, very bold.

Last Halloween she went out with a guy in a Batman costume. She was wearing a Cat Woman costume. She did not come back in to tell me about the tryst and I worried about her but was too busy to go look for her.

Next thing I know the cops and the paramedics were all over the parking lot. She and Batman were killed by a single shot that went through him and into her. They were in the middle of a fuck. A couple that had stepped out to fuck too found them.

The cops interviewed everyone here, me twice. It was seven AM before I could close. Someone said they thought they saw a woman speeding out of the parking lot. The killer was never found.

The first night we re-opened after the murders the regulars avoided her stool in deference to Meredith. After all, many of the men and a few of the women had fucked Meredith in the parking lot themselves.Meredith had a piece of many hearts.

After a while I noticed that new patrons moved away from it just as you did. They all said the same thing; they expected someone to return to that seat momentarily. The regulars are positive it is haunted."

As she told her story I saw that she was working hard to keep her composure. I could also see that she was holding back information.

A customer down the bar called her and while she was dealing with him I had a chance to think about the whole story. I did not believe in ghosts and did not think Alana did either.

I had often bought drinks for ladies who struck my fancy, often with no intention of making a move on them. Most of those times I asked Alana not to tell the lady who bought her the drink. Alana thought that was weird of me.

When she returned to my spot I asked her what Meredith usually drank.

"Margarita on the rocks with two extra slices of lime on the side." She said.

"I need one more beer and bring Meredith a drink too," I said.

For a second I thought I saw a tear form in Alana's eye but she turned and quickly brought me my beer. After placing the beer on the bar she paused and looked at me. I nodded confirmation and she went to fix Meredith her drink.

When she returned she carefully laid out two napkins, placed the drink on one and two slices of lime on the other. She fussed with the placement for a bit then suddenly jumped halfway over the bar, grabbed me by the ears and gave me a fierce kiss. As she walked away tears were streaming from her eyes.

That would become the second most talked about incident at the bar. From that night on people assumed I was Alana's guy and could not get laid at all.

On my next trip to the bar Alana brought my beer as usual and waited expectantly for a word from me. I nodded and she brought Meredith her drink. That became the routine. I did eventually notice that only Meredith's drink appeared on my tab.

Halloween approached. A costume contest was announced. Alana seemed more and more subdued as the date approached.

In answer to my question " Are you working that night?' she answered, "Yes, have to. I own the joint". 

I had suspected that but I had never asked and she had not volunteered the information until then.

Halloween night I dressed as Zorro. Soon after I arrived I took the mask off and transformed myself into an amiable vampire. Alana was dressed as a bad science fiction movie space girl. She was stunning.

After my first beer Alana called for me to follow her to a quiet table. I had been conned into being a judge for the costume contest and my two fellow judges and I needed to go over the procedures. It was pretty simple; we picked two each regardless of gender and the audience voted on the best. After the meeting I walked around the bar making some preliminary notes on the best costumes and then made my way back to my stool.

I had already sat down before I noticed a lady in a Zorro-type outfit occupied the first stool. I made a remark to her about how we matched and signaled Alana for a beer.

The lady next to me said, "Actually I am Cat Woman and you are Zorro, but you are right, it is the same costume. By the way thanks for all the drinks."

I was reaching for my beer when I saw the look on Alana's face as she stared at the lady. Absolutely stunned would not do justice to her expression.

I thought to myself "She looks like she's seen a..."

What the lady had just said to me finally filtered into my brain. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I had to force myself to look back at her.

"Meredith?" I asked.

She said, "Hi. I like you. Lets fuck. We can do it here, nobody will mind."

With that she moved silently and effortlessly onto my lap, her legs straddling mine. I had not even the slightest clue of a hard-on. She leaned her chest towards me and whispered, "Its OK, I can take care of it."

With that I felt my dick rise and enter a pussy.

She sighed. "You know, I did not get to cum that last night. It is so bad to spend eternity on the edge of cumming but never getting there. Tonight you get to help me fix that."

Meredith was not moving, I was not moving, but my dick was furiously fucking something. I felt her cum. She radiated heat and I felt wetness on my crotch. Apparently I had cum too. Suddenly she was on her stool, sipping her drink.

"Thanks" she said to me. "I really needed that. And don't worry; she won't have you shot too. She loves you."

The uncomprehending expression on my face made her laugh

"Hey, that asshole ex-husband of hers needed killing. Unfortunately we did not know a fucking thing about guns. We never expected the bullet to go through him and into me, did we baby?"

The last she said to Alana who now seemed more irritated than anything else.

"I love you Meredith. Shut the fuck up Meredith" Alana said.

Meredith turned to me and said, "Take Alana home with you tonight. She is more than ready to fuck you but she also wants you to make love to her. She hopes you will be her last lover instead of me."

A fanfare over the sound system announced the start of the costume contest. I welcomed the opportunity to move away and get a chance to think.

I quickly picked two contestants for the finals, the two ladies with the most flesh exposed. The guys in the audience gave me an ovation. Thirty minutes or so later when the not terribly smooth running proceedings eventually resulted in a winner, (one of my choices) I headed back to my corner.

I saw Alana and Meredith in a passionate embrace. The closer I got to them the less solid Meredith's body looked. By the time I arrived Meredith had become a play of lights. I felt a kiss on a cheek. I thought I heard a goodbye.

Alana was shaking, on the verge of tears. She called the other bartenders and said she needed to leave. They were to close up. I waited for her at the door to the office in the back. When she came out she was a bit more composed. I took her to my house. 

We were drinking coffee in my kitchen as Alana completed the story.

"Meredith and I were lovers. Fucking guys in the parking lot was her way of proclaiming her independence from me. Not that it mattered; we depended on each other completely. She just liked to fuck and I got off on the stories anyway.

My husband was presumed dead when a plane full of drugs he was flying crashed in the jungles of Panama. It turned out the bastard had stolen the drugs from the cartel and staged the crash so they would not come looking for him. For eight years he lived the good life from the money he made off the drugs. Then the money ran out. He had a new identity by then and managed to come back here. 

I had used the insurance money from his "accidental" death to buy the bar. I love my bar, but he wanted part of it. He threatened to reveal to the insurance company that he was alive and that I would loose the bar. I knew that he could not really do that because if the cartel knew he was alive it would not be for long.

Then we caught him selling drugs at the bar.

Meredith wanted to kill him herself. Instead I hired an old drunk that was a regular at the place to do the job. His fondest wish was to go to his old country to die. I bought him a plane ticket and gave him spending money so he could do just that.

We had it all set up. Meredith was going to lure my ex outside with the promise of a fuck; the old man would shoot him while he had his pants down. Meredith was going to wait a few minutes then start screaming bloody murder. By then the old man would be on his way to the airport, never to be seen again.

The mistake was with the gun. It was too powerful at close range. It killed Meredith too. The old man would not have known since Meredith was supposed to stay quiet for a while.

I did not know until I heard someone say there were two dead. I almost died that night too."

"Are we going to see Meredith again? " I asked.

"Funny, she said she had been there every single night since that Halloween, Alana answered. "That corner really was haunted. She loved that you bought her a drink every night you were there. She likes you a lot.

She wondered why you and I did not realize we were in love with each other.

Meredith somehow knew that she would be visible tonight starting with the time she died, (about 11 PM), and ending at midnight. She wanted you to meet her. And true to her nature she wanted to fuck you before I did. She wanted to make love to me one last time and say goodbye. She did that too.

I guess it's possible we will see her again, maybe on Halloween.

Now you know my biggest secrets. What happens now?"

I knew she was thinking about whether I going to turn her in to the cops. I was thinking of the line where Meredith said we were in love with each other.

"Well", I said, "we both need to take a shower. Fortunately my shower is big enough for both of us. Come here and let me help you get the costume off."

We made it into the shower before losing control. One powerful kiss under the spray of hot water and Alana turned her back to me, leaned forward placing her hands on the shower wall and growled "Fuck me now".

I grabbed her hips and slowly penetrated her from behind. I had every intention of going slow; I wanted the fuck to last, but there was no chance of that. It was a furious fuck, I rammed into her as hard I as I could, and she thrust back as hard as she could. Just as I worried that I would not last long enough for her she came hard and loud.

I managed to hold back and quickly spun her around. I pinned her back against the wall, lifted one of her long legs up at the knee, and again penetrated her full force. I was fucking her like a maniac. She was holding on for dear life when another climax hit her. That triggered my own and our combined groans echoed in the bathroom.

I released her leg so she could put it down but Alana kept it elevated until my slowly shrinking dick slid out of her pussy. We kissed and held each other so tightly that the water could not get between us.

Eventually we made it to my bed. Our emotional night and the power fuck left us drained. We fell asleep almost instantly.

The next morning I found myself alone in bed. I was on the verge of panic when the smell of coffee and bacon reached my nostrils. I let out a sigh of relief. Alana was still here.

I quickly took a piss and brushed my teeth, noting that my toothbrush had just been used.

She was pouring two cups of coffee when I joined her in the kitchen. She was nude. By the time I got to the coffee cup I had an erection. She noticed.

"Good morning to both of you" she said. 

"Good morning to all of you" I answered.

We drank our coffee in silence and ignored the bacon. When we had each drained our cup we silently returned to the bed. She lay on her back, legs spread. I climbed between them and lowered my body to hers. She guided my dick to the entrance of her pussy and I slowly sank all the way in. I held my position and kissed her.

I started the long slow fuck I intended to do the previous night. I brought her to the edge a couple of times then slowed down, prolonging her pleasure and mine.

Then, in a quest for variety, I gave her three strong deep thrusts in succession. She came hard. I gave her time to enjoy it then pulled out.

I slowly resumed kissing her as I moved myself down her body. When I arrived at her breast I worshipped them just as I had hoped to worship them all those months. She really liked having her tits mauled and had a small cum from that.

In time I resumed my journey down her body. I nuzzled her red pubic hair. I kissed her pussy lips and both thighs over and over. Her pussy was open. My dick had just been in there. A very pleasant thought.

Then I suddenly lost it. I devoured her pussy. Alana reacted as if a thousand volts coursed through her body and a loud continuous wail escaped her lips. Climax after climax sent her body into spasms. I could not get enough. I was famished.

She stopped me by clamping her thighs against my head. I could just hear her begging, "No more please, no more."

I gently kissed my way back up to her and draped myself over her. On its own my cock slid into her pussy and released its load. We both moaned.

I slid to her side and kissed her cheek, she was still breathing heavily. Her big tits looked like they were in the midst on an earthquake.

Finally she said, "That was intense. It has been a long time since I had that happen. Do you always eat pussy like that?"

"No", I answered. I am more of a tease. I don't know what came over me."

Alana said, 'It has been over a year since I had an experience like that and..."

We both arrived at the same suspicion at the same time. In unison we said "Meredith?" We thought we heard giggles.

Meredith was right, Alana and I both needed to fuck each other's brains out and we needed to spend time loving each other. In time we knew we just simply needed each other.

I eventually accepted that I was in love with the accomplice to a murder. 

We were married at the bar the following Halloween. We started the ceremony at 11 PM in the hope Meredith could make it. The program listed her as the Maid of Honor.

Shortly after the start of the ceremony Meredith appeared at the spot reserved for her. She beamed at us throughout. 

It was obvious to me that Alana and I were the only ones that could see her but several of our favorite regulars told us they knew she was there and several blew kisses at her.

We had little chance to visit with Meredith. Just before midnight she swooped to us and kissed us. Alana started to apologize for not having much time to spend with her to which Meredith replied, "Don't' worry, I'll see on the honeymoon."

Her essence faded into giggles as Alana replied, "You wouldn't dare."

Eventually Alana stopped working behind the bar and concentrated on the paperwork. She wanted more normal hours. She wanted to get pregnant. I did my best.

I cashed in my investments, took early retirement and became the bars ex officio manager. I painted, repaired, replaced and updated whatever needed it. I tried to keep the staff happy. I let loose an artistic bent I did not know I had. I found that I could draw portraits of people and began to cover the walls with paintings of music legends.

Meredith would make her presence known at times, most often when Alana and I were in the middle of sex. We sometimes found ourselves as part of a threesome. She was always welcomed.

We only saw her for fifty-nine minutes on Halloween but could feel her presence in our bed about once a month, on the nights of a full moon. Her bar stool remained haunted.




Meredith, Alana, and Me



My most important job was to always, at the start of every evening, remind whoever was working behind the bar to place a margarita on the rocks with two slices of lime on the side at Meredith's spot. 

The one next to the wall with the painting of Meredith as Cat Woman.



Meredith & Noah: Wednesdays



Wednesdays were dedicated to Meredith's pussy.

Those days - the best of days - went like this:

In the morning, Noah woke up early without an alarm clock, and after yawning and stretching, he would carefully draw the blanket down until he saw Meredith's legs. Meredith slept in a long, blue cotton shirt that hung to her thighs and wore no panties, a fact that made him smile. He liked to know that any time he wanted, he could reach down and feel how warm she was there and, perhaps, discover that she was wet too.

Reaching over to her body, he gently caressed her thigh, up to her hip then down to her knee, then back up again, watching her sleep. It was always peaceful to see how lovely she looked as she slept, unself-conscious and so comfortable; it made him want to kiss her, over and over again. The desire to do so, to kiss her awake, compelled him to sit up and crawl across the bed until he was at her feet. Careful to move her limbs without waking her, Noah spread her legs and laid down between them.

On Wednesdays, wake-up kisses started low on her body.

Noah alternated kisses between her thighs, first on her inner left thigh then on her right, looking up whenever she murmured drowsily and tried to shift her legs. He gently but firmly held them in place with his arms, continuing to kiss her skin, so soft and warm. Just touching her with his lips was quickly becoming not enough, and he began to lick her skin too. Still Noah wanted more. He pushed her shirt up to her stomach as he kissed further up her legs. By the time he had reached her vulva, Meredith was awakening, at first slowly, then abruptly becoming fully aware when his lips touched her labia and his tongue brushed her clit.

She moaned quietly. Noah ran his tongue from her clit to her pussy, exploring at his leisure. He intended to make her to pant and whimper and moan, and he would take his time to enjoy eliciting every noise with his mouth.

With the tip of his tongue, he licked the folds and made them wet, which in turn became wetter in response. Meredith squirmed, but her legs spread further apart, as far as they could go, and he kissed the lips in thanks. Noah used more of his tongue now, licking in slow, broad strokes along the sides, although whenever he came close to clit, he avoided directly touching it. The anticipation Noah built in her to have her clit touched was important. Nothing aroused her more than having that part of her body touched, and not touching it would make her that much more aware and responsive for when he finally did. Noah liked to make her wait, no, beg for it.

And she would beg for it. Noah kissed her skin just above her clit. Soon.

Every so often, he flicked his tongue over the nub, just barely. Flick. After the first few almost-touches, Meredith moaned - again, not nearly loudly enough for him, not nearly as loudly as she was going to moan, eventually - and reached down with her hand to hold open the lips so he could lick like she wanted him to; instead, he licked her fingers, wetly, saliva and her moisture mixed together.

"Jerk," Meredith said. He could hear the smile in her voice. Impatient as she was, she loved what he did on Wednesdays, loved what he did to her.

Flick, flick, right across her clit. And then Noah kissed her labia again, from where her fingers were, down to her pussy, which was so wet now, and slowly inserted his tongue inside her. She was so wet, Noah imagined that his cock would slide into her just as easily as his tongue. He fucked her with his tongue, darting it in and out of her.

Panting, Meredith squirmed again; her fingers spread the lips further apart, so he could mouth her more easily. Her pussy seemed to try to squeeze around his tongue the way it did around his cock. Noah felt himself grow harder, remembering how tight she could be, and as he licked her, he humped the bed a little.

Pulling away was hard, but pull away he did, and he said, close to her clit so she could feel the vibrations of his voice, "I love tasting you. You're so fucking wet. I just want to keep licking - all day long if you let me." And then he flicked his tongue against her clit again. Flick, flick, flick.

Meredith clutched Noah's head with both hands, grabbing his hair. She tried to push his face closer to her, smother him maybe, but Noah held back just enough, and flicked his tongue teasingly to show he wasn't going to give in. They were light licks. He exhaled on her, his warm breath against her hot flesh, and she trembled.

"Lick me there," she said, sounding breathless.

Noah shifted to get a better look at her face. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. Watching her, his mouth close to her clit, he pushed one finger inside her pussy. It was so tight, and tightened more when Meredith gasped.

He kissed her thigh. "Lick you where, babe?" he asked. Noah began drawing his finger in and out, allowing the wet noises to fill the brief silence as Meredith moaned, a little louder this time. "Where do you want to be licked, Meredith?" When she didn't answer immediately, Noah pushed a second finger inside her. Meredith was so slippery, it made his cock throb. He kissed her thigh repeatedly as he waited, and fucked her with his fingers.

"God, you know where." It took her several tries to say it clearly. "Lick me properly, please! Please."

Noah withdrew his wet fingers from her. Just as she cried out in protest, he rubbed those fingers against her clit. Meredith arched her back a little, trying to press against him harder, to add pressure against her poor ignored area of flesh.

"Here, right?" He used his thumb now too.

Moaning, she nodded. Meredith's hands tried to push him close to her pussy again. Her grip on him was tight.

"Tell me," he ordered. "Look at me and tell me to lick your clit."

She opened her eyes, and her expression was one of passion and desire and naked want. In a low voice, pleading, begging, Meredith said, "Please lick my clit. I want you to, I need you--"

Noah kissed her clit before she could finish. He took it between his lips and sucked, then tickling it with his tongue, almost vibrating it.

Meredith moaned, loud and good. She pulled his hair and held him there between her thighs; he felt her legs crossing his back, caging his head. She wouldn't let him go until she was finished. That was just as well. Noah didn't want to leave, not for hours.

"Fuck," Meredith said distinctly, then moaned when Noah responded with quicker licks, fingers thrusting in and out of her. "Fuck, I love Wednesdays."