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Second Chance

By: C



It seemed that it had been a long, long time since Charles Moreland had had a woman. He was hungry, but his lameness handicapped his chances of being able to overtake a lone woman and "have his way" with her. 

This did not deter his wishing, nor his frequenting a place known locally as "The Club," but registered with the authorities as "Adam's Eden." In this place almost anything, save lack of funds, murder and overt rape were permitted, almost encouraged. The proprietor did not mind that his place of business enjoyed a dismal repute, nor that the low-brows of many surrounding locales made it their home away from home. As long as money flowed from the other side of the bar into his cash drawer, all was well.

On the particular evening which began Charles' renaissance, the place was fairly quiet. There were no screaming arguments, few sloppy drunks and very few druggies in evidence. No weapons were visible. "Adam," for so the proprietor wished to be known, although all his clientele well knew that was not his name, actually came from behind the bar to sit with Charles as the latter nursed his tall drink and mused on his sorrows. 

"Chuck?" a name by which Charles hated to addressed, "What seems to be the matter, ol' man?" Another term which Charles abhorred.

Charles raised bloodshot eyes to the man, if such he could be called.

"Adam, I am distraught. There is no cure for my trouble in these distilled waters, not even in your scintillating conversation. Ah, but were you a bit more charming, a mite more appealing to the eye, Adam, old sod, I might appreciate you to a fair degree. In short, sod that you are, you are not a pretty woman."

"Oh? How do you know, Chuck?"

"Adam, the thought that comes to mind is...would be, I should say, were it remotely possible that you are of the sex...I cannot say 'fair,' for such an adjective to describe what I have ever been able to see of you, old sod, in the poor excuse for illumination with which you flood the place, would be a most grievous misuse of the language which we occasionally speak.... In short, old master of the house, I should be more than surprised, I would be shocked, d'you hear me, shocked!"

"Now, look, Chuck, there's no need to come on like that. Yes, I keep the lights low, more for the clients than for myself, you know." 

The proprietor's voice changed subtly, and something about the very presence made Charles look more closely at this shadow...within which he began to perceive a face and the upper part of a female...yes, female...attractively nude...torso!

"Chuck, trade is slow, the help can take care of the bar. Shall we take a little stroll?" went on the apparition in more dulcet tones. Charles felt a stronginclination to go along with this ploy, whatever it might be, if only to satisfy his growing curiosity.

"My dear old sod...lady, if such can possibly be true, against all probability...I shall accompany you to my doom...but first, stay! I shall require but another of this distilled pig-swill which you purvey disguised under the much sullied name of gin, ere I set forth on this perilous venture."

"Do you want to come, or not, Chuck?" The words were harsh, the tone not, rather sweet in fact.

"Ah, sweet lips that summon me to...what I know not, but I come, I come with the bated breath of pleasures unknown yet anticipated, ere this night be o'er."

"Sweets, cut the bull-crap and let's go...if you have the nerve...po-et!" That was an epithet in Adams' vocabulary as Charles well knew, delivered in the same low, contralto tones..

"Aye, I come. Barmaid, once more fill the flowing bowl, that I may go to my...pleasure more happily."

"Oh, I think you'll be happy...before the night's over, Charles. Come."

Charles, tall drink in hand with ice chunks clinking against the silver sides of the vessel,—Charles had not been far off the mark with his "flowing bowl"—followed after the somewhat shorter, indistinct form of "Adam" through a doorway that Charles had never before seen, and ascended some stairs in almost total darkness to what felt like a half-story above the bar. Charles, by no means drunk or even bereft of his senses by the alleged alcohol he had earlier consumed, took another sip of the drink and looked about as best he could. There was where he now stood a dimness, not exactly light, but less dark than the stairway.

To his quickly suppressed shock—he had tensed a bit—Charles felt his clothing begin to melt...could it be? Certainly he experienced an increasing sense of nakedness, beginning at his waist, moving slowly but inexorably up his belly and lower chest, down across his lower belly and privates. As the feeling of nakedness passed his penis it began to stiffen, and Charles thought he could feel a hand, or fingers, stroking him softly, thus encouraging the erection. 

"Wha...? I can't see you...Adam, is it?"

"Do not be afraid, Charles. I said you'd be happy, did I not, Charles?" 

"Ye-es. But that voice...I don't believe you are Adam, are you? And if those fingers are yours, oh mystery voice, I know you are not Adam...or at least you're not male."

"How very perceptive of you, Charles," laughed the voice. "No, but perhaps I am Adam's...better half?"

"Uhm," Charles found his throat for the moment restricted, "d'you mean...Eve?"

"Oh. Do you not know of Adam's other mate, Charles. And I thought you erudite!"

"Ah...yes, I know of another 'wife' Adam may have had...or who may have had Adam...indeed, of considerable repute she was, no?"

"Yes. You will do nicely then, Charles. I think it is time for you to be happy...you were so sad when I saw you first at the bottom of those stairs. But...I must give you a choice...'Adam's choice," I believe it was once called."

Charles' penis had swollen to monstrous proportions, far longer and thicker than he had ever experienced, yet he was responding more sensuously to the slow, light strokes than he had dreamed his body would respond to any sensation again. His hips were slowly and pleasantly gyrating in contra-rythym to those strokes. He desperately did not want this...whatever "this" was...to end, yet his mind told him that he was courting, if not actually about to experience, extreme danger.

"Adam...no, that's not right, it's..."

"...the name we do not mention, Charles!"

"Uhm, yes, of course. Ooh, that was...ni-ice."

Charles' body jerked and shook as a wave of pleasure such as he had never known passed through from his throbbing penis to his already groggy mind.

"Do you want to return...down the stairs, Charles?" murmured the voice, the stroking lighter and more tantalizing than before.

The thought that "down the stairs" was not what the voice had started to say crossed Charles' mind, and for an instant he really, really, desperately, wanted to break free and run screaming down those stairs...where were they?...but his body refused, no longer entirely under his control.

His mind reluctantly, his tongue willingly, gave the word, "N...no, I abide what you...have for me, nameless one."

"Come, then, Charles, lonely one."

Charles thought he had moved to the bed...he believed it a bed...and felt himself grasped powerfully yet very, very comfortably by arms and legs, thighs around his hips, his penis, now throbbing with almostunbearable anticipation, slowly entering a wet aperture that what was left of himself told his fading consciousness might be a human vagina.

Charles felt a pumping sensation, realising that his body was performing coitus without his volition, yet he began to enjoy the feeling and returned, as best he could, the embrace with the shifting shape he thought to be under him.

His mouth was opened by a smooth, warm, slippery, muscled object he took to be a tongue. It tasted momentarily like a tongue, then he no longer cared. He could feel less and less of what he had once philosophized about as "the essential me—Charles," while he wrestled joyfully with the shape's members, no longer wondering with what he so gleefully wrestled.

There came a time of what had been Charles remembered as ultimate bliss, ultimate attainment. Then there was a clouded period, the entity passive for an indefinite time.

"Ah, lonely one, you have been happy, have you not?" came a voce...perhaps just a...mental tickle? in the entity's mind. 

"Now you may be happy for all time. Set forth on your journey now, and we shall meet again."

The entity felt that it rose from a repose, now instantly clothed in well-fitting gown, stockings, shoes. The heels made no noise as the entity moved to the doorway.

"Through that doorway lies your future. Go, now, and enjoy...work...for me."

Sharlene accepted the young fellow's tentative invitation and moved to his table with his other friends. The group was gay, young, bent on sexual conquest or submission before the night was out. None was drunk, even tipsy, as their minds concentrated on their hope and wishes for this evening. 

Sharlene was more than willing to oblige when the young man who had invited her lonely self to join the party proposed that she and he adjourn to another place. Neither would return. Another seeker for the ever hungry mistress. 

Second Chance



The sleek white Jaguar sedan cruised effortlessly along the highway south of London. I had bought the Jag just recently, and I had gone heavily into debt to purchase it, but it was my pride and joy. I just loved driving it, especially on the highways where it could really show its paces.

Sitting next to me was my current girlfriend, Miranda. It was a Thursday evening in the summer of 1959, and we were on our way to attend a wedding the next Saturday. The bride was an old friend of Miranda's, and she lived with her family in a little village to the west of Southampton. Miranda was chief bridesmaid, and so she wanted to spend the day before the wedding helping the bride with the final preparations. I had decided that a day in the country would be a nice relaxing break from work for me, so I didn't object to arriving early.

Miranda was an actress, or so she claimed, as she was presently 'between engagements'. We had met at a party in London a few weeks earlier, but as I got to know her better, I decided that 'drama queen' might be a better description of her. Everything in her life seemed to be a crisis. I had agreed to accompany her to this wedding, but I had already decided that I would break up with her after this weekend. I just hadn't thought of how I would break the news to her.

Miranda's directions to our destination were totally useless, of course, and it was quite late in the evening when finally we arrived. The bride-to-be and her family lived in a quaint little cottage called 'The Willows' in a small village. 

We knocked at the door and it was answered by a girl who was about seventeen, I guessed. She greeted Miranda enthusiastically. "Hi Jill!" exclaimed Miranda in her usual exuberant way, throwing her arms around the girl's neck and kissing her cheek. "This is James," she said. "Hello James," said Jill, smiling at me. 

We went inside, where I saw a middle-aged lady whom I assumed to be Jill's mother, and an elderly lady, who turned out to be a great-aunt. "Where's Katie?" asked Miranda. And at that moment, another girl came into the room.

I stared at her. Could it possibly be her, I thought? There was only one way to find out. "Katie? Katie Summers?" I asked. "Is that you?"

The girl looked at me for a few seconds. "Do I know you?" she asked, puzzled.

"It's James. James Owen, from high school," I said. "Remember me?"

"Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed. "James Owen! It's been years!"

"Five years, actually," I said. "I was sixteen when you moved away."

The room erupted with questions. Katie calmed everybody down and told them what had happened. Katie and I had known each other at high school. But when we were sixteen, Katie's father had been transferred to another city by his employer. So they had all moved away, and I hadn't seen Katie since then. "We will have to spend some time catching up," said Katie. "But it's getting late. Maybe we can do it tomorrow."

It was getting late. Miranda was going to stay with Katie's family, but there was no room in the house for me, so they had booked a room for me at a local inn, the Red Lion. So I said goodnight and drove over to the Red Lion, which was only about a half mile away.

The inn was a pleasant enough place, and as I was rather tired I went straight to bed. But I did not get to sleep. My mind was occupied thinking about Katie.

At high school I had had a schoolboy crush on Katie. And then at the school dance at the end of the year I had summoned up all of my courage and danced with her. We sat together between the dances, and she didn't dance with anyone else. Then after the dance I walked her home. We held hands while we walked, and when we reached her front door and had said goodnight, she put her arms around my neck and kissed me.

As I walked to my house, all I could think about was that kiss. I wanted to ask Katie to go out with me, and to be my girlfriend. There were only a few days of school left until summer holidays. I knew that I would be going away with my family for four weeks on our annual trip to visit our distant relatives, and as soon as we came back I intended to ask Katie to go out with me. But disaster struck! When my family returned from our holidays Katie had gone! I found out from one of her friends that her father had unexpectedly been transferred by his company, and so they had moved to another city.

Eventually I got over Katie, of course. I finished high school, and moved to London as there were more job opportunities there. As I dated other girls, Katie became a distant memory. But tonight, all of those memories had come flooding back to me. Eventually I fell asleep and dreamed about what might have been.

I slept late the next morning. After I awoke and dressed, I enjoyed a leisurely breakfast on the terrace of the inn. Then I strolled over to The Willows.

Jill answered my knock at the door, and when I went inside, I was greeted by a scene of total pandemonium. Wedding preparations were in full swing. Of course it was Miranda who was causing most of the fuss, as she rushed around asking questions and giving instructions to everybody. Katie saw me and smiled hello. Miranda came over to me and gave me a quick kiss, and then she immediately found some jobs for me to do.

I finished the jobs, and then I tried to keep a low profile while I figured out some excuse to leave. Then Katie came over to me. "Poor James," she said. "I expect that you'd like to escape from this madhouse. Why don't you go for a walk or something and come back for tea?"

"Good idea, Katie," I said, and darted out the back door.

The village was very pretty, and I strolled around it admiring the buildings. Then I had lunch in a little café, and after lunch I discovered a very pretty park alongside a small river that flowed past the edge of the village. I walked for some distance along the path next to the river, enjoying the peace and solitude of the country. Then when it was time for afternoon tea I strolled back to The Willows.

Miranda managed to sit still long enough for us all to enjoy tea, but as soon as she had finished she jumped up and started rushing around again. Katie pulled me aside. "I have to get out of here for a while," she said. "Miranda's driving me crazy! Let's go over to the Red Lion for a drink, and you can tell me what you've been doing with yourself since I last saw you." So we sneaked out of the back door and walked over to the Red Lion.

We had a drink, followed by a couple more, as we sat in the glorious afternoon sunshine on the terrace of the inn. I told Katie of my life during the past five years, which really hadn't been all that exciting, but she listened attentively.

"So how is it that your family is living here?" I asked.

Katie's face clouded over as she told me that her father had been killed in a motor accident about two years ago. After that, her mother decided that she had had enough of city life, and they had all moved to this village. I didn't ask about her fiancé, and she didn't mention him.

We had been talking for a couple of hours when Katie said that she should get back. So I paid for our drinks and we left. "Let's walk back along the river," said Katie. "It's beautiful there this time of the day."

As we strolled along beside the river, Katie took my arm. "So, you and Miranda," she said. "Is it serious?"

"Oh no," I said. "We've only been going out for a few weeks. By the way, is she really an actress?"

Katie giggled. "She likes to think that she is," she said. "She has had a couple of small parts in plays, but nothing really worthwhile."

We walked in silence for a few minutes, and then I said, "Don't tell Miranda just yet, but I want to break up with her. I only agreed to come with her this weekend as I had already promised that I would, and I didn't want to let her down."

"I don't think that she will be too upset," said Katie. "She's hardly talked about you at all today. Miranda tends to fall in and out of love often."

We walked for a few minutes more, and then we came to a fence with a style. "I'll go first, and then I'll help you over," I said gallantly. I clambered over the style, and then held out my hand to help Katie. She stepped over the fence, and then jumped down. I reached out and caught her in my arms. 

Katie didn't make any attempt to move away from me, and I bent down and gently kissed her on the lips. For a couple of seconds she kissed back, but then she pulled away. "James, what are you doing?" she scolded. "I'm getting married tomorrow!"

"I just thought that I would kiss the bride a little early," I said, smiling at her.

Katie smiled back. "Oh well that's alright then," she said. She nestled in against me, and pulled my head down to meet her sweet lips. We kissed for a long time, and suddenly the five years that we had been apart seemed like just a few days.

Finally Katie broke off the kiss, and looked deep into my eyes. "We had better get back," she said. I was sure that I detected a note of sadness in her voice.

That evening it had been planned that we would all travel to the town where Katie's fiancé Richard lived, and have dinner with Richard and his family at a local restaurant. The town was about ten miles away, and it was where the wedding would be held the next day. As Katie's family didn't own a car, Richard drove over to pick them up. Jill travelled with Miranda and myself in the Jaguar to show us the way. She showed us the church where the wedding was to be held.

Richard and his family were pleasant enough, I suppose, if a little dull. He did seem to be very attentive to Katie. Even though I was envious of him, I was at least pleased that Katie had found a man who would take good care of her. However, Richard and his family owned a farm, and I was having a lot of trouble visualising Katie living the life of a farmer's wife. 

At the end of the evening we travelled back to Katie's village. I dropped off Miranda and Jill at The Willows, and returned to the Red Lion. This time I had a couple of brandies before retiring, and I slept like the proverbial log.

The next morning, I was smart enough to stay away from The Willows until eleven-thirty, at which time I drove over, dressed ready for the wedding. As I had expected, chaos reigned once again inside the house. The biggest problem seemed to be that one of the cars that had been booked had broken down and was not available. The women were discussing this problem when I arrived. But when Jill saw me, she said, "Oh, James has a lovely car. Perhaps he wouldn't mind driving us." 

"Of course I don't mind," I said.

"And his car is white," continued Jill, "So he should take the bride."

Miranda gave me some white ribbon and instructed me to put it on my car. "You know, like they have on wedding cars," she said in her usual helpful way. I took the ribbon and went out to the Jag. I had seen wedding cars with a 'V' made of ribbon on their bonnets, so I guessed that was what was required. But how should I attach the ribbon, I wondered. The front of the bonnet was no problem, as I just wrapped the ribbon around the 'leaping cat' mascot. I decided that the only way that I could attach the other ends was to just jamb them in the front doors. Katie would of course sit in the back seat, and as long as I was careful when I opened the driver's door, the ribbon should remain attached. So that's what I did.

As the time to leave for the wedding approached, we all waited in anticipation for Katie to appear. When she did, she was breathtaking! I was sure that whoever it was had said that all brides were beautiful, had Katie in mind when they had said it.

The other women got into the hired car, a large Wolsley, which left Katie and myself alone, as naturally the bride had to arrive last. "You are so beautiful," I said to Katie. She just smiled back. "Nervous?" I asked. "A bit," she said. "Let's go, then," I said. "I'll drive slowly."

Katie was silent as we drove, but when we were about halfway there, suddenly she said, "James, please stop the car."

I pulled over to the side of the road and turned off the engine. "What's the matter, Katie?" I asked. "Did you forget something?"

"No," said Katie. "It's more like I remembered something. Yesterday when you kissed me, I remembered the night of our first kiss. James, please kiss me again."

Katie leaned forward, and I turned around towards her. I took her face in my hands and kissed her, gently at first, and then with more and more passion. She sighed with pleasure as she returned my affections. Finally she broke off the kiss.

"I can't do this, James," she said with tears in her eyes. "I can't marry Richard. I want to be with you. Will you take me back to London with you?"

By way of an answer I reached out and kissed her again. "We had better go back to The Willows," I said. "You have to change your dress."

We drove back to The Willows, and I got out, not bothering to catch the end of the ribbon in my door as I closed it. The ribbon fluttered in the breeze, but one end was still caught in the other door. I then walked around and opened the back door for Katie. "You're sure about this?" I asked. "Oh, James, yes, I'm sure," she said, as she got out of the car.

We went into the house, and I waited while Katie changed out of her wedding dress, and collected her suitcase which she had packed ready for her honeymoon. Then she wrote a note to Richard and her family, and I wrote one for Miranda.

We went back out to the Jag, and as I opened the front passenger door for Katie to get in, the ribbon became completely free, and fluttered off in the breeze. It was as though a part of Katie's life was leaving forever. The symbolism was not lost on Katie as she watched it go, and a small tear formed in her eye. I squeezed her hand. She smiled at me and said, "Let's go, please, James."

We drove over to the Red Lion, and Katie waited for me in the car while I changed my clothes, collected my things, and paid my bill. Then we drove up to London.

*

It's now about six months since Katie decided that she didn't want to marry Richard. I know that this morning Katie would have once again put on a wedding dress. And as I stand at the front of the church, next to my best man, I think nervously about what happened the last time that she did this. But then the organist bursts into the familiar fanfare, and all eyes look to the back of the church. The church door opens, and my beautiful Katie enters, resplendent in white once again, on the arm of her uncle.

This time, I'm very happy to say, she didn't change her mind.



Second Chance



"It would never happen in a million years," Nancy said as she carefully wrapped her apple core inside the plastic wrap from her vanished sandwich. "I mean I'd like to see her better off too—she's a sweet old gal—but Jim Norton signing off on that? Not a chance."

"Well, he's coming this way now; shall we just test it out?" Cliff Clayton retrieved his can of Ginger ale from the machine and turned toward the break room door in time to give a nod to Jim Norton, the Norton of Norton and Associates before looking back at Nancy."

"So, what do you think of that?" Cliff directed the question at Nancy who was sitting at a nearby table, but he had gauged his voice so that he'd be heard by the approaching company CEO.

"About what?" Nancy asked, genuinely confused by this abrupt and confusing change in the conversation.

"About Clarice being snatched from the firm?"

"Oh that," Nancy said, catching on immediately. One of Nancy's real attributes for the firm; she was a phenomenally quick study.

"Clarice? Clarice?" Jim Norton couldn't place the name among his employees, but he knew what "snatched from the firm" implied—Sylvester and Sons had just made off with two of his best sales people—and right during the Christmas sales—so Jim Norton was quick to arms at the mere mention of the phrase "snatched from the firm." "What do you mean by that . . . that someone is being snatched from the firm, Cliff?"

"Oh, hi, Jim," Cliff said. "I didn't see you coming in. It's just a rumor, but I've heard that Sylvester and Sons has offered Clarice Walker a full-time job—at twice what we pay her."

"Oh no they don't," Jim Norton snorted as he poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at one of the tables—not the one that Nancy was at, of course. She wasn't in management. He would have sat at Cliff's table, of course—Cliff was the firm's chief financial officer—but then Cliff was still standing at the drinks machine. Luckily Cliff wasn't sitting at Nancy's table or Jim would have had to remain standing.

"We don't want to let this . . . let Clarice go, do we?" This was as much a question as a statement. Jim Norton still didn't have the vaguest notion who the hell Clarice Walker was.

"We certainly do not," Cliff said emphatically. "Why, you know what happened to Singleton's when they let someone as good as Clarice go, don't you? It certainly wasn't a pretty sight. They couldn't find anyone suitable to take that person's place, and the place fell into a shambles. The clients noticed, and they started going elsewhere. And we all saw where that led. No it wasn't a pretty sight."

Jim Norton still didn't know what Clarice did for the firm, but he was painfully aware that Singleton's had been forced to file for bankruptcy—and right before the Christmas sales season.

"Well, we're not going to lose Clarice, Cliff. Do what you have to do—full staff and triple the salary, if that's what it takes. But just get it done. No more defections from this firm to Sylvester and Sons. Not on my watch."

"I hear you, Jim," Cliff said. "I'll get it done, Sir. Don't worry."

Jim Norton moved back by Cliff en route to the break room door, full cup of steaming coffee in his hand. Thumping Cliff on the back with the other hand, he said, "Good man, Cliff. Hope you have a great time on that Christmas cruise to Bermuda."

"Oh, Susan and I decided not to go on the cruise, Jim. But thanks. And I'll see what I can do about Clarice right away."

Jim Norton smiled beatifically at his chief financial officer and sailed out the door, having once again averted the disaster of shoals and pirates for the ship he captained. Management was an art; you either had a talent for it or you didn't.

Nancy still sat at the table, her jaw dropped nearly into her lap. "God, you're good," she sputtered. I was positive you couldn't get Jim Norton to do that.

"It's all in the wrist action," Cliff said with a smile.

"But do you think he has any idea that Clarice is the office cleaner?"

"Not a chance," Cliff said. "But I don't regret it a bit. Clarice is, indeed, worth full benefits and three times what we're paying her now. I'm just sorry that, like so many others, I've just been looking through her and taking her for granted all these years."

* * *

Clarice Walker had to sit down and try to catch her breath. Luckily there was a rush-bottomed chair next to the table by the front door, even though it was barely substantial enough to hold Clarice, let alone any of her healthy-appetite sons.

The hand she was holding the letter in was shaking so hard that she had trouble rereading what it said. Ever since she had been cleaning the offices of the Norton company last Saturday and had stumbled on that nice Mr. Clayton working in his office, she had believed there really was a Santa Claus. Mr. Clayton had actually talked with her. She was so used to people just looking through her in her work life—the few who were actually around when she was working—that it had been a shock he'd asked her how she was doing. Then she thought she'd spoiled it all by telling him the truth—how she had lost her second job baking cakes at Hot Cakes; how rough it was working Saturdays when her eldest boy, Maurice, was playing in those football games that a parent should be going to; how they didn't have the wherewithal to even have a Christmas tree this year—and thus why it was just as well that she'd be working the Christmas Day Saturday.

Lord knew she had not been angling for that young Mr. Clayton to play Santa—not in the least—but he had launched right into that role. Before she'd finished cleaning that day, he'd called out and had a trimmed tree and enough holiday food to choke a whole passel of horses sent over to her house—her sister Chanel had called her all excited about that—but he also had given her vouchers for three tickets to the Redskins Christmas Eve pro football exhibition game. He said that something should be done for her son Maurice to make up for the inconvenience the firm had laid on them all this time that kept his mother from seeing his games.

That was a real bonanza in itself. But now here was this letter from the Norton firm. Signed by that old scowling Mr. Norton himself—offering her a full-time position with Norton and Associates, with full benefits and all—to be their exclusive cleaning staff. And three times what she had been making with them as a casual vendor as well as time worked to be at her discretion as long as it was outside normal business hours. She could work Saturdays if she wanted—but she could arrange to go to Maurice's football games on Saturdays if that suited her too. Just as long as she got the work done.

Clarice had never had a Christmas like this. No one had given her a second glance before this, let alone all of these truly good things. Not least those Redskins tickets. Clarice's thoughts went back to those tickets.

Miracle that it was, those three tickets put Clarice in a dilemma. She guessed that Mr. Clayton had assumed there was a Mr. Walker in the picture. But there hadn't been a Mr. Walker for a good many years, and there now wasn't even a Leroy, who was the last man Clarice had let into her bed, anywhere around. Leroy had lost his job in the summer and, after a few weeks of moping around the house, had just walked out on her and the boys. Clarice couldn't say she had gotten over that; she'd thought Leroy was "the one," and the boys seemed to have taken to him real well too.

What to do with that third ticket? Maurice had to go, of course. He was the reason she had the tickets. And she couldn't not go herself. It had been clear that Mr. Clayton gave these tickets to her so that she and Maurice would take in a game together. She certainly couldn't take one of the younger boys and not the other. And although her sister Chanel deserved to go as big a help she'd been with the boys while Clarice tried to hold down two jobs, if the younger boys couldn't go, Chanel would have to stay back and take care of them.

So, Santa had brought Clarice a real problem. A problem most folks would love to have, of course, but Clarice wasn't accustomed to having nice problems. Cleaning up after folks usually brought only the other kinds of problems. She was sort of lost on handling good choices.

Clarice thought long and hard about how to dispense those tickets. She was saved by a knock at the door, however.

She went to the door, and suddenly all of those not-so-nice problems came rushing back in.

"Leroy," she said with a gasp. And suddenly she was flooded with all those fighting emotions—anger and fear and pique and desire and relief that he was still alive.

"Howdy, Clarice," Leroy said. He was holding his baseball cap in his hands, as if it meant something to Clarice that he had taken it off in her presence, and he was staring at the ground, not being able to look at her eyes.

They just stood there, Leroy's eyes concentrating on a loose board on the step up to the porch and Clarice digging hard into the top of his head with her intent gaze.

Leroy cleared his throat. "Nice day, tain't it?"

"Yes, yes it is, considering it's a mite cold for December and drizzling," Clarice responded in as even a tone as she could manage.

"Kind of a day that makes a man thirsty, though," Leroy observed.

"You can come in for a cup of coffee to warm yerself, Leroy. But don't plan on puttin' down any roots."

They were at the kitchen table when Clarice finally calmed down enough to ask him.

"I see you're still alive and kickin'. So, where'd you go and why'd you suppose that was what you wanted to do?"

"It wasn't what I wanted to do, Clarice. But it's what I thought I had to do at the time. Me without a job and you workin' so hard and supportin' me as well as the boys. Well, I wasn't pullin' my weight here and it was gittin' to me."

"So you left us, without a word." Clarice said.

"Would it have been all right if I'd said I was goin', Clarice. Would you have waved your hanky and sung toodaloo to me?"

Clarice didn't answer that. She had no idea what she would have done. Begged him to stay? Screamed obscenities at him the whole neighborhood could hear? What she did know, however, was that she was robbed of expressing any opinion on his going at all.

"It was only for a while, Clarice. I went down to Louisiana and helped put up new houses to replace those taken down by the hurricane. Just until I had enough money to keep up my end here—and until I could find another job up here. Which I've done now. I start down at Home Depot next week."

"So you jist up and went off without a word of why or what?" Clarice continued to dig.

"I wrote. I did write. But I sent the letters to Maurice at his friend Sean's house. I couldn't write direct. I couldn't stand it if you didn't write back if I wrote direct. It was better if I was writing through Maurice. And you didn't write back. If you hadn't written back, I don't think I'd have had the courage of comin' here today. But maybe that's what you'd have preferred."

"There's a good reason I didn't answer none of them letters," Clarice said. And then she turned her head and called out, "Maurice. Maurice Walker, get your behind in here. Right now."

When Maurice arrived, his eyes got big at the sight of Leroy Jefferson sitting in his mother's kitchen again, and he completely failed to conceal his excitement and relief—and, especially that telltale glimmer of hope that betrayed how he felt toward this man who had taken his dead daddy's place for nearly a year.

The look was not lost on Clarice.

"Maurice, what's this that Leroy tells me about you gettin' letters from him and not passin' anything on to me?"

"I was afraid, I'm sorry, Momma," Maurice mumbled into his chest—he, like Leroy, not being able to maintain eye contact with his mother.

"Afraid? Afraid of what, boy?" Clarice asked sharply.

"Afraid you'd tell me I had to stop gettin' the letters," Maurice muttered. And then in a stronger voice, "And afraid you'd get hurt again, Momma. If Leroy wasn't comin' back, I didn't want you to have the disappointment of the possibility he would. I know how you took it when Daddy died."

Things were so quiet in that kitchen for the next couple of minutes that all three found themselves concentrating on the snoring the youngest, Dansel, was doing in the next room.

"Well. Well," Clarice said eventually. "Look at the two of you. Maurice has a football practice today, and I've got to get off to work. Do you think you can stick around long enough to get him to that, Leroy?"

"Yes, ma'm," Leroy answered, all smiles, and looking up into Clarice's face for the first time since he'd arrived.

"But that's it for now, Leroy Jefferson," Clarice continued. "Don't think you're gettin' your shoes back under my bed this soon. You go find yourself someplace to live—at least for a while—and then we'll see what we have to see."

"Yes, ma'm," Leroy answered.

"And do you have anything goin' already for Christmas Eve?" Clarice asked.

"No, ma'm," Leroy answered.

"That's good. Because we're having people for dinner—a nice young couple from Norton's; I think you'll like them—and I have tickets for Maurice, me—and you, if you're interested—to the Redskins game earlier that afternoon."

"Yes, M'AM," Leroy answered—all smiles, hugging Maurice close to keep both of them from jumping out of their skins for joy.

It didn't escape Clarice that Maurice was hugging Leroy close too. Yes, she thought, trying not to show too broad a smile to her two wayward men, this was certainly shaping up to be a much better Christmas than she had imagined it would be. But Clarice had learned not to ask too many questions of life; she was more than happy to give life a second chance.



Second Chance



Although I had barely rested from the previous night's exertions, I woke to find her mouth once again on my cock and her fingers gently caressing my balls. As the morning sun streamed in through the half open window her blonde hair appeared to shimmer and dance as she bobbed up and down on my quickly hardening prick. In spite of the suffering my head was experiencing from the amount of alcohol I had consumed the previous night, the dullness was slowly being replaced by the feeling of euphoria she was giving me. It did not seem possible that having met only twenty four hours or so earlier, we could find ourselves in bed, together. 

The raw nerves exposed by the break-up of our marriages were put on hold as we found a kind of solace in each other's arms, although I didn't think either of us felt that we were on the rebound of a 'lost love', or what we had was just a fleeting holiday romance. The fact that neither of us were in the first flush of youth, both being in our mid forties, made the feelings we felt almost surreal. We were acting as if we were teenagers again, finding secluded places to make love, first down a quiet alleyway, then on the moonlit beach. It has to be admitted that we had little in common, my love of sport against hers of the arts, yet our very differences seemed to pull us together, like opposites attracting.

She looked up at me, her eyes seeking mine, before raising her hand and playfully wiggling her fingers at me in greeting. I responded by resting my hands on her head, pushing her gently onto me, feeling my cock momentarily touching the back of her throat. She gagged on me; I apologised but she just laughed and continued to fellate me. I could feel my climax approaching and began to pull her up my body so that she could straddle me or maybe just finish me off with her hand, but she resisted, continuing to suck my cock deep into her. I was close. I could feel the pressure building in my balls.

"I'm cumming," I whispered, to give her the chance to remove me, not knowing if she would want me to ejaculate into her mouth, or not. She continued to suck me and I flooded her, the copious amount surprising me after the previous night. Her oral ministrations did not pause even though I was going limp in her mouth. Then, raising her head, she showed me my cum resting on her tongue, before swallowing. 

"Mmm . . . breakfast," she laughed, moving up my body to kiss me gently on the lips. I could taste myself on her, something I had never done before with my ex-wife; I found it not unpleasant.

"Good morning," she said, the laughter still ringing in her voice.

"It certainly is," I responded, drawing her close to kiss her again, wrapping my arms around her to feel her warm body and full breasts against me. 

She pulled away. "Breakfast, I think. I've had mine but you need to keep your strength up," she joked, as she rolled off the bed and moved to the bathroom. I followed, standing behind her as she washed, allowing my hands to explore her body as I planted butterfly kisses on the nape of her neck.

"Breakfast," she insisted, and slipped past me into the bedroom, beginning to dress.

"Let's eat on the balcony, naked," I suggested, "we can't be seen."

"My, you are getting adventurous! Okay," she laughed. "I'll bring it out."

I went out on to the balcony and positioned my chair so that I could watch her busying herself in the small kitchen area of the Greek 'pension'. I loved the way her breasts bounced as she moved from one kitchen unit to the next, collecting the fruit, the way she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, causing her backside to sway, as she stretched across the work surfaces.

I thought of our meeting on the beach. A little clichéd, I suppose. She wanted some suntan lotion on her back and I was the nearest person. I wondered if it was that simple, or whether I had been selected for some other reason. I knew it wasn't for the large bulge in my shorts; I wasn't that lucky. I didn't want to ask her, probably didn't really want to know. All I did know was that for the first time in years I was happy, and from the way she laughed and giggled at all my inane jokes I think she was too, at least I hoped and prayed she was.

When I invited her to dinner, I half expected a refusal but she accepted. During the meal I discovered a little about her. She'd married young, had one son, now at university, and an ex-husband who liked his girls barely legal. After his third affair, or the third one she knew about, she decided to end the marriage. This was her first holiday since the divorce, the settlement financing it. In return I told her my story, pretty much the same. A wife that strayed, frequently. Luckily, although I didn't believe it in the early years of our sham of a marriage, no children. That was probably all we knew about each other. I told her my name, Robert, and found out that hers was Susan, but I still didn't know her last name, nor she mine. Yet here we were, spending the night together. It didn't seem wrong, in fact, nothing in recent times seemed more right. My thoughts were interrupted by the jangle of glasses as she moved them onto a tray. She walked towards me with it, laden with fruit and juice.

"This is so naughty," she said smiling, looking around just to confirm that we weren't seen.

"If anyone could see us they wouldn't be looking at me, that's for sure," I said, my eyes wandering over her body.

"Don't put yourself down," she answered. "You have a great body."

"For forty three?" I asked, smiling.

"There you go again, self deprecating. You have to learn to stop that or people will think the low opinion you have of yourself is justified, and I know it isn't." 

"What happens after the holiday?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Let's see how it goes, we haven't fucked enough to see if I want you or not, yet," she laughed, her eyes twinkling.

I allowed mine to open wide, in mock disdain, at her comment. She laughed again.

"Don't bother with that look," she said, "I know you're not some prude, or was what happened last night and this morning just a figment of my imagination?"

I laughed with her.

"Breakfast," I said, doing a passable imitation of her voice. She giggled... God, I loved that giggle. I couldn't remember when I enjoyed a breakfast more. It may have been only fruit and juice, but she made me wish that it could go on forever.

"Where to today?" she asked, sliding a piece of melon into her mouth seductively.

"I thought a secluded cove somewhere," I replied.

"You are insatiable," she said, "but I love you for it." The silence that followed was almost tangible. Did she really love me, or was it just a phrase picked glibly from the air in response to my suggestion?

"Let's pack," she said, sensing my unease.

We drove along the coastal road almost in silence. Me, slightly apprehensive of the sheer drop beside us into the clear, crystal sea of the Mediterranean, and her, just enjoying the breathtaking views. Her hand rested on my bare thigh as I drove, occasionally running from my knee to the seam of my shorts; a casual action, so simple yet so indicative of the ease we felt in each others company. 

As we turned off the tarmac road and onto a dirt track leading down, I hoped, to the beach, I kept glancing at her. After the trauma I had suffered at the hands, and tongue, of my ex-wife I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have met her. 

"Do you know where you're going?" she asked.

"No, not really," I replied. "Does it matter?"

"I don't think it does," she replied, resting her head on my shoulder as I drove.

A few minutes driving took us to a small, deserted cove, and after unpacking, we lay naked on our beach towels and basked in the warm sunshine.

She turned onto her side, facing me. 

"Do you want me to move in?" she asked, "For the rest of the holiday, I mean."

I couldn't think of anything I wanted more, so plans were made to move her belongings into my room on our return. We didn't make love that afternoon, just lay alongside each other, kissing occasionally, and enjoying the peacefulness of the deserted stretch of beach. 

Late afternoon we drove to the small room she had rented and packed her cases. When we arrived at my 'pension' I sought out the owner and, with as little details as possible, increased my payment to account for the extra occupancy.

"Is this for the rest of the holiday?" he inquired, smiling knowingly at me.

"I hope so," I replied, as I handed him his euros.

Back in the room, after unpacking her things, we decided to have an early dinner, but events dictated that it was almost eleven when we left.

With both of us naked, the soft bed beckoned. I lay on my back as she gently sucked on my nipple, her hand caressing my cock and balls. Erections that had become difficult to coax from my emotionally ravaged body sprung quickly and easily under her touch. I watched with lustful anticipation as her head moved, once more, down towards my groin. 

"I love sucking cocks," she said, as she neared my erection.

"Only mine now," I replied.

"Of course," she laughed, then began to lick the end, her tongue squirming over the slit, before sliding the head into her mouth. I couldn't help but wonder how much practice she'd had at this, she was so good, but I tried to dismiss it from my mind. She was bound to have sucked a few cocks in her time, as I had often been sucked. That was the thing, meeting at our ages, both must have a past. Jealousy has no place for the forty pluses, meeting for the first time. As her mouth moved up and down my shaft, I wondered, how did I compare to her previous lovers? Stop it, I thought, only 'now' matters, not the past, the thoughts persisted.

Thoughts spilled over into words and before my brain could process the almost inevitable ramifications of my question, I spoke. 

"Was your husband bigger than me?" I asked, instantly regretting the words as soon as they passed my lips. She stopped sucking me and walked towards the bathroom.

The insecurities I had nurtured over the years had surfaced once more. Perhaps because my ex-wife had turned those feelings of inadequacy against me like a weapon, I felt the need for reassurance. I realised immediately, this was neither the place nor the time for such a question. 

"I'm sorry," I said, walking after her. "I shouldn't have said that, forgive me." My cock was now swaying, the erection gone. I knew I must have looked as pathetic as I felt.

"That makes me feel like a prostitute, you know, asking me to compare one cock against another, as if it mattered." 

She paused for a moment. "Do you want me to leave?" she added, tears filling her eyes as she turned to me.

"No, no," I replied quickly. "I was so stupid."

"Why now, Robert? We've made love before, so why ask now?"

"Because you've moved in, I suppose. Things are different."

"How different?" she asked, cocking her head questioningly.

"I think I love you," I said, running my fingers through her hair.

"We've only just met."

"Doesn't matter, I do love you, you know?"

"Yes, I think I guessed that, but I'm not sure. I've been hurt and I don't want to be hurt again. You do understand, don't you?" she said, looking intently at me.

"I'll never hurt you," I replied, leading her back into the bedroom. 

She lay on the bed and I kissed her, gently, not knowing if she wanted to carry on our love making or not. My answer came as she slowly pushed me down towards her breasts. I took her nipple into my mouth, it erected almost immediately. My hand drifted over her hip and to her neatly trimmed bush, my palm rubbing over her mound. I heard her sigh under me. She pushed me lower.

"Suck my clit," she whispered.

I needed no second bidding. My tongue traced a path downward. Parting her lower lips I gently circled her nub with my tongue, seeing the clit peeping out from its protective hood.

"Suck on me," she pleaded again.

I took the small, hard pearl between my lips and sucked.

"Harder," I heard her whisper.

I drew it deeper into my mouth, taking the whole area between my lips, and sucked.

"Yes, yes, fuck," 

My cock was aching, desperate for release, but she held my head tight into her groin, grinding herself against me. Her juices were flowing; I lapped at them, tasting her sweet, heavy lubricant.

Suddenly she pulled me up to her face, kissing the wetness from my lips.

"Fuck me," she said, "fuck me hard."

I slid my cock home, feeling her grip me. I began to fuck her slowly.

"Harder," she whispered, "fuck me harder, faster."

I began to pound into her, sliding the full length of my shaft out, then back in until our pubic bones hit.

"Harder, ram me," she said, louder this time.

I began pistioning into her, my climax so close.

"Now," she shouted, "Fill me."

My cock erupted, sending hot cum deep into her, my balls emptying themselves, forcing the ejaculate deep into her cunt.

I collapsed onto her, exhausted.

"You are the fuckin' best," I heard her say, "but no more questions, like that, Robert, please." I didn't know if the first part was true, but my ego bathed in her words and my insecurities evaporated.

"And you're crushing me. Sorry," she added.

I rolled off her and she laughed.

"It must have been good, lover," she said, stroking my hair.

I smiled and nodded, still panting.

"Dinner?" she inquired.

"I'll get dressed in a minute," I replied. "Must shower."

"You need to get into shape," she shouted as I left, "if were going to live together. You have to be fit and healthy for me. I need servicing . . . regularly."

I walked a few more steps before her words registered with me. "You want us to live together?" I asked, silently praying for a positive response.

"If you want to." 

God, yes," I replied, almost running towards her to hold her again.

We kissed, passionately, before she broke free. 

"Er . . . dinner." 

"Right," I answered, "Dinner it is."

Dinner was long and drawn out, as is usual in Greece, and it was almost three when we returned to our room. Her moving in with me hadn't been mentioned since her first comment, and I began to wonder if she was regretting it. I broached the subject tactfully.

"You sure you want to move in with me?" I asked hesitatingly as she nuzzled my neck.

She raised her head, "I am. Are you?"

"Never more sure of anything," I replied, and she again rested herself against me. A few minutes later I felt her breathing deepen as she succumbed to sleep.

The next morning, and every morning of our holiday, started the same way. I woke, slowly, a pleasurable feeling in my groin, as she drew my still limp prick into her mouth, sucking strongly on it. I was soon hard as she drew me deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling over the head. Never losing contact, she swivelled her hips and placing her knees on each side of my head, lowered herself to my mouth; my tongue lapped at her, the taste, now familiar, but still as intoxicating as ever. I moved my head slightly, my tongue finding her clit. I sucked on her gently for a moment then harder as I knew she liked. She slumped against me; I knew she was close. I sucked her clit harder, drawing the area into my mouth as if trying to tear it from her body. She groaned and climaxed, her juices flowing like a river from her. I swallowed greedily, her nectar flowing down my throat. I'd never known a woman produce so much and I loved it.

Suddenly she was gone. I felt her straddle me, her cunt lining up with my hard prick. She dropped onto me, my cock disappearing inside her in one movement. She continued rising and falling, driving me ever deeper into her until I could stand it no longer. I shot load after load into her, filling her.

She smiled down at me, a smile of playful deviousness, and I wondered where this lady was taking me next; I didn't have long to wait. Slipping off me, she again began to suck on my semi-erect cock this time swivelling around, until her cunt was once more over my mouth. I hesitated, seeing the mixture of my own cum and her cream around and inside her opening, but as she lowered herself down onto me I found myself, almost involuntarily, licking and sucking on her, our combined secretions filling my mouth. I swallowed, savouring the sweet, yet salty, taste and I felt her climax again as I drunk from her.

"Is this how you're going to wake me every morning?" I asked, as soon as our bodies returned to normal, the salty taste still on my lips.

"If you want me to." 

I licked my lips, allowing my actions to answer her. As each day passed, it pushed us closer to the end of our holiday, until the time came to pack and return home, me to mine, and her to mine also.

I had to ask her, one last time, if she was sure about moving in, now that the holiday was over; people's feelings change, but hers hadn't.

The flight home was uneventful but when we arrived at the airport an incident occurred that I believe cemented our relationship.

When we cleared customs we headed for the exit. It was then that I saw her, Brenda, my ex-wife, standing in the distance. Susan saw me looking at her.

"Who's that?" she asked, but I'm sure she knew already.

"Someone from a past life," I answered, "long past."

Susan pulled me closer and I saw Brenda disappearing, quickly, through the nearest exit.

I never knew why Brenda was there, maybe to dispel any lingering pleasure I might still have from my holiday, but I didn't care. I have a new love now, a faithful one.



Second Chance



We had what you would call a whirlwind romance; we met in the summer and were married by fall. After graduating from State, I was now in the job market and quickly finding that jobs were scarce. I was sitting in a lobby with ten or twelve other people waiting to interview for the only position they had available. I kept thinking, 'Why would they select me a green college graduate over all the other applicants.' I looked around at my competition and then I saw her, sitting across the room. 

Her brown hair was up showing off her long neck and dangling earrings. Her eyes were brown and clear and showed not fear, as I was sure mine did but confidence. She had full lips with just a hint of color and I found myself wondering how they would taste. Even dressed as she was, in what they call business professional, I could tell she was long and lean yet still shapely. With her athletic legs crossed, she had let her shoe slip off her heel and as it teetered there, I stared at that lovely foot. I glanced up to see her looking at me and felt my face turn red. Yet instead of scorn or disapproval, she actually smiled. 

At that exact moment, the interviewer stuck her head out of the door and called my name, "Sam Watson." I looked at that smile for one more second, and then walked in for my interview. Was it her smile that gave me the confidence to nail my interview, I guess I'll never know but whatever it was, I got the job. Of course, at the time she said she would let me know and I left that office with no idea that I was now employed. As I was leaving, the girl was being called in and as we passed each other, I quietly told her,

"If I don't get the job I hope you do."

This got me another of her radiant smiles and I left that office walking on air.

Downstairs I sat in a Starbucks enjoying a latte as I wondered about my future.

"Mine if I join you,"

She asked and I looked up to see her.

"No, please sit down," 

I said, surprised and glad at the same time. I introduced myself and she told me her name was Clair Johnson. She said,

"I think you got the job."

When I asked her why, she said that the interviewer mentioned that she was impressed with me. Again It must have been that gentle smile, I don't know but somehow I worked up the courage to ask her out as we got up to leave. She said yes and as they say, the rest is history.

Now flash forward fifteen years and although we are still married, I would say the bloom is off the rose, so to speak. Oh, I still loved her and I'm sure she felt the same toward me but now it was more of a comfortable relationship than the white-hot fire of our first few years together. I wouldn't say it's as bad as some; it's not as if I check to see who is on Letterman before we make love, but it's not as often as it used to be. When Clair told me she wanted to go to Florida to see her mother, I was happy when she said I didn't have to go. In reality, I would just be in the way of her visit and I was happy to stay home.

I helped Clair into her taxi to the airport then came inside turned on the game and lay down on the couch to watch it. I must have nodded off because a breaking news bulletin aroused me out of my stupor. All I was able to pick up was,

"Flight to St. Petersburg has gone off the radar and officials are worried it may be lost at sea."

Oh my god, I thought, that is just where Clair is going, is that her flight. My mind was a blank I couldn't even remember what airline she had booked with, let alone what flight number. I called the airport but they couldn't help and when they tried to connect me with the airline with the missing flight I couldn't get through as all the lines were busy. I sat there looking at the phone with a fog of impending doom descending on me. What if Clair was on that flight, what if I never saw my wife again? Did I kiss her goodbye, I must have, but for the life of me, I couldn't remember. Was our last kiss going to be one I couldn't recall? Also I couldn't remember telling her I loved her, would I lose her without her knowing I loved her. 

I felt the tears running down my cheek as my despair overwhelmed me. In all our years, I had never considered a life without Clair. I couldn't bring myself to think of the future so I began to dwell on the past. I saw how much I'd been taking her for granted lately and it hurt so much to realize it was now too late to make amends. How could I have been such a blockhead to not show my love and appreciation to the greatest woman I'd ever been with. 

Just then, I heard the front door open and there stood Clair looking disheveled and mad. I ran to her and grabbed her swinging her around in our front room. I was covering her face in kisses and my tears and the lump in my throat wouldn't allow me to speak.

"Sam, what in the world is wrong with you? I know I missed my flight, dumb cabbie I told him not to take the bridge but he did anyway. Then he gets a flat tire and traffic's so bad no one can get to us to fix it. We were so late I just told him to turn around and take me home. I'll try to sort it out tomorrow."

She didn't know, she had no idea what she'd missed. I sat her down and as I held both her hands, I told her of the news break. After the initial shock, she got out her ticket and it turned out it wasn't even the airline she was flying. She called her mother and just told her she had missed her flight and would come at a later date. 

The first few days after, it was like when we first married, as we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Still after a while, we did calm down and settled back down into the life of a couple who had been married for a long time. Yet, just every so often that day will flash into my mind and I have to stop whatever I'm doing and tell Clair I love her. I know it's silly but I can't ease my mind until I do. 



Second Chance



I thought I was the luckiest guy in the world when I first met Katy. She was stunningly beautiful, intelligent and incredibly hot and sexy. We did everything together and for a long time I thought she was the one I may eventually marry. Then everything changed. I don't know why but overnight the whole serious relationship thing panicked me and I wanted out. As much as I loved her I knew I was young, wasn't ready to settle down and felt I should play the field. I therefore after much sole searching decided to make the break. It wasn't because I had met someone else. I just needed the opportunity to spread my wings and experiment. 

On reflection I was perhaps over confident. Having been going out with a beautiful girl I assumed other equally beautiful girls would be falling over themselves to date me. What I hadn't considered was that in reality I was what many would consider an effeminate sissy.

I was of a slight build and had a young girlish face. I hated sport and had little muscle on my otherwise toned body. Fortunately Katy didn't mind. In fact she loved my sexuality and regularly teased me about my masculinity. She liked me to play effeminate and even made me wear her panties on several occasions. She got incredibly turned on in the knowledge that I was wearing her panties under my suit or jeans and I knew that great sex would soon follow.

Needless to say she took the break up very badly. I thought she would understand but despite my greatest efforts the news hit her hard. She was terribly upset and practically pleaded with me to change my mind. It was hard for me too but I knew I had to have some time out. It wasn't that I never wanted to see her again I just felt I should play the field before settling down or getting even more comitted. She kept ringing my mobile and sending me emails. She even sent flowers and incidentally kept bumping into me around town a bit like a stalker.

Over time her tone got progressively bitter. 'You'll never meet a girl like me,' she screamed. 'I was the best thing that happened on your life.'

Which was possibly true but I had to rid the straying demon from my head otherwise I was sure it would bite us later in our relationship. 

Eventually the message sunk home and she contacted me less and the number of coincidental meets disappeared until her calls stopped altogether. Free and guilt free I enjoyed myself for the first few months meeting girls and trying to date them but over the weeks I grew fed up of being constantly rejected and those who I did date vever lasted more than one night and they quickly lost interest. Worst still I didn't even get close to getting them into bed and after a few months I was desperate for sex. 

I slowly came to the conclusion that no girl came close to my Katy and I soon began to regret dumping her in the first place. I wanted her back and initially thought it would be a simple matter of asking her out and perhaps admitting my mistake. After some soul searching I eventually plucked up enough courage and rang her mobile. I wanted to hear how she was and perhaps meet up for a catch up. 

All in all the call went OK but she said she had met another man and that I had missed the opportunity. She said she was sorry and hoped I would find another girl. Needless to say I was very disappointed but felt there was something about her tone that made me feel she still had some feelings for me.

For the following few weeks I could think of nothing else. She didn't answer my calls, emails, or letters. She blocked me from her facebook and refused to acknowledge my tweets. I was in danger of being a stalker. Then all of a sudden when at a particularly low ebb I saw her in town. She looked stunning as always but was seemed pretty indifferent when I said hello but she did accept my offer of a coffee. But once we had sat down all she did was remind me of my stupidity and what a wonderful time she was having with some guy called Brett. I begged her to take me back but she refused to even consider it. As we finished our drink she disappeared to the lavatory for a few minutes. On her return she had a warm smile on her face and something in her hand. 'On second thoughts,' she said with a chuckle, 'You can do something for me.' 

'Anything ,' I begged.

She reached across the table and clasped my hands with hers. I immediately felt something warm and soft in her palm. 'I want you to go the men's and put these on.' she said.

Obediently I went to open my fist but she held my hand tight. 

'In the lavatory I want you to take off your boxers or whatever you are wearing and swop them with my panties.' She giggled and slowly withdrew her hand. 'It will be like old times.'

I looked at her confused. One minute she didn't seem to care and next minute she was teasing me with a game we used to play. Nevertheless my cock stiffened and I desperately wanted to wear her panties. I got up from the table daring not to unclench my fist. 

'Good girl,' she chuckled, 'hurry back. I can't wait to hear what you think.'

Inside the mens lavatory I darted into a cubicle. There I deftly took off my shoes, dropped my jeans and stepped out of my boxers. Naked from the waist down I took a minute to see what she had actually given me. It was a pair of pretty white lace panties adorned with a tiny rose on the waistband. I hadn't seen them before and for a brief moment wondered if Brett had. I held them to my nose and was immediately reminded of her sweet feminine perfume. I smiled as I slipped them up my legs and was rewarded by a massive erection. 

As I walked back to our table, my boxers stuffed in a pocket, I revealed in their soft feminine tightness on my cock and butt.

'Well,' she said with a broad gin as I sat down, 'I bet they feel real nice?' 

I nodded.

'Now let's do a swop. You keep my panties and I take your boxers.' she laughs as I amicably hand my boxers over so no one could see.

'Are you going to put them under your pillow?' I laugh but her reply hurt. 

'No way I don't think my Brett would appreciate the sentiment. Anyhow,' she said brushing away the very idea. 'I don't want you to hide my panties away like some perverts I want you to wear them as if your own and next time we meet, whenever it may be you can show me that you are wearing them.' With that she said her goodbyes and was gone. No second date, no promise of a call, nothing. Just a pair of sexy panties that she made me wear. Alone I immediately felt self conscious and wondered if the other customers knew what had gone on.

Mystified and excited I did as she asked. I wore them all that day and loved every minute. I masturbated in them that night and even wore them the following day but the day after that I was back in my trusty boxers. That's when, ironically, we bumped into each other again on a train. She sat next to me and after a brief exchange she asked in a hushed whisper if I was wearing her panties. I called her bluff said yes but she demanded to see. Disappointed she pulled from her handbag another fresh pair which she surreptitiously past to me.' I'm very disappointed,' she said, 'but you can redeem yourself by slipping into the trains lavatory and putting this pair on instead and giving me what you are wearing.' 

I tried to not look too eager as I popped into the lavatory and repeated the switch just like the other day. This time her pretty panties were red with black lace trim and very tiny. I struggled to keep my cock in them but nevertheless loved the feeling of the lace and the knowledge that they once adorned her own heavenly body. 

Again once I sat back down she took my boxers from me and disappeared, this time at the next stop. I spent the next coupe of hours in a dreamy bliss feeling my cock twicth between the silk and lace and like the previous night I masturbated in them when I got home and wore them for the next day. 

Three days later I bumped into her just as I was leaving the office and this time she asked me almost straight away. And no I wasn't wearing her panties. Again she seemed disappointed and grabbing me by the hand she pulled me into an alley. There in between two trash cans she slipped off her shoe's and hiked up her own skirt. She made me turn my back but I still heard the rasp of nylons and her exited squeal as she slipped of her hose and stepped out of her panties. 'Hurry,' she said, '..before anyone see. Drop your jeans, take off your boxers and socks and put these on.' She dangled her skimpy panties before me. 'And this time,' she purred, 'I want your socks and you can wear my hose too.' This wasn't so easy but I was fair game and so after an embarrassing struggle I had her pretty panties on and was sliding her silken hose up my hairless legs. They felt wonderful, warm, fragrant and very feminine. Then just like the other night she pocketed my boxers and was gone. 

This game continued over the following weeks. Each time she managed to catch me not wearing either her panties or hose until I had no boxers left at home and had nothing else to wear but her pretty panties.

I didn't mind. I liked wearing them. I felt really naughty wearing them under my suit for work and found the whole sensation thrilling. I felt closer to her and despite not actually dating very connected. I even wore her hose and just hoped no one would notice that I wasn't wearing socks. Then it finally happened she came into the office during her lunch break and asked to see me. I met her in reception and thought she was beginning to melt and wanted to go out for lunch. Instead all she wanted to know was if I was wearing her pretty panties. Fortunately, and for the first time, I was and she was delighted. Yet despite this mini victory she still refused to go out for lunch and told me to be patience and my courage would be rewarded in time. That night she rung my mobile and wanted me to meet her round her flat.

This in my estimation was a massive leap forward and to celebrate I wore a cleanly laundered pair of hose and what i considered her prettiest panties under my jeans.

At her flat I felt immediately at home. We chatted about old times and for the first time I felt I had a chance.

After the formalities, she didn't waist anytime wanting to know If I was wearing her hose and panties and it was with a sense of pride that I said yes. She was again delighted and as I hoped wanted proof. So I stood up ready to drop my jeans but instead she stood in front of me and and looked me squarely in the eye and unbuttoned my jeans. She didn't even flinch as she eased them over my bottom and the cotton of the jeans rasped alluringly against the nylon hose. She bent at the knee and lowered them down inch by inch until they were around my ankle. There she lifted one foot slipped off my sneaker and pulled them off. My cock throbbed as she did this to my other leg then stared motionless at my bulging cock in her panties. She rubbed it lovingly with a hand and stood up. She stepped back and admired my legs in her hose. 'Very nice,' she said unable to resist stroking them up and down. 'I've always loved your legs.. they are so very feminine.'

I blushed as she walked around me inspecting them from every angle. 'You have an enviable pair of legs ... so long and slender. Many girl would want these. You should show them off more by wearing a dress or skirt. ' 

I laugh nervously but secretly loved the idea, especially if it was hers. 

She tugged my t-shirt down as if a skirt so that the hem fell just below my crutch. She pinched butt playfully. 'Careful you don't show too much thigh or you'll get a bad name.' she giggles. 

But any attempt on decency on my behalf was hopeless as any untoward movement caused my t-shirt to rise and brazenly as I flashed my panties. 

As I stood there feeling rather awkward she stood up put on a cd of some smoochy music and fetched me a bra and pair of bright red high heels. I could hardly contain my excitement as she slipped them on my feet. 'That's better,' she said, 'Now come and sit down beside me and lets talk.'

But as soon as I sat down my t-shirt rode up my thighs and openly displayed my panties and bulging cock. I blushed but Katy ignored my blushes. 'So,' she said finally wrapping the bra around my chest, stuffing the cups with tissue and feeding my arms through the tiny straps. 'Whats next?'

Her bra was the turning point. As she fastened the clasp something snapped in me mentally. As the slender straps pulled against my shoulders and the clasp pinched my back I felt myself change literally gender. Up until now wearing her panties had been a sexy hetrosexual game but teamed with her sheer hose, sexy high heels, lace panties and with no trousers I felt decidedly girlish. I shuffled oddly on the chair and smiled to myself as my panties slid deliciously against my skin. I no longer felt like a guy trying to date a girl but a girl herself casually chatting with another girl. The whole sensation made my stomach whirl and though I was enjoying myself beyond my wildest dreams I didn't want my feminine side becoming too prominent and spoiling the task in hand.

'You do look lovely dressed like this,' she said. 'You really do have a gorgeous figure I cannot see why you haven't been able to get another steady girlfriend.' She giggles mockingly. 'I suppose theres not many girls who want a man who likes to wear her clothes.'

'That's not fair,' I say you asked me to dress up for you .' She laughs mockingly reminding me that I could have refused. ' I imagine most girls would find you a threat. Looking so good'

But dressed as I was I felt decidedly girly and all my assertive plans of persuading her to go out with me again dissolved. Instead I sat their perched on the edge of the couch with my legs crossed in my high heels tugging my hem down like a nervous teenager trying to hide my embarrassment. And Katy dressed in jeans and shirt had taken on the more assertive role. Flirting and teasing me like a submissive girl on her first date

'So darling,' she finally says flicking an imaginary hair from my brow, 'where does this lead us? Where do we now go from here?'

I look at her sheepishly and uncross and cross my legs nervously as her eyes roam up and down my legs hungrily.

'I want to carry on where we left off,' I sob, my eyes beginning to water. 'I now realise what I had.. how much you meant to me and I want to make amends.'

'Oh darling,' she coos wiping a tear from my eye, 'a lots happened since you ditched me and I'm not sure if that's possible.'

'Please,' I plead. We were so good together. Give me another chance.'

'You know I've not stood still moping around waiting for you to ask me out again. I've met another man and he's very possessive and so strong. Unlike you he's a real man and treats me like a beautiful lady.' she smirks and lays a hand on my knee and pinches my nylons between her fingers.

But ... that said..' she paused and lent forward and whispered in my ear. 'I still find you very exciting.'

I smile broadly and go to kiss her but she pulls away sharply.

'Hold on,' she adds, 'It's too early, I do still hold something for you but I'm not sure if I want you back in the same way as before.'

'Please' I say again perhaps with a little more desperation, 'we can be so good together. We make a great team.'

She ran her hands up and down my thigh and gave my breast a squeeze. 

'Hmm,' she murmured. 'Let me take you out for a meal,' she says, 'somewhere special. We should discuss it and who knows.'

She smiled almost like she used to and excused herself from the room. She was gone for a few minutes and while she was away I stood up and tottered round the room in her heels. I enjoyed the sensation of my nylon clad legs rasping together and my bra restricting my chest and my t-shirt caressing my butt. I felt so devilishly girly I wanted to have sex there and then so in an attempt to calm down I looked at the photo frames on the on the window sill. It was kind of depressing, they used to contain pictures of Katy and I but now were full of a man I didn't recognise. He was tall muscular, square shouldered with stubble and sporting a short black crew cut. He was quite a handsome hunk and could well understand why Katy found him attractive. This wasn't doing my ego any good at all and as i glanced down at my feminised form, seeing her bra around my chest my nylon covered legs and my feet perched in her towering heels i begin to wonder what she saw in me.

As I gazed at one particular photo something odd happened for the first time in my life. I imagined what it must be like as a girl and to go with a man. Almost immediately I felt my already stiff cock burst outward even more and felt my panties wetten with precum.

As I stood there listening to the cd playing in the background I was blissfully unaware that I was gently dancing to the music in a very feminine manner. And as I swayed to and through revelling in the high heels I realised I secretly yearned to feel a strong man wrap his arms around me and dare I say cum deep inside me.

At this point I was unaware of Katy entering the room and not only did she catch me dancing she caught me putting a photo of her with her new man back on the shelf. Katy was carry a dress still on its hanger.

'Do you recognise this?' she asks brandishing the dress before me proudly. 

I shook my head and tried to rid my mind of the girlish thoughts that were invading my mind. I didn't. Not instantly. It was an a-line dress with three quarter sleeves in bright red with a matching spaghetti strap belt.

'No.. ,' she chuckled, 'take another look .. that does surprise me. This was one of our favourite dresses. We bought it together in London. We went to a club and stayed overnight in a hotel.' She giggled, 'you said I looked like the most sexiest girl you've ever known when I wore this dress. You must remember the hotel at least. It overlooked Regents park and the bed was huge with silken sheets.'

I remembered and smiled lustfully.

'Well,' she said scornfully you will also remember that I was wearing this very same dress when you unceremoniously dumped me a month later.'

I shifted awkwardly from foot to foot and feared another fight. I did remember. There was an awkward pause and I awaited for her to either throw it back at me or dramatically tear it in two. 'Well my darling if you want to date me again it is you who has to wear this gorgeous dress not me.'

I laugh and look at her bemused unsure if she was serious or not. She said nothing more but simply stared at me her eyes seemingly penetrating my panties, bra and hose.

'Well whats it to be.. don't you want to date me again?'

I said nothing unsure what to do. 

She walked around me rubbing her hand along my back pausing to finger my bra strap under my t-shirt. 'It's not much to ask from someone who regularly wears his girlfriends.. ' She paused and corrected herself.. 'who regularly wear girls lingerie.'

I grimaced as she stood in front of me and slipped a hand into my panties. 'I know you enjoy wearing these and want to wear more.' Her fingers caressed my cock and it begins to stiffen. 'You would look so pretty in this red dress. Your shaven smooth legs would look amazing and your padded tits would fill this dress so well. You must know it's so this season. You'll look like a model. I can see you now.. You would look like the sexiest girl ever.' She smiled and held the dress up against my shoulders. I didn't back away but to this day wondered if i should. 'Wear this lovely red dress and I WILL take you out and we can relive old times.'

I looked at her in amazement. 'Are you saying we can resume our relationship.. Start going out again.. Like before?'

She smiled seductively . 'Let's not run before we can walk,' she said, 'but depending on the effort you put in to dressing up for me and how the evening goes. Who knows.' She fingered the dress and pressed the bodice against my chest. 'What I do know is if you refuse to wear this when you leave my flat I will never want to see you again.'




Second Chance



She pushed the dress into my shoulder and I automatically took it from her grasp. She smiled warmly. 'Oh and darling,' she gushes, 'I can lend you these shoes and some make-up. In fact Anything you need to look pretty. But I want you to buy yourself a wig, wax your whole body, arch your eyebrows and have your nails professionally manicured and painted.' She held my hand and looked fondly at my short stubby nails. 'These will look breathtaking with false nails and a bright red ... perhaps even matching your lipstick.'

'What!' I gasp, 'how on earth am I going to do all that?'

She smiled and appeared with a bag of make-up. 'That's your problem not mine. All I suggest is that you don't skimp on your effort as a lot hangs on this date. I don't care how you do it. Enlist the help of a girlfriend, embark on a course of feminine erotic hypnosis .. Whatever. AlI care about us seeing the end result. Thats right my pretty, I want to see you as a sexy convincing girl. You can do that for me .. Can't you?

I nod warily with no idea how I could ever look convincing but was committed to doing anything if it would win back her heart..

'So that means we are going out,' I say nervously. 'A real date?'

She laughs 'Kind of I guess .. Just different.. I will pick you up from your flat just like you used to call for me and I will take you out for a meal. During the meal you and I need to talk about us and how it could work.'

This made me smile. At last the ice queen was melting and seemed prepared to forgive and start afresh.

'So is that clear,' she says again. 'I want you wearing this dreamy red dress looking like a sexy convincing girl . Wearing panties, bra, hose wig and full make-up And then and only then if you look convincing I will take you out.'

I nod a little reluctantly. 

'Excellent,' she says giving me a gentle kiss on the cheek. 'Do a good job. Don't let me down and I will pick you up a week on Saturday at 7 O'clock.' And with that she made it clear that our time together that night at least was over. While she watched I took off the bra, slipped my jeans and sneakers back on gathered the things and left.

What was I to do? and how was I to do it but in reality my concerns where diminished by the thought of a date with my dream girl and a chance to make amends whatever she was going to put me through.

I spend the following night thinking about what Katy said and even did a dress rehearsal. But this was a disaster. The dress was a surprisingly good fit but I looked a complete idiot. It was my own fault. I wore no panties, bra, make-up or shoes and with my short hair I looked like a guy dressed in drag going out in fancy dress. I looked ridiculous and saw no way of ever looking convincing. And yet wearing her dress was a tremendous sexual thrill and longed to wear everything just as a pretty girl should. I'm not sure what her things did to me but I felt pretty, soft and feminine yet I didn't feel gay or want a man. I still felt very heterosexual and now more than ever wanted to get Katy back into bed to prove to her that i was a man just like Brad. But rather than being a testosterone led assertive guy I felt gentle, emotional and relaxed.

Giving up was not an option. Katy knew I enjoyed wearing her things but I had never dressed completely as a woman and certainly never ventured outside in a dress. She knew I would be finding this difficult and yet also knew I would be unable to resist the challenge which I guess was part of the test.

I decided to ask an old school friend , Sally for help. She was a girl who I had known most my life and we regularly used each other in time of need. She was like a sister to me. She originally said I needed my head tested when I said I wanted to split from Katy.

But still wasnt sure what she would say when I tell her about Katy, the date and why I need her help. 

Fortunately her reaction was surprisingly favourable. I asked Sally over the phone and could tell she was laughing. She said she would take me out and get everything sorted.

After taking the mick out of me she said that my devotion was commendable and hoped that Katy appreciated all the effort that I was putting in. 

Sally had an aunt who owned a beauty parlour. This made the task much easier but when the Saturday came round and Sally took me to meet her and her team they too laughed when Sally told them my plight. That said they very quickly they got down to business, stripping me down to my panties and making me war a white towelling robe.

They treated me just like a normal girl giving me a full body wax. Moisturising my body, attaching false painted nails and arching my brows. They even lent me a shoulder length blonde wig and after a couple of hours they were presenting me with the robe as a gift and commending me in how beautiful I looked and what a girl i would make later that day.

Sally dropped me back at the flat and told me to relax. She would be back later and help me dress. Alone I daren't do anything to damage me nails. I carefully undressed out of my male stuff as Sally had told me and slipped onto the fluffy white gown. I made myself a stiff drink and padded around nervously unable to eat. Sally came back as she promised to help me prepare mentally and physically. I was in my dressing gown when I answered the door. 

Considering Katy wasn't picking me up till 7 O'clock I thought getting ready at 1 O'clock rather early but Sally disagreed. 'We've got so much to do and I think you'll find it's not just the clothes that make the woman. We need to practice on your whole persona. What to say, how to walk, how to flirt. To be a convincing young girl you need to hold yourself correctly, say the right things and walk like a sexy young girl . So come on pour us a glass of wine and let's get you dressed.' 

She followed me into the bedroom and watched as I slid a stocking up each leg and fastened them to my suspenders belt. 

'Your legs are amazing,' Sally said as I straighten my seams. 'Unbelievable.' Next was the bra. Katy had padded it out with special firm pads that felt very realistic. 'Now,' Sally said lets make up your face and get you dressed so we can you practice being a girl.' 

I sat on the sofa as she covered my face with foundation and dusted my eyes with shadow. She lengthened my eye lashes with mascara and painted my lips with a glossy lipstick. 'How do you feel,' she said as I puckered my lips and let the lipstick settle. 

I smiled and nodded feeling a little uncomfortable in confessing my true feelings.

'I bought with me a tight pencil skirt and a frilly blouse I thought if you wear this during the afternoon you will get used to wearing a skirt and being girly. We can talk girly things practise your walk and I'll show you how to act so even your mother would think she has a daughter not a son. By the time 7 O'clock comes round you will forget you are a guy and enjoy the night as a girl and who knows you may even get lucky.

After I had pranced about practising my girly walk and mannerisms, had several glasses of wine and practised playing with my hair, looking coy and generally flirting I was done. 

Sally unveiled the pretty red dress and helped me into it. Zipping me in and clasping me securely at the back. She brushed my wig and secured it on my head. She touched up my make-up and filled a clutch bag, that she had leant me with some girly things. I squeezed on the high heels and quickly practised another walk.

Perfect ,' Sally said watching me waddle up and down my room. 'You look stunning. A real head turner. Katy will hardly recognise you. How do you feel?'

I looked at myself in the wall mirror and could feel a tear welling up in my eyes. 'Thank you,' I said coming over all emotional. 'I'm not sure what I would have done without you.'

Sally gave me a girly hug, cleared her own throat and gave me a big kiss on the cheek careful not to smudge my foundation. 'It's up to you now.' She finally said, 'I can do no more. You look amazing and Katy cannot fail to be impressed. Me personally, I am amazed how you look.. And don't take this the wrong way .. Ravishing. I don't know about Katy but you'll have trouble keeping the boys at bay talk about her.' I smile sweetly and thanked her for all efforts. At the door she turned to me once more and held both my hands. 'Just enjoy yourself but don't get too carried away. Katy, however much you love her can be a wicked tease. You dumping her taught her a lot and she's no longer the innocent little girl you once knew. Don't let her do anything you don't want to.'

And with that she was gone. I was alone in my flat dressed completely as a convincing girl. I could hardly contain myself with excitement and had to keep popping to the toilet. I felt as if I had been working to this point for so very long I could hardly believe that it had come.

7 O'clock came and went and as I sat perched on a chair in my dress and high heels I began to wonder if I had been duped. Could this girl i loved be so cruel as to make me dress up this way and then let me down cruelly and humiliated. I poured myself another stiff vodka and watched my lipstick mark the glass as I took a sip. On an empty stomach it went straight to my head and I began to feel woozy. I stood up and checked myself in the mirror. Played with my hair, adjusting my hose and smoothed my dress petrified that she may see my panty line.

Eventually the door bell rang. My heart kept and wondered what I should do if it wasn't Katy. I waited a good few seconds before walking to the hall.

I stood trembling at the door but saw her familiar figure through the side window.

'My goodness you look amazing,' she gushed as I opened the door. 'You look incredible. She pushed me inside and kicked the door shut behind her. 'You really do look incredibly hot.' She held me by the hand and dragged me to the bedroom.

She was decidedly casual wearing a pair of tatty jeans and a hoddy but Ii didn't care. Her eyes were bright and she looked high on excitement. 

She held me close and kissed me hard on the lips. One hand fingering my waist the other around my shoulder pulling me close. Her kissing got hotter and hotter. Her hand around my neck dropped to my butt and was soon joined by the other. She squeezed my cheeks and began pulling my groin into hers. What happened next was what I dreaded and my cock which had been flaccid all day, woke up and began to stiffen. 

'Hello darling,' she says pulling away from me. 'You are pleased to see me. Have you missed me, do you want me to take control or do you like wearing pretty girls clothes?'

She kissed me again but this time one of her hands worked around the front of my dress and began to massage my growing cock. 'But what are we going to do with this naughty thing,' she said. 'It will ruin the line of your pretty dress and potentially give the game away. Im not sure if I can take you out like this.'

'No please,' I say Ive done everything you asked. Please take me out.'

Katy ignored my pleas. 'Who was the last girl you dated?'

I floundered uncomfortable about revealing details about my lack ok conquests. 'Julie,' I quickly said making a name up out of the blue.'

'Perfect,' she said, 'tonight you can be my Julie. I cannot call you by your real name. Not when you are dressed so beautifully. So Julie it is and such a pretty name.'

She pushed me to the sofa and bent me over the back of the chair like a doll. I flopped over the couch my high heels still firmly on the ground. She pulled my hips away from the couch so she could fondle my cock and slowly pulled my dress up to my thighs. She gasped as her inquisitive fingers worked their way into my panties and soon began to fondle me like a girl. And as she fingered me she pressed her own groin into my butt and lent over my back so she could whisper in my ear.

'Tell me Julie... How does it feel to be the pretty girl in a dress while I play with you just like a girl?'

I tried to reply but my blood was rushing to my cock and I had difficulty concentrating as my stomach spiralled with excitement.

She teased me cruelly with her hands around my cock and her actions got stronger and stronger until she was pulling at my cock and pressing into my but with an exciting rhythm. 

'Careful of my dress,' I found myself squealy then realising my mistake tried to excerpt some masculinity to get on top of the situation but she was a determined lady and I could tell where she wanted me so fearful of spoiling her advances I went along with her game even giggling girlishly 

'What's up Julie do you want to cum in your panties? You naughty girl. I bet you let all the boys have you over the couch before going on a date.'

she teased me more yanking harder and harder. 

'I want you,' I mutter. 'I want to be inside you.. I.. I ... I.. I stuttered and before I could say anymore I felt a thousand star explode in my stomach and my love burst out my balls.

But Katy had control and and like it or not I was soon squealing like a little girl as I began to spurt my creamy excitement into her hand and my pretty panties. 

'That's a good pretty girl,' she said pumping me dry. 'With that gone I think we can venture outside without any noticeable excitement. What do you think Julie?' 

She was right my cock had became flaccid and shrivelled inside my panties so even though my dress was clingy you could see nothing of my hidden surprise.. 'You may want to change,' she said pointing to my groin, 'before it stains, a clean pair of panties will make you feel so much fresher.' 

smirked and felt my face redden. I couldn't believe that she had jerked me off bent over a couch dressed as a woman. 

'You do have another pair don't you? 

'Yes,' I mutter. 

'Good then while I wash my hands you change your panties and fix your lipstick and we better be off or they will give away our reservation.'

The drive to the restaurant was relatively uneventful that is to say little was said between us. I made a fool of myself sliding into her low sports car and she couldn't seem to keep her eyes of my knees. I found sitting in the passenger seat with my legs together very unusual. Odd in the sense that I always drive and odd in that I'm normally wearing trousers. The air con was a treat and cool air blowing up my skirt was a treat only a girl can talk about. That said I enjoyed sitting demurely in the car and practiced sitting with my legs crossed, knees together straight ahead and angled towards Katy. She particularly liked me checking my make-up in the vanity mirror.

The restaurant was a romantic Italian full of courting couples in cosy nooks. I remembered it as Katy pulled up in the car park. It was the restaurant we last met in and the restaurant in which I dumped her.

'I thought it was poignant,' she said as I linked arms with her and walked inside, 'a fresh start a new beginning. I even managed to book the table we sat in before.'

I cringed and wondered if this whole evening had been staged to humiliate me.

We were shown to our table like two girlfriends out together. No one suspected a thing. Katy insisted I sat where she sat last time.

'How does it feel?' She giggled after our pasta arrived and we started to eat.

'What do you mean,' I said, 'coming back to this restaurant with you?'

'No stupid wearing that dress and being the girl. '

I cleared my throat and replied in hush tones, 'please don't go on about it. I'm here. I've done it and yes I feel very uncomfortable but I want you to know I would do anything for you. You know that. I so want you back and now realise what we had. You meant so much to me and I threw it all away.'

'Yes you did. You hurt me. I was so upset. With no warning nothing. one minute I thought we were both happy the next, I was in that dress, we were in this restaurant, at this table and you dumped me. '

I grimaced. 'I know I'm so sorry.'

'Well i'm not so sure you are.' She smirked. 'Why don't you go to the ladies and touch up your make-up before dessert?'

'No,' I say not wanting to make an exhibition of myself, 'It's ok,' I say determined not to walk through the restaurant on my own and to the ladies toilet which I wasn't sure was even legal but Katy wouldn't accept no for an answer. 'Go,' she said,' do something to your hair, go powder your nose or whatever I want to see you from a distance and how the other diners react.'

Reluctantly I stood up and held my clutch bag nervously.

My chair scrapped as I pushed it back and all the other diners watched as I weaved my way amongst the tables. Wearing the dress was humiliating enough but it was so bright there was no way I could move without being noticed.

Two lads grinned as I swept past their table my heels click clacking on the wooden floor. I caught their eye. One looked strangely familiar and he smiled as I brushed past and was sure he gave me a cheeky wink.

Fortunately the ladies was empty as I skipped in and darted into a cubicle. I remembered what Sally had said as I bunched my dress up pulled my panties down and squat over the toilet just like a lady.

Katy watched me navigate back to the table and sniffed the air as I walked past. 'I love your perfume,' she said, 'very feminine. What is it?' I replied and blushed but pleased that she had noticed. 'It's these small touches that make a woman.' She remarked.

We chatted and flirted. It was kinda cute it was as if we were on our first date. We may have looked a little strange like two girls but I really didn't care. We were getting on so well I really thought she was accepting me back despite the fact that I was dressed as the feminine girl.

She held my hand across the table and admired my nails. 'You really did it,' she said softly 

I nodded and bushed and fluttered my eyelashes. 

'I always knew you wanted to wear girls clothes even if you didn't know yourself. And they suit you so much. You have such a beautiful figure, tiny waist, long legs it is such a shame to hide yourself away in drab male clothes. I've always liked a man whose in touch with his feminine side. My current man is a man in every sense of the word and would never wear panties.' 

I laugh nervously. 'What are you trying to say?' I ask. 

She smiles and waves at the waiter for the bill. 'I'm not saying anything in particular. All I'm saying is that I like you dressed as you are and if you want to see me again you will have to get used to wearing the dress.' Anyhow let's not spoil the moment. What do you want to do next? Go dancing or perhaps back to mine?'

'Normally I would love to go clubbing but I'm not sure if I want to in this dress. 'I don't know how to dance as a girl. and .. well it will be full of guys.' 

She laughs. 'You never did dance very well as a guy so I've no idea how you would dance in high heels and a dress. Besides looking like you do you may attract quite a following and I'm not sure if I want to share you just yet.'

I heave a sigh of relieve.

'Come on then my pretty I'm very proud of you so let's get you home.'

I plucked up courage and asked if we could go back to hers.

'My, my,' she smirks, 'you are being brave but sadly I don't think Bret would appreciate you at all. He is staying over tonight and I said I was going our for a girly gossip with an old friend.' She laughs. 'Julie. He is so jealous he didn't believe me.'

I smile but hate him already. 

'He was convinced I was seeing some guy so he came along and bought a mate out for a meal. He's here in the restaurant now by the window.' 

I almost go sick and try to look casually over to the window in a state of shock and see the black haired guy who I noticed earlier as I went to the toilet. His hair was slightly longer but I recognised him now from her photos.

'Oh my goodness,' I cry, 'does he know who I am?'




Second Chance



She chuckles, 'Of course not as far as he's concerned you really are Julie. Come on lets go before he invites himself over. You look good but your voice is a little deep.'

Katy paid the bill and walked me out to the car. The drive home was really pleasant she chatted away like old friends and it was only when she put her hand on my knee and slipped it under the hem of my skirt did I remember the odd situation I found myself in.

I so wanted to sleep with her but I knew this was not going to happen at least not tonight.

As we pulled up outside her house she reached inside her glove box and pulled out a huge strap on cock and harness. 'Do you want me to come in?' she chuckles. 'I do fancy getting that dress off you but you know what will happen if I do.' She fingers the massive dildo carefully and wets it with her tongue. 'How much of a woman are you really?'

Does Katy get her wicked way with you or do you refuse and suggest you meet another time. What about Brett does he stand aside while you take his girl or are you part of the plan? Does sally come to your rescue or does she want you in panties too?Suggestions welcome.



Second Chance



I didn't know where we were going. They never told me.

I was in the passenger seat, John was driving, and David had his face between us, his arms on the tops of our seats as he leaned forward from the backseat. He was begging for disaster if John were to slam on the brakes.

John was my boyfriend, but not for much longer if things didn't straighten themselves out between us, and soon. I was tired of telling him what I needed. Mostly, that was marriage. After all these years together, he should have figured that out by now.

David was his best bud. A guy I'd had a crush on our freshman through sophomore year of college. A guy who hadn't realized I'd existed at the time, and still didn't ten years later other than knowing I was his best friend's longterm girlfriend.

The music in the car was low, and the guys were rambling on about some game they had seen last night. I was staring out at the stars, going through all the things I needed to do at work come Monday.

I hadn't realized John had pulled over until David was pushing on the back of my seat. It was a futile attempt to get me to open the door so he could climb out of John's dilapidated two-door car. No way was I getting out until I had some answers.

"Where are we?"

"Get out, Mandy." John jerked his keys from the ignition and opened the driver's side door, the overhead light casting a dull yellow glow over the interior before the door closed again.

I groaned at David's insistent jerking on the headrest. He was like a bored child. "Stop it! "

"Come on!" I heard John yell from outside.

"Not until I know why we're here. "

David growled. He gave up on me and slid across to the other side of the car, fumbling for the door handle from the backseat. The interior light flickered on again. Then I was alone in the dark once more.

I heard the crunch of gravel under their feet as they walked away. I cursed under my breath then jerked the door open, racing after them. "You're both assholes, you know."

They ignored me, continuing their path past the several cars littering the parking area as they approached a house twenty feet away. The two stories loomed over us, and the building itself was laid out in an L-shape with a door in each section. I wasn't even sure if it was all one building or separate apartments with two entrances. A heavy, musical base made the doorframes rattle, and flashes of neon lights peeked out from behind blinds on the otherwise dark windows.

"Will you two stop and tell me what's going on?" I shoved my hands in the pockets of my hooded sweatshirt, shivering in the night breeze.

"I told you we shouldn't have brought her," John mumbled as he opened one of the white, screen doors.

"John?" I glanced at him and then David. "What do you mean? Where are you going?"

John ignored me, pushing the inner door open instead. The music volume increased exponentially, then suddenly it was muted again as the door closed behind him.

"Dammit, John!"

David disappeared through the other entrance.

I caught the outer door before it slammed shut, but I paused, wondering which guy I should follow. I groaned and stepped inside after David.

"Wait for me!" I stopped a few feet inside, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness.

Outside, the moon and stars provided enough light to see by. In here? The neon flashes only gave glimpses of other people. Some were dancing. Some were just standing, talking and drinking. Although, I didn't know how they could hear each other over the music.

"David!" I tried to follow his quickly retreating form. At least I thought it was him. The lights flashed, and suddenly no one was in front of me anymore.

I decided to stay where I was, just like when I was a kid and would get separated from my mom when we were at the mall. If I stayed put, she always found me. Eventually. I assumed that to be true of either John or David.

Someone brushed past me, and I stepped out of the way, right back into a wall. I let out a deep breath. As I looked around, I realized it was one big open space. Both the door John and David had entered led into the same room. By the red and blue pulsing lasers that alternated from lighting the ceiling then the floor from somewhere off in the distance, I could tell the furniture was sparse. A couple of couches randomly arranged against walls. But for the most part, it was just an empty space with a lot of people milling about in small groups.

Great. We had crashed a college frat party. I was too old for this. But since I was here, I could use a beer.

As I walked across the room, my steps in time with the flashes of light so I didn't run into anything or anyone, I wondered why the guys had come here. We were in our thirties. This wasn't our crowd. We were working people, and we didn't go clubbing anymore. Hell, my idea of a good night out these days was fine dining with my coworkers and a bottle of wine. If David was looking for a quick shag, I'm sure he could have found a willing partner at one of the local bars. He didn't need to drag John and I along with him to God-knows-where. I didn't want to think that this had been John's idea.

I finally found the kitchen. There was a single light on over the sink where a pile of used red plastic cups had gathered, dredges of a cigarette and beer floating in the bottom of the top one. I pulled a fresh cup off the stack on a nearby counter and poured a beer from the keg that had been situated on the floor in a barrel of ice. I took a long swig, draining half the liquid, then refilled my cup and headed back to the main room. I still couldn't see John or David, but the beer was good, and the beat was starting to relax me. I wandered around, using my hand on the wall as a guide. Eventually, I heard voices as the music changed and grew more distant behind me. There were some cheers, some hooting and hollering. I saw flashes of light—from a camera this time.

And I suddenly knew. I'd seen the videos online. I wanted no part of this. Yet my curiosity got the better of me. So I proceeded toward the room ahead of me where light spilled into the hall.

As I drew closer, I heard the grunts and groans. I stopped in the doorway. The crowd of at least a dozen college boys and a couple of girls suddenly parted enough for me to get a direct eye-line of a bed. John was kneeling on the floor beside it, his face buried between the parted legs of a naked blonde.

I dropped my cup, my beer splattering over my feet. I didn't care. And no one else seemed to either. They were focused on watching my boyfriend eat out a college girl's pussy. The tears formed in my eyes, and my chest tightened. I wanted to scream. I wanted to turn and run away. Yet I couldn't move.

It was as if I were home watching the videos with John beside me. College Fuckfest I think they were called. While amateur, they had been a useful tool to get us in the mood some nights early on in our relationship. Every now and then, I'd peek at one online again when John was out of town on business. I'd always envisioned what it would have been like for John and I to be the couple in those scenes.

But now? Now I wasn't the one John was licking and fingering while people snapped pictures or recorded the encounter on their iPhones. I wasn't the one gasping and fondling my breasts as the slender guy with a tight ass stood and stripped, revealing a hard cock while a video camera tried to catch the best angles.

I bit back my own gasp as he thrust into her, like the knife he was stabbing into my heart. I stepped back, barely registering as I ran into a firm chest. But when strong arms wrapped around me from behind, turned me to face away, I whimpered. And when I inhaled to catch my breath and drank in the sandalwood-scented cologne that took me back so many years in an instant, tears pricked my eyes. I looked up slowly, and my knees gave out as a strangled groan escaped.

"Shh," was all David said. He tightened his embrace and dragged me back into the hallway with him. Once we were alone in the dark, he pressed me up against the wall and kissed me.

I moaned, forcing my eyes to stay open, even if I couldn't see him. I felt his tongue outlining my mouth before it pressed for entrance. I parted my lips for him, clawing at his arms. This was a dream. A nightmare and a dream rolled into one.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring as his hands tilted my head as he wanted it. His knee pressed between mine, and I settled down onto this thigh. He rubbed against me, and I rode on the cusp of an orgasm. John had trained me to do that over the years. To let my mind control when I could come, even on command from him. After what I had seen...what I was feeling right now... I was raw. The friction of my jeans pressing against the thin layer of my panties and my swollen pussy only heightened the sensation.

A loud shriek and a giggle broke into my brain, and my heart lurched. I pulled away from David, my head lolling to the side as I cried.

David grasped my hand and led me away.

I followed him through the darkness. I had no idea where we were going, and I did not care. We climbed some stairs. We passed people making out in the shadows of hallways. Caught a glimpse of a couple having sex in a bathroom through a crack in the door. I stumbled, and David slowed, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

There was an open door ahead of us, the room dark and silent beyond. David led me inside, closed the door, and I heard the snick of a lock behind turned. I collapsed on the end of the bed as I bumped into it, the tears coming faster now.

"Oh, Mandy," he whispered. A soft light snapped on.

I glanced around the room. It was quite tidy for a college boy's room, yet the signs of masculinity were everywhere. A variety of sports teams and scantily-clad models on posters adorned the walls. A pile of jeans and tennis shoes in one corner by an open closet door that revealed an array of colorful T-shirts. A stereo and TV that took up a third wall. A few beer cans on the dresser along with a bottle of cologne, shaving cream, a razor, and a simple comb. The black-and-white checkered bedspread and pillows beneath me.

"Why?" I sniffled. I wasn't really sure what I was asking. Why John was doing this? Why David was doing this? Maybe why I was doing this?

"Because he's a jerk." David came toward me, his steps slow, as if approaching a timid animal. "Because I screwed up. Because you deserve more. But mostly because I want a second chance."

"What do you mean? You never even gave me one."

"I did. New Year's Eve, sophomore year. I kissed you."

I remembered that kiss. It had been quick, at the stroke of midnight. And John had ripped me away to makeout in the corner. I hadn't seen David the rest of the night. I had planned that kiss, and he hadn't come after me. I figured David didn't want me like that.

"Please."

He was standing directly over me when he said it. His hands cupped my cheeks, his thumbs brushing away my tears as he stared at me, his eyes dark. Then he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, gently sucking on my lower lip.

I closed my eyes this time. Together, we scooted back on the bed. He laid down on top of me and kissed me harder, more thoroughly. My leg wrapped around his, and I moaned as I felt his arousal press against me through our jeans. He rolled us onto our sides, and one of his hands smoothed down my back until he could squeeze my ass.

Our mouths kissed. Our hands roamed. The tension between us increased until I was whimpering in his arms. He made quick work of removing our clothes, mine first then his. Then he was lying on top of me again, his skin so hot as it pressed against my breasts and stomach.

I got lost in tracing my fingers along his back and sides. Finally feeling him as I'd always wanted to. As I'd hoped to that New Year's night so long ago. If this was a dream, I wanted to remember every inch of him.

"Open for me, Mandy," David breathed against my ear. His fingers entwined in my hair, tugging my head back so he was staring into my eyes once more.

I moaned and parted my legs wider, pulling my knees up so my feet were flat on the mattress. His hips nestled between them, and I felt my breath catch as he pressed into me.

His mouth covered mine as he sheathed himself completely in my heat. I shook beneath him, my fingers digging into his back as I tried pull him deeper. It wasn't enough. I wanted more. I needed more. And then he gave it to me as he withdrew so slowly I thought he was going to pull me inside out. My body craved him, gripped him, and my head rolled from side to side when he took a breath. His re-entry was just as excruciating. I loved it. I felt the tension in his back, how his body shook as he tried to retain control. I never wanted it to end.

But suddenly, I tightened around him, my whole body going stiff. This was wrong. I had a boyfriend. A cheating boyfriend, albeit. But I shouldn't—

"Shh, it's okay, Mandy. It's just you and me now. It's okay to come undone."

So I did. For the longest time, all I could feel was him sliding in and out of me. His breath hot on my face and neck as he alternated between kissing me and licking and nipping at my neck. His body heavy on mine, making me feel safe. Suddenly, everything tightened in a delicious, tingling way, and I cried out as I shook beneath him.

He kissed me through my orgasm, whispering my name. I was still numb as he lifted himself up and sped up, fucking me so hard I was soon on the edge of the cliff again. He grunted and groaned long and loud, and I came again shortly after he did.

I must have drifted off, because when I opened my eyes, were still on the bed but under the comforter. I was on my back, David on his side smiling down at me. His palm covered my pussy, his fingers lightly stroking the outer lips, then the inner ones, but not touching my clit.

"Hey," he whispered and leaned down to kiss me. When he had me distracted, he thrust two fingers deep inside me, making me cry out, my eyes shooting wide open to stare at his.

He lowered his mouth to suck my nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking at the pebbled peak. He continued to stroke me until I was a writhing mass of boneless limbs in his arms, then he threw his leg over my hip and pulled me into his embrace.

"Don't you think someone might want their bedroom back?" I mumbled against his shoulder when I was able to speak again.

David kissed the top of my head, his fingers drawing lazy circles on my back. "Nah, my little brother has loaned it to me for the night."

I giggled, feeling drained, sleepy, yet so alive. "So you had this planned, huh?"

"I had hopes. That's why I insisted you come along." He tilted my chin up and studied my face for a long moment.

"So you knew? About John?"

David closed his eyes, and his jaw hardened. Finally, he sighed. "Yes. And it isn't the first time."

I choked back a sob. David's arms tightened around me.

"Don't, Mandy. Don't go there. I know you. You're trying to think of all the times he was away on business. Was he lying? Yes, sometimes. But you'll beat yourself up for nothing. It's not your fault. It's who he is. I told you before. You deserve more than him."

"Can I?" I gulped and slid a hand up to cup his cheek, to stroke the stubble there.

"Can you what, sweetie?" He gently nipped my thumb when I brushed it over his lips.

"Can I just walk away from him?"

He gripped my chin and kissed me deeply. "Yes. And I will help you. I will be there every step of the way." 

I closed my eyes and snuggled against him, nuzzling his neck. "Thank you, David."

"For what?"

"For giving me a second chance."

~ H



Second Chance



Rick stood by his bedroom window gazing outside, a pained look on his face. The sunny suburban scene outside was picturesque but he could care less. All he could feel was the slight thump of his head. He hated Mondays, and the reality of a weekend ended. Last night was still a blur and not at all surprising as he had had one beer too many. It was the first time he had lost control of his drinking and did not appreciate the consequences. He smacked his mouth in disgust as it tasted like he had just ingested a dead skunk. He left his room and drudged down the hall at a snail's crawl to take a badly needed shower.

The short distance felt like a mile.

He heard voices coming from the living room as he went past. The door was slightly ajar. He could hear David's usual charismatic chatter occasionally interrupted by an unfamiliar female voice. David was at it again, Rick mused. His roommate had kind of a Don Juan complex going on; which meant that Rick was living with a celebrated man-whore. Amazingly, the girls kept on coming in spite of his reputation! Who was his new prey? Rick thought about taking an impromptu detour to check out his best-friend's latest conquest but his disheveled appearance proved discouraging. 

He certainly felt like he had gone a couple of rounds with Mike Tyson. 

The bathroom was as clean as you would expect when two guys rented a bachelor pad. David's towel was on the sink and still wet. And my mom calls me a slob, Rick murmured to himself. He took his time in the bathtub nursing away his migraine with a couple of pain meds from the medicine cabinet. He finished off by brushing his teeth and left the bathroom feeling fresher than he had coming in. He went back to his room for a clean change of clothes. They were still at it in the living room. Trust David to keep a girl interested for however long.

He chose a white shirt and some old grey slacks. Now for a quick glance into the living room before breakfast!

"Hi guys," he said walking in.

"Mornin' to you too. Took you time waking up, dude. Its already ten in the morning." David was casually sprawled on the big comfy sofa with a pretty looking girl at his side. He had on his favorite tightly fitting combination of a grey Maroon 5 t-shirt and black denim pants. He considered that ensemble his 'pussy magnet'. As if Rick needed any more remainder of his disdain for Adam Levine. The girl was clearly smitten for she barely noticed him as he stood over them or, just blatantly ignored him. Her slutty thigh-high dress gave a clear indication of what her endgame was. Rick caught a glimpse of her cleavage and couldn't help but be impressed. Her large juicy melons were thrust in David's face suggestively. A purely shameless act of seduction that David appeared not to mind. "You can't handle the booze, can you? Find a new hobby. Knitting would really complement your delicate hands," he joked. David, as usual, never seemed to suffer the after effects of his nocturnal existence.

"Ha!ha!ha!" Rick laughed sarcastically. "I would definitely like to take a dip in your family gene pool. How the fuck can you be so chipper after a night like the last."

"You wanna know the secret, mi amigo?" David cockily asked, betraying his current infatuation with all things Spanish. He wanted to add a little Latin flavor to his arsenal which already included movie star looks, the ability to charm (lie with a straight face) and from reliable sources; a cock that would make a porn-star envious.

"Do tell."

"Waking up next to a beautiful woman," David replied coyly before emphasizing, with eyes on the girl, "mujer hermoso." He struck gold as the chica giggled like a schoolgirl. Somebody should enlighten him on how inaccurate Google translate could be, Rick reflected.

Rick was so distracted by David and his slinky visitor that he had not noticed a fourth presence in the room.

"Hi Rickie." That sweet soft voice, Rick thought as he turned towards the figure seated by the window. He had known it would be her before he even set his eyes on that deceptively delicate face. Jesus! Her green eyes were eerily beautiful. Eyes he had always seemed to get lost in, back when they were still in high school... siting side by side in class. Eyes that still haunted him especially when he fell into his occasional moments of retrospect. How in hell was she in his living room and not somewhere else far away being a medical intern?

"Hi, Sharon." Her name felt so strange as it rolled off his tongue especially since he had never expected to see her again. Anytime soon , anyway. "Long time no see."

"A long time indeed," she said softly. There eyes never parted as they stood there caught in a nostalgic reverie. She hadn't changed a bit this last three years. Memories of a past nearly forgotten came flooding back. Their first kiss... her soft moans as their bodies entwined in passionate embrace.... Stolen moments when her uncle wasn't around. She had been his first and sadly, his last til this point. He never advertised that even to David, his closest buddy. Being celibate was easy, especially when you were hang up on someone as he was on her. He had thought of going back for her many a times, but....

"You are the last person I expected to see in my living room. What brings you to our humble city?" Rick finally inquired. He was clearly taken aback by this turn of events.

"Actually, I'm a student at the college as of this semester. I decided to track you down the moment I got here. I hadn't realized how hard a task it would be until I learned that you don't live on campus-your mother was quite forthcoming about that. The college is damn massive enough without adding the surrounding neighborhood. Lucky enough, I ran into Trish here who seemed to know David, or of his reputation really well," she answered as her gaze went to the two seated on the couch. "She clearly had her own agenda." 

David and Trish had momentarily put their lust aside in order to take in the intriguing exchange unfolding in their midst.

"Don't tell me you finally succumbed to the cold weather back there? Or was med school too hard?" Rick asked taking the last remaining sofa which gave him a clear view of her slender form. She sat down with her legs crossed. Rick found it strange, seeing her in such formal attire. The pant suit was more suited for a job interview.

"Guys," David stood up suddenly. "Trish and I have some unfinished business back in my room, so if you will excuse us...." He trailed off as he left the the room with a giggling Trish trailing behind.

And they were alone. Just the two of them with nothing standing between them but two years of suppressed emotions.

"They just met today! He does know she's a world class floozy, doesn't he?" Sharon said in a mystified tone.

"Then they are peas of the same pod or should I say, 'birds of a feather....'" He saw her smile and his heart skipped a beat. "You still haven't told me how you ended up in this tropical paradise."

"The sandy beaches and charming personalities were too much of a draw." Her voice didn't sound at all convincing. "lets just say I got expelled," she finally blurted out, her hands going to her face as Rick failed to hide his astonishment. She didn't just say that. Sharon the honor student and high school's example of a perfect student.

"What have I exactly missed this last three years? You got expelled from medical school....How? Why"

"What you just said earlier. Birds of a feather do flock together but they also take time to go screw with other birds... of a different feather."

"What do you mean? You have never been one to be pressured into doing anything you didn't want to. I can attest to that, "Rick said matter-of-factually. "Girls in med school must really be something."

"It was actually a guy," she whispered. "My boyfriend turned out to be a drug dealing scumbag who used stupid me as his drug mule. Anyway, to cut a long story short, the university barely accepted my side of the story. Honestly, I myself couldn't believe how stupid I was."

He tried to push away images of her in some other guy's arms.Jealousy was a bitch! "I hope the asshole ended up in jail," he was irate. She looked so small and vulnerable as she sat there. He wanted to take her in his arms and comfort her with soft kisses like it was back then, but he didn't move a muscle. Three years have passed, but she may not have forgiven him. And, in any case, it looked as if she'd gotten over him.

"I'm lucky not to have followed him there." She sat up abruptly and continued forcefully, "I'll probably only end up as a teacher as no reputable medical college will touch me." Her face lit up for a moment as she added, "I love children and science. Doesn't that make for a good combination?"

She got up before he could reply and gazed out the window. "Nice neighborhood." Her face looked so forlorn even as she bravely tried to hide her disappointment. "When Trish mentioned David, I knew you would not be far away. Since you already know all about my sad life, what of you and this last couple of years?" She sounded so subdued.

Rick got up abruptly and approached her from behind. He pulled her to him in a firm embrace. She did little to resist his arms around her. 

She barely moved for a while before finally looking up at him and murmuring, "why did you leave me? You never kept in touch." 

He silenced her with a firm but gentle kiss. His probing lips against her soft mouth. She surprisingly obliged by opening her mouth slightly. There tongues met in a pleasure inducing tango. He could feel her small supple breasts against his firm chest. His strong hands gently caressed her slender back, enjoying the feel of her petite body as she pressed up against him. His cock had awakened as it felt the warmth of her thighs. She brought her hand in between them and ran it along the length of his erection. She got the reaction she wanted as he released her lips and grunted. His mouth went for her slender neck leaving trails of passion in its wake. I still want her... love her, he thought.

"Oops. Sorry guys." Trish walked in on them. It seems modesty wasn't the only quality she was lacking. Sharon pulled away as if realizing a mistake had been made. Rick hid his annoyance at the sudden interruption. "Seems you two were ready to-"

"Are you ready to leave?" Sharon cut off Trish in a voice so nonchalant that Rick wondered if she was the same girl who had been so willing to yield to him a few moments back.

Trish barely said her goodbyes as Sharon dragged her out of the flat. David found him rooted to the same spot and in deep contemplation. He seemed disappointed to find Trish gone but only for a moment.

"Don't mope so much. Aren't you over her?" He was always skeptical of monogamy. "This is college, dude and girls are plenty. You know what they say about fish in the sea...."

There were plenty of fish in the sea but sadly not for me, Rick pondered as nostalgia engulfed him. He remembered that last week of high school when he had put paid to there three year relationship without giving her a reason or at least not a genuine one. Cowardice, was all it was. He had had three years to figure that out. Three years of soulless partying that camouflaged his lonely celibate life! Three years of trying to hide a hard truth; he had blown it big time!

He realized there and then that this might just be fate. I may have eventually gotten over her,he thought... but she is now back in my life. This is could be my second chance!

*

He stood outside one of the campus hostels still unsure of what he would tell her. A week had passed since there encounter and the confidence he had gathered in his quest to win her back was gradually waning. All he was left with was a fear of the unknown. 

Finding Sharon had taken longer than expected as she had left without giving him her address. He thought of stalking her classes but realized that he had no clue of which course she was taking. For three days he wondered around aimless with the hope of bumping into her.

That was a hopeless endeavor!

It was only by luck that he ran into Trish on day four. Thankfully, she knew where to find Sharon but unsurprisingly required a favor. A ridiculous one at that.

"How do you expect me to swing that."

"You look capable, Rickie. Just how badly do you want to see Sharon?" Trish asked unwavering in her resolve to piss him off.

"He has a stupid rule about never sleeping with the same chic twice. Why do you want back in his bed, anyway? Many a guys would give an arm and a leg for a taste of what you have to offer," Rick stated as he stared pointedly at her curvy bust. She was sex on heels!

"David is unlike any other guy that I have met and his cock-"

"OKaaay. I'll try but make no promises."

David was not at all happy with my request.

"Fuck that puta! You have to find some other way," he exclaimed. "No chica has landed in my bed more than once."

"Most hombres wouldn't mind hitting that twice, dude. Do this small 'disgusting' favor for me... and besides, finding Sharon in this damn campus without that puta's help might take me the rest of the semester or even longer. The bitch has me by my cajones ," Rick cajoled.

David finally caved but only after some concessions from Rick's part. He didn't need his Playboy mags anymore. Rick left them alone and went for a walk. I must be an extra in a dreadfully written porno video. Trish had gone as far as suggesting a threesome which elicited a cry of disgust from both the guys. 

Trish was waiting with a satisfied smile on her face when he got back. Rick hid his disgust. She gave him the address and sashayed out. Rick was glad to see the back of her.

"I must admit she fucks like a champ." David like most guys thought with his cock. He didn't appear to be at all scarred by the breaking of his precious rule.

"I bet she wouldn't mind being a friend with extra benefits. Those tits certainly need milking, once in a while."

"No thanks. She's bat-shit crazy."

That had been two days ago. Rick smiled inwardly as he stared up at the four story building. He mused at the fact that he hadn't been this far in the campus. Most of his friends rented houses outside. He surveyed the mild traffic at the front entrance and wondered idly about how many students occupied such a monstrosity. The architect had clearly gone for function rather than any sort of aesthetic finish.

The inside was no better as rows of single-roomed cubes stretched out in front of him. Hers was on the first floor. He could hear Lana Del Rey's soulful voice emanating from her room. He hesitated for a moment before knocking.

Then from the corner of his eyes, Trish emerged from the next room with an athletic looking guy. Should have just stalked the bitch, Rick muttered to himself. She smiled at him as she turned and went the other way still in the guy's possessive hands. Nice butt, Rick thought begrudgingly.

"Took you long enough," Sharon chided. He had not noticed her opening the door. She got a glimpse of Trish disappearing behind a corner and muttered, "figures."

"What do you mean 'took you long enough'," Rick asked as he followed her in. He immediately noticed her feminine touch around the square space. She had a well-made bed by the corner, a study desk by the window and wardrobe neatly arranged as one would expect from a neat-freak. He noted at the back of his mind that the bed was big enough for two people.

"To find me, that is."

"So you knew I would come looking for you. Is that why you were so receptive to my advances, initially anyway?"

She just smiled.

"I must be really predictable."

She was seated on the bed as he stood in front of her. She she turned off the radio before getting up and closing up on him, her eyes on his.

"Why did you leave me back then. I thought we were heading somewhere, before you decided to end it? It still stumps me... and especially when you clearly want me as much as you did back then." She stared at him knowingly. "The feel of your mouth on mine hasn't altered a bit." She was so close he could feel the warmth of her breath.

"I suppose that is the question that took me three years to solve."

"Does that mean you have an answer ready."

"Yes.... I've come to the realize now that I left you back then, out of fear. Fear of the effect you were having on me.' She appeared nonplussed by his statement. He continued, "I was falling for you and it scared me. We were in high school and I wasn't ready for someone to have that much power over me. I must concede that I took the coward's way out and ran."

"So you weren't just tired of me and needed a fresh start! You are a bastard, you know that?" She gave him a hard punch on the shoulder.He reacted by grabbed her slender shoulders in his arms gently.

"What of now? I'm I just supposed to forgive-"

He took possession of her lips, silencing her. She eagerly pressed up against him. Three years of need engulfed him as he unbuttoned her blouse hurriedly. She wore no bra as her perfectly rounded tits became exposed. His lips left hers but only for moment as he took in the view of her striking bosom. Her mouth yielded to his fervent lips. He moved down to her breasts, gently cupping them in his hands and felt her nipples firm up under his tongue. She responded in kind by urgently pulling at his belt. His pants fell at his feet. She pulled down his shorts and held his cock in her hand. He could feel it grow! She pulled at it gently and whispered in his ear, "I've missed him dearly." He stifled a laugh before attacking one of her tit with his mouth. Her skin was tender as he gently caressed it with his lips. She moaned and held his cock tighter.

"Rickie.... I want you... need you in me." She unzipped her skirt and pulled it to the floor along with her white panties. Her top came off, leaving her stark naked. He admired the symmetry of her waist and hips. She took one of his hand and led it down between her legs. He felt the heat from her thighs as he went for her pussy. He felt her warm flesh with his fingers and loved it when she winced to his touch. He felt her pussy moisten and dug deeper with his three middle fingers. She cried out. She held him for support as his fingers brought her to orgasm.

"Your cock, please... Rickie." She pulled him to the bed impatiently. Lying on her back, she spread her legs invitingly.

"Are you sure about this," he asked hesitantly.

"Do you love me, Rickie."

"Yes, babe."

"Then take me now because I love you too and have known that ever since the first time I felt you in me back at Uncle Pete's loft."

He forced his cock through her soft wet flesh. They cried out in unison as waves of pleasure overtook them. Three fucking years, he thought. His thrusts developed a rhythm as he went deeper in her. Her soft moans motivated him to pump faster. He pulled out of her and turned her to her side facing the wall. He entered her from behind with slow penetrative thrusts .He held her back against his chest with the warmth of her butt against his pelvis, his hands fondling her tits. He felt in control as she could do nothing but moan and grab at the sheets.

"Please Rickie... don't stop... don't."

He could feel himself at the point of no return. His thrusts grew more urgent. With one final thrust ,he could fill the cum flow from his cock and into her. He held her in his arms kissing her neck lovingly. Finally, she turned towards him with a smile.

"You see what you missed out on," she said cockily still trying to catch her breath. "I hope you won't desert me this time. Next time I might just end up with a serial killer."




Second Chance



He had missed that playful laughter of hers. He did not join in as he sternly stated to her, "I can't lose you again, babe."

"You won't," she replied as she took his cock in her mouth. He grunted as her soft lips made contact. His cock responded quickly to her provocative tongue and all he could think of, was what he had been missing. Three fucking years!



Second Chance



I met my second wife in the local supermarket on a Sunday afternoon when I saw a 6' tall, blonde, blue-eyed, busty, and very beautiful middle age woman walking toward me with an older man. When they passed me, I noticed in a glance neither of them were wearing rings on their left ring fingers. I decided I wanted to meet her and try to get her to go out to dinner in the near future so I shadowed them and when he went up one aisle and she another; I walked up to her.

"Please tell me the man you're with is your father or some other male relative." I said to her when I was next to her.

"He's my uncle, but why did you need to know that?"

"Well, if he wasn't and was your husband or boyfriend; the chance of you having dinner with me would have been zero. Speaking of a boyfriend, a beautiful woman like you probably has one and I'm wasting my time, right?"

"Actually, I just broke up with my boyfriend a couple of weeks ago."

"Well, I see your uncle coming so here take my business card. It has my cell phone number and e-mail address on it so please call me or e-mail me. I would like to get to know you and hope you want to get to know me too."

"Mikoli Greene, small electrical projects my specialty. Are you that Mikoli Greene?"

"I don't know who that "Mikoli Greene" is, but I'm the only Mikoli Greene I know of in this area so I probably am."

"Jane, who are you talking to?" The woman's, who I now knew was Jane, uncle asked her as he shambled up to us.

"Uncle Hank, this is Mikoli Greene. Mikoli, this is my uncle Hank Simmons. I'm Jane Simmons by the way. I would like to talk to you some more, Mikoli. What are your plans later this afternoon?"

"I don't have any plans, why?"

"Why don't you meet me at the Dairy Queen, say about 5 o'clock?"

"I'll be there."

 The above conversation happened eleven months after my beloved Sandy had passed away from a silent heart attack in our bed one night. The coroner attributed it to the many years of steroids she had taken for controlling her Crohn's Disease. I had thrown myself into work and physical exercise to help with the loss of my true love after thirty six years of marriage. I had lost the small paunch in my belly and was in the best shape I had ever been in. I was fifty nine years old and had begun to get the familiar sexual urges I'd had since I was fifteen and began dreaming about sex with classmates, actresses from movies and TV, and other beautiful, unattainable women. I hadn't felt them for months following Sandy's death and Jane was the first woman to trigger them in me. I went to the Dairy Queen, got me a Blizzard, and waited on Jane.

"I'm glad to see you, Jane. I was beginning to think you had stood me up." I told the tall blonde when she came and sat at my table ten minutes after 5. 

"I'm sorry I'm late. My uncle was a bit cantankerous this afternoon and I didn't get away from his house in time to get here earlier, I'm usually very punctual. I don't want to give you the wrong idea about this meeting so let me say this first. I don't think I can have dinner or any other dates with you." Jane said to me with a frown on her face.

"Can you tell me why and maybe give me a chance to change your mind?"

"I blame you and Sandy for the breakup of my marriage in an indirect sort of way. Maggie Smith was a good friend of my husband's and me and when we saw how happy she was one time, we asked her why. Imagine our surprise when she told us about you and Sandy and the night the three of you had shared together. Then when she told us about the Saturday night and Sunday she spent with the two of you plus Tiffany, my husband began thinking we could try something like that. I eventually gave in and we had sex with Maggie, but I didn't like it. I'll never eat another woman's pussy again. My husband loved it and after I wouldn't do it anymore; he and Maggie took up together. I divorced him and they got married. They have a younger woman living with them and I know they've been seen around town with two other women. I won't be a part of that life style!"

"So that's what you meant by me being "That Mikoli Greene." at the store. Yes, guilty as charged, but I've changed in the past fourteen years. After Tiffany's death, Sandy was devastated and spiraled down into a deep depression. It was years before she came out of it and we didn't indulge in that life style again. I'm not looking to repeat the past. I want to find a good woman who enjoys sex and will be faithful to me. Most of society wouldn't agree; but Sandy and I were faithful to each other, except for a brief period on Sandy's part. Every woman I was with during our marriage was from Sandy's urging and with her blessing. I have been with only one woman the past thirteen years and can honestly say one woman is enough for me. If you give me a chance you might be surprised. You have my contact info so let me know if you do change your mind." After saying that, I shook Jane's hand and left.

Jane called me in the middle of the week and we talked for an hour. I made her laugh a couple of times and had a feeling that she was warming up to me. When I asked her if I could pick her up for lunch on Saturday, she accepted. I packed a picnic lunch on Saturday and picked her up at her apartment, having her go back and get some different shoes.  She was a tad apprehensive when she discovered my plan for the afternoon, but finally relaxed and began to enjoy herself. When we had arrived in the National Forest close to our town, we hiked a short distance to a small waterfall I had discovered during my scouting days. No one else was around and we sat beside the stream as we ate our lunch and talked to each other. I made Jane the same promise I had made to Sandy those oh so many years ago. She could ask me anything and I would tell her the whole truth, I would never lie to her, and I wouldn't keep secrets from her. Imagine my surprise at her first question to me.

"Mikoli, you're nothing like I had imagined you would be and you've made me feel something I've not felt in a long time. I'm attracted to you and it's been so long since a man satisfied me sexually. That's why I dumped my last boyfriend. Am I sexually appealing to you? "

"Man, that's not the first thing I had imagined you would ask me! Yes Jane, you are! In keeping with what I just promised you, you were the first woman since Sandy's death to give me a hard on when I first saw you. I had to take a chance and try and get to know you. I have had fantasies of us naked together for the past week."

"Wow, you really do say whatever is on your mind, don't you? I don't think I've ever known a man like you."

"I believe in being truthful in all things, but especially in relationships. I might say something that hurts someone, but at least they know how I feel or what I believe in."

"Will you fuck me, Mikoli?" Jane said as she stood and began removing her blouse. I sprang up beside her to stop her.

"No, I'd rather make love to you. Please, let me take your clothes off of you."

I began kissing her and caressing her body through her clothes. I finished unbuttoning her blouse and pulled it from her torso, throwing it behind her on a bush. I kissed my way down her throat after she had moaned into my mouth from my kissing her and touching of her body. I kissed and licked the breast flesh across the top of her bra as I fumbled to unhook it. She finally reached back and unhooked it herself before allowing me to remove it from her breasts. I would find out later that they were 36C in cup size and her nipples were very sensitive. Her whole body shuddered when I licked the nipple on her right breast. She moaned even louder when I took it in my lips while tweaking the left nipple with my fingers. She continued to quiver as I suckled first one nipple then the other with my mouth. She had a small orgasm from just my ministrations on her breasts. She began removing my clothes from me while I worked on removing her jeans and panties. I knelt in front of her as I pushed her jeans to the ground. I ran my tongue up her slit when my head was level with her crotch. I eased her down onto the blanket I had brought and plastered my mouth to her wet snatch. I licked and sucked at her center before moving to the nub at the top of her slit. When I began sucking on it, she began to scream in pleasure. I continued to suck her clit while she moaned and whimpered through another orgasm. I pushed my jeans down past my 6" turgid rod and plunged it into her when she begged me to fuck her. I used long strokes for the next ten minutes giving her another orgasm before lifting up and beginning to hammer her pussy with short, fast, and hard strokes. I loosed my seed into her depths which triggered her biggest orgasm of the day. I held her in my arms as I told her how beautiful she was and how much I had enjoyed her body. She told me she had enjoyed my fucking of her pussy and that that was the most she had come in years. We put our clothes on, returned to my truck, and went back to her apartment.

She invited me in and re-heated some grilled chicken she had in the fridge which we ate with a pre-made salad she had. I was surprised when she asked me to stay the night. We showered together were she made a halfhearted effort of giving me a blow job. I stopped her and led her to her bed. I ate her to an orgasm before flipping her over onto her belly and lifting her up into doggie position. Jane voiced an objection and struggled a bit until I got my rock hard dick into her pussy. I gave her two orgasms with my dick before I unloaded my sperm into her hot snatch. I pulled her into a cuddle and whispered to her how much I loved fucking her. She pulled away from me and went to the restroom, closing the door behind her. She was in a robe when she returned to the bedroom.

"Mikoli, I want to know where you see a relationship with me going." Jane asked me as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Jane, it's only the first date. Granted I've only had sex with a couple of other women on the first date and totally enjoyed this afternoon and this evening, but it's too early to tell if we'll even continue to have a relationship. We need to get to know each other better before we can decide where we're going in a relationship." 

"I want you to get to know me better and want to get to know you too. I need to know why you stopped me when I was sucking your dick in the shower."

"Honestly, you didn't seem to be into it and you're not very good at it either." I told her watching the tears come to her eyes. I stood and took her in my arms and hugged her to me.

"My ex-husband didn't like oral sex and wouldn't let me suck him off. Mikoli, I know it's only the first date, but I think I'm falling for you and hope you'll want to keep seeing me. Today was the best sex I've had in twenty years. After the first few years of my marriage, my ex didn't even try to please me. It was always 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am, I'm going to sleep'. I couldn't believe the change in him after our threesome with Maggie.  I couldn't change to be the woman he wanted and had to get out of my marriage. If you're looking for that type of woman, I'm not her."

"Jane, I already told you I'm not looking for that type woman. I want to find a woman that will love me and only me, who is willing to try different things sexually as long as its confined to only the two of us, and who will have my back at all times against any and everybody, including her own family. Sandy was that woman and I might not find another that will do all those things for me. I would enjoy getting to know you better and in time maybe I'll begin to feel the same toward you as you do toward me. Sandy's gone, Tiffany's gone, and neither one of them are coming back. I know what love feels like and I'm not there with you, yet. Let's continue to date and see where it goes, okay?"

"Okay Mikoli, do you want to fuck me again or go to sleep?"

"Let's go to sleep and I can fuck you again in the morning."

Jane removed her robe and lay down naked with me on her bed. She went to sleep with her head on my chest and it brought memories of Sandy doing the same thing to me. I shed a few tears from the hurt of missing her so bad. I finally drifted off to sleep with my arm still around Jane. In the morning I gave Jane another orgasm with my mouth before I fucked her like I had Sandy in the past. It was pure animal sex and Jane had so many orgasms I lost count. After spurting a couple of small shots of my ejaculate into her, I cuddled with her and told her how much I had enjoyed the last couple of days with her.

I promised to call her later in the day as I prepared to leave after taking a quick shower. I stopped at the supermarket and did my grocery shopping for the week. When I got home, I went to sleep on the couch with a Braves game on the TV.  When I awoke, I called Jane and we talked for a half hour before she had to go. I gave her directions to my house after she agreed to have dinner with me the next night.

Jane was standing at my front door wearing a long duster the next evening even though it was the middle of summer. I was shocked when she removed it and saw her naked body in front of me. She dropped to her knees and unzipped my slacks before pulling my hardening dick out into the open. She began sucking my cock with greater enthusiasm than she had shown the previous Saturday. I made small suggestions to her to try and help her improve her technique. I warned her ten minutes later that I was close and she finished me with her hand. She aimed my spurting cock at her chest, and when I was done, rubbed my scrotal cream into her breasts. I showed her to my shower and laid a robe out for her then went and finished the meal I had prepared for us, holding her chair when she came to the table.

"Jane, you didn't have to suck me off in the front entryway like that you know. I enjoyed it, but I want you to be yourself, not someone you think I want."

"I did that because I wanted to, Mikoli. You've given me three orgasms with your mouth and I wanted to give you one with mine. Was I better this time?"

"Yes Jane, you were. Let's eat now and talk later."

Jane and I enjoyed the meal I had prepared and moved to the living room couch. Jane started to remove her robe, but I stopped her and sat her on the couch beside me.

"Jane, I need you to listen to me before anything else happens between us. I have enjoyed the time we have spent together and the sex has been good, but we don't have to have sex every time we're together. I like being with you and hope you like being with me."

"Mikoli, I want to have sex with you when we're together. You have reminded me of how great sex can be with the right person. I more than like being with you, I love being with you. I know we've only known each other for a week, but I have fallen in love with you and before you ask, yes I'm sure part of it is the great sex we have had; but the other part is how I'm thinking about you all the time and the way I feel when I do think of you. Mikoli, I want to be that woman you told me you were looking for so please give me a chance like I gave you!"

"Okay Jane, we can continue in our relationship and we'll see where it goes."

I rose from the couch and went to my recliner and motioned for Jane to sit on my lap. I again stopped her from removing her robe, and began kissing her and caressing her body while we sat in my recliner. When I ran my hand into her crotch and felt how wet she was, I motioned for her to stand so I could. I placed her beside the recliner with her front facing the arm, got behind her, threw the robe up over her back, bent her over the recliner arm, and plunged my freed dick into her hot center with one stroke. I fucked her hard and fast from the outset and felt her have two orgasms before I spurted my seed deep into her body fifteen minutes after beginning to fuck her. I pulled her up, turned her to face me, and kissed her hard and long; having to stop when we were both out of breath. I led her to my bed where we lay together and talked about our future together. 

I told her some of the things I liked for a woman to do for me sexually and she told me I had already done more than she had ever wanted from a man sexually. She assured me she was willing to try almost anything with me as long as it was just the two of us and I assured her that only the two of us was all I wanted. 

Jane moved in with me two weeks later. We began working on being with someone new for the first time in a long time for both of us. I knew I loved her when she told her mother to mind her own business the one time we went to her mother's house and her mother started in on her about living in sin with me. Jane was the one that said we were leaving before we had even finished eating. I asked her to marry me that afternoon and she said yes. We had both done the big church wedding before so we were married at the courthouse by a county judge. 

Jane and I have been married for two years and are still madly in love. I have gotten her to the point where she swallows my seed during a blowjob, enjoys anal sex, and doesn't hesitate like she had in the past when I suggested something new. I have overcome my hesitancy for having sex in semi-public locales, something that turns Jane on immensely, and surprised me about her. We are both happy and our future together is looking bright. My memories of Sandy have started to fade, which sometimes makes me sad. I loved her with all my heart until her death and don't understand how I can forget her so easily. I guess we all have things that happen to us that we'll never understand.   



Second Chance



All characters are 18+

Author's Note: I've been getting requests for paranormal stories so here's the first of many to come. I will be posting more short stories of all things considered paranormal or supernatural along with my ongoing series The Fallen. Any other requests or feedback would be great. I always read my emails so don't be shy. Thank you for reading!~ 

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The church bells tolled, signaling 6 o'clock in the evening. The same time a precious life was lost. A soldier by the name of Alex Conners, died in enemy fire, far away from home. He was a great soldier, they said. His family held the funeral a month later with family, friends, and David.

A year later now, David stood in front of the grave of his lover. Of course Alex's family never knew, David did not have the heart to ruin their image of their son. Alex came from a religious family, and yet somehow fell for the scrawny, young man, David.

The skinny brunette, stared at the grave with a bouquet of red and white roses in his hands. He missed Alex, his closest friend and secret lover. He set the roses down, silently wishing he could see him again. As he moved his hand away, David felt something grab his wrist. He jerked away, his hazel eyes searched for what could have grabbed him, but saw nothing. He sighed, "You're imagining things again..." He adjusted the oversized coat he was wearing, one of Alex's old clothes, and walked back to his car.

David lived in a one bedroom apartment alone. He worked as a computer programmer and worked at home. Arriving home he stripped down to his under ware and turned the heat up to chase away the autumn chill. As he passed the bathroom he thought he saw something in the corner of his eye. Looking to the right, he only saw his own reflection. A skinny, pale, 19 year old with a messy chop of brown hair, and hazel eyes.

He shook his head and headed to bed. A dark figure stood by the bed, causing David to jump back and turn the light on. His body shook and tears filled his eyes. "Davey. It's me." The familiar voice spoke.

He looked the same as he remembered. Short golden hair, grey-blue eyes, golden curls covered a strong fit body. David stood there wide-eyed, on the edge of overwhelming joy and horror. This could not be him. He died. He thought over and over as he stepped closer to the man. David reached out and touched the Alex look-a-like. Real. He half expected his hand to faze right through him like in a movie.

"It's really me, Davey." Alex spoke softly and hugged the slender man tightly. David burst into tears and incoherent words. Alex tipped his chin up and kissed him softly. Just as David remembered, soft lips firmly and sensual on his own. The kiss ended briefly, both were panting to catch their breath. "I missed you."

"But you died. At your funeral-!" A hand stopped David's words and a wet tongue circled around his right ear.

"I'm here now."

The heated scent of lust filled the small bedroom and clothes disappeared from David's body. The feel of the sheets on his back and the weight of his long lost lover, on top his body. Everything about him felt real. His scent, the smooth skin of his back, and the hot organ between his cheeks.

Methodically, Alex spit onto David's puckered hole and massaged him open. Then spread more saliva on his thick member before rubbing the mushroom-shaped head into David's entrance. He sighed and grunted with pleasure as his cock was being squeezed and sucked deeper inside. "You're so tight, Davey."

David could not manage to make a sentence before the cock in his ass grazed over his prostate. Desire flooded through his veins and he gripped the back of Alex's head above him. "Alex..." he said in a breathy whisper.

He did not see it but Alex gave a smile and lifted David's small body up and against him, making him sit on his lap with his cock still inside. "Ride me baby." David tightened slightly more around the huge member as he used Alex's shoulders to help lift himself up slightly and slam back down.

Alex's face looked like he was flying on cloud nine. David kept pulling on him and sucking on his member at a fast pace. With every movement his huge cock was hitting his hot spot. He knew he was getting close to an orgasm.

David felt Alex grab hips and began to slam him down on his cock. Harder and faster, David could not hold it anymore. He held on to his lover and came. He panted softly and looked down. His come was splattered on his and Alex's stomach and chest.

The still hard member in his ass told him it wasn't over. Alex pushed him onto his back and thrusted his cock gently inside. He whimpered and moaned at the agonisingly slow pace. But Alex always had loved this. Teasing his his body with his lips on his nipples, grazing his teeth on his ear lopes and sucking on his neck.

Alex's hot breath touched his neck, "Oh, David. I'm so close to filling that tight little ass of yours. Do you want me to?" He ground his hips into David more, making his cock swirl inside his ass.

"Yes." He said breathy. He grabbed a hold of Alex's shoulders. Alex lifted David's legs up and over his shoulders he leaned over David's lean frame and forced his cock deeper inside. David moaned and held on. Alex gripped the headboard above and started to thrust wildly into David. The bed shook with the intensity of his thrusts and the headboard beat against the apartment wall, he'd probably hear about it from the neighbors tomorrow.

Sweat covered them and made their bodies slick. Alex's thrust got slower and harder, he panted and shook with David. "So close. David, I love you." With one more hard thrust, Alex 's cock exploded inside him. David could feel the hot cum fill his ass and stomach too. That's not normal a slight thought entered his mind, but was chased away by his second orgasm. Cum squirted all over Alex's stomach again and dripped onto his own chest. Alex's cock kept pulsing inside him until he came down from his orgasm.

David felt full and tired. "I love you, Alex." His eyelids felt very heavy all of a sudden and was it just him or was Alex getting lighter?

Alex kissed him hard on the mouth. "I know you do, and I'll always watch over you, David." His eyes closed and he instantly fell asleep.

When he awoke the next day, David found himself alone. He was sticky and covered in dried cum. Where's Alex? Was it all a dream?



Second Chance



Author Note:

FYI: No sex in this story, if you are looking to get quick rub off, this isn't the story.

Thank you again to k5vreed, this was the story he told me to file away for another day, and I couldn't let it go. I have another one that is about ready that he didn't even tell me to file away, just to get it written so I can work on my other stories, so I spent the entire holiday weekend writing on the other one that will be out in a few weeks, I have to still get it edited. K5vreed is the bomb though, I always have a hard time naming my stories and he came up with this name and the other one that will be coming out.

Thank you to TesoroMio, for editing it, it is ok, if you see mistakes, they happen.

As aclassylady emailed me, "I think you did an excellent job with selecting your editors. Editors help with many things and remember we are still only human. So if the editors read it and still miss something, then chalk it up to being human and no one of us is perfect." (Hopeful she doesn't mind I cut and pasted part of her email.)

So again, thank you k5vreed and TesoroMio, you two are great. Your purpose to me is different, I hope that k5vreed realizes that I need him to keep me focused and give me ideas of how my story should go. That he is my first line of editing and also I rely on him to be there when I ramble. :-) and TesoroMio even though I know you are busy raising a family that you have the time now and then to help with my punctuation and past/present tense.

This is a stand-alone story, I DON'T plan on extending it, but with me, you never know.

As always public and private comments are welcomed.

Thank you,

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My name is Andrew Drew Meyers. I know-two "Drews" in my name. My mother thought it would be funny. When I introduce myself I just say Andrew Meyers or Andy. I don't give my full name unless it is required. I get along great with my family; I always have and think I always will. I came out to them when I was sixteen. Neither my mother nor my father flinched. My sister, Sarah, just laughed at me and walked away, saying that I was a dumbass that everyone already knew. I also have a younger brother named Aspen-my mom and the names she picks out. Anyways, Aspen is still being taken care of by them. He is physically and mentally disabled.

I am 32 years old, five-ten with light sandy brown hair, and green eyes. I have a fucked up back so I can't do much because I am in pain most days, but that is life and I have been living with it for ten years now. How did I fuck it up? Well, stupid early twenties shit. I broke up with my boyfriend of four years. We met the first week of freshman year, but I will go into that later. Anyways, it was a week after graduation, I had moved home and went out drinking with friends; I was still trying to get over Josh (that was his name, Joshua Aiden Smith).

I was getting drunk every night after graduation. I had just two weeks before I would start my new job. I had been hired as tech support for a software company. Well I got wasted and my friends were trying to take my keys away from me. I told them I was fine and left before they could stop me. Well I woke up in the hospital a week later. I had feeling below the waist, but the doctors weren't sure if I would walk again. I was in traction for a bit until my spine healed, then in rehab and a nursing home for six months until my sister could help me out. She was just a half of a year behind me in school so when she graduated in December, she had me moved back to my parents and took take care of me. Before that I wouldn't go home because I didn't want to put the extra burden on my mother.

Was I bitter? Hell yes, I was, and I blamed everything on Josh. He didn't know it and never will, but I did. I blamed him for our break up (which was his fault, but never mind that right now), the accident, and my back. I came to realize later that the accident and the related issues weren't his fault, but it took a long time. I ended up losing the job that I had secured after graduation. But after I could walk, it didn't take me long to find another one. There I moved up in the company quickly.

I have a sit down job—a really nice one, at that. I write code. I'm a programmer. I love programs. I love computers. I like to break them apart, look at them, and put them back together. Anything about computers, I love. With code, just being able to create something no one else has is fun to me. 

Yes, I'm a nerd-always have been and always will be. But I'm not one of the pocket protector nerds. I think I look pretty good, for being 32. I'm not about my looks anymore. I used to be, back in college and before I knew I looked good. Now I couldn't care less about it. I try to stay in shape as much as my back will allow me. I can't run anymore, but I can walk and I am happy about that. I lift weights either laying or sitting on a weight bench. I do not stand to do it anymore. It would cause too much pain if I did.

I work between 60 and 80 hours a week. It's not that I have to. My company would prefer that I didn't, but they are happy when I get a program out for testing way before deadline. So they don't mind it much. I'm generally at work from six to six, Monday to Friday. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and go in earlier or on the weekend, but that is only when I am stressed about a particular code that I'm working on.

I have a few friends that I hang out with, so I am not a complete introvert or a shut in. We still go to the bar, but I don't drink. I order a pop or water. We generally meet up every Friday or Saturday, but one weekend last January I told them I couldn't because my roommate was having company and wanted me around. It was a Friday and payday at that, so I decided to cut out a little early. By a little early I mean five.

On my way home I got a call from my roommate of five years, Peter Smith. He reminded me that his brother was coming for a visit, that he was there, and to not be a grump when I got home. I laughed at him. He knows me too well. I reminded him that I knew, and that I wasn't an airhead. I also told him I was basically pain free that day and I would be nice to his brother. This wasn't the first time his brother had been here, but it was the first time I would meet him. The last time he came, I was out of town at a conference.

Pete is younger than me by five years. No we aren't a couple. Pete is as straight as they come. He has been dating a girl, Jenny, these past few years. They seem serious, but as far as I can tell Pete is not the settling down type, at least not yet. Pete is taller than me, six foot even, and, believe it or not, a platinum blonde. I can't believe how blonde he is. And he has the bluest of blue eyes. Anyone could get lost in them. No, again, I'm not attracted to him. His eyes just remind me of my college boyfriend's eyes, but Pete doesn't look anything like him, other than his eyes.

Anyways, I got the call from Pete and finally made it to my house. When I walked in, I could see Pete sitting in the family room and he was talking to his brother. As I walked into the kitchen towards the family room, I saw his brother and his brother saw me.

"Drew?" He looked up at me in complete amazement.

"Josh," I replied and walked out of the room towards my bedroom. I wasn't going to have this conversation in front of Pete. Josh instantly got up and followed me.

"Drew, please don't walk away." He was the only one I would allow to call me Drew.

Pete walked into my room following Josh. "How the hell do you two know one another?"

"Undergrad," was all we both said, still looking at one another.

I know you are thinking I should have known-that Pete probably talked about his brother, Josh, at some point during his five years of living with me. Yes, he did, but as I said before, they look nothing alike other than the blue eyes. I know "Smith" was his last name and he was from Chicago, but again, how common is the last name of Smith? My last name is Meyers. I'm sure he talked about me as well to Josh, but it didn't click on either side. It wasn't like Pete was close to Josh. They talk, but Pete was closer to his younger brother Daniel and talked about him all the time.

"Peter could you please get out," Josh asked his brother and then shut the door in his face. "Drew, I can't believe it is you." He walked up to me and gave me a hug. I hugged back. "I've missed you."

"Yeah, Josh, so have I." And I really meant it. Josh was my first and only real love and I always thought we would always be together.

Now I am sure you are wondering what happened? Why did we break up? Well it all stemmed from the fact that he was way in the closet and I wasn't. He wouldn't even come with me to meet my parents, because he didn't want to be labeled as gay. He hid it, and during the first couple of years I was okay with that, thinking he would eventually come out of his shell. But he never did. When we hung out in public we didn't touch, but when we were in my room he was all over me.

When the week before graduation came, I told him I wanted to meet his family, that I loved him and wanted to follow him to where he was going to go to medical school. I also told him that I would like him to meet mine. He got all quiet and told me no. I flew off the handle and told him that we didn't have a future and walked out of our room. I didn't talk to him the last week of school and refused to look at him when we graduated. I saw him from a far when I was walking with my family to the van but I didn't stare at him too long.

It was funny to be looking at the only person that I had ever loved. I could see the wheels turning in Josh's head and he asked me about the accident. Pete had told him about it, but, as I said, it didn't register with Josh about my name either and it wasn't like Pete knew exactly when it happened. I had only told him 'a long time back.' I had told him about getting drunk and flipping my car. It wasn't a simple accident. I flipped it something good and I wasn't found right away. It was a few hours before someone happened upon my car. It wasn't that people didn't see the wreckage, they just didn't see my car in the deep ditch.

"How's your back now?"

"I can walk. I am in pain a lot of days, but I thank god every day that I can walk."

"Drew, I have always loved you. I wish I would have known that my brother had been renting his room from you all this time. I would have hoped to see you earlier."

How could I tell him that if he had come face to face with me even five years ago, that I would have probably punched him? So I changed the subject. "Josh, I really didn't know Peter was your brother. He doesn't look at all like you." And really he didn't other than his blue eyes. Josh is six-two with black hair. Even their facial features are different.

Josh laughed. "No, none of us look like one another. How did you two meet?" There was a question that I was sure he knew the answer to.

"Pete never told you how he started renting a room from me?"

"I am sure he probably has, but I will be honest. When Pete and I would talk, I was usually so dead on my feet that I was only half paying attention to him." Well that would explain why he didn't put two and two together on his end. I am not the only one that is obtuse.

"I was meeting with friends at a bar for drinks. Before you think it, I don't drink anymore. I always order water, pop or something. Pete was with my friends. He had just started working with them, and they asked him along. Pete was complaining about how hard it was to find a decent apartment in town and I opened my mouth and told him I had a room for rent," I laughed. "He had this air about him, which I just wanted to get to know. I don't know why, but I just needed him around."

"You knew from the start he wasn't gay right?"

"Yeah, I did. The fact that he is straight was one of the main reasons of allowing him to live here."

"Why?"

"Knew I couldn't get tempted. Not that I could do anything anyways."

"What do you mean?"

"Hurts to have sex, so I don't anymore."

"I feel like a broken record, what do you mean?"

"Well can't be on top without my back hurting to the point that my erection is gone, and I hate laying on my back and making my partner do all the work. So I stopped. I tried a few times a few years after I healed and haven't since. It is hard to find someone to be with, when they want a physical relationship and I didn't. So long story short, it was easier having a straight guy in my home."

I know you are thinking that I am stupid, that sex is sex even if your partner is riding cowboy style, but just not to me, it doesn't feel the same. I like to be physical with the men I have sex with, not that I have had that much sex. Tons of sex with Josh. Shit, we were together for four years except during the summers, and I also had a few boyfriends in high school. But for me, I always felt that if I wasn't working up a sweat while having sex that it didn't feel right.

"I am sorry, Drew." He even looked it.

"Don't be, it wasn't your fault." And I was being truthful. I have come to terms with it in these past three years. Yes, it took seven years to know that Josh wasn't the one that made me drink and drive that night. But the fact that I finally came to terms with it, I think was good on my end. It has lifted a lot off my mind and shoulders and, believe it or not, I don't feel as much pain as I did when I held the grudge.

"Yes it is. If I would have just come out for you..."

"No, you did what you needed to do. I shouldn't have pressed for you to come out to the world for me." I did lie on that, because I did love him, and it hurt so much that he denied what he was and wouldn't be everything that I wanted him to be with me. He wouldn't do a lot of things because he was afraid to be outed. Why did I stay with him? Because I loved him. I loved him beyond his fears. I loved being with him. I loved waking up in his arms, I just loved everything about him.

Everyone gives a little when they are in love, and that was what I was; I was in love with Josh. But the day he told me no, that he wouldn't let me meet his family or meet mine, my heart was so crushed it was bleeding out. At that moment I thought he didn't want me, that he didn't want my love or our love. So I blew up and I walked away and I hated him. I hated every fiber of his being. I moved out of the dorm that night back to my parents, I commuted for my finals, and never answered his phone calls. 

"I did, two weeks after graduation." Josh brought me back from my thoughts. "My family saw how depressed I was and I finally broke down and told them I missed my love, that I missed you, Drew. They took it better than I thought they would. They said they always had known." 

Josh stepped closer to me again and put his hand on my cheek, I leaned into it and closed my eyes. I thought to myself, God, I know I shouldn't; I shouldn't open my heart to him.

"Drew, I know this doesn't mean anything to you now, but I love you. I always have and always will. I really have missed you." He continued because I couldn't say anything, "I looked for you. No one knew where you were. It was like you had dropped off the face of the earth." The reason that none of his friends knew where to find me was because I didn't hang with his friends after we broke up. I wasn't going to let him know through his friends how depressed I was.

"In a sense I did. I was unconscious for a week. The cops only called my parents, and when I woke, they asked if I wanted them to call anyone. I told them, there was no one to call." I looked at Josh. I could tell he was hurt by that statement, so I changed the subject. "So you became a doctor?"

He softened. "Yeah, and I really do enjoy it, and now that my residency has finally finished I decided to change cities. I always have liked it here, so I am hoping I get the job."

"What are you applying for?"

"The ER. I don't want my own practice. I would ask what you ended up doing, but I know, because Peter talked about you when I first got here today, when I asked about all the laptops that were in the family room. He pulled me down to your home office and my mouth dropped open. So you are some computer guru? I knew you always loved computers, Drew, but shit you have turned your life over to them."

"Yeah something like that, I do enjoy the inner workings of a computer and code." What I didn't tell him was that I can't do much else. I'm not a big friend person; never have been. Josh was the social one in our relationship. The friends that I meet at the bar won't let me pull away from them. They were my friends from high school and have never let me turn in on myself.

The reason his mouth dropped open when he saw my home office, is because I really don't need to go into work to do my job. I have a home office that is just a step below what I have at work. I can remote in if I want to and never step a foot ever in the office. I did do that a lot before Pete moved in and was around during the daytime. I found it odd and couldn't concentrate, so I started going back to my desk at work.

We sat down on my bed and talked to one another for a while before Pete knocked on the door and opened it. "How do you two know one another?" Pete asked again.

"We met in the dorms our freshman year at Eastern," Josh responded.

"You called him 'Drew', why?"

Josh smiled and looked at me. "Because everyone called him Andrew or Andy and I wanted to be different so I called him Drew, not knowing at the time that his middle name was Drew. If anyone would dare call him that, he would correct them right away, but because we loved one another he allowed me."

"Oh my god, Andy was the guy you were love sick for after you graduated? Why couldn't you find him when you came back here?"

"Because of his accident: it was the week after graduation. Peter, can you please give us some alone time, please?" Pete's eyes widen and it made sense to him now.

"Yeah, sorry. I'll let you two talk."

God! Having Josh sitting there right in front of me is like the last ten years didn't happen. My heart was doing flip flops and I was trying to tell my heart and head that there is no way that he wanted anything but friendship from me. I was sure he had a boyfriend or someone to keep him warm at night. I debated about asking my next question. "Are you dating anyone?"

"No, haven't really had time." Oh shit there goes my heart. I can't do this. I needed to calm down and not show my feelings right there on my sleeve so he can squash them. "Medical school kicked my ass. Then during my residency I was working really long hours and weird days. No time for a boyfriend, but I can't say I didn't have sex with anyone."

"Well I would have hoped. It has been ten years," I chuckled. "Josh, I didn't think you would have been celibate all that time. It is not like we told each other to wait. We broke up."

"Yeah, I know, but Drew," he looked at his hands, "The reason that I wanted to move here is I was hoping that I could have found out where you went. I was hoping to find your parents and ask them. Drew, would it be possible to start over, if I get the job here?"

I looked down. It wasn't like I didn't want it. I just knew I couldn't. "It's not that I don't love you, Josh. I just don't want you in a sexless relationship. I know my back and I don't want you wanting something I can't give you."

"Drew, I don't care about that. I love you and never stopped." He took my hand in his. "Drew, no one has ever compared to you. It was weird luck that we found one another. Please don't push me away."

"Josh, let's not put the cart before the horse. You don't have the job yet."

We stayed in my bedroom for a long time talking that night. He still flung his arms around while talking, I always loved how much energy he had. I guess that is good for being a doctor. All I have to do is have the energy to sit in front of a monitor all day-boring for most, but I love it. We didn't even realize how much time passed until Pete knocked again and told us he was heading to bed. We looked at the clock, and Josh said he should go to bed as well, and left the room.




Second Chance



After he left my room I had to keep telling my heart to not fall again, that we didn't know if he will really be around or was completely serious about rekindling. But god, I did lie awake the whole night hoping. I finally got up at four. I couldn't stand lying awake any longer, so I got up to start my day.

I am a creature of habit, on the weeks I get paid I pay my bills first then I head for the stores to buy what I need. Not that I can't afford to go every week or every day, but I just take a day every two weeks to do it. I drop most of my check into my savings. I'm not hurting for money. I also go visit my parents on Saturdays, sometimes I take my brother off their hands, so they can have a day together.

So the first thing I did was, of course, grab one of my laptops to pay the bills, and then I made a grocery list. I took a shower and headed out, knowing I would stop back through a few times. I headed to a few different stores. I keep a little fridge in my office at work, so I stopped there and restocked my pop, coffee, and snack supplies. I pretty much live on sugar and caffeine at work. 

When I finished the shopping, I returned to the house for the last time and put the last of it away. Still no one was up, so I headed out to my parents and I spent a few hours there. My parents didn't have any plans this week so I just sat around for a bit and talked. When I finally made it back to the house, Josh and Pete were up and talking in the family room again. When Josh looked up he smiled, making my heart do flips.

Pete left us, saying that he was meeting Jenny for a late lunch and I sat down on the couch with Josh. We talked and held hands for a long time. I made us a late lunch and after everything was cleaned up we just stood for a while in the kitchen.

"You look tired," Josh said.

"I am, but don't worry. I will be okay," I responded.

"You are still like you were in college, aren't you? You'll run until you drop." I just nodded. He pulled me down the hall to my bedroom and told me to lay down. I did as told, and he crawled up behind me and spooned me. He kissed the back of my neck and told me to sleep. It was this way in school as well. I would get so hyped up on something that I was doing and wouldn't sleep for days. Then Josh would just pull me to my bed and wrap himself around me and tell me to sleep, and I would. It took me a little while this time, but I fell asleep while Josh held me.

I woke a few hours later. Josh was still holding me, but from his even breathing I could tell he was asleep—at least I thought he was asleep. I slowly turned over in his embrace and when I did he was looking at me. "Hi," he said and smiled.

"Hi," I smiled back. He leaned in to kiss me, but I looked down between us, so he didn't. "Josh, I want this, but I don't know. What if you don't get the job?"

"I will find a job somehow, some way. I am not going to miss this opportunity." He bent down to kiss me. This time I kissed him back, but I reminded myself to guard my heart. There was a real possibility that he wouldn't get the job, and then we would be stuck in a long distance relationship.

During the week that he was around, I only worked 40 hours instead of my normal 60. It was weird only working eight hours a day. But Josh wanted to spend some time together, so I did it for him. Pete thought it was completely weird and kept saying so. He had never in the five years that he had been in my home seen me with someone. So he definitely thought it was weird to see me snuggled up on the couch or holding hands with his brother.

And apparently I was smiling and laughing more than I had before. I was happy, and as much as I tried to guard my heart, it wasn't happening. It was like the first time I saw Josh. I was instantly hooked. The day he was due to leave back to Chicago was fast approaching. He'd had his interview, a two day affair. The hospital said they would let him know within the month. They still had a few more interviews to go.

On Friday we went out to dinner and a movie. I could tell he was open about his sexuality now because he even would reach across the table when we were eating and take a hold of my hand. When we finished dinner he even hugged and kissed me. When we went to the movies, he moved the arm rest between us and leaned into me while I put my arm around him. He wasn't helping me to not fall for him again. I was head over heels for him just like before. Both Friday and Saturday he came to bed with me. We didn't do anything but hold one another and kiss a lot. My lips were so chapped from his five o'clock shadow, they were so sore and red. Pete would laugh at us each morning those last two days.

On Sunday, Josh held out until the last moment to leave for the airport. We decided to say our goodbyes at home, then Pete was going to take him. That was so hard on the both of us. We held one another in the kitchen for the longest time until Pete finally told us if they didn't leave within five minutes that Josh was going to miss his plane. We kissed, hugged one last time, and as he backed away from me he squeezed my hand and walked out of the house.

The moment they left, the house felt empty. So I picked up my bag and computer and left for work, not to return for two days. I couldn't bear to be at the house without him. I couldn't believe that I had already reattached myself to him. I told myself, it can't be like it was when we broke up ten years ago. I can't turn in on myself and drink. Because I couldn't drink, I turned into an even worse workaholic than before he came. The good news was that I was getting a lot of code written.

People would come into my office to talk to me. I would talk with them, but I didn't look up from my computer much. I could tell from their voices that they were concerned for me. They knew the week before something was up because I had worked so little. Then when they showed up on Monday morning, they could tell that I had already been around for more than a few hours. I had more than enough empty cans of pop and empty coffee cups on my desk. There were candy and chip wrappers overflowing the trashcan. I was a mess, but I threw myself into my work so I didn't have to think about anything.

The receptionist, Nancy, went to the store and picked up some more snacks for my office. She always takes care of me when I drown myself in my work. She also brought in lunch and dinner for me before she left on both Monday and Tuesday. She knows to leave the receipts taped to my fridge so that when I notice them, I will pay her. My bosses finally told me I had to go home; that they were worried that I would keel over if I didn't get some rest. I didn't argue, but I didn't make any moves to leave either.

They had walked out and when they came back they had the security guy in tow and told him to walk me to my car. I just looked up at them, grabbed my laptop bag and car keys then headed home. This was nothing new to the security guy, Ron. Ron was used to every few months being told to escort me out of the building so I would go home.

When I made it home, Pete was irritated with me. "Why didn't you take your cell, and don't you ever answer your office phone?"

"I forgot it, and not when I am in a zone, I don't answer it, why?"

"Josh has been trying to get ahold of you. Andy, what happened back in college?"

"Nothing. We broke up."

"Yeah, that is what Josh said, but he ended up moping around until med school started, then he was too busy to think about anything. Andy, I can already see a difference in you: one, you left for two days, and two—"

I cut him off, "Pete I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I will call Josh back now." I turned around and went to my room.

I called him, but it went to his voicemail. I left a message stating that I had been at work, and that I forgot my cell at home, and to call me when he could. I hung up, ate, and crashed. I didn't wake until the next morning. I showered and went to work. I did notice that Josh had called and it looked like we were going to be playing phone tag. I called him back, but again got voicemail. I left another message and deposited my phone in my pocket.

For the rest of the week I did my normal twelve hour days. I wasn't there overnight. Ron had been told to escort me out at six every night and that I was not allowed to come back in until six the next morning. It wasn't like I couldn't work from home, but I at the time I preferred to work in my office. 

Josh and I finally were able to talk to one another after work on Thursday. We talked for a few hours before we both agreed that we had to go to bed. But even then we continued to talk while lying in bed. It was killing me. I don't know how Josh felt, but I wanted to go out to Chicago and see him. I told myself I couldn't do that and that I shouldn't have let him in. Over the following weeks, it got a little better, but I still wanted him, wanted to hold him like I had that entire week.

Three weeks after he left he called. It sounded like he had been crying. "I didn't get the job." My heart sank. "Drew, are you there?"

"Yeah."

"They said that I was second in line and that if they have another opening that they would give me a call."

"Yeah," was all I could say.

"Drew, I am sorry."

I finally came to my senses because I could hear that it was killing Josh as much as it was killing me. "Josh, it's not your fault. Maybe next time... Chicago is not that far away. We can start coming out to see one another if you would like." That seemed to help with his mood, and we only talked for a few more minutes before he had to go because he was due on shift.

He had told me about other interviews he had been on, but they were out west. I'm rooted here. I couldn't leave, and he knew it. I have my parents, my sister, and my brother here. I normally spend as much of each weekend as possible with my parents, or I take my brother off their hands for a day so they can do something together.

That Saturday, after Josh informed me that he didn't get the job, I went over to my parents. They could tell something was wrong. My Mother looked like she wanted to ask, but my Father pulled her out of the house because they were due to have an afternoon out with friends. So I sent them on their way and I spent the afternoon with my brother.

Some days with my brother are hard but mostly he is easy going. He understands more than what people give him credit for. My parents aren't easy on him. They know he has some intelligence in there. They see it when they work with him. But when the social workers would be over working with him, he would play like he didn't understand or couldn't do what they wanted him to. So the social workers always feed him or would let him get away with grunting for something, instead of asking for it. He can talk, it is slow and labored, but he can. And he can feed himself quite well.

I laughed a lot when I was a teenager when I watched him with the social workers. They wouldn't believe me when I would tell them that he was capable of doing things for himself. They thought I was too hard on him and actually had my parents remove me from the house when they were there. My mom and dad just said Aspen was playing with them, and until the social workers realized it, he was going to keep it up. They never figured it out, even the ones now that come in part time to help my mom end up doing a lot more for him. Spending that Saturday with Aspen was a diversion for me—couldn't think about Josh if I had Aspen to watch.

When my parents did return that evening, they thanked me as usual then they pulled me into the kitchen for a cup of coffee, leaving Aspen in front of the TV to watch his favorite movie. "Okay, what is going on with you?" my Mother asked.

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"No you aren't. I can tell when something is bothering you. Shit Andrew, just spit it out."

"Mom, it's okay. Everything will be fine after a bit. Just going through something right now." I made an excuse that I had to stop by work before heading home, so I started to leave. My Mom hugged me and my Dad just grasped my shoulder as I walked by. 

I was not ready to tell them about Josh—again. I had told them all about Josh when I was in the hospital ages ago. I wasn't going to tell them that he resurfaced and that I had been living with his brother all these years. I left their house and went home. Not two hours later my sister was at the door. It figures. My parents can't get me to open up, so they send in the psychiatrist. I just started laughing when I opened the door.

"Gee I am glad I can make someone laugh. So what the fuck is going on?" She pushed past me and headed to the family room. "Mom and Dad said you were down in the dumps." She looked over at Pete and told him hello.

"I'm fine."

"Oh bullshit, Andy. What is going on?" Pete took this time to leave the room. "Pete, you know don't you?"

"It isn't my place, Sarah."

"Oh you will tell Pete, but you won't tell your own family what the hell is going on?"

"He only knows because he was around when it happened."

"What happened?"

As you can tell my sister is pushy. That is why my parents sent her. They knew she wouldn't leave until she got her answers. So I told her about Josh and about everything that had happened. She laughed at me for not realizing that they were brothers, but when I showed her a picture of Josh, then she realized that no one would have figured out.

"Andy go to him. Move to wherever he is."

"I told you, I can't do that. I am not leaving you with the responsibility of Aspen, Mom, and Dad."

"You are stupid, Andy."

"I can't offer him anything but companionship. You know that, Sarah. He would be better off finding someone else so they could have a full relationship."

Sarah finally backed down. She knew I wouldn't leave them. She ended up staying for a while and we talked about everything that had been going on since the last time we were able to see one another. Believe it or not, we all live in the same town, but our schedules are such that we don't always get to see one another. Mom does make sure that once a month, on Sundays, we get together as a family and have dinner. But I tend to make it over to our parents more than Sarah. She does have a family to take care of herself.

A month into our long distance relationship, Josh cut contact with me for a few days. I didn't know what was going on. I just assumed that he was a little mad at me, because the last time we talked I told him that he needed to work and he should take one of the job offers out west. I was down, but I wasn't going to let it take over my life. I needed to work and so work is what I did. This might not be the healthiest relationship because every time we get down or mad at once another, I'd end up staying at work for a day or two.

Over the next few months' time we talked a lot on the phone. When we would have a few days, he would fly over to see me or I would him. Since he was in Chicago and I was in Ann Arbor it wasn't that much distance for us. At least if we flew it was only an hour flight, though driving would have taken four hours each way. We got closer and the more we saw one another the harder it was to leave after the few days.

I know you are asking if we had sex. No, we didn't. As I stated before, I didn't like laying on my back and making my partner do all the work. And Josh and I, had never been versatile. I was the top and he was the bottom. I had never bottomed and he was never interested in topping, so I never pushed him. But yes, we have sucked one another off. I can't say we haven't done that more than a few times over the last few months.

The long distance thing is a bitch though. When we had been together for five months, we tried to find a week together, but we couldn't find a good time. Josh went for another couple of interviews in New York and Philadelphia. I didn't like the idea of him being even further away, but at least it would still only be an hour and a half flight. I knew he needed to get his first real job. In June we didn't see one another for almost the whole month. He had been on rotation every weekend because he'd had the interviews and others had covered for him.

I couldn't get away during the week, because I was working on a very big project at work and was putting in my normal twelve hours (sometimes it would be sixteen). He would call me and I would talk for a few minutes on speaker (which he hated), but I needed my hands free. He would hear the typing and get upset that I wasn't giving him my full attention. I would apologize and talk with him for a bit and then he would just hang up on me.

The first time this happened, it really bothered me, I was mad that he didn't think my work was as important as his. I wouldn't call him up in the middle of his shift and demand that he talk to me. I know I had been putting extra time in at work but I needed to get this program done for testing.

The next day Nancy came into my office. She knocked and I just glanced up at her and said hello and went back to work. She sat something on my desk and left. I didn't notice the flowers until much later. I was packing up to leave and saw the roses on the desk. There was a card sticking out the top reading, 'I'm sorry. -Josh.'

I called him, but it went to voicemail. I told him the flowers were beautiful and that I would take them home and put them next to my bed. I am a flower guy. Yeah, I know. I tend to have it ass backwards. I am a top and alpha male and I love flowers. Who says a guy can't like them, even if they are straight. I do and they made me feel loved, so when I walked out of my office, I took my vase of roses with me. Now getting them home was fun. I had to seatbelt them in and stick my computer bag to help secure them. I will say water and a computer is not a good thing, but I drove carefully and no water was spilt.

When I got home, Pete and Jenny were in the family room watching TV. Jenny cooed over the flowers, saying she wished she had a boyfriend that thought enough to give her flowers. Smirking at Pete, I handed her one of the roses and headed off to my room, smiling. Josh called at eleven that night. I was asleep, but I answered because I hate to miss his calls, hence the reason I got flowers, I answer his phone call at work because I always want to talk to him and he gets mad.

We talked for a few hours before he realized that I had to work the next day. He had forgotten about the time change. We were an hour different, so when we hung up at a little before two in the morning, it was just before one for him. But it didn't bother me much, because I knew that there would always be lots of caffeine waiting for me. It took me just a few minutes to fall to sleep, but when my alarm went off at four-thirty I didn't want to get up.

After June was over, we resumed our trips on the weekends to see one another about every two weeks. The last time he was out visiting me, he told me why he didn't take the New York job. He would have been committed to it for three years, and he didn't want to be stuck there. He did say he also had an interview in Georgia and Virginia. I just assumed large cities, so I didn't ask where and he didn't tell me. Because it seemed that he was getting interviews further and further away, we were fighting a little more than normal.

The work week was back to normal. After Josh left on Sunday, we continued to talk when we could and fought a little. We seemed to not be able to agree on anything and we were still trying to find a week to spend with one another. It was more on him than me. I had the big project out of the way so I could get away at any time, and he just had to agree to a week.

Friday came around again. I was at work and it was already six. I didn't feel like leaving, so I didn't. It wasn't a weekend that Josh or I were traveling so I just continued to work. Nancy came in and sat something on my desk. Once again, I didn't even look up at her just mumbled thanks. "Andy?"




Second Chance



"Yeah, Nancy, what's up?"

"Andy, will you look up, please?"

I did. I looked over at the vase of roses and the boat load of balloons that she was holding. "What the hell?" She smiled at me and stepped aside and that is when I saw Josh. Josh just stood there smiling at me.

I stood and groaned, I hadn't moved in a long while so my back was more than a little stiff. He rushed over to me when I winced and groaned, "Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, just haven't moved in," I looked at the clock, "twelve hours."

"No wonder why you are so grumpy when you get home," Josh laughed.

"What are you doing here?"

"I got a job," he said smiling. My insides twisted. I knew he was going to say somewhere far away and we would only get to see one another once a month.

"That is great. Where?" I hugged and kissed him, trying to smile the best fake smile I could, though inside I was dying.

"Guess," he smirked.

Yeah, far, far away, but I didn't say that. "Well the last two interviews that you told me about were in Georgia and Virginia, so one of those I am assuming?"

"Nope," was all he said and smiled again.

"Hon, I can't think of any place that you have interviewed lately. You turned down New York and Philadelphia." I was clueless.

"I went on one other interview, but I didn't tell you about this one. I even flew out here last week."

"Wait a minute. You said out here?"

"Yeah, I was here at a hotel for two days, going through an interview at St. Joe."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I called you and you were busy. I could tell when I would talk to you, and when I talked to Pete he would say you stay at work a lot when I am not around, working on big projects." He looked at me. "You haven't congratulated me yet."

To say I was stunned would be an understatement. "Oh, my god. Congratulations, Babe. I should be getting you flowers and balloons, not you getting them for me."

He smiled. "They're a bribe." 

I just looked at him. A bribe? What the hell could he want to bribe me for? 

"I was hoping that you would let me rent a room from you." I just looked at him dumbfounded and he backpedaled a bit. "Or maybe not. Do you want me to get my own apartment?"

My brain finally kicked in. "No, god no. I didn't mean that. I just don't know why you think you have to ask or that you have to rent. I would love for you to move in. I love you."

"I love you, too. Can we go home?"

Well, of course we could and did.



Second Chance



"Care to chance your arm in Dublin?" The voice on the other end of the phone was bright and cheerful in the midday office gloom. "Somehow I've been given the job of organising a weekend away. Would you like to come?"

Donna gazed at the pile of papers on her desk, each one shouting it's own insoluble problem.

"Yes, I'd love to. When is it and how much will it cost?"

Karen quickly told her the details, chatting happily away; unaware that Donna was only half listening. Donna knew that she needed something to look forward to in her life now Nick had gone. He would never know the turmoil he'd left behind.

"So, if you put the cheque in the post, I'll see you at the Ryan Air desk a week on Friday at 12.15 p.m."

"That sounds great!" Donna thanked her. "See you soon."

There was a crowd of young women and luggage waiting in a circle in front of the airline check-in desk. Donna nearly fell over them.

"You should have warned me there would be so many coming with us!" she hissed to Karen as she handed her ticket to the girl behind the counter. Karen grinned and turned to greet another newcomer, leaving Donna to tag along with the crowd. They all made their way up through the security screening and into the excitement of the duty free.

"You've time for something to eat if you like," Karen told Donna in the departure lounge. "There'll be no food on the flight and I know how hungry you get!"

Donna grabbed a bacon sandwich and some chamomile tea, but she only had time for a few mouthfuls before the flight was called. The young women made their way in a noisy crocodile through the gate and down the stairs, almost blown away by the wind as they walked across the tarmac to the waiting plane. Soon they were high above the clouds, sunlight streaming in through the windows, throwing dark shadows on the ocean as they descended after only a few minutes into Dublin airport.

When they reached the hotel, some of the group were ready for a rest. Donna was frustrated. Although she was tired, if she slept now, so many opportunities would be lost. 

Karen looked at her. "Drop your bags in your room and meet me down here in 5 minutes" 

It was easily done. Donna's room was on the second floor overlooking the main street. As they walked out into the street, the pavements were heaving with people. The roads were packed with cars and no-one gave much thought to pedestrians. Eventually they forced their way down to Trinity College and into a quiet haven of tranquillity

"Do you recognise it?" Karen asked. "Michael Cain was here in `Educating Rita'."

Donna looked round at the red brick and imposing Tower. She loved that film and the square did look familiar.

"This way" Karen beckoned her towards the library as she stopped to take a photograph.

"Why the library?"

"You'll see."

"As they entered the building, signs directed them towards the Book of Kells, something Donna had always wanted to see. The dim lights and beautiful illustrations covering the walls made her forget her fatigue. She walked round the displays slowly, savouring the explanations and new experiences.

"Those poor monks", she murmured to herself as she read of the continual burning and rebuilding of Kells monastery.

"Yes, they did get tired of the constant sacking," said a voice at her elbow. She looked round, acutely aware of the tall figure by her side. The man's face was not smiling as she stole a glance at him. He seemed to be remembering a time long ago. He wore a green tweed suit smelling strangely of Christmas spices. His hands touched the glass as if he were trying to read the portions of manuscript with his fingers.

"It was the way, then," he continued. "Once the Vikings knew you had valuables, you were a sitting target for their raids. Iona had much the same trouble."

Donna felt herself blush under his severe gaze. She mumbled something, trying to move on. She went over to the Ogham stones in the middle of the exhibition, trying to make sense of the markings on the dark grey granite. The man did not follow, but she could feel his gaze upon her. Thankfully, Karen joined her at that moment; together they discovered how vellum was produced, then gazed in wonder at the ancient manuscripts from Kell.

They climbed the stairs into the Long Room, which held more ancient books. Donna had to stop for a moment. She could feel heat pouring out from the books and she could hardly breath. She covered her confusion by appearing to study the oldest Irish harp in its glass case. She had never seen an instrument so covered with decoration.

"The decorations all mean something" The man's voice was barely a whisper at her side. "Would you like me to translate for you?"

Donna looked at her watch, too agitated to meet his gaze. "I'm afraid there's no time. It's 5 o'clock and I wanted to get some postcards"

She fled down the stairs to the gift shop, hiding behind the racks in the hope that he wouldn't try and follow her. Karen was waiting by the door as she made her purchases.

"Fancy a drink?" she asked.

"No, I'd better go back and rest before dinner."

Karen looked concerned. "Will you be all right?" Of all her friends, only Karen knew the truth about her illness.

"Oh yes," Donna nodded, "I'll be fine." For now, she thought to herself, but I wouldn't make any guarantees for tomorrow.

The bed at the hotel was hard, but the covers were warm. She lay on her back, trying to ease the aching in her spine. Soon she drifted off to sleep. She dreamed she saw a man's face hovering above her. He had short dark hair, like a monk's, but without the tonsure. The face moved from beside the window, air behind it shimmering against the wall. Donna could feel how much it wanted to enter her soul and claim her.

"No!" she screamed. "I'm not yours!"

Breathing heavily, she opened her eyes and realised she'd only been dreaming. Night had fallen while she slept. She sat up and slid her legs over the side of the bed. They were shaking, the terror of the dream still gripping her. She could smell a familiar scent like nutmeg and cinnamon as she stood up and walked across the room. It grew stronger as she neared the window and started to pull the heavy curtains together. As she glanced down into the street below she saw a red carriage drawn by a solid chestnut pony. Donna watched as a tall man, with distinctively cropped hair, climbed into the cab and it moved slowly off towards the main street.

The group of friends were well into their second drink by the time Donna reached the hotel bar. Snippets of conversation and raucous laughter filled the air. Donna sipped her tonic quietly; thankful for the ice helping to cool her sweating body.

Soon they all spilled out into the street and began searching for somewhere to eat. Most of the world seemed to have congregated in Temple Bar that night. Eventually they found a restaurant that could seat them all and when they finished eating, they set of on a pub-crawl searching for Irish music.

They heard guitars and fiddles coming from an upstairs window, so they climbed up the stairs and found themselves in a long room, crowded with drinkers, the air thick with cigarette smoke. Donna stood by the door as the others battled their way to the bar. The noise and heat was too much for Donna, so she found herself a perch on the next flight of stairs where she could breathe more easily and still hear the music.

She didn't notice the man from the library until he sat down beside her; pulling out a ball of silver foil from his pocket. 

"You left your shells behind in the restaurant," he said, presenting her with a black bundle of washed mussel shells. "They'll go well with the ones you collected at Porthcurnic. I always think the black of mussel shells sets off the colours in Cornish stones."

Donna was too shocked to refuse them as he placed them gently in her open palm.

"How did you know?" Donna could not understand how he knew she'd wanted to take them with her at the end of their meal, but had been too embarrassed to put them in her pocket in front of the other girls.

The man laughed and his face took on a new warmth, dispersing the cold fear he had projected before.

"You sat looking at them all night, yet could not pluck up the courage to ask that they be saved. I merely saw where you envisaged their place in your stone garden." "Your father is a fine craftsman, " he added as an afterthought.

Donna could only nod allowing a trace of a smile to cross her face as she thought of the beautiful yew bowl her father had made her as a home for her Cornish stones and shells. How this man could read her mind and her memories, she could not tell, but he did not frighten her as he had in the library.

"Do you turn wood?" she asked, looking at his long, slender fingers as they lay together on the dark cloth of his trousers.

"Not in this life, " he replied, "although I remember watching Sheraton and Chippendale while they created some furniture for me. They were masters of their art."

"You have memories of your past lives?" Donna was curious.

"I remember them all, since I was awakened." His voice was deep as if drenched with time.

"How did you achieve it - remembering your past lives? Did you use hypnosis or regression?"

"Neither. When the time was right, I awoke. I am one of The People, what you would call vampyre."

"Oh." Donna didn't know quite how to respond. 

"You must be thinking now is the time to have me locked up," his dark eyes mocked her.She noticed how his heavy eyebrows matched the dark brown of his thick hair. Donna shook her head. As a mental health worker, she had her fair share of clients who believed they were Christ personified or Indian Chiefs, so the thought of a vampire did not unduly worry her.

"How long have you been like this?" she asked.

"I saw the Vikings raid many times. The scribe who loved the gold leaf in the Book of Kells was my friend for many years. Of course my efforts could never compare with his genius, but I can still see traces of my suggestions in his work."

"It must be a great comfort to you, to be able to visit it whenever you wish."

"Sometimes." He got up suddenly, his movements agitated. "Forgive me, I find it difficult to concentrate. I have not fed for a long time."

"Did you want to go and find something?"

The man laughed, his amusement genuine. "I did not mean that kind of food."

"Oh?"

"I was referring to_..blood."

Donna felt very calm. If he really believed that he was a vampire, he must have considerable practical difficulties with daily living.

"Do you have to feed often?" she asked politely.

"Not often now. Of course when I was younger and coming in to my powers, I needed it regularly, but now I can go for months, sometimes years, between feeds."

"Can you make use of any blood products?"

"No!" his tone was scornful. "There is no energy in dead blood. It must be living."

"That must cause problems."

He nodded his head slightly as if acknowledging her understanding of his plight. "Of course, I could take someone in a fight, but that is not my way. It must be freely given, a gift. I always try to make it a pleasurable experience."

"But aren't you worried about infection?"

"Not at all! The properties in my blood would force out any impurities as soon as it entered my system. Being vampyre has its uses. Our bodies heal very fast. I have broken my spine and recovered within a few weeks."

"Can you heal others?"

His face became thoughtful. "Yes, I have done that, but it takes more energy. Do not believe everything you have heard about us, vampyres have much compassion."

"I'm sure they do." Donna got up. The time had come to end the conversation before it went any further. "My friends will be wondering where I am."

"They have gone on." The man's face was devoid of expression, his eyes black pools of certainty. "You told them you were feeling tired, that you would find your own way back to the hotel." Donna looked at him wildly, aware once more of the scent of nutmeg and cinnamon all around her. She searched in vain amongst the customers in the bar. Her friends were not there.

He stood waiting for her by the door. "I have a carriage, unless you would rather walk."

Donna shook her head. "You must be mad! You don't want me! I can't give you anything. You take blood from me and all you'll get is a death sentence!"

He took her gently by the arm and guided her down the stairs. "You have not been listening. You have something I need and in return I shall awaken you to your former lives. Do you think I would not recognise you, Donna-Marie? It is time."

As he touched her, the noises of the Dublin night grew strangely quiet. A blanket of fog covered the whole city, leaving the two of them alone. The red carriage was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Donna wanted to protest, but instead she let him help her in as if she were a grand lady with a beautiful gown. She watched him as they glided along the cobbled streets. Something about him seemed familiar; a name hovered at the back of her mind. As much as she knew she should fear him, she could not.

He took her back to her hotel room and on the hard, unforgiving bed, he laid her down. Gently he removed her clothes and ran his sensitive fingers along every inch of her skin. In every way, he was a kind and considerate lover, raising a fire in her she had not felt for many years. She could not mind when he took from her what he needed; the prick of his fangs merely pushing her over the edge of delight. Nothing mattered to her since the day when Nick's legacy of HIV developed into full-blown AIDS. If there was something she could still give to someone else in the short time she had left in this world, then she was glad.

Afterwards, he stayed with her until dawn threatened to break across the sky. She wept, missing the warmth of his embrace, but fatigue overtook her and she slept until Karen's knocking woke her. It was time to leave Dublin, with all its mysteries and return to the real world.

"You look well, " the doctor greeted her as he took her regular blood test a few weeks later. "Your little holiday must have done you good."

"Yes, I do feel a lot better," she admitted.

She was eating her lunchtime sandwich in the park when her mobile rang.

"You're not going to believe this!" the doctor's excited voice echoed in her ear. "Your T-cell count is back to normal. I've checked and double-checked. It's a miracle!"

"Thank you for letting me know."

Not that I didn't know already, Donna thought to herself, shielding her eyes from the glorious autumn colours around her. She could remember now when this park was first laid out. The head gardener arguing fiercely with the land agent, who wanted to reduce the size of the public area bequeathed in the dowager's will. She'd laughed at them in her shadow form, wondering how long it would be before she would walk the world again and remember. Now, she was back.

Donna got up from the bench and dropped her empty sandwich bag in the bin. She caught her hand on a stray briar and drops of blood welled up on her skin. She sucked the drops off carefully, savouring the taste of the clean blood on her tongue. She felt her incisors tingle with anticipation; knowing she would need to feed soon. She watched people enjoying the sunshine around her and wondered who amongst them would be willing to offer her the blood gift she required.



Second Chance



He showed up early and she answered the door in a big t-shirt, tight jeans, and wet hair. He helped himself to a beer and made a few phone calls while she finished getting dressed. It'd be their last night together for a couple of years and she wanted to make sure he remembered her fondly. 

They discussed work, relationships, and everything else until she made him turn around so that she could pull on her sweater. He laughed at her and said that after all these years, she shouldn't be bashful in front of him. She playfully swatted him and said it wasn't modesty but her knowledge of his libido that prompted her actions.

Over dinner they talked about his upcoming deployment and her future plans for whatever adventure she decided to get herself into this time. He asked her about her failing relationship and she teased him about the whiplash he was getting from checking out the waitress three tables down. 

They sat through a movie and then went for a drive to check out the cool night breeze from the ocean one last time together. As they sat on the ground, his head in her lap and her hands in his hair, no words were really spoken but nothing needed to be said that hadn't been already. 

He'd taken her back to her apartment for the night and was off to have a farewell drink with his buddies. She looked up at him, holding back the tears in her eyes and told him not to be a hero in the war because she needed him to come back to her. He said that he wasn't meant to be a hero and he needed her as well. He pulled her to him and kissed her with hunger and desire but she pulled back. 

She asked him to see her for not what she could give but what he could give her. He said that she wasn't paying attention. She said if he gave a woman everything, the woman would give him the world in return. He said he couldn't explain what he felt and she said they'd figure it out together. 

He kissed her again softly and walked out the door. She felt the latch catch under her hand and let her head drop to the door after it closed. She had a relationship she was trying to save and she knew her best friend's history with women as a Playboy. The last thing she needed was to have him break her heart. But she wanted more than anything to open that door and go after him. To live in that moment they'd created. 

And she did...

She nearly ripped the door off the hinges as she pulled it back open and started to dash out the door, only to find him still standing there. She knocked into him with an 'oomph' and he lifted her over the threshold. The door slammed behind them as it closed and he pinned her back to the wood.

He kissed her deep and hard and her hands were on his shoulders, in his hair, and against his chest. He kissed down her neck and reached to pull her sweater over her head. She ripped it up and over so quickly that her hair fell from its clip and down her shoulders. She was pulling at the buttons on his shirt as he kissed down her chest to the apex of her cleavage. 

His hands moved down her round bottom and pulled her hips into his. She could feel the hard bulge in his pants and she moaned with desire. She wanted him with all of her soul and it'd been a tension they'd built up between them for almost 5 years. His shirt hit the floor as the buttons popped open on her fly. 

She stepped out of the jeans and he lifted her up in his arms. As he carried her to the couch, their kisses intensified with passion. He set her down softly and her hands went for his zipper. The bulge in front of her face made her involuntarily lick her lips. 

As his pants hit the floor he leaned into her and her hair splayed out behind her head as it hit the couch. He propped himself on his arms as he kissed her so as not to crush her and her legs fell open to allow his a place to lay. 

Their bodies slowly moved with each other and they were lost in the kisses. Small moans escaped her lips as he moved down her neck and across her chest. When he reached her stomach she leaned up and gave him a small push over.

She straddled the part of him that had now escaped his boxers and held his face in her hands as she slowly moved downward. He could feel her close in around him and the tightness was almost more than he could bear. His arms encircled her and undid the clasp on her bra. Her breasts fell free against his chest and he slowly rocked his hips against hers. 

His hands moved up to cup them as she continued to rock her hips and her hands went to her hair. Small moans escaped her lips as his fingertips circled her hard nipples and he could feel her get tighter around him as she quickened her pace.

Her breath caught in her throat and she leaned into him. Her hands moved to his shoulders for balance and he put his hands around her bottom to keep her steady. She kissed him hard and hungry and he held her to him with all of his strength.

She quickened her pace as she moved up and down and he felt her body clench around him in small spasms. She threw her head back and her breath expelled her mouth in such a force it was like she had been hit.

He lifted her slowly over on her back and returned to the warmth he'd momentarily left. He thrust into her over and over and over with her legs in the air and her arms on his shoulders. She cried out his name and he covered her mouth with his.

His body shook and he knew he was close but he kept thrusting with every ounce of built up passion he'd carried for her. Deeper and Harder. Over and Over and Over until he moaned and felt his release into her. 

He kissed her softly and she wiped the sweaty hair back from his eyes. The look in her eyes said everything. He held her there with his arms around her waist and his head on her chest. 

She knew he had to go but she also knew that he would carry a piece of her with him. He knew at that moment just how much she meant to him and he knew he now had a reason to come home. 



Second Chance



Deanna grew irritated as she waited for the doors of the subway car to slide open. After what felt like an eternity, the balky doors gave way and the heat from the nearby exit washed over her as she quickly stepped out onto the platform. Hoisting her bag higher up on her shoulder, she picked her way through the throng of early morning workaholics and reached the familiar big red transfer machine at the foot of the stairs. The machine obediently spit out a bus transfer with a loud click and she was up the stairs even before it reset itself.

Almost colliding with a tall and gaunt figure of indeterminate gender carrying, of all things, a large overcoat over one arm, she mumbled a hasty apology and tried not to stare at the row of piercings lining the figure's full lips as they spread in a lazy smile at her. Walking through the main door, she wondered idly what it would be like to kiss such a metallic grin. Even though she was straight, she never turned away a thought just because it didn't fall happily within her own usual gender preference. 

Summer's heat was still in full swing despite being mid-September, and she felt her thin sleeveless t-shirt begin to cling to the veil of sweat beginning to form on her upper back. She hated the summer sun. It had a way of making her feel beat down and thick-headed, especially in the morning. One more bus to catch before she would be able to settle in for the day, surrounded by the cool darkness of the University library. She was researching the area's curious anthropological subculture, and was in the process of draining the library dry of everything she could lay her hands on. 

As she walked, she occasionally turned to look down the street to see if her bus was coming. The books in her bag were a comforting weight against her side, and she brushed a bit of windblown red hair out of her eyes and joined the queue already standing at the stop. Tall men looking uncomfortable in three-piece suits, ladies carrying laptop bags and acting as if they were late already. Two young kids, their hands in each other's back pockets played at ignoring each other for a moment while they each groped a handful of ass.

Deanna smiled to herself as she watched the people around her. She always felt comfortable in a large anonymous group such as this. She justified it by thinking that since no one knew who she was, she could feel free to be someone different than the quiet girl who usually blended into her surroundings like a social chameleon. Her life was achingly normal, and exceptionally dull in her eyes. Exciting things never usually happened to her; she was too timid and reserved to really welcome any experiences out of the ordinary. She had recently broken up with the only boyfriend she had ever had in her nineteen years. He was five years older than she, and having recently lost his mother to emphysema he began to speak of marriage to her, desperation creeping around the folds of his eyes when he spoke to her of his love. She didn't know what it was exactly that made her get rid of him, save that she knew she couldn't love him in the way he needed to be loved. And that was that.

The bus lumbered up, kicking out clouds of diesel stink as it came to a stop in front of her. The line jostled into position and began boarding. Deanna handed her sweat-stained transfer to the driver, his impassive face not even looking up from the cashbox in front of him as she passed by. The bus was crowded, and she found a place to stand near the center door. Reaching up, she grabbed hold of one of the dirty plastic straps just as the bus swayed out into traffic. 

She had about a half-hour bus ride to the University. It was only a few miles, but the city was large and traffic clogged the streets no matter what hour she travelled the busses. The air was sticky with the throng of bodies, and she felt her shorts clinging to her lower back as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She already regretted wearing her favorite red boy's gym shorts that day as they were a one-piece affair with the lining built into the shorts so that nothing else needed to be worn under them, but they had already begun a slow climb upward to rest deeper into the crevice of her ass from the heat and her movement. She reached around with her free hand and gave them what she hoped was a discreet tug.

Two more stops; the bus groaned with its human cargo as it came and went. She was glad to be standing near the center door when it swung open to let someone off, as the momentary blast of fresh air hit her skin like a blessing.

As the bus pulled away from the curb again, she noticed she was now surrounded by warm bodies. She felt as though she were in a sauna, so close they were to each other and her. The heat magnified a thousand different colognes, deodorants, and degrees of body odor and she began to grow momentarily impatient. The bus turned a corner, and a short, young Asian woman with an overly-done and wilting hairstyle lurched into her shoulder without so much as a nod of acknowledgement. Deanna sighed quietly and regained a firmer grip on the plastic strap over her head.

She was lost in thought for a moment, thinking about the lovely, lovely cool air of the library when she became suddenly aware of something pressing ever so gently against her from behind. Jolting from her reverie, she felt the radiating heat of another person at her back, but what pressed against the peak of her ass was soft and yielding. She became instantly aware of her surroundings, the blank gazes of the strangers around her each avoiding the other's personal space by pretending they were alone.

She stopped breathing for a moment and tuned in to her awareness. She felt no immediate sense of danger, and in a minute had convinced herself that it was just someone's shopping bag invading her space and nothing more. 

The bus turned a sharp corner, the rear wheels mounted the curb and she was jostled again, but this time when she settled she noticed that the presence was now more firmly situated against her. She resisted the urge to turn around; she was not carrying a purse or any large amounts of cash in her book bag, so easy robbery couldn't be the motive for such close contact. She decided to wait and see what happened before she reacted. 

As the bus made its way toward downtown, it passed through a section of construction that left the pavement uneven. She held tighter to her strap and felt the stranger use the rough ride as an excuse to make full body contact with her. She now knew the gender of the stranger, as she could make out the distinct and unmistakable outline of an erection now pressed into the deep cleft of her ass. It felt thick, and insistent.

Deanna had not had a vast amount of real-life experience with sex, but what she lacked in experience she made up for in booklearning. Or so she thought. She had never read about anything like this before, and wondered what was going to happen next. More importantly, she wondered what she would do when it did. She began to feel an almost imperceptible swaying, a low-key and discreet rhythmic thrusting of his swollen cock against her. She felt the man's body quiver slightly on the outthrust and wondered briefly if he were motivated to do this from the shiny-slick appearance of her shorts, or perhaps she was just one in a long line of anonymous conquests, each occurring when the conditions were right for him.

She was about five minutes from her stop. She shifted her eyes to the left, hoping to catch a glimpse of something identifying about her silent lover. Nothing. He was perfectly out of her field of vision. She suddenly felt her knees go weak at the thought of the two of them right there in front of a hundred other people, all ignorant of what was happening between them in this public place. 

She felt him slowly drive against her, his body straining to increase the pressure of his cock arching against her ass as his arousal quickly became dire while he kept his quiet composure. She didn't move a muscle, and for a moment she thought she heard a slight gasp. She shivered suddenly despite the heat, and felt her nipples bloom into erectness. Amazed at his boldness, she felt his warm breath on the back of her bare shoulder as he leaned closer. The immediate intimacy was overpowering her senses, and through the thin material of her shorts she felt the pulsing throb of his impending orgasm. She knew that his face was inches away from hers, but all she did was close her eyes. She felt his last firm thrust against her ass and she held her breath, feeling the cresting pulse of his climax as it played itself out in silence.

Focusing on the retreating sensations, she kept her eyes closed. She felt the bus slow and pull to the curb. The center door opened and for the briefest of moments she imagined she felt the softest kiss dropped onto the back of her shoulder. A kiss that felt as though it were ringed with metal. 



Second Chance



 I would like to thank Blacksnake for the story idea. This is his story and would not have been written if not for him. 

August 1991

Carman opened her eyes and stretched. The morning sun that beamed through the Levelor blinds bathed the room in a warm glow. She blinked against the light then swung her feet onto the floor and stood. Turning back to the bed, she looked at Rob as she still slept soundly and smiled to herself.

Walking toward the bathroom, Carman dropped her negligee on the hamper in the corner of the bathroom and leaned in to turn on the shower. She flinched as the cold water struck the milky, white skin of her arm. Reaching back, she twisted the shower knob and waited a moment. The water warmed quickly and she stepped into the stream. The water engulfed her long brown hair as she rubbed Paul Michell  shampoo into it. The suds dripped and glistened on her white shoulders before she plunged her head back into the shower stream.

"You need help with that?" Carman heard from behind her. She turned and smiled as Rob stepped into the shower with her. His hands rubbed soap over her sides and breasts. Her nipples perked at the feel of his soft brown hands. She reached down, took his cock in her hand, and soaped it with a stroking motion.

"Last night wasn't the best. You fell asleep on my, darling."

"Yes. I told you I was tired. Working late and all," Rob told her with a frown. He put his arms around Carman and their lips met under the shower stream. 

"You aren't tired this morning," Carman said with the grin. She still held his cock and could feel it growing. Their lips parted and she slid slowly to her knees, kissing his dark chest, his belly and finally taking his black cock in her mouth. Rob's hips moved back and forth forcing his cock deep into Carman's throat then out and back in deeper with each stroke.

Rob grabbed Carman by the shoulders, pulled her up, and pushed her hard against the fiberglass shower. She lifted her right leg and wrapped it around his hip as his cock slide deep inside her. "Oh God. Yes," she cried as her pussy swallowed Rob's hard, black cock. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard." Rob's cock pounded ever deeper and harder into Carman's willing pussy until with a gasp and a scream of ecstasy Carman's pussy exploded in an eruption of juices and trembling waves of orgasmic contractions.

Again, Carman sunk to her knees and took Rob's cock in her mouth just in time to take his load of hot cum deep in her throat. With a final lick, she stood and kissed him long, and deep. Then she back away, reached for a towel, and stepped from the shower. 

Later that morning Carman called Rob at his office in the Bancorp Tower, overlooking the Willamette and downtown Portland. "Hi, Rob."

"Hey, Baby."

"Oh Rob. I have a great idea for tonight."

"No sorry. Not tonight, baby. I gotta work late again. The Shaper deal is just coming together."

"But, Rob. It seems like you're putting in a lot of late nights. What's going on with you?"

"Just work, Baby. We'll talk about it when I get home. OK?" Rob hung up the phone and turned to Marline Shaper sitting across the desk from him.

"Well. That was easy, Rob. Now where are we going tonight? My place again?" Marline said with a smile. Rob took Marline's hand and together they walked out of the office and down the hallway to the elevator.

Carman watched from the ground floor coffee shop as Rob and Marline crossed 2nd Avenue to his Mercedes. She saw him open the passenger side door then kiss before she got in. 

At first, her heart sank and she wanted to cry. Then anger set in. That anger was still burning just as hot when Rob got home at 11:30 PM. When the fight ended, Rob left taking his clothes with him.

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December 2005

Rob took the escalator up to the food court in the Washington Square Mall. The entire Mall was packed with Christmas shoppers scurried here and there looking for the perfect gift for their family and friends. Meier & Frank had been a horror. It was so crowded he could hardly move in there. But fortunately, he had found the jacket his daughter, Deb, wanted in the Teen Department. Now all he had left was Little Robbie. "That kid was so hard to buy for. Two more weeks so I'll find something," Rob thought to himself.

The line at Panda Chinese wasn't long so Rob bought a #3 plate and a large Coke then turned and looked for a place to sit. Wandering though the Food Court he found an empty table for two and sat facing the window wall overlooking the parking lot. The rain was pouring down, streaking the glass and distorting the mercury-vapor lamps outside. Rob hunched over his meal and began to eat.

"Pardon me. Is this seat taken?" came a woman's voice. 

"No. Have a seat," Rob replied without looking up.

"Rob? Is that you?" came the voice again.

Rob looked up and stared at Carman's face. His mouth dropped open. "Carman?" he stammered. "I'm so surprised. Whatever happened to you?"

"Oh I found a good man. One who didn't cheat on me," she said with both a glare and a smile. "We got married, had a couple of kids. But he passed away a couple years ago. What about you?"

"Yeah. I was married. But that ended. Have a couple a good kids. They live with their mom. But I see them pretty regular."

"You still working for that same outfit down by the river?"

"No. I quit there an opened my own office above Morgan's Alley. Was tough for a while but I'm doing alright now." Then after a moment he asked, "What about you?"

"I'm fine. Edward left me well enough off. The house is paid for and the business makes enough to get along on."

Looking into Carman's eyes Rob felt something very odd. For once in his life he couldn't find the words the express what he was thinking. He'd always been so "smooth" but now he struggled to even make small talk. His mind raced with thoughts and memories. It finally settled on the shower in the little apartment on Abernathy Lane.

"Remember that apartment we had together?" he asked tentatively.

"Oh yes. How could I forget? We had some good times, Rob. I've thought about it many times over the years."

"It's odd but I have never looked back until now. Too busy I guess. Maybe..."

Just then two teenager girls walked up to the table. "Hi mom," they chimed in together. "You know this guy?"

"Rob. These are my kids. Melissa and Jennifer." Rob smiled at the two girls. "Your mom and I knew each other a long time ago."

The girls waved at Rob. Then turned to Carman. "Mom. We gotta go. The stores are selling out."

Carman looked down at her untouched plate and thought, "Oh well. That's the role of a mother." 

She stood and said, "It was nice to see you, Rob." Then she turned to follow her daughters.

"Mom, that's a black guy. How do you know him?" Rob heard as the three turned away.

Rob stood. "Carmen. Ummm.. "

Carman stopped and turned back. "What, Rob?"

Without thinking, Rob said, "I was thinking. It's been a long time. I was wondering... hoping maybe... I could call you and... um... we could catch up or something." Rob felt foolish with this outburst. Thinking what a fool he was after the way they broke up. Why would Carman ever want to see him again?

Carman stared at Rob a moment, and then stepped back to the table. "I think I would like that, Rob. It's Carman Robinson now. I live on Cooper Mountain Drive in Newberg. You can find me in the book." With that she turned and followed the girls to the escalator.

Slowly, Rob sat. His palms were sweating and he wiped them on his shirt without noticing. Staring his plate he picked up his fork but didn't eat. Suddenly something was happening he didn't understand. After all, he hadn't thought of Carman in years. The night of the fight she'd told him she never wanted to see him again along with making sure she pointed out a number of his "not so nice" character flaws.

"No," he thought, "I won't call her. That would just be stupid. But at the same time, she didn't seem upset. She did recognize me first and sat." 

That night, Rob sat in his apartment on Wilburn Street and looked at the phone. He'd looked up the number as soon as he got home. Twenty times he reached for the phone and started to dial then thought better of it. "What am I doing?" he asked himself, I could just call her and talk about old times and..." Reluctantly, he thought better of it and tried to put the issue aside. But it wouldn't die. Finally, he picked up the phone and dialed Carman's number.

"Hello?"

"Uhhh... Hi. Carman? Rob."

"Oh. Hello, Rob. It's nice to hear from you again so soon."

"Well, I was just sitting around trying to decide if I should watch the Blazer game or go out or..."

"Oh. Are the Blazers playing tonight?"

"Yeah. San Antonio there. The game is on channel 8. But I don't know. I just wanted to say... umm..."

"Yes, I know. It was nice to see you again too after all this time, Rob."

"Yeah. There's that. It was sort of funny how that happened, you know and..."

"Well, yes it was. I didn't recognize you at first."

"Oh? I've changed that much?" 

"No. A little gray at the temples. But that makes you look more distinguished," Carman said warmly with a giggle.

"Well, I was thinking if you aren't doing anything - and I'm certainly not doing anything - maybe we could go out for coffee. There's a Starbucks over on Holgate near you and..." Oh God, he thought. Now I've really made a fool out of myself.

"Hmm. Well, I suppose I could. But I couldn't stay long. I have the girls you know and..."

"Oh, that's ok. Maybe you can bring them along. I'm sure they..."

"I'm thinking I could drop them at the arcade on Powell and meet you there. Say in an hour?"

"Oh good. Yes that will be fine." Rob hung up the phone and went in the bathroom. After he looked himself over in the mirror, Rob went into the bedroom and started to change clothes. He selected a pair of tan slacks and a light blue Oxford shirt with a dark blue blazer. He decided a neck tie was way too much. A pair of dark sock and black loafer finished the ensemble. He looked at himself in the mirror and shrugged. Then he headed for the door for the drive across town.

It was just 58 minutes when Rob walked into Starbucks. He saw Carman sitting by her self at a table against the far wall. He went over to her and said, "It's nice you could come, Carman. I don't know what got into me on the phone."

"It's quite alright, Rob. I don't know why I agreed to come anyway. But I'm glad to see you're on time."

"Well. Things change, you know. And so do people. But tell me all about what happened to you after... well... you know."

Carman and Rob talked much longer than either of them intended. The coffee warmed them and soon they were sitting across the table from each other, their knees touching, an occasional hand touch. Then the talking was done and Carman said, "Oh my God. Look at the time. Thos girls are going to think I've abandoned them." 

Rob stood and walked Carman to her car. Then as an after thought said, "Carman. I've really enjoyed being here with you."

After a moment Carman replied, "Yes. I've enjoyed it too, Rob."

"Do you suppose we could do this again? Or may you want to go someplace else. What about..."

"Yes. I'd like that, Rob. We'll talk tomorrow. Right now I have to rescue my girls." Carman started the car and backed out of the parking space. With a wave she pulled into traffic on Holgate and was gone. Rob stood there and watched her drive away. Then walked to his car and got in.

Rob spoke to Carman on the phone the next night and the following night. The phone calls lasted for hours. The two chatted about everything - old times, their marriages, their kids. The made a date for the following Saturday night. There was a play at the Arlene Schnitzer Music Hall on Broadway. Rob used one of his business contacts to wrangle two tickets to the sold-out performance. 

Saturday night Rob and Carman walked arm in arm into the "Schnitz" (as it is known locally) and took their seats. The performance began a short time later, but Rob couldn't keep his mind on it. He kept looking over at Carman. She was gorgeous. He sky-blue silk dress perfectly offset her light skin. He noticed the way she still flipped her long blown hair away from her face with a sideways shake of her head. And her smile drove him crazy. Not once during the performance did he let go of her hand.

At the intermission between the second and third acts they chatted and laughed in the lobby. At the curtain call for the third act, both lingered until the lobby was deserted. Then to Rob's surprise, Carman leaned against him and looked up into his face. Her breasts crushed against his chest. He bent slightly and Carman raised her mouth to his.

"Rob? Do we have to stay for the rest of the play?" she asked coyly.

"Umm... no. Not if you want to leave," he stammered.

"Good. We can't go to my place because of the kids, but yours isn't far."

Rob smiled and took Carman's hand. Together they walked to the exit and down Broadway to the parking garage. Both knew this time it would last forever.



Second Chance



**Thanks for reading my story. Your input is greatly appreciated, so please take a moment to vote and let me know your thoughts. Thanks again, and enjoy!! ~Rose**

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"Sarah!" I turned at the sound of my name, never imagining at that moment what the night had in store for me. 

I looked through the crowd of people shooting pool and throwing darts in the bar, and found the owner of the deep voice I'd heard calling my name. It was a smiling giant that I hadn't laid eyes on in the four years since I graduated high school. 

"Craig!" I laughed and jumped up and down waving over the people and started to weave my way over to him. The four shots of tequila I had had before I left the house added to my excitement over seeing him. The crowd thinned out as I got closer, and I ran up to him and jumped into his arms. He swung me around, squeezing me tightly and planted a big kiss on my lips as he plopped me down in front of him. We stared at each other with shit grins and laughed. "God, I've missed you, big guy. I'm SO excited to see you here!"

"Pleasure's all mine, darlin," he drawled in his ridiculously southern accent. He tipped his cowboy hat at me to emphasize the exaggerated exchange. I laughed at him and playfully punched him in the shoulder.

"When did you get back?" I asked him. He had been a state or so over attending college last I heard. 

"A couple weeks ago." He grinned and took a long swig of his beer as he surveyed the people around the bar. "Haven't met up with all my old buddies yet to catch up. But, it looks like I've made a good start tonight," he grinned down at me.

Craig and I had gone to school together since we were eight years old, until my senior year. Though we didn't attend the same school that year, we had become good friends and frequently met up at parties and get togethers. He was always the life of the party, the guy we were sure would utter "Hey, guys! Watch this!!" as his last words. I was excited to run into him and knew this would be a fun night. 

It had been a couple of years since I had last seen Craig and I stood there smiling at him, taking him in. He hadn't changed too much, except that he had really filled out in all the right places. His shoulders were broad and he was wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans that hugged his ass just right. He was playing the cowboy tonight, in boots and hat, which made me laugh. Craig was forever changing his look from one day to the next. "Let me take your shot. I'll show you what I've learned while you've been gone," I smiled into his baby blues as I wrestled his pool stick away.

I playfully nudged him away with my hip and turned to the table laughing. My laugh died on my lips and I felt my world tip to the right as I stared into a very familiar pair of black eyes. I felt the air leave my lungs as I heard Craig say, "Sure thing, darlin', I know Mike wont mind. By the way, Sarah, meet my friend Mike...Mike, this is Sarah."

I dumbly stuck out my hand and Mike slowly walked the couple of steps it took to close the distance between us, his curly black hair falling over his face covering one eye...just like it always had. He took my hand in his and I almost jumped at the shock of feeling him so close, touching me. His eyes never left mine as he ran his hand through his hair and answered, "Yeah, I know Sarah...very well."

"Oh yeah?" I could feel Craig staring at me curiously, but I couldn't pull my hand out of Mike's and I couldn't tear my eyes from his.

"Yeah" I said, clearing my throat,"Mike and I actually grew up together." 

Suddenly snapping out of my trance, I pulled myself together enough to plaster a smile on my face. "Care to shoot some pool?" I asked, hoping it didn't sound as forced to them as it did to my own ears. I held my breath, wondering if he could see right through me. 

I had no idea how he was about to react to me. What I did know was that even though Mike's presence had sufficiently thrown me off kilter for a moment, I was for the most part feeling tipsy and happy. I was excited at unexpectedly finding Craig here tonight, and I wanted to have fun. If that meant putting up with Mike...well, maybe we could put the past behind us and be okay...just for a little while. 

I could still feel Craig at my side taking in the situation, knowing something wasn't quite right. I hoped neither of them could see how ragged my breathing had become. Mike still stood in front of me, my hand in his, his eyes boring into mine having never left them. I could hear my heart hammering in my ears. Slowly, he smiled...a calculated, crooked, sensual smile. He released my hand. "Your shot, sweet. You're solid."

I nodded once and turned to Craig. "What's a chik gotta do for a drink around here??" He laughed as he shot a curious look between the two of us. Whatever had passed between us was seemingly ok now, and he headed for the bar. I turned to concentrate on my game, determined to hold all the memories at bay and enjoy my night.

Mike didn't make that easy. As I stood by the table, studying the balls and my shot, I felt him behind me, close. I could feel the heat of him rush through me and I gripped my pool stick hard and closed my eyes. I hated that he could do this to me. I was instantly afraid and excited, all of my senses on end. When Mike was around, everything was electric. I wondered if he felt the same way as I stood there with my eyes closed. I felt him lower his head so that his lips were brushing against my ear as he whispered, "Are we playing nice tonight, Sarah?"

"Yes." I answered him simply. I was afraid, but there was something more...much more. I heard him grunt lightly and he stepped away. 

I opened my eyes to see Craig walking back with my drink. I took it gratefully, smiling as I took a generous gulp and then lined up my shot. I ran the table, winning the game. I laughed and winked at Craig, dancing around the table as I bragged about all I had learned in his absence.

The three of us continued to shoot throughout the night. Drinks flowed freely while we played and Mike was amicable enough. That was to say, he mostly kept his distance and was pretty quiet while Craig and I caught up. I was really enjoying my evening, but I was also very aware of Mike's intense gaze over the course of the night. We locked eyes a few times and I couldn't read his black eyes. He seemed solemn, hard, and angry when his eyes pierced mine. Yet, his mannerisms betrayed his eyes...he moved around the table with ease and joked with Craig as if nothing was off in our world. I cursed myself at every turn for feeling turned on by his smoldering attention. But the truth was, things were just rocky enough between us to be absolutely explosive. The fear and anger was sexy underneath, and I had a hard time not provoking him at times, throwing challenges his way and being very obstinate when I could get away with it.

A couple hours later, Craig set his sights on a pretty blonde dancing alone on the dance floor. With a tip of his cowboy hat, he winked and headed to the floor to seduce her with his less than stellar, yet good humored dancing.

I laughed watching Craig on the dance floor, and turned to Mike. He was standing a few steps away from me, his arms folded over his chest. His gaze was hot. My laugh faltered, but I offered a tentative smile and took a couple steps towards him. "Craig is a crack up, I love going out with him."

"Yeah, he is," Mike agreed with me, but never looked up to see Craig dancing. I turned and hopped up on the edge of the pool table beside him. I was looking at my legs swinging back and forth, feeling his eyes burning onto my skin. 

I wasn't sure how to act without my buffer. I was uncomfortable and hot under his hard stare. I didn't know how Mike would act now, if he was angry with me. I smiled to myself at that, thinking I was the one who should be mad. We hadn't seen each other in about four years, since just after high school when everything had completely unraveled between us. I was angry with him, still. But, I missed him. He had been my best friend for years, and I wanted to put all of the bullshit behind us right then. We wouldn't ever be friends again, but I hated what was between us now. I wished we could just have it out one good time and truly let it go. But, things had gotten just bad enough, just intense enough, that I wasn't sure that would ever happen. Suddenly feeling brave, I looked up and met his gaze. "Wanna get out of here?" I asked with a shrug.

He practically sneered as his eyes gave me the once over. "Why should I go anywhere with you?" There was a challenge there.

"Why do you have to be SUCH an asshole?" I rolled my eyes and hopped off the table.

"Hell, I was just looking after your pristine reputation, sweet. Hate to see you ruin it by leaving with me." His eyes were laughing, but at the same time scathing.

I took a step towards him, standing toe to toe with him. "I think you took care of my pristine reputation years ago," I hissed hotly. 

We stood there glaring at each other, him towering over me. My breathing was fast and ragged and I could feel my cheeks flush with anger. His black eyes were hard and even as he looked down at me. Slowly, he cocked an eyebrow at me and grinned. "Sweet, if i leave here with you tonight, I will make you the slut you always wanted to be for me."

Before I knew what had happened, my hand came lashing across his face with a loud crack. Several people looked over at us, but no one said anything. My hand print began to color Mike's face. He slowly turned back to me and for a moment I felt my knees go weak. I had never hit anyone before in my life. He leaned in close to me and I tensed, holding my breath. 

"Let's go," he growled at my ear. I shivered at his voice and looked up at him as he backed away from me. We locked eyes, his hard and challenging, mine wild and scared. 

"Now," he said curtly. He wasn't asking. And for reasons I still don't understand, I turned and walked toward the door. I could feel the heat of his body close behind me. He radiated with anger and sexual tension as he guided me out the door with his hand at the small of my back.

Without a word, he opened the passenger door of his SUV and put me inside. He slammed my door, making me flinch, then climbed up on his side and peeled out of the parking lot. I dared a glance at him and could see the tight set of his jaw. A few moments later, I realized with surprise that we were pulling into my neighborhood. I didn't even know he knew where I lived. "Which one?" His voice was tight, controlled.

I was frightened. I looked at him and then back to the road. I cleared my throat and looked at him again. Mike hit the brakes, hard. "Sarah? Where is your house?"

"The right. Four houses up." I hated myself for letting my voice tremble. Surprisingly, I was rewarded with a hint of a smile as he started the car creeping along to my house. And more surprisingly, I could feel myself responding to that smile. I shivered, and I really didn't know if it was from the fear or excitement I felt rumbling beneath the surface.

As the car rolled to a stop, I opened my door and was out walking towards my door quickly. I had a fleeting thought of getting inside ahead of him, and locking him out. But, he caught up to me in just a couple of long quick strides and I could feel him close behind me. 

As I fumbled to get my key in the lock, I felt him press up close behind me and take each of my wrists in his big hands. He placed them up on the door beside my head as he moved his knee to rest between my thighs. My breath caught and I struggled to breathe. I felt my eyes tear up as he pulled my arms high and secured them in one of his big hands over my head. I felt his other hand begin to trail down my body, from my arm down my sides, just lightly caressing the side swell of my breast before coming to a possessive halt on my hip. 

His head dipped low and I felt his hot breath on my neck and then his lips were dancing lightly over my ear as he began to talk to me in a low controlled voice. "Sarah, when we walk through this door...you are mine..." I shivered at his voice and one tear slipped down my cheek. "Tonight, I will have you every way I've ever dreamed of having you....and you WILL be the slut you were meant to be....for me..." His hand moved from my hip and traveled to caress just above my jeans. A moan that I did not recognize as my own slipped from deep within my throat and my head fell back against his shoulder. With that, he bit down lightly on my neck and then kissed me there. 

"Do you understand me, Sarah?" he asked, as his hand slipped into my jeans and began to rub over my pussy. He used the silk of my panties to rub circles around my clit, making it impossible for me to think straight to answer him. My pussy was dripping wet for him, I could feel that my panties were soaked. I tried to understand what he was saying to me, but all I could do was ride his hand as his fingers skillfully worked over my pussy. I knew he was taking possession of me, showing me that I wanted this...and he was right. 

"Sarah, answer me...you understand that you are mine tonight?" With that he pinched down on my clit and I felt my knees give as my pussy clenched tightly and I creamed my panties right there on the door step. He supported my weight with his knee between my thighs, and in the midst of my orgasm I gasped, "Yes!" 

"Yes, what?" 

"Yes, sir...I understand" I heard myself whisper as I was coming down from my high. 

"Good girl," he said. "Now open the door." He released my hands slowly and backed away. I could feel him hover just long enough to make sure I could stand, then back away from me. I felt cold without his heat enveloping me, and I fumbled with my keys hurrying to get us inside. I was wet, I was hot, I was delirious. I wanted him to make me his, I needed him to control me...and I found that I wasn't afraid of him anymore.

I opened the door, and put my keys down on a table by the door. I turned to Mike, unsure of what to do or say. It didn't matter. As I turned, I was met by him...hot and hungry. He wrapped one hand in my hair and his mouth quickly took possession of mine. His other arm came around my waist, crushing me to his body. He tipped my head back and his tongue entered my mouth, exploring and demanding. I tasted beer lightly on his tongue and grew flush and hot. I kissed him back, my hands caressing his sides, feeling the light tremor that ran through his body as we kissed.

His arm left from around me and I felt his hand at my waist. Then he began to slowly run his fingers up to my breast. He began to rub my tits through my thin shirt, and pinch my nipples. I groaned into our kiss and he pinched me harder, making me gasp in what was almost pain...but not quite. He pulled my head back by my hair and let his mouth trail to my ear and then down my neck, kissing and sucking as his hands began making quick work of the buttons down my shirt. I felt his warm hands at my shoulders and he ran his hands down my arms, taking my shirt with them. I shivered as I watched him drop to his knees and undo my jeans. I kicked out of my shoes as he pulled my jeans down.

With me standing before him in my black silk panties and bra, he stood and stared at me, his gaze inflamed. He backed away from me...two steps. His gaze was intense as he pulled his shirt over his head. I stared at him, my breathing fast and ragged. He undid his jeans and dropped them and his boxers to the floor, kicking out of his shoes and stepping out of his pants. He stood before me naked, his cock hard and throbbing. My eyes widened as I took him in, so intense...almost angry...hungry, wanting.

He came to me and kissed me again, hard and passionate. He backed me up until I was against the wall, no where to go. "Suck me." It wasn't a question. His voice was raspy and gruff. 

He placed his hands on the wall as I dropped to my knees before him. I looked up at him as I let my hand encircle his cock. I smiled, feeling an odd sense of power. I moved my mouth close to his cock, knowing he could feel my warm breath on him, and then nuzzled my way to his balls. I let my hand begin to slowly stroke him, and I let my tongue reach out and begin to work over his balls. I licked them, getting them nice and wet, then sucked each one into my mouth, rolling it around and using my tongue to massage over it, sucking gently. I could hear his breathing getting ragged and the moans that escaped his throat as I tortured him...stroking the shaft of his cock, sucking on his balls, but avoiding the head. 

I felt his cock dribble precum over onto my hand. I licked up the shaft sucking up the cum from the head of his cock before I wrapped my lips tightly around him. I felt his hand wrap up in my hair as I took his balls in my hand, working them over and pulling them, my nails scratching lightly over them. I let my tongue circle around the head of his cock, sucking, slowly beginning to move over his cock, taking more and more of him in. I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth, throbbing, getting harder and harder. He wrapped his hand tighter in my hair and began to thrust into my mouth. I sucked him harder, opening wider as his thrusts became more powerful. 

He pulled my head back, holding it against the wall, and then began to fuck my mouth, hard and deep. I took him all in, spit running down my chin as he fucked my face harder and faster, gagging me and making me take him in. I never stopped playing with his balls and I could hear him talking to me, "Yeah, baby...you're my little slut....I'm gonna fuck your face so hard...that's it baby, choke on my fat cock..." With a loud grunt, he pushed his cock into my throat and I felt his cum explode as I sucked it down my throat, swallowing every drop.

He untangled his hands from my hair and stepped away from me, his breath coming hard and fast, but beginning to slow down. As he did, I fell to my hands and knees in front of him. He looked at me, his gaze stormy as I gasped catching my breath. 

"Get up." he said. I looked up at him, surprised at the hardness in his voice. I stood in front of him shakily, using the wall behind me for support.

He turned and walked to the bedroom. I assumed I should follow him, so I started after him, my knees weak. As I came into my room, he was turning from the radio. A soft bluesy jazz was coming over my speakers. He sat in the arm chair in the corner of my room. "Dance for me," Mike said quietly. "Strip."

I stared at him, feeling my face flush, self conscious. I knew there was no arguing or backing down. I was...his. 

I walked the couple of steps it took so that i was standing just out of reach in front of him. Slowly, finding the rhythm, my hips began to sway. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the music. I let my hands travel over my body, feeling the goose bumps rise over my skin at my touch. I rubbed my breasts, swaying to the music, pinching my nipples, feeling them harden. I let my fingers run up over my neck, through my hair, holding it up on my head with one hand while the other trailed slowly down my body, then rubbed my pussy over my panties. I reached around and unhooked my bra, then held it up with my hands as I danced harder, getting lost in it. I slowly let it drop, revealing my tight hard nipples. I put a finger in my mouth, sucking it, and then rubbed my nipples leaving them glistening with saliva.

I opened my eyes to see Mike slowly stroking his cock. It was hard again and he was watching me passionately. I closed my eyes again, turning my back to him as I danced on. I threw him a look over my shoulder as I hooked my thumbs into the waistline of my panties. I slowly dropped them over my ass then began to bend over without bending my knees as I pulled them down over my legs. My ass was thrust back to Mike and I spread my legs enough for him to see my wet pussy as I lowered my panties. I stepped from them and tossed them into his lap as I kept dancing, nude. I bent my knees, lowering myself to the ground my legs spread wide, my hand gliding over my wet dripping pussy, then stood, my hips moving and dancing. 




Second Chance



I watched as he brought my panties to his face and inhaled my scent deeply. I heard him groan and then watched as he began stroking his cock with my panties. I stepped close to him and placed a foot on the chair, my pussy wet and glistening before him. I stroked it, working a finger into it then brought it to my lips to taste myself. 

With a groan, his eyes grew hard and he stood, grabbing me and moving me to the side as he did. Quickly, he turned me over the arm of the chair and I felt a stinging blow as his hand came down hard on my ass. "That's for teasing me, my little slut," he said gruffly. His hand came down again, the sound echoing in the room. "That's for slapping me in the bar," he growled. I braced myself and then felt the third stinging blow. "And that's so I can see your ass grow hot and red under my touch," he whispered, his lips barely grazing my ear.

I heard myself moan as I felt his hands begin to caress my ass, rubbing and probing. His hand dropped between my legs and he roughly pushed a finger into my wet pussy, and then two. He began to fuck me with his fingers, working me into a frenzy as he fingered me and talked to me. "You're gonna cum all over my hand again, slut....You're so hot with your ass hot and red for me....Fuck my fingers baby, push that ass on me..." He moved so that he was hitting my clit with every thrust and I felt myself begin to tremble all over.

"Tell me," he whispered at my ear. "Tell me you're cummin for me, Sarah..." 

"I'm cumming, Mike....I'm gonna cum for you..." I yelled then, cumming hard on his hand, my wet pussy clenching his fingers. I heard myself sob, and then i felt his cock push roughly into my still spasming pussy.

"Now...fuck me, Sarah." And he began to fuck me, hard and fast. I could hear his ass slapping against me and he grasped my shoulders pulling me back to him, hard. I pushed my ass back at him, feeling the sting as he thrust into me, but not caring. He felt so good, fucking me so deep and hard. "Oh, God...your pussy is so good, Sarah...so wet....fuck me, baby....I'm gonna cum..." With that, I heard him yell and felt him tense up behind me. He thrust deep into me and I felt his cock unload his hot cum deep inside me.

He picked me up and carried me to the bed, laying me down and crawling up beside me. He pulled me close to him, settling his softening cock between my ass cheeks. I heard him breathing deep and even and dozed off listening to him. I awoke sometime later to the sound of him getting dressed in the other room. I stood up and grabbed a t-shirt, pulling it on as I walked into my living room.

He looked up at me and I saw a half smile on his face. "I tried not to wake you," he said, tying his shoes.

"What, you thought I'd let you slip out in the middle of the night?" I asked.

"I didn't think there was a good way for this to end. There's a lot of history here, and tonight didn't really fix anything, Sarah." He stood up and we locked eyes.

"No?" I looked at him, my expression soft. "I'm not angry anymore...are you?"

He looked at me for a minute, and then walked over to where I was standing. He wrapped me in a hug and then kissed my forehead, "I was never angry with you, Sarah...only with me."

I nodded and he turned and walked to the door. "Hey, Mike?"

He stopped and looked at me, his hand on the knob.

"Thank you," I whispered. He nodded and walked out the door.

That wasn't the last time I ever saw Mike, but it was the last time we ever spoke. We've both moved on with our lives...married, had children. We came to an understanding that night, and we aren't angry anymore. When we pass in the store or on the softball field, he tips his hat to me and I smile. 

We don't speak...there's no need.



Second Chance



Tiffany couldn't believe it had already been four years since she had last seen him. Four years since she gave him that letter. She couldn't imagine what she would feel like when she saw him again. They had still talked to each other over the years, but this was so different. She saw him driving through campus in the car he had talked about since he was a senior in high school. He had changed in appearance over the years. He had slimmed out nicely, well fit now, muscular. This new look made him appear taller now than the 5' 10" he really was. He was tan now too, not the pale white TA she knew in high school. She had dreamt of riding in that car for the past four years. She realized she cared about him now more than ever.

Zach thought about her the entire week leading up to the new school year. She would be a freshman at the university he was attending, just like she had always said. He had waited for this moment for four years. Waited for her. He couldn't do anything his senior year, not with her being a freshman and him going off to college. He didn't want to make her worry all the time. He only hoped that it wasn't too late to share how he felt this entire time. He was going to give her a second chance for the date with a senior he couldn't give her the first time around.

She smiled when it was his name on her caller ID. At first he just asked about how she was, if her move went ok, what classes she was taking, just small talk. They made plans to go to lunch the next day, and her dream was about to begin. He picked her up at her dorm the next day and drove them to the restaurant. He couldn't believe how beautiful she was. She had grown an inch or two, maybe 5' 4" now. Her tan skin and dark black hair as beautiful as the day he first met her. She must have wore the most flattering outfit she had, a low cut tank top showing off her perfect, small firm tits and a pair of jeans that showed off her ass. The years of dance really showed in her appearance.

He found it so cute that she hardly looked at him the entire ride, yet he managed to get a look of her smile the entire time in the mirror. It was still as perfect as he remembered it. Lunch went along smoothly. They talked a little while they waited for their food to arrive and basically ate in silence. After they finished he was a little unsure of how to bring it into conversation so he just blurted it out.

"So, did you leave a boyfriend broken hearted back home?" He asked. 

She was caught off guard by the question. He had never seemed interested in her personal life. 

"No." She responded. "I didn't really even date in high school. I had one boyfriend, but it didn't last very long. I guess nobody lived up to my expectations." She continued. 

"Have that one dream guy in mind. You know you can't go through life looking for that one person who probably doesn't exist or you will never meet." He said. 

All she could think was how he did exist, how she already had met him. How he was sitting right in front of her. 

"So what is your dream man like anyway?" He asked her. 

She thought for a second, then answered him. "He's funny, and honest, and kinda dorky I guess. He's tall, but not too tall, and hopefully tan. I like white guys I guess." 

He was thinking the entire time. Waiting for that opening. Working into the perfect situation for him was what he was good at and now he found it in the hardest situation he has ever been in. 

"Hmmm, sounds like someone I think I know, all except the tan that is." He told her. 

" Really?" she said, as her heart fell, knowing how much it would hurt to be set up with someone by the guy she cared about for so long. "Since when do you play matchmaker?" 

He stared into her eyes while he answered her, "Since that guy is me."

It took her a second to realize what he had said. For her to know that it was real. She had dreamt of this moment for so long. She wanted to say something, to say the perfect thing. But she remained speechless.

"Ever since you gave me that letter I've wanted to become your dream guy. I wanted to take you out, but I knew that it would be too hard on you with me away. I knew we didn't have enough time to build a strong enough relationship, enough trust, for us to be apart for so long." He told her. "I have grown to care about you so much over these past years. I just hope that you still feel that way about me. I hope you can give me that chance."

She tried so hard to hold back the tears, but they started to slowly start to fall down her cheek. 

He saw the tears and felt sick. "Please don't cry. I'm sorry to make you upset like this. I understand if you don't feel the same." 

"It's not that. I never thought I would hear you say those words. I never thought my dreams could ever come true." She responded.

With that, he got up and stepped to the other side of the booth. He took her hand and pulled her up, close to him, and stared into her eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Then he leaned in until their lips were almost touching, hovering there for a second, and then giving her the most gentle and loving kiss she had ever experienced. With that they walked out of the restaurant hand in hand. They walked off to begin the rest of their lives together.

The entire drive back to his apartment she couldn't take her eyes off him, and he would look over every few seconds, catching her perfect smile, making her blush. When they got to his door he literally swept her off her feet and carried her into his bedroom. He began to kiss her lips, moving down to her neck and shoulders as he began to unbutton her shirt. He slowly made his way down her chest and stomach, down to the top of her pants before he made his way back up to her breasts. He took off her bra and began sucking on them, rubbing her through her jeans at the same time. Even through her pants he could feel the warmth coming off her pussy as she ground into his hand. She needed to feel him touch her.

He left a trail of kisses down her stomach while unbuttoning her pants, continuing down to her panty clad pussy. He pressed his tongue against he, sucked on her clit, teasing her. He squeezed her breasts, as he ate her pussy; they fit perfectly in his hands. It was torture to have is mouth so close yet be separated from her. Finally she couldn't take it anymore and shoved his head away and pulled off her panties. He then made his way back by kissing and licking up her leg before he began to eat her out with a hunger both had waited many years to have satisfied. His tongue was magic moving all around inside of her, moving in and out, sucking and licking her clit. She moaned when he first inserted his fingers inside her. But at this point she wanted to give more than receive.

She pulled him up to her face and began to make-up passionately, in the process removing his shirt to reveal his new tone stomach and abs. She flipped him onto his back and removed his pants. She had never seen a man before, and at first was a bit intimidated. That was quickly overcome by her growing need for him to be inside her. But she had one other thing in mind first. She slowly licked up and down his shaft before taking it in her mouth. She slowly moved up and down, her tongue creating a sensation that almost overwhelmed him. Then she did something neither one of them expected to him. She took his entire cock in her mouth, down her throat. After she held it there for what seemed like an eternity she pulled away to catch her breath, but it was time for him to take back control. He grabbed her and rolled them over. Staring into her eyes, he told her what she had waited years to hear. 

"I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He said, giving her a gentle kiss. "I'm glad I waited for you."

She couldn't believe that he had done that. She had not expected to be his first and felt so loved that he cared that much for her. That he was not even sure he would get a chance with her yet waited. Waiting was something they were both tired of, and they did not have to wait any longer. Looking into each other's eyes he slowly entered her. Neither could have imagined what it would feel like. She couldn't believe how full she felt, how connected she felt to him, and he could not believe how tight she felt, the sensation of her contracting around his cock. 

He wanted so badly to just fuck her, but he wanted to this be special. He wanted this to be perfect. They made love for what seemed like hours. Staring into each other's eyes, staring into each other's souls. They felt as if they were one being. As he neared cumming he was unsure what to do. 

"I'm close" he told her.

"I want you to fill me up baby." She responded.

With that he couldn't take it anymore. He came harder than he ever had before, more than he ever had before. She couldn't believe what it felt like as he exploded inside of her. It slowly dripped out of her as he left his cock inside of her as he went soft. They gently made out until he finally slipped out of her. 

"I love you so much. I never want to leave." She said.

"We are together forever now sweetie. I'm never letting you go. Your home now." He said softly. 

They laid in each other's arms as they drifted off to sleep, yet neither one could dream anything sweeter than their new reality.



Second Chance



Steve Winter was a forty-three year old psychologist working for the human resource department of a big firm. His job was to administer various psychometric tests, to score them and write interpretative reports. It was a rather boring job, hardly a challenge for someone working twenty years in the field. But Steve Winter didn't mind. He was never an ambitious man and his parents left him enough money to cover his basis needs. He had al he wanted from life, a nice house in one of the most beautiful outskirts of town, and a lot of money in the bank. 

But his job gave him the opportunity to satisfy his greatest craving, the need to seduce women. He met al kinds of women, of all colors, backgrounds and ages. He didn't mind, he was only interested in sex. As long as they were willing to part their legs for him they could be attractive and fifty-five our fat and thirty years old. In fact his best sex had been with a black professional women fourteen years his senior, not so pretty in the face but with a marvelous body and with an sexual appetite to match. He had never been in love, although he had been a womanizer as long as he could remember. He was an attractive and athletic man, charming and seemingly very obliging. The women who fell in his trap he fucked once or twice, then loosing his interest in them and very rapidly he looked around for his next conquest.

Then Mona came into his life. She was a twenty-one year old psychology student, assigned to him as part of the fulfillment of her practice lessons. In ten weeks he was supposed to teach her the practice of psychological testing in a real world environment. When Steve Winter set eyes on her he felt his loins stir. He knew he would do everything to have her. Not that Mona was stunning in particular however, in fact she was a rather plain girl. She had long, blonde hair, a freckled face and a nose that was a little to big. Her blue eyes always darted anxious around. Her lips were thick, around slightly crooked teeth. She smiled easily, but seldom in a relaxed and confident manner. You had only to look at her to gather this was a girl with very low self-esteem and a negative self-image. She was of average build and could loose a few pounds. She had small breasts, broad hips and a thick, round ass.

Steve Winter knew she had been around the block already, but only a short one. He could see experience written over her face, but at the same time she still had a sense of innocence about her. But no, on the second hand it looked more like a sort of wounded innocence, of pain, hurt feelings and unfulfilled expectations. The first fantasy that Steve Winter had of Mona when they first met, was of her on her belly while he pillaged her tight arsehole, begging him for mercy. He loved to fuck butt. In his experience most women were anal virgins, and he loved first times. Above all he liked the feeling of total control and power the act of sodomy gave him.

However, the task of gaining her confidence was not an easy one. Mona was a very friendly girl, but she kept her distance, not only with him but with the rest of the staff as well. But Steve Winter kept trying and little by little his irresistible charm gained ground. After a month or so Mona felt comfortable enough around him to start giving bits of information of her personal life, about her family, university and her friends.

Mona had been brought up in a very strict family. She was the youngest of six. Her mother had little time for her and her father despised women. Especially Mona, more than her three other sisters, had been the object of his anger and his humiliations. As a result she had developed into a shy and anxious young woman, an outcast with her peers, who could not assert herself and as a result had been hurt plenty. Especially sex and boyfriends had been traumatizing. She had lost her virginity only last year.

At a party she had drunk to much, then a boy had made serious advances. She felt lonely and he was attractive and seemed friendly, so she had given in. He took her to his room, where she thought they would be alone. But when he had closed the door and turned on the light, she saw three grinning boys sitting on his bed. She had struggled to get away, but she had been rapidly overpowered and stripped of all her clothes. While one boy raped her, the others had kept her arms and legs under control. She had rapidly lost consciousness. She never mentioned the incident to anyone. The boy who had picked her up had made a lot of pictures of the romp. He said they proved she had complied and he threatened to sent them to her family. That made her the most afraid. Her father had always opposed her education and he would certainly took her away from university after this. Six months later she fell in love with a classmate. He turned out to be a very abusive and even violent guy, often involved in street crime as theft and robbing. She was easily intimidated, so she didn't dare to leave him. She escaped only from him when he was arrested by the police, after he had assaulted an underage girl.

Mona had cried when she finished telling her story. Steve took her in her arms and whispered the friendly consolidating words she longed to hear. When she wiped her tears away and smiled up to him he knew the ice was broken. This time she didn't refuse his offer for lunch. From now on they ate together when they could. On some occasions she even slipped her arm through his. After a week he invited her to drink something after hours, later they went to see a movie. He started to pick her up at the dorm in the morning and brought her back at five-o-clock. The radiant way Mona looked at him, Steve knew it would only be a matter of time before he could fuck her. The girl was in love with him and all he had to do was to pull slowly the rope in.

The occasion presented itself soon enough under the guise of a long weekend, two weeks before the end of her apprenticeship. Three days were to short for Mona to take the long trip home and she had no work to keep her busy. Then Steve Winter decided it was more than time to power things up. He invited her to his home. A little bit to his surprise she took his offer.

That Saturday he picked her up at the dorm and drove to his home. His house stood in one of the better sections of town, at a secluded spot, hidden from view and with no immediate neighbors. He had all the discretion he needed to satisfy his need for sex and his need for women.

Mona was very nervous when he led her in the living-room. Normally Steve Winter went with his women directly to the bedroom, but this time he knew he a more cautious approach was needed. So he took things easy, sat down at her at a for her safe distance, poured her a drink, talked in a friendly manner, courted with her without being overtly flirtatious. Mona was a little bit intimidated by the expensive furniture and adornments of his home. But soon she felt at home and she asked him to sit directly next to her. In the next hour she touched him more than in the eight previous weeks combined, mostly his arms or shoulders, occasionally his thigh. All Steve could think about however, was how she looked beneath her clothes. She wore only pants and blouses or shirts buttoned up to her neck, never something revealing or a shirt. Now that she was more sure of herself and had shed her shyness, she looked instead beautiful rather than plain to him. A soft scent invaded his nose. He smiled inwardly. It was the first time he remarked she used perfume. He was sure things would go much faster than he first had thought.

A few drinks later he stood up, announcing he wanted to prepare their meal. She wanted to help and followed him into the kitchen, which was in fact an open structure adjacent to the living-room. He putted on some soft music en went to work.

All her former shyness and reservation was gone, smiling and joking she frisked around him. She proved to be a good cook. Steve was amusing himself. When they sat down, after he made them an appetizer, he realized to his surprise that he began to see her in an entirely different light, not as a mere slut to fuck but as the beautiful personality she really was. He felt a strange feeling, affection perhaps, and tried to fight it of. He never fell in love before and he had sworn to himself it would never happen. He tried to think how big her nipples would be, or if she shaved her pussy or not, if she would swallow his sperm, and the unknown feeling nagging him faded away.

The meal was delicious. She drank no alcohol, something he remarked with a little disappointment. It went always a little easier when they were more or less tipsy. Nevertheless, he tried to be as entertaining as possible, seduction was after all his trade mark. After his weak moment he became again the cold, calculating sexual predator.

After diner they drank coffee in the garden, shaded from the hot sun. Steve sat directly near her. Mona smiled at him up and leaned forward. She didn't object when five minutes later he put his arm around her shoulder. Still some minutes later her head rested on his shoulder. Then he kissed her on the forehead. Mona didn't react, but she had a blissful smile on her face. Steve became very bold. He kissed her on the mouth, one time, two times, then she responded. Eyes closed, her lips opened and he felt her tongue probing his mouth. It was the beginning of a long kiss. Her mouth was cool and fresh. She caressed his back. When he wanted to break the kiss, she protested with a moan. He placed his hand on one of her breasts and kneaded the firm flesh through her bra. She crossed and uncrossed her legs and he felt her fingers dug in his back. She was excited and willing, there was no going back now. Then she looked at him, sparks in her blue eyes.

"I want you darling," he whispered, playing with her long blond hair. "I wanted you from the day I first saw you."

"Yes, me too."

He stood up and pulled softly on her hands. She threw his hands around his neck, he used the opportunity to feel the firmness of her hot round ass. He felt his penis stiffen, she rode her belly against his growing erection.

"I'm going to make love to you," he announced.

Without waiting for an answer he took her by the hand and let her to the bedroom. Steve Winter had great pains to conceal his victorious grin. Dozens of women he had fucked on the satin sheets of his king size bed, but Mona was by far the youngest. He counted to use every trick he knew, every position, and to make sure every hole he could stick his penis in was worn out before the weekend was over. After all, an old fart like him had not every week the chance to bed a desirable twenty year old.

He stood behind her, pressing his body against hers, so that she was very aware of his stiff boner pushing against her ass-cleft.

He cupped her breasts in his hands and whispered in her ear, "Let me take your clothes off darling."

She nodded, smiling with closed eyes. He took the hem of her shirt and took it off slowly. She raised her arms. He draped the shirt on a chair and unhooked her bra. Her turned her around and she obliged, smiling unsure, fighting the urge to cover her young, pert tits.

"You have such beautiful breasts," he said, caressing them, coaxing her pink nipples into stiffness with his thumbs.

It was true. She had beautiful breasts, although they were small, but they were unbelievably firm.

"You like?" she purred.

He could see she was not used to receive much compliments. Instead of answering, Steve grabbed her by the waist and kissed each boob separately. She looked at him with a comically earnest face. He knelt down and opened the buttons of her jeans. Pulling them down, he saw that her knickers were of the same plain white cotton as her bra. They looked damp at her crotch. He imagined he could smell already the delicate musky odor of her young pussy. Mentally Steve had to restrain himself. It had been two weeks since he had last sex and he was horny as hell. But he had to go slow, he realized, be tender, slowly warming her up until she begged for it.

Mona lifted her right foot then her left, when Steve took her pants of. Now she was only clothed in her girlish white knickers. He could see her vaginal lips outlined through the thin material. She was not bushy. He hated that. However he hoped she was not bald either. He could not stand a completely shaved cunt either. It was like you were doing it with a young girl. He rose up and played again tenderly with her little tits. He felt her tremble. Her breath went deeper and she began to fumble with the buttons of his shirt.

"I want to teach you sweet love," he told her. "I want you to trust me... I'll give you pleasure, but you must let me take the lead... Do you trust me enough to do that?"

She nodded when he took of his shirt. He could see her admiration when she saw his broad shoulders and hairy muscular chest. Then her gaze felt lower, to his massive hard-on bulging in his trousers. Proudly Steve followed her gaze, thinking how she would react when she saw how big he really was.

"I'm going to make you feel like a real women," he said. "I know you've been hurt much, but love can be so wonderful you know."

He stroke her pussy through her underwear. Mona rocked her hips and moaned softly.

"Take your panties off for me," Steve asked, dropping on his knees.

She obliged rapidly and at least he saw her beautiful jewel. A whiff of her most intimate scent reached his noise when she threw the garment away. Her pussy had a small trimmed patch of blond hair, a little bit darker than her head. Her vaginal lips were puffed out and slick. He stuck his nose right into her mound and took in a deep breath.

"You're so sweet," he said.

He slid his tongue along her juicy slit and lapped lightly. Hissing, Mona took in a sharp breath of air, when she felt for the first time the hot breath and lips of a man on the most intimate part of her body. Teasingly he stopped for a moment.

"Please... Please..." she whimpered, tugging lightly at his head.

He grinned up at her and continued licking her pussy lips and sucking on her clit. She moaned loudly and began to tremble. Her pussy glazed his face with her sweet female nectar. It was simply to much for him to drink. She writhed around and began franticly pushing her hips into his face while he fucked her love hole with his tongue. Now and then he gave some attention to her engorged clitoris.

"Oh this is wonderful!" she screamed, "Eat my pussy, make me come."

You bet, he thought, increasing the rhythm of his oral administration. She moaned loudly. He was sure she was about to experience the first orgasm in her life. As fast and hard as he could he kept slipping his tongue in and out of her weeping snatch. When she buckled over, he decided on a new position.

"Get on your hands and knees. I'm going eat you from behind," he said.

It would not only be easier for her, but that way he could also take a good look at that marvelous ass he hoped to deflower before the end of the weekend.

Mona bent over and stuck her behind right in Steve's face. He admired for a moment her round and bubbly ass, big but firm, the skin smooth as the face of a baby. He took her ass cheeks and spread them apart. He slid his tongue from her dripping cunt up to the crack of her ass and kissed her little puckered hole. Yes, gazing at the tender, brown hole of her anus he was sure she still got her cherry there. 

Mona shuddered and squealed, "Please kiss my pussy again." 

He licked up and down again and again. When she kept protesting he jammed his tongue in her pussy while his thumb caressed her anus. This seemed her to excite more. He felt her shudder and then she screamed.

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

She collapsed beneath him. He buried his face between the crack of her ass, smelling the bitter odor of her tender rear hole. After a minute or two she regained her senses. While she got slowly to her feet, he stepped out of his pants and boxers. Her smile froze to a flabbergasted grimace when she saw his eight inch dick pointing at her.

"As you see, I have a little something here that's dying to know you better," Steve grinned.

"Steve darling, it's more than a little something," she responded, open mouthed. "It's so big."

"Don't worry sweetie." He assured her. "Your pussy will adjust itself to its size. In fact, it will give you tremendous pleasure."

He took her hand and wrapped it around his penis. Her hand looked small around his fuck-pole. She smiled and began to move her hand up and down. He groaned, small jolts of electricity ran along his shaft.

"It's been so long ago. I won't last long." He told her.

Mona bended a little to take a closer look at the mighty weapon. She even weighted his heavy balls in her left-hand. He was so hard and yet his skin felt as satin in her hand. Now it was Steve's turn to tremble. Suzy, Mona's sexually very active roommate, had told her she once met a guy with nine inch boner, even bigger than Steve's. At first she had been scared that it would rip apart her pussy, just as Mona now was. But in fact Suzy her received the pounding of her life and everything else after that left her dissatisfied. This reminiscence helped Mona over her inhibitions. She looked up at Steve and saw a starved look in his eye.

"Please darling, take me in your mouth," he said with an pleading edge.

His dick bobbed right in front of her lips. After a moment of hesitation she slid her puffy lips over his penis. Her mouth felt cool. But her mouth was also small, so his tick meat barely fitted in. He felt her darting tongue everywhere on his most sensitive tip. She slowly let his penis half way in and their out of her mouth. He placed his hands on both sides of her face, coaxing her to take more of his flesh in. She began salivating and bobbing her head faster and faster, making slurping noises. It was his turn to moan.

"Honey, this is good, so good," he said, thrusting his hips forward.

Moments later she had him pulsating in her mouth. His big dick spurted jet after jet of thick cream in her mouth. Her cheeks ballooned and her face reddened as he pumped her mouth full of semen. She lifted her head off his lap, pulled away and covered her mouth. A moment he thought she was about to hurl it out, but then she swallowed audibly. A thick string of sperm dribbled from her chin. She kept looking at his shrinking dick. Again she cupped his balls.

"My God, these are as full as before," she said in mock amazement.

This is much easier than I thought, Steve said to himself, as he pulled her to her feet and kissed her full on the mouth. He tasted his own semen.

"I want to make love to you now," he said.

He lifted her up in his strong arms. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around her waist. Shielding her head with his hands, he lay her down in the middle of the bed. He kissed her hungrily, probing deeply with his tongue. He went down and kissed her breasts. Her took her right nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, teasing the other with his fingers, her wet pussy pressing around his semi-hard penis. Then he lowered himself, his tongue left a wet trail on her flat belly. When he hovered above her vagina, the folds wet with her excitement, he looked up. She smiled paradisiacal down at him. With his middle finger he caressed her blood engorged pussy lips. Then he pushed his digit into her hot and slippery love canal. No more a virgin, she was still very tight. 

"You like?" he asked.

"Please fuck me," she answered.

He kept fingering her, now and then leaping with his tongue at her small clitoris. She wriggled with her ass and kept asking him to fuck her.

"Please, I want you in me," she implored.

At least his penis was completely hard again. She was near to another orgasm when he pulled his finger back. His big tool would give her some discomfort at the beginning, that's why he wanted her as excited as possible.




Second Chance



Steve took her legs and spread them slowly, pushing her knees up. He could see Mona's pussy lips parting, exposing every detail of her dripping twat. She had her hands on his back and put her feet on his thighs. She closed her eyes with a grim and anxious line around her mouth, steeling herself for his penetration. He brought his cock before her waiting mound and started to push. She let out a low grunt as he entered her slowly. She was soaking wet but tight as hell. He lifted her ass a little which gave him better access. He looked at her face for any signs of unease, while pushing his meat into her pussy.

Mona gasped, but it was a gasp of pleasure. Her nails raked the skin of his back when she felt the penis of her lover distend her labia and fill her cunt to an extend she never dreamed of. The little pain she experienced added only to her lust. Slowly Steve penetrated her inch by inch. Her tight vaginal walls closed around him like a fist in glove. She was so wet and so hot. This was the most delicious fuck of his life. Mona's hips began to jerk in response to his pumping. Steve brought a hand under her ass and began to caress her anal hole. It was wet and slippery from sweat and her excretions. He lubed her arse with her own juices, all while he slowly went deeper in her cunt, touching parts of her that never had been touched. He felt her vaginal walls squeezing harder on his cock, as he began to finger her rear passage. Her pussy felt hot, but her little arse felt like lava.

"Huh... Yes," she shouted in delight.

She started to wriggle when he was completely in her and started to fuck her in slow motions, his finger deep in her ass. He felt his penis through the thin walls that separated her bowels from her pussy. A long, throaty groan of pleasure came from her and she hunched her hips to keep him longer in her. Obviously she liked some anal play.

"Please... Harder... Please, long time," she moaned.

"You're so tight it fucking hurts," he grunted.

Resting his forehead on Mona, Steve kissed her hungrily. When he felt the familiar tingle in his cock he started to hump her more slowly. Each drag of his cock along the narrow velvet sheath of her cunt felt exquisite to him and her little moans and whimpers only fuelled his lust more. The electricity sweeping through her belly and his cock and finger pounding her pussy and anus nearly caused her to pass out from pure unencumbered sexually bliss. She thrashed wildly under him when her orgasm overtook her. Only his sheer weight kept Steve in place. He kept fucking her, thrashing wildly into her underused cunt. His balls smacked against her ass as his penis invaded her deeper. Each time the tip of his cock came to hit her cervix she whimpered, but he was far to close to his own climax to care. Then he grunted and his sperm flooded her little pussy. He pumped her until he went limp.

"Was it good, better than your boyfriend I bet?" he asked her, rolling of her.

"A little pain at the end," she admitted, smiling however. "I love your finger in my ass."

"I can put much more than my finger back there," he told her. "You'll see it will be an amazing experience. There'll be a little pain, but only at the beginning."

"Please no, you're really to big."

"You'll adjust, just like your pussy does... I'll be very careful."

Mona didn't say anything, but Steve saw her thinking. He smiled down at her, thinking and calculating. He wanted her anal cherry and he would have it anyway. Still, he wasn't in a hurry, he had the whole evening and night before him and tomorrow was another day. He took her into his arms and pulled the sheets over them.

Mona snuggled her head in his armpit, her left arm drawn over his hairy muscular chest.

"Steve?" she asked after a while.

"Yes," he answered, half asleep.

"You know I love you."

"Yes," he replied, very awake now.

He looked alarmed at her, knowing that women in love meant trouble.

Mona took a deep breath and her face looked somewhat sad.

"I dreamed to give my first time to the man I love... You know what happened."

He nodded encourage while she looked at him through tear filled eyes.

"Well maybe... I thought giving you my ass for the first time is like giving you my cherry. I'm afraid of course, but it felt so good when you fingered me there."

"Yes," he said. "It would make me the happiest man on earth. It would be the little thing only you and I share."

"Do you love me Steve?" she asked.

He swallowed, at a loss for words.

"Please be honest Steve. I won't be mad at you... You can tell me I'm just a crazy bimbo, like my roommate says... You gave me a wonderful time. It's not just the sex, but you made me feel desired, aware of my capabilities."

"I care very much about you," he said, knowing he could tell the biggest lies with a straight face. "You know, a moment ago I thought I just fell in love with you... For the first time in my life... But is that love?"

"It's the same with me." She admitted. "Maybe we should wait some time."

"What?"

"If you really love me you should leave my poor pucker alone for some time."

You fucking rascal, he thought with amazement and anger. She had wit. She pleased him more and more.

Then she giggled and reached for his flaccid penis.

"Will you fuck me again please?" she pleaded. "I bet you have many tricks to teach me."

"You bet I do," Steve grinned. "Make me hard again with that lovely mouth of yours and I'll show you."

He felt his cock stir the moment she wrapped his lips around it.

"I want to drink your sperm, you're my man now," she cooed sexily, and then went to work in earnest.

"Oh, that's good. Suck it, baby," he grunted, gathering up her hair from her neck.

He held her hair behind her head, so he could see her devouring his cock. As she looked up at him, her eyes were on fire with lust and the desire to please.

Jesus, this girl is a natural born cocksucker, Steve thought.

Slowly, using the suction of her lips and tongue, her mouth took more and more of his boner until her nose buried itself in his pubic hair. Her tongue continued its undulating dance on his stiff rod. Then she raised her head, pulling her mouth up his length. Then she repeated the operation, now and then casting a furtive look in his direction. Delightful sensations overwhelmed him, and his breath became heavy. Slowly Mona went up and down, deepthroating him each time she hit bottom. Every few strokes, she paused to take a breath, massaging his scrotum. Within minutes of this treatment, Steve felt a tingling feeling start in his balls and move up higher.

"Here it comes!" he shouted.

Upon hearing this, Mona sucked harder, coughing while she swallowed the surges of his spunk, anxious to take it all in. When he was finished, she licked the head clean.

"On your back and spread your legs," he ordered her. "I'm going to taste your sweet honey again."

Smiling, her eyes full of lust, she complied.

Her pussy lips were still wet and oily of his come and her juices. Her cunt was open as the petals of a blooming flower and spread a musky fragrance, filling his mind with lust and making him hard again. Her reddened clit told how horny she was. Steve blew lightly across her blonde fur. She bucked her hips and groaned in response. While his tongue licked her slick lips, his hands massaged her breast. He alternated between squeezing them and pulling and twisting her nipples. She bumped her wet groin into his face.

"Make me come with your tongue," Mona shrieked.

Steve sucked her clit into his mouth. She howled in pure delight. He opened her legs further and dragged his hands down her legs until his fingers rested at the entrance to her anus, moist with sweat and juice which had dripped from her cunt. He looked up and saw the valley of her belly and the small hills of her breasts rolling and heaving with pleasure.

He pushed two fingers of his left hand into her steamy pussy, searching for her most sensitive spots. She made wailing, muffled sounds and her hips gyrated under him. He attacked her clitoris with his lips and tongue, while the index of his right hand invaded her tout anal passage, pumping slowly until his second knuckle was in. 

It didn't take long before his young lover reacted violently to his attentions. Her body bucked like it was on fire. Steve had to pin her down otherwise he would have lost contact. He was sure you could hear her outcries at the front door. Her thighs clamped tight against his head, as she climaxed.

Grinning, his mouth and chin wet wit her pussy jelly, he looked up at her. She was panting heavily. He saw only the white of her eyes. Apparently her orgasm had been so strong she had passed out. He withdrew his fingers from her eager, young pussy and took her in his arms, rocking her softly.

Slowly Mona regained her senses.

Suddenly he had an idea. He would fuck her as the bitch in heat she really was.

"Get on al fours darling, just like a moment ago. I'm going to fuck you doggy style," he said.

Mona complied. Her head rested on the mattress, while she stuck her butt high, giving him easy access to both her love holes. While she was not looking, he grabbed for the jar of lubricant he kept in the drawer of his nightstand. He would fuck her in her virgin puckered hole, whether she consented or not.

With a sly grin on his face, Steve took position behind her. Her pussy was already sopping, when he started to caress her thick vaginal lips and then pumped her tight but eager passage. Mona arched her back and moaned.

"Please, don't tease me, fuck me," she pleaded.

But Steve only suckled. While continuing to finger her, he opened with his free hand the small jar and dipped his fingers in the oily substance. Mona trashed her head in pleasure, not aware what he was doing. When he felt her cunt squeezing on his finger, fluid gushing out of her hole, he applied a big blob of the lubricant on her anus, fingering her lightly, making sure his mushroom head would enter smoothly. Mona was to overwhelmed by her pleasure to take notice. When her orgasm ebbed away, her breath coming in grasps and juice dripping from her cunt, he stood with his cock at the ready.

Her puckered hole relaxed and opened as a flower in the early morning light. Steve grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled them apart. In one smooth movement he placed the big mushroom head of his cock against her. Her asshole was relaxed, but still very tight. Mona yelled in panic and tried to crawl away, but the iron grip of Steve prevented her from doing this. With one hard thrust he broke the resistance of her sphincter. He kept pushing until the head of his tool was in her narrow anal passage.

The violated girl howled in pain and humiliation. 

"God, no please, stop!" Mona sobbed. "You're hurting me... It burns... Please!"

"You'll feel better soon," Steve grunted, ramming the first inch in.

God, she was so small, it was like his cock was being skinned. 

"Help, help," she cried. "Ach, please stop... It hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

He slapped her on the ass, not hard but she fell silent.

"Relax, it won't hurt, the worst is over" he said softly, her discomfort only made his blood boil more.

She lay still, crying softly.

He fucked her with short, hard thrusts, until he was halfway in her. He stopped a moment, letting her tight ass adjust to his size. Tenderly he stroked her hips.

"Push back, reach back with your hand and play with your clit," Steve told her. "You'll be much comfortable. The worst is over anyway."

Mona complied. Carefully and slowly his cock progressed into her asshole. Mona fingered her pussy as his stiff rod filled her last virginal hole. Her sobbing had stopped and she even started to push back with each of his trusts, even hesitantly.

"Good girl, it's wonderful," he soothed.

He began to caress slowly her tits and rolling her nipples between his fingers. She responded with moans of pleasure. It took a few minutes but eventually he was buried to the hilt inside her arsehole. Steve grinned in triumph.

"How do you feel honey?" he asked. "You like it?"

"It's better. It feels terrific now," Mona said between ragged breaths, much to his amazement.

"That's good darling," he said. "Here comes the best part."

He began slowly sliding in and out of her, savoring how tight her ass was and hoping she was enjoying it at least a little bit. He guessed she was, because the sounds of her cries were tinged with pleasure as well as pain.

"Oh, sweet lord, how heavenly tight you are," Steve said between clenched teeth.

After a few short thrusts, Mona's moanings were all pleasure, and Jack lengthened his strokes to come almost all the way out and then plunge in until his thighs slapped against her ass cheeks. After a short while he sped the rhythm up. Steve was grunting every time he plunged inside her. She was so tight it did hurt. He spread her ass cheeks wide, which allowed him to pierce the young woman deeper on each thrust.

"Fuck me, fuck me..." Mona ordered him in a hoarse voice.

His thrusts got harder and faster, his cock stretching her asshole to the limit. Her moans and screams filled the bedroom, while she grabbed the sheets and pushed her ass back each time as he pulled back out.

But alas, all good things came to an end. He could start to feel the clench of his impending climax. Thinking on all kinds of unpleasant things, he tried to postpone this moment. But to no avail, he could feel his cock explode. He squeezed her ass cheeks, and with a loud scream he shot a large load of cum into her bowels. He held his cock still in her ass deflowered for a moment, buried in all the way. He saw stains of blood and brown slime on his cock, when he slid out of her rear passage. Steve collapsed onto the bed, seeing his sperm dripping out of Mona's ass.

"Thank you, for letting me the first," he whispered, taking her in her arms and rocking her gently. 

Her nails slid along his chest when he kissed her, tongues intertwined. He had expected to see rage in her eyes, but she looked up at him as a dog to his master. That bitch is a real submissive, he thought with satisfaction. After a couple of minutes he broke their embrace.

"Let's take a shower first," he said, "We still have the whole weekend."

They did just that. After the shower they went outside. He took a stroll with her in the city park and showed up with her at the local pub, catching whistles and envious looks from his friends. They ate something and went back home.

Steve drove Mona to the bedroom and practically tore her clothes of. He made love to her doggy style. After her first orgasm, he started licking her tight asshole, lubricating it with his spit. Expectantly she looked up at him. She whimpered only a little bit when he plunged into her ass, but was soon making sounds of pleasure when he began to pound her anal canal in earnest.

"Oh you lovely stud, keep it in my ass... It does feel better than in my pussy," she moaned.

Steve, hating it to disappoint a lady, slammed as hard as he could up her back entrance.

"You rip me apart... Fuck me," Mona screamed, as the air went out of her lungs.

She started shaking and shivering, when Steve felt his balls start to tingle.

"Oh yes, I'm coming to!" Mona screamed, when Steve cummed in her ass.

After that they went to sleep, but the next two days were full of frenzied sex.

The following Tuesday Steve Winter arrived later at his office than usual. Mona, punctual as ever, was already there. She stood smiling in the middle of the room when he entered, exposing herself to his admiring stare. He was indeed thunderstruck with her appearance. Mona was clothed in a white jacket and a silk blouse of the same color. Her navy blue skirt left the most part of her beautiful legs bare. But the most sexy about her were the three inch stiletto heels and the fishnet stockings. They were a present, Steve had bought them yesterday on the way to her dorm. It made her ooze sexuality and self-assurance at every breath she took. He could scarcely believe this was the same girl as the slightly disheveled and anxious one that had stepped into his office seven weeks ago.

Steve chuckled. It had taken only a weekend to transform that rather boring and plain woman into an eager and submissive slut, his personal love toy.

He stepped closer and took her hands in his.

"My god darling, you look enchanting," he exclaimed, dragging her closer. "I must keep an eye on you, or I'll lose you to some young bloke around here."

"No way asshole," Mona answered.

He started to caress her ass cheeks through her skirt and felt no trace of a panty line.

"Do you wear a string, or no knickers at all?" he asked her.

Mona responded by jumping in his arms, meeting his lips in a searing kiss. Her hands grasped at his shoulders, pulling him against her body while her tongue tasted his mouth. Concurrently his hands dived under her short shirt, revealing him she wore only a small string and a garter belt. Then he broke her kiss and buried his head in her neck and planted kisses all along it.

"My, my... You lewd little doll," Steve whispered hoarsely in her ear. "Do you have any idea what effect you have on an old man like me?"

"I'm beginning to feel it," Mona giggled. "But you're not old. You are more man than I could wish for... The weekend was fantastic."

Proudly he smiled, while he looked in her enamored eyes. Yes, this lady was definitely under his spell, like no other woman had ever been. He caressed her cunt through her flimsy undergarment for a brief moment.

"We don't have appointments, do we?" Mona asked, while she pushed her underbelly against his growing erection.

"No, we need to finish a couple of reports," he said. "I'll also have to work on an important paper. So, it might be better if you start to work on them immediately... You're here to learn, remember... If they're ready we look together at them."

He chuckled when he saw the look of disappointment on her face.

"Don't make a long face like that, we shall have ample time for each other before the lunch," Steve said with a wink.

He went to his desk, while Mona started up her computer with a glum face. She looked at her to-do list. Three reports needed to be written. She looked at the test profiles that she had produced last Friday. All of them were pretty normal, so she could use the pre-written formats Steve had put together and altering now and then a word, a phrase or a value. In one hour she would be ready.

It took her a little more time. She felt her excitement grow when the printer spilled his papers, and it was not only from the satisfaction of a job good done. Steve grinned at her from behind his computer.

"Ready?" he asked.

Mona smiled, handing him over the reports. Looking down, she couldn't help but notice the enormous bulge under his zipper. Clearly she was not the only one whose mind was not entirely on her work.

"There's a folder marked AGD70 over there. Will you get it for me?"

"Sure," Mona answered.

As she went to the filing cabinet she could feel her eyes on her ass. Feeling a little naughty, she decided to put on a little show. Instead of dropping through her knees, she slowly bended at the waist, a lot more than strictly necessary. Uncomfortably on her stiletto heels, she stood with her legs wide apart. Her skirt raised high on her ass, revealing her stocking-clad legs, ass-cheeks and her neatly trimmed pussy barely covered by her string. Looking back, she saw him staring, rubbing his groin.

"My God, I wish I had taken my camera with me," her older lover said. "I would like to have some sexy pictures of you."

Feeling suddenly self conscious and a little flustered by this boldness she wasn't accustomed to, Mona fumbled a bit and dropped the file. She bent to pick it up, exposing a good deal of her bust to him. Her bra was bright orange, of the same color and material as her string.




Second Chance



"My darling Mona, no need to be shy anymore," Steve said.

With that he stood up and moved over to the young woman, kissing her on the forehead. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed them down. The look on his face made no secrets of his intentions.

"Sweetie, what if someone came in the office?" Mona asked with an edge of panic in her voice. 

Steve nodded in approval, "I'll close the door."

When he came back, Mona stood at his desk, smiling with her hands on her hips. She had already removed her skirt and her blouse, thrown them carelessly on the floor. Steve stood a moment still, savoring the sight of Mona's sluttish appearance.

"We're both thinking the same thing," he said smiling.

"Yes, we're a good, complementary couple," she said in a husky voice.

In two steps Steve was with her. He caressed and kneaded her shoulders, then her upper-arms. At the same time he brought his right knee up between her legs, brushing against them slowly and gently. A shiver ran through Mona's body from just this simple contact. She closed her eyes and waited on what would follow.

"You'll seem to need it badly," Steve said softly.

With satisfaction he saw she had put her string above her garter belt. Who had told her to do so? Fine, he would fuck her with her stockings and garter belt still on. His smile broadened as he saw her nipples harden and poke through the thin material of her bra. Mona didn't answer. Instead she brought her fingers behind undoing the clasp of her bra and pealed it away from her body. Her breasts bounced free, nipples taut. He could hear her breathing escalating, when his fingers moved and started to tweak gently her nipples. She pulled him towards her, her lips searching for his mouth 

She stood in front of him as he sat down in his chair. He pulled himself towards her, planting kisses along my firm stomach. Several moans escaped her lips. While she stood before him in her heels, with her fishnet stocking, garter belt and orange string, she offered the view of a perfect slut. He touched her damp crotch, smelling the musky odor of her excitement.

"You're perfect," he said, with pure animalistic lust in his eyes. 

Suddenly he stood up, lifted her off the floor and sat her on the desk burying his face in her chest. He took one nipple into his mouth and suckled as a hungry baby.

"Oh shit this feels so damn good!" Mona exclaimed.

She snaked her legs around his calves, feeling the hardness of his erection through his pants against her quivering pussy. His hands crept between her thighs until he reached the thin, soaked fabric of her string. He felt the moisture oozing from her, as her excitement build. Gently he rubbed the length of her slit through her panties and she gasped from the sheer pleasure it brought. Then he went under the band of the crotch, and ran his finger over her pussy not stopping until he got to her clit, nudging it and making her moan. Gently he rubbed his fingers up and down, exerting enough pressure for a finger to caress the inner lips of her pussy, slowly pushing into her wetness. Her breathing became more ragged as his finger swirled around inside her. He kissed her lightly on the lips. He slipped his finger out of her twat, reaching for the waist of her panties, tearing them down over her hips as she eased to allow him. He pulled them down one leg leaving them dangling at her left knee. Then his hands flew back to her pussy, plunging two fingers in.

"Yes, yes," Mona cried out.

His fingers left again her pussy, only to creep up to her blood-gorged clit. Her moans increased, when he began massaging and caressing it with his slick fingers. Her fingers clawed at his back. He bit and sucked at her neck, leaving a large hickey, the mark of his possession of her.

"Yes... Yes... Don't stop please," Mona cried, humping against his hand.

"Yeah baby, you're going to beg for my cock," he hissed in her ear, continuing with his assault on her enflamed cunt. "I'll fuck you senseless in all your holes, until you can barely walk."

Mona's body tensed as she felt her orgasm approaching. A jet of clear liquid gushed out of her vagina as she climaxed, wetting his hand and his sleeve. Steve grinned and looked at her contorted face. He kept the pressure on his clit until her cries ebbed away and he saw the white of her eyes. Weakly she clutched at his shoulders. He held her until she was able to breath properly again. 

He undid his tie and opened his shirt buttons. Mona kissed his chest, before her hands dropped to his waist undoing his belt and lowering the zipper of his pants, tugging them down together with his briefs. His fully erect cock sprang free. Eagerly she took it in her hand, smiling coyly up at him.

"Let me at least take my shoes of," Steve said, "Then you may swallow the whole thing, of you can."

While he took the rest of his clothes off, Mona started to unfasten her garter belt.

Steve kicked her hands away, "Leave them on, you look so much sexier in that."

When he was totally naked, Mona kneeled willingly down, put one arm around one of his legs and took his stiff meat in practically one gulp in her mouth. Her other hand reached down, cupping his balls.

"Look me in the eye when you're giving head, Mona," Steve said, wiping her long, blond hair from her face.

She began to bob up and down on his cock, her blue eyes never left his gaze.

"Yes, that's perfect," Steve moaned, as she intensified her suction. "You love to suck cock, aren't you? Is he big enough for you?"

She grabbed his ass, pulling him closer to her. The more he talked dirty to her, the hotter she seemed to become. She took his huge dick in almost to the point it made her gag, deeper than even before. His organ was slimy now with her saliva.

"Take me deep down in your throat," he laughed, taking two fistful of her hair and holding her close to him.

Steve was so exited he didn't last long. While he slammed his cock a last time between her lips, he emptied his load at the back of her throat.

Steve sat down unto his chair and pulled Mona to him, lowered his head to her pussy and looked up at her mischievously. "This you deserve." 

He moved between the legs of his young lover and sucked her cunt into his mouth. His tongue found her clitoris and began to dance with it. Simultaneously he pushed two of his fingers into her hot, wet hole. His other hand crept up to her breasts and began pinching her nipples. Head in her neck, Mona jerked and let out a loud holler. She was right on the edge of another orgasm. Then, without warning, she felt a torrent of hot lust gushing out of her pussy. Moaning loudly, she convulsed against his desk. Steve just kept going, sucking at her clit and battering her vagina in fast motions, her juice dripping from his fingers.

"Steve darling, stop please," she moaned, in lust and in pain. "Stop please, I can't take it anymore."

She screamed as another orgasm hit her. She threw her head from side to side, unable to control herself, lost in the ecstasy of her lust. Steve looked up and grinned at her. 

"Her comes the mean dish," he announced.

Mona was totally spent, but didn't have the time to protest, when he pulled her off her feet and lay her on her belly on his desk. He brought his hard flesh at her entrance and began to push steadily. He kept her legs together as much as possible, enjoying her tight cunt. She howled in pain and surprise as his thick shaft spread her wide, but her juices soon paved the way. Soon she moaned in pleasure, as he with a few, hard strokes forced her to take every inch of his cock.

Then he began to pump into her, first soft and tender, but then harder and faster.

One hand reached for her breasts, mauling the one then the other. Making deep, guttural sounds, Mona began to push back.

"I need your beautiful cock," she screamed, as his thump invaded her rectum

Her body shook wildly, as he rode her panting and groaning. Steve had gripped her hips now, forcing them deeper on his cock each time he was to the hilt in her. She shrieked each time he hit her cervix. Her breath was coming in rapid gulps, announcing yet another orgasm. Steve quickened his pace, anxious to assure her first bout of office sex would be unforgettable. Her fist battered the desk and she cried out as the shockwaves hit her, launching her in an amazing climax as the muscles of her cunt contracted around his cock and her body shook violently. Steve kept slamming into her, exhausting her completely.

Then finally he let out a load grunt, he came a last time with great force into her, empting his seed deep within her belly. He fell forward to her back, kissing and biting her ear. Mona gave him a blissful smile.

"This felt so good, this is the best time of my life," she said.

"Seems like we found the wild side of each other," Steve said, kissing her neck were a large love bit was already forming.

He stood up, pulling her on her feet.

"Come on honey child," he urged Mona on. "Let's get dressed, before somebody knocks at the door."

They gathered their clothes and put them on. Mona wiped the cum oozing out of her pussy away with her string. The thing was now stained with both their juices.

"Don't bother by putting on knickers tomorrow," Steve grinned.

"Only if you take care of me every day as you did just now," she retorted.

"No problem. I'll show you heaven every day till your apprenticeship is over."

She gave him a blank stare. Damn, he had forgotten that this bimbo was in love with him. 

"Now, open the door," he said patting her ass he planned to fuck this afternoon, if he still had some power left in his body.

Obediently Mona went to the door.

Steve kept his promise. Till the end of Mona's apprenticeship, he fucked her every day in the office. Sometimes he took her home with him, while she cleaned his house and cooked his meals before joining him in bed for another stint of sexual frenzy. On some days Steve fucked her five times. Mona developed into a perfect submissive slut. She made a torn man out of Steve. Not that he was in love with her, for him the young woman was only a mere object of his lust. But he was torn between the urge to keep the relationship going, while pretending he loved and cared for her, and a feeling of boredom, for he had seldom slept thrice with the same woman. Mona was young and hot, she gave herself to him with no limits, but her apparent jealousy bothered him a lot. Besides of having someone invading his private life, he would be forced to stop seeing other women. That was a price Steve wasn't prepared to pay. There was however another problem. Steve had never been in a serious relationship. He had never cared about anybody, never learned to say goodbye in a proper and compassionate way. On the last day of her apprenticeship he would simply tell her to get lost. In the meantime he would continue to use her body for all she was worth.

Steve sighed with satisfaction as he wrote his name under the evaluation form. He winked at Mona, sitting at the opposite side of his desk, as she shoved the papers in her direction.

"Satisfied of me?" she smiled, when she signed them in turn.

"You did a tremendous job here. I'll have to learn again to do all the work here, and it won't be easy," Steve grinned.

Mona looked behind her at the clock.

"Mrs. Dudson will be here at ten o-clock," she announced. "I'm a little nervous. It might sound crazy, but I've always had the impression she doesn't like me."

"Don't worry about that." Steve smiled good humouredly. "She can't only give you a straight grade A after such an evaluation."

Suddenly he got an idea. He had still to announce the breakup. Why not telling her after shafting her for a last time?

"Come here," he ordered her.

Mona joined him. When his hands crept under her shirt, she made an half-hearted attempt to push him away.

"Steve please, what if she came in now?"

"We have fifty minutes. Get those clothes off."

In a couple of minutes she stood naked before him. 

Steve rubbed her nipples making them stiff and protruding. Then he caressed her belly down to her groin. A whimper escaped her lips when he pressed a finger inside her pussy. She was already wet. It was a shame he had to let her go, he thought as he licked his finger and probed her hot cunt again. But the last thing in the world he wanted was a fixed relationship.

"What do you want honey?" he asked, crooning in satisfaction, his middle finger seeking her most sensitive spots.

"Please, don't tease me," Mona whispered.

"I know, your pussy is weeping..." Steve unbuckled his trousers. "But first I want your other lips around this."

He had trained her well. She sank to her knees, keeping eye contact when she took his stiff member into her mouth and started sucking. He jerked his hips upwards to force his cock deeper into her throat, and though she nearly gagged, Mona simply complied. Meanwhile he continued to stroke her silky bush, her slit became wetter and wetter. 

"Lick my balls now," Steve ordered.

He groaned when he felt her soft tongue laving his scrotum, his dick slapping against her forehead. His middle finger alternated between fingering her pussy or stroking her jutting clit. When she took the bulbous head of his penis again between her lips, he started to fuck her with two fingers. She gasped as he moved faster and faster in her pussy until she involuntarily arched her back as her first pleasure burst through.

He pushed her into her back on his desk, putting her legs on his shoulders. As she lay there quite still, he loomed over her to suckle her breasts. Mona was still quite dazed over her orgasm. Her breathing was still erratic, as she with a happy smile looked down, only to see him kissing his way down to her navel. She moaned in pleasure as he lapped at her slit.

When he lifted his head and grabbed his penis, his mouth was gleaming from her love juices. He pulled her hips towards him and lifted her legs higher. Then he pressed them back until her thighs touched her flat stomach and made her hold the backs of her knees so that she lay there completely open to him. For a moment, he simply gazed at her tight pussy, her slit completely open for him, her clit red and swollen.

Steve growled in pleasure as his cock finally accessed her pussy. In one swift movement he drove his whole length in. He cupped her small breasts, pinching her nipples. He pounded her pussy with rapid thrusts, fucking her until she squirmed in pleasure. Suddenly he pulled out.

"Get on all fours honey," he told her, indicating his expensive Persian rug.

Steve mounted Mona as soon as she was on her knees, penetrating her quickly. She cried out, not believing the shock of pleasure that ripped through the pit of her belly as he stuffed her pussy full. Unconsciously she moved her hips in tune with his humping. He chuckled in satisfaction, clasped her tits then began to ram harder and faster. Goddamn, he would miss this whore. Mona began to moan uncontrollably as he battered her pussy harder and faster. She rocked her hips harder against him, wanting to feel him as deep as possible. He answered her by clasping her hips and pounding her pussy rougher than before. She gasped her pleasure while he growled his. And all the while her pink pussy wept with lust as he continued his relentless assault, pumping in and out until she shuddered without warning, her pussy tightening around his huge cock.

"Cup my balls," he grunted.

She reached for his balls, gently stroking him. A minute after her orgasm he flushed his cum against her cervix.

"Oh holy shit," Mona exclaimed, "Mrs. Dudson will be here in ten minutes."

"What the hell, I'll stuff her up too," Steve mumbled under his breath, pulling his pants up.

"Don't tell such things," Mona said, after she had dressed up in record time. "You know I can stand that kind of remarks about other women."

Steve sighed, he had to tell her right now. In fact he dreaded this moment. But he hoped the imminent arrival of the university assistant would prevent Mona of going into a hysterical fit.

"Listen..." he said.

"You know I'm a jealous girl," she said, buttoning her blouse.

"There's no need to be jealous," he said in a brusque manner. "It's time to say goodbye now. The thing between us has gone far enough."

She looked at him with a blank expression. In the short silence that fell all kinds of emotions showed on her face, from disbelief, to anger, rage, hurt and sadness.

"You can't do this to me," Mona shouted. "I can't believe what I'm hearing... I thought something beautiful was going on between us."

"Well, yes, it was. But now it's over."

"I love you Steve. You know that." she cried, tears streaming over her face.

"But I'm not. I just wanted some of that sweet pussy. Maybe I didn't made myself clear, but starting a relationship is the last thing I want. I was never in love with someone and I'll never be. I'm not a man for you Mona. I'm not someone to live with. You deserve a nice, young man, and I'm sure you'll find him." Steve said.

Mona took a bunch of papers from the desk and threw them in his direction.

"You fucking pig!" she shouted at him, "You're no better than a fucking rapist."

Suddenly she ran out of the office, slamming the door hard behind her.

He heard soft voices behind the door and more cries and sobs from Mona. Then there was a knock on his door.

"Enter." Steve shouted, trying to compose himself.

Mrs. Dudson was a young woman, barely out of university herself. She stared confused and surprised at him.

"Miss Doyle looks very upset," she said. "She would not tell me why, she just ran away... Has there been problems between you and her?"

"No, not at all..." Steve said, offering her a chair before sitting down himself. "Quite the opposite, she did a tremendous job here and made a very positive impression on all of us."

"But she ran out of here completely bewildered."

Steve nodded gravely, his lips pressed together in concern.

"It's all about the evaluation. An outstanding one, as you'll read it, " he explained. "But at the end I gave her a little remark and she went completely around the bend. Really for no reason at all, I can add."

"What kind of remark?"

"Well Miss Doyle will be excellent in this job. But as I told her I would like her a little bit more outgoing, more assertive and spontaneous in her contacts with clients and staff," he sighed, "That's all what happened. I've chosen my words very carefully, but..."

"Yes, that young lady can be short-tempered and sometimes extreme in her reactions." Mrs. Dudson interrupted him, "You know, back at the university she made some unfounded claims of harassment and even rape against some of our best students. All the two boys did was offering her a little help with a paper she was supposed to write. She seems to lash out at people who are friendly with her."

"Maybe she has emotional problems. Anyway, I never remarked something until some moments ago."

Mrs. Dudson produced a notepad and scribbled something on it.

"I'll going to have a firm talk with her and insist that she'll see an psychiatrist," she said.

"That's a good idea. It will be only in her best interest," Steve agreed.

"Now, if you excuse me. I want to proceed with the evaluation without Mona. I really have no time to waste."

Steve pushed the evaluation form in her direction.

When Steve Winter arrived at his home around six he heard the phone ringing.

It was Mona.

"Steve, I'm sorry, but I was carried away this morning. I spoke with Mrs. Dudson and did some thinking myself... Yes, you're probably right. Ours was just a short-lived office romance. I would never worked out between us."

"That's good to hear," Steve answered in a cautious voice.

"Listen I just realized I left some of my things at your home," she continued in a hurried voice, afraid that he would hang up.