0 comments/ 87687 views/ 16 favorites A Week In The Mountains Ch. 01 By: D.C. Roi Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Chapter one Kay Tobin slipped the soft white cotton nightgown over her head. A gentle shiver raced through her as the soft garment gently slid down, caressing her body and tickling her as it glided lightly over her skin. Kay had a good body, one that had changed very little in the years since she was a teenager. Although she was very attractive, she had always been insecure about her looks and couldn't understand why so many of her women friends, usually sounding envious, told her she still looked years younger than she was and said they wished they looked as good as she did. Kay was always embarrassed when people made comments on what good shape she was in and how pretty she was. She usually responded by blushing and claiming that her appearance was more the result of good genes than anything she was doing. In truth, she paid careful attention to her diet and exercised whenever she could. She should have been skinny. She stood about five-eight and weighed one hundred and fifteen pounds, just five pounds more than she weighed the day she graduated from high school. The thing was, despite how slim she was her body was quite shapely. Her breasts were small, but perfectly in proportion with the rest of her body. And they had remained firm. She did take care of herself, eat well, and never had children, so her lithe body was still in good condition. Once she had her nightgown on, Kay fluffed her shoulder-length curly brown hair out over her shoulders. That pretty much finished her chores in the bathroom, so she walked down the hallway of the summer home located on Mallard Lake where she and her husband were spending a week visiting friends. She sighed before she entered the bedroom she and her spouse were using. The lights were on in the bedroom and Kay's husband, Stu, was sitting up in bed. His half-eye reading glasses were perched on the tip of his nose and he was gazing intently at a paperback book he held in his hands. He was a portly, balding man, twelve years older than Kay, and he looked ten years older than that. When Kay walked into the bedroom Stu looked up from the book he was reading and smiled. His eyes traveled quickly up and down her body. "Hey, babe, ain't you lookin' good tonight?" he said. Almost immediately, his eyes and attention returned to the book. "Love that nightgown, baby. It's real sexy. You oughta wear stuff like that more," he commented, without looking at her. "Ah, thanks, honey," Kay murmured as she slid into bed next to the man she'd been married to for fifteen years. In fact, she'd worn the nightgown many times, but this was the first time he'd commented on it. She did find the fact that he had noticed it encouraging. She'd hoped they might be able to put a little romance back in their marriage during their week in the mountains but, judging from the intent way her husband was studying the book in his hands, romance wasn't on his agenda, at least not for tonight. She rolled on her side, putting her back toward Stu, and tried to go to sleep. She was pleasantly surprised when, just moments after she got in bed, her husband turned the lights off and his bulky body pressed against hers. "Hey, babe," Stu said softly. He began sliding his hand over her side and down onto her breast. "I was thinking tonight might be a good night for a little nooky, how about you? Being here in the mountains does something to me. They say the mountain air does that to guys." "Ah..." Kay murmured. Her husband's fingers began toying with her nipple and a small ripple of delight swept through her. What Stu was doing to her felt nice, but it wasn't quite what she'd been hoping for. She'd been hoping there might be a possibility of them trying something new in their love making, but this was exactly the same way he always initiated sex. Discouraged and a little disappointed, she laid there, mentally anticipating what he would say and do next. "Next he'll tell me I have a nice butt," she thought, "And he'll start pushing his erection against my bottom." The thought had no sooner entered her mind than Stu's middle began to rotate against her bottom and she felt his swelling penis pressing against her buttocks. "Hey, babe, you still got a real nice butt, I ever tell you that?" he murmured. Kay shook her head. It was good her back was to her husband so he couldn't see the look of disappointment on her face. "Now he'll pull my nightgown up," she thought. The thought had barely formed when her husband's hands began to tug her nightgown up. She sighed and lifted her body so he could slide the garment up and he eventually managed to get it bunched under her armpits, then his hand fell onto her bared breast and his semi-hard penis pressed against her now-bare bottom. "'I love the way your nipples feel when they're hard,' comes next," Kay thought. "I love the way your nipples feel when they get hard," her husband murmured while he twirled his wife's semi-hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "And this feels pretty damn good, too." He shoved his hips against Kay's bottom, nudging her with his erecting penis. "You want it as much as I do, don't you, babe?" "Of...of course I do," Kay replied. Despite the fact that her husband's actions were so predictable, she was feeling something, even if it was only a kind of low-level arousal. She was fortunate in that respect. It took very little for her to get turned on and she almost always had an orgasm, even with Stu's perfunctory lovemaking. "Well, I guess it's about time for him to suggest that I suck on his penis," she thought after her husband rubbed his semi-erect organ against her bottom for a while. "How about doing something special for me tonight?" Stu asked. "You know what I mean, don't you, babe?" Kay knew the code only too well. "All right," she replied, trying hard to keep the sense of resignation she felt out of her tone of voice. This, too, was something she expected. When Stu said he wanted her do "do something special" for him, it meant he wanted a blow job. A few years earlier, when he began to occasionally experience problems getting an erection, they experimented with oral sex as a means of helping him. At the time it helped solve the problem, but in the years since, her performing oral sex on Stu had become a regular part of their lovemaking. The problem was, he seldom reciprocated by performing oral sex on her. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time he'd done that to her. "Come on, babe," Stu said, rolling onto his back. "I can't wait to feel those fantastic lips of yours!" Kay got to her knees, leaned over her husband, and took his penis in her hand. He had begun to get hard, but wasn't nearly hard enough to do what she needed him to do. She began to stroke the partially hard organ and heard her husband groan softly. "Yeah, babe, that's it!" Stu murmured. "You do know what I like, don't you?" Kay bent down and took the tip of her husband's semi-hard penis in her mouth. When she did, her soft brown hair tumbled over his middle. She knew he liked that and almost instantly his penis twitched and grew harder. She felt his hand glide up the back of her leg, onto her bottom, then his fingers began to probe for her vagina. Unfortunately, his caresses didn't feel very good because she wasn't wet. She seldom got wet any more when they made love. "Yeah! Oh, yeah!" Stu groaned. "Do it, babe! That's what I want! Do it!" Kay felt the rush of delight she always got when she made love to her husband. She cared for him and did like to turn him on. Knowing she was making him feel good pleased and aroused her. As his penis stiffened, her excitement grew, too. "Hey, babe," Stu groaned. His hips were rocking, he was gasping with delight, and his cock had grown as hard as it was going to get. "I'm about ready if you are. I know you like doing that, but I want into you! How about riding me tonight?" Kay sighed again. Having her go on top, was yet another habit they'd fallen into. It wasn't that she didn't like going on top, but it would be a nice change if he went on top occasionally. She straddled her husband's bulky body and, holding his erection-which was slick and wet from her sucking it-in her hand, sank down onto him. A shudder rippled through her when his erection slid into her. It might not be the passionate, tender love-making they'd engaged in when they were dating and first married, but it was better than no sex at all, and there had been a period of that, too, not so long ago. Once she had her husband's erection hilted in her, Kay began to rock her hips. She could feel warmth and excitement building in her as she did. It did feel good to have his swollen rod moving in her! She looked down at Stu. He laid there, red-faced, with his eyes closed, grunting with delight as she rotated her hips and bounced up and down on him, using the movements she knew he liked and that would get him off. "Yeah! Oh, yeah!" her husband groaned. "Oh, God, babe, you do that so damn good! I'm getting there, I'm really getting there!" The movements of his hips became more pronounced. Kay was stunned when she realized her husband was about to come. He seldom lasted long, but he usually lasted a little longer than this. Trying to ensure that she came, too, she intensified her own movements. She was close, but not as close as he seemed to be. Maybe, if she tried hard, she would be able to... "Gahhhhh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Damn! Damn!" Stu groaned his back arching. "Here it comes! Take it, babe! Take it!" "Oh, no!" Kay thought when she felt her husband's hot juices jetting into her. She didn't quite make it. She wasn't coming. But, not wanting to disappoint him, she whispered, "Yes!!! Oh, darling, yes!!!!" and rocked her hips wildly. When she was sure her husband had finished coming, she climbed off him and stretched out on the bed next to him. "Damn, you sure do that good, babe," Stu said. He planted a gentle kiss on her cheek, and then he rolled on his side, putting his back to her. Seconds later, she could hear him snoring. Kay laid next to her snoring spouse for quite a while, unable to fall asleep. She was still turned on and memories of their first day of vacation played through her mind like a movie. Earlier that evening, she and Stu went out to dinner with their friends, Gloria and Mel Bobar. Sue and Mike Ervin, another couple visiting the Bobars that week also went along. The three men had been friends since childhood and, after they married, their wives became close, too. For their evening out, Kay had worn a pair of snug-fitting jeans and a white top that left a thin strip of her midriff bare. She liked the outfit, but had second thoughts after she saw herself in it. It was an outfit more suited to the slim body of a teenager than a woman her age, but it did fit and fit well. "Maybe I ought to be dressing more like other women my age," she mused while she studied herself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. She dismissed the thought. Stu liked it when she wore outfits that emphasized how good her slim figure was, so that's how she dressed. When she walked out into the living room to join their friends earlier that evening, both Mel and Mike gave her appreciative looks when they saw the outfit. So did the Bobars' twenty-year-old son Franklin, who everybody called Frankie. Ever since she and Stu arrived at the cabin, Kay had noticed that the young man was gazing at her with unabashed adoration in his eyes. Gloria and Sue both commented on how nice the outfit looked, too, and ruefully admitted they wished they had the figures to wear the kind of outfits Kay did. The owner of the restaurant had flirted with her openly and it bugged Kay that Stu didn't seem to be bothered by the man's overt attention. When she got up to go to the bathroom with Sue and Gloria, she noticed that the men at the table next to theirs were staring at her, too. "Why doesn't Stu appreciate me as much as strangers seem to? Why can't be more romantic? He's never been gushy, but he was a lot more attentive when we first got married," Kay wondered as she lay next to her snoring husband, trying to get to sleep. "Why can't he make love to me the way he used to? I bet any one of those other men, even Mel and Mike, would be only too happy to do that." She continued to toss and turn as the thoughts continued. "Why even Frankie looked as if he was undressing me with his eyes!" That thought startled her. "Kay, get a grip on yourself!" she thought. "Things are getting pretty bad when you start to have erotic fantasies about your best friend's son!" Finally, she nodded off to sleep. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 02 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Chapter two Kay woke up early the next morning and as she worked the sleep out of her mind, she discovered, much to her dismay, that she was feeling a bit edgy. Although she'd have never done so if she'd been fully awake, she grudgingly attributed her condition to being sexually unsatisfied. Her husband Stu-the cause of her condition-was still sound asleep, was snoring away next to her. She carefully slid out of the bed, slipped on a fluffy pink terrycloth robe, and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. When she emerged from the bathroom she headed for the kitchen, intending to make coffee. She walked into the kitchen and found Frankie, wearing a white T-shirt and cutoff jeans, sitting at the table, drinking a glass of orange juice. The minute she saw the young man, she recalled the prurient thoughts she'd had about him the previous night, felt her face growing warm, and knew she was blushing. "Ah...good...good morning, Frankie," she said. "Good morning, Aunt Kay," the young man replied. His face, too grew red. Kay looked at her friend's son and realized she hadn't really grasped the fact that he'd grown up before this, but he certainly had. Frankie was a few inches taller than she was and looked a little stocky. He looked solid, though, not flabby. He had short brown hair and wore glasses. He was, she thought, quite handsome and he had a very inviting smile. She knew from how his mother bragged about him her that he was a bright boy, who did very well, in his academic subjects in school. And he was one of the most polite kids she'd ever encountered. She'd known him since he was a baby and they'd always been very close. In fact, even though they weren't related, the young man called her "Aunt Kay." In the last few years, however, she noticed that he seemed to be acting shy and nervous around her. The odd thing was that Frankie never had bonded with her husband the way he had with her. Sometimes she thought it bugged Stu that she and Frankie were so close. As she looked at Frankie, Kay thought about how much the young man had changed in the time she'd known him. He was no longer the roly-poly little boy who used to climb up in her lap and ask her to read to him. He had, she realized, matured into a handsome young man. "What are you doing up so early, Frankie?" she asked. "Ah...I...I...usually get up early and go for a swim when we're up here in the summer," he replied. "It's kind of neat to get in the water this early. It really wakes you up, you know?" "That sounds like fun," Kay replied. Impulsively, she heard herself adding, "Would you mind if I joined you this morning?" Frankie looked surprised by her request. "Ah...no...I...I guess not," he replied. His face grew even redder. "Well...I guess I...I...I better go put on my suit if I'm going swimming with you," Kay said. She had no idea why she was doing this, but she'd committed herself. She went back to her bedroom to get her swimsuit. Stu was still snoring away, oblivious to the world. She'd be surprised if he woke up much before ten. She carefully sorted through the swimsuits in her suitcase, trying to decide which one to wear. She finally took one out of her suitcase, held it up, and paused. It was a black bikini, with gold highlights on the bra and a very tiny black bottom. The suit was very daring; far more so than any suit she'd ever owned before. She left the other, more conservative, suits she had brought with her in the suitcase and slipped the black bikini-what there was of it-on. Then she put on one of her husband's shirts to cover her-and the suit. "I wonder if Frankie will like my suit?" she wondered as she walked back to the kitchen. Her insides were churning. This was kind of exciting! Frankie, holding two towels, was waiting for her in the kitchen. When Kay walked in, he smiled and opened the door. "I got some towels for us. You ready to go?" he asked. "As ready as I'm going to get, I guess," Kay replied. They walked down to the dock that jutted out into the lake in front of the Bobar cabin. Frankie stopped when they reached the dock. "I usually take the canoe out to the float and swim there," he said, nodding toward a small raft floating some distance from shore. "You can swim off the dock, but the water's deeper out there, it makes swimming better." "The float sounds good to me," Kay said. "So does the canoe ride." Frankie slid the canoe into the water, then got in the tipsy craft and held it steady while Kay climbed into the tipsy craft cautiously and got herself settled. "This is so nice, Frankie," Kay commented while the young man paddled the canoe toward the raft. The lake was smooth as glass, and a light mist floated just above the surface of the water. "I can't believe how smooth the lake is. It's like a mirror." "Yeah, it's like this a lot of mornings, if there isn't any wind," Frankie agreed, "I like being out here this time of day. It's almost as nice as being out in the canoe at night." Frankie couldn't believe he was getting to go swimming with Aunt Kay, who he'd always adored, and who he'd had a serious crush on since he reached puberty. He thought she was about his mother's age, but she looked a whole lot better than his mother did. In fact, he thought she was just about the prettiest woman he'd ever known, lots prettier than the few girls he'd dated. He couldn't believe how neat she looked in the outfit she had on when they all went out to dinner the night before. He had fallen asleep wondering what it would feel like to touch the soft skin of Aunt Kay's belly that outfit left exposed. "Maybe you can take me for a canoe ride some night, Frankie," Kay said. "That sounds like it might really be fun." "Ah...yeah...it...it is," Frankie replied. His heart was pounding. He couldn't believe Aunt Kay said she wanted to go for a canoe ride with him at night. That would be unreal! He wished there were some way he could do more with her, but he knew that was an impossible dream. She was happily married and a good friend of his mother's, so he knew there was no way he would ever have a chance to do anything more than gaze fondly at her and dream about what it would be like to make love with her. When they reached the raft, Frankie tied the canoe to the ladder on one end of the raft, and then he held the tipsy craft against the floating platform so Kay could climb out. When she was out of the canoe, he got onto the raft, too. He laid down the towels, pulled off his T-shirt, then walked to the edge of the raft. Before he dove into the water, he looked at his companion. "Are you coming in, too, Aunt Kay?" he asked. Kay hugged herself. "The water looks cold," she replied. Frankie smiled and nodded. "It is a little cold at first," he replied, "But once you get in, it really feels nice." Kay watched the young man bend his knees, then his body arched into the water with a splash. "His body isn't bad," she thought. He was nearly hairless, unlike her husband who, over the years, had begun to develop a thick covering of graying hair. She shuddered and hugged herself while she wondered what it would feel like to run her fingers over Frankie's skin. And what it would be like to have his fingers running over hers. "Kay Tobin! Get hold of yourself!" she thought, a bit shaken by the direction her thoughts had taken. "You have got to stop thinking things like that. There's no point in getting yourself all stirred up thinking about something you can't possibly do." Frankie's head emerged from the water; he swam around the raft, and stopped. Treading water, he looked up at the woman who was still sitting on the raft. "Aren't you coming in, Aunt Kay?" he asked, "It really feels great once you get used to it." Kay hugged herself as she peered at the water. "It looks cold, Frankie," she replied. "I...I don't know if I want to come in." What she told him was only partially true. The water did look cold, but she was hesitating because she was herself feeling a little nervous about the swimsuit she'd chosen. Frankie swam to the ladder on the side of the raft and pulled himself up out of the water. "It's great, Aunt Kay," he said, "It really isn't that cold. Come on, I thought you said you were going to come swimming with me." "I...I don't know, Frankie," Kay replied, "I..." The water really did look cold. "Come on," Frankie said, "Don't be chicken." "All...all right," Kay said. She slipped her husband's shirt off and felt a rush of delight at the look she saw appear in the young man's eyes when he saw her swimsuit. Her insides churned as she felt his eyes caressing her and she suddenly felt very uncomfortable. "Come on, Aunt Kay," Frankie said. He knew he was staring at her, but he couldn't stop himself. He couldn't believe how skimpy her swimsuit was, or how fantastic the body it barely contained looked. Aunt Kay might be slim, but her body looked great. Finally, he managed to tear his eyes away from her and walked to the edge of the raft. "Last one in's a rotten egg," he said. Kay, who was very aware of how avidly the young man had been looking at her, walked over, stood beside him, and looked down at the water. "I think I'd rather be a rotten egg than cold," she said, "You go in, Frankie." She reached out, gave him a playful shove, and was surprised when he fell into the water. She didn't think she'd pushed him that hard. Frankie hit the water with a splash and, since Aunt Kay seemed to be feeling playful, he decided to have some fun with her. He emerged from the water under the raft, where she couldn't see him. If she wanted to fool around, he was willing to accommodate her. He had an idea of how he could get even with her for pushing him in. Kay stood on the raft, looking around, trying to see where the young man had gone. She wasn't sure what had happened to Frankie. She expected him to surface, but he didn't. When he hadn't appeared after a few more seconds, she began to get scared. Had she done something to hurt him when she pushed him in? Had he hit his head when he fell? She knelt down on the raft and peered into the water, trying to see where her friend's son was. There were fairly wide spaces between the boards that formed the raft's deck, so Frankie, from his spot of concealment under the floating platform, could see Aunt Kay kneel down, then lean out over the water. "Frankie!" Kay called. "Frankie, where are you?" She started to get frightened. Maybe she ought to call for help. If he drowned because of something she'd done, she'd never forgive herself. Frankie, who had been hanging on to the joists under the raft, ducked under the edge and, when he emerged from the water he grabbed Aunt Kay's arm and pulled on it gently. "Here I am, Aunt Kay," he exclaimed. The young man's sudden appearance startled Kay. She was leaning out over the edge of the raft and was already a bit off-balance. When he tugged on her arm, she couldn't do a thing to keep herself from tumbling headfirst into the water. The lake water was very cool and the shock of hitting the chilly water, on top of Frankie's sudden appearance, left her bewildered. She thrashed around in the water, gasping for breath, unable to get her bearings. When Frankie saw Aunt Kay floundering, he immediately realized she was in trouble and pushed himself out from under the raft. He put one arm around her waist, grabbed the ladder on the raft with his other hand, and pulled her against him. His arm was across her middle, just under her chest, and he could feel her breasts, encased in the swimsuit's scanty bra, pressing against the bare skin of his arm. That, plus the contact of her warm skin against his in other places caused things to start happening inside him, things he hadn't anticipated. Kay finally managed to wrap her arms around the young man's neck and clung to him, wheezing, trying to get her breath back. While she labored for breath, Frankie could feel her breasts pressing against his chest. This was something he never dreamed would happen. He couldn't believe he was holding the gorgeous woman he'd had so many fantasies about in his arms. "I...I'm sorry, Aunt Kay," he apologized, "I...I just..." "It...It's all...all...right, Frankie," Kay gasped, "I...you just...you took me...by...by surprise. That's all. I...I'm fine, I...I really am." Actually, she discovered, having his arms around her felt nice, much nicer than it ought to feel. "Are you sure you're OK?" the boy asked, sounding concerned. He had one foot on the bottom rung of the ladder and Aunt Kay was still hanging onto him. He pulled his hips back so she wouldn't feel the swelling mass in his cutoffs. "How the hell am I ever going to get out of the water?" he wondered. "If Aunt Kay sees that I've got a hard-on, she's liable to freak, then what?" Kay finally felt calm enough to get out of the water. Reluctantly, she slipped out of the young man's arms and climbed up the ladder onto the raft. "When...when Frankie was holding me..." she thought as she stretched out on the deck of the raft. "...I could swear I felt..." She shuddered. "...I must be imagining things," she told herself, "There's no way he could have any interest in an old woman like me." Frankie, meanwhile, was swimming laps around the raft, pushing himself as hard as he could, trying to get himself calmed down enough so he'd be able to get out of the water. Finally, when his penis was somewhat softer than it had been he dragged himself up on the raft and lay down next to Kay. On his belly. He was glad his swimming suit was baggy. If he had been wearing a Speedo suit, he'd have been in trouble for sure. "Are you sure you're not mad at me for doing what I did, Aunt Kay?" he asked, "I...I really am sorry. I...I mean I...I was just, you know, fooling around. I...I didn't mean to scare you like that." Kay reached out and patted the young man's bare back. "Frankie, don't be silly," she said. She realized she had left her hand lying on him and pulled it away. "I pushed you in, didn't I? Turnabout is fair play, isn't it?" Touching him felt delightful! Far more delightful than it should have! "And you were right about this early morning swim, too," she continued, "Do you do this every morning?" "Ah, yeah, usually, unless it's raining or something," Frankie replied. He was having problems again. The minute Aunt Kay started patting his back, his penis started getting hard again. Lying on his belly was getting very uncomfortable. "Well, then, if you don't mind, I'd like to go swimming with you again tomorrow," Kay said. She grinned. "But you have to promise you won't throw me in." Frankie's face turned bright red. "Ah, I won't, Aunt Kay," he replied. "Honest I won't." "I'm gonna have to figure out some way to tie my cock down, though!" he thought ruefully. "Frankie! Kay!" Frankie's mother called from shore. "Breakfast is ready. Are you guys going to eat?" "Yeah, Mom, we'll be right in," Frankie called back. He sat up, carefully holding his towel in front of him. Kneeling on the raft with his back to his companion, he pulled the canoe around and held it steady so Aunt Kay could get in. Kay slipped her husband's shirt over her swimsuit and got into the canoe. "I had fun this morning, Frankie," she told the boy. "Ah, I did, too, Aunt Kay," he replied. He seated himself in the canoe behind her, untied it, pushed the canoe away from the dock, and began paddling toward shore. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 03 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains When Frankie and Kay got back to the house, they joined his parents, the Ervins, and Kay's husband breakfast in the cabin's dining room. "Me and the guys are going to be playing golf at the James Mountain Country Club today," Stu Tobin announced during breakfast. "If we get there early enough, maybe we can get in thirty-six holes, right, guys?" "Right," Mel Bobar responded, "By the way, we still on for a buck a stroke? And five bucks for every hole we win?" "In your dreams," Mike replied, "Not that we'd have to worry, the way you play, Mel." "You shouldn't make bets you can't afford to pay off, buddy," Stu chuckled. "Aw come on, guys, I'm not that bad," Mel grumped. "Sue and I were talking," Gloria Bobar said. "We're thinking about going over to the outlet Mall over in Millersburg. You going to come with us, Kay?" Kay shrugged. "I...I don' t know," she replied. "You know, it's funny. I felt fine when I got up this morning, but now I feel a little out of sorts." "See, Frankie," Mel told his son, "I keep telling you that early morning swimming stuff isn't good for you." "No, it wasn't that," Kay said quickly, "I...I, lately I've been wondering if I'm not becoming allergic to milk or something. Every time I have milk, it seems, my stomach gets upset. Maybe I'm developing some kind of lactose intolerance." She wasn't sure why she was saying these things. She felt fine but for some reason she didn't want to spend the day wandering from store to store with Sue and Gloria. That wasn't like her. Usually, she loved shopping. The reality - although she hated to admit it - was that she wanted to spend the day with Frankie. "What are you planning to do today, Frankie?" the young man's mother asked. The young man shrugged. "I don't know," he said, "I'll probably just, you know, hang around." Having heard Aunt Kay say she was staying home, he wasn't about to leave the house. "I think I saw a car down at Morrison's," Gloria said, "Maybe they're up. If they are, you and Vicky could do something together." "Yeah, maybe I'll go down later and see if she's here," Frankie replied without a lot of enthusiasm. Vicky Morrison was a girl his age whose parents also owned a summer home on the lake. Once they'd been close friends, but as Vicky grew older she grew much more attractive and, the prettier she got, the snootier she acted. Frankie got the impression the young woman didn't think he was good-looking enough to hang out with. Besides, for the past several summers, Vicky had been hanging out with Ronny Amos, another boy whose parents had a cabin at the lake and, for a lot of reasons, Ronny and Frankie had never been friends. After breakfast, the men gathered their golf bags and left. Gloria and Sue got their things together, too. Kay, still wearing her swimsuit and husband's shirt, was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping her coffee, when her two friends came into the kitchen. "Look, Kay," Gloria said, "I feel awful going shopping when you don't feel well. Sue and I can stay home, you know." Kay shook her head. "No, Gloria, please don't stay home on my account," she said, "I'll be fine, really. I'll probably just lay down and rest. You go ahead and shop until you drop." She tried to convince herself she was saying that because she didn't want to spoil the day for her friends, but... "You sure?" Sue asked. Kay nodded. "I'm positive," she told her friend, "You two go and have fun." She grinned. "Tell you what, if you see something you think I would have liked, you have my permission to come back tonight and lord it over me it in that I missed the chance to buy it." Gloria and Sue both laughed. "You got a deal," Gloria said, "Frankie will be around. If you need anything, I'm sure he'd be glad to help you." "Ah...OK," Kay said. She didn't need to be reminded of the fact that she and the young man would be alone in the house. It was something she was keenly aware of, and had been thinking about ever since she turned down the invitation to accompany her friends on the shopping trip. After the adults left, Frankie walked into the kitchen, wearing a concerned look on his face. "You feeling any better, Aunt Kay?" he asked. "I'm fine, Frankie," Kay told the young man. "Look, you don't have to hang around here all day on my account. If you want to go and see your friend, go ahead. I think I'm going to take a shower, then lay down for a while." "Yeah, OK," the young man said, "maybe I will." He had no intention of leaving the house. He wanted to hang around with Aunt Kay. He knew nothing would happen, but at least he'd be close to her. Kay found herself feeling uncomfortable sitting in the dining room, chatting with Frankie. The lustful thoughts she'd been having about him and memories of the things she'd felt when she was in his arms in the water continued to intrude on her consciousness and were causing considerable turmoil in her body and mind. She should have gone with Sue and Gloria, which would have been a lot safer. "Ah...I...I guess I'll go take my shower now," she said. She stood up, walked down the hall to her bedroom and stripped off her shirt and swimsuit. She got her white terrycloth robe out of closet in the bedroom, slipped into it, and walked down the hall to the bathroom. Once she was there, she turned on the shower and took off her robe. When the water was warm enough, Kay stepped into the shower stall, which was quite large, had two clear glass sides, and was located in a corner of the bathroom. She soaped a washcloth and, when she began to sweep the soapy washcloth over her body, she felt a warm, tingling sensation between her legs. "I don't believe I'm feeling like this. Feeling...so, ah...horny!" she mused as the spray caressed her and caused an unfamiliar, but delightful, reaction, "I can't believe I'm getting turned on from taking a bath!" She shuddered as another powerful wave of bliss swept through her. Frankie went to his bedroom when Aunt Kay went to hers, and was lying on the bed with his ears carefully attuned to the sounds in the house. His bedroom was across the hall from the one Aunt Kay and her husband were using, so he heard her when she emerged from her room and walked down the hall. Then he heard the bathroom door close. Memories of what Aunt Kay looked like in the black bikini and how her body had felt against his continued to arouse him. After he heard the bathroom door close he got up, slipped out of his room and, sporting half an erection, he tiptoed down the hall, and took a position outside the bathroom door. He knew he was taking a big risk trying to spy on Aunt Kay while she took her bath, but he couldn't help himself. He reached out a quivering hand and, slowly and carefully, turned the knob on the bathroom door. He hoped she hadn't locked it. His heart began pounding faster when he felt the doorknob turning. She had left it unlocked! He pushed the door open just a tiny bit. The clear glass shower enclosure was visible from where he was standing and he could see Aunt Kay standing under the spray, washing herself. At that moment she was moving a sudsy washcloth over her breasts which, although they were small, looked as perfect to the young man as any he'd ever seen. And her nipples were incredible. They were quite a bit darker than the breast, had hardened, and were jutting out through the white suds covering Aunt Kay's skin. Frankie stared at the woman in the shower and felt his chest tightening. He had a hard time believing he was actually living out his long-held fantasy of seeing Aunt Kay naked. "God!" the young man thought while his heart slammed against his ribs and his penis began to harden as he gazed for the first time on the nude body he'd yearned to see for so long. "She's really gorgeous! She...she has a fantastic body!" Kay finally stopped washing her breasts, even though it felt wonderful, and began to slide the washcloth over the rest of her body. That felt surprisingly good, too. So good she was soon purring with delight and trembling with anticipation. Frankie watched, wide-eyed, while Aunt Kay bent and washed her shapely legs. He couldn't believe his good fortune! He really was seeing her naked! This was turning into the neatest summer ever! He was sure glad his mother had invited the Tobins up to the lake for a visit. Kay finished washing her legs, straightened up, and rubbed the washcloth over her breasts again, teasing her nipples until they jutted out little fingers. She murmured softly and a tremor of delight rippled through her when she again rubbed the lather-covered cloth over them. "This is so naughty!" she thought as arousal continued to grow inside her. "I...I really shouldn't be doing this." But, despite her misgivings, she continued to caress herself. Frankie, who was now sporting a throbbing hard-on, swallowed hard and shifted position to ease the pressure his tight jeans were putting on his swollen shaft. When Aunt Kay began washing between her legs, he gasped. She was facing the door and her position allowed him to see every part of her, especially her pussy! Except for pictures in magazines, he'd never seen a woman's pussy before! Kay, oblivious to the fact that she was being observed by the ardent young man, slid the washcloth up over belly, then back between her legs. Then she began moving it in a circular motion over her middle. What she was doing to herself felt so wonderful she decided not to stop, even though part of her felt a little guilty about doing it. She continued toying with herself and found that the washcloth wasn't enough. She dropped it and her fingers moved up and down between her soap-slick labia. When she slid a finger into herself a powerful feeling of bliss rocked her and a soft moan escaped from her. Frankie had his hand inside his shorts and was clutching his erection, which had swollen to unbelievable proportions, or at least felt that way. He could see that one of Aunt Kay's hands was twirling on her middle while the other plunged in and out. "Oh, God! She...she's playing with herself!" the feverish young man thought as he watched the body of the woman in the shower writhe and buck. "I...I didn't know grown-up married women did stuff like that!" Kay, her eyes closed, sagged against the wall of the shower while her hands continued working in her middle and the motions of her body grew more and more fervent. She was going to make herself come! She had to make herself come! Frankie, his face red, his chest heaving, gulped and began stroking his blood-engorged penis. His shorts were too tight, so he opened them and pulled out his swollen organ. This was too much! He never dreamed he'd get to see anything like this! Wide-eyed, the young man continued to stare though the slightly open door while Aunt Kay rubbed her hands over her middle. He managed to catch an occasional glimpse of the puffy pink lips of her excitement-wet pussy though the mass of suds blanketing that her middle. The more Aunt Kay played with herself, the more insistent the movements of her body became. She was moaning almost constantly and he could see her legs trembling. Kay continued to masturbate, unaware that she was being observed. Her eyes were closed and her head turned from side to side as sweet sensations swept over and through her. Then she felt it. What she'd been striving for was there. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah!" she groaned softly and her body started trembling and twitching as if she was possessed while wave after wave of delight swept over her. Frankie's hand was a blur on his erection as he watched their attractive guest experience ecstasy. When he realized he was very close to coming he used his free hand to yank his T-shirt off and then he quickly wrapped it around his throbbing wand. He got the shirt in place just in time. His insides uncoiled and his seed gushed from him, shooting into the shirt wrapped around his pulsating organ. He bit his lip hard keep from crying out and leaned against the wall to steady himself as intense waves of pleasure swept through him. He'd never, ever come that wonderfully before! Once her orgasm ended, Kay rinsed herself off, and then she shut off the shower, stepped out, took a towel off the rack, and began drying herself. She was feeling guilty and ashamed about masturbating. "I don't believe I did that!" she mused as she rubbed the soft terrycloth over herself. "What on earth has come over me?" While Kay dried herself off, Frankie mustered the strength to stand, pushed his limp penis back in his pants, and zipped himself up. Then he stumbled back to his bedroom. He was so shaken by what he had seen that he forgot to close the bathroom door. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 04 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Kay dried her hair after she was finished with her shower. Surprisingly, she found that even though she'd just given herself an orgasm, she still felt a little unsettled. Even worse, she couldn't keep from thinking about her friend's son and the rush of sexual excitement she felt when she touched the young man while they were swimming earlier that morning. "Frankie has really grown up..." she mused, "...and his skin is so soft and warm! I wonder if he's still a virgin." The thought of being the woman who took Frankie's virginity sent tingles of delight rippling through her. Embarrassed, she scolded herself. "What on earth is wrong with me?" she thought, while feelings of shame washed over her. "I'm thirty-three years old, but I'm acting like I'm a horny teen-ager. First I masturbate in the shower, and even after that, I can't keep from having these terrible thoughts about Frankie! Don't I have any self-control? I'm a married woman; I have no right to be thinking things like this! It...It would be sick of me to try to seduce my best friend's son!" When she'd finished in the bathroom, she slipped into her bathrobe and turned to the bathroom door. She saw the door was slightly ajar and was puzzled. "I could swear I closed that door when I came in here," she thought. "How did it get open?" A disturbing possibility occurred to her almost immediately. Frankie was still home. Had he been watching her while she was in the shower? The idea at first caused her to experience a rush of anger, but that anger was quickly swept aside by an even stronger wave of delight. "Is...is it possible? Was...was Frankie watching me while I took my shower?" she wondered. A shudder of joy race through her. "If...if he was, he...he saw what I was doing to myself..." Even as her thoughts caused her to experience an additional wave of shame, her body grew even warmer. With her emotions churning, she left the bathroom and started walking back to her room. When she reached the door, she stopped and looked across the hall. The door to Frankie's bedroom was closed. Was he in there? She stared at the door for a long time and felt herself begin to tremble. Had the young man been spying on her while she took her shower? Was he in his room now? "Maybe he's in there jerking off," she found herself thinking. She hugged herself as a ripple of joy, triggered by the naughty thought-and the mental image it evoked-raced through her mind. Before she realized what she was doing, she was walking across the hall to the door of Frankie's bedroom. Her heart was pounding and her shaky legs weren't working very well, but finally she was standing in front of the young man's door. She took a deep breath, then she knocked on the door softly. "What?" Frankie called from inside his room. Kay's heart started to pound even harder. He was in his room! "Frankie, it's Aunt Kay, can I come in? There...there's something I...I need to...to ask you," she said her voice quavering. Frankie was sitting on his bed, wondering what Aunt Kay was up to. He was waiting to hear her come out of the bathroom and go into her bedroom to get dressed. He figured while she did that, he'd slip out to the living room and act as if he'd been there all the time. That way, she'd never suspect he'd been watching her while she was taking her shower. He hadn't heard anything for a long time and was confused. Why was she taking so long in the bathroom? When she knocked on his door, he was so startled; he almost jumped off his bed. And when she asked if she could come in, he got scared. What did she want? Could it be she knew he was watching her when she was taking her shower? Kay entered the young man's room and found him sitting on his bed. His face was red and he looked very frightened. She walked across the room and, because she was afraid her trembling legs wouldn't hold her, she sat down on the bed near him. "Frankie, I...I have to ask you something," she said softly. Frankie was getting more and more frightened. Had Aunt Kay seen him watching her when she was taking her shower? If so, she was probably upset with him. Would she tell his parents and her husband? He had a feeling he might be in big trouble. It upset him even more that he might have done something to spoil the relationship he had with her. "Wh...what?" he murmured. Kay took a deep breath. "Ah...Frankie," she said. When she spoke, she realized her throat felt tight and her voice was husky. "Were...were you...were you watching...ah, me just now, when...when I...I was taking my...shower?" The young man's face grew redder. He stared at his hands for a long time, and then he nodded very slowly. He knew what he'd done was wrong, but he cared about Aunt Kay a lot and he wasn't about to compound his error by lying to her about it. He nodded slowly and murmured, "I...I'm sorry, Aunt Kay," very softly. "I...I know I...I shouldn't have done it, but..." Kay's heart was racing. She took a deep breath. "Frankie, what ever made you do something like that?" she asked. Frankie was so upset he didn't know what to say. "I...I dunno," he mumbled. Without thinking, Kay gently laid her hand on the young man's leg. He stiffened when she did, but she didn't notice his reaction. Her mind was so overwhelmed with bewildering feelings she couldn't think clearly. "You know that what...what you...did was...was wrong, Frankie," she stammered, "Don't you?" "You don't really believe that!" The lascivious thought that suddenly flashed through her mind confounded her even more. She felt warm skin and suddenly became aware that her hand was lying on Frankie's leg. She glanced down and realized what was happening in his cutoffs. "My God, I...I think he...he's got a-a hard-on!" she realized with a combination of fear and excitement. "Oh, God, does he ever! I...I better get out of here now, before...before..." The orgasm she'd given herself in the shower, though nice, hadn't done enough to take the edge off Kay's need. She felt herself growing aroused again and was terribly upset by her body's strong reaction to touching the young man's bare leg. It didn't help that she knew they were alone in the house, and that none of the other people would return for hours. "What is wrong with me? Don't I have any control of my own body any more?" she wondered. Frankie, staring straight ahead, nodded. "Yeah, I...I know what I did was wrong. I, ah, I didn't mean to upset you, Aunt Kay, I really didn't," he murmured. He sat up straighter and tugged a pillow over his lap, trying to conceal the rigid pole in his shorts from her. "I...I'm sorry, Aunt Kay. I really am!" He'd never been more terrified in his life. Why had he done what he did? His folks would really be angry if they found out, and Mr. Tobin would be angry, too. "You're mad at me," the young man said his voice quavering. "You'll tell my folks and they'll...they'll..." He couldn't talk any more and felt tears welling up in his eyes. Kay moved her hand to the young man's shoulder and could feel him trembling. She was surprised how upset he was and felt a need to reassure him. "Frankie, dear, I'm not going to tell your parents," she said. "And I'm not going to tell my husband, either." She took another deep breath, hoping it would steady her, and continued, "Frankie, what...what ever made you...you do...something...like...like that?" Frankie's, pale, scared face lifted and he looked at her for the first time since she had entered his room. He shrugged. "I...I don't know, Aunt Kay," he stammered. "I...I just...you know..." His face got bright red and he looked away. Kay knew she should leave the young man's room immediately. Things were starting to happen that could very easily get out of control, at least for her. She was taking a big risk in remaining with him in his bedroom, on his bed. But, despite the alarms ringing in her mind, she didn't move. "Frankie, you...you know it isn't nice to do things like...like that, don't you?" she whispered. The young man pulled his knees up hugged the pillow he was holding, and shrugged again. His face was red and he was breathing hard. "I...I'm sorry, Aunt Kay, I really am," he murmured. "I...I shouldn't have done what...what I...did. I...I don't know what else to...to say." "Look at him! He wants you! Go ahead, give him what he wants!" the lustful inner voice in Kay's head sneered, keeping her off-balance. "You need it, for Christ's sake! You want it as bad as he does! Stu isn't giving you what you need, why not see if this kid can?" "You...you think I'm perverted, don't you?" Frankie whimpered. His shoulders shook as he sobbed. "You...you think I'm...I'm some kind of sicko...a...a peep...peeping Tom." Kay experienced another strong rush of sympathy for the sobbing young man. When she was his age, she had been teased unmercifully because she made the mistake of telling her friends she planned to stay a virgin until she got married. She had almost managed to do it, too. Stu was only the second man she ever had sex with and, once she was married she had remained faithful. Stu was the only man she'd shared a bed with in fifteen years. Telling herself she wanted to ease the young man's pain, she put her arm around him and gently pulled him against her. She was immediately shaken by how wonderful it felt to having him in her arms, to feel his body against hers. Frankie allowed himself to be drawn into Aunt Kay's embrace and nestled his face against her shoulder while he continued to sob. "I...I...I'm sorry, Aunt Kay," he sobbed. "I...I really am. I...I won't ever...ever do anything like that a-again. I...I promise. I...I really won't." "It's all right, Frankie," Kay said, "There was no harm done." "You're being stupid. The kid wants you. All you have to do is open your robe and you can have him!" the lewd voice inside her sneered. The voice was becoming very exasperating. "I bet that big hard-on he was trying to hide under the covers would give you an orgasm, probably a pretty damn good one!" Kay shook her head, trying to rid it of thoughts that shouldn't be there. Frankie felt her moving, leaned back, and looked at her. "Is...Is something wrong, Aunt Kay?" he asked. Kay shook her head again. "No, Frankie, nothing's wrong," she murmured. "Go ahead, let him fuck you!" the lecherous inner voice insisted, but she forced herself to ignore it. She took a deep breath and tried to make herself settle down. "Frankie, you must promise me you'll never do anything like that again," she continued, trying to sound stern. The problem was, what she really wanted was to take him back into her arms again. "Never." "I won't, Aunt Kay," Frankie said earnestly, "Honest! Just so you don't tell my folks or...or Mr. Tobin!" Kay forced herself to release the young man, and then she stood up and smiled at him. "Good," she said. She started for the door. "You're crazy!" the licentious voice insisted, "Why in hell are you leaving him when his cock is hard and ready to go? Think of how heavenly it would be to have it poking into you!" She continued moving toward the door. As she did, she hugged herself and tried to force the lewd thoughts, which were so tempting, from her mind. "He's my best friend's son, for God's sake!" she thought and felt silly because she was arguing with herself. "I'm old enough to be his mother! I can't let anything like that happen, it would be sick if I did!" "Thanks, Aunt Kay," Frankie said. "I...I really am sorry." "You're forgiven, Frankie," Kay replied without turning around. She knew if she looked at him, it would only make things harder. She walked out into the hallway and closed the young man's bedroom door behind her, but the nagging voice wouldn't leave her alone. "What's the matter with you?" it demanded, "Are you crazy? You're walking away from a horny teen-age boy who got turned on by watching you take a shower and is dying to fuck you!" Shaken by the lewd thoughts she couldn't keep herself from having, Kay leaned against the wall outside the young man's bedroom door, trembling and gasping for breath. "I bet if you go back in there, you'll catch him jerking off! What a waste that is! Why waste a perfectly good hard-on?" the voice argued. Kay shuddered. She wished that damn voice would go stop! Then, even though she knew what she was doing was wrong, and unable to understand why she couldn't stop herself, she straightened up, turned, and put her quaking hand on Frankie's doorknob. Her insides churned wildly while she turned it and pushed the door open. Frankie was still lying on his bed, but he was far too preoccupied to notice he had company. His eyes were squeezed shut and his hand was sliding up and down over the swollen column of flesh jutting out of his opened shorts. "Aunt Kay!" he moaned softly, but passionately. "Ohhh, Aunt Kay!" "See, what did I tell you? He's calling your name! He wants you!" the voice sneered at Kay, who was moving stiffly across the room, her heart pounding, staring at what the young man held in his hand. Stu's was the only penis she'd seen in a long, long time. She gazed hotly at Frankie's erection and felt an overwhelming desire to touch it. Her tongue unconsciously slid out and caressed her lips and she took a deep breath as she got closer and closer to the bed. When she finally reached the bed, her hand moved out as if drawn by some irresistible force, then it was touching the young man's engorged shaft and the next thing she knew, her fingers were wrapped around the surprisingly hard, warm column of flesh. Frankie's eyes flew open. "Aunt Kay! Oh, God! Oh, God!" he exclaimed. Vainly, he tried to stuff his erection back into his shorts, but Aunt Kay had a firm grip on the swollen tube of flesh and kept him from doing that. The hot, swollen shaft in Kay's hand pulsed and jerked and as it did, thrills more intense than any she'd felt in a long, long time rushed though her. All she'd done was touch his erection and she was already powerfully aroused! She could feel the wetness pouring from her, soaking her middle. "When was the last time you got that wet with your husband?" the voice inside her asked. Her hand, directed by forces beyond her control, began to slide lightly up and down the boy's swollen, veined organ, which was slippery with juices that had been seeping from the slitted tip while he caressed himself. When she began stroking him, she heard him groan and felt him trembling. She felt disconnected, as if she was watching herself do this from some place outside her body. This was wonderful; much more wonderful than going shopping! "Uhhhh!!!" Frankie groaned. He couldn't believe what was happening! Aunt Kay was jerking him off! He never, in his wildest dreams, imagined anything like this would ever occur! He continued to moan, gasp, and tremble while the gorgeous woman kept on caressing his erection. Kay continued to stroke the young man's rigid penis and while she did, her free hand, moving as if it had a will of its own opened the belt around the waist of her bathrobe. The part of her mind still capable of reason was screaming for her to stop, but she didn't heed those warnings; she couldn't. She'd gone directly to his room from the bathroom, which meant removing the robe would leave her completely nude. While the hand fumbled with the knot in the sash, she tried to will it to stop, but failed. Then the sash was untied. She took a deep breath, and then she shrugged her shoulders and let the robe slide down over her shoulders. She was acutely aware of the fact that Frankie was staring at her with eager, wide, adoring eyes, and his rapt attention thrilled her. Kay still heard the faint warnings her conscience was screaming at her, but she was far beyond being able to heed them. Once the bathrobe was off, she stood up and gently helped the quivering, gasping young man remove his shorts and T-shirt. Then, when he was naked, too, she laid down on the bed, leaned over him and covered his lips with hers. When their lips touched, lightning bolts of passion arced through her. The kiss was far sweeter than she anticipated. She could feel the heat from his smooth skin as his body writhed against hers. In some far recess of her mind warning bells continued clanging, but she barely heard them. She knew what she was about to do was horribly wrong, but she no longer cared. Now that she had begun this journey, nothing could have caused her to turn back. Her hands slid over Frankie's soft, hairless body, eventually returning to the instrument that she desperately wanted to have plunging into her. "Make love to me, Frankie!" she cried. She rolled onto her back and pulled the trembling young man on top of her. "Please, Frankie, darling! Make love to me!" Frankie, trembling like a leaf, slid on top of her. When he did, Kay, more aroused than she could recall being in ages, slipped her hand between their quivering bodies and somehow managed to guide his erection to the excitement-dampened lips of her vagina, even though she was shaking as hard if she was experiencing an earthquake. When the young man's erection slid into her she shuddered with ecstasy. His entry into her body felt so sublime she thought for a moment that she would have an orgasm just from having him enter her. Wild sensations, more overwhelming than anything she had experienced in ages, exploded through her. She felt as if an ocean storm of passion was breaking over her. She'd had orgasms before, most by her own hand, but a few while making love with her husband, but none of them had come close to feeling as fantastic as it did when Frankie's erection slid into her. If it felt this good to have him take her, what would her orgasm with him be like? Frankie was having a hard time believing that all this was real and not some kind of wild dream. He felt his erection sinking into warmth and dampness and the minute it did, his hips automatically began to move, plunging into his partner rapidly. He'd never figured it would feel as good as it did to actually make love. "Oh, God, Aunt Kay!" he groaned. "I...I think I'm gonna come! I...I can't wait! It...It feels too good!" Kay was ecstatic. Sensations more wonderful than she ever imagined were rushing through her, sensations way more intense and beautiful than any she'd ever had when she made love with her husband, Stu. She savored how astoundingly good it was to have the young man's swollen penis moving inside her. As his engorged piston of flesh slid in and out of her more and more rapidly, even more powerful thrills began to race through her. The delectable friction that resulted from their joined bodies, combined with the depravity of what they were doing, sent her skyrocketing toward heights of rapture she never believed it was possible to feel. Her body was aflame with need that kept growing stronger and stronger every second. Frankie was rapidly losing control. "Oh! Aunt Kay!" he cried, his hips going wild. "I-I can't wait. Oh, God, Aunt Kay!! Oh, God! Ah! Ah!" Convulsions of delight wracked him and his fluids spewed from his pulsing erection. He'd never imagined making love would feel this fantastic. When Frankie's hot fluids gushed into her, Kay was plunged into a wonderful whirlpool of joy. Like a million skyrockets bursting at once, a powerful orgasm exploded through her. It kept building and growing; her body was filled with wild, uncontrollable, breathtaking sensations, it was an experience she never dreamed existed. Powerful waves of bliss continued to sweep through her and she felt herself writhing and bucking against Frankie while an unending stream of moans and cries of joy issued from her. He was making her come, but more than that, he was making her feel better than she'd ever felt in her life! Never in the fifteen years she'd been married to Stu had she had an orgasm like this! She couldn't talk, couldn't think. Her body continued to strain against his, seeking as much joy as it could get. "Oh! Oh! Oh, Frankie!!! Oh, my darling! Oh, my darling! Oh, my darling! Yes! Yes!" she babbled while her body labored frantically against his. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 04 Eventually, the intense peak of delight the couple shared passed and their movements began to calm. Ecstasy faded to pleasure, then pleasure eased into contentment. Frankie stopped moving and lay on top of Kay, his chest cushioned on her breasts, too weak to move. Kay felt the boy's marvelous pole shrink, then slither out of her. When it did, rivulets of the effluent he'd gushed into her seeped out and trickled out of her, dribbled down between her buttocks, and dripped onto the bed. Even that felt wonderful! Never in her life had making love felt like what she'd just experienced with Frankie. Unable to help herself, she burst into tears. Frankie, still feeling overwhelmed by what had just happened, rolled off Aunt Kay and lay on his side. He gazed at her, saw that she was crying, and his eyes filled with confusion. "Aunt Kay, how come you're crying?" he asked softly. "Did...did I...did I hurt you? Wasn't I...wasn't I...ah...good enough?" Kay shook her head, then she kissed him. "Oh, no, Frankie, darling, you didn't hurt me," she replied quickly. "I'm crying because what we just did felt so wonderful. Was it good for you, too?" The young man blushed, smiled shyly, and nodded. "It...It was unreal," he murmured. "God! Was...was it really that good for you?" Kay nodded. "You may not believe this, but nobody ever made me feel as wonderful as you just did," she said. "You know, Frankie, you are a wonderful lover!" She smiled and shook her head, then she added, "No, you are an incredible lover!" The young man smiled at her. "So are you," he responded. He decided she wouldn't mind if he kissed her again, so he covered her mouth with his and kissed her hard. Kay found the young man's kiss thrilling and the intensity of feelings it evoked scared her, but caused her to long for more at the same time. "Frankie, this...what we did...it will have to stay our secret," she cautioned once the kiss ended, "We...we don't dare let anyone know." "I won't tell anyone, Aunt Kay," Frankie replied seriously. "I promise." "If I had any sense at all I would stop this right now, before it goes any farther," Kay thought, "I should get up and go to my room and try to figure out what came over me and how to keep it from ever happening again." Then other, more compelling, thoughts took over. "I guess I...I can't make things any worse, can I?" Impulsively, she rolled atop the young man, covered his mouth with hers and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. Aunt Kay's sudden move caught Frankie off guard, but he responded quickly. His hands began roaming over her body and his tongue dueled with hers. If she wanted to keep making love, he sure as heck was going to go along! He'd had fantasies about making love with her for years but, as wild as those fantasies had been, they paled in the face of the reality he had just experienced! Kay felt Frankie's penis begin to stiffen against her leg and shuddered when she realized there might be a very real possibility of enjoying more of the wonderful feelings she'd just experienced. Was it possible he could make her feel that incredibly good again? "Isn't it nice? Young boys are insatiable!" the voice, which no longer irritated her, commented. "It's really wonderful making love with young men, isn't it?" she mused as passion again began to ripple through her. Then she forgot everything when Frankie's lips closed over one of her swollen nipples and, while he began suckling, waves of blossoming ecstasy once again forced rational thought from her mind. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 05 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Frankie suckled Kay's nipples like a hungry infant, moving his lips from one to the other, then back again. He loved feeling her warm flesh against his lips, and how it felt to have the rigid buds of flesh in his mouth. He was thrilled by how the warm, rubbery nubbins felt against his tongue and even more, he loved the sounds she made while he was doing it and the way her body squirmed against his. While his lips were busy with her nipples, his hands began gliding lightly over her smooth, warm skin aimlessly, exploring the body he had desperately dreamed of touching, but never imagined he'd ever have a chance to touch. He couldn't believe how wonderful she felt and as he caressed her he felt passion stirring inside him again. He had no idea he could get turned on again this quickly after he'd made love, but that's exactly what was happening. Kay felt need blossoming in her once again as her body responded to the young man's adoring attention to her breasts and was thrilled. She knew what she was doing was horribly wrong, but since her determination not to have sex with her best friend's son had been vanquished once, she had even less strength of will to stop it from happening a second time. She really hadn't had a chance to regroup her thoughts since Frankie was making love to her again just minutes after they finished their first lovemaking session! Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. Even when she and Stu were first married they seldom made love more than twice a week and for as many years as she could recall it was more like once a month - in a good month! The young man was touching her in ways that felt so heavenly! He was so incredibly gentle! He had an impossibly light touch that was almost reverent. He teased her nipples gently with his fingers first, then did the same with his lips. It felt sublime. This was, without question, the most wonderful day of her life! She was so glad she hadn't gone shopping with her friends. "Frankie, darling! Oh, Frankie, darling!" she murmured while she covered the young man's face with wet kisses. "Make love to me again! Please, Frankie, darling, make love to me again!" She was afraid the incredible bliss she'd shared with him the first time they made love was a fluke and that she'd never know anything like that again, but that didn't stop her. She had to know if it could - and would - happen again. Frankie gazed avidly at Aunt Kay's breasts while his hands continued to slide gently over them. Even though they were small and firm, when she was lying on her back, they kind of sank into themselves, but he thought they were more beautiful than any he'd seen pictures of in magazines. Best of all, these were real; he could touch and kiss them. They were capped by dark circles, from which her large nipples, hard and shiny from his sucking them, protruded. He flicked one of the swollen tips back and forth with his finger. Thrills swept through Kay while the young man teased her nipple with his finger. "Oh, Frankie!" she groaned as he flicked the swollen, nerve-filled bud with his fingers. It felt wonderful when he'd been sucking on them before, but his touching them with his fingers felt almost as good! Then his lips engulfed one nipple and he began sucking it, just like he'd done before. When that happened, she experienced such an intense rush of pleasure she thought she'd have another orgasm while he was suckling her! He began moving his lips from one nipple to the other, kissing his way through the valley between her breasts while he moved from one breast to the other. The wild sensations exploding through her made it impossible for Kay to lay still. Her body twisted and turned feverishly while Frankie explored it. "Frankie! Frankie, darling! Oh, God, Frankie!" she murmured. She couldn't believe he had her on fire with need again, but he did. "Kiss them! Oh, God, darling! Kiss them! Take me! Please, darling! Take me again!" she cried, clutching at him. Her hips undulated incessantly, demonstrating how desperately her body craved the fulfillment she knew he could, and would, give her. "I need you in me!" Frankie pushed himself up on his elbow and stared down-wide-eyed and incredulous-at the body he still hadn't had time to take a good look at-he'd been too busy making love with Aunt Kay to look at her. She really was gorgeous. Her middle was covered by a thick blanket of matted, curly dark brown hair, which glistened with the wetness of excitement and the remnants of their earlier joining. Kay looked up at the young man, her eyes beseeching him. "Frankie, darling, please take me!" she groaned. She clutched at him while her hips rose and twisted, pressing against him, seeking him. "Please take me, Frankie! I need you!" His pulse pounding, Frankie slid his body on top of Aunt Kay's again and when he did, he felt the tip of his re-invigorated penis slide down between her thighs and brush against her damp labia as it slid into the place where her legs and body joined. He lowered his hips and was surprised to feel his erection begin to slide into her again without assistance. It was such a wonderful surprise and felt so good, he groaned softly. Thrills raced up his back when he experienced her fabulous warmth engulfing him once more. "Yes! Oh, God, Frankie! Yes!" Kay groaned. Once again she felt the young man's swollen baton begin to enter her. It slid deep into her, filling her every bit as delightfully as it had the first time they'd made love. She lifted her hips, welcoming him and bidding him to go deeper. This was so fantastic! It was better than making love with her husband had ever been! It was better than she dreamed lovemaking could ever be! When his pubic bone finally pressed against hers, she felt as if she was filled fuller than she had ever been filled! She couldn't believe how sublime it felt! Frankie began to move his hips, causing his erection slip in and out of Aunt Kay's clinging opening. When he was all the way in her, he could feel her tight channel rippling along his shaft, milking him. He had no idea making love could be this wild and feel this great! Her hips lifted to meet his, rocking him, building his need to a fiery peak. Still a novice at sex, he didn't have the self-control to wait; he had to come! "Oh, God, Aunt Kay! Oh, God! I'm sorry! I can't wait! I can't wait!" he groaned. His insides began to spasm and, with a rush of sensations so wonderful they verged on pain, his juices came rushing out of him. "Frankie! Oh, darling, yes!" Kay cried when she felt the young man's hot, viscous fluids dousing her insides once more. "You beautiful, wonderful man! Yes! Yes! Oh, Frankie, yes! Oh, yes!" Their bodies struggled together wildly while unbearably exquisite sensations flashed between them. Finally, having partaken of all the joy there was to share, they lay spent, cuddling each other in the bed. Both of them were satisfied, at least for the time being. "Oh, Frankie, you are so wonderful!" Kay exclaimed. She hugged and kissed the blushing young man fervently. "You can't imagine how long it's been since I've been this satisfied!" Frankie didn't know what to say. He still had a hard time believing that this was real, that he wasn't having some kind of wild dream. He kissed Aunt Kay and snuggled against her wonderful, warm, naked body. Without intending to, they dozed off. A tickling sensation awakened Kay a short while later. She opened her eyes, wasn't sure where she was at first, and pushed herself up on her elbows. When she looked down she saw that Frankie had propped himself up on one elbow and was trailing his fingers lightly over her nearly flat belly. As his fingers moved easily over her flesh, they left a tingling trail of delight. "God, it feels so fabulous when he touches me!" she mused as she lay there, watching him caress her. Frankie had awakened before Aunt Kay and decided to take advantage of the fact that she was sleeping to study her body, to drink in her loveliness. He'd never had a chance to examine a nude female body before, he began intending to just look at her, but the more he looked at her, the more he knew he wasn't able to keep from touching her, so he tentatively began to explore Aunt Kay's lovely physique. He was fascinated by her body and enthralled by her loveliness. He couldn't quite figure out how a woman could be a slim as she was, yet be so perfectly formed, yet she was. As his hands moved over her soft, silky skin, she murmured softly and shuddered. Startled and afraid he'd hurt her, he pulled his hand away, looked up, and saw her flushed, smiling face. "Oh, Frankie, darling," Kay murmured, "Don't stop doing that! It feels wonderful!" She laid back and continued to savor the delightful sensations that were generated when young man's fingers resumed their delightful exploration. The fingers moved ever so gently over her belly and hips, continuing to leave wonderful tingling trails wherever they ventured. Eventually, the young man's searching fingers slid onto her vagina and he began to explore the mysterious organ that lay between her legs. Frankie's actions once again fanned the fires of desire in Kay and, involuntarily, her hips began twisting and rising. She gasped and a tremor of ecstasy raced through her when his exploring fingers brushed over her clit. "Oh, God!" she thought, her mind feverish. "Is there no limit to his ability to arouse me?" She knew she really didn't want there to be one. Frankie, not quite sure whether his partner's reactions were pain or pleasure, stopped moving his hand and looked up at her, concerned. "I didn't hurt you, did I, Aunt Kay?" he asked. Kay shook her head, reached out, and caressed his shoulder. "Of course not, darling!" she replied. "That feels wonderful! Please don't stop!" When he resumed what he was doing she closed her eyes and let the sweet feelings his caresses were evoking rush over her. Frankie was fascinated by Aunt Kay's vagina, the first one he'd ever had the opportunity to study close-up. And, as he explored it, and saw her reaction to what he was doing, he decided to see what would happen if he kissed her there. He'd seen a few porno movies and heard other boys talk about how much women liked being eaten, and he wanted to find out if what he'd heard was true. He also wanted to know what it was like. He didn't find the scent rising from her at all distasteful, in fact, it seemed to fuel his arousal. He lowered his head over her middle, bent down, and extended his tongue, which came in contact with the soft, slick folds of her pink, petal-like labia. When she felt Frankie's warm breath on her vagina, Kay's hips jolted upward. Then his tongue began to caress her labia and probe into her. When it did, rapture exploded through her. She couldn't believe how wonderful he was making her feel! "Oh, God, Frankie! Yes!" she wailed, "Oh, God, Frankie!" Frankie, who was eating a woman for the first time, was unprepared for Aunt Kay's powerful response to what he was doing. She thrust her middle against his mouth and, as he licked her opening, he could taste her juices, mixed with his. He was surprised to discover that the taste of the fluids pouring from her wasn't at all unpleasant. Actually, she tasted wonderful! He lapped at her silky labia, then his tongue landed on a little, swollen finger of flesh at the top of her opening. When he began licking it, her hips began moving so wildly that he had to grab her buttocks and hang on so he could keep his face against her. "That must be her clit!" he thought, remembering something he'd read in a book about love-making he'd found hidden in his parents' closet once. Since she seemed to enjoy it when he licked the little nub of flesh, he continued to do that. Frankie had, unwittingly, chosen exactly the right thing to do. Incredible delight erupted through Kay as his tongue lashed what was, in reality, the most sensitive spot on her anatomy. "Oh, God, Frankie! Oh, God! Oh, Frankie! Oh, Frankie! Frankie! Frankie!" she shrieked. Her body convulsed with pleasure and her clawed fingers raked at the sheets while the young man's lips and tongue bestowed another overpowering orgasm on her. Then everything went black. When Aunt Kay's moans stopped suddenly and she went limp, the young man lifted his head and looked at her. At first he was scared he'd done something to hurt her. She had acted as if she was going pretty wild and he hoped he hadn't given her a heart attack or something. He looked at her carefully and could see her chest rising and falling evenly. She had a smile on her face, too, so he decided she must have passed out. He bent and gave her vagina one last kiss, and then he stretched out next to her and put his arm around her. This was unreal! He'd never in his wildest dreams expected today to turn out like it had! The young man lay next to his slumbering lover, continuing to ponder his unexpected good fortune. In addition to being beautiful and having a great body, Aunt Kay was a fantastic lover! He couldn't get over how excited she had been, or how wild she acted when he did things to her. And watching her come was incredible. He had no idea women acted like that when they came! He hoped this wouldn't be the last time he and she made love. He knew the Tobins were going to be there for the rest of the week and as he lay there, Frankie began to think about ways he could manage to get Aunt Kay away from the other adults so they could do this again. More pressing needs eventually drew the young man's attention. As a result of what he'd been doing to Aunt Kay, and her reaction to it, his penis was again erect, almost painfully so. "I don't think she'd mind if..." he mused. He rolled on top of her, placing his legs between hers once more. Grasping his throbbing, erect penis in his hand, he placed it at her slippery, warm opening, then he slid it into her. Kay was sure she was dreaming, and it was a most wonderful, delightful dream. A hard penis was plunging into her, fanning the fires of need, which were rapidly growing into a conflagration of bliss. She opened her eyes and saw Frankie's passion-filled face looming above hers. It wasn't a dream! It was astoundingly, wonderfully real! "Oh, Frankie!" she murmured. She reached up, pulled the young man's face down to hers, pressed her lips against his, and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues dueled, inflaming her even more. "Yes! Oh, Frankie, yes!!" she moaned. "Give me more!!!! More!" Frankie couldn't have done anything else. He kept driving into her. Having come twice, he had finally reached the point where he could keep going without having to come right away, even though the rippling in Aunt Kay's clutching channel was sending intense rushes of pleasure through him. As he plunged into her, her body rocked up against his. The force of their coupling made the bed creak. "I...I'm not sure I'll be able to...to have another orgasm, darling," Kay whispered, pulling the young man down to kiss him again. "But please don't stop doing that! Oh, God, Frankie, what you're doing feels divine!" Then she had an idea. "Do you want to try doing it doggie-style?" she asked. "Sure, why not?" Frankie responded. He wanted to everything it was possible to do with her. They quickly changed position and Frankie's swollen pole began sliding into Kay from the rear. When the young man leaned over her, reached under her, grasped her dangling breasts, and began rolling the rigid nipples between his fingers, Kay realized she just might be able to have another orgasm! In fact... "Frankie! Oh, God, Frankie! Again! Frankie! Again! Oh, Frankie! Again!" she cried when the young man's frantic plunging ignited yet another orgasm in her and again, sent explosions of joy booming through her. She pushed her buttocks back against him, feeling his thighs slap against hers as she experienced yet another orgasm, her best one yet! "Yes! Frankie! Oh, Frankie! Yes! Yes!" When Kay came, Frankie, too, experienced another staggering orgasm and his cries of delight mixed with his lover's. "Oh, God, Aunt Kay! Oh, God!" he groaned when he erupted into her. Finally, sated and exhausted, they collapsed onto the bed. Frankie lay atop Kay until he had strength enough to move, then he rolled off her, pulled her into his arms, and held her tight against him. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 06 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Kay lay in Frankie's bed, enveloped in the young man's embrace, while her body calmed after their second session of lovemaking. The calmer she got, the more ominous the situation she had created with her impulsive lapse in judgment became in her mind. Making love with Frankie was the most delightful thing that had happened to her in ages, but there would be serious repercussions for both her and the young man if her husband or his parents ever found out what they had done. Stu would most likely divorce her and her long friendship with Gloria Bobar would come to a horrible end. She had, she realized, put herself in a very dangerous spot. She rolled on her side and looked at the young man lying next to her. "Frankie, I...I don't know what to do," she murmured. Even though she knew only too well what the consequences of their behavior would be if they were discovered, she couldn't help but be acutely aware of the fact that his nude body remained pressed tightly against hers. And having that body against her felt wonderful, far more wonderful than it should have. "Ah...what...what we've done is so wrong! I...I'll be in serious trouble if my...my husband and...and your parents find out what I..." "We did it, not you," Frankie said, interrupting her. "I'm not going to tell them, Aunt Kay," he added earnestly. "I...I'll never tell anybody. No way!" Kay looked into his face and, as she did, her mind wandered and she began to recall everything that had transpired in the time since she took her shower. Those memories, which were incredibly vivid, made it difficult for her to focus on what she was trying to say to Frankie now. "The problem is..." she continued, her voice starting to sound a little dreamy, "...you are such a wonderful lover! You satisfy me so well! I...I know we should stop this before it gets out of control, but..." Frankie kissed her. He found it difficult to believe what Aunt Kay was saying about what a good lover he was. And, unless he wasn't hearing her right, it sounded like she wanted them to keep doing this! He sure hoped that was what she was saying. "What am I going to do?" Kay said, continuing to think out loud after the kiss ended. "How are we going to face your folks...my husband?" "You...you aren't going to tell your husband, are you?" Frankie asked. Suddenly he, too, realized what kind of trouble they might be in and got scared. He wasn't sure what his parents and Mr. Tobin would do if they found out what happened between Aunt Kay and him, but he was positive whatever they did wouldn't be very happy about it. Kay shook her head. "Don't worry, darling, I'd never do that," she said. "I...I don't want them to find out about us any more than you do." "Aunt Kay, are...are you sorry we...you know...we did what we...did?" Frankie asked. Kay hugged him, gave him a gentle kiss, then she shook her head. "That's the crazy thing about this, my darling. I've cheated on my husband and compromised my friendship with your mother. I should be sorry, but I'm not," she said. "Not in the least. It's just that what we've done, as wonderful as it was, really is wrong. If...if Stu and your parents ever find out what we've done, we...we'll be in a lot of trouble. Do you understand that?" Frankie nodded. "Yeah, I guess so," he replied. "I guess you're right. What...what are you...we going to do?" He dreaded her reply. What if she said she never would let him make love to her again? If she did that, he wasn't sure what he'd do. He wasn't sure he'd be able to see her every day and not be able to touch her any more. "To...to be completely honest with you, Frankie, I...I don't know," Kay replied. "I...I'm so confused. I...I know that the right thing would be for us to stop right now." She took a deep breath. "That's what we should do. If...if we never do this again, we...there will be less risk of anyone finding out, I suppose." She saw the sad look appear on the young man's face and continued. "Oh, darling, don't look so sad," she murmured. "I'm afraid that as long as I'm around you, I won't be able to let you alone." She studied him for a second. "Does...does that upset you, darling?" Frankie, having just heard the words he hoped to hear, grinned. "No way!" he exclaimed. "I was just thinking that it would make me nuts if you were here and I couldn't touch you." In fact, he wasn't able to have the beautiful naked woman lying against him and keep his hands to himself, so he began caressing one of her breasts. When Frankie's fingers began stealing gently over her breast, Kay shuddered and felt her nipples begin to harden. His gentle caresses were arousing her again! "Oh, Frankie!" she murmured, "I can't get over it! You are insatiable!" She giggled then added, "And I guess I am, too." She slid her hand over his hairless chest, found his nipples, and teased them to straining, tingling points. It delighted her that he gasped and shook with pleasure while she toyed with his body. She leaned over and sucked one of his nipples into her mouth. "Ah!" Frankie moaned. He had no idea his nipples were that sensitive. What Aunt Kay was doing to him felt so wild! It felt so good that it almost hurt. He couldn't lie still. Kay paused from her activities and looked up at the red-faced young man. "You like that, don't you Frankie, darling?" she asked. "I bet you didn't know men liked having their nipples kissed, too, did you?" She found that she wanted to make love to him, to give him as much pleasure as he'd given her. Frankie nodded. "God, I had no idea!" he replied. "It feels awesome! Don't stop!" Kay returned to arousing the young man. Her lips blazed a trail of fire over his quivering body. He rolled onto his back and she slid her hand down across his belly and took hold of his penis, which had begun to stiffen once again. When she wrapped her fingers around the thickening wand, she could feel the heat coming from it, the way it was swelling, and the sticky residue of their earlier lovemaking. Her kisses moved across his belly, through his damp pubic hair, to the base of the rapidly swelling pole. She sucked her husband because it was what Stu wanted and she felt obligated to please him, but she intended to do it to Frankie because she wanted to. And wanting to, she discovered, made a huge difference. She got to her knees next to the quivering young man's hips, bent over him, took his engorged shaft in her mouth, locked her lips around it, and started moving her head up and down slowly, lashing the surface of his stiffened penis with her tongue as she did. She delighted in the way it felt as her lips slid over the veined surface of his throbbing organ. Frankie was stunned when Aunt Kay took his penis in her hand and began stroking it. It shocked him even more when she took him in her mouth and her lips began sliding up and down on his super-sensitive rod while her tongue lashed it. Even in his wildest fantasies, he'd never allowed himself to imagine that anything like this would happen with her! Her soft, silky hair tumbled over his middle and tickled him, adding immeasurably to the incredible sensations she was giving him with her lips and hands. He'd never felt anything quite like it. He found it almost impossible to believe she was really doing this to him. He raised his head and looked down at her. She was kneeling next to him, her head was moving up and down, and her breasts dangled under her, with her erect nipples pointing at the bed. He thought it was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. He stroked her back gently, then her buttocks, then her legs, then he slid his hands down her sides, under her, to her breasts. His fingers continued to trail tenderly over her the smooth skin covering her dangling globes while her lips continued to slide lovingly up and down on his throbbing shaft. "Aunt Kay! Oh, God, I...I'm so close!" he gasped, his hips rocking. "What you're doing...it...it feels too good!" Even though she'd never done it before, Kay considered letting the young man come in her mouth, and then she decided she didn't want to let that happen this time. She now knew there would be other times they would make love; she could save that for one of those times. She lifted her mouth from his swollen shaft, swung her leg over his body, and holding his erection steady, lowered herself onto him. His engorged organ slid into her fluttering cavern, which engulfed and caressed it as she settled onto him and took him all the way into her body. After she had him inside her, she looked down at him. When she saw the look of ecstasy on his face she was jubilant. It looked as if he enjoyed what they were doing as much as she did! "You like what we're doing, don't you, Frankie?" she whispered. "You really do!" "Oh, yes!" the young man replied ardently. "I sure do!" He lifted his hips off the bed, driving himself farther into her. "I never, ever felt anything like this! It's...it's fantastic!" Kay pressed down against him, rocking her hips gently. Once more, she was thrilled by the exquisite sensations being delivered into her by his swollen wand as it moved around inside her. "Oh, Frankie!" she whimpered. "Oh, my darling!" She pushed herself erect and began to rock her hips more urgently, causing the lad's erection to whip around inside her, creating heavenly bedlam in her super-aroused body. She couldn't believe she was this aroused again, but she was. Her hips moved faster and faster, her, as her motions became more and more frenzied. "Oh, Frankie! This is so lovely! This...Ah! This is incredible!" she groaned. Frankie looked up at the gorgeous woman riding him. Her face was flushed with passion and her breasts danced delightfully as she rode him. What he saw, along with the intense, delectable friction of their coupled sex organs, drove him rapidly toward his peak. "Aunt Kay! I...I'm gonna come!" he cried. "Oh, God!" He'd no sooner gotten the words out when his hot juices boiled inside him, then they bubbled up, rushed through his penis, and flooding her, filling her to overflowing. Kay felt her young lover's urgent thrusts and, when his molten juices inundated her, she could stand no more. Explosions of bliss began detonating inside her once again and her body and mind once again were filled with ecstasy. "Come, Frankie, darling! Yes! Come for me, Frankie!" she urged ardently, "Fill me! It feels so good! Oh....Oh! Frankie! Oh, Frankie! Yes! Ah! Yes! Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes!" Kay rode the bucking young man, experiencing another staggering orgasm. When the explosions of bliss finally began waning, she remained sitting atop him, enjoying the small sweet after-shocks of joy that followed their frantic union. He felt his penis soften and slide from her, tickling as it left her. Then she felt his juices begin dribbling out of her. She lowered herself onto his chest and felt his arms slide around her. Then his lips covered hers. This was so wonderful! Finally, she slid off him and rolled on her side, facing him. "We...we've been at this a long time," she said. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" Frankie glanced at his watch. "It's almost noon," he said. "Oh," Kay replied. For some reason, she thought it was later than that. "Ah...uh...Aunt Kay, do...do you think...maybe we, could get something to eat?" Frankie asked. "I'm getting kind of hungry." Kay giggled. "I think that's a terrific idea," she replied. She leaned forward and gave him a gentle kiss. "I'm famished, too." Frankie kissed her again, got off the bed, and slipped on his shorts and T-shirt. Kay got up, got her bathrobe and slipped it on. Then she and Frankie went out to the kitchen. When Kay walked out of Frankie's bedroom and started down the hall toward the kitchen, she began putting some distance between herself and what they'd done and feelings of recrimination once again began to fill her mind. What she was doing was horribly wrong. She should never have allowed it to happen. "What am I doing?" she asked herself while she followed the young man down the hall. "What on earth has gotten into me? I know better than to act like this, don't I?" But then she thought about how wonderful what she'd shared with the young man had been, and warmth filled her once more. She hugged herself. Sex with Frankie was intoxicating and she wasn't sure she could stand being without it. They got some sodas, made themselves sandwiches and sat down at the kitchen table to eat. Frankie gazing adoringly across the table at his companion while they ate. "You know, Aunt Kay, you're really beautiful," he commented. "I...I think you're the prettiest woman I ever saw. I...I guess I always have." Kay felt herself blushing. "It's really sweet of you to say that, Frankie," she replied softly. "I think you're a very good-looking young man. I'm surprised you don't have all kinds of girls chasing after you." Frankie's face got red. "You...you're just about the only woman I know who thinks I'm good-looking," he replied. "Most of the girls in school with won't go out with me. The other kids think I'm a nerd because I get good grades and don't play sports." Kay reached across the table and laid her hand on Frankie's. "They're foolish if that's true," she said. "Sometimes kids can be really cruel. It was like that when I was your age, too." Frankie looked surprised. "You mean you didn't have a lot of guys wanting to take you out when you were my age?" he asked. "How come? You must have been pretty then, too. I bet you were a knockout." Kay shook her head. "I...I wasn't one of the 'in crowd' when I was in school," she explained. "My folks didn't have a lot of money, and I was kind of shy. I guess a lot of the other kids thought I was stuck up or something." They finished eating and put their dishes in the dishwasher. When that was done, they stood at the sink, looking at each other. Then Kay, who had been seriously considering getting dressed, sitting down, and having a serious talk with Frankie about how wrong what they were doing was, felt herself being swept into his arms. Their lips fused in a passionate kiss and, while the kiss went on, she felt his hands slide inside her robe and move over her body, then he cupped her bare buttocks in his hands and pulled her against him. Kay pressed against the young man and returned his kiss and when she did, she felt something prodding her belly. A tremor went through her. "I don't believe this!" she thought, "He can't be hard again! Not after all we did this morning." But, in fact, the young man was aroused and incontrovertible proof of that was nudging against her belly. Clutching the stunned woman, Frankie backed to one of the kitchen chairs and sat down on it. Then he turned her so she was straddling his legs. "Frankie! What...what do...do you think you...you're doing?" Kay gasped. She was still a little unnerved by the emotions his kiss had evoked in her. Frankie untied the sash around the waist of her robe and spread the garment open. "You...you'll see in a...a second," he murmured. He pulled her down onto his lap. Kay let Frankie pull her down and, when she did, she felt his swollen shaft sliding into her. She couldn't believe it! He was making love to her in the kitchen! This was crazy! But it was wonderful, too. "Oh! Frankie! That feels so good! Yes!" she groaned, while passion once again flared alive in her. When the young man began to rock his hips and drive his erection deep into her, Kay was again thrilled by the amount of pleasure his thrusting wand gave her. "Frankie, you...Uh! ...you are unbelievable!" she groaned. She clung to his shoulders as they bounced up and down on the protesting, rocking kitchen chair. Frankie was delighted to find that having Aunt Kay on his lap, facing him placed her breasts right in front of his face. He captured one of her nipples with his lips and lashed it eagerly with his tongue. "Oh, Frankie!" Kay moaned. Elation began to rip through her once more. It never changed; making love with him was always stupendous! "So...good! Oh, God, Frankie! Oh, God! Yes!" Frankie kept rocking his hips, shoving his hard shaft deep into her. His hands, clamped on her hips, hauled her down onto his spearing wand. Frankie's feverish movements, plus the delectable feelings caused by what he was doing to her breasts with his lips and tongue had Kay aflame with need and racing pell-mell toward release. "Frankie, I...I'm going to...to come!" she cried. She was startled by how rapidly she had reached the point of explosion. "Frankie! Frankie! Oh, Frankie! I'm coming! Darling, oh, my God! More! Oh, God, Frankie! More! Yes! Yes!" "Yeah!" Frankie groaned when he exploded into her. "Oh, God, yeah!" On the chair in the middle of the kitchen, they clung to each other desperately as their passion for each other spent itself one more time. When Kay finally had strength enough to move, she kissed her young lover. "My God, Frankie that was fantastic!" she gasped. "But...but we took an awful chance making love here in the kitchen. I...I think we better go back to your room." She lifted herself off him. "It wouldn't be good if someone were to come in and find us like this, would it?" she asked. When she stood up, she discovered that her legs were still a little weak. As she stood in front of the young man, Kay could feel his juices trickling down her legs. Before today she found that part of lovemaking distasteful, but for some reason, after making love with Frankie, it added to the joy she felt. "Ah...yeah, I guess you're right," Frankie gasped. He stood up and, with their arms around each other; they walked back to his bedroom and got back in bed. They moved into each other's arms and kissed each other deeply. "How soon do you think your folks...and the others...will be back?" Kay asked. Frankie shrugged. "Mom really likes shopping. I'd be surprised if she and Mrs. Ervins get home much before five," he said. "And Dad and the guys probably won't be home much earlier than that if they play thirty-six holes of golf." He chuckled. "Especially not if Dad isn't winning. He'll keep the other guys there all night if he has to do that to win." Kay smiled. "That means we have at least four more hours, doesn't it?" she noted. Frankie returned her smile and nodded. "Yeah, it does," he said. While they gazed into each other's eyes with deep feeling, their hands began roaming over each other's warm flesh. "Ah, you know, when...when we...when we started making love earlier, I...I was scared," Frankie stammered. His comment surprised Kay. "Scared, my darling," she said. "Why on earth were you scared?" "Ah...well..." he replied hesitantly. "I...I wanted to be good for you and I was scared I wouldn't, you know, be very good. I mean, I don't know all that much about...well...you know..." Kay hugged him. "Oh, God, Frankie, you have no idea what a wonderful lover are!" she exclaimed. "You are fabulous!" She took his face in her hands and kissed him. "God, you're beautiful, Aunt Kay!" Frankie exclaimed after the kiss ended. Then he lowered his face and lips to the lovely globes adorning her chest and began kissing them softly. Shock waves of delight swept through Kay while the young man suckled her nipples. She loved the way he played with her breasts, and how much he seemed to adore them. His touch was so light, so soft, she feared she would come again from having her breasts and nipples kissed. His caresses were so delightful! "Oh! God!" she moaned. "Oh, Frankie, that's lovely! That's so incredibly lovely!" His lips traveled to her other nipple and thrills continued to ripple through her. After a while, moving slowly, tantalizing her, the young man's lips left her breasts and moved onto her belly. "Oh, darling!" Kay crooned, "You really do know exactly what to do to make me feel wonderful!" She couldn't believe how powerfully he aroused her! They'd only been making love for a few seconds and already her body was quaking with need. His caresses and kisses were softer and gentler than any she'd ever experienced. She had to have him again! "Take me!! Oh, Frankie, darling, I need you again, please take me!" she moaned. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 06 The young man slid on top of her and when he did, his erection slid between the yearning, well-lubricated lips of her vagina without guidance and, as he lowered his hips he felt the tip of his swollen shaft part, then slide between her slippery labia. Kay shuddered when she felt the young man's tumescent shaft sinking into her and, once more, shock waves of joy rumbled through her. "Yes! Oh, Frankie, yes!" she moaned. "Oh, darling! I need you so much!" Like his partner, Frankie was incredibly aroused and couldn't hold off as long as he would have liked to. His hips began jolting, driving his penis powerfully into his beautiful older lover. Kay was so excited she almost exploded when Frankie's erection touched her vagina. His entry and powerful thrusts quickly drove her over the top. "Frankie!!! Frankie! Oh, God, Frankie! Oh, God! Never, ever like this! Never! Never!" she screamed as she whirled into what felt like a bottomless abyss of joy. "Aunt Kay! Oh, God, Aunt Kay!" Frankie groaned when a geyser of his fluids erupted into her. "Oh, God! Oh! Oh!" He ground his hips against hers and she pressed her hips up against him just as frantically. Spent, Frankie fell onto the bed next to Kay, who rolled over and looked at him fondly. "That was so wonderful, darling!" she gushed. "Yeah, it sure was," Frankie agreed. "It...it's incredible when we make love!" "We...we really ought to stop now," Kay ventured. "I...today has been so wonderful, but we really should make sure we're respectable before the others get back." Frankie nodded, but he looked a little disappointed. "Yeah, I guess so," he said. Kay caressed the young man's face lightly with her fingers. "Frankie, please don't look so upset," she said. "First of all, you've just about worn me out." She paused. "And besides, we've got the rest of the week, haven't we?" "Ah, yeah, I guess so," the young man replied. "But how are we gonna...I mean when everybody else is here, how...?" "I don't know, my darling," Kay said, "but I'm sure we'll be able to find a way." She leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Let's get up and get dressed. I think we should see about something together for dinner. We don't want them to come home and get suspicious about what we've been doing all day, do we?" Frankie grinned and shook his head. "No, I guess we don't," he replied. He kissed her, rolled over, sat up, and reached for his clothes. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 07 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains It turned out that Kay and Frankie made the right decision in ending their love-making when they did because, barely fifteen minutes after they got dressed, went down to the kitchen, and began making dinner, the men returned from their golf game. "I thought you guys said you were going to play two rounds," Kay said when her husband and his friends walked into the cabin. When she looked at Stu, she found herself struggling with conflicting emotions, the most disturbing being powerful feelings of guilt and shame. She felt her face growing warm, and was aware that her heart rate had increased. She hoped her husband wouldn't notice the signs of discomfiture she was sure she had to be showing and wonder why she looked upset. Her body was still tingling from the experiences she'd shared with Frankie, and she could almost feel his caresses on various parts of her anatomy. Those memories did little to help her feel comfortable in her husband's presence. She was surprised, too. Even though she was confronted with the reality of her marriage, she knew she was going to allow her affair with Frankie to continue, and her most serious problem now was how she would manage it with Stu and the others around. "You really are a sick woman," she told herself. She kept working on her dinner preparations, trying to keep herself occupied. She was afraid if she spent too much time talking with her husband, he'd figure out what was wrong. "It's my fault we had to come back early," Her husband said. He frowned. "We were going to play two rounds, but Leo paged me." When Kay heard what her husband said, if felt as if cold fingers had wrapped themselves around her heart. She stopped what she was doing and looked at him, her hands shaking. "Leo?" she said, "What's the matter?" She knew Stu was talking about Leo Arsenault, his vice-president, and the man who was left in charge of her husband's company while they were away on vacation. Leo was a very competent manager. If he had called something must be very wrong. "Is something wrong at work?" Her husband nodded somberly. "Yes," he said, "Leo said some things have come up he can't deal with alone. Kay, I'm sorry, but I've got to go back and see what I can do to help him get this straightened out. And the quicker I get there, the better it will be. I have to get going after dinner." A surge of disappointment swept through Kay. She was sure Stu would expect her to go home with him and, despite the guilt and shame she'd been feeling about what she and Frankie had done, the last thing she wanted was to have to go home now. "Do...do you want me to come home with you?" she asked. Her husband surprised her when he shook his head and said, "I don't see why your vacation has to be spoiled. Why don't you stay for the rest of the week? You can ride home with Mike and Sue. Mike said they'd be glad to give you a ride if you decided to stay. By the way, how are you feeling, anyhow? You get over whatever was bothering you earlier? You look like you've got some color anyhow." Kay comforted by the fact that her husband hadn't taken any notice of her uneasiness, nodded. "Ah...I spent most of the day in bed," she replied without thinking. She felt her face getting hot and added, "...ah...I...I feel lots better now. Are...are you sure you...you don't want me to come home with you?" She continued to experience the churning mass of conflicting emotions she'd been trying to cope with all day. Why now, of all times, did Stu have to start acting so nice? His solicitude made her feel even guiltier about what she'd done. And on top of that, the fact that he was being so considerate was making it possible for her to continue to cuckold him with Frankie; something she recognized was horribly ironic. "Honey, I'll be fine," Stu said, "You stay here and have a good time. I'll see you next weekend when you get home. I'll probably be so busy with the mess Leo called me about I wouldn't have much time to spend with you anyhow." "OK," Kay replied. Her heart began racing when she realized that, if Stu was gone, it would be much simpler for her to spend time alone with Frankie, although she still had serious misgivings about allowing her affair with the young man to continue. Her conscience kept reminding her all of the reasons why she should to call a halt to what she was doing, but she wasn't been paying careful attention to her conscience, mainly because her body was giving her entirely different reasons for continuing what she and Frankie were doing. The men went to the refrigerator, got themselves beers, and went into the living room while Kay, with Frankie's help, finished making dinner. By the time they had the meal ready, Gloria and Sue had returned, laden with packages. Over dinner, they two women regaled Kay with all of the bargains she'd missed. "You girls may have gotten some bargains, but I got the best one by staying home! You have no idea what I didn't miss by staying here with Frankie!" Kay thought as her friends prattled on and on about their day of shopping and all the fantastic bargains they'd gotten. She wasn't aware that her thoughts had caused her to blush, or that Gloria Bobar had noticed her doing so. "Kay, are you sure you're all right?" she asked, "You look a little flushed to me." Kay felt her face getting even warmer. "Honestly, Gloria," she replied, "I'm fine. Actually, I feel better than I have in ages. This mountain air is really invigorating." "And so is making love with your son," the voice inside her added. After dinner, Stu packed and left. Kay spent the rest of the evening playing cards with her friends while Frankie watched a movie on TV. Midway through the evening, the young man disappeared into his room. A bit later, all the adults decided it was time for bed. Kay went to her bedroom and put on a white cotton nightgown that had thin straps over her shoulders and lace trim around the bodice. She left quite a few of the buttons at the neck of the gown open, exposing much more of her chest than she usually did, although there wasn't anyone there to see it. Then she slid into bed and lay there, trying fall to sleep. But, try as hard as she would, she couldn't fall asleep. She kept thinking about Frankie lying in bed in his room across the hall and wondered if he was thinking about her. "Why don't I feel worse about what Frankie and I did today?" she mused while she continued to struggle with her jumbled emotions. "I cheated on my husband for the first time. And at the same time I managed to betray my best friend's trust! What is wrong with me? What's happening to me? I'm happily married...or am I?" She kept tossing and turning and, the longer she laid in bed, the more the guilt feelings faded. Before long she was recalling what it felt like to have Frankie's hands moving over her body. God, he touched her so tenderly! And the avid way he suckled her breasts! That was so wonderful! And it felt even more wonderful having his swollen penis plunging into her. The thoughts she was having were not the kind that fosters sleep. In fact, they had just the opposite effect. They seemed very real and, the longer she lay in bed enjoying them, the more wide-awake and aroused she became. Finally, she got up and walked down the hall to the bathroom. When she finished what she had to do, she walked back to her room. Before she went into her bedroom she stood at her door, with her hand on the doorknob, looking longingly across the hall at the closed door to the young man's bedroom, remembering how much joy she had experienced in there with Frankie earlier that day. She looked around. The cabin was silent and the living room area glowed in the bright moonlight coming in through the huge floor to ceiling windows that looked out onto the lake. The Bobar's elaborate one-story cabin was laid out with the living room, dining room and kitchen located in a row down a long middle section which also featured a high cathedral ceiling that had exposed hand-hewn beams. A V-shaped wall of glass formed the wall of the cabin that faced the lake. There were sliding glass doors in the lake sidewall that opened onto a wide deck. Four bedrooms and two bathrooms were located in wings attached to the center section, with two bedrooms and one bathroom in each wing. Frankie and his parents used the rooms on the lake side of the house. Those rooms also had sliding glass doors that opened onto the deck that ran the full width of the cabin. The two bedrooms located on the side of the cabin away from the lake, where the Tobins and Ervins were sleeping, were the guest bedrooms. Kay's room was on the same end of the house as Frankie's room. Sue and Mike Ervins were in the room on the other end of the house, across the hall from the master bedroom. The house was large, so where Kay stood was a considerable distance from where the other people were sleeping. She looked across the cabin toward the short hallway that led to the other bedrooms and studied it carefully. The bedroom doors in the other wing were shut and no light was coming from under them. "Who'll know if I go in and give Frankie a kiss?" she thought. Trembling, her heart racing, she walked across the hall to the young man's room. She reached out, grasped the doorknob, and turned it. Frankie was having a lot of trouble getting to sleep because he couldn't stop thinking about the woman in the bedroom across the hall and all the things they'd done that day. He still found it hard to believe that it all had really happened and was debating whether or not he should take a chance, get up, and go to Aunt Kay's room. He was positive everyone else was asleep and wasn't worried about getting caught, but he wasn't sure what Aunt Kay would do if he showed up in her room uninvited in the middle of the night. Earlier in the evening, when Mr. Tobin said he was leaving, he had a hard time not showing how excited he was. But, as he laid in bed thinking about what he was going to do, he began worry that Aunt Kay had decided that what they'd done was wrong, and that they should stop. He had almost convinced himself that he'd never have another chance to make love with her when he was startled to hear his door opening. He looked toward the door and when he saw who had opened it, a thrill raced through him and all of his worries were forgotten. It was Aunt Kay! She was wearing a gorgeous white nightgown! She looked almost as pretty in the nightgown as she did naked! He watched wide-eyed, as his lovely visitor moved silently into the room. She put her finger to her lips to indicate silence, but her gesture was really unnecessary. The young man couldn't have said anything, anyhow. He could barely breathe! Frankie, his heart thudding wildly, watched while Aunt Kay carefully closed and locked the door. When that was done, she turned and began to walk across the room toward him. A smile formed on the young man's lips as he watched her move nearer and nearer. Kay may have told herself the only reason she went to Frankie's room was to give him a "good night" kiss, but the minute she was in the room, she knew she wanted to do much, much more. As she walked slowly toward the bed where her young lover lay, she slipped the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Frankie watched the nightgown slither down Aunt Kay's body and stared at her as she moved closer to the bed where he lay. Her nude form glowed beautifully in the moonlight streaming through the sliding glass doors that led onto the deck outside his bedroom. "God, is she ever gorgeous!" he thought. Then she slid into his bed next to him and her wonderful, warm body pressed against his. Her lips and tongue teased his ear and that, combined with the movement of her body against his, made him hard instantly. "I...I hope you don't mind that I'm here, Frankie, but I couldn't sleep," Kay whispered into the young man's ear, making him tremble. "I...I told myself I wanted to give you a kiss, but that's not really what I wanted. I...I have to have you again!" Her hand slid between them, wrapped around his already-erect penis, and a rush of joy swept through her. "Oh, Frankie, darling! Make love to me! I need you so much!" Before the startled and excited young man could do what she asked, she was sitting astride him and rocking her hips, making her wet opening slide along his erect organ, which was pressed against his belly. She bent down and her soft, fragrant hair tumbled onto his face, then her lips found his and locked onto them. Frankie was too aroused to lie still. He trailed his fingers up and down the silken skin covering Aunt Kay's wonderfully curved back. Then he let them glide down to her firm bottom and grabbed a buttock in each hand while her hips continued to move, caressing his trapped erection with her warmth and wetness. Squeezing the firm globes of her bottom in his hands, he pulled her tighter against him while he continued to press himself up against her. Kay felt the urgency in the way the young man was moving against her. "You want me, too, don't you, Frankie, darling?" she murmured. Her voice was husky and had a feral tone. The movement of her hips became more compelling. "You really do!" "You better believe I want you!" the young man replied, hunching his hips upward, pressing his shaft tighter against her damp opening. "I was going nuts lying here thinking about you all alone across the hall. If you hadn't come over here, I'd have probably gone over to your room!" Kay lifted her hips a little, slid her hand between them, and took hold of the young man's engorged penis. Holding it by the shaft, she swept the tip between her damp labia and shuddered with delight. She felt the young man shudder, too. Aunt Kay's actions were driving Frankie wild. All he wanted was to be in her! Then warmth and wetness engulfed the sensitive tip of his rock-hard penis. Ecstasy caused him to gasp when, with a quick movement of her hips, she took him into her. The incursion of the young man's swollen organ sent thrills shooting up Kay's spine. "Oh!" she murmured, shivering with elation. "Oh, darling, that's exactly what I've been lying in my room thinking about!" She leaned forward and kissed him again. "We have to be quiet, though," she whispered after the kiss ended. "We don't want anyone else to hear us!" Frankie was in total agreement. The last thing he wanted was for his parents to find out what he and Aunt Kay were doing. Besides, there was a much more urgent task he had to tend to; satisfying the gorgeous woman riding him. Kay pushed herself up so she was sitting on Frankie and continued to rock her hips. Her movements made her breasts jiggle. She loved the way it felt having the young man's erection in her and was bewitched by the passion that showed on the his face. She was delighted that she seemed to be giving him as much pleasure as he was giving her. Frankie cupped Aunt Kay's breasts in his warm hands and rubbed his thumbs over her erect nipples. In the moonlit room, he could see her face-already flushed-become a mask of passion. Her hands clutched his and pressed them tighter against her chest. "Yes! Oh, God, Frankie, yes!" Kay groaned softly. The rocking motions of her hips grew more fervent. "Oh, Frankie! You can't imagine how good it is to have you in me!!!" she murmured while his swollen organ lashed her insides and his hands caressed her breasts. Frankie loved having Aunt Kay riding him. It was so wild to be able to play with her breasts while they were making love! He kept rocking his hips, making his erection slide up into her. Then, suddenly, she stiffened and he realized he could feel the walls of her vagina rippling on his embedded erection. Her hands clasped his arms, her mouth fell open, and her eyes seemed to glaze over. "Oh! Oh!" Kay moaned, then she clamped her mouth shut and bit her lip. Her body shook as if an earthquake had hit it. The rippling in her snug channel became more and more powerful, milking the young man's throbbing penis. Frankie felt Aunt Kay coming and couldn't hold back any longer. "Ah..." he moaned. His groan of ecstasy was muffled when Aunt Kay leaned down and pressed her mouth against his. Their bodies strained together urgently as, once more, they shared the ultimate in delight. Powerful streams of come gushed from Frankie's pulsing organ, splattering against his lover's cervix. When their desire was finally sated, Kay rolled off Frankie and lay pressed against him with her arms around him. Her face was nestled against his neck and her lips and tongue were caressing him. "I can't get over what a fabulous lover you are, Frankie!" she murmured. "I can't get enough of you." "I can't get enough of you, either, Aunt Kay," Frankie replied, hugging her tightly. "I...I probably shouldn't of taken a chance and come to you like this..." Kay said. "But I..." "If you hadn't come over here, I'd have come to your room," Frankie said. "Oh, Frankie, we really have to be careful," Kay said, more than a little overwhelmed by the powerful attraction the young man held for her. "If we aren't, we'll be caught and that will cause all kinds of problems for both of us." "I know," Frankie said. After snuggling with the young man for a while, Kay kissed him one more time. "I really have to get back to my room, darling," she whispered. "I...I don't want to leave you, but I have to." She got out of bed. Frankie lay there, watching Aunt Kay slide the nightgown over her lean, wonderful body. Kay smiled down at the young man who was gazing at her with such adoration. "I'll see you in the morning, my darling," she whispered. She blew him a kiss, then silently disappeared out the door. "I don't believe this is happening!" Frankie thought as he lay in his bed, staring at the closed door. "This is unreal! Aunt Kay isn't going to stop making love with me. And she's going to be here for the rest of the week!" With a smile of satisfaction on his face, he pulled the covers over him and fell sound asleep. Across the hall, in her bedroom, Kay lay in her bed, feeling the tug of sleep on her. "I can't believe I just did that!" she mused. "What if one of the others had gotten up and caught me coming out of Frankie's room?" She didn't get to mull over her behavior for very long. Soon, happy and satisfied, she too was sound asleep. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 08 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Chapter eight For the first time in her life, Kay didn't need an alarm clock to awaken her the next morning. She awoke bright and early, excited and looking forward to sharing another early-morning swim with Frankie. She knew she was being foolish, that she was taking a huge risk by allowing her affair with the young man to continue, but she couldn't help herself. If there was a chance for her to be alone with him, she was going to take it! She had no idea what would come of all this, or what effect it would have on her marriage and her friendship with the young man's mother, but she no longer cared. She couldn't let Frankie alone and she had decided that she'd deal with whatever problems might come up when those problems arose, and wasn't going to worry about them before then. Once again, she put on her black bikini, slipped an oversized sweatshirt over it, and walked out to the kitchen. Her heart was pounding and her chest felt tight. "I feel like a teenager going to meet her first real boyfriend," she thought as she walked down the hallway of the cabin. She was delighted to find Frankie sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for her. The young man grinned at her. "Ready for another early swim, Aunt Kay?" he asked. Kay smiled, nodded, and said, "I can't wait." "Me, either, let's go," Frankie said. They left the cabin, walked down to the dock, got in the canoe, and Frankie started to paddle out to the raft. "You just finished your freshman year in college, didn't you, Frankie?" Kay asked as the young man paddled the canoe across the still waters. "Yes," Frankie replied. "Do you like college?" she inquired. "What are you studying?" "It isn't bad," Frankie said. "Right now, I took general liberal arts courses last year, but I'm thinking about getting into pre-law, or maybe criminal justice next year. I took a couple of law-enforcement electives last semester and liked it." "Really," Kay said. "Do you want to be a lawyer?" "I haven't decided yet," Frankie said. "I hadn't given much thought to being a lawyer, really, I was thinking more about becoming a cop, actually." Kay was surprised to hear he was considering a law enforcement career. "You are?" she asked. "Isn't being a police officer dangerous?" "That's what Dad and Mom say," Frankie replied, grinning. "I think they kind of wish I'd get over wanting to be a cop. I think they'd like it better if I wanted to be a lawyer, but I think cops have more self-respect. I've met some of the lawyers my dad deals with and they haven't impressed me a lot. I know quite a few cops, and they're pretty good people." "That's in interesting observation," Kay said. The idea that the young man might become a police officer fascinated her. "Did you go to college?" Frankie asked. Kay shook her head. "I wanted to, but my parents couldn't afford to send me," she replied. "After I graduated from high school, I got a job at Stu's company and, well, instead of going to college, I wound up marrying the boss." "You could take courses now," Frankie said. "Like at community college, you know?" Kay had never thought about doing anything like that and, surprisingly, found his suggestion intriguing. "I suppose I could," she said. "I'd never really given it much thought. It might be fun." They reached the raft and, once again, Frankie held the canoe steady so Kay could climb out of the tipsy craft. Frankie tied the canoe to the ladder. "Are you going to push me in again this morning?" he asked, grinning, as he climbed from the canoe onto the raft. Kay smiled back at him and shook her head. "I won't," she replied, "if you promise not to throw me in." "I promise," the young man replied. He peeled off his T-shirt and dove into the water. Kay felt her heart pounding while she shed her sweatshirt. When it was off she dove into the lake after him. The cool water shocked her and, when she surfaced, Frankie was there. He immediately pulled her into his arms and kissed her. There was something about his kisses that touched her in a way no kisses ever had before. And the heat of his body pressing against hers, warmed her. She could feel his erect penis pressing against her leg through his swimming suit. "Frankie! What...what are...are you doing?" she gasped. "What do you think I'm doing?" the grinning young man replied. His hand slid up over her bare belly. Then he cupped her breast and began rubbing his thumb over her nipple through the top of her swimsuit. "Frankie, we...we shouldn't be doing this...not here," Kay gasped. Despite her protests, she could feel desire roaring alive inside her. This was unreal! All he had to do was touch her and she was turned on! She'd never been like this with Stu, not even when they first got married. Once, before her marriage, a man had come close to affecting her this powerfully, but that was a long, long time ago, and it was something she'd tried to forget for years. And even that hadn't been as wonderful as this was. "Somebody...somebody might...see us." "The raft is between us and shore and there's nobody else out on the lake," Frankie replied. "Nobody can see anything. Come on; let's get closer to the raft. I'm having trouble keeping my head out of the water." They moved closer to the raft. Frankie hung on to the ladder with one hand, and Kay clutched it with both hands. "Frankie, we can't do anything out here," she murmured. But, the reality was, they were doing something, at least Frankie was, and it was having a very delightful effect on her. She felt herself trembling while the young man's hand slid over her body, stimulating her more and more with every caress. "How...how can we? It's...it's too dangerous." "I can do this," the young man replied. He slid his hand down over her belly and inside the bottom of her suit. His fingers began toying with her vagina, and then he found her clit. He took it between his thumb and forefinger and began stroking it, just as if he was jerking her off. Kay shuddered as thrills continued to sweep through her. She couldn't believe Frankie was doing this to her in broad daylight in the middle of the lake! And that he was turning her on this much! She never dreamed anything like this would happen while they were swimming! It suddenly occurred to her that, maybe, they could make love here! Her hand slid inside the waistband of his swimsuit and her fingers wrapped around his erect penis. "Two can play at this game, buster!" she murmured. She felt the young man shudder when she began to stroke his erect penis. "Do...do you think, maybe, we...we can make love here, in the water?" Frankie gasped. "We'll have to be quiet, though, sound really carries over the lake." Kay looked around. "Maybe," she replied softly, "if you stand on the ladder!" The young man placed himself with his feet on the ladder's bottom rungs and his back to the raft. Kay turned so she was facing him, straddled his legs, put her feet on the bottom rung and pressed against him. "This just might work," she thought. "Take me, Frankie!" she said urgently. "Now, darling! I need you!" She no longer cared whether anyone saw them or not, just so he put that swollen organ of his in her! Frankie cupped his lover's buttocks in his hands and pulled her against him. He felt her warm hand guide his erection to her middle, and then she pushed the panel of her swimsuit aside and lowered herself onto his swollen spear. Warmth flooded through him as she sank onto him. "Oh God, Aunt Kay!" he gasped, "I don't believe we're doing this! This is fantastic!" "Yes!!! Oh, darling, darling, yes!!!" Kay moaned softly. She wrapped her arms around the young man's neck while her body began to struggle against his. His erection lashed wildly inside her, giving her totally new and exciting feelings. "Already!" she murmured when, without warning, an orgasm burst through her. "Oh, Frankie! Oh, Frankie! Now, darling! Oh! Oh! Now! Take me! Take me! Oh...Frankie...take me!" A powerful orgasm exploded through her and caused her quaking body to generate waves on the calm surface of the lake. "Yeah!" Frankie moaned in reply, forcing himself to contain his urge to scream his joy to the world, "Oh, yeah!" When his seed poured out of him and flooded into his partner his hands tightened involuntarily, squeezing her bottom, making his fingers sink into her soft flesh. After they finished, they clung to the ladder, pressed together, their arms circling each other. Kay kissed the young man who had the magical power to make her feel so wonderful. "Frankie, we...we can't keep letting ourselves lose control like this. We...we have to...to be more careful," she gasped. "We...we're going to get caught if...if we keep doing things like this! We...we have to learn to control ourselves." "I...I know," Frankie replied. "But...I...I can't help myself. You...you're so pretty and sexy and..." "Darling, I want you just as much as you want me," Kay replied, "and I have no intention of missing any chances we might have to make love, but we do have to be careful." "OK," Frankie said. "Now let me go so I can get up on the raft," Kay said, "If someone's watching and we don't show up, they're liable to send someone out to see if something happened to us." "Yeah, OK," Frankie said. He kissed her gently, then he let her climb out of the water. He swam a couple of laps around the raft, then he climbed up onto the raft with her. They lay next to each other on the raft for a while, talking about different things. Kay was surprised how mature Frankie was, and how easily he and she were able to converse about things, including things that she never considered discussing with her husband. The young man listened to her and seemed to value what she had to say. Stu always put her ideas down. Frankie didn't. She found that new and endearing. After a while they got in the canoe and paddled back to shore. "I was just about to call you two," Frankie's mother said when he and Kay walked into the house. "Breakfast's ready." After breakfast, Kay and Sue began cleaning off the table. Frankie walked down the hallway and into his bedroom. He had just opened his closet door when his mother knocked, then walked in. "Franklin, there's something I need to talk to you about," she said. She had a serious look on her face that the young man couldn't figure out. "It's about Kay." "Ah...what about her, Mom?" the young man replied. His insides went cold and he found it hard to breathe. Had she seen some of the things he'd been doing with Aunt Kay? Was she going to yell at him? "Well, with Stu gone, Kay's kind of a fifth wheel, you know?" his mother replied. "I know it's imposing on you, but there are things we planned to do that are for couples. Like tonight. We have dinner reservations and tickets to the Mountain Playhouse. I know you probably don't want to be hanging out with the adults all week, but I was wondering if you might at least be willing to be Kay's escort tonight." She paused. "Honey, I know I'm asking a lot of you and I know you may have other plans," she continued, "but..." Frankie couldn't believe what his mother was suggesting. She wanted him to act as Aunt Kay's date! Of course, if he went out with his parents and the Ervins as Aunt Kay's escort they wouldn't be able to do anything, but he would be with her, which was almost as good. "Hey, Mom, no problem," he said, grinning. "I don't mind. You know how much I love Aunt Kay. I'll be glad to help you out." "Are you sure, honey?" his mother asked, "I mean..." "Don't worry about it, Mom," Frankie said. "Look, Aunt Kay's only going to be here the rest of this week and I'd hate to see her vacation spoiled. I've got the rest of the summer to do other things, right?" "I...I guess so," his mother replied. She smiled. "Frankie, you really are a darling. Thank you." She gave the young man a hug and kiss, then left his room. After she and Sue finished doing the dishes, Kay went back to her room and changed from her swimsuit into jeans and a dark blue T-shirt. Feeling bold, she decided not to put on a bra. Once she was dressed, she went back out to the living room. "I feel like taking a walk," she said. "Anyone want to come with me?" Mike and Sue, sitting on the sofa, both declined. "I have some laundry I have to get done," Gloria said. "Then Mel and I have to run into town and do a little shopping." "I-I'll go for a walk with you, Aunt Kay, if that's OK with you," Frankie ventured. He felt his heart pounding, and hoped it wasn't so loud his folks could hear it. "Thank you Frankie, that's very sweet of you," Kay replied. The young man's offer had caused her pulse rate to increase substantially, too. They left the cabin, and started down the road that ran behind the cabins. "Frankie, wouldn't you really rather be with someone your own age?" Kay asked as they strolled down the road. Frankie looked at her."What do you mean?" he asked, wearing a puzzled look on his face. "Why wouldn't I want to be with you?" "Well, your mother mentioned that there was a girl your age up here..." Kay said, "Wouldn't you rather be with her?" "No," Frankie replied, "I'd rather be with you." "Oh," Kay said. Even though she knew it was wrong for her to feel that way, she was delighted beyond belief by his words. "Come on, Aunt Kay," Frankie said. He took his companion's hand and turned onto a partially overgrown logging road that led into the woods. "I want to show you something." "What is it you want to show me, Frankie?" Kay asked as she followed the young man into the forest. Her pulse rate increased the farther they got from the road. She had an idea Frankie might want to do more than just show her something and couldn't wait to see what he had in mind. "You'll see," Frankie replied, grinning. After they'd gone far enough into the forest so they were out of sight of the road Kay stopped. "Frankie, are you going to tell me where you're taking me?" she asked. The young man turned to her and grinned. "You'll see when we get there," he replied. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "I think you'll like it." He stepped closer, pulled her into his arms, bent his head, and kissed her lightly. When the kiss ended, Kay looked over Frankie's shoulder and saw something moving in the woods. "Look!" she exclaimed softly. "A deer!" Off in the underbrush, the head of a deer with two spike antlers was visible. The young buck stood there, watching them carefully. After the animal studied them for a few minutes, it turned and, with it's white tail flashing, disappeared into the woods. "I think it so wonderful the deer are around like that," Kay said as she and the young man stood watching the gorgeous animal. "They're really beautiful. And they don't seem to be bothered by people, either." "Enough people live here year round so the deer are used to having humans around," Frankie said. "And we feed them, so they keep showing up. Sometimes we manage to get one of them tame enough to eat out of our hands." "Everything about this place is wonderful," Kay said. "It just feels good to be here." "I know what you mean. I love being here at the lake more than I like being anywhere else," Frankie said. "It's kind of hard to describe. I mean, I've been coming up here ever since I was a little kid, you know. And there's always been some kind of special feeling here for me. It's, I don't know..." "I know what you mean, it really is almost magical here, isn't it?" Kay said softly. The young man smiled and nodded. "Magical," he said. "Yeah, that's exactly the word. This place is magical." "I feel it, too," Kay told him. "Maybe it's magical because I'm with you, my darling," she thought. "You're letting this get too serious," an inner voice warned her. "You could wind up getting hurt, and so could Frankie." She shook the feelings off. She didn't want to think about the future, not when the present was so wonderful. Frankie tugged on her hand and said, "Come on. We're almost there." Kay followed Frankie along the overgrown road. She really did like the silence and peace in the woods. There was something comforting about it. And there really was a magical quality about this place. As he led her deeper and deeper into the forest, she became more and more sure that he had something exciting in mind, and she began to experience anticipation. At last they reached a small clearing. At the edge of the clearing, a small cabin was nestled among a stand of pines. "What's that cabin?" she asked. "It's a place where the hunters go to rest and eat lunch during hunting season," Frankie explained. "It started out as kind of a lean-to, but they kept adding to it, until it got like it is now. Come on, its neat inside." He started toward the cabin, tugging her along with him. Frankie opened the door. Kay looked into the cabin and was surprised. There was a small wood stove in the middle of the cabin's only room and, along one wall, were a table and some rough-looking benches. Along one wall was a bed made out of logs. "The hunters usually get together and eat lunch here. Sometimes some of the older guys take a nap," Frankie explained. Kay stood next to Frankie and felt her heart begin to beat even faster. The young man was amazing. He kept finding ways for them to be alone together. Frankie closed the cabin's door. "I thought, maybe, it would be a good place for us to be alone, too," he said softly. Then he pulled Kay into his arms and their lips met. The kiss they shared left both of them breathless. When it ended, he guided her to the bed, laid down on it, and pulled her down on top of him. Kay kissed Frankie, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and lashing it against his. While they kissed she felt his hands slide under her T-shirt and up over her bare back. His eyes widened and a smile formed on his lips. "Oh, wow!" he exclaimed. "You...you aren't wearing a bra!" "I hoped you'd like that," Kay murmured. "I did it on purpose, for you." His gentle caresses continued and, as they always did, they were turning her on. When the kiss ended, they rolled onto their sides. Kay helped Frankie take her T-shirt off, then she sucked in her belly so he could unfasten the button at the waist of her jeans. He slid the jeans and panties down over her hips, pulled them off and dropped them on the floor. Then he slid on top of her. She began to rock her hips against him. "I want you, Frankie!" she murmured. "I want you to make love to me!" Frankie got up and removed his clothes, then he laid on top of Aunt Kay again. When he did, his erection-as if guided by invisible forces-slid between her need-slickened labia and into her quivering channel. Kay was a surprised as Frankie when his erection entered her. "Oh, Frankie!" she cooed, "Oh, yes, darling that feels so wonderful!" "Yeah, it sure does, doesn't it?" Frankie agreed. He started to move his hips, making his swollen rod slide in and out of her. He found that he was able to maintain a vestige of control, so he kept his pace slow and tantalizing. Making love with Aunt Kay here, in this secluded cabin, was really neat. He'd had fantasies about doing something like this for years, and had tried a couple of times to get Vicky to come out here with him, but she never would. Now he was glad Vicky had turned him down because he was getting a chance to make love with Aunt Kay here and he liked that a lot better than he would have if it had been Vicky! "Oh, Frankie, you can't imagine how wonderful I feel when you're in me!" Kay whispered. She locked her legs around the young man and began to work her middle against him, savoring his slow, delightful thrusts. "It's heavenly!" "Yeah! It sure is!" Frankie agreed. The fantastic sensations he was experiencing were slowly heightening into raging need. It was harder and harder for him to keep his movements slow and steady. "I...Ah! ...I'm not...Oh!...sure I can...wait much...too...too much longer!" he groaned. "It...It feels too good!" A Week In The Mountains Ch. 08 "Oh, darling, don't wait!" Kay moaned in reply. She moved her hips against him more insistently, "Come, Frankie, darling! Take me! Take me!" "Yeah! Oh, yeah!" Frankie cried. The sweetest orgasm he'd experienced with Aunt Kay yet exploded through him. "Oh, God, Aunt Kay!! Oh! Oh" Kay felt the young man's sizzling juices gushing into her and was carried along with him into paroxysms of joy. "Oh! Oh, Frankie, yes! Yes!" she cried while her body went into spasms of ecstasy, "Take me! Take me! Oh! Oh, Frankie darling! Oh!" When they finished, they lay side-by-side on the cot. Frankie combed his fingers through his lover's soft, curly hair. "I love your hair," he murmured. "It feels so soft and it smells so good." Kay loved how attentive and loving Frankie was. Even in the old days, when there was still some romance in their marriage, Stu had never spent much time cuddling after they made love. "I love having you touch it, Frankie," she replied. "It's been a long time since anyone's paid me the kind of attention you do." "Your husb...Mr. Tobin, he...he doesn't do stuff like that?" the young man asked, sounding surprised. "I...I can't remember the last time he even talked with me after we've made love," Kay said. She was uncomfortable talking about Stu with the young man and hoped they'd change the subject. Talking about her husband when she was with Frankie made her feel guilty about what she was doing. A question had been hovering in Frankie's mind ever since the first time he and Aunt Kay made love and he decided to find out the answer, if he could. He took a deep breath. "Since we...you and I...since we started making love..." he ventured, "...have...have you...?" Kay realized what the young man wanted to know and shook her head. "No, I haven't made love with Stu since then," she murmured. "Remember, he went home the night we...we began. But Frankie, I...I want you to understand that what we have can't possibly be permanent. I...I am married and..." Frankie looked puzzled, and a little hurt. "What...what do you mean?" he asked. He started trailing his fingers lightly up and down her bare arm. "Why can't it be?" Kay took a deep breath. This was something she really didn't want to discuss, but she had to make sure Frankie understood what their relationship was, even if she wasn't sure how to define it herself. "Frankie, first of all, I'm old enough to be your mother," she said. "And second, I am married. We...we can have a wonderful time this week, but after the week's over..." She felt tears welling up in her eyes and shrugged. The last thing she wanted to think about was living without this wonderful young man. "Oh," Frankie replied, looking a little crestfallen. "You mean after this week, we'll never do this again?" "I don't know, but it's entirely possible that might be the case," Kay said. She shrugged. "Who...who knows what will happen in the future? But one thing I'm sure of is that a year from now, things will be different. When you go back to school, you'll probably find a girl, and..." "Maybe," the young man said, "but until then..." He pushed her onto her back and covered her lips with his. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 09 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Chapter nine After they made love a second time in the little cabin, Frankie and Kay got dressed and headed back to the Bobar cabin. "I forgot to tell you," Frankie told his companion as they walked through the woods. "Mom came to my room to talk about you and me after breakfast." "A...about me...uh...us...you and me?" Kay stammered in reply. His words sent a rush of anxiety racing through her. "What...what about me?" Frankie grinned. "Well, since your husband had to go home, and they had planned to do some things that are for couples," he said, "Mom wanted to know if I'd kind of, you know, be your date. Like for going out to dinner tonight, and going to the Mountain Theater." Kay breathed a sigh of relief. "Frankie!" she exclaimed, "You had me worried. I thought you were going to say she'd said something to you about us." The young man's grin got wider. "Well, it was kinda about us, wasn't it?" he replied. Kay shook her head and gave him an exasperated look. "Well, yes, but that wasn't what I thought you meant," Kay said. "I know, you should have seen the look on your face when I first told you," Frankie said, grinning. "Frankie, you are a devil," Kay giggled. "Boy, you had quite a walk, didn't you Kay?" Gloria Bobar commented when Kay and Frankie finally returned to the cabin. "Frankie must have given you the grand tour." Gloria was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on lunch. The dining room table was already set. "Ah, yes, he did," Kay replied. "He...he showed me lots of interesting things. We...we saw a deer. A buck. And on the way back, we saw some wild turkeys, too. It was a mother with some babies. They were so cute." "They are adorable, aren't they?" Gloria said. "They're so tiny when they're babies, but it doesn't take long for them to grow up. I'm so glad the board went along with letting the state stock the wild turkeys a few years ago, it's really been wonderful having them around." After they ate lunch, the women spent the afternoon playing cards while Frankie's father and Mike Ervins took the canoe out on the lake and fished. Frankie fished off the dock for a while, then he put his fishing gear away, went to the woodpile behind the garage, and began splitting wood and stacking it in the woodshed attached to the side of the house near the front deck. He worked on that until his mother called him and told him it was time to get cleaned up so they could go out to dinner. For her evening at the theater, Kay picked a navy and white striped sleeveless shirt with a collar that fit snugly around her neck, and a long white wrap-around skirt. Under it she wore a satin knit bra and matching thong bikini. She decided she didn't need pantyhose because she was wearing a long skirt. The hostess at the restaurant where they had dinner seated them in a table located in a dimly lit corner that was a combination of booth and table and chairs. Kay and Frankie were in the corner on the bench, while Frankie's parents and the Ervins were seated in chairs around the table. A waiter arrived, took their order for cocktails and appetizers, and left. A few minutes later, he brought their drinks and took their meal order, then left again. Kay picked up her drink and sipped it. While she did, she let her arm fall into her lap, and then she slid it onto Frankie's leg and began to run her fingers up and down it very lightly. She felt daring making advances to him in front of the others and knew she shouldn't be doing it, but she couldn't help herself. "So, Frankie," Mike Ervin said, "Have you ever been to a play before?" "Ah...yeah," the young man replied. He was having more than a little trouble focussing on conversation, given what Aunt Kay was doing to him under the table. The light teasing of her fingers had him nearly hard. "I'm, ah, was in the drama club in high school. We went to New York and saw a couple of plays on Broadway. And we, uh, did the play we're going to see tonight as our senior class play." "Really?" Mrs. Ervin asked. "What part did you play?" "Ah, nothing big. I was in some of the crowd scenes and in the chorus," the young man said. While Frankie carried on his conversation with the Ervins and his parents, Kay moved her hand between his legs, slid it up to his crotch, and discovered that he had an erection. "It's good he's not wearing tight pants," she thought. She also noted that he shifted his body to give her better access to him. She didn't know what had gotten into her; she'd never had the courage to do anything like this before in her life. Although it was extremely difficult, Frankie did manage to keep up his end of the conversation he was having with the other adults about the play while, at the same time, he was stifling his responses to the feelings Aunt Kay's hand was conferring on him. What she was doing really felt good, so he decided to reciprocate. He laid his hand gently on her leg and started to caress her legs through her skirt. "I hope they do a good job with this play," Mike Ervins said. "Sometimes these amateur companies do a crappy job." "I heard they have professional actors working at Mountain Theater," Kay commented. When Frankie's fingers began trailing over her legs, she leaned back in the booth. The delightful sensations resulting from the young man's surreptitious caresses were causing her to become powerfully aroused. And the fact that he was giving them to her under such risky circumstances only served to add to the thrills she felt. "Actually, we've been to a lot of plays at the Mountain Playhouse over the years and they've always been quite good," Gloria Bobar commented. "In fact, Frankie talked about trying out for the theater's company this summer." "Really, Frankie?" Sue Ervins responded. "That sounds like it might have been an exciting experience. What made you decide not to do it?" Frankie nodded and took a deep breath before he answered. Aunt Kay was making him nuts, doing what she was doing to him. "I, ah, I did think about it," he replied, "I even had an interview with the manager. But when I found out how much time it was going to take, I decided not to. I wouldn't have had any time to do fun stuff." "Like what I'm doing right now," he thought wryly. "But wouldn't it have given you a chance to meet girls?" Sue asked. "I mean, there are a lot of girls your age in the company, aren't there?" "Yeah, maybe," Frankie replied. He shrugged. "I...I don't do real well with girls, though." "You're doing just fine with me!" Kay thought as a soft shudder raced through her. "God!" While Frankie talked with his parents and the Ervins, he slid his hand to the inside of Kay's thigh and caressed it through her skirt. She parted her legs and hoped fervently that none of the other people in their party could see what she and the young man were doing to each other under the table. She found the situation, though dicey, incredibly erotic and exciting. Everyone else was talking and nobody appeared to notice that anything untoward was happening across the table from them. It was growing more and more difficult for her to conceal the excitement growing inside her as Frankie's caresses continued. When she felt Frankie's hand move onto her bare flesh and had to stifle a gasp. He had managed to slide it inside the slit at the side of her wrap-around skirt and onto her bare thigh. His fingers began to trail lightly over her inner thigh while waves of pleasure continued to radiate through her. While Kay sat there silently, nearly overwhelmed by the feelings sweeping through her, Frankie continued his conversation with the others at the table as if nothing unusual was happening. He, like Kay, was getting a big kick out of what they were doing. Kay, stunned but electrified, felt the young man's hand slide farther and farther up between her legs, moving nearer and nearer to her vagina. She could feel herself growing wet with the effluent of arousal and was glad she decided to wear panties. A shudder raced through her as his fingers traced lightly over her tingling opening through the damp crotch of her panties. She glanced over at Frankie and couldn't believe how cool he looked. He was sitting there, calmly carrying on a conversation, while under the table, his finger was moving up and down, caressing her moist fissure, making her want to cry out in joy. Frankie had her as aroused as she believed it was possible to be without coming. In fact, she was sure he'd make her come any second and didn't know how she'd explain that away once it happened. Then, suddenly, his hand left her. Some of the passion she had been experiencing ebbed a tiny bit, but all of it and more returned when his hand slipped back between her legs, his fingers hooked aside the leg of her panties, and one finger slid into her. "Kay, are you all right?" Gloria Bobar asked. "You look flushed. Are you sure you're over whatever was bothering you yesterday? This hasn't been a very good vacation for you, has it?" Kay forced a calm look on her face and a smile on her lips. She shook her head. "I...I'm, ah, I'm fine, Gloria," she replied. "I...I guess my drink was a little...um stronger than I expected. I...I don't drink that much and...well, don't worry, I...I'm fine. I...I really am." She took a deep breath and added, "I...I'm having a wonderful time, don't worry about that." "God, you'd have a fit if you know what a wonderful time I'm really having...and why," she mused. When the waiter arrived and began placing their food on the table, Frankie finally took his hand from Kay's leg, giving it a final squeeze as he did. He calmly picked up his fork and began to eat his meal. Kay managed to calm herself down enough to eat. The meal was excellent and she wound up eating everything on her plate. She even ordered a very rich dessert, something she seldom did. After the meal was over they sat and talked over cups of coffee for a while, then they got up and headed for the theater. Kay and Frankie had to share the back seat of the car with Sue Ervins, so they couldn't do anything on the ride from the restaurant to the theater, a fact that disappointed both of them. When they arrived at the theater, Frankie's parents went to get the tickets while Frankie and Kay stood on the porch of the converted barn where the theater was housed, talking with Sue and Mike Ervins. After a few moments, the young man's parents returned, looking unhappy. "I don't believe this!" Frankie's father grumbled. "Dammit! We called early enough, if they didn't have the tickets I wanted, they should have told me then." "What's the matter?" Sue Ervins asked. "Didn't they have enough tickets for us?" "They had enough tickets, but the ticket clerk said they didn't have six seats together," Frankie's mother replied. "All they had was four seats together downstairs, and two up in the balcony." "That's OK, Gloria," Kay replied. "Frankie and I can sit in balcony, the four of you can sit together. I don't mind. Do you, Frankie?" "No, I don't mind," Frankie replied, stifling a grin. "Are you sure, Kay?" Gloria replied. "You really don't mind?" Kay shook her head. "It isn't a problem, really," she said. "I'm sure Frankie and I will be able to see the play just fine from the balcony." Frankie was anything but disappointed. This unexpected development didn't disappoint him at all. It meant he'd get to be alone with Aunt Kay and, quite possibly, offered them an unanticipated opportunity to have some fun. "It doesn't matter to me where I sit," he said. "Don't be so upset, Dad." "Well, as long as you don't mind, Kay," Gloria said. "Here are your tickets." She handed them to her friend and Frankie and Kay turned and walked up the stairs to the balcony, which was located in what once had been the barn's hay loft. The balcony seats Frankie and Kay had were at the end of a row, and were separated from the rest of the balcony seats by a large pillar. That meant no one else would be sitting close to them. Not long after they took their seats, the theater lights dimmed and the play began. "Isn't it neat the way this worked out?" Frankie commented. He leaned over and gave Kay a kiss on the cheek. Kay looked around nervously. It looked as if the closest people were watching the play intently, so she relaxed. "Ah...Frankie, remember what I was telling you earlier today?" she said, "About how we need to be careful?" Frankie nodded. "Yeah, I remember," he replied. "Were you being careful back in the restaurant?" Kay felt herself blushing and shook her head. "Ah...I...I guess I wasn't, was I?" she admitted. "Do...do you have any idea how turned on you had me?" "Were you really turned on?" Frankie asked, grinning. Kay nodded. "I was sure you were going to make me come any second," she said softly. Frankie laid his jacket over the arm of the chair, so it was covering her lap, then his hand slid under the jacket and onto her leg and he began to caress her again. "Well, then," he said softly, "maybe I ought to do it some more. I mean, I don't want to let you hanging, do I?" Thrills began sweeping through Kay again as the young man's fingers slid inside her skirt and plunged between her legs. "Frankie...I...I don't think you were listening to what I...I said any...any more than...I...was...earlier," she murmured. "Yeah, I was," Frankie replied. "I am being careful. It's dark in here. Nobody can see what I'm doing." "Oh!!!" Kay moaned softly when his hand slid up between her bare thighs. "You dickens!" She parted her legs, knowing that in the dimly lit theater, with them sitting where they were, nobody could see what he was doing to her. Frankie's continued to run his fingers lightly up and down her bare leg. "Does this feel good, Aunt Kay?" he asked. He didn't need to ask. He could tell from the look on her face that she liked what he was doing to her. "Mmmmmmnnnn!!!" Kay murmured when his fingers once again swept over her damp, panty-covered opening. She found herself temporarily unable to form coherent speech. He slid his hands down her inner thigh, then they reversed course and began moving toward her vagina again. She could feel her nipples growing hard. This was so naughty! And so exciting! "Frankie, you're awful," she whispered, grateful to be able to speak again. She clutched the young man's arm as wild emotions infiltrated her. This was so crazy and so exciting! "Want me to stop?" the young man asked. His hand stopped moving. Kay was so turned on that was the last thing she wanted him to do. "No! Please!" she whispered. She pushed at his hand. "No...nobody can see us. You don't have to stop. Oh, darling, that feels so good!" "OK, if you're sure that's what you want," Frankie said and resumed what he was doing. The fantastic feelings returned and Kay felt his hand resume its journey toward her vagina. She was still wet from what he'd done to her in the restaurant and stiffened in anticipation of the wonderful feelings she'd experience when he touched her middle. He began stroking her through the shiny, damp material of her panties with his fingers, once more reducing her to a panting, squirming bundle of need. Up and down between her need-moistened labia the young man's finger moved, causing her hips to begin involuntary movements in response. Then his finger hit her clit and a powerful burst of rapture raced through her. "Frankie, darling, you...Ah! ...are driving me...Ah!...wild!" Kay gasped while his finger continued to rub back and forth over the wonderfully sensitive part of her anatomy. The fact that this was happening in a public place made the thrills she was experiencing even more intense. Her head lay on his shoulder and her fingers dug into his arm while her body trembled uncontrollably and she gasped for breath. It wasn't long before Frankie had Kay right on the verge of coming. She was sure he'd make her come any second and didn't know how she'd be able to stop herself. Then his caresses stopped and she began to calm down. He only gave her a short break, however. After a few seconds, his hand again slid between her legs. He hooked aside the center panel of her panties and slid his finger into her. "Frankie! Oh!" Kay whispered when she felt the young man's finger enter her. Rapturous fireworks began to explode behind her tightly closed eyes, and she felt her insides churning even more wildly. His finger thrust in and out while his thumb moved rapidly over her clit and she felt what little control she had fleeing. She fought the overwhelming feelings sweeping through her, but it seemed the harder she tried to get control, the less control she had. She wanted to tell him to stop, but she was sure if she opened her mouth, her frantic moans of ecstasy would come out. "Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm coming! I'm coming! Ah! Ah!" Kay thought when, at last, release swept through her. She clamped her mouth shut and bit her tongue while Frankie's caresses continued, gorging her with intense sensations of bliss. She tried keep what was happening from showing, but wasn't able to conceal her explosion perfectly. Her hips rocked fervently in the theater seat and she gasped for breath. Frankie heard Aunt Kay making what were almost panting sounds and felt her shaking. He knew she was coming and was delighted. He sat there, watching her, as she worked her way through the explosion of pleasure. She looked so wild when she was coming! When her orgasm eventually ended he slid his hand out of her skirt and wiped it on his seat. Kay's head was still lying on the young man's shoulder, her heart was still racing, and she continued to gasp for breath. "Oh, Frankie!" she whispered, "I...I can't believe I let you do that to me." "You mad at me 'cause I did?" Frankie asked. Kay felt herself blushing and shook her head. "No, I guess not," she admitted. "God! That was so intense!" They actually watched the remainder of the first act of the play, and then they joined the rest of their group for refreshments during intermission. "I'd have to say spending a week in the mountains has been good for you, Kay," Gloria Bobar commented while they drank their sodas. "For the last couple of days you've been positively glowing." "Ah...I...I do feel better than I have in quite a while," Kay replied. She felt her face growing warm. "It certainly has been a wonderful vacation so far." The theater lights blinked, signaling the end of intermission and they returned to their seats and finished watching the play. There was no more sex play. After the play, they stopped at a little coffeehouse and had coffee and dessert. Kay and Frankie were silent while the others discussed how wonderful the play was. They couldn't join in a lot of the conversation since they'd only seen the second act. Then they went home. The adults stayed up and kept talking about the play, but Frankie went to bed. He had hoped everyone would go to bed when he did, and that Aunt Kay would come to his room. But, as he lay in his bed looking at his watch, he started to get discouraged. It was a little after two A.M. They'd been home for over two hours. It looked as if Aunt Kay wasn't going to be paying him a visit tonight. He pulled the covers over himself, rolled on his side and fell asleep. He hadn't been asleep long when he woke with a start. Somebody, a naked somebody, a naked female somebody, was lying next to him in his bed! "I didn't think the rest of them would ever go to bed," Kay whispered. "God, the last thing I wanted to do was stay up all night talking about that damn play." Her hand slid over the young man's belly and wrapped around his swollen penis, which had begun to stiffen the minute he realized she was in bed with him. "Oh, Frankie darling!" she purred, "I like the way this feels! Were you dreaming about me, my darling?" A Week In The Mountains Ch. 09 "Ah...yeah, I sure was, Aunt Kay!" Frankie replied. What she was doing to his penis felt so fantastic! "I have a special surprise for you, to reward you for what you did to me earlier," Kay whispered. She pulled the covers off and pushed Frankie onto his back Before the young man realized what Aunt Kay intended to do, she had taken his erection in her mouth. Powerful rushes of passion rapidly overwhelmed him when her mouth began to slide up and down over his rapidly stiffening pole. The fact that her hair had tumbled over his middle and was tickling him intensified the already wild sensations he was feeling. After sucking the young man's swollen organ for a while, Kay slid on top of him. She had thought about letting him come in her mouth and finding out what that would be like, but she wanted to have him in her even more. She held his engorged wand steady and began lowering herself onto it. Frankie was once again astounded by how wonderful it felt to be sliding into Aunt Kay's hot channel. His hips surged powerfully off the bed and he grabbed her hips and held her tightly against him as he moved his hips, plunging his stiff organ up into her. "Oh, Frankie darling! You always make me feel so wonderful!" Kay groaned softly. Her breasts bobbed and her body quaked while the young man continued to thrust his erection into her. "Frankie! Oh, darling! I've been thinking about this ever since we got home!" Frankie's hips kept moving, continuing to ram his steel-hard wand into her. He knew he was going to come soon, and wouldn't be able to do that without yelling, so he pulled his lover down against him and clamped his lips over hers. Kay felt herself coming. "Mmmmm! Mmmm!" she groaned into Frankie's mouth while her body went into a rictus of ecstasy. "Mmmm! Mmmmm!! Mmmmm!" Frankie's quivering body released a hot, surging flood, filling his lover's quavering hole to overflowing. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her buttocks as he spewed his seed into her. Sated, Kay lay on top of the young man, with his arms around her. She bent and kissed him softly. "I know its wrong, so wrong, for me to want you so badly, my darling," she whispered, "but, God help me, I can't stay away from you!" She kissed him tenderly. "I guess I better get back to my room. Are we going swimming again in the morning?" "You better believe we are!" Frankie replied. "There's no way I'd miss that!" Kay kissed him again. "I'll see you in the morning, then, my darling," she said. She slipped out of bed, put on her nightgown, and left the room. Frankie rolled over and, totally exhausted and satisfied, went back to sleep. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 10 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Frankie and Kay went swimming the next morning and managed to get in another quick session of lovemaking in the cool water while they did. All too soon, they returned to the cabin to have breakfast with the others. After breakfast Frankie's father said he had a lot to do that day. Both the young man and Mike Ervins helped Mel work on chores around the cabin while the three women worked inside, cleaning up the cabin. They were all so busy the two clandestine lovers weren't able to manage any time alone the rest of the day. Fortunately for both of them, the other people at the cabin didn't notice the longing looks Frankie and Kay kept giving each other during the day. What made the day even harder for Frankie was that Aunt Kay had on a loose ribbed-knit white sweatshirt and soft-looking teal green loose cotton shorts. All day he kept imagining what it would feel like to run his hands up her smooth legs, under those shorts and touch her middle. His thoughts caused him to have half a hard-on most of the day, which made it that much harder to work. After they finished their chores, the men went fishing and the women played cards until it was time for dinner. After they finished eating, did the dishes, and cleared the table, they played a six-way game of "Trivial Pursuits." Frankie and Kay teamed up and, because Frankie was very good at the game, he and his partner won three games easily. "I knew letting the kid watch all that TV had to be good for something," Frankie's father grumped after the third game ended. "I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of beating me again, I'm going to bed." He got up and disappeared down the hallway. Mike Ervins pushed his chair back from the table. "Me, too," he said, "You coming, Sue?" "You better believe I am," his wife replied coyly. She giggled. "I love the effect this mountain air has had on you this week." Blushing, Mike Ervins got up and headed down the hallway to the bedroom he and his wife were using, followed by his grinning wife. "I'm going to bed, too," Gloria Bobar said. "I'm pooped. How about you, Kay?" "Ah...I think I'm going to take Frankie up on an offer he made me earlier in the week," Kay replied. "Oh, what offer was that?" her friend asked. "He promised me a midnight canoe ride," Kay told her friend. "He told me it was really lovely out on the lake in the middle of the night." "That sounds like something Frankie would say," Gloria said, smiling. "When he was younger, he and his friends were always out on the lake at night, chasing each other around in their canoes. Weren't you, honey?" Frankie was delighted to hear Aunt Kay suggest a moonlight canoe ride. He'd been hoping for the chance to share one with her ever since he mentioned it earlier in the week. "Ah, yeah, Mom, that's because it's fun, you know?" he replied, his face red. "Well, you two have a good time," Gloria said. She stifled a yawn. "I'm bushed. I'm going to bed." She grinned at her son. "Don't keep Kay up too late, now, Frankie." She gave the young man a kiss, then went to bed. "Are you sure you trust being alone with me out on the lake at night?" Frankie asked Kay once his mother had left the room. Kay grinned at him. "Of course I trust being on the lake with you, Frankie," she replied, "Come on." She took his hand and started for the door. Ten minutes later they were moving almost silently across the lake in the canoe. Kay was sitting in the middle of the small craft facing Frankie. The bright moonlight made it possible for her to see him a lot better than she thought it would. What really surprised her, though, was how silently they were gliding through the water. She could barely hear the burbling noise the paddle made as they young man propelled the canoe over the surface of the lake. "I can't believe how quiet it is out here on the water at night," Kay commented. She realized she was keeping her voice low, as if she didn't want to disturb the silence. "It's one of the reasons I talked my Dad into buying this kind of canoe," Frankie told her. "Some of my friends have aluminum canoes. You can hear them coming from a mile away. When I told Dad that if we could hear the canoe, the fish probably could, too, he decided this kind of canoe was best." Frankie was kneeling near the center of the canoe. He had on a pair of cutoff jeans and had taken his shoes off before they began their nighttime excursion on the moonlit lake. He continued to paddle, taking them farther and farther away from shore. When they had gone some distance from shore Kay reached out her hand and began caressing the young man's feet and legs lightly. "Are you sure it doesn't it bother you to be stuck with me, Frankie?" she asked. Frankie shook his head. "I don't think I'm stuck with you," he replied. "You know I want to be with you." He liked the way it felt having Aunt Kay's fingers running up and down over his leg and foot. Her teasing caresses were causing a very powerful reaction, a reaction he'd had more this week than he'd ever had before in his life. "I love spending time with you. This has been the best week I ever spent up here, and it's all because of you." "Thank you for saying that, Frankie," Kay said. Her fingers traveled up over his thigh, and then she dragged them lightly down his inner thigh and made a thrilling discovery. "Frankie!" she murmured, "Is...is this what I think it is?" She traced the outline of the swollen mass in his shorts with her fingers and felt the young man shudder. "Ah...yeah," Frankie gasped. "It...it sure is!" He'd started getting hard the minute she began tickling his legs and feet. As a result of her discovery, Kay felt passion flaring inside her. "Oh, Frankie!" she murmured. She kept caressing the young man's swollen organ with her fingers. "Oh, Frankie!" "Why...why don't I paddle over to one of the islands?" the young man gasped. "We...we..." "Shush," Kay replied. She decided that she wanted to do something very special for him, something she'd never done before, not even for her husband. She wasn't sure she'd be able to do it, but she had to try. It was a gift she very much wanted to give this young man who'd introduced her to a totally new world of pleasure the past few days. Her heart began pounding as she opened the button at the waist of his shorts, then unzipped the zipper. "Frankie!" she exclaimed, "You aren't wearing underwear!" "Ah...no...I...I thought...maybe...we...we might go...you know...swimming," the young man stammered while his Aunt Kay was taking his hard-on out of his shorts. He had no idea what she intended to do out there on the lake in the canoe. If they tried making love, the canoe might overturn and dump them in the lake. "Do...do you want me to...to go to that...that island over there?" he asked. "No, just sit still and let us float," Kay replied. She ran her fingers up and down the young man's swollen rod and could feel the hot skin stretched tight along the sides, and the veins bulging under it. Her finger swept over the flared tip and she felt the slippery fluids that had begun to seep from the slit at the end of the shaft. She massaged the fluids into the tip with her finger, felt Frankie tremble again, and heard him gasp. "Do you like that, my darling?" she murmured. "Does it feel good?" "Oh, yeah!" Frankie replied, "I...I love it! It...that feels incredible!" Kay kept running her trembling hands up and down the young man's erect organ, loving the way it felt. It was as hard as she'd ever felt it; she could even feel the blood vessels pulsing against the rigid sides. Tonight, she was going to do something wonderful for him, the way he'd done something wonderful for her the in the theater the night before. She took a deep breath then she leaned forward and kissed the tip of the swollen rod. "Oh, God, Aunt Kay!" Frankie murmured, "That feels so good! It's...it's unreal!" He couldn't believe she was kissing his erection in the canoe in the middle of the lake! "Straighten up a minute, please, Frankie," Kay murmured. The young man straightened his body on his knees and she pushed his shorts down over his hips, giving her better access to his erection. "There, that's much better, Frankie," she said softly. "Now you can sit back down." Frankie still couldn't believe Aunt Kay was doing this to him in the canoe in the middle of the lake! He groaned softly when she again kissed the tip of his straining shaft. When she bent over him, her soft hair tumbled over his middle, tickling his belly and thighs. The gentle caress of her hair added to the thrills that she was already giving the young man with her lips, tongue, and fingers. Frankie clutched the sides of the canoe while his lover toyed with his erection. "Ah!!! Uh!!! Uh!!! Uh!!" he gasped when she licked up the bottom of the shaft and swirled her tongue around the tip. He gasped more when she cupped her hand around it gently and stroked it a few times. Then it was back to licking it more and more gasping as a result of the wild sensations that generated. It was all the young man could do to keep from crying out in ecstasy. Kay loved Frankie's reactions. Once more she swirled her tongue around the tip of his swollen wand, then she tilted her head to the side and began lashing the sides of the throbbing, swollen organ. She could hear his soft groans and gasps and was delighted. Tonight would be a night he'd never forget! Frankie thought the things Aunt Kay had done to him before felt good, but what she was doing to him now felt far better than that. Her tongue kept running up and down the sides of his swollen shaft and her hands were rolling his balls. His hands were clamped on the sides of the canoe he was sure they were making indentations there. He was getting so turned on he couldn't think straight. His heart was pounding so hard he was sure people on shore could have heard it. "Uh!! Uh!!! Uh!!" he panted while she raised his level of arousal higher and higher. Kay finally let go of Frankie's erection, straightened up, took the young man's face in her hands and pressed her lips against his. Her tongue slid between his lips and was met by his. The kiss continued for quite a while their tongues lashed and thrills rushed through them. When the kiss ended, Kay released Frankie's head and tugged his T-shirt up to his armpits. Then she began caressing and kissing his chest, licking, then sucking, his nipples. She could feel his chest heaving and heard his soft gasps of joy. This was so wonderful! She could feel wetness forming in her middle. Making love to him was turning her on just as much as it was turning him on! She just hoped she'd be able to do what she wanted to do. After kissing and caressing the young man's heaving chest and belly, Kay wrapped her hand around his swollen wand and began stroking it. She could feel him trembling and heard soft, passionate murmurs pouring from his mouth in an unending song of bliss. Frankie never knew having his nipples sucked could feel so good. No wonder Aunt Kay liked it so much when he sucked hers! Now her lips were moving down, back onto his belly, and she was jerking him off again. He was so turned on he wasn't sure how much more of what she was doing to him he'd be able to stand. "Oh!!!" he groaned when he felt his erection again sliding into Kay's mouth. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" Her hair was tickling him again. He never imagined lovemaking could be this incredible! "Aunt Kay, if...if you keep doing that, I'm...I'm gonna come!" he murmured, "It...it feels too...too good!" Kay began raising and lowering her head, keeping her lips wrapped tightly around the young man's erection. At the same time, she gently caressed his legs and balls with her hands. She knew how she wanted this to end, but she had to be careful because she wasn't quite ready to have it end just yet. "Oh! Ah!" Frankie groaned while his lover's mouth slid up and down on his swollen shaft. She was caressing his legs and balls, too. He'd never, ever, felt anything like what he was feeling right now! He couldn't believe Aunt Kay was doing this to him! First, his erection was all the way in her mouth, farther than he believed it was possible to be. Then all she had in her mouth was the tip! Then he was being swallowed again and at the same time, her hair was tickling him like crazy and her hands were rolling his balls! "Oh, God! Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted, his hips jolting. Kay kept Frankie hovering at the edge of explosion for a few moments, then she let his hard-on slip from her mouth and looked up at him. "Would you like to come, my darling?" she whispered, "Are you ready to come?" "Oh, God, yes!" came the young man's impassioned reply, "Let...let's go over to the...the raft and..." Kay kissed the young man gently on the lips and stroked the side of his face lightly with her fingers. "We don't have to go anywhere, darling," she murmured, "You can come right here. I...I want you to!" Having said that, she dropped her mouth back over his swollen wand again and began moving her head up and down rapidly while her hands rolled his balls. Frankie fought the need to come as long as he could. It sure looked like Aunt Kay wanted him to come in her mouth, but he wasn't sure he should. He'd never done anything like this, or had it done to him. But it rapidly became obvious to him that it was a vain struggle. The more he tried to keep from coming, the harder it became for him to hold back. He continued to fight to hold back his explosion, but he could feel his penis begin to throb. "Aunt Kay! Oh, God, Aunt Kay!" he groaned through clenched teeth. He could feel his fluids surging up through his penis now and knew he couldn't stop. "I...I can't wait any more, it...it feels too good! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh" Kay felt Frankie's swollen wand begin to pulsate against her lips and she shuddered when the young man's hot juices began gushing into her mouth. He filled her mouth to overflowing and she had to gulp the warm, viscous fluid down to keep from gagging. She was surprised to discover that, instead of being repulsed, she wanted to swallow as much of it as she could. "I did it!! Frankie's coming! It's so wonderful!!" she thought exultantly as his essence jetted into her mouth. Then something totally unexpected happened. "I...I don't believe it, I'm...I'm coming, too!!!" "Mmm! Mmmmm! Mmmmmm!" she moaned around the young man's pulsing, spewing, shaft as an orgasm swept through her, too. Frankie wasn't sure Aunt Kay was ever going to stop sucking him. He'd stopped shooting stuff what felt like ages ago, but she was still sucking him. And it still felt good, so good it was almost painful. "Please, Aunt Kay," he groaned. "That...that feels so good it...it almost hurts." Kay gave Frankie's softening penis one last kiss, then she let it slide from her mouth, leaned against him, and wrapped her arms around him. She felt his fingers combing through her hair and squeezed him. "Did...did you like that, my darling?" she murmured, "Was...was it good for you?" "It...it was awesome! I never felt anything like that!" the young man replied. "But...but what about you? You didn't get to come." Kay, keeping her head against his chest, nodded. "Actually, I did come, my darling," she said softly, "When you came, I did, too. I...I've never done that before. I had no idea that was going to happen." "Really?" Frankie asked, surprised. He found it startling to hear her say she'd never done for her husband what she'd just done to him. "Not...not even with..." "No, not even with him," Kay replied. "You're the first man I've ever gone all the way with like that." Stunned and elated by what she'd said, Frankie pulled her into his arms and held her against him. He didn't know what to say. There was a swimming raft near where the canoe was drifting. "You want to go over to that raft over there and rest a little?" he asked after he'd calmed down a little. "I...I'm not sure I can paddle the canoe all the way back to the dock right now." "I think that sounds like a lovely idea," Kay responded, smiling at him. Frankie paddled the canoe over to the raft and tied it off. He and Kay climbed out and stretched out on their backs, looking up at the star-filled sky. "There are so many stars," Kay commented, "I don't think I ever really realized how many stars there were before." "I know. It seems like there are lots more stars up here than there are in the city, aren't there?" Frankie said. "That's Orion, the Hunter, up there." He pointed out the three stars that indicated that particular constellation. "And over there, that's Cassiopeia. That one there is Cygnus, the swan." "You amaze me, Frankie," Kay said. "You know about a lot of things, don't you?" "Mom taught me all that," Frankie said. "She and I used to sit out on the dock looking at the stars when I was younger. She knows all of the constellations. You gotta come up sometime when the Aurora Borealis is out. That's awesome to watch." "I'd like to do that," Kay said. Frankie rolled on his side, so he was facing her. "Aunt Kay?" he said, sounding a bit tentative. "What, darling?" Kay replied. "How come...how come you did that for me?" the young man asked. "I mean, if...if you never did it before, how come...?" Kay reached out and caressed his face lightly. "You've shown me such a special time this week," she said, "I thought it was only fair that I return the favor. And I think there's something else we need to get straightened out." Frankie looked puzzled. "What's that?" he asked. "If you want, it's all right if you call me Kay," she said. She smiled at him. "In fact, I'd prefer if you did. Every time you call me Aunt Kay it makes me feel as if we're committing incest." "Actually, you're coming pretty damn close to doing that," the voice of her conscience noted. "Ah...I don't know," Frankie replied. "My folks, they're pretty strict about me calling adults by their first names..." "Frankie, you're twenty years old," Kay said. "That makes you an adult, too, doesn't it?" "Ah, yeah, I guess so," Frankie replied. He smiled. "You know, I never thought about it like that before." "Then there's no reason you can't call me Kay, is there?" she said. Frankie shook his head. "No, I guess there isn't," he said. "And just in case your mother does say something, I'll tell her I asked you to call me Kay, all right?" she said. "Yeah, sure, OK," Frankie replied. After a while, Frankie pulled Kay into his arms. When he did, she bent her face toward his and their lips met. Their tongues speared into each other's mouths and dueled. She tightened her arms around him and felt his tightening around hers. They lay on the raft for a time, exchanging kisses. Each kiss grew more fervent than the last and, before long their hands began to move over each other's bodies. Then they began tugging at their clothing, loosening it, and their hands sought contact with bare flesh. "Oh, darling!!!" Kay murmured when Frankie's hand slid under her blouse, onto her breast. His fingers gently teased her nipple into titillating stiffness and need filled her. "Oh, Frankie, I need you!" she whispered. "I need you, too!" Frankie replied as he continued to strip her clothes from her. Then her clothes were off and she was lying, nude and beautiful, in the bright moonlight. Frankie quickly removed his clothes and moved on top of Kay, his bulky body casting a shadow over her. Kay lay on the raft under him, trembling, awaiting his entry. Frankie, trembling with desire, grasped his erect organ and placed it between the lips of his lover's vagina, then, slowly, he began lowering himself. Kay felt herself once more being filled and possessed by her wonderful young lover. Her hips strained upward, meeting his delightful invasion, and her body quivered from the sensations his probing shaft elicited. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 10 "Oh! My darling! My darling!" she cried. She was so close! Frankie almost felt like he was making love to Kay for the first time. Even though he'd just experienced a fantastic orgasm with her, he had little control over his body. He plunged into her over and over, feeling the raft rock as he did. Without warning, something let loose inside him, his body began to shake, and his hips began moving even faster. "Aunt Kay! Kay! Oh! Oh!" he cried when he came. What he felt was more delightful than anything he had ever experienced with her before! "Making love has never been like this!" Kay thought as Frankie pounded against her, "It's never, ever been this good with Stu!" "Yes! Oh, Frankie, darling! Yes!" she groaned when a powerful orgasm was triggered by the flood of his torrid fluids into her. "Take me, darling! Take me! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" "I'm going to take a swim to get cleaned up," Frankie said after they finished. Still naked, he slid off the dock, into the cool water of the lake. Kay thought a swim would be a good idea since she was pretty sticky from their lovemaking, too. After only a moment's hesitation occasioned by the fact that she was going skinny-dipping for the first time in her life, she got up and dived gracefully off the raft. The swim was cleansing and refreshing, but they only stayed in the water a short while. Reinvigorated, they climbed back up onto the raft. Kay kissed Frankie and hugged him. "You know, my darling," she murmured. "Now there are two things I've done with you I've never done with anyone else. That was the first time in my life I ever went skinny-dipping." "It was?" Frankie replied, sounding surprised. "Yes," Kay said. She giggled. "What with that, and what I did to you earlier, that's two firsts I've experienced with you tonight." Frankie grinned and hugged her. "I think it's neat I got to be the one you did those firsts with," he said. "And the other thing, too. Tonight has been fantastic!" "I think so, too," Kay said. "You're letting this get too serious," the voice of her conscience warned, but she chose to ignore it. After a while, they got their clothes on and got back in the canoe. Frankie started paddling back toward the dock in front of his parents' cabin. When they reached the dock, they pulled the canoe out of the water, then, hand-in-hand, they walked across the lawn, to cabin. "I don't know about you," Frankie said as they neared the cabin, "but I'm bushed. You want to pass on our morning swim this one time?" Kay smiled at him and squeezed his hand. "I think that might be a good idea," she replied. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 11 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains "Did you enjoy your moonlight canoe ride last night?" Gloria asked when Kay came out for breakfast the next morning. Kay nodded and smiled. "It was marvelous, just like Frankie said it would be," she replied. She found it amazing that deceiving her friend seemed to get easier and easier every day. "I never knew there were so many stars in the sky. I swear there are more stars in the sky here than there are in the sky in Jamestown." "I know," Gloria replied. "Sometimes I think so, too. I think, maybe, it's because the sky up here is clearer or something." "I can't get over how lovely it was out on the lake last night," Kay continued, "It is really peaceful at night up here, isn't it?" "Yes," Gloria said. "Sometimes, when the Northern Lights are out, it's nothing short of spectacular. It's better than the best fireworks show I've ever seen." "That's what Frankie said last night," Kay replied. "He said if I thought the sky was nice last night, I should be up here to see the Aurora Borealis." "I guess we'll have to make sure you're up here when the Northern Lights are out, then," Gloria said. Kay noticed the house seemed very quiet. "Where is everybody?" she asked. While she put a cup of coffee in front of her friend and sat down at the kitchen table, Gloria explained that Mike and Mel were out on the lake fishing and Sue had gone to a nearby country store to get a newspaper. Frankie, his mother said, was still in bed. Kay sipped her coffee. "You and Mel are so lucky having this place," she said, "I wish Stu and I had a place like this." Gloria Bobar got a thoughtful look on her face, then she smiled. "You know..." she said, "...the Williston place, near the upper end of the lake, is for sale. And from what I hear, they're anxious to get rid of it as soon as possible because Orville Williston has been ill. They don't have any children and, from what I've heard, it isn't likely they'll ever be able to come back up here. You and Stu might be able to get a good deal." Kay was thrilled by the news her friend shared with her. Would Stu go along with buying a cabin? "I wonder..." she said. Then she had an idea and smiled. "You know, Gloria, I have some money in a trust fund I set up with the inheritance I got from my grandparents. Stu's business has done so well we never had to touch it. I could use some of that money to buy the cabin." Gloria smiled and nodded. "I think it's worth a try. Stu really likes coming up here," she said, "You know how he loves going fishing and hunting with Mel. And Mel's a lot happier when he has friends around to hunt, fish, and play golf with. You really ought to think about it." "I think I'll call Stu and see what he thinks about the idea," Kay said. Her heart was pounding and she felt a little giddy. If she and her husband had a cabin here on Mallard Lake, then she would be able to continue seeing Frankie, at least when both families were at the lake. "In fact, I think I'll call him right now. Do you mind if I use your phone?" "My goodness!" Gloria said, smiling and shaking her head. "You are impetuous this morning, aren't you? Of course you can use the phone." Kay got up, went into the den, and dialed her husband's work number. "Hey, babe, how's it going?" Stu asked when he answered the phone. "I'm really having a wonderful time," Kay told him, "Look, Stu, Gloria just told me something. It gave me an idea and I thought I'd call you and see what you thought about it." "What's the idea?" her husband asked. "Well..." Kay began. She told him about the cabin that was for sale, and suggested using money from her trust fund to buy it. "I mean, we haven't touched any of that money since we set up the trust fund," she said, winding down her argument, "and judging from the last statement we got from the bank, there should be more than enough money to pay cash for the cabin." Stu was quiet for a while, then he said, "If I remember what the figures on that trust were, unless this place is outrageously expensive, you could buy that cabin and not make much of a dent in the trust." He paused again. "I think if you want to buy the place, maybe you should." "It will really be nice to have our own place," Kay said. "You'll be able to hunt and fish with Mike whenever you want to, then." "Ah...yeah, I guess I...I will," Stu said. Kay was puzzled by her husband's hesitant tone. She expected him to be excited about the idea of having a cabin, but he didn't. "Maybe it's just that he's having more problems at work than he expected," she thought. "Look, if you want to do this," Stu said, "Get me the name of the real estate agent who's handling the sale. I'll give them a call and see what I can work out for you." "Would you mind terribly if I took care of it myself, Stu?" Kay asked, "I mean, I'm here and all, and I've got plenty of time." His comment upset her a little. Stu always acted as if he thought she wasn't capable of handling important things. She was surprised by the anger she felt. Throughout their marriage, Stu had always taken care of things that involved money. He was the one who suggested she set up the trust fund and handled all the details of doing that. Why, all of a sudden, was she feeling upset because he was still doing what he'd always done? "If that's what you want to do," her husband replied, "Go ahead. It's your money, anyhow. Just don't let them push you around." "I won't," Kay said, "If they get tough, I'll ask Mel to talk to them. The people who own the cabin are friends of theirs." "Good idea," Stu said, "You need anything from me, give me a call. See you when you get home at the end of the week, babe." "Thanks, Stu," Kay replied. She put the phone down, turned, and saw Gloria standing in the doorway. "What did he say?" Gloria asked. Kay smiled. "He said if I wanted to look into it, I should," she told her friend. She frowned and said, "He didn't sound as excited as I expected him to, though." "Really?" Gloria replied. "I'd have thought he'd be overjoyed. Do you think something's wrong?" Kay thought a minute, then shook her head. "He's probably been busy and is tired," she said. "I'm sure he's had a lot to do. Do you know what real estate agent is handling the sale of that cottage?" "I'll call the Williston's and find out who they listed it with," Gloria said. "I haven't talked to them in a while, I'd like to see how Muriel's holding up with Orville being so sick. They really are sweet people." Gloria called the Willistons and got the information about the real estate agent. She wrote it down on a piece of paper and handed it to Kay while she continued her conversation with Mrs. Williston. Kay asked Frankie if he'd drive her to the office of the real estate broker, whose office was located in a small town near the lake and he gladly said he would "Are you really going to buy the Williston's place?" the young man asked as they walked out to the garage. "I think I will, if the price is right," Kay replied. Frankie held the car door open for Kay and she slipped in. "Man, that will be so neat if you do!" he said. He closed the door, walked around, and got in behind the wheel. "Then you'll be here a lot, won't you?" Kay smiled at him, nodded, and laid her hand gently on his arm. "I certainly will, my darling," she replied. After he backed out of the garage and started down the road behind the cabins, The young man glanced over at the woman sitting next to him and smiled. He thought she looked great. She was wearing an oversized loose-knit black sweater and long black loose jersey skirt. Red shoes, red earrings, and a string of large red beads draped around her neck added just the right amount of color to the outfit. "You really look gorgeous today!" Frankie told his companion. "Thank you, my darling," Kay replied. She felt herself blushing. Frankie slid a tape into the car's tape player. Kay, who was expecting rock and roll, was surprised when the soft sounds of classical music filled the car. "Frankie, I'm surprised," she said. "About what?" Frankie asked. "About the music you picked. Don't you like rock and roll?" she asked. He shook his head. "I like some of the early stuff, like Chuck Berry," he said. "But mostly I like country, and sometimes classical music, too. Especially when I'm with someone gorgeous." Kay felt herself blushing. "Frankie, that's sweet," she said. They talked about a number of things on the drive into town and Kay was once again surprised by how mature and thoughtful the young man was. He wasn't anything like she thought a boy his age would be like. He seemed older, somehow. She found that she enjoyed being with him even when they weren't having sex and, for some reason, that realization caused her even more confusion. The real estate agent obviously thought Kay looked pretty good, too. The portly, balding man stared across his desk at her with ill-concealed lust in his eyes. So avid was his gaze that he was almost drooling. "I understand you are interested in purchasing the Williston cabin," he said to Kay. He ignored Frankie, who was sitting next to her. "Yes, I am," Kay replied. She was very uncomfortable with the way the man was looking at her. "Provided the price is right." "I think you'll find that the price the Williston's are asking is quite reasonable, considering what is included," the broker said, continuing to leer at Kay. "You do understand that they're offering the cabin completely furnished, along with their shares in the hunting and fishing association. Actually, it's almost a steal. I'm sure that if Mr. Williston wasn't ill, the price would be a lot higher." Frankie saw the man staring at Kay's chest and felt like getting up and smacking him. "What an asshole!" he thought. "Will you be able to show it to me today?" Kay asked the man curtly. She wanted to get her dealings with the real estate agent over with as soon as possible. The way he was looking at her made her very uncomfortable. "I'm in a position to pay cash and close the sale quickly." The real estate agent cleared his throat, reddened a bit, and shook his head. "I...I'm sorry, as much as I'd like to help you, that's out of the question today, Mrs. Tobin," he said, "I...I have a morning full of appointments to show houses. And my associate is out sick today. Perhaps we could set up an appointment to see the house later in the week? I...I could pick you up and..." "Mr. And Mrs. Williston know my folks," Frankie said, interrupting him. "I'm sure they wouldn't mind if Mrs. Tobin looked at the cabin on her own. Why don't you give us the key and let us look at the place by ourselves?" The man turned to Frankie and frowned, then he looked back at Kay and a warm smile reappeared on his face. "I...I don't see why we can't arrange that," he replied, "Maybe I...I should call the Williston's and check, though." "Why don't you do that? We'll wait," Kay said curtly. The real estate agent got approval from Willistons to give Kay the key and did so. After getting the key, Frankie and Kay left the office, headed for the cabin she was thinking about buying. When they drove away from the broker's office, both of them both burst out laughing. "What an asshole that guy is!" Frankie said, "I wanted to smack him for looking at you the way he was. I think the only reason he wanted to put off showing you the place until later in the week was so he could get you alone." Kay nodded and shook her head. "You may be right about his motives. You're certainly right about him being a creep, Frankie," she said, "And I think it's sweet that you wanted to defend my honor, but I don't think it wouldn't be worth the trouble it would cause if you hit him." She giggled. Frankie drove back to the lake, past his parents' cabin, and up the road to a huge log home that overlooked the inlet end of the lake. "My God, Frankie, this is place is gorgeous!" Kay exclaimed as the car rolled down the driveway and she got her first look at the cabin she was contemplating purchasing. When the car stopped, they got out and Kay wandered around the house, looking at it, her heart pounding. The cabin was actually a two-story house with pale green clapboard siding and white trim. It looked like it was quite a bit bigger than the Bobar cabin, which was pretty good-sized. A few yards from the house, near the road, sat a three-car garage, also covered with clapboards and painted in the same colors as the house. The grounds looked well-tended and the driveway had been paved. A porch ran down one side of the house and across the front. Neat flower boxes filled with colorful flowers graced the railing around the porch. Kay turned and looked at Frankie, who was smiling at her. "Frankie, it's beautiful!" she said. She felt a little overwhelmed to think that it could very soon be hers. She hadn't been inside yet, but she knew she wanted this place and wanted it very much. It was so lovely she had to have it. "Come on," Frankie said. He started up the steps onto the porch. "If you think the outside is neat, you're really going to love the inside." Filled with anticipation, Kay followed him. 112 140 Roi: A Week In The Mountains A Week In The Mountains Ch. 12 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Kay's heart pounded while she watched Frankie unlock the cabin door. She wasn't sure whether the excitement she was feeling because she was alone with him, or because she was contemplating buying the lovely house they were about to enter. When the young man got the door unlocked, he held it open for her and she walked inside and looked around. The interior of the home-it was far more than a cabin-was as every bit as lovely as the exterior. They'd entered a large living room. Off to her right, Kay could see the dining room, and beyond that, the kitchen. The house was spacious and furnished very comfortably. Colorful oval braided rugs covered a floor of gleaming wide pine boards in both the living room and dining room. The living room was furnished with a dark red velvet recliner, a pale gray sofa, and an over-stuffed chair covered with the same material as the recliner. There were white mini-blinds in the windows, which were also adorned with lacy white curtains. Along one wall was a huge fieldstone fireplace. The opposite wall was covered with a large bookcase that, in addition to a tremendous number of books, contained an entertainment center that had a TV and stereo. Quite a few of the shelves were filled with videotapes. Kay kept looking around, almost overwhelmed. The home had obviously been lovingly cared for. She had fallen in love with it the minute she walked in. "I used to do odd jobs for Willston's, so I've been in here lots of times. You have to see the upstairs," Frankie said, "It's as neat as the downstairs. They have four bedrooms and two bathrooms upstairs." He led Kay up a long, winding staircase and into the huge master bedroom. The room was huge, it looked bigger than the living room in the house she and Stu had in Jamestown. The centerpiece of the large room was a king-sized four-poster bed made of some kind of dark wood. The bedspread was a very ornate quilt that was clearly hand-made and the windows were done with mini-blinds and lace curtains, just like the windows downstairs. There was a huge walk-in closet on one wall and there was a bathroom off the bedroom, too. Along one wall sat a huge old, rugged-looking dresser made of the same dark wood as the bed. On one end of the room was an old roll-top desk and several comfortable-looking old easy chairs. What made the room even more wonderful was that at the end of the master bedroom facing the lake, there was a sliding glass door that led out onto a balcony. Kay turned around slowly, taking everything in. She still found it hard to believe how beautiful the home was. Like the downstairs, the bedroom felt very comfortable. "This place is lovely, Frankie," she said. "I...I really like it." Frankie stood quietly, watching as Kay looked around the bedroom. Kay knew she had to have this house, but she felt scared, excited, and confused. Why was she doing this? Was it so she and Stu could spend time here, or was it so she could see more of Frankie? What were her feelings for the young man? Was she being foolish? What would happen when their relationship ended, as she was sure it would? Continuing to ponder those questions, she walked to the sliding glass doors and looked out at the lake. The view from the bedroom was fantastic. Down near the shore of the lake was a field-stone patio complete with a barbecue. "Do you really like it?" Frankie asked. The sound of the young man's voice startled Kay out of her thoughts and she turned to face him. "It...it's gorgeous, Frankie, it really is," she replied, "I...I love it." She turned back to look out at the lake. Across the water, she saw a pair of birds, probably ducks or geese, taking off. "I used to dream about having a home this gorgeous in a setting like this, but I never really thought I'd have a chance. I...I guess I never really thought I'd live anywhere but Jamestown." "I hope you buy it," Frankie said. "I'd like it a lot if you did." Kay could tell he'd moved closer to her. Then his arms slid around her waist and she leaned back against him. Contact with his body felt good. Then his arms tightened around her waist and he nuzzled through her hair and kissed her neck. She could feel his erection pressing against her buttocks. "Oh, Frankie!!!" she murmured when she felt excitement awakening inside her. Without thinking, she pressed her buttocks tighter against his erection. The action served to add to the thrills which were already beginning to overwhelm her. "Frankie, do...do you have...ah...any...um...idea what you...you're doing to me?" she murmured as his lips roamed over her neck and shoulders. Frankie rotated his middle against her bottom while he continued to nuzzle her neck. "I think I do," he replied, whispering against her skin. "It's probably the same thing you're doing to me." "Ah...yes...um...ah..." Kay stammered. Once again, she felt herself succumbing to the powerful feelings roaring through her, feelings being in his arms always evoked. She couldn't help herself. The minute he touched her, she was aroused. Frankie slid his hands up and cupped her breasts, which were unfettered by a bra. When his fingers found her erecting nipples and began playing with them, Kay felt herself melting in his arms. Frankie slid his hands under her sweater and cupped his hands around her bare breasts. He began teasing her turgid nipples and, as he did, he slid one down, under her skirt, and began caressing her between her legs. What Frankie was doing to her drove Kay wild. She kept rotating her bottom against his erection while she pressed a hand over the one that was teasing her breasts. She felt him slide his hand between them, then he began pulling up her skirt. She wasn't sure what he was up to, then she found out. She gasped when, suddenly, she felt his erection slap against her bottom. "Frankie! What...what are you doing?" she murmured, shuddering. "Making love to you," he replied. "Frankie, oh, darling, Frankie!" Kay murmured. She was so turned on! She wanted to make love as badly as he did, maybe even more than he did. Frankie used his foot to push her legs apart gently, then he slid his erection between her buttocks. "Why...why don't we go over to...to the bed?" Kay gasped. She couldn't stand any more of this teasing. She had to have him in her! "We don't have to," Frankie replied. "Just kneel on that chair and bend forward." Kay wasn't sure about his idea, but she did what he suggested. The minute she did, she felt his erection probing between her buttocks and nudging against her vagina, which was already dripping with the effluent of her need. Then it began entering her. "Oh, Frankie..." she murmured as he moved into her. "Ah!!!" Her hand slid between her legs. She could feel his swollen pole sliding into her, filling her, stretching her delightfully, sending a flood of warmth sweeping through her. "Oh, Frankie!" she cried, "Oh, Frankie! Oh, darling! Oh, yes!" Frankie rocked his hips, poking his swollen shaft deep into her. "Yes! Yes!" he moaned, his cries of delight echoing Kay's. "Oh, God, Kay, yes!" "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Kay whimpered while the young man plunged his erection into her over and over. The force of his thrusts rocked her on the chair then, after a surprisingly short time, her body began trembling and a violent orgasm suddenly ripped through her. "I'm there! Please! Please! Take me, Frankie!" the passion-inundated woman cried, clawing at the fabric covering of the chair she was kneeling on. "Oh, Frankie! Take me! Take me! I'm coming! Oh, Frankie, I'm coming! Oh, yes! Take me! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Despite the waves of delight sweeping over her, she felt Frankie coming. His spasming penis was filling her once more with his torrid fluid, bathing the walls of her vagina with warmth and wetness. The sensations drove her even wilder. She pressed her rocking body back against his, trying to extend the joy he was giving her as long as she could. Eventually, their passion spent and for a few moments, they stayed as they were, neither of them able to move. Frankie surprised her by picking her up, carrying her across the bedroom, and laying her on the bed. He joined her in the bed and Kay snuggled against the young man's warm, protective bulk. "That...that was so intense!" she said softly. Frankie smiled at her. "It was, wasn't it?" he agreed. He kissed her on the nose. "So are you going to buy this place?" he asked. Kay nodded. "I certainly am. I'd be a fool to pass up a chance like this," she said. After they had been lying in each other's arms for a while, Frankie slid his fingers into Kay's hair and pulled her face to his. Once more their lips met and their bodies pressed against each other. Kay trembled and gasped with joy when the young man's seeking, searching hands began gliding over her once again. His touch was so incredibly light and wonderful it almost made her cry. Her body strained upward, offering her breasts to his maddening caresses. "Yes! Oh, Frankie, yes!" she moaned when his lips started moving up the slope of one tingling breast. He teased and tickled her nipple with his tongue, then his lips engulfed the erected tip. Frankie suckled Kay's nipples for a while, leaving her gasping with passion, then they moved downward, and began a delightful journey over her quaking body. He trailed his hands up and down her legs while his lips ventured over her fine form. Kay underwent an explosion of incredible joy when his mouth covered her pulsing vagina and his tongue began lashing her clit and probing into her. "Frankie! Oh, God, Frankie!" Kay cried. Sweet sensations filled her, sensations so intense she was afraid she'd come. Frankie, who was learning more and more about love-making every day, didn't let Kay come. When he sensed she was about to explode, he backed off, lightly kissing and licking the less-sensitive skin surrounding her vagina, and gently stroking her legs. He kept it up, maintaining her at a high level of excitement, but not letting her crash over brink of bliss. Her hips writhed and rose and fell as he made love to her very much like she had made love to him the night before. Kay wasn't the only one at the outer limits of control. The feel of his partner's fervently moving body, the sounds of passion pouring from her, and her taste all combined to have Frankie, too, hovering at the edge of orgasm. He raised his head from between her smooth, white legs, then slid on top of her. When he lowered his hips, his erection slid into her. "I need you, Frankie! Yes! I need you!" Kay cried, grabbing at the young man's back, when his steel-hard wand slid into her. "It feels so wonderful when you're in me!" Their bodies joined once more and they thrashed wildly on the bed, their pubic bones banging together. Sensation after wonderful sensation exploded out of their joined centers and radiated through into their bodies. They'd fused into one pulsing, seeking, carnal being. "Take me, Frankie! Please! Please, Frankie, take me now!" Kay begged. She was about to come and wanted him to come with her. "Please! I want to feel you come with me! Please! Please! Yes! Yes! Oh! Oh! Oh! I...I can't stop myself! Oh, Frankie! It's...It's happening! Yes! Yes! Yes!" "Kay! Oh, yes! Ah! Ah!" Frankie cried. His body went rigid and he experienced an eruption so intense he could feel it all the way from the tips of his toes to the roots of his hair. When his need was finally sated, Frankie held himself over Kay for a moment, then he rolled to his side on the bed next to her and pulled her into his arms. He loved the way she snuggled her body against his and purred delightfully. "Oh, Frankie, I can't get enough of you!" Kay whispered. "The more we make love, the more I want to." "I know," Frankie said, "I feel like that, too." For some reason, feelings of guilt swept over Kay. She felt guilty because she was cheating on her husband, and guilty because she believed she was allowing something to happen that would wind up in Frankie being hurt. "But...what we're doing, it isn't right," she continued. "I...I'm probably a child molester. God, I..." Frankie silenced her by kissing her long and hard. Holding her face in his hands, he looked into her eyes and said, "You know I'm twenty, so you're not a child molester. And you're not making me do anything I don't want to do." "Oh, Frankie!" Kay murmured. She clung to the young man while tears of joy welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Never, in her whole life, had she felt this wonderful. She hadn't intended for this to happen, but it had, and she didn't know what to do. "Frankie, darling," she said softly, "I...I know what I'm doing is wrong, but I...I don't think I can give you up. I...I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't have you any more." "I'm glad," the young man replied. "I never, ever want to give you up. I don't know what I'd do without you, either." "I...I don't how this is going to come out," Kay said. "I just don't know how we're going to make this work." "We'll figure something out," Frankie said. "We have to!" he thought. They lay in the bed, holding each other, for a long time, not talking, enjoying the comfort of lying in each other's arms. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 13 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains "Kay, Frankie! Where are you?" At the sound of Gloria Bobar's voice, both Frankie and Kay sat bolt upright in bed. "My God! It's your mother!" Kay whispered, "Get dressed, Frankie! We...we can't let her catch us like this!" Frankie was off the bed, tugging on his jean shorts before she finished speaking. While he made himself presentable, Kay got up and straightened her clothing, too, but she found it hard because fear had turned her fingers to jelly. "We're upstairs, looking around, Mom," Frankie called, "We...we'll be right down." A few minutes later, with their clothing straightened out and looking as presentable as they could, Frankie and Kay descended the stairs. They found Gloria Bobar and Sue Ervins waiting in the living room of the cabin Kay was considering buying. "I told you this place was lovely, didn't I, Kay?" Gloria said. "Are you going to buy it?" Kay nodded. "I...I think so," she replied. "It's everything you said it was, Gloria, and more. I can't believe how wonderful it is, and what a good price they're asking." Gloria turned to Sue Ervins. "You know, Sue, you and Mike ought to look into buying a cabin up here, too," she said. "Are there any other cabins on the market?" Sue asked. "We might just do that if there are." Gloria nodded. "Actually, I think I heard the Lewis's have been talking about selling their place," she said, "They want to build a bigger place. They have four kids and there's no room on their lot to expand their cabin." "I'll have to talk with Mike and see if he thinks we can swing it," Sue said. She continued to study Kay and Frankie. She thought her friend and the young man looked a little flushed. "Kay and Frankie were upstairs when we got here..." she thought, "...and the bedrooms are up there. They've been spending an awful lot of time alone together this week. Is it possible...?" Her mind began forming a picture of what might have been happening upstairs, and as it did, warmth began to spread through her. "If Frankie and Kay are doing what I think they are, maybe he'd consider doing it with me, too!" she mused and felt herself getting warm inside. Neither of her friends knew it, but, during the entire time she'd been married to her husband, Sue had enjoyed a series of lovers. Her husband was a nice man, a good provider, and an attentive, but unspectacular lover. Almost from the start of their marriage, Sue hadn't been satisfied sexually. She was also quite attractive so it wasn't hard for her to find men who were only too happy to satisfy the needs her husband wasn't satisfying. She had been discreet about her affairs. Her husband, who was a trusting soul, had no idea what she'd been doing, nor did her friends. Sue was a little on edge because several weeks before the trip to visit to the Bobars, her most recent lover ended their affair because his wife was becoming suspicious. Sue, used to the vigorous and very satisfying sex she shared with him, missed him. The idea that Frankie and Kay might be having an affair both titillated and aroused her. She'd never had a lover as young as Frankie. If the young man was sleeping with Kay, she was sure he'd offer the same service to her! Kay turned to Frankie. "Frankie," she said, "I need to have you drive me back to the real estate office. We need to give the key back and I want to give the realtor a deposit before somebody buys this place out from under me." "OK, Kay," the young man replied. He turned and walked out the door. The three women started for the door. Gloria went out and Kay was right behind her. When she reached the porch, she dropped her hand to her side and realized something. "My purse," she said, "I...I left my purse up...upstairs." She went back up the stairs to get it. Sue Ervins was standing at the back door, wearing a knowing smile, when Kay came out after retrieving her purse from the master bedroom, where she'd dropped it when Frankie began making love to her. "You and Frankie have been spending a lot of time along together the last couple of days, Kay," Sue observed. "A lot of time." Kay felt her insides go cold. Although she was terrified, she fought to keep a calm look on her face. "So?" she asked, "Frankie's just doing what Gloria asked him so do. She...she asked him to keep me, ah, occupied because Stu had to go back home. What's the matter with that?" She started for the steps that led down off the porch. Sue followed Kay down the steps. "I guess it depends on how he's keeping you occupied, doesn't it?" she commented. Kay resisted the impulse to respond to her friend's comment and continued walking toward where Frankie and his mother were waiting by the car. "I'm not saying anything's happening," Sue continued as they walked toward the Bobar's car. "Actually, I wouldn't blame you if you were doing something. Frankie's a good-looking young man. I bet he'd be a very satisfying lover. Probably lots better than a middle-aged man like Stu." Kay was tempted to respond, but she decided that would only make things worse, so she bit her lip and kept silent. She was afraid that if she did reply, it would just confirm Sue's suspicions. "There anything you need from town, Gloria?" Kay asked before she got in the car. Gloria Bobar shook her head. "I don't think so," she replied. Frankie got in the car, started the motor, and the drove off. "Frankie, we're really going to have to be careful now. I...I think Sue suspects something," Kay said as they drove down the road behind the other cabins on the lake. "Mrs. Ervins?" Frankie said. "What makes you think she suspects we're doing something?" "Just now, when we were alone in the house, she commented on how much time you and I have been spending together," Kay replied. "She didn't really come right out and say she thought we were...you know, but the tone of voice she used and the things she did say make me think she suspects something." "So? Mom asked me to spend time with you, and that's what I'm doing," Frankie replied. "What's the big deal? I don't care what Mrs. Ervins thinks we're doing. It's none of her business." "I agree with you," Kay said. "But when we were leaving the house, she asked me exactly how you and I were spending all this time together. She...she even said she wouldn't be surprised if I was having an affair with you." "Oh, Jesus," Frankie said. "If you're right and she does suspect something, do you think she'll tell my Mom she suspects we're fooling around?" "I don't know what she'll do," Kay said. She thought about what Sue had said and an idea of what Sue might want flashed through her mind. The realization made her go cold inside. "Frankie...what...what if she wants you?" she asked. "What?" Frankie replied. "What...what do you mean?" "Suppose Sue...suppose she wants to...to sleep with you, then...then what?" Kay said. She took a deep breath and waited, wondering what the young man's reaction would be. After all, Sue was quite attractive. Having another adult woman interested in having an affair with him would be quite a temptation for any young man. "I...I don't want to sleep with Mrs. Ervins," Frankie replied firmly. "Why should I? I...I only want you." "That's sweet, my darling," Kay said. She was relieved and deeply touched by his response, but it did little to allay her fears. "But suppose she gets you aside and says, 'Frankie, either you sleep with me or I'm going to tell your mother you're sleeping with Kay,' then what will you do?" Frankie glanced over at her and made a sour face. "People don't really do stuff like that, do they?" he replied. "Mrs. Ervins wouldn't do something like that, would she?" "Given the things I've been doing this week, I'm in no position to be quoting the Bible," Kay said, "but do you remember the story of Joseph?" Frankie nodded. "Yeah, we read the play 'Joseph and The Technicolor Dream Coat' in one of my English classes last year," he said. "Why?" "What did Potiphar's wife do when Joseph refused to sleep with her?" Kay asked. "She claimed he tried to rape her and Joseph wound up in prison," Frankie replied. The point she was trying to make hit him. "Oh, shit! You mean...?" "Exactly," Kay said. "Women can be very nasty when we want to be. And believe me, I know Sue Ervins. She's a good enough friend, but she's merciless when she makes up her mind she wants something." She took a deep breath. "And I'm afraid it's possible she might want you." "God, what are we gonna do?" Frankie asked. "I don't want to have to sleep with her." "Would it be that bad?" Kay asked. "Sue is very attractive, and she's kept herself in pretty good shape." "And Sue has a fuller, more curvaceous body than I do," she found herself thinking. "Maybe Frankie would like someone who isn't so skinny?" Frankie looked over at her. "Do you want me to go to bed with her?" he asked. "Is that what you're saying?" Kay shook her head. "No, of course not," she said. "Not unless...unless you...you want to." "Heck no, I don't want to go to bed with her," Frankie said, "I don't care what she looks like. Why should I have sex with someone I don't want to have sex with?" "What are you going to do if she asks you to?" Kay inquired. "How are you going to deal with that situation when it happens...and I think it very well might?" "Jesus, I don't know," Frankie said. "Maybe I could tell her I'm gay or something." Kay couldn't help herself. She chuckled. "I'm not sure she'd believe that, Frankie," she replied. A sporty-looking car passed them going in the other direction. The driver blew the horn and waved at Frankie, who waved back. "Who was that?" Kay asked. "Was it a friend of yours?" "That was Ronny Amos," Frankie replied, frowning. "His folks have a place up at the lake, too. He goes to school down in Victorville so he's up here a lot, usually with a different girl every time. He sure as heck isn't any friend of mine." "It doesn't sound like he's one of your favorite people," Kay commented. "I think he's a creep," Frankie replied. "He's good-looking, he's in really good shape, and girls really like him. Vicky and I were getting close a couple of summers ago...until Ronny saw what was happening. He'd never even knew Vicky existed until he saw us together, then he started coming on to her. The minute Ronny started paying attention to her, Vicky couldn't be bothered with me. I know he does dope. I think he gives her pot, and maybe coke, too." "I see," Kay said. When she was younger, she'd known a lot of guys who acted like it sounded Ronny Amos did. There was one in particular she'd rather not remember at all. She fell silent and stared out the windshield, pondering the problem she and Frankie faced. What she found confusing was that she wasn't sure whether she was more upset because it looked like they had been caught, or because Frankie might wind up having sex with Sue. They drove along in silence. Frankie's face reflected the fact that he was lost in thought. Kay didn't say anything because she was lost in thought, too. Was there any way they could avoid a confrontation with Sue Ervins? She couldn't think of any. Some of her worst fears were coming true, it seemed. It was quite possible she was going to have to face the consequences of her behavior after all. And she didn't know what she'd do if Frankie and Sue slept together. Just thinking about it caused her intense pain. "Damn..." Frankie said after he'd driven a way in silence, "...if you're right, and Mrs. Ervins does hit on me, I don't know what I'm going to do..." "Frankie, I don't, either" Kay replied glumly. This whole mess was her fault. If she'd never allowed herself to get out of control with the young man, neither of them would be in the predicament they were in now. "I hate the thought of you even have to consider being coerced into sleeping with Sue." "You know, it's funny," Frankie said. "I never dreamed there would be a day I'd say I didn't want to sleep with an attractive older woman." He glanced over at Kay. "But I'm already making love to the only attractive woman I want to make love with." Kay laid her hand on the young man's leg and caressed it with her fingers. "That's sweet, Frankie," she murmured. "He's getting entirely too attached to you," she thought, "And even worse, I'm getting way too attached to him, too. I knew when this started it could be dangerous, and now we've just found out how dangerous. If we don't think of something to do, and Sue gets angry, both of us could be in big, big trouble." She continued to struggle to come up with a way out of their dilemma, but without success. They arrived at the real estate office. Frankie stayed in the car while Kay went inside to talk with the real estate agent. She told him she wanted to purchase the cabin and also explained to the stunned man that she would be paying cash. "Once you tell me the exact amount I need," she said, "I'll arrange for my bank to have it transferred to your accounts by electronic fund transfer. Since we both know the Williston's are anxious to get this sale completed, I don't see why we can't have it done by the end of the week, do you?" "Ah...I...I guess not," the realtor replied, "Will...will your husband be coming up to...to sign the papers?" "I'm buying the cabin with my money," Kay replied. "I'll be the sole owner. There's no need for my husband to be involved in the purchase at all." "I see," the realtor said. He grinned at Kay. "Perhaps once the papers are signed, you might like to join me for dinner to celebrate your purchase," he said hopefully. "I'll tell you what, Mr. Dumas," Kay said, pronouncing the man's name more like "dumb ass" than she should have, "Once we're settled, my husband and I would be delighted to have you and your wife over for dinner some night." She made her comment innocently then, fighting the urge to smile, she got up. Red-faced, the broker stood up. "Um...ah...I'll, ah, I'll call you when the paperwork is ready, Mrs. Tobin," he stammered. Kay turned and walked out of the office. "Take me home, Frankie," she said when she got in the car. "After dealing with that man, I think I need a shower." "So," the young man asked, "did you buy the house?" Kay nodded. "If everything goes right, it should be mine by the end of the week," she said. "Neat," Frankie commented. "I'd feel a lot better about it if we didn't have this business with Sue hanging over us," Kay said. "Frankie, I'm really worried about that." "Look," the young man said, glancing at her as he drove, "if she really does come on to me, I'll just turn her down. If she tells my Mom what she suspects, we can both deny it, can't we? I mean, it isn't like she's got proof or anything. You know what I mean?" "I...I guess so, Frankie," Kay said. "Frankie, I...I'm sorry I got you into this mess." He was probably right, she thought. If Sue did tell Gloria about her suspicions, and Gloria confronted them, denial might work. But then it might not. Why had she allowed both of them to get in this mess anyhow? "You didn't get me in any mess," Frankie replied. "If Mrs. Ervins had minded her own business, we wouldn't even be talking about this." "Frankie, it isn't Sue's fault that we have a problem," Kay reminded him. "It's ours. We're the ones who are doing something wrong." "Maybe some people would say what we're doing is wrong," Frankie said. "But I don't think so." A Week In The Mountains Ch. 14 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains When they got back to the Bobar cabin after returning the Williston's key to the real estate office, Frankie and Kay found Sue and Gloria at the table in the kitchen, playing cards. "Where are Dad and Mr. Ervin?" Frankie asked. "Are they out fishing?" Kay asked. "Gloria and I are vacation widows, now, too," Sue said. "The guys left us." "What?" Kay replied. She looked from Gloria to Sue and back but both women had blank looks on their faces. She had no idea what Sue was talking about. Gloria Bobar finally lost control. A broad smile formed on her face, then she broke into a fit of giggles. "Sue, stop teasing," she said when she got herself under control. "Glen and Mike are going to be gone for a few days on an overnight fishing trip over in Lincoln County." "Oh," Kay said. "I didn't know they had anything like that planned." "Yeah, Mom, I didn't either," Frankie said. "How come Dad didn't tell me?" "The opportunity to go came up suddenly," his mother explained. "A man Glen knows planned the trip for a bunch of men he works with, but two of the men who were supposed to go had to cancel at the last minute, so the man who organized the trip called and asked Glen and Mike if they wanted to go in their place. It was too good a deal for them to turn down." "When will they be back?" Frankie asked. "Saturday night," Sue Ervins said. She gave the boy a warm smile, which both he and Kay took note of but, fortunately, his mother didn't see. Over dinner, Frankie and the three women chatted about Kay's purchase of the Williston cabin with some excitement. Sue mentioned that her husband had decided to look into buying a cabin, too. When the meal was finished, all of them stood up. "I'll help you with the dishes tonight, Gloria," Kay said, "You can take a break, Sue. You've been helping all week." Frankie walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa. Mrs. Ervins walked in and sat on the sofa's arm, next to him. The young man studied the woman sitting beside him. She was shorter and quite a bit fuller-figured than Kay and, unlike Kay, she looked her age. Even so, she was a very attractive woman and, as he'd noticed before, she did have a very good figure. She was dressed in a tan jacket, with rolled up sleeves, a white T-shirt, and cuffed walking shorts that were made of the same material as the jacket. She was a lot shorter than he was, only about five-one or five-two, and had short, dark hair that she wore straight and cut just about ear-level. Her breasts were a lot bigger than Kay's were. Her legs, displayed by the shorts she had on, were firm, tan and smooth looking. Sue saw Frankie studying her and that both excited her and made her feel a little funny inside. She'd been unable to get the idea that he and Kay might be having an affair out of her mind ever since she mentioned it to her friend. At first she really didn't think it was true, but the more she thought about it, the more the idea seemed like it might be true. "Kay did act kind of funny when I suggested she and Frankie were lovers," she thought. "I wonder if I haven't stumbled onto something." The more she thought about it, the more excited she got. "If Frankie's sleeping with Kay, he'll probably jump at the chance to sleep with me, too," she thought. "After all, how many kids his age get to have adult lovers? Maybe I should give him the chance." The possibility that she might be able to seduce the young man, even though he was her friend's son and was young enough to be her child, filled her with anticipation. "So, Frankie, what are you and Kay going to be doing this evening?" she asked softly. She gave the young man an inviting smile as she gazed directly into his eyes. Frankie shrugged. "I...ah...I don't know what Mrs. Tobin's gonna do," he replied. "I don't have anything planned. Why?" Sue Ervins' smile grew warmer. "I...I was thinking about taking a walk, Frankie," she said. "Would you like to come with me? Maybe you could give me a tour like you did Kay the other night." "Ah...sure...I...I guess so," Frankie replied. "I...I could do that, I guess." He wasn't sure he ought to be doing this, but he wasn't sure it would be a good idea if he refused. If he did go for a walk with her, he might be able to find out what she was up to. He still wasn't sure what he'd do if she made a pass at him, but he figured the sooner he found out what she was up to, the sooner he'd be able to deal with it and get it over with. "Why Frankie, that's sweet," Sue replied, "Are you sure Kay won't mind?" Frankie stood up. "Why should Aunt Kay mind if you and I go for a walk?" he asked. "You asked me to go for a walk with you, she didn't." "Just a minute, Frankie," Sue said. She got up and walked out into the kitchen. "You ladies don't mind if I take Frankie for a walk, do you?" she asked. "Why should we mind?" Kay replied matter-of-factly, even though her friend's announcement wrapped tight cold bands of fear around her heart. "Oh, God!" she thought. "What's Frankie going to do?" Gloria giggled and said, "The way you said that, Sue, it sounds as if you're volunteering to take my dog, not my son, for a walk." "See you ladies later," Sue said. Wearing a smug grin Kay was only too aware of, she turned and walked back into the living room. "Come on, Frankie," she said, "I want you to give me the same tour you gave Kay the other day." Frankie and Sue started down the road that led to the hunting and fishing association's main lodge. He was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, and didn't say much. He wasn't sure what to say and he had no idea what he'd do if Mrs. Ervins started coming on to him. "So, Frankie..." Sue said as they ambled down the road next to each other, "...you and Kay have been spending an awful lot of time together since Stu left. What, exactly, have the two of you been doing?" "Oh, you know, Mrs. Ervins, just stuff," Frankie replied. "We've been swimming, canoeing, and taking walks, why?" Sue kept looking at the young man walking next to her. "Is that all you've been doing?" she persisted. She was sure there was more and she wanted to hear the young man tell her that. Frankie shrugged and tried to look puzzled. "What else would we be doing?" he asked. He hoped his question sounded innocent. "I mean, what else could we do?" He decided to try acting like he didn't know what she was talking about. At least he could see how far that got him. He looked at Mrs. Ervins and was pleased to see that she looked confused. Sue studied the young man's face. She was a bit surprised by how easily and openly he answered her questions. And that he sounded so sincere. "Could I be wrong about them?" she mused, "Is it possible I'm just imagining that something is happening between Kay and him? He certainly doesn't act guilty.. And I do believe he doesn't know what I'm talking about..." The chance that she might be wrong in her speculation about Kay and Frankie caused her to have second thoughts about what she was contemplating doing. At first, when the possibility that Frankie and Kay might be sleeping with each other occurred to her, she was shocked. Then, as she thought about it, and began to think she might be able to get the young man to sleep with her, too, she became more and more intrigued and aroused. Having a young lover would be a nice change of pace. All of the lovers she'd had up to this time had been married men her age. A young lover would add some spice to her life. And, depending on how experienced he was, she might be able to teach him things about love-making. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. Now, as Sue walked along the road with Frankie and talked with him, she began to feel ashamed of the things she'd been thinking. "What on earth was I thinking? He's a nice, shy, young man," she mused as she strolled along beside her friend's son. "Why he doesn't even know I'm coming on to him! I can't believe I thought that he and Kay are doing what I thought they were. I can't see it, I really can't. I should have known better. I mean, how long have Kay and I been friends? She'd never do anything like that. And it wouldn't be very nice if I did it to Gloria, either." Just then, there was a roaring sound and a four-wheel ATV driven by Ronny Amos emerged from the woods. He braked to a stop next to Frankie and Mrs. Ervins and shut the engine off. "Hey, Frankie," he said, "How ya doin'? Who's this pretty lady?" "I...I'm, ah, fine," Frankie replied. "Ronny, this is Mrs. Ervins, she...she's visiting up at our place. Mrs. Ervins, this is Ronny Amos. He's, ah, a friend of mine. His folks have a cabin here, too." Ronny was wearing a red tank-top and cutoff jean shorts that displayed his well-developed body quite well. Frankie saw Ronny thoroughly checking out Mrs. Ervins and, much to his surprise, he noticed that she looked as if she was quite taken with Ronny, too. "It's nice to meet you, Ronny," Sue said, adding, "and my name is Sue." "He's a real hunk," she thought, "He's really got an incredible body! From the way he's looking at me, I can tell he's not shy like Frankie. I bet jumping between the sheets with him would be quite an experience!" She wasn't sure what to do. All of a sudden, she was confronted with another young man who, unlike Frankie, was obviously interested in her. The look in Ronny's eyes told her he'd like nothing more than to jump her bones. She was excited, but at the same time she was scared. Should she really be thinking like this? It would be crazy to allow herself to have an affair with a young man she'd just met. She felt herself blushing. "What on earth am I doing?" she thought, "First I plan to seduce my friend's son, now I'm thinking about jumping in bed with a young man I don't even know! I'm cracking up! I must be out of my mind!" "Ronny goes to college in Victorville," Frankie said. "He's on the football and wrestling teams. His folks own a cabin a few doors up from ours." "Oh?" Sue said. She didn't know what it was about the muscular young man, but she couldn't keep from staring at him, even though she knew that doing so was probably giving him the wrong idea. Or was it the wrong idea? "You...you look like you're in very good shape, Ronny," she ventured. The muscular young man offered her a smug smile. "Yeah, I work out a lot," he replied. "You work out, Susie? You look like you're in pretty good shape, too." Sue blushed. "I...I do have a...a health club membership," she said, "I...I try to...to keep in shape." "It shows," Ronny said, staring openly at her breasts. "What are you guys doing?" "Ah we...we're just taking a walk," Frankie said. "You want to go for a ride on my ATV, Susie?" Ronny asked. "It's a real blast." Sue knew she would be taking a huge risk in allowing herself to be alone with Ronny. She was very aware of the way he had openly been undressing her with his eyes and was equally aware of how vulnerable she'd allowed herself to become with her thoughts of seducing Frankie. But what the muscular young man suggested, and the prospect of being alone with him, was extremely tempting and exciting... She turned to Frankie. "Frankie, would...would you mind terribly if I did go for a ride with Ronny?" she asked. "I know I'm being rude, but...well, it looks like it could be fun, and..." Frankie shrugged. "I...I don't care, Mrs. Ervins," he replied, "Go ahead, have fun. Isn't that what vacations are for? I...I'll go down to the lodge and get a soda while you go for your ride with Ronny." "Frankie, you're really a sweet boy," Sue said. She gave him a gentle pat on the arm, then she turned to the young man sitting on the ATV and gave him a big smile. "How do I get on that machine of yours, Ronny?" she asked. Ronny got off and helped the woman onto the ATV, then he got on. "Put your arms around me and hang on, Susie," he told her, "You're in for a wild ride." He turned the key and the machine roared to life. "See you later, Frankie," he yelled, then he put the machine in gear and roared off into the woods. Neither Sue nor Ronny saw the broad smile that formed on Frankie's face as they roared away from him. As he stood there, watching them disappear into the forest, it occurred to him that if Mrs. Ervins wound up having an affair with Ronny, she wouldn't be worrying about what he and Kay were doing. "Way to go, Ronny!" he thought. "You just took care of my problem for me, and you don't even know it." He turned and started walking toward the lodge with a big smile on his face. Sue clung to Ronny's muscular torso while they raced over the bumpy logging road going deeper and deeper into the woods. His body was hard and she could feel his muscles moving as the ATV roared along the rugged roadway. He drove fast and wildly, bouncing over the rough road, even taking jumps and sliding around curves. Sue was a little bit frightened by how fast Ronny was going, but she found the ride exhilarating, too. "I...I probably shouldn't be doing this..." she thought as they raced through the woods, "Ronny is nothing like Frankie. Maybe I'm making a mistake." She shuddered, but she tightened her grip on Ronny. "What will I do if..." she thought, and shuddered. Ronny felt the woman's breasts pressing into his back. She was a little older than he usually liked his women and he was pretty sure she was married. But she was good looking, built good, and sure as hell wasn't acting like a married chick. He'd seen her walking with Frankie and couldn't resist the impulse to one-up Frankie, just as he'd been doing since they were a lot younger, and he'd succeeded, just like he had with Vicky Morrison. The woman was hanging on to him now, and Frankie was alone, drinking a soda in the main lodge. "If Susie was desperate enough to put moves on a dork like Frankie, she'll be happier than hell I came along," Ronny thought, grinning broadly as he steered the ATV down a path, going deeper and deeper into the woods. "I bet she's gonna be real happy I saved her from Frankie!" Ronny surprised Sue by stopping in front of a small cabin. He shut off the ATV, climbed off, then he helped her climb off. "What's this place, ah, Ronny?" Sue asked. She felt a little uncomfortable. This wasn't quite what she expected. What did the young man think she wanted to do? She was surprised how bold he was being and felt a little fearful, but her anxiety was tinged with excitement at being alone out here in the woods with the muscular young man. She should never have accepted Ronny's offer of a ride. "I guess it's too late to be worrying about that now, isn't it?" she mused. "It's a place we use during hunting season to eat lunch and take a break," Ronny said. "Nobody ever comes here during the summer. Especially not during the week." "Ronny, why...why did you stop, ah, here?" Sue asked. Her heart was pounding. She didn't expect him to be this direct and was unnerved. "I should never have come out here with him," she thought while her mind continued to fill with trepidation. "I...I shouldn't be doing this. This is crazy! Going for a ride with him was a big mistake. What on earth was I thinking when I put myself in the position of being alone with him?" Ronny shrugged. "I dunno. I thought, maybe, you might like to see it," he replied. He grinned at her. "Come on, Susie, I'll show you what it's like inside." He turned and started walking toward the small cabin. Sue, who was feeling more and more uncertainty about what she was doing by the moment, nevertheless followed Ronny toward the small log cabin. He opened the door and held it for her while she walked past him, into the small building. When they were inside the cabin, Ronny closed the door, then he turned and looked at Sue, who stood in the middle of the small cabin, still experiencing conflicting feelings of excitement, shame, and fear. She looked around. There was a table in the cabin, and chairs, she saw. And there was a cot, too, she realized. "You really are a foxy lady, Susie," Ronny commented. "Th...thank you, ah, Ronny," Sue replied. She saw the way he was staring at her and felt her heart beat even harder. "I...I better ask him to...to take me back to the lodge now," the befuddled woman thought. "Before....before something happens that...that shouldn't." "You look kinda nervous, Susie," Ronny said. "You aren't afraid of me, are you?" Sue looked into the young man's eyes and saw the hunger in them. It thrilled her that he wanted her, but it frightened her, too. She liked teasing with him, but she had an idea he wouldn't be satisfied with just teasing. Did she want to allow things to go beyond that? "I...I don't know, Ronny" she stammered. "I...I just feel a...a little funny about being here alone with you, I guess. Should...should I be afraid of you?" Ronny shook his head. "You don't need to worry, Susie," he replied, grinning. "Believe me, I'd never do anything to hurt someone who looks as fantastic as you do. No way! A chick who looks like you needs to feel good, not scared." "Oh," Sue said. "Get out of here now!" the voice of her conscience warned her, "He's making a pass at you. What are you going to do now?" Ronny stepped closer to her and began to stroke her face and neck with his fingers. Sue shuddered when the young man began to touch her. His touch was practiced, assured. He knew what he was doing. "You better stop him now, before this goes any farther!" the voice in her head warned. "Do you really want to do something like this? Remember, you're married! Get out of this cabin and make him take you home!" "You feel really nice, Susie," Ronny murmured. His fingers moved boldly from her neck down onto her chest and he began to stroke one of her breasts through her T-shirt. "You ain't still wondering why I brought you here, are you?" He was sure she wanted to do the same thing he wanted to do. If she didn't want him, she'd have been out the door a long time ago. Sue felt wild sensations rushing through her in response to what Ronny was doing to her breast. She looked into his deep blue eyes, took a deep breath, and shook her head. "Ah...no..." she murmured. "I...I'm not wondering. Not...not any more." She started this walk intending to get laid by a young stud and it looked like that's exactly what was going to happen, even if the young stud she was going to get laid by wasn't who she thought it would be. A shudder of anticipation went through her. Whatever feelings she had about wanting to leave disappeared when Ronny put his arms around her and pulled her against him. "I didn't think you were," he said. "I kinda figured you knew what was up." Sue leaned against him. "Ronny, I...I'm married, I shouldn't be doing this. It's...it's wrong," she whispered. Another shudder went through her while the young man's hands continued to move boldly over her body. "What am I doing?" she wondered, "Why am I acting like this? Why can't I stop? Why don't I want to stop?" Ronny didn't reply. Instead, he slid his hands onto her breasts and teased them through her T-shirt and bra. Sue moaned and pressed herself against him. "Oh, God, that feels good!" she murmured while powerful thrills shot through her. "Feels...feels so...so good," she murmured. He was going to make love to her! He really was! And, she knew, she wanted him to do just that! Ronny tugged her T-shirt out of her shorts, pulled it up, then he squeezed her bra-encased breasts in both of his large, strong hands. Sue no longer thought about stopping, or the consequences of what she was doing. Driven by lust, she slid her hands between them and began to caress the young man's swollen cock through his cutoffs. Then she unzipped his shorts and slid her hands into them. She felt Ronny shudder when her hand wrapped around his swollen cock. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 14 "Damn! She's even hotter than I thought she was gonna be!" Ronny thought. "She wants it real bad and she's gonna get it! Is she ever!" He peeled Sue's jacket off and tossed it onto the table. Then he pulled her T-shirt over her head and tossed that aside, too. Finally, he slid his hands around behind her and unhooked her bra. When the bra was undone, he slid his hands onto her large, bare breasts and began twirling her swollen nipples between his fingers. Wonderful sensations rushed through Sue, causing her to groan softly. "I don't care if this is wrong," she thought, "it's so wild! And...and it's too late to stop now!" Ronny backed toward the cot, pulling Sue with him. He continued to caress her breasts and she kept stroking his cock. When they reached the bed, he released her, then he stripped the rest of her clothes off while she did the same for him. When both of them were naked, they fell onto the cot and began a serious, passionate exploration of each other's bodies. They hadn't kissed-not once-and they didn't kiss then. Sue groaned when Ronny's lips captured her nipples and he began sucking them hard. He attended to first one, then the other, sucking and nibbling the tender buds until they were tingling, leaving them glistening with his saliva. While Ronny was doing marvelous things to her breasts, Sue continued to massage and stroke his cock. She rubbed the sticky fluid that had begun seeping from the tip into the sides of throbbing shaft. Ronny shifted on the bed and his lips began to travel down over Sue's body. He kissed across her softly rounded belly, then his lips moved into the curly mass of dark pubic hair blanketing her middle. Sue had never, in her wildest dreams, expected anything like this to happen to her when she left for her walk with Frankie! This had gone farther, much farther, than she ever dreamed it would! She was totally and completely out of control! Her hips began to squirm and twist while the young man's hands slid up and down the warm, soft skin of her inner thighs. Moaning softly, she spread her legs to give him access to her middle. "Yes! Oh, yes!" she groaned, her hips rising off the bed. "Yes! Ah! Yes!" she wailed when Ronny's lips and tongue began exploring her sopping pussy. Meeting Ronny was the best thing that had happened to her all week! Ronny was an experienced lover, and even though he was arrogant, he did make sure the women he slept with were satisfied. He had learned early in his sexual career that if he was good in bed, women were good to him. He slid around so he was lying between Sue's legs and kept licking at the soft folds of flesh in her middle and thrusting his tongue into her. He found her clit and lashed it with his tongue. He knew he had her turned on, and he intended to keep her that way until he got what he wanted. Sue, rocked by rapture, was no longer concerned about the wrongness of what she was doing. Her body twisted and turned and moans of pleasure continued pouring from her in an unbroken stream. Ronny brought her right to the verge of coming several times but even though she begged him to, he didn't let her come then. Just when she was sure she was going to explode, he would take his mouth from her middle and lay between her leg stroking and caressing her gently, keeping her at the brink of coming, but not allowing her the release she desperately sought. "Take me! Please, Ronny! I need it! Please!" Sue moaned. Her hands pulled at him, urging him atop her. "Please!" She realized she was begging a young man she just met, a boy young enough to be her son, to make love to her. She should have felt shame, but she didn't. All she felt was overwhelming need. Ronny finally did slide on top of her and when he did, Sue grabbed his cock and guided it into her. When the young man's shaft began to slide into her vagina she wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her up hips against him, sucking him all the way into her. Ronny was startled by how wild this woman was acting. He knew she was hot the minute he saw her, but he had no idea she would be this hot! "No wonder Frankie was looking good to her! She acts like she hasn't been laid in years!" he thought. Once he had his cock all the way in Sue, the young man held himself above her on his outstretched arms and began to drive into her with deep, forceful strokes driven by his muscular hips and legs. It wasn't long before Ronny's powerful thrusts took Sue where she wanted to go. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Now! Now!" she moaned. Her breasts jiggled while Ronny's well-muscled body slammed against hers, driving his cock deep into her. "Can't wait! Need it too bad! I...Ah...I can't wait! I'm coming!" she cried and her body went into spasms of ecstasy. "Yeah!" Ronny groaned, "Oh, yeah!" He ground his hips against Sue's body as he discharged his torrid cream into her. When Ronny was finished, he pulled out and rolled off Sue, onto his side, and lay there, grinning at her. "Damn!" he thought. "She's even better than I thought she'd be!" Sue lay next to Ronny, stunned by how overpowering the experience she'd just shared with him had been. She rolled on her side and kissed him on the cheek. "That was wonderful, Ronny!" she murmured. She started sliding her hands over his muscular, tan body. While she did, Ronny slid his hand down her back and cupped one of her buttocks. She pressed her pelvis against him and could feel his cock. It was beginning to swell again! "God!" she murmured. "I can't remember the last time I was this horny! I've got to have you again! I hope you don't mind!" "No way!" Ronnie replied. "I love it!" Susie was the hottest chick he'd ever been with! He never expected to get this far with her. If all older women were this hot, he was going to have to start putting the moves on some of the female professors at school. A couple of them were hot looking and he'd seen them looking at him with interest. Sue, no longer feeling any recriminations about what she was doing, teased the young man's nipples with her fingers, making them hard, causing him to shudder. Then she bent and began kissing his chest. From one nipple to the other her lips moved, trailing heat and wetness back and forth across his chest, making him tremble. While Sue's lips were working on Ronny's chest, her hands slid over the rest of his body, over his flat, washboard-like belly, into the curly, damp hair at his groin. Her fingers once more wrapped around his erecting cock, which twitched in her hand. Sue's hand stroked Ronny's swollen shaft while her lips continued to nibble and suck his nipples. Then her lips began moving down over his body, following the trail her hands had blazed. "Ah!" Ronny groaned. His hips strained upward when the warmth and wetness of Sue's mouth engulfed the tip of his swollen wand. He couldn't believe it! She was sucking his cock! She sure was one hot babe! He never expected her to do that! Sue decided that since Ronny had eaten her, the least she could do for him was suck his cock! She took her mouth off his cock, looked up at him and smiled. "You don't mind if I do this, do you, Ronny?" she murmured. "Fuck no! I sure as hell don't mind! Not at all!" Ronny gasped. Sue lowered her head once more and let a substantial part of the young man's cock disappear into her mouth while her hands gently massaged his balls. It didn't take long for her to bring the trembling young man to the verge of explosion. He couldn't keep still. His hips were in constant motion while her mouth rose and fell on his swollen wand. Ronny realized he was about to come. "Jesus, Susie, I...I'm gonna come if you keep doing that!" he groaned. Sue lifted her mouth from his cock. "My goodness," she murmured, "we wouldn't want that, would we? I think there's a much better use for this..." She squeezed his swollen cock. "...don't you?" She slid up and straddled him and guided his throbbing rod to her middle. When it was in position, she sank onto it while a look of bliss formed on her face. Once she had the muscular young man's cock in her, she leaned forward and put her hands on his shoulders, supporting herself on her outstretched arms as she raised and lowered her hips on his. While Sue rode him, Ronny grabbed her breasts and started rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. She moved her hips up and down and side to side, making his cock rub the walls of her snug love cave. "Yes! Oh, yes!" Sue hissed. "Oh, yes!" She pounded down against Ronny, twisting and turning her body, making his cock lash around inside her. "Oh...Yes! Oh...Yes! Oh...Yes! Oh...Yes! Oh...Yes!" she chanted, counting cadence for her bounding hips. Then she stiffened, she pressed her groin against the young man's. Powerful tremors of ecstasy begin to wrack her. "Ah! Ah!" Her wail of delight began. Her fingers dug into Ronny's bulging biceps while her body continued to vibrate with feelings of bliss. "Yes! Yes! Take...me! Please! Please!" "Uh!" Ronny groaned, "Ah! Ah!" His back arched, lifting his hips upward, while he hosed her insides with his molten cream. Once her intense need dissipated, Sue lowered herself onto Ronny and let him hold her. After a while, she raised her head, looked down into his eyes, then she kissed him softly. "Ronny, you are amazing, do you know that?" she whispered. Ronny grinned up at her. "You're pretty amazing yourself, Susie!" he replied. "You still sorry I brought you out here?" She shook her head. "I...I'm married," she murmured. "I know I should be sorry about what I just did, but...but I'm not, not in the least!" "How long are you going to be around, Susie?" Ronny asked. "I...I'm going to be here until...until Sunday," Sue replied. "You want to get together again?" Ronny asked. "I know I sure as hell would hate to think this is the last time we're gonna have fun like this!" Sue looked down at him a long time while her eyes reflected the turmoil in her mind. Then she took a deep breath, let it out, and nodded. "I...I do want to see you again," she replied softly. Ronny looked at her carefully. "You sure you really want that?" he asked. "I...I'm not sure about anything," Sue replied. "Except...except that...that I want to see you again." Ronny grinned and hugged her. "Good," he said. "That's what I wanted to hear, Susie. Why don't you come up to my place tomorrow? It's the brown one, with our name on the sign out by the road." "All...all right," Sue said. She rolled off him and they lay side by side for a while longer. Then she got up. "We...we better get back," she said, "My God! Frankie's going to wonder where we got to! What...what if he...if he tells his mother..." "Don't worry about Frankie," Ronny said, "I'll have a little talk with him when we get back to the lodge, he won't say anything if he knows what's good for him." After they got dressed, they climbed back onto the ATV and roared off through the woods, headed for the lodge. Frankie sat on the porch of the lodge, drinking his second soda. "They've been gone more than an hour," he thought. He grinned. "I bet Ronny took Mrs. Ervins to the cabin." A few minutes later, Frankie heard the roar of Ronny's ATV, then the vehicle roared down the road and braked to a stop in front of the lodge. Ronny climbed off the machine and helped Mrs. Ervins get off. She remained standing by the ATV, looking nervous, her face flushed, while Ronny walked up onto the porch. "Can I talk to you inside a minute, Frankie?" Ronny asked. "Ah...sure, Ronny," Frankie replied, "What's up?" Ronny led him inside the lodge. "Look, Benj," he said softly, "I gotta ask you a favor. If anyone asks you what happened tonight, tell them I gave Susie a ride on the ATV then you and she took a long walk, OK?" "Sure, Ronny," Frankie said, "No problem." He found it difficult to conceal his elation. "Thanks, Frankie," Ronny said, smacking the other young man on the shoulder. "You're a real pal. You ain't pissed at me 'cause I cut in on you with Susie, are you?" "Me, nah?" Frankie replied, "I wasn't interested anyhow." "Cool, man," Ronny said, "I'm gonna go get me a soda. See you later, Benj." He went inside the lodge. "See you later, Ronny," Frankie said. He walked out onto the porch. "You ready to go back to the cabin, Mrs. Ervins?" he asked. Sue felt her face getting warm and looked at the ground. She was sure Frankie knew what had happened between her and Ronny and found it impossible to look his eyes after what she'd done. "I...I think so, Frankie," she said softly. "Come on, then," Frankie said. They started walking up the road. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 15 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Chapter fifteen When Frankie and Sue Ervins returned from their walk, he and the three women played a game of "Trivial Pursuits." Frankie could hardly wait to tell Kay what he was sure had happened between Ronny and Mrs. Ervins, but that didn't keep him from winning three of the four games they played. He wanted to get the evening over with so his mother and Mrs. Ervins would go to bed and he and Kay could talk. He was sure that, thanks to Ronny, their problems had been solved, which left him in a very good mood. In fact, his mood was so good he let Kay win the fourth game, although neither she, his mother nor Mrs. Ervins realized he had done it. "I give up," Sue said when the fourth game ended. She stretched and yawned. "As long as Frankie is playing, there's no way I'm going to win without looking up the answers. I'm not sure how you managed to win that last game, Kay." Kay shrugged and forced herself to smile, although the smile was half-hearted. "Just lucky, I guess," she said, "Remember, if Frankie hadn't missed that last question, he'd have won four games in a row." Unlike Frankie, she was feeling despondent. She was in agony the whole time the young man and Sue were gone. Although she tried, she couldn't keep herself from imagining that the worst had happened and she feared that, having no choice, Frankie had given in and made love with Sue. The longer they were gone, the more convinced she became that what she feared actually had occurred. In fact, she'd begun to convince herself that not only had Frankie made love to Sue, she was starting to think he'd might have enjoyed it. Why else would they have been gone so long? By the time the couple returned from their walk, she was near tears, although she was, with much effort, doing a good job of hiding her distraught condition from Gloria, Sue, and Frankie. When Frankie and Sue walked into the cabin, Kay saw the slight flush on Sue's face and the smile on the young man's face and assumed the worst. She just knew Sue had threatened Frankie with disclosure and, having no other choice he gave in and had sex with her. What hurt Kay even more was that it looked as if he'd liked what he and Sue had done, judging from the look of satisfaction on his face when he walked in the door. While the women went off to their bedrooms. Frankie went into his room, slipped out of his clothes, slipped on a pair of pajama bottoms, and climbed in bed. He was anxious to tell Kay what had happened and hoped his mother and Mrs. Ervins would go to sleep quickly so she could come visit him. He couldn't wait to see her reaction when he told her what happened after Sue Ervins met Ronny Amos. Kay lay on the bed in her room debating whether or not she should even bother to go over to the young man's room. Distressing visions of Frankie and Sue making love kept running through her mind. The longer she lay there suffering the horrible thoughts, the more convinced she became that they reflected reality and she grew more and more depressed. She continued to lie in her bed with tears rolling down her cheeks, filled with pain. She tried to ease the pain by telling herself she had no right to be upset. "What claim do I have on Frankie?" she asked herself. "It...it isn't fair for me to be jealous of him if he did what he...he had to...to...to keep from...from getting in...in trouble with his...his parents. If...if he did it, he...he did it for both of us, didn't he? If...if I hadn't gone to bed with him, I wouldn't feel like this. I...I should be angry with myself, not him. I...I just wish he hadn't looked like he enjoyed it so...so much!" She laid in bed and continued to torture herself with thoughts of Frankie and Sue Ervins making love. What had started as such a wonderful week had suddenly turned very bitter. She rolled over on her side and sobbed softly. Maybe she was wrong about Frankie's feelings for her. Maybe he really didn't care about her as much as she thought he did. Maybe he'd just been taking advantage of her. Another thought crossed her mind, one that rattled her. "Why am I doing this to myself?" she realized. "I...I'm a married woman. I've been cheating on my husband, and I have the nerve to act like a jealous teenager because Frankie had sex with Sue!" Time dragged for Frankie, who couldn't understand why Kay hadn't come to his room. He didn't intend to go to sleep, but as time passed and she didn't appear, he lost the battle to stay awake. Kay continued to agonize with her tortured thoughts. She kept imagining Frankie and Sue making love. The images playing in her mind were the most painful she'd ever had. Finally, angry at what she felt was betrayal by the young man, she sat up and dropped her legs over the side of the bed. She had a look of determination on her face and tears in her eyes. "I've got to know what happened," she thought. "No matter how painful the truth might be. If...if Frankie had sex with Sue...if...if he's just been using me...I...I have to know!" She wiped her eyes and blew her nose, then she stood up, slipped a robe over the blue and white satin nightshirt she'd worn to bed. She took a deep breath to steady herself, then she went to the door, opened it, and checked down the hall. There was no light showing under the doors of the bedrooms Sue and Gloria were in, so she left her room and made her way across the hall to Frankie's room. She felt horrible, and was sure she would be getting painful news. Frankie awakened, sensed that someone was in his room, and glanced toward the door. In the moonlight coming in through the sliding door along the wall next to his bed, he could see Kay standing in front of the closed door to his bedroom. He started to smile, but then he saw the pained look on her face. He didn't understand why she looked upset. "What's the matter, Frankie, did...did Sue tire you out?" Kay whispered bitterly as she walked across the room. Frankie didn't understand why she was asking him a question like that. And why did she sound angry? "What are you talking about, Kay?" he asked. "All Mrs. Ervins and I did was take a walk and..." "...and exactly what happened tonight while you and Sue were on your walk?" Kay asked. "You...you were gone for...for an awfully long time." Convinced that Frankie had slept with Sue, she braced herself to hear him say that as she sat down on the bed next to the young man. Frankie was confused by Kay's angry tone. Did she think he had sex with Mrs. Ervins? She sure sounded as if she thought that. "Well," he said, "We were walking down the road toward the main lodge, talking, you know, and Ronny Amos came along and did exactly what he's done with every girl he's ever seen me with." "What did he do, Frankie?" Kay asked. She felt her fears vanishing. If Ronny Amos had gotten involved, maybe all her worries had been for nothing. Her spirits began to rise. She slid closer to Frankie. When Kay's body brushed against his, Frankie's penis began swelling. He was sure she was naked under the blue and white striped satin nightshirt she had on under her robe, and that awareness fact caused him considerable inner turmoil. He only had on pajama bottoms and his penis was already beginning to tent them. "Ah...Mrs. Ervins was, you know, talking with me, asking me about what you and I were doing," Frankie said. "I was acting like I didn't know what she was talking about and it kinda looked like she was starting to believe me. Then Ronny showed up on his ATV. He started putting the moves on Mrs. Ervins the minute I introduced her to him. Then he asked her to go for a ride on his ATV and she said she would. She acted real excited about it. They went into the woods and they didn't come back for over an hour." "They were gone over an hour?" Kay said. "So...so most of the time you and Sue were gone, she was with Ronny?" "Ah...yeah," Frankie replied. "I went down to the lodge and had a couple of sodas while I waited for them. If I'd come back here, Mom would have wanted to know where Mrs. Ervins was and all, so..." He shrugged. Kay was leaning over so her mouth was close to Frankie's ear. Her breast was pressed against his arm and her hair was brushing his face. "Your friend must have some kind of animal magnetism," she murmured, "I never thought Sue was that...that...I don't know what to call it." "Actually, I...I was kind of surprised, too, when she went with him like that," Frankie admitted, "But that's what happened. I thought about following them, but..." He shrugged. He loved the way it felt with Kay's hair tickling his cheek and ear. It felt so good he was having a hard time concentrating on telling her what happened. "It looks like our problem may just have been solved, my darling," Kay said. The young man smiled and nodded. "It sure looks like it might have," he said. He chuckled. "If I know Ronny, I bet he took Mrs. Ervins to the hunting cabin." "You mean that little cabin where you took me?" Kay asked. Frankie nodded. Kay frowned. "I suppose that means it isn't our special place any more, doesn't it?" she said. Frankie nodded. "I guess so," he said. Then he smiled. "But it was our special place first, and besides, we have lots of other special places, don't we? Maybe I'll be able to come up with more special places for us before the week is over." "That would be nice, Frankie," Kay said. She turned, pressed against him, and pulled his face to hers. When their lips met, her tongue probed into Frankie's mouth, and her hips thrust against him. The kiss felt especially wonderful because now she knew the young man was still hers and hers alone. "I...I should never have doubted him," she thought, then she surrendered joyfully to pleasure. Frankie cupped Kay's buttocks in his hands and pulled her against him while he returned the kiss avidly. Then he began sliding his hand up and down her back, caressing her through her silky nightshirt while her gorgeous lithe body writhed against his. After a while, Frankie took his hands from Kay's bottom and began opening the buttons up the front of her nightshirt. When he had it open, he peeled it, and her robe, down over her shoulders, then his hands slid onto her bare, warm skin. When Frankie began caressing her bare skin, delight exploded through Kay and, uttering a soft groan, she pressed herself against him. "Yes! Oh, Frankie, darling! I need you so much!" she crooned. Her hand slid over his chest, teasing his nipples, sending thrills into him. Her other hand slid down and grasped his erection. "Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, Frankie, I need this!" She gave his swollen organ a gentle, insistent tug. "Don't make me wait, darling!" Frankie rolled on top of her and, as he did, he felt her guiding his swollen organ into her hot, wet opening. "Yes! Oh, yes!" Kay murmured when she felt his erection sliding into her. She pressed her hips up against his. "Oh, Frankie! You're filling me! Oh, Frankie, I need you so much!" Her fingers dug into the young man's buttocks and her pelvis ground against his. "Please, darling, Take me! Frankie! Take me! Oh, darling, I need you!" Frankie lay against Kay, his hips slamming against her, his rigid shaft probing deep into her. He slid his hands under her, grabbed her buttocks and pressed even tighter against her. Kay began to moan and Frankie covered her mouth with his to muffle her screams of delight, and his, when they began experiencing a mutual orgasm. He hung on, riding her thrashing form, as ecstasy swept through her. And, with her vagina spasming around his probing erection, the young man sent jet after jet of his hot cream into shooting her. After they finished, Kay kissed him softly, her eyes bright. "Oh, Frankie, you are such a wonderful lover!" she whispered, "And you're such a clever young man, too!" She kissed him again. "I still can't believe Sue..." She shook her head. "...went with that Ronny person like you say she did. I guess it really is true that you only think you know what people are really like." After sharing one last, fond kiss, she got out of Frankie's bed and slipped on her nightshirt. She bent and touched the young man's cheek softly with her fingers, then she silently slipped out of the room. After Kay left his room, Frankie lay in his bed, feeling pretty good. Ronny Amos, for once, had done him a favor, and what was really nice about it was that Ronny thought he was giving Frankie the shaft. It felt good to have the last laugh on Ronny for once. And, in addition to that, Kay was buying the Williston cabin. That meant, he fervently hoped, that he'd be able to keep seeing her. Exhausted and happy, he fell back asleep. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 16 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountainsa Chapter sixteen The next morning, Frankie and Kay got up early and walked down to the dock for their morning swim. "It will be interesting to see what Sue does today," Kay said as Frankie slid the canoe into the water. "Yeah, I was thinking that, too," he said, smiling. They got in the canoe and Frankie pushed it away from the dock. "You think she'll to try and get together with Ronny again?" he asked as he began to paddle toward the raft. "After the way she acted yesterday, I'd have to say it's a pretty safe bet," Kay replied. Looking perplexed, she shook her head. "I still find the way she acted yesterday surprising. I never dreamed Sue was like that, but then I guess I shouldn't be surprised. She never lets any grass grow under her tires when she wants something. Judging from what you told me, I doubt this is the first time she's had an affair. I wonder how long she's been doing that." They swam for a while, but they weren't able to make love because there were fishermen out on the lake. They were lying next to each other on the raft when Frankie rolled on his side and grinned. "I haven't shown you the beaver lodge yet, have I?" he asked. "What beaver lodge?" Kay asked. The young man gestured toward the island that was close to the raft. "There's a beaver lodge on that island over there," he said, grinning. "You want to see it?" "Ah...sure, why not?" Kay replied. They climbed into the canoe and Frankie paddled to the island. He pulled the canoe up on shore, and held it steady so Kay could climb out. "Come on," he said, taking her hand, "it's over on the other side of the island." Kay was thrilled to once more be alone with him in a place where nobody could see them. "Are you sure there's really a beaver lodge over here, or are you just using that as a ploy to lure me to the island so you can have your way with me?" she asked while the young man led her down a path that ran through the middle of the small island. The path was narrow and nearly overgrown with brush. "Come on, Kay, you know I wouldn't lie to you," Frankie replied, "There really is a beaver lodge. It's over on the other side of the island. You'll see in just a minute." They reached the shore of the island on the side of the island away from the cabins and, lo and behold, there was the beaver lodge, a mounded construction of branches and mud jutting up out of the water a few feet from shore. "The entrance is under water," Frankie explained. "That way nothing can get in and bother their babies." "Frankie, this is really something!" Kay exclaimed, "I've never seen anything like this before, except in pictures." She grabbed the young man's hand and gave it a squeeze. "This is nice," she said softly, looking into his eyes. "I'm really glad you offered to show it to me." Their eyes remained locked and Frankie stepped toward her. She moved closer to him and slid into his open arms. "I have a confession to make," he said, smiling. "What's that?" Kay asked. "Ah...I...I did tell you about the beaver lodge to lure you onto the island so I could have my way with you," he said. Kay grinned at him. "I was pretty sure that's what you were doing," she said. "Actually I hoped it was." Then their lips were touching. Their bodies pressed together as their tongues probed and lashed. Fire flashed through Frankie's body and, from the way Kay was moving against him and cooing, he had a feeling it was doing the same in hers. They sank to their knees on the pine needles and leaves blanketing the floor of the island. Frankie stripped off his sweatshirt, and the shirt his companion was wearing, and spread both garments out on the ground. Then he peeled off the two parts of her swimming suit and they laid down next to her on the pieces of clothing. He placed his hand on one of her bare breasts. "Oh, Frankie!!!" Kay moaned when his hand engulfed her breast tenderly. Once again, feelings of delight began to rush through her. Nobody else could make her feel the way this wonderful young man made her feel! She slid her hand into his cutoff jeans, grasped his erection, and was delighted to feel how hard it was. She felt him shudder and heard his gasp of joy. Frankie's hands began gliding over Kay's warm, velvety skin and his lips moved to her straining nipples. He couldn't get over how neat it was to touch her, and how wildly she always responded to his touch. While Frankie's hands glided over her, rousing her to a fever pitch of need, Kay groaned and arched her back, pressing her breasts against the young man's mouth. He had promised her there would be new special places for them, and he was fulfilling his promise! "Uh! Yes! Oh, Frankie! Oh, darling!" she moaned. Her body twisted and turned as his hands traveled over it lovingly, touching the spots he knew roused her. Frankie explored his lover's body, keeping his touch as light as he could. He loved the soft moans of delight his caresses drew from her. His fingers trailed over her belly and between her quivering legs. He began teasing her vagina and she responded with gasps of ecstasy. When his fingers brushed her clit, she moaned and her body twisted and strained even more fervently. He moved between her out-stretched legs and began kissing her belly. Wild sensations were sweeping through Kay. "Oh! Oh! Frankie! Frankie!" she groaned. Her movements became more and more frenzied. "Uh!" she grunted when the young man slipped a finger into her and began stirring it around while he rubbed his thumb gently over her clit. Her hips were moving incessantly and her head rolled from side to side on the shirt she was lying on. Frankie kissed down over Kay's belly and through her pubic hair, then he began licking her clit while his finger continued to jab into her. Kay went wild. She pressed her lips together and clenched her jaw to keep from crying out too loudly. "Oh! Oh! O! Ah!" she murmured when a powerful orgasm swept through her. When Kay finally lay still, Frankie, who had shed his cutoffs while he was eating her, slid up on top of her and plunged his rock-hard organ into her. "Oh!" Kay murmured when she felt the young man's swollen organ invading her. "Oh, Frankie! Yes! Give it to me! Yes! Oh, Frankie! Oh, darling! Oh, darling!" Holding himself up on outstretched arms, the young man lunged against her, driving himself deep into her. Their movements were accompanied by the soft rustling of dry leaves and pine needles on which they lay. "Gonna come!! Oh, God, Kay! I'm gonna come!" he groaned as his explosion neared. "Ah! Oh! Oh!" he moaned when his come spewed from him, bathing her insides with moist heat. "Frankie! Oh, Frankie! Oh! Oh! So hot! I...I...I can feel you coming! Oh, Frankie! Oh, darling! Oh, Frankie! Oh, Frankie! Oh, Frankie!" Kay wailed. Her hips rocked, grinding her pubic bone against his while exhilaration suffused her. Spent, they lay on their backs next to each other, sated, staring at the sky through the canopy of leaves. Finally Kay turned on her side, raised up on her elbow and looked at Frankie. "Frankie, you did it!" she murmured, "You found another special place for us to share!" Frankie smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I guess I have, huh?" he said. A while later, Kay sat up and reached for her swimsuit. "We better get back or your mother will get suspicious," she said. "Yeah, I guess," Frankie said. He started getting his clothes back on. Once they were dressed, they got back in the canoe, pushed off, and began paddling back toward the Bobar cabin. As usual, breakfast was ready when they returned to the cabin. Sue Ervins was, Frankie's mother told them, still in bed. "I wonder if something is wrong with Sue," Gloria Bobar mused while they ate. "She's never slept this late before." "She's here on vacation, Mom," Frankie said, "just let her sleep. Vacations are for getting rest, aren't they?" "I guess," his mother said. "I've got a hairdresser's appointment this morning," she continued, "and there are some things I have to pick up in Victorville when I'm done. Would you like to go along, Kay?" "If you don't mind, I think I'll pass," Kay replied, "I think I'm going to goof off today. Maybe I'll even take a walk up to the Williston cabin later." She smiled. "I still can't believe it's going to be mine soon." "I'm really glad I mentioned that it was on the market," Gloria said. "I'm excited for you." She stood up. "Well, I have to get going, or I'm going to be late for my appointment," she said, "I probably won't be back until mid-afternoon." She picked up her purse and walked out of the cabin. Frankie and Kay cleared the table and did the dishes, then they went to their respective bedrooms and got dressed. When Kay was dressed, she walked out to the living room and sat down on the sofa. When Frankie appeared, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, he looked at her and smiled. "You really look nice," he said softly. Kay had on an olive green cotton sweater that zipped up the front and clung to her slim but well-formed upper body like a second skin. She also had on a pair of loose-fitting white slacks. He was surprised to see that the loose garment actually looked just as sexy as tight slacks did. "Thank you, Frankie," Kay replied. She couldn't remember the last time her husband had complimented her on any of her outfits. Frankie complimented her on just about everything she wore. "You want to go for a walk?" Frankie asked. "I'd love to, Frankie," Kay replied. She stood up and they walked out of the cabin. "You want to go up to your cabin?" the young man asked when they reached the road behind the cabins. "I'd love to," Kay replied. They started off in the direction of the Williston cabin. They hadn't gone far before they both heard the sounds of a roaring engine. Ronny Amos, on his ATV, appeared around the corner, headed toward them. He saw Frankie braked to a stop, and shut the machine off. "Hey, Frankie, how you doing today?" Ronny asked. "Hi, Ronny," Frankie replied, "I'm OK, how are you?" "Never been better," Ronny said. He looked at Kay and his eyes scanned her boldly. "Jeez, this chick's darn near as good-looking as Susie," he mused. "She looks like maybe she's a little younger and she's skinnier, but she ain't that bad. Frankie's got a fuckin' harem at his house this week. I wonder if this chick's as hot as Susie?" "You going to introduce us, Frankie?" he asked. "You sure have a bunch of pretty ladies staying at your place this week, don't you?" "Ah...Mrs. Tobin, this...this is Ronny Amos," Frankie said. "Ronny, this is Mrs. Tobin." "Hi, there, Mrs. Tobin," Ronny said, "You want to go for a ride on my ATV? I'll show you some neat places you can't get to any other way." "I think not," Kay replied curtly, "I'd rather walk. I need the exercise." Ronny looked surprised and a little angry. He wasn't used to having women turn him down and didn't like it much that this one had. It irked him more that she seemed immune to his charms and, in fact, looked like she didn't think much of him. "Skinny bitch! She's probably fuckin' frigid," he told himself, "Maybe she's a fucking dyke." "Well," he said, firing up the ATV, "you ever want a ride, just tell Frankie, he knows where my place is." He revved the engine and, popping the front wheels off the ground, he roared off. "What an arrogant asshole!" Kay exclaimed. "You certainly were right about him!" Frankie took her hand and squeezed it. "You and I sure agree on that," he said. "Why on earth would Sue want to get involved with someone like him?" Kay wondered out loud as they resumed their walk. "It doesn't take a genius to see he's scum." "I don't know," Frankie said, "but she isn't the only one. Most of the girls around here seem to like Ronny. I mean, he smokes dope, drinks, and sleeps with a different girl every night, but he always has at least one girl chasing him. I've never been able to figure out what it is guys like that have that attracts girls." "I'm not sure what it is, either," Kay replied absently. "I fell for a guy like that once," she mused as they walked. "But I learned my lesson. Did I ever!" They walked along silently for a while. "Can I ask you something kinda personal?" Frankie said after they'd gone a little farther. "Of course you can, Frankie," Kay replied. "I...ah...I hope you don't think I'm being too nosy," the young man said, "but I was wondering why you and Mr. Tobin never had any kids. It's...it's probably none of my business, but I think you'd have been a really super mother." "It's sweet of you to say that," Kay responded, deeply touched by his comment. "I can't have children. Stu always wanted a son badly, and I would have loved to have had children, but I can't." "That's too bad," Frankie said. "It...it's my fault," Kay said. "I...before I got married, I..." She paused when she realized what she had almost said. Frankie's question had turned her thoughts to something she had been trying to keep buried for a long time. "How could it be your fault?" Frankie asked innocently, "I mean, it isn't your fault if you can't have kids. Mom has a couple of other friends who can't have kids, too." "The thing is, the reason I can't have children it isn't an accident, or a problem I was born with," Kay said somewhat hesitantly. She took a deep breath, then she continued, "A long time ago, before I was married, there was a young man I thought I was madly in love with." She shook her head. "It's funny, but now that I think about it, he wasn't too different from Ronny Amos, but I couldn't see that then. Anyhow, I was young, and more than a little naive. But he was my first love, and...well...I wasn't as careful as I should have been. I wound up pregnant." "You did?" Frankie said. "Oh, wow! What happened?" "Well," Kay continued, "I...like I said, I was quite naive. When I realized I was pregnant, I was excited, because I thought Rick-that was his name-would be excited, too, and that we'd get married." They arrived at the Williston cabin and started walking down the driveway. Frankie took Kay's hand again as they moved closer to the cabin. "I found out too late that Rick had no intention of getting married," Kay continued. "In fact, marriage-to me at least-was the last thing he wanted. He...he told me he wanted me to...to get rid of...of the baby." They stopped next to the garage and turned to look at each other. Kay was touched by the intense concern she saw in Frankie's eyes. "You mean he wanted you to have an abortion?" the young man asked. Kay nodded. "Did...did you?" Frankie inquired. Kay nodded again. "I...I didn't want to, but I couldn't see any other choice," she said softly. "I...my parents were very strict, and very religious. They'd have been incredibly angry with me if they'd known..." She shrugged and tears began to well up in her eyes. Frankie pulled her into his arms and could feel her trembling as he held her against him. He was sorry he'd brought up the subject. Kay laid her head on his shoulder. "Back...back then..." she murmured, "...where I lived, you couldn't get abortions like you can now. Rick he...he found someone who'd do it and..." She put her arms around Frankie, squeezed him tightly, and shuddered. "Why don't we go up on the front porch and sit down?" Frankie suggested. Kay nodded and they did. Seated next to Frankie on the bench formed by the railings around the porch on the lake side of the cabin, Kay continued her story. "I...I had the abortion. It was horrible. I thought things would get better then, but they didn't. Rick...he...he stopped coming around," she said softly. "I...I never saw him again." "What a creep!" Frankie murmured. "I...I guess he was," Kay said, "but I didn't think so then. I was devastated. When I went to work for Stu and he asked me out, he was sweet and had a growing business and all, and my folks liked him, so I married him. Later, when we tried having babies, and I couldn't get pregnant, my gynecologist told me the abortion had damaged my ovaries and uterus. He said I-I could never get pregnant." "Damn!" Frankie exclaimed. Kay leaned against the young man, laid her head on his shoulder, and sobbed softly. "Kay, I...I'm sorry I asked you about this," Frankie said. "I...I didn't want to hurt you and..." "It's...it's all right, Frankie," Kay said, laying her hand on his. "I...you...you didn't know." She kissed him lightly on the cheek. "You know, you're the only person, other than Rick and my gynecologist, who knows any of this." "What?" Frankie asked, surprised, "You...you mean your husband doesn't know?" Kay shook her head. "He knows that I can't get pregnant. I-I never could bring myself to tell Stu," she replied, "I-I guess I was too ashamed, or something." "Or was it because, even after all the years I was married to Stu, never felt comfortable enough with him and how he feels about me to tell him?" she mused. The thought startled her. What did it mean that she'd told Frankie the best-kept secret of her life? Was it possible she felt more trust in him than she did in her husband? She'd never been sure what Stu would have done if she'd told him. Somehow, though, she knew she could tell Frankie and that it wouldn't affect how he felt about her. "Oh," Frankie said softly. He was touched that Kay trusted him enough to share her innermost secret with him. "Ah...Kay..." he began. Kay sat up straight, wiped her eyes, smiled, and caressed the young man's face lightly with her hand. "Frankie," she said, interrupting him, "I am so glad you and I got together this summer. You can't imagine how good you are for me. And in more ways than just sex." Frankie flushed a little and smiled. "Ah, you're good for me, too," he said. He pulled her into his arms and gave her a powerful hug. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 17 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Sue Ervins finally got out of bed, took a shower, got dressed, and went out to the kitchen. She was still feeling a bit uncomfortable about what had happened with Ronny Amos the night before, so it didn't disappoint her to find the cabin empty. She smelled coffee and walked over to the counter where the coffee maker sat to get herself a cup. She saw the note lying on the counter next to the coffee maker, picked it up and read it: "Sue, Gloria had a hairdresser's appointment and went to town. She won't be back until this afternoon. Frankie and I walked up to the cabin Stu and I are buying. We'll be back later. Kay" Sue poured herself a cup of coffee, sat down at the table, and sipped it. She wasn't sure what she was going to do today. She did tell Ronny Amos she wanted to get together with him again but now, in the light of morning she found herself filled with misgivings about the way she'd behaved the night before. What was wrong with her? Why had she thrown herself at the young man the way she did? And why was she thinking about doing it again? Before this, she'd always been careful about who she had affairs with. She picked the person, and controlled the relationship. And she decided when she saw her lovers, and when she was done with them. What happened with Ronny was different and it both excited and frightened her. On top of that, she was sure Frankie knew something more than just a ride on Ronny's ATV took place the night before. "It's ironic," Sue thought bitterly. "I thought I had something on him and Kay, now he's got something on me." She was sure Frankie wouldn't say anything to her husband, but the fact that he knew she'd slept with his friend bothered her. That was different, too. Until now no one, other than her lovers and her, had ever known about her affairs. While Sue was debating whether she would see him again and beginning to lose the debate, Ronny Amos was sitting on the porch of his cabin, having a beer and smoking a joint. He looked toward the woods and thought he saw a flash of gold among the greenery by the path. He kept looking at the spot and, before long, Vicky Morrison appeared, wearing a large man's shirt that came almost to her knees. Smiling, she walked across the lawn and up the porch steps. When she spotted Ronny through the screen, she waved. He waved back. "Can I come in?" the girl asked. "Do you really need to ask?" Ronny replied. Vicky opened the screen door and came in. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Having a beer," Ronnie replied. "And smokin' some weed. You want some? This is real good shit. A friend of mine at school brought it back from Mexico." "I'd love some," the delectable young woman replied. "You don't mind it that I came over, do you Ronnie?" She walked to the chair where he was sitting, bent over, and picked up one of the marijuana cigarettes he had in an empty cigarette box. She took a pack of matches, straightened up, and lit the joint, then inhaled deeply and held the smoke while a blissful look formed on her pretty face. Vicky knew her parents didn't approve of her relationship with Ronny, partly because he was older than she was, but mostly because he drank, used drugs, and had sex with a lot of girls. All of that was true and, for her, that was part of the attraction he held for her. Her folks would have preferred if she'd spent time with Frankie Bobar, but she didn't want to hang out with Frankie. He was nice enough, but he was so dull! All he ever wanted to do was go for walks and canoe rides, and stuff like that. He'd never once even made a pass at her, even though she'd done her best to let him know one would be welcome. Ronny, on the other hand, was exciting. He wasn't the first male she'd had sex with, but he sure was the best. He fucked her harder and better than anybody she'd ever been with, and he had shown all kinds of wild positions and things they could do. On top of that, he'd shown her how wild it was when you had sex while you were on drugs. As far as she was concerned, he made coming to the mountains for the summer worth it. Vicky was standing so close to Ronny that the fabric of her shirt was brushing his arm. He could feel warmth radiating through the fabric and wondered what she had on under the shirt. Vicky exhaled slowly, letting the marijuana smoke drift slowly out of her mouth. The effect of the drug was beginning to take make itself known. She smiled and nodded. "I saw you watching me yesterday when I was sunbathing on our dock," she said. She giggled. "I was kind of hoping you'd come over and fuck me right there!" Ronny took a deep drag on his joint. "I thought about it, babe, I really did," he said as he held the smoke in his lungs, "but I figured your Momma night not like it." He grinned at her as he let the smoke out. "Besides, I knew you'd be around sooner or later." "You're damn sure of yourself, aren't you?" the slim blonde replied. "What if I hadn't come over? What if I'd gone to Frankie's house instead?" "I knew you'd be over," Ronny said. "You know I got what you need." He snorted derisively. "And I know you ain't goin' anywhere near Frankie, 'cause he ain't got nothin' you need. Shit, that wimp ain't got nothin' any broad needs." He put his joint in the ashtray and pulled Vicky onto his lap. Her arms went around his neck and their lips met. Fire coursed through him the minute Vicky's taut bottom came in contact with his groin. Her tongue traced his lips and his came out to meet it. His penis began to swell and press against her firm buttocks. "I want you to fuck me now, Ronny!" Vicky moaned, clinging to him, writhing her delectable bottom against his hardening shaft. Her soft hands moved on his body. "I haven't been fucked really good in so long!" Ronny unbuttoned the girl's shirt and discovered that, under it, she was as naked as the day she was born. The shirt fell to the floor and his lips wrapped around one of her swollen nipples. "Oh! Yes! Suck them, Ronny! Suck my tits!" Vicky moaned. She tossed her joint into the ashtray on the table, tangled her fingers in Ronny's hair, and pulled his face against her chest. "We...need...to...to get more comfortable," Ronny stammered. He urged Vicky off his lap, stood up, scooped her into his arms, and carried her into his bedroom. She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled her warm lithe body against him. Ronny laid the pretty young blonde on the bed, stripped off his shorts and shoes, and joined her. His lips and hands began exploring her lean, lovely body. Before long he had her writhing and twisting, her hands pulling at the sheets, and moans of ecstasy pouring from her. "Oh, Jesus, Ronny, I need you so fucking bad!" she groaned, "Please! Please, Ronny! Fuck me!" Ronny slid on top of Vicky, his legs falling between hers. He grabbed his pulsing cock in his hand, and slid the head between the juice-soaked lips of her pussy, then he lowered his hips and drove his swollen cock into her tight warm cavern. While Ronny plunged into it, Vicky's body shook, writhed and twisted. Her clawed fingers raked his back and her loud cries of rapture echoed through his bedroom as she was wracked by pleasure. "Oh!" she squealed, "Oh, God, Ronny, does that ever feel good! Ah! Ah! I'm cuming! Oh!" Her hips body strained wildly against Ronny's while she came. Ronny couldn't wait. He felt his fluids bubble up and spew into Vicky's pulsing cave while their bodies continued to struggled, seeking as much pleasure as possible. When they finished, they lay in each other's arms. Vicky's back was to Ronny, her tight little butt snuggled against his groin. His arm was draped over her and his hand was wrapped around one of her firm young breasts. "I heard you out on your ATV last night and thought you were going to come see me," Vicky said softly, moving her bottom against him invitingly. "I was headed for your place, babe, but something came up," Ronny replied, squeezing her breast, rubbing his thumb over her nipple. Vicky giggled and kept up her the stimulating movement of her buttocks. "What came up?" she asked, sounding a little petulant. "What was more important than screwing me?" "Not more important, babe," Ronny said, "just handy. I met one of the chicks staying at Frankie Bobar's place." "Has Frankie got a girlfriend up or something?" Vicky asked, sounding interested. "Nah," Ronny replied. "This chick is older. She's a friend of his folks, I think. I think Frankie thought he was gonna score with her. They was walkin' down the road, holdin' hands and all." "So why did meeting some lady who's staying at Frankie's house mean you couldn't come see me?" Vicky asked, sounding even more petulant. Ronny shrugged. "Jeez, babe, you now how it is," he said. "Things kinda happened. I took her for a ride on my ATV, you know?" Vicky rolled around so she was facing him, and looked at him, wide-eyed. "Let me get this straight," she said, "You took some woman who's staying at Frankie Bobar's place for a ride on your ATV? I suppose now you're going to tell me you screwed her." Ronny patted her hip and nodded. "You're pretty sharp, babe," he said. "You figured it out right the first time." "Do you expect me to believe a grown-up woman you just met let you take her out in the woods and fuck her?" Vicky asked, sounding incredulous. "Come on, Ronny, I'm not stupid!" Ronny, grinning broadly, nodded. "You better believe she let me screw her, babe! She didn't just let me screw her, she was hotter than hell," he replied. "I took her out to the hunting cabin and the minute we got there, she was all over me." "Damn!" Vicky said. "I don't believe it. It...it really did happen, huh? Oh, wow! She was really hot, huh?" Ronny nodded and smiled. "Damn near as hot as you, babe," he said. "Jesus, after I fucked her once, she gave me a blow-job to get me hard so I could fuck her again!" "Oh, wow!" Vicky said, her eyes hot. She laid there next to him, lost in thought for a second. There was something she had always wanted to do. Maybe Ronny would help her do it. "You want to try something?" she asked eagerly. "What kinda crazy ideas are you gettin' in that pretty little head of yours now?" Ronny asked. "You think this chick is hot enough so she'd be interested in doing a threesome with us?" the slender young blonde asked, her voice vibrant with excitement. Ronny grinned and shook his head. "Damn, Vicky, you really are a piece of work," he murmured. He liked the idea. He and Vicky had often talked about doing a threesome, but so far they hadn't found anyone willing to participate with them. "I don't know, but I guess we can find out, can't we?" he said. "I figure she'll be comin' up here for more fucking today. I'll see if she's interested in havin' you join us." "Neat!" Vicky exclaimed, her eyes bright. She rolled onto her belly, then pulled her knees under her and pushed her ass up in the air. "Fuck me again, Ronny!" she murmured. "Fuck me from the back. Fuck me doggy-style!" Ronny didn't need any encouragement. He got to his knees behind the lean blonde and shoved his re-vitalized cock back into the girl's tight, warm cave. "Oh, God, Ronny!" Vicky exclaimed when she felt his hard cock sliding into her. "Yeah, oh, Jesus, does that ever feel good!" Ronny reached under the young woman, grabbed her breasts, and used them like handles while he began to thrust into her, driving his cock deep. His thighs slapped against her ass, and his fingers mauled her erect nipples. Vicky's body shook from the force of Ronny's thrusts and her moans started to increase in volume. Her snug pussy rippled along his cock, informing him that she was about to come again. "It's happening again! Yeah, Ronny! Give it to me! I'm coming! I'm coming! Ah! Ah!" the slender blonde vixen cried. Once again her body went into paroxysms of ecstasy. When Vicky's cries of bliss began to echo through his cabin, Ronny exploded into the young woman's wildly bucking body, filling her with his hot essence. Vicky lay next to Ronny after they finished, looking at him. "Are you really going to see if you can get that lady to do a threesome with us?" she murmured. "You better believe I am, babe," Ronny replied. "I think it would be wild." Just thinking about having Susie and Vicky in his bed at the same time made his cock twitch. The sound of someone knocking at the back door startled both of them. "Ron...Ronny? Are you there?" a feminine voice called. Ronny looked at Vicky. "That's her," he whispered. "Susie, the chick I was telling you about." "I'll be right out, Susie!" he yelled. "You gonna fuck her?" Vicky asked, her eyes wild. Ronny smiled and nodded. "You better believe I am! That's what she's here for," he replied. "I sure as hell ain't gonna turn her down." Vicky had a wild idea. "Can I hide in the closet and watch you fuck her?" she asked. She thought it would be a real thrill to watch Ronny fuck another woman. She'd never seen anyone fucking in real life, just in porno movies she and Ronny watched sometimes. Ronny grinned. Vicky sure was wild when it came to sex. "Sure," he said, "Why not? I'll give you a real eyeful." Vicky got off the bed and slipped back into the big shirt. Then she walked back to the bed, knelt on it, and kissed him longingly. "Put on a good show for me, Ronny," she whispered. "A real good show." She got off the bed and disappeared into the closet. Ronny struggled to his feet, slipped on his shorts, and went to the door. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 18 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains For most of the morning, Frankie and Kay remained on the porch of the cabin Kay was buying, talking about a lot of things and learning far more about each other than they ever thought they would know. She and Frankie covered a wide range of topics in their conversation and Kay became more and more impressed with the young man's maturity and the careful way he was planning his life. He had better plans for his future than she'd had when she was his age. Of course, he had supportive parents who could afford to finance his college education, which her parents couldn't do. "You've got your future pretty well planned, don't you, Frankie?" she commented. Frankie shrugged and looked a little sheepish. "Sort of," he replied. "At least I thought I did. I didn't count on you being a part of it, though." His comment took Kay by surprise. "Am I really going to be a part of his future?" she thought. "Is it realistic, or sensible, for either of us to think that could happen?" "I...I didn't either," she said softly. "This is nice, talking like this," Frankie commented. "I mean, I really like making love with you, but this is nice, too, in a different kind of way. I...I've never talked with anyone the way you and I have been talking." "It is nice, isn't it?" Kay replied. "I haven't had such a nice talk in ages." It surprised her to realize that there was more to their relationship than wonderful sex. She did like just being with Frankie and talking with him. He was an attentive listener and he had a wide range of interests that made conversation with him enjoyable. She couldn't remember ever feeling this comfortable talking with her husband. And just being with him felt good. She wasn't sure she'd ever felt quite like this with Stu, even when they first started dating. By the time Stu came into her life, she was half-convinced she'd never find anyone who wanted to marry her. Had she married him out of fear? She had begun to wonder if she'd ever loved him. Frankie turned to her, put his hand on the silken softness of her hair and pulled her face to his. When his lips covered hers her tongue slid between his lips and into his mouth and caused desire to flare inside him. He could feel her hand drop to his lap and she gently began to stroke his penis, which immediately began to grow hard. Kay was flushed and gasping softly when the kiss ended. "Oh, Frankie, what am I going to do?" she said breathlessly. Her body was coming alive, just from the kiss. "You make me feel so wonderful when you kiss me!" Frankie began stroking one of her breasts gently through the smooth material of her sweater and could feel the nipple grow erect. She was pressed against tightly him so he could feel her trembling. "Are you OK now, Kay?" he asked. "You're shaking." "I'm fine, my darling. I'm shaking because of the effect you have on me. Oh, Frankie, you're always so gentle with me," she whispered. She laid her head on his shoulder. "I just can't get over how gentle you are!" Frankie tugged down the zipper on her sweater and slid his hand inside, onto her hot, bare skin. He was happy to discover that, once again, she wasn't wearing a bra. He began toying with a rigid nipple. A shudder went through her and a soft sigh escaped from her. Her hand clutched his swelling penis. "God, Frankie, you know that when you do that, it makes me crazy, don't you?" Kay whispered. "You're turning me on! I...I wish I had a key so we...we could go inside and make love!" Frankie continued to fondle her breast. "I'm turned on, too," he replied. "Being with you does that to me." Kay realized she was about to lose control again, and really didn't care. She fumbled his pants open and slid her hand inside, onto his swollen penis. "God, Frankie, I need you!" she murmured. "How...how are we going to...to..." "What...what's the matter with making love right here?" Frankie groaned. "He...here?" Kay gasped. She found it hard to think. His hand slid into her slacks, between her legs and he began to caress her need-damp middle. She shuddered. Hunger for him was rapidly overwhelming her. "We...we can't make love here in broad daylight! How...how can we do that?" "Why can't we? You want me, don't you?" Frankie asked and slid his finger into her tight opening, making her squirm. "God, yes!" Kay replied. Her hips, moving of their own volition, were thrusting her opening against his hand. "You know I do! Oh, God, darling, you're making me crazy!" "Sit on my lap," he told her. Kay got up, pushed down her slacks and panties, and stepped out of them. Then she straddled his legs. While she was doing that, Frankie pushed his pants down and, when she was in position, he pulled her down onto him. "Oh!" Kay groaned, shuddering with delight, as his engorged cock slid into her. "I can't believe we're making love out in the open in broad daylight like this!" Her arms locked around his neck, she pressed her lips against his, and her overheated body began the rhythmic motions of love-making. Both of them found it thrilling to be making love on the porch, out in the open air in broad daylight. Their need for each other took over and, frantically, their joined bodies strained together. There was some danger of discovery, but there were few other people at the lake and the spot they were in was hidden from the road behind the cabins, so it was unlikely they'd be interrupted. "I can't believe it! Oh, God! Oh! Oh, Frankie! Oh, darling! Oh! Oh!" Kay cried. Her body began to jolt and jerk wildly when an orgasm exploded through it. "Oh! Yes! Yes!" "Yeah! Oh, God! Yeah!" Frankie cried as he exploded a gusher of his seed into Kay. Spent, Kay remained sitting on Frankie's lap. Her arms were around his neck and her head was lying on his shoulder. He remained buried in her, still hard. Gently, his hand stroked her hair. As she clung to him, she could feel his penis begin to soften. After a few seconds, his diminishing organ left her body. She giggled. "Oh!" she murmured and squirmed on his lap. "That tickled." She kissed him and hugged him. "I can't believe what we just did!" she exclaimed. "What if someone had come along?" "They'd have gotten quite an eyeful, wouldn't they?" Frankie said, smiling. Kay lifted herself off the young man, wiped herself off with some tissue she had in her pocket and put her panties and slacks back on. Frankie stood up and pulled up his jeans. "I guess, maybe we ought to go back to our place, huh?" he said. Kay put her hand in his and leaned against him, her head on his shoulder as they walked back to the cabin. When they got back to the Bobar cabin, they found it empty. "Gee, I wonder where Sue is?" Kay commented facetiously. Frankie smiled at her. "You think if we found Ronny, we'd find Mrs. Ervins?" he asked. "I wonder," Kay replied, grinning. Frankie walked over to Kay and put his arms around her. "It's just noon," he said. "You think we have time for another quickie before Mom and Mrs. Ervins get back?" "Ah...Frankie I...I don't know," Kay replied. She wanted to make love with him again, but she wasn't sure that they should. What if his mother came home earlier than she said she would? Or what if Sue returned and caught them? They'd escaped detection once, was it wise to put themselves at risk again? "Come on," Frankie insisted, tugging her toward the wing of the house where their bedrooms were. "Oh, Frankie, I...I don't know..." Kay murmured, but she did go along with him. Frankie stopped outside his bedroom door, smiled, pulled her into his arms and covered her lips with his. The minute the young man's lips pressed against hers, Kay knew she couldn't help herself. She had to have him again! She pressed against him and her tongue forced its way into his mouth. Heat rushed through her as his body pressed against hers. Excitement blossomed in her while their tongues lashed. "Come on," Frankie said when the kiss ended. He led her into his room and to his bed. Kay followed, her legs rubbery. He sat down on the bed and pulled he onto his lap. Her firm bottom pressed against his swollen shaft and she squirmed against his erection when he pulled her face to his and joined their lips in another torrid kiss. She could feel Frankie's swollen organ pressing against her bottom and a shudder of anticipation raced through her. She knew they were taking a big risk, but she didn't want to stop. She groaned, pressed tighter against him, and stabbed her tongue deep into his mouth. Frankie tugged down the zipper on Kay's sweater, spread the garment open, and his hands began exploring her hot skin, bringing gasps of delight from her. Her hands caressed his face and slid through his hair while her lips and tongue roamed his face. "We...we really shouldn't be doing this Frankie!" Kay murmured. "We...we're taking a big chance. What...what if...if your mother...comes...home and...and catches us?" "We've got plenty of time," Frankie replied. He bent and took one of her nipples between his lips. "Oh! Oh, God!" Kay groaned when the young man's lips began affording delectable attention to her bare breasts. He suckled one of her turgid nipples, then the other, while his hands massaged and squeezed her breasts gently, raising her level of passion rapidly. She peeled down her slacks, then she began stripping Frankie's clothes from him. He helped and it wasn't long before they were both naked. The young man's hands continued to roam over her body while hers explored his. "Do you like it when I do this?" Frankie asked. He slid two fingers into Kay's soaking wet pussy, and began caressing her clit with his thumb. "Yes! Yes! Oh, Frankie! Yes!" Kay moaned in response. Her body began writhing. Much as she loved what Frankie was doing, she was also aware that they likely didn't have much time. "Please, Frankie! I...I need you! Take me!" They laid down and Frankie arranged them so they were lying on the bed spoon-fashion, with him behind her. He pulled her leg up and managed to slide his erection into her warm, snug opening from the rear. They'd never made love in this position before, but he found out it was pretty nice because he could suck Kay's breasts at the same time he was plunging his erection into her. "Oh, Frankie! You always make me feel so wonderful!" Kay groaned when the young man's engorged shaft began sliding in and out of her. The fact that he was sucking on her nipple at the same time felt so incredibly good, it was making her crazy! "You...you...Oh, Frankie!" she groaned, barely able to speak. Frankie was enjoying what he was doing to the pretty woman and the very visible effect his actions were having on her. She shook every time he slammed into her and all she seemed to be able to do was moan and gurgle with delight. "Oh, Frankie I...I can't wait! Oh! Oh! Frankie! I can't wait!" Kay groaned. Her body stiffened, then began to quake and she began to wail with joy. "Gaaahhhhhh!!!! I...I...I'm coming! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes" Even though Kay was coming, Frankie didn't. Steadily, inexorably, he continued to slide his erection in and out of her. "Frankie you...you...didn't...come!" Kay exclaimed once her orgasm had passed and she had calmed a little. The fact that the young man hadn't come frightened her. What if that meant the magic was gone, that he was growing tired of her? "What..." "Don't worry, Kay," Frankie said. "I'm just not ready to stop yet." He pulled out of her, rolled her onto her back, then slid atop her, and jabbed his erection back into her. Kay experienced another rush of thrills and felt her body rise to meet his. "Yes! Oh, Frankie! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" she moaned. Her fingers dug into his buttocks, pulling him against her. He was hammering into her like a pile-driver! She hoped he'd never stop! Never! Looking down into Kay's passion-inflamed face aroused Frankie immensely. She was so beautiful, and her body was moving against his so urgently! "Kay! Oh, God, Kay, I'm gonna come!" he cried, feeling his insides begin to unleash, knowing his explosion was near. "Oh, Kay! Oh, Kay! I'm coming! Yeah! Yeah!" The young man's insides uncoiled and gusher after gusher of his hot, sticky cream jetted into his lover. "Yes! Oh, Frankie, yes! Take me! Take me!" Kay cried, pulling at him, her body trembling with ecstasy. "Oh! More! More! Oh, Frankie! Oh, Frankie! Ah! Ohhhh!" Her rocking body strained against his. "Wow!" Frankie said breathlessly after their intense need for each other had finally abated and they lay wrapped in each other's arms. "That was really intense!" Kay kissed him. "It certainly was! You are such an incredible lover!" she exclaimed. "I'm glad you think so," Frankie said, "I want to be good for you." "Oh, God! Are you ever!" Kay replied and kissed him again. "You can't imagine how good you are for me, or in how many ways!" "What are you doing?" her conscience asked. "It sounds like you're falling for him. If you are, you're really being foolish." She found the thought disturbing. Was it possible she was falling in love with the young man? For some reason, the possibility that could be true frightened her. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 19 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Sue Ervins, wearing a snug T-shirt and equally snug jeans, stood the door of the Amos cabin, looking nervous. She felt uncomfortable what she was doing from the time she left the Bobar cabin. She wasn't used to pursuing her lovers, up to now, they'd all pursued her. Several times, as she walked up the road, she'd stopped and thought about turning back but something inside her kept her going. Even after she reached the cabin, she stood at the door, pondering her behavior, before she knocked. Ronny, wearing only a pair of jeans, opened the door. "Hey, Susie, I was hoping you'd come up today like you said," he said, grinning at her. Sue looked at the young man's bare chest, blushed, and transferred her gaze to the floor. "Uh...look, Ronny, if...if I'm bothering you, ah, I can come back some other time," she stammered. "Ah, no, it's OK, Susie," Ronny said. "Like I said, I was hoping you'd show up." He stepped back and held the door open for her. "I'm glad you came over. Come in." Sue moved past him, into the cabin, and looked around uncertainly. She knew what she was there for. She wanted a replay of what they'd done the night before, but that didn't keep her from feeling nervous. She had never before chased any man. She'd always chosen from the many men who were pursuing her. And the fact that the man she was pursuing was half her age added to her discomfiture. "I...I shouldn't have bothered you, Ronny," she murmured. "I better go." She turned and took a step toward the door. Ronny put his hand on her bare arm and stopped her. "Come on, Susie, you know you ain't bothering me. You don't want to leave," he said, giving her arm a squeeze. "You and I both know that." Sue turned to face him. Her arm remained in his grasp and already, tingles of delight were racing up her arm. "I, ah, no, I...I guess I...I don't, ah, want to leave," she said softly. Her voice sounded strained and her chest was heaving. Ronny looked into Sue's eyes and she looked into his. He bent, pulled her to him, and covered her lips with his. His hands slid down her back, cupped her full bottom, and pulled her against him while their tongues dueled wildly. Finally, breathing hard, Sue leaned back in Ronny's arms and looked at him with wide hot eyes. "My God! What is wrong with me?" she murmured. "What am I doing? I...I better leave." Despite what her protesting words, she made no attempt to get out Ronny's embrace, and offered no resistance when he lead her down the hallway to his bedroom. She stood next to his bed, trembling, while he pulled her T-shirt over her head and cast it aside. Then he caressed her swollen breasts for a few moments, fanning the fires of need which were already glowing inside her. She moaned softly when he slid his hands down over her bare belly, opened her jeans, and pushed them down. While he was removing Sue's clothes, Ronny looked over her shoulder and saw Vicky peeking out from the slightly open closet door. When Vicky ran her tongue over her lips, his cock got even harder. "This is really a wild trip!" he thought as he grinned at the hidden blonde. Once he had her slacks off, Ronny took Sue's breasts in his hands and lifted them while he leaned down and sucked one rigid nipple into his mouth. "Oh, God! Why...why am I...doing this? It's so wrong!" Sue murmured, clutching the young man's head with her hands while his lips traveled from one breast to the other, thrilling her. "We...I...we shouldn't..." Ronny pulled the trembling woman down onto the bed and immediately began to kiss his way across her softly rounded belly. Her skin was silky and warm. His lips kept moving, finally arriving between her firm thighs. He began exploring her pussy with his tongue. Sue laid there, her body shaking, her head rolling from side to side, while the young man's tongue sent ripple after ripple of pleasure through her. "So good! Oh! That feels so good, Ronny!" she moaned. "Don't stop! Oh, God, Ronny! Please don't stop doing that! I love it! I love it!" Vicky, gazing out the partially-open closet door, watched while Ronny ate the woman on the bed and saw her frantic reaction. She knew exactly what he was doing felt like and shuddered as she remembered what delights he gave her with his mouth. "Damn, he really is screwing an adult!" the trembling blonde thought. "She's got a pretty good body and she's kinda pretty, too. God, I sure hope we can do a threesome with her! That would be so awesome!" By the time Ronny finished his oral investigation of Sue's pussy, she was trembling like a leaf. He moved between her splayed legs and, his body looming over hers, he slid his rock-hard cock into her. He couldn't get over how tight she was! When the young man began plunging his rigid pole into her, Sue groaned and her body began to writhe and strain against his. Her hands alternated between beating on the bed and pulling at his arms. Her legs rose and locked behind his. "They're fucking! They're really fucking!" Vicky thought as she watched Ronny plunge his cock into the woman lying on the bed. "This is so wild!" She shuddered and began caressing her own breasts while she continued to watch the joined couple writhe in passion. Quivering so hard she made Ronny shake, too, Sue came, exploding with a high wail of pleasure. "Ayeee! Ayyeeee! Ayeeeeee!" she screamed. Sue's pulsing vagina sucked the fluids from Ronny's cock, dragging him along with her to heights of bliss. They rocked together, sharing wave after wave of intense pleasure. Afterward, Sue lay in Ronny's arms, crying. "I...I don't know what has come over me this week," she whimpered. "I...I can't believe I'm...I'm acting like this. Why...why am I doing these things?" "Hey, come on, Susie," Ronny whispered. He stroked her arm gently. "We're having fun, is all. What's the harm? We're havin' great sex, right? What more could you want?" Sue looked at the young man, a puzzled expression on her face. "Yes, oh, yes, you're a marvelous lover!" she replied. "But...but I'm married and..." "You don't really want to stop doing this, do you Susie?" Ronny asked. He began stroking the soft surface of one of her breasts. He could see the nipple again growing erect, and felt her shudder. "If you did, you wouldn't get to feel this..." He bent and drew one erecting nipple between his lips, and heard her moan softly. Sue knew she wasn't fooling anyone, not Ronny, not herself, with her protests. What was the point? She wanted him as much as he wanted her! "No, dammit, I don't want to quit!" she exclaimed. She pushed Ronny over on his back, grabbed his rejuvenated cock, bent down, and took it into her mouth. In no time, she had it rock-hard again. Holding it in her soft hand, she climbed atop him, impaled herself on his swollen organ, and groaned with delight. "Jeezum! They're going to do it again!" Vicky thought as, wide-eyed, she watched the woman on the bed mount Ronny. "I don't believe this. She's horny as hell, just like Ronny said she was!" "Oh! Yes!" Sue hissed while Ronny's cock slid into her. "I need this! I love it!" When the young man's organ was in her as far as it could go, she began moving her hips up and down. Her face was a mask of lust and her breasts bounced and jiggled as she rode the young man and felt his swollen shaft stabbing into her. Ronny reached up, grasped the woman's breasts, and began to torture her rigid nipples with his thumbs. Having the young man's cock plunging deep into her while his thumbs rubbed over her tender nipples rapidly sent Sue spinning to heights of joy once again. She was surprised by how quickly he could make her come. "Yes! Yess! Yes!" she shrieked as, once more, she experienced a maelstrom of ecstasy. "Oh, yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Ronny moaned when he began to spurt his hot juices into her. Their bodies continued to grind together, their juices mixing. "Oh, wow! That was awesome!" Vicky thought. She was leaning against wall of the closet, gasping for breath, trying to keep still. She'd never seen anything more thrilling in her life than what she'd just observed in the bedroom. She wanted to join in desperately. Ronny had to convince the woman to do a threesome with them, he just had to! Afterward, Ronny and Sue cuddled in each other's arms for a while. Finally Sue pushed herself up on her elbow. "I...I'm all sticky and sweaty," she murmured, "I...I need a bath." "There's a shower in the bathroom," Ronny said, "It's through the door at the end of the hall." "I...I think I will...take a...a shower," Sue said. She got out of bed and walked down the hall to the bathroom. "The towels are in the cupboard next to the shower," Ronny yelled. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 20 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains After Sue disappeared into the bathroom, Vicky emerged from the closet in Ronny's bedroom and joined him on the bed. Her eyes were bright and her pretty face was flushed with excitement. The bathroom wasn't that far from the bedroom, so they could hear the sound of the shower running. "God, Ronny, that was really wild!" Vicky whispered breathlessly. "It was like watching a live porno movie. I got so turned on watching you guys, I had to make myself come!" Ronny began running his hands over the girl's slender body, making her quiver. "You still want to do that threesome?" he asked. "After what I just saw, more than ever!" the flushed teenager replied. "You're right! She's hot as hell, and pretty, too! I want her!" Ronny grabbed the lithe blonde's ass, pulled her against him, and their lips joined in a heated kiss. Vicky ground her body against his. "Here's what we'll do..." Ronny said when the kiss ended. He told Vicky what his plan was. "Awesome!" Vicky exclaimed when he finished his explanation. "Totally awesome! Ronny, you're a genius!" She kissed him on the cheek. Ronny got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. He walked in and found Sue still in the shower, visible to him through the clear glass doors of the shower enclosure. Warm water was cascading down on her well-formed body and beads of water gleamed on her smooth, pale skin. Her back was to Ronny, so she didn't see him enter the bathroom and was unaware that he was watching her. When she turned and saw Ronny, she looked startled. Her look of surprise was quickly replaced by a wide, inviting smile when the young man opened the glass door of the large shower stall and stepped inside. "You don't mind if I take a shower with you, do you, Susie?" he asked. "Do I look like I mind?" Sue asked, smiling. "You sure don't, Susie," Ronny said. He slid his arms around her wet, soap-slick body, pulled her against him, and kissed her. Sue pressed against him, returned the kiss passionately, and her tongue slid into his mouth. When the kiss ended, she leaned back in the young man's arms and smiled at him. "I...I'm really becoming a...a wanton woman," she said. "You saying that I'm corrupting you, Susie?" Ronny asked. He leaned forward and kissed her bare shoulder. Sue shook her head. "You...you're bringing out the animal in me," she replied. She thrust her pelvis against him. "There may come a day when I regret this but, dammit, I don't care! This is wonderful! I haven't been fucked this well in ages!" Ronny grabbed a washcloth, took the soap, got it full of lather, then he began to give his companion a thorough, and very arousing, bath. It wasn't long before Sue's quaking body was covered with white, foamy lather and her eyes were agleam with passion as a result of Ronny's hands gliding over her with the lather-filled cloth. Ronny managed to maneuver Sue back into a corner of the large shower enclosure, as far from the door as he could get her. He turned her so her back was to the door, then he leaned back against the tile wall and pulled her slippery body against his. Once more, their lips met. Thinking about what was about to happen, and having the woman's luscious body pressed against him, made the young man's cock begin to swell. Over Sue's shoulder, Ronny watched Vicky slip silently into the shower, her lean body a lovely contrast to Sue's fuller one. He handed Vicky the cloth and she began soaping Sue's back and shoulders. At first, Sue didn't realize more hands were caressing her than should have been. Ronny was continuing to touch her in places that turned her on and all she knew was that he had her feeling about as wonderful as she'd ever felt in her life! For some reason, his caresses today were a lot more gentle and loving than they'd been before. "Mmmmm!" she murmured, pressing against Ronny, "Oh, Ronny, that feels fabulous! You have such a gentle touch today!" Watching Vicky caress Sue with the sudsy cloth made Ronny's cock lurch to full erection. As it rose, it wedged itself firmly between Sue's thighs. "My goodness! I do believe you're hard again!" Sue murmured, thrilled by how much the young man seemed to want her. Ronny grasped Sue's slippery ass and pulled her tight against him while Vicky continued moving the washcloth over her body. Sue finally realized there were too many hands working on her and stiffened. She looked up at Ronny, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. The grinning young man continued to hold tightly against him, moving his hips, making his cock slide against her pussy. "Ronny, what...what do you think you're doing?" she gasped. She tried to pull out of his embrace, but couldn't because he was too strong. He continued to hold her tightly against him. "Somebody else is here, who...who is it?" she gasped. She finally managed to get out of his grip, turned, and saw a lithe, pretty blonde young woman standing there with the washcloth in her hand. "Oh, no!" she gasped, taking a step backward, bumping into Ronny, whose cock slid between her buttocks. "Hi, Susie," Vicky said. "I'm Vicky. The three of us are going to have a party." She reached out with the sudsy cloth. Sue tried to back up farther to escape Vicky's caresses, but her attempt to elude the girl was futile because there was no place for her to go. All her actions did was cause her delightful bottom to press against Ronny, whose erect penis slid deeper between her firm, soap-slick buttocks. The young man reached around her, cupped her lather-covered breasts in his hands, and began rolling her rigid nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. "What...what do...do the two of you think you...you are you doing?" Sue stammered. Feelings of excitement and revulsion swirled in her mind. She'd never made love with a woman before, and had always thought doing so was sick and perverted. If that was true, why did she feel so aroused now? "Come on, Susie," Ronny said, "Vicky and I are going to make love to you." "No!" Sue moaned. She squirmed, trying once again to escape the young man's embrace. "Please don't! This...this isn't right!" Vicky stepped closer, placed the washcloth between Sue's legs, and began soaping and caressing the older woman's pussy. Between what the girl was doing to her pussy, and what Ronny was doing to her breasts, Sue found herself being inundated with powerful, undeniable, sensations. "Oh!" she moaned and sagged in Ronny's arms. "Please! Oh, please, don't...don't do this to...to me!" Ronny kept kneading Sue's breasts and twirling her rock-hard nipples. "Why not, Susie?" he murmured. "I can tell you like what we're doing now. You're gonna love what we do in a little while." Vicky's hand continued it's circular movements between the older woman's legs. Ronny could feel Sue trembling and sensed that her trembling was a signal the woman was losing the battle for control. "Oh, God!" Sue murmured plaintively. "Please don't do this! It's...it's so wrong!" "It feels good, though, doesn't it, Susie?" Vicky responded. "Yes! Oh, God, yes!" Sue moaned in reply. She realized she was losing the battle to stop the horrible, yet wonderful thing she was being drawn into. "Want to go someplace more comfortable, Susie?" Ronny whispered in Sue's ear. "Be a lot more fun if we were doing this in my bedroom, wouldn't it?" "Yes!" Sue moaned, pressing her ass even harder against his cock and rotating her hips. They got out of the shower, quickly dried each other off, and walked down the hall to Ronny's bedroom. While they moved down the hallway, the two young people kept touching and caressing Sue, keeping her so tuned on she could barely think. When they got in the bedroom, Vicky took Sue's hand and pulled her toward the bed. The two women fell onto the sheets and rolled into each other's arms. Their lips met and their hands began moving over their bodies. Ronny stood in the doorway, watching. It was as if they women had forgotten him. He didn't mind. Watching the two beautiful women make love promised to be the wildest experience of his life. Vicky pressed Sue onto her back and her lips began moving over the older woman's ripe body. The slender blonde's mouth engulfed one of Sue's protuberant nipples and she suckled it, bringing gasps from the quivering brunette. Then she accorded the older woman's other breast the same treatment. Sue's body moved sinuously as Vicky continued exploring it with her hands and lips. Vicky moved so she was lying between Sue's outspread legs, then her lips and tongue began working on Sue's pink, puffy vaginal opening. The older woman's body jolted and she moaned passionately. Watching, them, Ronny knew Vicky had found Sue's clit. "Oh!" Sue moaned. She never dreamed it would feel this fabulous to be made love to by another woman. "Oh, God! Oh, God! That feels so good!" She no longer cared that it was a woman, actually a girl young enough to be her daughter, who was making her feel this wonderful! Ronny, who had a rigid erection and was tired of being a spectator, climbed on the bed behind Vicky and lifted her hips. When he had them where he wanted them, he slid his rampant cock into her. "Oh, God! Oh, God! I...I can't wait! I can't wait!" Sue cried, her body bucking wildly. "Oh, God! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, God! Oh, God!" "Unnnnhh!" Ronny groaned, adding his cry of ecstasy to Sue's. His hot juices exploded into Vicky, whose lithe body was quaking and jolting as wildly as Sue's and who was moaning into Sue's pussy as she experienced a powerful orgasm, too. Afterward, Ronny lay on the bed, a gorgeous woman on either side of him, feeling the heat of their feminine forms as they pressed against him. He'd thought about doing something like this often, but had never dreamed he'd pull it off. "Anybody want a soda or a beer or something?" Ronny asked. "I'm thirsty as hell after all that." "Yeah, I sure could use a drink," Vicky said. "Me, too," Sue agreed. Ronny got up, slipped on his pants, walked out to the kitchen, and got three sodas out of the refrigerator. When he returned to the bedroom, the two women were having a conversation and didn't see him, so he stood in the doorway, listening to what they were saying. "What on earth made you think of doing this?" Sue asked Vicky. The slim teenager shrugged. "I don't know, when Ronny told me about you and him, I just thought it might be fun," she replied "Are...are you a...a...?" Sue asked. "I'm not a lesbian," Vicky replied. "I've been getting it on with Ronny every summer since I was old enough. It's just that I've always wondered what it would be like to get it on with another woman." She giggled. "And it was awesome! Really awesome!" "So this...this was your...your fist time with...with another woman?" Sue asked, sounding incredulous. Vicky nodded. "I was kind of scared I wouldn't be able to do it. But after I watched you and Ronny getting it on earlier, I got really turned on," she said, grinning. "You guys really put on a sexy performance." Red-faced, Sue looked at the young woman in amazement. "You...you watched us when we..." she stammered. "H...how?" Vicky pointed in the direction of the closet. "I was hiding in the closet," she said. "You...you...watched us...making...making love?" Sue stammered, turning an even brighter shade of red. "Of course," Vicky replied. "You can't believe what a turn-on it was. Like I told Ronny, I got so hot I had to play with myself. I made myself come when you guys did the second time." Sue didn't want to talk any more. She'd abandoned herself to pleasure and wanted to continue, no matter what the eventual consequences might be. She pushed Vicky onto her back and rolled atop her. "Vicky, I want to make love to you!" she said, and kissed the teenager. Vicky returned the kiss ardently. Sue began exploring the girl's lithe body. Her caresses were tentative at first, but became more confident as she touched the teenager's svelte, finely-formed body. "Oh, Vicky, you have such marvelous breasts!" Sue whispered as her hands glided over Vicky's firm globes. "I've always wished I had breasts as firm and gorgeous as yours are!" She bent and suckled first one nipple, then the other. Ronny, still standing in the doorway, heard the slender teenager groan with pleasure and saw her begin to writhe. Sue's kisses and caresses moved to the area of Vicky's groin. She parted the teenager's slim legs, then began kissing between the spot where the trembling pillars of flesh joined the girl's body. "Oh, yes, Susie!" Vicky moaned, "Do it! Oh, God, that feels so awesome!" Ronny had enough watching. His penis once more had risen to the occasion. He went into the room, set the sodas on his dresser, then he approached the bed. Sue's face was buried between Vicky's legs and her back was to him. He moved to the bed. His cock, rigid as a steel shaft, was pointing toward Sue's shapely bottom, which she had unknowingly offered to him. Ronny got on the bed behind Sue, then he slid his penis into her from the rear. His thighs slapped against hers as he sank into her all the way. Her warmth engulfed him. He reached under her, gripped her breasts, and began lunging against her. "C-C-C-C-Coming!" Vicky cried out suddenly, "Oh, God! Susie, you're so aweseome! I'm coming! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" At the same time Vicky was screaming out with joy, Sue's body began to shake and quiver. That movement, plus Vicky's urgent cries, triggered Ronny's explosion. Groaning loudly, he erupted into her rippling pussy. Sue lifted her mouth from the girl's pussy. "Oh!" she cried, "I'm coming again! Again! I'm coming again! Yes! Yes! Yes!" When their shared orgasms finally ended, the trio of lovers collapsed in a tangled heap of spent flesh on the bed. "I...I'm more confused than I've ever been," Sue sighed. "I know I shouldn't be doing this, but making love with both of you was so wonderful." "You think you might want to do this again some time?" Ronny asked. Sue studied him for a minute. "I...I think that would be fun," she replied, grinning. "What about you, Vicky?" "I sure do!" Vicky said. "If it's as awesome as this was, you bet I want to do it again!" They rested for a while, then Ronny got up and got the sodas he'd put on the dresser. As he lay there between the naked women drinking them, he mused that it was really nice being in bed with two beautiful, naked women. Later, dressed, the three of them walked out to the living room. Sue explained that she had to get going so her friends wouldn't wonder what had happened to her. She kissed both Ronnie and Vicky, then she left. Vicky turned to Ronny. "Now what, superstud?" she asked. "Want to go out in the hot tub?" he asked. Vicky nodded and said, "Sounds good to me." A little while later, they were sitting in the hot tub, feeling their muscles unwind in the soothing, bubbling hot water, which gave Vicky's skin a delightful rosy glow. Ronny looked at Vicky and grinned. "You look really sexy when you're hot," he said. She slid onto his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck and their lips met. Her tongue explored his mouth and heat, generated by his contact with Vicky, not the tub, spread through him. Ronny slid his hands over Vicky's body and she snuggled against him. "You better be horny again because I sure am!" she giggled. She knew he was, because she could feel his hardening cock pressing against her taut bottom. She wriggled her butt against him. "I'm pretty sure I don't need to tell you I am," Ronny said. "Do I?" "God, no!" Vicky replied. She shifted she was straddling him, facing him. Her breasts just broke the surface of the churning water. Her hard nipples were pointing at him. Ronny bent and sucked one of the nubbins of flesh into his mouth. "Ahhhhhhhh!" Vicky moaned, her head her fingers dug into his shoulders. His rock-hard cock rubbed the cleft between her buttocks. Ronny cupped her bottom, loving the way it felt when she clenched the muscles in her buttocks. While he was playing with the girl's ass, he continued to move his lips from one nipple to the other. She kept moaning and her body began shaking. Under the water, her hips were rotating, caressing his rigid penis. "Come on, Ronny, put your cock it in me!" Vicky murmured, and raised her hips. Ronny's swollen shaft snapped to attention and the tip came to rest between her vaginal lips. When she lowered herself, he slid into her. "Yes!" she hissed. "That's it! Oh, God, Ronny! It feels so damn good when you fuck me!" "It feels just as good to me," Ronny replied. Their lips joined again. They sat like that for a while, joined, enjoying having their bodies coupled. Passion spread through them slowly. Eventually, it felt so good they had a hard time staying still any longer. "I've got to fuck you," Ronny said. He began caressing Vicky's breasts gently, holding the firm globes in his cupped hands, sliding his thumbs over the distended tips. "Oh!" Vicky crooned. Her hips began to move slowly. Ronny met her motions with movements of his own and soon they were churning the water into foam with their frantic movements. "Yes! Yes!" Vicky groaned, "Harder, Ronny! Harder! Oh, yes! I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Am I ever!" "Me, too! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" Ronny cried when his cream jetted into her. Spent, they relaxed, entwined, in the warm water of the tub. Eventually, they struggled out of the hot tub. Vicky put her shirt back on and headed home. Ronny, exhausted by his activities, got another beer, lit himself a joint, turned on the TV, and sat down on the sofa. "I wonder what those two cunts are going to want to do tomorrow?" he mused as a leering grin formed on his face. "Hell, I wonder if Frankie has any more fine pussy like that down at his place. Maybe I should check." A Week In The Mountains Ch. 21 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountaind After they finished making love, Frankie and Kay reluctantly got out of bed, cleaned themselves up, and put their clothes back on. They had just walked into the living room and seated themselves when Sue wandered in. She was too exhausted and distracted by what she'd been doing that afternoon to notice the looks of relief Frankie and Kay exchanged when she entered the house. Just as Sue walked past the table where the phone was located, it rang. She picked it up. "Hello," she said. She listened. "Hi, Stu, this is Sue. No, she's right here, hang on a minute." She looked over at Kay. "It's your husband," she said. "He wants to talk to you." Kay got up, walked over to Sue, and took the phone from her friend. "Hello, Stu," she said. She realized she felt a bit miffed at him for intruding on her time with Frankie. The realization turned her anger into feelings of guilt. "Hi, Kay," her husband replied. "Look, I think I got things pretty well under control here. I wasn't planning to, but I think I'm going to come back up Saturday morning." Kay wasn't at all pleased by her husband's announcement. "All...all right, Stu," she said. "Yeah," her husband continued, "I figured the guys and I could get in some fishing, you know. And..." "And what?" Kay asked. "Nothing," Stu replied. "Glen and Mike have gone off on a fishing trip with some other guys," Kay told him. "They won't be back until late Saturday." "Damn," Stu said. "Sounds like that woulda been fun. Oh, well. I'm still gonna come up," he continued. There was a long pause. "Kay...there...there's something I...I need to talk with you about, anyhow. That's...that's really why I'm coming back up." Kay had no idea what it was he wanted to discuss with her, and was too upset by his announcement that he was returning to worry about the reason. "All right," she said. "I'll see you Saturday." She put the phone down. "I wonder what he wants to talk with me about that's so important it couldn't wait until I get home?" she mused. She continued to stand next to the table holding the phone, lost in thought. Sue plopped down on the sofa, looking really bushed, which she was. "What was that all about?" she asked Kay. "Stu...he's coming up Saturday, he...he got whatever it was he had to do finished," Kay replied. Sue smiled wanly and shook her head. "Looks like our bachelorette days are going to end Saturday, huh, Kay?" she commented. Kay nodded and said, "It does look that way." She started for the chair where she'd been sitting when the phone rang again. "This place is getting like Grand Central Station," she said. She turned, walked back to the table, and picked up the phone. "Bobar residence," she said. "May I speak with Kay Tobin?" a male voice said. "This is she," Kay replied. "Ah, Mrs. Tobin," the man said, "this is Morton Dumas, at the real estate office. Everything's all set to close on the Williston property. If you can come in at nine tomorrow morning, we can do the closing." "That's good news, Mr. Dumas," Kay said. "Tomorrow at nine? I'll be there." "Was that the guy from the real estate office?" Frankie asked when Kay put the phone down. He'd heard her say her husband was coming back, and was upset about that, but the news the cabin would be hers tomorrow cheered him. Kay smiled at him and nodded. "Yes, it was," she replied. "He says everything's ready, and I can close tomorrow at nine." "You're so lucky," Sue commented. "I'm going to have to push Mike to look into that other cabin when he gets back from that fishing trip. I really want us to have a cabin up here, too." Frankie and Kay grinned at each other, unseen by Sue. They had a pretty good idea why she felt that way. Gloria arrived home later that afternoon, sporting a re-built hairdo. Frankie lugged in the groceries his mother had purchased while she gracefully accepted compliments from the other women about her new hairstyle. The young man couldn't see where his mother's new hairdo was that much different than her previous one had been, but the women acted like it was totally new and they'd never seen one quite as beautiful before. His mother had bought some hamburger and Frankie made it into patties, which he cooked on the gas grill for dinner. They sat on the cabin's large porch, eating the burgers and some cold salads his mother had brought. And they used paper plates and cups, which meant there were no dishes to wash afterward, either. After they finished the meal, Sue suggested a game of cards. "I'm not going to lose any more games of 'Trivial Pursuit'," she said. She suggested they play pinochle instead. The others agreed and she and Frankie's mother paired off against Frankie and Kay. "Where on earth did you learn to play pinochle like that, Frankie?" Sue commented several hours later, after he and Kay won their fifth game in a row. "I thought kids these days spent all their time playing video games, not cards." "I guess I should have warned you, Sue," Frankie's mother said. "A few years back, Frankie and his friends played pinochle all summer vacation. I thought it was so cute. A whole bunch of kids would come over to our house and spend the day on the porch, playing cards. And, of course, he used to play with us up here sometimes, too." "I don't believe it," Sue said, throwing her cards down. "Do you play bridge, too, Frankie?" Red-faced, the young man nodded. "A little," he said, "I get by." "Don't believe him, Sue," Gloria said, "He was president of the Bridge Club his senior year in high school. He won the state high school bridge tournament that year." "I'm glad I didn't suggest bridge, then," Sue grumped. She smiled at Frankie. "You're quiet, Frankie, but under the surface, there beats the heart of a hustler, doesn't it?" she commented. Then she pushed her chair back from the table. "I don't know about you folks, but I'm going to bed." "Me, too," Gloria said. Frankie and Kay also went to their respective rooms. Frankie got undressed, then he slipped into a pair of pajamas and went to the bathroom. When he left the bathroom to return to his room, he passed Kay's door and noticed that it was slightly ajar. He checked to make sure his mother's and Mrs. Ervins' doors were closed, then he peeked through the gap. Kay, nude, was slipping a white cotton nightgown over her head. He swallowed hard. Watching the garment sliding down over her lithe, lovely body made his groin tighten. He pushed the door open silently, stepped into the room, and quietly closed and locked the door behind him. "You are so pretty," he said softly. Kay turned quickly. "Frankie!" she exclaimed. "You...you startled me!" "I saw your door was open, so I thought I'd stop in for a kiss," he said. "What about your mother and Sue?" Kay asked. "Their doors are closed and there's no light shining under them," Frankie said. "They're probably asleep, especially Mrs. Ervins." He walked over to her, and pulled her into his arms. "Don't worry, we won't be disturbed." He bent his head and covered her mouth with his. When the passionate kiss ended, Kay leaned back in the young man's arms looked at him, her face flushed. "Oh, Frankie, I can't believe the effect you have on me," she murmured. "I can't keep my hands off you." "I can't keep my hands off you, either," Frankie replied. Smiling gently, he reached into the wide neck of her nightgown and slid his hand onto one of her breasts. He began caressing her already-erect nipple with his thumb. "Ummm!" Kay groaned. She felt her legs growing rubbery. "Come on, darling." She took the young man's hand and led him to her bed, then she turned and slid into his arms again. They kissed, their tongues lashing, sparks of desire flying between them. When the second kiss ended, Frankie helped Kay slip off her nightgown, then he got out of his pajamas and, naked, they fell onto the bed and into each other's arms. The young man's hands commenced a gentle exploration of her body, enflaming her, eliciting soft groans of delight from her. "I'm getting very spoiled," Kay thought. "I haven't been loved this often, or this well, in ages. What...what am I going to do when Stu comes back on Saturday?" Then a wonderful thought occurred to her. "As of tomorrow, I'll own a place here. I won't have to go home if I don't want to. I'll just tell Stu I'm staying up here for the summer. If he doesn't like it, that's tough!" Frankie rolled on top of her, and when he did, his rigid shaft slid between her legs and began to enter her quivering opening. When Frankie's swollen shaft began to enter her, Kay was overwhelmed, as always, by a rush of stupendous sensations. "Oh!" she groaned, "Yes! Take me, Frankie, darling! Take me!" Frankie, who was also experiencing a rush of delightful feelings, began moving his hips, and each movement thrilled him more. He felt Kay's hips rising to meet his thrusts. "Frankie, Oh, yes! Oh! Yes!" Kay groaned softly. She fought the urge to cry out in delight, even though she was being overwhelmed by wonderful sensations. "I'm...I'm coming! Frankie! I'm coming! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she murmured when an orgasm exploded through her. Frankie kept moving his hips, making his shaft piston in and out of his lover. Each stroke felt more fantastic than the last. Finally, he felt his eruption begin. "Me...too!!!" he groaned, as he spewed his seed into Kay. Kay pulled Frankie's face down and covered his mouth with hers, muffling their groans of ecstasy. She could feel his warm juices splattering against her insides. It felt good, so incredibly good, that another tremor of bliss raced through her. Finally Frankie lay still atop Kay, her breasts pressing against his chest. They lay like that for a while, holding each other. She felt the young man's erection soften and slip from her. When their mixed juices dribbled from her body, she giggled softly. "What's so funny?" Frankie asked. "Not funny, darling, wonderful," Kay replied. "Everything I do with you is wonderful!" She kissed him softly. "You better get back to your room," she said. "Why can't I stay?" Frankie asked. "I think spending the whole night in your arms and waking up next to you would be so neat." "I'm sure we will be able to do that some time, my darling," Kay told him. "But I'm not sure we should take the chance. What if your mother sees you coming out of my room in the morning?" She wasn't sure how she could arrange to spend an entire night with Frankie, but she wanted to as badly as he did. "Maybe, when I have my own place..." she thought, "...there will be a time when he can sleep over!" Frankie desperately searched his mind for a way he could stay. "I can set the alarm clock, get up at five, and be back in my room before Mom gets up," he said. "Come on, Kay, let me stay with you tonight." "I...I don't know," Kay said hesitantly. She really did want him to stay, but she wasn't sure it was a good idea. "Come on, Mom never gets up before seven-thirty," Frankie said. "She won't catch us." Kay sighed. "All right," she said. "But just tonight. We...we can't make a habit of doing this. It's far too risky." With the young man's body snuggled against hers, Kay pulled the covers over her and turned out the light. "This is so crazy!" she thought. Then, while Frankie ran his fingers through her hair and trailed them lightly over her body, she fell asleep. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 22 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Chapter twenty-two The next morning, Frankie got up at five, just as he promised. He and Kay decided that, since they were up, they might as well take their morning swim a little earlier than usual. Once again there were fishermen on the lake, so they weren't able to sneak in any love-making, although they did manage to touch each other enough to cause both of them problems. "I wish your husband wasn't coming back," Frankie said while they lay on the raft after they swam in the cool lake water for a while. "I know it's terrible for me to feel that way," Kay replied, "but that's what I was thinking, too. Are you going to drive me in for my appointment with the realtor?" Frankie, grinning, rolled on his side. "I better, don't you think?" he said, "The way that guy looks at you, you'll probably need protection." "I'll be so glad when this business of buying the cabin is taken care of," Kay said, "The less I have to see of that man, the better I'll like it. He gives me the creeps." Frankie giggled. "I think I saw his picture the other day," he said. "Oh?" Kay responded, "Where?" "It was in the dictionary, next to the words, 'dirty old man'," Frankie replied. "OK," Kay said, chuckling, "you got me. Come on, let's go in and get breakfast, then we'll head into town. I'm really excited about this. I can't wait until I have the papers in my hand that say the cabin is really mine." She noticed that Frankie looked a little sad. "What's the matter, darling?" she asked. "I...well...I was kind of hoping you and I, you know, we could, you know, celebrate that the cabin's yours somehow," he murmured, "but with your husband coming up and all..." Kay, touched, reached out and caressed the young man's face tenderly with her fingers. Then she bent and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. "You and I have already celebrated, my darling," she murmured, "and I'll never, ever forget that." "Yeah, OK," Frankie said. It still bothered him that Kay would be sleeping in the cabin with her husband. He wished there was some way that wouldn't have to happen but he knew it would happen, and that he had no right to be jealous that it would. "Besides, Stu's not coming up until tomorrow," Kay added. "Do you think, maybe, you and I might be able to do a little more celebrating later?" "I sure hope we can!" Frankie said, brightening. They got up, got in the canoe, and paddled back to the dock. Back at the house they joined Frankie's mother and Sue Ervins for breakfast. "Frankie said he'd drive me in for my appointment with the real-estate agent," Kay said while they were eating. "I hope you don't mind, Gloria." "Of course not, Kay," Gloria said, "I can't believe how quickly you managed to get the sale through. It took months before Glen and I were able to close on this place." "Sometimes it's better to be lucky than good, I guess," Kay replied. After breakfast, Kay and Frankie left for town and Kay's appointment. "I think I'm going to take a walk," Sue said. She knew she was going to see Ronny Amos again. She still felt guilty about what she was doing with the young man, and hated herself for wanting to sleep with him again. She hated it even more that she was hoping Vicky might be around, too. But the feelings of guilt weren't strong enough to keep her away from him. "Have a good time," Gloria replied, "I've got to do some laundry, so I wouldn't be much company, anyhow. See you at lunch." Sue, dressed in a pair of navy blue chino shorts and a red striped gingham shirt with the sleeves rolled up, walked out of the house and started up the road to Ronny Amos's cabin. The closer she got to the cabin, and the young man who lived there, the harder her heart pounded. Just thinking about what they would be doing had her turned on, and she hadn't seen him yet! When she reached Ronny's driveway, Sue noticed that the garage door was open. She took a deep breath, then started down the driveway. When she neared the garage, she saw Ronny inside. He had the hood of his car open, and was doing something to the engine. When Ronny saw her, he straightened up, smiled, and closed the car's hood with a bang. "Hi, there, Susie," he said. Sue stood in the doorway, looking at the young man nervously. There was an arrogance about him that made her uneasy, yet excited her at the same time. "Ah...good morning, Ronny...I..." she stammered. "Good morning, Susie," Ronny said. "I was just checking the oil and stuff on my car." Sue walked into the garage and looked around. "I wondered if I'd see you today, Susie," Ronny said. His eyes moved over her body boldly as he spoke. Sue saw the way the young man's eyes were travelling over her, felt warmth spreading through her, and dampness collecting in her groin. God, all he had to do was look at her and she started to get wet! She'd never been with anyone who had this kind of effect on her! "Ah, Ronny...um...I...I..." she stammered. Before she could say anything more, the young man's strong arms went around her, he pulled her against him, and his warm lips covered hers. Flames of desire burst alive in Sue the minute Ronny's hard body pressed against hers and his tongue slid between her lips. Uttering a passionate groan, she wrapped her arms around him, pressed against him, and began lashing his tongue with hers. She felt like she was melting. When the kiss ended, she stepped back, panting, and looked at Ronny. Ronny grinned at her. "Wow, Susie! You musta really missed me, didn't you?" he asked the flushed, breathless woman. "Uh...yes...I guess I...I did," Sue replied, hugging herself. "I'm glad," Ronny said. Still grinning, he moved toward her, and reached for her again. Sue felt the young man's arms sliding around her again. He pulled her against him and his lips covered hers once more. She felt his hands slide down her back, grip her bottom and press her against him. Having Ronny's hands on her bottom felt so good! She loved having her bottom touched and her husband never touched her there any more. She never felt like this with her husband any more! She felt Ronny's hardness pressing against her belly and her arms slid around his neck and she clung to him and shoved her tongue between his lips. Ronny, elated by Sue's avid response, slid his hands between them, opened her shorts and pushed them, and her panties, down. He expected at least a little resistance, and was delighted when she offered none. She continued to clutch him, kept kissing him, and groaned into his mouth. Sue couldn't believe she had allowed Ronny to take her shorts off in broad daylight in his garage! Part of her mind warned her to stop this, to tell him to take her inside, but she couldn't do that. Her body was on fire. All she could do was hang on to him and lash her tongue in his mouth while he did these wonderful things to her and made her want him more and more! She felt his hands go to her bare bottom and then he was lifting her off the ground. He turned and, the next thing she knew, her flesh came in contact with the cool metal of the hood of his car. After he placed Sue on his car, Ronny opened his jeans and fished out his cock. Then he stepped between her legs, pulled her to him, and shoved his cock into her sodden opening. He heard her gasp and felt her shudder. "Damn!" he thought as he began slamming into her. "She's got to be the hottest chick in the world. I wonder if her old man ever gives it to her!" Sue was stupefied by Ronny's actions and, before she could begin to comprehend what the young man planned to do, he had her sitting on the hood of his car, naked from the waist down, and was fucking her! She moaned and gasped and shook as he slammed into her, making her feel better than she'd felt in ages! "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she whimpered as Ronny's cock stabbed into her furiously. Her capacity for lucid thought was destroyed when powerful sensations, evoked by the young man's plunging cock, swept over her. "Unnnn! Unnnn! Unnnnnn!" Sue groaned when she came. She clung to Ronny, shaking from the force of his thrusts. Then she felt his hot cream exploding into her, bathing her insides with wet heat. "Mmmphhh! Mmmmmmphhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" her moans of joy continued while one of the most powerful orgasms she'd ever experienced overwhelmed her. "Ah! Ahhhh!" Ronny groaned when his juices began spewing from his throbbing cock. Sue heard Ronny's groan of pleasure while his powerfully thrusting hips slid her back and forth on the smooth metal of the car's hood. She felt his fingers digging into her bottom and his warm juices gushing into her, and after he'd finished coming, she could feel her vagina rippling around his still-hard cock. When he finished, Ronny held the limp woman in his arms while his cock softened and slid from her. Screwing her on her car was a real trip, but he figured she wanted more, but probably wouldn't want to do it in the garage again. He sure as hell didn't want to stop fucking her yet. Sue was so exhausted she could barely move. She leaned against Ronny, her naked bottom on the car, her legs on either side of his, while their juices seeped out of her and dribbled onto the hood of the car. Her head was lying on his shoulder and her arms were still draped around his neck. She'd never had better fucking! Finally, she lifted her head and looked at him. "Man, you sure did want it bad this morning, didn't you, Susie?" Ronny said, smiling. "I...I didn't know how much," Sue replied weakly. She found it hard to believe she'd let this young man, who she'd only met a few days earlier, fuck her on the hood of her car, in his garage! With the garage door open, yet! But it had been a wild and wonderful experience! Ronny lifted Sue off the car and lowered her to her feet. Then he bent and picked up her shorts. "Why don't we go in the house?" he suggested. "My bed's a helluva lot more comfortable than the car." "Ah...I...I guess so," Sue replied. Feeling terribly wanton, she walked ahead of him, out of the garage, toward the door of his cabin. She should have put her shorts back on. What if someone went by on the road behind the cabin. She couldn't believe she was being so shameless, walking half-naked in broad daylight! Ronny watched Sue's delightful bottom move as she preceded him into his cabin. There was no doubt about it, she might be old enough to be his mother, and she did have a little bit of cellulite, but she was one of the finest pieces of ass he'd ever bumped into! He wished he'd known she was around earlier in the week! When they were inside the cabin, Ronny scooped Sue up in his arms and carried her down the hallway. Her bottom was warm and slick with the juices of their outdoor coupling. Her head fell against his shoulder, her hair tickled his cheek. Sue trembled as Ronny carried her to his bedroom. She had a hard time comprehending what had taken place since she'd arrived at his house and was desperately trying to get herself under control. This was wild, and it felt wonderful, but being out of control was frightening, too. Ronny laid her on the bed, sat down next to her, and began unbuttoning her blouse. Sue watched him, her eyes wide. When the blouse was undone, he slid his hands under her and unhooked her bra, then he removed the two garments. Ronny studied Sue for a second. She had fairly good body for an old chick. Her breasts, which were a bit small for his taste, flattened a little when she was laying on her back, but her nipples, which were once more beginning to emerge from her areolas, were large and thick. Her legs were strong and well-formed. Her middle was covered by a luxuriant mass of tightly-curled black hair which showed traces of gray. Ronny bent and sucked one of her nipples between his lips. Sue was delighted by the way Ronny stared at her, his eyes hot, devouring her body! When he sucked her nipple into his mouth, she groaned and pressed herself against him while feelings of bliss rocketed through her. She'd do anything he wanted her to! Anything! Ronny's hands and lips moved over Sue's trembling body, exploring, teasing, evoking continual moans of bliss. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow and her hips rocked insistently. "Yes!" Sue cried when Ronny's hand slid between her legs he started toying with her clit. She couldn't believe she was this hot already! Especially since she'd just had an unbelievable orgasm out in the garage! She never got turned on like this when she and her husband made love any more. Mike always rolled over and went to sleep after he finished making love to her. She didn't think he'd ever made love to her more than once a day since the day they were married. And she wasn't sure how she'd survive without this kind of fucking when she went home. "Maybe I can find someone like Ronny to keep me happy at home," she thought as passion swept through her. "Mmmnnn!" she groaned when Ronny began kissing her belly! She knew what the young man planned to do, and couldn't remember the last time Mike had done that to her. Her young lover's tongue slid through her pubic mat and she shuddered with exaltation. Ronny slid his hands up and down Sue's legs while his mouth moved across her belly and the dark mass of her pubic hair. He felt tremors going through her, heard her moans of bliss, and continued doing what he was doing. His tongue flicked her clit from side to side. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Sue whimpered while Ronny's tongue lashed delight into her. Her hips rocked frantically and her hands clutched and squeezed her breasts. She couldn't believe how wonderful this felt! Ronny slid his hand between Sue's legs and shoved two fingers into her quivering vagina. She groaned and squeezed her legs together, trapping his hand in her middle. He pressed his face against her and his tongue speared between her legs and continued to lash her clit. Sue wasn't sure how much more of this she could stand! The sensations Ronny was giving her were entirely too exciting! If he kept it up much longer, she was going to... "Uh! Uh! Ah! Ah! Uh! Uhh! Uhhhh!" she sobbed, her hips rocking wildly, her body quivering, her insides fluttering, as another wild orgasm swept over her. Ronny felt Sue's second orgasm start and kept doing what he was doing to her while her body stiffened, then she exploded into frantic action and cries of joy poured from her. He kept it up until she lay still. Ronny wasn't finished, not by a long shot. His cock was rock-hard again. He slid on top of Sue, placing his legs between hers, pushing them apart. Dazed, Sue felt Ronny move on top of her, then she felt his cock pressing against her belly. He wanted to make love to her again! She didn't think she could! Not again! She started to tell him that, but before she could utter a word, his massive pole slid between her dripping labia and began entering her. "Oh, God!" she moaned when she felt herself being filled with the young man's swollen cock once more. Ronny, using a steady pace, stroked into Sue, watching her carefully as subtle alterations, brought on by her growing need, showed on her face. Sue no longer feared what would happen. Ronny had already pleased her more than she'd been pleased in a long time and now he was doing it to her again! Her body was responding rapidly to his insistent invasion. Her arms slid around him and she pulled him against her. Her mouth sought his. Ronny crushed his mouth against Sue's and shoved his tongue into her mouth. Her snug channel rippled along his cock and her hips rocked, meeting his thrusts. He continued plunging his cock into her, maintaining his steady rhythm. This was nice! Sue didn't ever want it to stop! The steady plunging of Ronny's cock was delightful. Every part of her was a-tingle and passion was spreading through her once more. She had heard of long, slow fucking, but never experienced it. Until now! And she found that it was wonderful! Ronny pressed his cock all the way into Sue and twisted his hips. She moaned with delight. Her arms tightened around him and the motions of her tongue in his mouth grew move avid. He grinned and kept doing it. He was getting to her again! Sue felt her body start to quiver more and more powerfully and the sensations of intense pleasure she was experiencing began to grow unbearable. She knew the young man was going to make her come again! She'd never come as much as she did with Ronny! Her body pressed against the young man's, seeking more of the electrifying feelings he was giving her. She moaned into his mouth and lashed her tongue against his. Ronny, his control starting to face, allowed his movements to become more and more urgent. He couldn't wait much longer. He straightened his arms, lifting himself off her, allowing him to increase the power of his thrusts. He looked down at the woman impaled on his cock. Every time he thrust into her, she groaned with delight and her breasts jiggled wildly. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes! Oh, yes! Yes! Take me! Yes! Take me, Ronny!" Sue shrieked, and her body began writhing when she exploded into a wild fit of ecstasy. "Oh, yeah! Yeah! Oh, yeah!" Ronny roared when his cream began gushing into Sue's clasping pussy. He ground his pelvis against her until he had nothing left to give her, then he fell to the bed next to her. Sue, unable to move, lay there, spent, her legs spread, feeling their blended juices dripping from her. Finally Ronny rolled over, smiled at her and said, "You glad you came over today, Susie?" Sue turned bright red and nodded. "I...I guess I am," she responded. "That...what we did...it was wonderful!" She felt their mixed juices dribbling from her. "I...I have to go to the bathroom," she stammered. She slipped out of bed and dashed down the hall to the bathroom. Ronny watched her go. Then he sat up and dropped his legs over the edge of the bed. He wondered if she'd want to go some more when she got back from the bathroom. Then he heard the bathroom door open. Seconds later, Sue walked back into Ronny's bedroom. "It's...it's only ten o'clock," she said softly while she walked across the room toward him. "Gloria said she had laundry to do, so she probably won't miss me for a while yet..." Ronny was stunned by what happened next. Dumbfounded, he watched the woman sink to her knees in front of him. "Oh, yeah!" he moaned when she took his cock in her mouth and began moving her head up and down. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 23 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Chapter twenty-three Kay held the keys to her newly-purchased cabin in her hand and kept gazing at them while Frankie drove away from the real estate office. "I can't believe I really own it," she murmured. Her eyes were filled with tears of joy. Frankie looked over at his companion. She had on a pair of brown leggings, an oversized white corduroy shirt, and a kind of oatmeal colored cardigan sweater over that. The leggings clung to her lovely legs as if they'd been painted on. "You look terrific today," Frankie said. "That's a really neat outfit." "You think so?" Kay replied and flushed a little. "You're a knockout," Frankie said, "I'd like to buy you to lunch to celebrate your new place." Kay leaned over and gave him a kiss. "You really are a sweet man, you know that?" she said. Frankie blushed. "I...I try, you know?" he murmured. They went to a nice restaurant for lunch. Frankie parked in the restaurant's parking lot, got out of the car, and went around to hold the door for Kay. "I can't get over what a gentleman you are, Frankie," Kay commented when she slid out of the car. "I thought your generation didn't bother with things like holding the door for women." "I'm just doing what my folks taught me," the young man said as they walked into the restaurant. "I do what I want, I don't care what other kids in my generation think." "Two for lunch?" the maitre de asked. He was an effeminate-looking little man with an affected French accent. "Yes," Frankie said. "And non-smoking, please." Because of the man's phony accent and feminine affectations, he assumed the maitre de was gay. The man gave Kay an approving look. "Non-smoking, madam, m'sieu?" he asked. "Is zat correct?" "Yes, non-smoking," Frankie replied. Having seen the way the man looked at Kay, he decided he wasn't gay after all. The maitre de nodded. "Of course," he said. "Please, follow me." He seated them and handed them menus. "Your waiter will be Charles," the man said, pronouncing the name "Sharle." "He will be with you in just a moment." "Charles," Frankie said. "I don't think I've ever known my waiter's name before. You have to read the nametags to find out the names at McDonald's." "I hope you emptied your piggy bank before you left this morning," Kay told him, "I have a feeling this place isn't cheap." "I'm not worried," Frankie said. "Besides, I don't mind spending my hard-earned money on someone who looks as great as you do." "Flatterer," Kay said. She began looking at the menu. "My word, Frankie! Look at these prices!" "Don't worry," Frankie told her. "I've got plenty of money, and I know how to wash dishes if I don't have enough." "I don't believe this," Kay continued, "Five dollars for a hamburger is obscene!" "It's only four ninety-five and it isn't a hamburger, it's a flame-grilled chopped sirloin sandwich," Frankie said. "And it comes with the all you can eat salad bar and dessert." Kay frowned. "I don't care," she said, "there's no way I'll ever pay five dollars for a hamburger." "I'm going to have the poached salmon," Frankie said. "What are you having?" "I think I'll have the Chicken Divan," Kay said. "Do you like fish?" Frankie shrugged. "I've never had poached salmon," he said. "It sounds like it might be good." Kay laughed. "I like that. You're adventuresome," she said. The food was fantastic, and Charles was an attentive and pleasant waiter. Frankie left him a large tip. "How big was that tip you left?" Kay asked as they walked out to the car. "Twenty percent," Frankie said, "Eight bucks." "Frankie, you only need to tip fifteen percent," Kay said. Frankie held the door for her and she slid into the car. "Being a waiter isn't easy," he said. "And he was the best waiter I ever saw." Kay shrugged. "It's your money," she said. "You want to go and see your house before we go back to our place?" Frankie asked when he slid behind the wheel of the car. Kay nodded. "Yes," she said, "I do. But we have to be careful today. If your mother sees us drive by the house, she might come up." Frankie drove back to the lake past his parents' cabin and up the road to the cabin Kay had purchased. When he turned into the driveway, Kay reached into her purse and handed him something. "What's this?" Frankie asked, examining the small device. "It's a remote control for the garage," she said, smiling. "If you put the car in the garage, nobody will know we're there, will they?" Frankie grinned broadly. "No, I guess they won't, will they?" he replied. He pushed the button on the remote control, the garage door opened, and he drove into it. Kay looked around the garage. One of the bays was filled with all manner of woodworking equipment. There were machines she didn't recognize and, on shelves on the wall were all manner of power tools. "My goodness, look at all that stuff," she said. "Mr. Williston was a carpenter," Frankie said. "He built this place himself. I used to come up and help him sometimes. He taught me a lot. He built all the furniture in the master bedroom. I helped with that." "Even that roll-top desk?" Kay asked. Frankie nodded. "That was hard," he said. "He worked on it for almost a year." They got out of the car and walked into the house. The minute they were inside Frankie, smiling and started toward Kay. When he was close enough, he grabbed her, pulled her into his arms and covered her lips with his. Kay pressed against him and her tongue forced its way into his mouth. Heat rushed through her as his body pressed against hers. Excitement blossomed through her while their tongues lashed. "Come on," Frankie said when the kiss ended. He led her past the stairs to the second floor and toward the living room. Kay went with him on trembling legs, surprised that Frankie had taken her into the living room, to the sofa, instead of upstairs to the bedroom. She had no idea what he was up to, and didn't care, just so long as it ended up with them making love. Frankie sat down on the sofa and pulled Kay onto his lap. Her firm bottom pressed against his swollen organ and she squirmed against it delightfully while he pulled her lips to his in another burning kiss. Kay felt Frankie's erect organ pressing against her bottom. She found the fact that he was making love to her in the living room incredibly exciting! She groaned, pressed more tightly against him, and lashed her tongue around in his mouth while the thrills rushing through her became more and more powerful. Frankie unbuttoned Kay's sweater and blouse, spread them open and began sliding his hands over her warm, silky skin, bringing whimpers of joy from her. She caressed his face with her fingers, then combed them through his hair while her lips worked against his. "Frankie...we...we shouldn't be doing this in...in the living room!" Kay murmured. "What...what if...if somebody comes?" "Who's going to come?" Frankie asked. "Nobody knows we're here, remember? Even if they do show up, the door's locked, so we'll have time to get dressed." He slid his hand onto one of her breasts and Kay groaned with delight. Her bottom kept moving on his lap, making his already-hard organ even harder. With Kay's sweater and blouse open, Frankie had access to her bra-encased breasts. He caressed them through the bra for a while. Then he reached behind her and, with a little fumbling, managed to get the bra clasp open. The bra fell away from her, freeing her breasts. He bent and drew one of her nipples between his lips. Frankie suckled her breasts avidly and Kay shuddered with delight. "Oh! Frankie!" she groaned. While he suckled her nipples and lashed them with his tongue, he massaged and squeezed her breasts gently. Kay began removing Frankie's clothes and he finished removing hers. Before long, they were naked and sprawled on the sofa. Frankie's hands trailed over Kay's body, while she clutched at his. Frankie slid his hand down over his lover's belly, then he found her clit and began caressing it. He could feel that her vagina was soaking wet. "Frankie! Frankie! Oh, Frankie!" she cried. Her hips were moving involuntarily. "Please, Frankie! I...I need you! Don't tease me! Take me!" She found that, for some reason, she wanted him more than she ever had! Frankie managed to maneuver them so they were lying spoon-fashion on the big sofa, in the same position they'd used once before. He slid his erection into her warm, snug opening. He began lunging into her, then he bent over and captured one of her nipples between his lips. "Oh, Frankie! That feels so wonderful!" Kay groaned when the young man's engorged wand began pistoning in and out of her. "You...you...Oh, Frankie!" she groaned, overwhelmed with growing passion. Frankie felt Kay's body shaking while he slammed into her and heard her whimpers of bliss. "Frankie, I can't wait! Oh! Oh! Frankie! I can't wait!" Kay moaned. "It feels too good!" Her body stiffened, then she began to tremble violently. "Frankie! Oh, darling! Ah! I...I...I'm coming! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes!" Even though he could feel Kay's vagina rippling up and down on his erection, Frankie didn't come. He kept his erection sliding in and out of her a little longer, then he pulled out of her, rolled her onto her back, climbed onto her, and shoved his erection back into her. Kay was thrilled their love-making wasn't over yet. "Yes! Oh, Frankie! Oh, darling, don't stop! Don't stop!" she cried. Looking down into Kay's passion-inflamed face finally brought Frankie to the point where he no longer had control. "Oh, God, Kay, I'm gonna come!" he cried and felt his insides unleash gusher after gusher of hot, sticky cream. "Oh, God! Oh, Kay! I'm coming! Yeah! Yeah!" "Yes! Oh, yes! Oh! Oh!" Kay cried, trembling once more with ecstasy. "Ah! More! More! Oh! Oh!" Her body arched against his while her tight sleeve milked every bit of pleasure possible out of his pulsing shaft. "Wow!" Frankie said breathlessly after their passion ended and they were lying in each other's arms on the sofa. "That was so intense!" Kay kissed him. "I guess we managed to break in my new house, didn't we?" she said. "Yeah, I guess we did," Frankie agreed. "Oh, Frankie!" Kay exclaimed. She kissed him again. "I'm so glad your folks invited us to come up here this summer!" "Me, too," Frankie agreed. He got off the sofa and prowled around the living room, inspecting things. Kay remained on the sofa, watching him. He looked over the collection of videotapes in the bookcase. "Oh, wow," he said. "You have all kinds of movies here." "Really?" Kay said. "That's nice, it will give me something to do during any long winter nights I spend here." Frankie spotted a movie he remembered all too well. A smile formed on his face as a thought came to him. "You want to watch a movie?" he asked. "Mom and Mrs. Ervins don't know how long it takes to fill out the papers to close on a house, do they? We don't have to get back to our place any time soon." "I...I guess not," Kay said, "I think watching a movie would be fun. Why don't you pick one?" Frankie took the movie he'd spotted out of the cabinet, put it in the VCR, turned it and the TV on, then he went back and sat down next to Kay on the sofa. She snuggled her naked body against his and laid her head on his shoulder. He liked the way her hair tickled his cheek. They watched the movie and said little. Before long, a passionate love scene appeared on the TV screen. Frankie found he was enjoying the movie far more than he had the first time he watched it. That was because Kay's naked body was pressed against his while they watched what the couple in the movie was doing, and her presence was causing things to happen him. Shortly after the love scene began, Frankie felt Kay's hand slide into his lap. Her fingers wrapped around his erection and she began stroking it, still watching the action on the screen. He glanced at her and realized that her face was showing the signs of passion he had come to know so well in the past few days. His shaft grew harder and harder while she stroked it. Trying to keep himself under control, he continued to watch the movie, but watching the passionate action unfolding on the screen did little to keep him calm. Kay had given up trying to concentrate on the movie. She was more interested in Frankie's erection. She stopped stroking it and massaged the fluids that had seeped from the tip into the shaft. Thrills rushed through her as she played with him. Finally, she bent her head down toward the rigid fleshy spear she held in her hands. She wanted to suck it again! She wanted to feel that wonderful tool sliding between her lips! "Ah!" Frankie groaned when warmth and wetness engulfed his swollen wand. He looked down and realized Kay had begun to suck on him! "Oh!" he moaned, his hips began moving. Kay sucked Frankie's erection avidly for a while, then she stood up and seated herself astride him. She began lowering herself and as she did, she guided his stiff pole into her. "Oh, darling, I...I have...to...have...you!" she groaned. The minute she had the young man's organ hilted in her, she began moving her hips. She couldn't remain still any more, she needed him! She needed him now! Frankie, who had selected the movie they were watching for this very reason, was delighted by what his beautiful companion was doing. As she worked herself up and down on his erection, he began sucking the thick nipples jutting from her magnificent breasts. "Oh, Frankie, I...I have to have you! I...I need you so desperately!" she murmured as her body rose and fell. She could feel his huge shaft probing deep into her, caressing her insides delightfully. It felt so damn fantastic! "I need you, too, Kay," Frankie replied, then he returned to suckling her bouncing breasts. Her nipples were incredible! He loved the way they got big and hard, so big they were almost like little fingers. And she got so crazy when he sucked on them! "You...keep...Oh! Frankie! You...keep...that...up!" Kay mewled, "and...I...I...gahhh! Oh, Frankie! I'm coming! Frankie! Oh, Frankie! Take me! Please, darling! Please! Take me! I can't stop! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Her cries of delight echoed through the cabin as a maelstrom of passion whirled through her. Frankie, his hands clamped on her hips, kept sucking her nipples. Then he felt himself let loose. "Yeah! Oh, yeah! Yeah! Uh!" he cried, hosing her insides with jets of his scalding fluids. Spent, Kay collapsed into his arms. "It is so neat that she bought this cabin," Frankie thought as he held Kay in his arms. "This fall, when college starts again, I'll be able to come up here any time I want." "You picked that movie on purpose, didn't you, you devil?" Kay sighed. "What makes you think that?" Frankie replied innocently. Kay smiled at him. "You picked it because you knew that love scene would turn me on, didn't you?" she asked. Frankie grinned and nodded. "You figured it out," he said. "It worked, too, didn't it?" "It certainly did," Kay replied. She kissed him. "You are a devil, you know that?" she said. Frankie licked one of her nipples. Kay giggled and squirmed on his lap. Was she mistaken, or was he starting to get hard again. "Frankie, I don't believe you!" she exclaimed, delighted. "You are insatiable!" Frankie nodded. "When it comes to you, I guess I am," he replied. He licked her nipple again, bringing another squeal of delight from her. "Oh, Frankie, I can't get enough of you!" Kay exclaimed. She hugged him fiercely, then she kissed him. Finally, she pushed herself off him and stood up. "I would dearly love to make love with you again," she said, "but we really should get back before your mother sends a search party out for us." She reached out her hand. "I know," Frankie replied. He too her hand and let her pull him to his feet. He got dressed and turned off the TV and VCR while Kay got dressed. They walked out, made sure the doors were locked, then they got the car out of the garage and went back to the Bobar cabin. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 24 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains When Frankie and Kay got back to the Bobar cabin, dinner was ready. After they ate, the women spent most of the evening talking about what plans Kay had for decorating her new cabin. "Actually, it's so lovely the way it is, I'm not sure I want to change much," Kay said. "Oh, Kay, you have to personalize it. You need to do things that will make it yours," Gloria responded. "You'll see, once you've been there a while, there will be a ton of things you'll want to change." Frankie, who wasn't particularly interested in the conversation about interior decorating, went out and mowed the lawn. He finished up just as it was getting dark. When he came back in the house, he found his mother and Kay playing cribbage. "Where's Mrs. Ervins?" he asked. "She's gone to bed already," his mother replied. "She went out for a long walk today and she said she was exhausted when she got home." "Sue seems to be getting a lot of exercise the past couple of days," Kay commented innocently. She winked at Frankie when his mother wasn't looking. He smiled back at her and nodded. "I know," Gloria said. "To be honest with you, I'm surprised. I never realized Sue liked hiking that much. She was gone most of the morning, then she went out again this afternoon for a couple of hours. If she keeps it up, she's going to be in great shape by the time the week's over." The phone rang, and Frankie, who was watching TV, got up to answer it. "Hello," he said. "Hi, Frankie," his father said. "Your mother around?" "She's playing cards with Mrs. Tobin, Dad," Frankie said, "I'll get her." He carried the cordless phone over to his mother. "It's Dad," he said. "He wants to talk to you." His mother took the phone from him and put it to her ear. "Hi, honey," she said. "How's the fishing, sweetheart?" She paused and listened for a few minutes, and a look of concern formed on her face. "My goodness!" she exclaimed, "Are all of you all right?" She listened some more, nodding. "All right, I'll leave here about noon tomorrow," she said, "that should give me plenty of time to get up there and still allow you men to have all day to fish. I love you. I'll see you tomorrow." She handed the phone back to Frankie. "What's the matter?" the young man asked. "A delivery truck crashed into Mr. Ervins' car in the parking lot of the lodge," his mother replied. "Your father says it's totaled." "Was anyone hurt?" Kay asked. Gloria shook her head. "Nobody was in the car when it happened, thank God," she said. "And the truck driver wasn't hurt, either. But the since the car was totaled the men need a ride home. I'm going to have to go up and get them in the morning." "You want me to go along, Mom?" Frankie asked. His mother shook her head. "You don't have to, Frankie," she said. "I'll be fine. Besides, with all the gear the men have, there wouldn't be room for you." She smiled at him. "I guess you'll have to entertain Kay and Sue all by yourself tomorrow." "Aunt Kay, anyhow," Frankie said. "From what you were saying, it sounds like Mrs. Ervins is entertaining herself." "I guess," his mother said. She leaned back in her chair, stretched, and yawned. "I better get to bed," she said. "I've got to get some rest so I'm alert for my drive tomorrow." "I think I'll go to bed, too," Kay said. "It's been a long, exciting day for me, and I'm tired, too." The two women got up, and disappeared into their respective bedrooms. Frankie turned off the lights and TV, then he went to his room, too. He planned to visit Kay again, and his heart began racing when he thought about it. He wondered if he'd be able to talk her into letting him stay all night again. Frankie waited an hour before he slipped out of his room, crossed the hall, and carefully let himself into Kay's room. The room was dark, lit only by the glow of a small nightlight plugged into the wall near the bed. Kay, apparently asleep, lay on her side on the bed. Her back was to him. It was warm in the room, and she'd apparently tossed the covers off while she slept, exposing her lovely body. The young man gazed at the curve of her back, the rounded curves of her buttocks and legs, and felt himself growing hard. The young man took off his pajamas, slid into the bed carefully, and moved against her. When he did, his rigid organ insinuated itself into the cleft between Kay's nether cheeks as it did, he felt the warmth of her silken skin and smelled the fresh scent of her hair. She moaned softly and pressed her bottom back against him. He slid his hand over her side and down onto the slope of one of her breasts. The minute his fingers moved over the tip of the warm, jellied globe, he could feel the nipple growing hard. "Oh!" Kay groaned. She stretched, tightening her bottom around Frankie's swollen organ as she did. She loved having him pressed against her like that. It felt heavenly! "Either I'm having a wonderful dream or I have company!" Frankie found the position he was in fantastic. The pressure of Kay's buttocks on his erection was making him wild. It seemed like every time they made love it happened in a different and more exciting way. He began to move his hips and was surprised how good it felt to have his erection sliding between her buttocks. He could come this way if he wanted to, it felt so good! "Darling..." Kay purred. Her body was already aquiver from the young man's insistent caresses, "Oh, Frankie, that feels so incredible!" Her affair with him was an unending series of discoveries of new ways to make love. He was constantly helping her discover erogenous zones she had no idea she had! Having his erection thrusting between her buttocks felt surprisingly good! The tip kept brushing her anus and making her tremble as it just barely touched the base of her vagina. "Oh!" she thought, "I never knew it could feel so wonderful having my bottom touched!" As she lay there, enjoying the thrilling sensations, another, even more lascivious, thought flashed through her mind. "I wonder what it would feel like to have him in me there!" The thought made her shudder and she moaned softly. Frankie felt his companion shudder. "I take it you like what I'm doing," he said. He was rolling one rigid nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Oh, Frankie! You have no idea!" Kay replied, "It feels heavenly!" She wanted more, though. She wanted to have that delicious shaft of his inside her. She raised her leg and hooked it back over his. "Yes, that's it!" she groaned when she felt the tip of his engorged pole plow between her juicy vaginal lips. "That's what I really want!" She slid her hand through her rich forest of pubic hair and guided the tip of the young man's mighty poker so that the next time Frankie thrust forward, it slid into her, It filled and thrilled her, just as it always did! "Oh, darling!" she moaned, "Oh, darling!" Frankie felt Kay's hand on his erection, then warmth and dampness engulfed him as his swollen wand easily entered her body. He began moving his hips and felt the spiral of delight begin. "Oh, Frankie!! Oh, darling!! Oh, Frankie, darling!!" Kay chanted, "Take me!! That's it, Frankie! Take me!" Frankie did just that. He couldn't have done anything else. He slid his hand from her breast to her groin, found her clit, and began stroking it between his thumb and forefinger, jerking her off. "Ah!" Kay cried, enraptured by what the young man was doing to her, "Oh, Frankie! Yes! Oh, yes!" It was going to happen! She was going to come, and soon! Frankie felt the signals that told him his body was preparing to explode into delight. Deep inside him, he felt the pulsations begin, excitement swelled through him, filling his whole being. "Kay! Oh, God, Kay! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" he cried when his thick cream rushed up from inside him and blasted out of his throbbing pole. "Yes! Yes!" Kay cried when she felt the young man's torrid fluids splattering against her insides, sending her spinning into a maelstrom of delight. "Oh, darling! Oh, darling! Take me! Take me! Yes! Ah! Yes! Yes!" Afterward, they lay in each other's arms, gazing at each other in the dim light. Kay leaned over and kissed her lover. "You always make me feel so wonderful, Frankie, better than I ever believed it was possible to feel," she whispered. Frankie blushed. They snuggled against each other a little longer, enjoying the warmth the close contact of their nude bodies caused. Finally, Kay propped herself up on her elbow. "Frankie, we really need to talk," she said. "About what?" Frankie asked. "About you, and me...us..." Kay said hesitantly. "I don't understand," the young man replied. "What about us?" Kay took a deep breath, then she began. "Frankie, you know I'm almost old enough to be your mother," she said. "And...and I...I'm married. As wonderful as what we have is, we need to talk about what...the future, if there is one for us, entails." As she said the words, she wondered if, in fact, there was any kind of future for them. Would it really be fair to Frankie for her to expect him to continue to be her lover if she stayed married? A problem she faced was, what would she do if he found someone else someday, someone his own age, someone prettier. What would that do to her? "I thought we talked about this stuff the other day," Frankie said a bit petulantly. He knew only too well that Kay was married, but he tried not to think about it. Part of him kept thinking there had to be some way they could be together. Maybe he could convince her to divorce her husband. He just wasn't sure how to bring that topic up. "We did talk about some things," Kay said, "but there are a lot of other things we didn't discuss. And...well...since Stu...he...he's going to be here tomorrow, we...I think we need to talk about them while we still have time." She knew that after Stu was there it wasn't likely she'd have much time alone with Frankie. Frankie looked puzzled. "Like what?" he asked. "What do we need to talk about?" "Well, we...Frankie, I...I've been giving it a lot of thought and...well...I'm not sure there's any kind of future for us," Kay said, even though she hated mouthing the words. She didn't really want to consider what her life would be like without him in it. Frankie made a face. "Why can't we have a future? As long as your husband doesn't know, why can't we keep doing what we're doing?" he asked. He started caressing one of her breasts. "We really like each other, don't we?" "Uh..." Kay stammered. She found the young man's tender caress very distracting. "Yes, we do really like each other, maybe more than we should. We...we, uh, what about after this week, when I go home?" "You'll be coming up here a lot now that you have a place of your own, won't you?" Frankie replied. He continued to stroke her breast and nipple, keeping his touch ever so light. "Actually, you could stay up here the rest of the summer if you want, couldn't you? Don't you think your husband would let you?" "He...he might. But...but what about you?" Kay went on. She was having a hard time thinking because his caresses were driving her wild! "You...you should be looking for someone your age, someone you can marry." "What If I don't want anyone but you?" he replied earnestly, "What would you say if I told you I was in love with you?" Frankie's attention to her breasts was making it hard for Kay to think, but the words he spoke came through loud and clear, causing her to experience both elation and fear. "Oh, Frankie...uh...ah...you...um...we...should..." she stammered. She hoped she'd never hear him say those words, but he'd said them. And, in spite of herself, she was thrilled to hear them. She decided it was pointless to continue talking because, somehow, Frankie kept turning things around and making them sound plausible. Once she decided it was pointless for their conversation to continue, she pushed the young man onto his back and began to caress and stroke his body. Her lips moved down over his chest, to his belly, and then onto his penis. She loved feeling it swell and grow in her mouth. "God!" Frankie groaned. "My God, Kay! That feels so wild!" His hips turned and twisted as thrills raced through him. Kay lifted her mouth from his swollen shaft, but held it in her hand, stroking it, while she straddled him. Then, holding his shaft steady with her hand, she impaled herself on him. "Oh! Frankie!" she hissed. "What am I ever going to do with you?" "What you're doing is just fine," the young man groaned. His hips rose off the bed, forcing his shaft farther into her warmth and wetness. "Just keep doing that!" Kay, her hips rising and falling, rode the young man. Once again, she found experience unbelievably exciting. "I wonder if making love with him will ever get... well...boring the way my love-making with Stu has?" she thought as she rocked on top of the young man and felt his erection lashing her insides. "But, then, Stu never made me feel the way Frankie does!" Frankie had a spectacular view. In the bright moonlight streaming in through the window, he could see Kay's breasts dancing wonderfully as she rocked on top of him. Her movements made her rigid nipples draw imaginary circles in the air. He reached up and cupped the jellied orbs in his hands, and let the swollen tips move against his palms. Kay's head rocked loosely on her shoulders, her eyes were closed, and her mouth hung open while gasps and groans of excitement poured from her. "Frankie! Oh, Frankie, darling!" she moaned, and her hip motions became more frantic, "Oh, Frankie! Oh, Frankie! Frankie! I'm coming! Oh, Frankie! Am I ever!" "Yeah! Oh, yeah!" Frankie cried, his hips rocking as he blasted his spend into her, "Me, too! Me, too!" When her passion was spent, Kay collapsed atop Frankie, then she rolled onto her side. Locked in each other arms, they clung to each other for a long time. Frankie realized Kay had fallen asleep. He smiled. If she was sleeping, she couldn't tell him that he had to go back to his room, so he carefully pulled the covers over them, snuggled against her, and wrapped his arm around her. "Why the hell did her husband have to decide to come back?" he thought as he laid there, trying to fall asleep. Thoughts of Kay in bed with her husband in the cabin she'd purchased kept him awake. "Why the hell couldn't he just have stayed home and let us alone?" A Week In The Mountains Ch. 25 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Neither Frankie nor Kay enjoyed their morning swim very much the next day. The fact that Kay's husband would be returning later in the day weighed heavily on both of their minds and put both of them in a lousy mood, which put a damper on their normal playfulness. Kay kept remembering what happened the night before with a mixture of elation and sadness. Frankie told her that he was in love with her. It thrilled her to hear him admit that, but at the same time, it was the thing she'd feared most ever since her affair with him began. And, she admitted to herself, the problem wasn't just that Frankie was in love with her; the real problem was that she had fallen in love with him, too, as crazy as that might be. She wasn't looking forward to her husband's arrival, not one bit. After their swim, they returned to the cabin and ate breakfast. Frankie went outside to do some work around the house while Kay went to her room. "What am I going to do?" she thought as she got dressed. "I'm ruining Frankie's life. I...I can't keep doing that. I...I have to find some way to stop this before it gets any worse. How am I going to get out of this without hurting him any more than I already have?" She sat down oh her bed and laid back, looking up at the ceiling. "Do I really want to get out of my relationship with Frankie?" she found herself thinking, and was disturbed. "What is wrong with me?" she asked herself. "How stupid am I to think there's even a remote chance Frankie and I could have any kind of future." She closed her eyes. "I suppose I could divorce Stu," she mused as she laid there, trying to figure out a way out of the dilemma she found herself in. "Is...is that what I need to do? Is...is that what I want to do? Even if...if I did divorce Stu, how...how would Frankie and I manage to be together? Glen and Gloria would be furious if they knew what I'm doing. What...what would they do if...if I divorced Stu and then...?" She was sure her friendship with Gloria Bobar would come to a horrible end once the other woman learned what she and Frankie were doing. And Gloria was a good friend, one of the best friends Kay had. It looked like her only choice, despite how wonderful things were when she and Frankie were together, was to end their relationship. The problem was she didn't think she had the strength, or the will, to do that. They had an early lunch, then Gloria left to pick up her husband and Mike Ervins. Sue was gone all morning, returned to eat lunch silently, and left almost immediately after lunch was finished. Kay had no doubt where her friend was spending the day and didn't really care. Frankie moped around and stayed away from her, a fact that caused her considerable distress. She had hoped they might be able to talk a little more about their relationship, and come to some kind of resolution. Stu Tobin showed up about four in the afternoon. "Hi, Stu," Kay said, when her husband walked into the house. She looked at him and realized something she'd never understood before. "I...I don't love him," she thought. "Maybe...maybe I...I never have." The realization shocked her. "Hi, Kay," he said. "Look, we need to talk about something. It's...it's the reason I decided I had to come back up here." Kay looked at her husband, saw the serious look on his face, and was concerned. "What's the matter, Stu?" she asked, "Is...is something wrong?" She couldn't imagine what it was that had him looking so upset. Had something gone wrong with his business? "Ah...well..." her husband began. "It's...well...I..." Frankie walked into the house, through the living room, and into the kitchen without saying anything to either Stu or Kay. Kay was very aware of the hurt look on the young man's face, and wished there were some way it didn't have to be there. Her mind was spinning with confusing feelings. She felt guilty because of what she and Frankie had done, but at the same time, it seemed as if she felt even more guilt about what she was sure she was doing to Frankie. "Somehow, some way, I have to figure out what I really want," she thought. "I can't let things keep going like this, I just can't. It's killing me and, even worse, its hurting Frankie." "Is there some place where we can talk privately?" her husband asked. He looked angry that the young man had come in and interrupted them. "Why don't we go up to my...our place?" Kay suggested, "You haven't seen it yet." "Ah...yeah, I guess," Stu replied. Kay couldn't understand what was going on. She had expected her husband to be excited about the fact that they now had a cabin at the lake, but he wasn't acting as if he was. In fact, he looked uncomfortable, as if something was weighing on his mind. She had no idea what it was he wanted to tell to her. They walked out of the cabin, got in his car, and he started driving up the road. Frankie was close to tears when he heard Kay suggest that she and her husband should go up to the cabin she'd bought. It bothered him that she'd called it "their" place. "It isn't their place," he fumed. "It's our place. Goddamn Mr. Tobin, anyhow. I wish...I..." Tears welled up in his eyes and he began to sob. The idea that Kay and her husband would be sleeping together tonight was the most painful thought he'd ever had. Stu said nothing during the short trip to the cabin Kay had just purchased. When they got there, they got out of the car, walked up onto the porch, and she let them in. When they were inside, she turned to her husband. "What do you think?" she asked. Stu looked around quickly, then he turned back to his wife. "It's...ah...it's nice, Kay," he said. He took a deep breath. "I wish..." Kay had no idea why her husband was acting the way he was. "You wish what?" she asked. "Stu, what's wrong? Why are you acting so strangely?" Her husband flushed, turned, and walked to the kitchen window. He stood there for a long time, staring through it. Then he took a deep breath, held it, and let it out slowly. "Are...are you happy in our marriage, Kay?" he asked with his back to her. "Really happy?" Kay was startled by her husband's question. "I...I don't know. I...I guess I am," she replied, even though she'd been asking herself that same question earlier that morning and knew she was far from happy in her marriage. "Why on earth are you asking me that, Stu?" Her husband turned and looked at her with great sadness in his eyes. "I...I'm not happy, Kay," he said. "I...I haven't been happy for a long time." "Oh," Kay replied, stunned. This was absolutely the last thing she ever expected to hear her husband say. She had no idea he was even remotely aware there were problems in their marriage. He'd certainly never given her any indication he knew there were problems. She was puzzled, hurt, and confused, but deep inside her, there was a tiny spark of elation, too. "Look, Kay," her husband continued, "I...I'm not blaming you, because...because I...I don't think it's all your fault." He shrugged. "I'm not sure I've put a hundred percent into our relationship, either." He shrugged again. "Aw, hell, I know I haven't. Maybe...maybe neither of us has." Kay wasn't sure how to respond, or even if she should. Why was Stu bringing this up now? What was the point of this conversation? Stu looked at her with more sorrow in his eyes than she'd ever seen. "I've really been a pretty lousy husband, when I think about it," he said. "I know I've never been a very romantic guy, and I...well, I guess I'm not exactly a super-stud in bed, either. Maybe...maybe it's because I...because of the difference in our ages. I...I don't know." Kay couldn't believe what Stu was saying. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, he started talking again. "You don't have to tell me it's OK, because I know it isn't," he went on. "Our sex life hasn't been what it should have been for a long time." He looked at her with tears in his eyes, then he turned to the window again. "I...I thought there was something wrong with me. I...I went to a doctor, a specialist in stuff like that, and had a checkup." "And..." Kay said. She had no idea her husband was aware of his deficiencies in bed, nor that he'd sought help for them. Stu turned around again. "He said there's nothing wrong with me physically," he told her. "So I know that isn't the problem. Maybe...maybe if we...if we could have had kids..." He looked at Kay. "I...I know that's not your fault, but..." He shrugged. "Stu, what are you getting at?" Kay asked. "I get the feeling all this is leading up to something. What is it? What are you trying to tell me?" Her husband took a deep breath, looked at the floor, then he slowly raised his head and looked at her. "Kay, I...I...want a...I want a divorce," he said softly. "I...I don't think it's...it's fair to either of us to let this go on, do you?" "Oh," Kay said. She was shaken. She never thought she'd hear those words from her husband. She felt her eyes filling with tears. "Is...is there someone...else? Is that why this has come up all of a sudden?" Stu, looking terribly sad, nodded. "Yes, there is someone else," he said. "But that's not the reason I'm talking to you about this now. I...she...it isn't all that serious, not yet, anyhow. It's just that, this past week, when I was home alone, I realized I was a lot happier than..." He gazed at his wife. "Kay, I'm sorry, I'm not trying to hurt you," he said softly. "Go on," Kay said. "Look, Kay, I don't want this to be ugly," he continued, "I...I was hoping that..." "You were hoping that I'd just say, 'Gee, Stu, sorry you're not happy, see you later, hope you have a good life,' is that it?" Kay snapped. Ashamed of her anger, and a little scared by it, she turned and walked into the living room and stared out through the large picture window at the lake for a long time. Anger continued to build inside her and she turned, intending to tear into her husband. But, when she turned around, her eye fell on a video lying next to the container it went in, on top of the cabinet where they were stored. "Frankie must have forgotten to put it away yesterday when we..." she thought. The thought came to her without warning and when it did, all the anger she felt toward her husband vanished. After what she'd been doing with Frankie this week, she had no right to be angry with Stu if he wanted out of their marriage. "Isn't that what you were telling yourself you wanted this morning?" she found herself thinking. "Why is it so upsetting to hear him say he's willing to give you what you really want? He's giving you a way out of a marriage you don't want to be in, so why are you angry with him?" She walked back into the kitchen where her husband stood looking anxious. "All right, Stu," she said softly. "If you want a divorce, you can have it. And I...I'm not going to contest it. I'm not even going to ask for alimony." Stu's mouth dropped open and he stared at her like he was seeing her for the first time. "What?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief. Kay took a deep breath. "Stu, we've been together fifteen years, some of them were good, some of them were not so good," she said. "I can't tell you that it doesn't hurt to hear you say that you want out of our marriage. But if you believe you can find happiness with someone else, then I'm certainly not going to try and stop you. You're right, I'm not happy, either. I...I'm not sure it would do either of us any good to try to keep this marriage intact if we aren't happy. And...and I do care enough about you to want you to be happy." She took a deep breath. "I...I...have to admit that I've made some discoveries this week, too. I...I wonder if we ever really were in love. I...I'm not sure I was. I guess we've been friends, at least, and I really don't want to lose that part of our relationship. I don't know if we can still be friends after we get divorced, but I'd rather we weren't enemies." "Kay, I..." Stu stammered. "I...I don't know what to say. I..." "I'm not sure I want you to say anything, Stu," Kay replied. "Not right now, anyhow. I've got a lot of thinking to do. Would you take me back down to Bobar's please? I want to get my things. If you're going to stay tonight, I think it might be best if I stayed here in...in my place." "God, I can't wait to tell Frankie about this!" she thought, delight filling her. "He'll be so happy!" "Yeah...I...I guess, so," Stu said. "I suppose I...we ought to let the others know what's going on, huh?" "That's up to you, Stu," Kay said. "I suppose we should. They might wonder why I'm sleeping up here alone, don't you think?" "Ah...yeah, I...I guess they might," Stu agreed. "Well, if that's the case, then I think you'd better explain," she said. They went out, got back in Stu's car, and headed back to Glen and Gloria's place. "This sure changes things, doesn't it?" Kay thought as she rode next to Stu in the car enroute to Bobar's. "I guess Frankie's doesn't have to worry about my sleeping with Stu any more." A smile formed on her lips as her musings continued. "Actually, since it looks like I'm going to be sleeping at my place tonight, Frankie might be able to come up and spend the night with me for the first time!" "What's that all about, I wonder?" Stu said, snapping his soon-to-be-ex-wife out of her very pleasant daydream. Kay glanced up and saw a brown four-wheel-drive station wagon with a blue light bar on the roof and sheriff's department markings on the side turning into the Bobar driveway. "I wonder why the sheriff's department is going to Glen and Gloria's?" Stu commented. "Oh, God, I hope Frankie wasn't so upset about Stu coming back that he did something stupid!" Kay thought, her heart beginning to race. "Not now, not after what Stu just told me! Not when...when it looks like we actually might have a chance!" Stu pulled into the driveway and parked, just as a young sheriff's deputy got out of the police vehicle. He stood next to his car, waiting for Stu and Kay to get out of theirs. "What's wrong, officer?" Stu asked when he and Kay were out of the car. "I'm Sergeant Greg Atkinson, James County Sheriff's Department," the officer said. "Are you folks family of the people who live here?" "We...we're their friends, we were staying with them for the week," Kay said. "What...what's wrong, sergeant?" "Is anyone home?" the officer asked. Kay nodded. "Their son is, his name is Frankie," she said, "Will you please tell us what's going on?" "I know Frankie," the officer said, looking pained. "My wife and I live a couple of doors up the road." He took a deep breath. "Maybe I ought to tell you folks first, then you can help me tell Frankie." "Tell us what?" Stu asked. "We...our office...we got a call from the State Patrol a little while ago..." Greg said. He paused and took a very deep breath before he continued. "They asked us to make the notification." Cold fear gripped Kay's heart. The officer's somber appearance, and the halting way he was talking made her think that whatever he had to tell them wasn't good news. "A...a notification about what?" she asked. "Glen and Gloria...Mr. and Mrs. Bobar..." Greg continued. His voice cracked and his eyes turned red and grew wet. "...they...they were...they were killed in...in a crash earlier this afternoon." "No!" Kay cried. She felt faint and leaned against Stu's car to steady herself, then she felt arms around her and realized the officer had grabbed her. Stu, his face ashen, was leaning against a tree and tears were rolling down his cheeks. "What...what happened?" Stu asked. "How...?" "I...I don't know much," Greg said, "The patrol officer I talked to said a fully loaded log truck lost it's brakes, went out of control, couldn't make a curve, and rolled over on Glen's car. They figure there had to be nearly thirty tons of logs on the truck. The car was crushed almost flat and the two people in the front seat-Glen and Gloria-were dead at the scene. There was a man in the back seat..." "M...Mike Ervins, he...he's another friend of ours," Kay said. "Where's Sue?" she thought. "My God! How are we going to tell her?" "Is Mike all right?" Stu asked. "The Patrol didn't have an identification on him, but the trooper I talked to said he is alive," Greg went on. "He was airlifted to the Jamestown Trauma Center, so I'd say he's in pretty tough shape." "We...we have to go in and tell Frankie," Kay said. "I...I'm not sure what he's going to do. He...he's going to be devastated." "Is there any other family?" Greg asked, "Someone we can call to come take care of him?" Kay shook her head. "Glen and Gloria were both only children," she said, "Their parents have been dead for years. Gloria once told me neither she nor Glen had any family anywhere. That's...that's why Frankie was so important to them. They...they were looking forward to starting a huge extended family, they used to laugh..." She began sobbing and was unable to talk any more. When Kay had calmed down, the three of them went inside. Frankie was sitting in the living room, watching TV. "Hi, Greg," he said when he saw his friend and neighbor. "What are you doing here?" He was puzzled by how solemn Greg looked. He looked at Kay and saw that her eyes were red and damp, like she'd been crying. He looked over at her husband and saw that his face was white and that he looked like he'd been crying too. "What's wrong?" he asked, feeling frightened. Kay walked over and sat down on the sofa next to the young man. "Frankie," she said, "Your...your parents, they...they..." "They what?" Frankie asked, his voice cracking. He looked at Greg. "Greg, what's going on? How come you're here?" Greg, tears rolling down his cheeks, looked at the young man. He knelt down in front of the sofa and took a deep breath. "Frankie, your folks were both killed in a car crash earlier today," he said. "I...I'm really sorry." "Oh, God, no! No!! You've got to be wrong!!" Frankie screamed. He turned to Kay, who put her arms around him and held him while both of their bodies shook with the force of their sobs. "Kay, where...where's Sue?" Stu asked. "We need to...to tell her. She needs to...to get down to the...the hospital in Jamestown to be with Mike." "She...she..." Kay began, then she stopped. She wasn't sure she wanted Stu to find out what Sue had been doing the past few days. "I need to talk to the officer privately, Stu," she said. She looked at Greg. "Can I talk with you outside, sergeant?" she asked. The officer looked almost as puzzled as Stu did. "Certainly," he replied. "Frankie, I'll be right back," Kay said. "After I talk with the officer." She got up off the sofa, then she and Greg went outside. "If you live here, you must know Ronny Amos," she said. "Yeah, I know him," Greg replied, looking none too pleased to hear the name. "Well, without going into a lot of explanations, if you find him, you'll probably find Sue Ervins," Kay said. "I guess I'd look at his place first." "Shit," Greg said. "OK, I'll go find her. Can somebody give her a ride to Jamestown once I do?" he asked. "Stu...my husband...I'm sure he'll be happy to drive her back to Jamestown," Kay said. "I think I better stay here and take care of Frankie." "OK, that sounds like a good idea," Greg said. "Like I said, my wife and I live a couple of cabins away. Abby...my wife...she's a nurse, if you need help with Frankie, give her a call. Here's my card, my home number's on the back." "Thank you," Kay said. She put the card in her pocket, went back in the house, sat down on the sofa, and took Frankie, who was still sobbing, into her arms and held him. "What was that all about?" Stu asked, looking confused. "The sergeant has gone to get Sue," Kay said. "When he brings her back, you can drive her to Jamestown." A Week In The Mountains Ch. 25 Stu looked befuddled for a few seconds, then he seemed to understand what she'd said. "Yeah, OK," he replied. "But where the hell is Sue?" "You don't need to know, Stu" Kay said. "There are much more important things we need to think about now. Like Frankie." 256 293 Roi: A Week In The Mountains A Week In The Mountains Ch. 26 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains "I don't...understand...why I...I...keep coming back...here," Sue Ervins gasped. She was breathless and barely able to speak because Ronny Amos was sucking her nipples while two of his fingers were plunging in and out of her pussy. They were lying naked in his bed, a location Sue had had become quite familiar with the past few days. After a wild morning of sex with Ronny, Sue went back to the Bobar cabin and had lunch with Kay and Frankie. Then, even though she had been trying to convince herself she shouldn't do it, she returned to Ronny's cabin for more sex. For some reason, she found herself unable to stay away from the arrogant young man, even though she knew all he was doing was using her. Ronny kept up his caresses, driving Sue wilder and wilder. While he did that, her hands slid down between them and wrapped around his cock. She squeezed the swollen shaft, then her soft warm hands began sliding up and down over the throbbing, veined surface. Ronny's mouth continued to roam over her body. He licked the stretch marks on her belly softly, then kissed his way through her pubic hair and began licking her pussy. When he did that, Sue's hips went wild and her groans of delight grew louder and louder. Ronny managed to get himself into a position that would allow him to keep eating Sue and she could continue pumping his dick while he did. He loved how wild she acted. None of the girls he brought home from college were half as hot as Susie was! He explored her soft vaginal lips with his stiffened tongue, then he slid it into her, then he withdrew it and began lashing her clit. That made her groan louder and she began to squirm and twist. He sucked her clit into his mouth and when he did, Sue pushed at his head. "Ronny! I want you in me!" Sue moaned. "I need you in me! Oh, God, please don't...don't make me come like that!" Ronny slid moved so his body was on top of Sue's, and when he did, he felt her hand tugging his cock toward her pussy. When he felt the warmth of her opening around the tip, he thrust his hips downward, burying himself in her. "Oh, Ronny, yes!" Sue groaned when she felt the young man's cock plunge into her. Her legs locked behind his and she lifted her middle and ground it against him. "You always make me feel so good!" Ronny, his excitement near fever pitch, kept stabbing his cock into his older lover. He couldn't wait to experience the sights and sounds of Sue's frantic coming! "Now! Now! Now! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes!" Sue moaned. Her body began moving frantically as release exploded through her. Her legs tightened, locking Ronny against her and she grabbed his arms while her snug sleeve rippled around his invading cock. The rippling action of Sue's vagina when she came drew Ronny's orgasm from him. "Uh! Take...It! Yeah, Susie, here it comes, take it!" the young man groaned. He ground his pelvis against hers, spouting jet after torrid jet of his sauce into her. "That was so wonderful, Ronny," Sue whispered to the young man lying next to her when they finished. "I...I just wish I didn't keep having these damn feelings of guilt every time I'm, with you." "Your husband doesn't know what you're doing, does he?" Ronny asked. He figured her husband had to be away, either that or he was some kind of major dummy to let her go off every day the way she did. Sue shook her head. "Mike...he's not here," she said. "He...he went off on a...a fishing trip. He...he's supposed to be coming home today and..." A pained look appeared on her face. "I don't know what I'm going to do when he comes back, I..." Ronny rolled on his side. "Maybe we're gonna have to stop seeing each other when he does," he said. He'd miss fucking Susie, but it wasn't like if she wasn't around, he wasn't going to get laid. He'd been putting off other chicks so he could screw her, and he had no intention of making this affair a lifetime thing. Sue rolled on her side, to face the young man and shook her head. "I...I'm not sure I want to stop seeing you," she murmured. "I...I just wish I didn't feel so damn guilty about doing this." "Come on, Susie, what's to feel guilty about?" Ronny asked. "Your old man ain't giving you what I give you, is he?" Sue blushed and shook her head. "No...he...we..." she stammered. "Mike he...he isn't nearly as good a lover as...as you are." That was true, she realized, even though her husband had been showing signs of improving his love making skills earlier in the week, before he left for the fishing trip. "I kind of figured I might be better in the sack than your old man," Ronny said, a smug grin on his face. Sue nodded. "You like hearing that, don't you?" she said. She found the young man's smug attitude more than a little upsetting. Wasn't it bad enough he was cuckolding Mike, did he have to be so damn smug about it, too? "You men all have a thing about how well they stack up in bed against other men, don't you?" Ronny shrugged. "I guess so," he said. "I don't think about it all that much. I just try to be the best I can be, like they say in those Army commercials on TV." He grinned smugly once more. "And, from what you've been tellin' me, Susie, sounds like I'm doin' OK." "Yes, you...you're the best lover I've ever had," Sue admitted. She kissed the tip of his nose. "I...I'm not sure what I'm going to do," she continued. "I...I don't want to stop seeing you, but we...we'll be going home in a couple of days. And...and when Mike...gets back from his fishing trip, I won't be..." It occurred to her that if she could convince her husband to buy a cabin, she'd be able to keep seeing Ronny, at least once occasionally. And even a little of this fantastic sex was better than none. "One way or another I have to convince Mike we have to buy a cabin," she thought. The sound of someone knocking on the cabin door interrupted Sue's thoughts. "Who the hell is that?" Ronny muttered, sitting up. "Maybe it's Vicky," Sue suggested. She realized that she was a little frightened. What if it was Ronny's parents, or maybe Gloria, or Kay? "Can't be Vicky," Ronny said, "Her folks made her go with them to visit relatives somewhere. And besides, she wouldn't bother knocking." He slipped into a pair of cutoff jeans and walked out of the bedroom. Greg frowned when Ronny Amos came to the door. The young man, as usual, had a fractious look on his face. "What the fuck do you want, Greg?" Ronny asked the deputy. "Why are you bothering me? I'm busy." "Is Mrs. Sue Ervins here, Ronny?" Greg asked. "I don't know that's any of your business," Ronny said. "What if she is?" Greg pushed the door open and walked into the house. He immediately smelled the aroma of marijuana, which permeated the place. Ronny made a grab for him, but the deputy avoided it and, with a sweep of his leg, knocked the young man's legs out from under him. Ronny hit the floor with a loud crash. "Hey, asshole!" Ronny exclaimed. "You can't come bustin' in here like that!" "Shut up, Ronny!" Greg barked. He started down the hallway toward the young man's bedroom. Sue heard the loud voices, then she heard a crash. It sounded to her like Ronny was fighting with someone, and she became even more frightened. When she heard footsteps coming down the hallway she began struggling into her clothes. She had her jeans on, and was just about to pull her tank top over her head when a young police officer in a brown and tan uniform appeared in the bedroom doorway. He saw her partially unclad state, blushed, and turned his back to her. Quaking, she finished putting her tank top on then, flushing, she looked at the officer, who had turned around again and was frowning at her. "Are you Mrs. Sue Ervins?" Greg asked, his voice reflecting the disdain he felt. "Why in the hell would an attractive married woman like her want to screw around with an arrogant scumbag like Ronny?" he wondered. "Ye...yes," Sue replied. "I...I am. What...what do you want, officer?" Ronny got to his feet and stood in the kitchen for a second, his anger growing. Then he bolted down the hallway, planning to throw Greg out of his house. Greg heard Ronny coming and moved into the bedroom, then he stepped aside, leaving the doorway clear. Ronny, caught off-guard by the fact that the deputy wasn't where he expected him to be, rushed right past Greg. When he did, Greg stuck his foot out. Ronny tripped, hit the floor with an even louder crash than he had before, and slid across the room, ending up in a heap next to the dresser. "You looking to go to jail, Ronny?" Greg asked, grinning. "If that's the case, I'd love to take you. You get convicted of assault on an officer, you'll be the guest of the county for a year." "You fucking pig, you can't do this!" Ronny grumbled, trying to climb to his feet. Greg slipped his black plastic T-shaped nightstick out of the holder on his belt and slapped it against his hand. "Stay on the floor, Ronny," he said. "I don't want to have to hurt you. Just sit there and, for once, keep your damn mouth shut. You're lucky I don't search this place for drugs. I'm sure I could find some, couldn't I?" Ronny rolled around so he was sitting against the dresser, and stayed on the floor, glowering at Greg. "Why...why are you doing this?" Sue asked the policeman. Greg turned to her, keeping Ronny in view out of the corner of his eye. "Mrs. Ervins," he said, "your husband was badly injured in a car crash earlier today. He's alive, but he's been airlifted to the Jamestown Trauma Center." "What?" Sue exclaimed. She sank onto the bed, trembling. "Gloria, Glen, they were with him. What...what about them?" she stammered. Greg wasn't inclined to be easy on this woman who, he decided, he didn't like even one little bit. "Mr. and Mrs. Bobar were killed," he said. "Will you come with me, please, Mrs. Ervins? There's a man down at the Bobar home who said he'll give you a ride to Jamestown." Sue was sobbing. "Glen...Gloria...they...they're dead..." she stammered, "and Mike...he...he's hurt..." "Come on, Mrs. Ervins," Greg said. He walked to the bed, put his hand under Sue's arm, and pulled her to her feet. "I think you need to get going. Your husband needs you." "I'm going to sue your fuckin' ass off for bustin' in here like this, Greg!" Ronny snarled from where he sat. "You'll see, you asshole, I'm..." Greg turned, faced the young man, pointed the nightstick at him, and shot him such a powerful glare that Ronny jumped. "You scum!" he growled. "Did you hear any of what I just said? I don't know how, yet, Ronny, but as sure as I'm standing here, I'm going to put you in jail before this summer is over. You can bank on it!" He turned, grabbed Sue's arm, and led the sobbing woman out to his car. Greg helped Sue climb into his patrol vehicle and drove her to the Bobar cabin while she sat next to him, sobbing uncontrollably. When they got there, he helped her out and led her into the house. Frankie and Kay were still on the sofa, and Stu was sitting in a chair when Greg and Sue came in. "Kay...is...is it...is it true?" Sue sobbed. "Are...are Gloria and Glen...are they really dead?" Kay nodded. "Yes," she said. "And from what the officer told us, Mike isn't in very good shape. Stu said he'd drive you back to Jamestown. Would you like me to help you pack your things?" "P...please," Sue sobbed. She sank into a chair, put her face in her hands, and the sound of her sobs mixed with Frankie's and filled the house. Greg looked over at Stu Tobin. "I guess I'm finished here for now," he said. "I have to go up to my place and tell my wife what happened. She and Gloria were pretty close. I'll ask her to check on Frankie later." "My...my wife...she...she said she'd stay and take care of Frankie," Stu said. "The Bobars had us in their will to be his guardians if anything happened to them. I...I remember when they asked us, I...I just never thought it would, you know, happen." "OK," Greg said, "Your wife has our phone number. I told her to call if she needs anything." The deputy took a deep breath, then he walked over and sat down next to Frankie on the sofa and put his arm around the still-sobbing young man. "Frankie, I...I'm so sorry about what happened," he said. "I...I wish there was something I...I could do, but..." "Th...thanks, Greg," Frankie stammered. "I...I...I don't know what I'm gonna do." "I'm always here if you need me," Greg said. "You know that." "Yeah, I know," Frankie replied. "I...I know." Greg gave Frankie a hug, then he stood up. "I've got to go, but I'll check in later, when I get off duty, Frankie," he said. "Th...thanks, Greg," Frankie said. Shortly after Greg left, Sue and Kay appeared from the bedroom wing. Kay was carrying Sue's suitcase and holding the sobbing woman up with her arm. "Take her out to the car, Stu," she said, putting the suitcase down. "I think the sooner you get going, the better. We don't know how badly Mike is injured and she really needs to be there if..." She shrugged. She wasn't willing to consider the possibility of losing another friend. Her husband got up and picked up the suitcase, then he started out the door. Kay helped Sue out to the car and got her into it while Stu put the suitcase in the trunk. Stu walked around to the driver's side of the car and looked over the roof at Kay. "A...about what we talked about this morning," he said. "Maybe...maybe I ought to reconsider what we talked about earlier. Maybe..." "Is that what you really want, Stu?" Kay asked. "I...I don't know," Stu replied, "but things have changed. We...you and I...Glen and Gloria made us Frankie's guardians in their will, remember?" "Stu, come on," Kay said. "Don't give me that 'We've got to stick together for the sake of the kid,' baloney. Frankie's twenty. He's going to be a sophomore in college next year. He isn't exactly going to need a full-time father. And he has male friends, good ones, like that police officer." "Yeah, but..." Stu said. "What...what about you? What are you going to do?" "I own a home now, remember?" Kay replied. "And there's more than enough money left in my trust fund to provide me with ample income to live on." "Kay, that's not what I meant," Stu replied, flushing. "I...I meant...I...I don't know what I meant. I..." "Stu, if you want a divorce, get one. Don't let what happened to Glen and Gloria change your mind," Kay said. "If anything, their deaths ought to tell you something about needing to do whatever you need to do to be happy while you still have time. I'll be fine. If...if there's a chance for you to have some happiness, I want you to have it. I...I mean that." Stu looked at his wife as if he was seeing a woman he'd never known. "Do...do you really mean that, Kay?" he asked. Kay nodded. "Yes, Stu, I do," she said. "All...all right," Stu said. "But...but what about you?" "I'll be fine, Stu," Kay said. "I really will. I've got Frankie to worry about right now. And the funeral and all. I have an idea I'm going to be very busy for the next few weeks." "I...I'll call you and let you know how Mike is once we get to Jamestown," Stu said. He got in the car, started it, then he drove out of the driveway. Kay stood there, watching Stu's car go down the road with tears rolling down her cheeks. She knew her life would never be the same after today, and was sad, scared and excited, all at the same time. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 27 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Kay stood in the driveway and watched her husband and Sue drive away and realized that her life had changed permanently. "He's not just taking Sue to the hospital..." she thought as the car disappeared around a curve, "...he's driving out of my life." She took a deep breath, turned, and walked back into the house where Frankie was still sitting on the sofa, crying. "Would you like me to get you something to eat, Frankie?" she asked. Frankie shook his head. "I...I'm not hungry," he replied. Kay could understand that. She didn't feel much like eating, either. "How about some hot chocolate?" she suggested. Frankie nodded slowly. "Yeah, I guess I could drink some of that," he replied. Kay went out to the kitchen and began making hot chocolate for them. "I should have gone with Mom this morning," Frankie said from the doorway between the living room and kitchen. "I...I..." His shoulders shook and he began sobbing again. Kay put down the cups she'd taken out of the cupboard, walked over to the grief-stricken young man, and put her arms around him. He put his arms around her, laid his head on her shoulder, and continued to sob. "Frankie, if you'd gone with your mother, you might be dead, or seriously hurt, like Mike," Kay said. "Do you think your parents would want that?" A shudder went through her when she realized she could have lost him. The thought frightened her. "Ah...no...I...I guess they...they wouldn't," Frankie sobbed. "But...oh, God, Kay, what am I...I going to do? I...I miss them already..." "I know you do, darling," Kay said softly. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him gently on the cheek. "You'll always miss them. But I'll be here for you. I'll take care of you." Frankie leaned back in her arms and looked at her. "You...you will?" he asked. "Promise?" Kay nodded. "I don't know if your parents ever told you," she said, "but about ten years ago, after your mother's parents died, they asked Stu and me if they could put us in their wills as your guardian if anything happened to them." "They...they did?" Frankie asked. "So...so that means you and Mr. Tobin are my guardians now?" "Well, you're legally an adult, so I don't suppose that provision of the will has any legal force any more," Kay replied, "but as far as I'm concerned, that doesn't matter. You need me and I'll be here for you as long as you do." "What...what happens now?" Frankie asked. "What about the funeral and everything?" "We'll just have to take things one step at a time," she replied. The teakettle began whistling, so she released the young man, went back to the counter, and made two cups of hot chocolate for them. She carried the cups to the table and sat them down. Frankie came over and they both sat down at the kitchen table. "Your parents use the same lawyer Stu and I do," Kay told the boy. "I know they were careful about taking care of important things. I have a feeling the lawyer will be able to tell us what needs to be done. Your folks may have left instructions for their funeral with him. In fact, not that I think about it, I remember your mother telling me she and your father had taken out one of those insurance policies to cover the cost of their funerals. I remember because I teased her that it sounded so morbid. She told me that Stu and I should think about doing it." "It does sound kinda morbid, doesn't it?" Frankie agreed, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. "But it sounds like Mom and Dad, too. They were always thinking ahead." "Do you want to back to Jamestown until things are settled?" Kay asked. Frankie shook his head. "I...I don't want to, not now, anyhow," he said. "I...there's too much there to remind me of Mom and Dad, you know? And I...I feel better here." He took a deep breath. "It's crazy, I...I keep looking at the front door and expecting them to come in and..." He put his head in his hands and began sobbing again. "Frankie, that's not crazy," Kay said softly. "I...I keep expecting them to come in, too." She had an idea. She laid her hand gently on the young man's shoulder and asked, "Frankie, would it be easier for you if we went up and stayed at my cabin for a few days? At least until we can make all the arrangements we need to make. Do you think that might make it easier for you?" Frankie nodded. "May...maybe it...it would," he sobbed. "At least there's none of Mom and Dad's stuff around there to...to make me...think of...of them." "Why don't I call the lawyer and find out what, if anything, you need to do?" Kay said, "Then I'll pack some of our things and we can go up to my place." "O...OK," Frankie replied. Kay called the Bobar's lawyer, who offered his condolences and said he would take care of everything, including the funeral arrangements. Kay was right, Frankie's parents had made and pre-paid their own funeral arrangements. After she finished talking to the lawyer, she went into the young man's room and packed a few of his things in a small suitcase. Then, she went to her room and put her clothes in her suitcase. Once she had things packed for both her and Frankie, she carried the suitcases out to Glen Bobar's pickup, then went back in the house, wrote out a note telling anyone who might be interested where Frankie and she were going to be, and fastened it to the door with cellophane tape. Finally, Kay went back out to the kitchen, where Frankie still sat, staring into his nearly-full cup of hot chocolate. "Ready to go, Frankie?" she asked. "Everything's all set. I called the lawyer. He said he will take care of the funeral arrangements, and I put a note on the door telling people where to find us if they need us." "OK," Frankie said, standing up. "Let's go." They walked outside and Kay turned to lock the door. She noticed that Frankie kept looking back toward the house, then toward the road while they walked to the garage. "I hope I have the strength to help him get through this," she thought as they climbed into the pickup. Frankie handed her the keys, she started the engine, and backed the truck out of the garage. Then she headed up the road to her cabin. When they got to her house, Kay and Frankie carried the suitcases in. She decided that, considering the circumstances, the young man would probably be better off having his own room, so she put his things in one of the spare bedrooms and hers in the master bedroom. When she finished unpacking, she went back downstairs. She had hoped that, somehow, her first night in her new home would be a time of excitement, but instead it was a night of sorrow. The two of them spent the rest of the evening talking about Frankie's parents. Each of them told humorous stories about the couple, and they also shared the intense sadness both of them felt. They spent a lot of time sitting on the sofa, crying in each other's arms. It was very late when they finally did go to bed. Kay made up the bed in the spare bedroom and made sure Frankie was safely tucked in. Then she went to her room, got undressed, put on a nightgown, and slipped into bed. "This has to be the worst day I'll ever experience in my life," she thought as she lay in her bed, trying to get to sleep. "In the space of a few hours, my husband told me he wants a divorce and I found out that two of my best friends were dead and another was seriously injured. Nothing much worse could happen, could it?" A little later, Frankie knocked softly at the door to her bedroom, then he opened it. "I...I can't get to sleep, Kay," he said. "Can...can I come in for...for a little while?" "Of course you can, Frankie," Kay replied. "Come here, darling. I'll hold you and you hold me. I think we both need that, don't you?" "Ah, yeah," Frankie said. "I...I sure do." The young man, who was wearing pajamas, slid into bed and he and Kay snuggled into each other's arms and clung to each other. "I'm really glad you're here for me tonight, Kay," the young man whispered. "I...I don't know what I'd have done if you weren't. It...it helps a lot to...to have you hold me. It...it really does." "I'm glad I was here for you, too," Kay said softly. "It feels good to have you hold me, too." They lay in each other's arms for a long time, not saying anything, just drawing comfort from the contact of their bodies. At one point, Frankie kissed Kay's forehead gently. Kay looked at him and caressed his face gently with her fingers. The young man bent his head and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Kay sighed softly and gave Frankie a gentle kiss in return. Once they started kissing each other, it was as if they couldn't stop. Over and over again, their lips joined. And, as time went on, their kisses became more urgent and soon were evoking feelings that were incredibly intense, yet different from anything either of them had ever experienced before. Kay felt herself becoming aroused even though that had been the last thing on her mind when she invited into Frankie her bed. As they continued to hold and kiss each other, she felt something else, too, something she couldn't identify other than that it was absolutely wonderful, almost mystical. She continued to cling to him and share passionate kisses with him. After a while, Frankie's lips left hers and began travelling down her neck and onto her shoulders, which were bare, save for the thin shoulder straps of her pale pink silk and lace nightgown. She felt tingling sensations begin to spread through her. Part of her felt that that doing this tonight, of all nights, was wrong, but at the same time, part of her felt a tremendous need to make love with Frankie, to reaffirm the reality of life in the face of the sudden, horrible death that had been visited on them. Frankie began to caress her tenderly though her nightgown. His gentle touches sent wonderful feelings sweeping through her. He stroked her breasts and nipples through the sheer fabric, then he pushed the straps off her shoulders, bared her breasts, and suckled her nipples until they were rigid and tingling. The caresses of his lips and tongue moved downward while he pulled up her nightgown to give him access to her body. His caresses were trailing fire down her body. Kay murmured softly when, at long last, his lips began to move through her pubic hair and between her legs. Then he began kissing the excitement-dampened lips of her vagina. She groaned again and her back arched, lifting her hips off the bed. She didn't know exactly why their love making this night was so different, but it was, and it was wonderful! Frankie was far too aroused to be satisfied with kissing and licking Kay's vagina. Alive with intense desire, he slid on top of her. When he lowered his hips he felt his erection slide into her warm, damp cavern. When he was in her as far as he could get, he laid still, enjoying how wonderful it felt to have his swollen shaft embedded in Kay's body. Her rigid nipples pressed into his chest. He covered Kay's lips with his and felt her tongue probe into his mouth. Kay, aware they hadn't spoken and feeling that doing so would somehow mar the wonder of the experience they were sharing, began gently moving her hips and felt Frankie's hips begin moving in response. His erection, buried deep inside her, caressed her insides, giving her absolutely exquisite sensations. Those feelings more wondrous than any she'd ever experienced in her life began to spread through her. The two lovers remained silent while their bodies strained against each other, flesh rubbing flesh, giving and taking, seeking and receiving feelings each of them desperately needed. It wasn't long before both of them felt the signals which told them that what they so desperately wanted would soon be theirs. Frankie groaned softly, then powerful spasms began deep in his body and feelings, the likes of which he'd never experienced before, spread through him. His hot fluids flowed out of him gently, not violently, like lava out of a volcano. When Kay felt Frankie's warm fluids flooding into her, she pulled his head down and covered his mouth with hers. Miraculous sensations inundated her. She was stunned by how sweet and wonderful their love making tonight was. She'd never experienced anything quite like it, and wished it didn't have to stop. After their joining was completed, Frankie and Kay lay in each other's arms, overwhelmed by the unique and exhilarating experience they'd just shared. "Kay, I...I love you," Frankie murmured, hugging her against him fiercely. "I love you, too, Frankie darling," Kay replied. "You...you aren't going to leave me, too, are you?" Frankie whispered, his face buried in her neck. "I...I couldn't stand it if...if you...left me, too." "No, Frankie, I'm never going to leave you," Kay said. "Now go to sleep." She reached across the young man and turned out the light. It felt, somehow, very right to have him sleeping next to her. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 28 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Frankie woke up before Kay did the next morning. He rolled onto his side and, for quite a while, lay next to her, watching her sleep. "What happened last night was unreal!" he thought, recalling the unique and wonderful love making experience he and she shared. As he lay there, he remembered what had happened to his parents and, even though it still seemed unreal, it brought tears to his eyes and caused a lump to form in his throat. Afraid he'd begin crying and wake Kay up, he slid quietly out of bed. "I guess I'll go down and make breakfast," the young man thought. He hadn't eaten since lunchtime the previous day and was famished. He went back to the room Kay had put his things in, slipped into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, then went downstairs. Kay woke up a bit later and was disappointed to find the bed next to her empty. "I wonder where Frankie is?" she thought. Then she realized the house smelled good. There was a scent of brewing coffee, and something else that smelled very good, too. She got up, quickly brushed out her tangled hair, slipped on a robe, and went downstairs. "Good morning, Kay," Frankie said when Kay walked into the kitchen. "Good morning, Frankie," Kay replied. "What smells so good?" Frankie reddened a little. "I...I was starved when I woke up, so I thought I'd make breakfast for us," he said. "There wasn't much here, but I did find enough stuff to make a quiche. It's bacon and cheese. There weren't any eggs, but there were some of those egg substitutes in the freezer. I...I hope you like it. There was coffee here, and it's ready." Kay walked over to the young man, put her arms around him, and kissed him tenderly. "How are you today, Frankie?" she asked. "If...if I keep busy and don't think too much, I'm...I'm OK, I guess," Frankie replied. "But it's hard...it's really hard." "I know it is, my love," Kay told him, hugging him. "I know it is." "Having you here helps a lot, though," Frankie said. "It really does." The buzzer on the stove sounded. "The quiche is done. Go sit down, I'll get it out for us." Kay walked to the little glassed-in breakfast nook off the kitchen and sat down. Frankie had set the table, napkins and all. A carafe of coffee was already on the table. She poured some into her cup. The young man brought the quiche, which he'd sliced, to the table, and put one wedge-shaped slice of it on Kay's plate and another on his, then he sat down. "Frankie, that quiche smells delicious," Kay said. "I hope it tastes OK," he said. "I never used those egg replacement things to make it before, but that was all there was." "I'm sure it will be delicious, Frankie," Kay said. "Come on, let's eat." The quiche tasted even better than it smelled. "This is fantastic, Frankie," Kay commented. "And the crust is so flaky. How do you do that? My crusts always get tough." Frankie blushed. "Ah, well, I...I used a ready-made crust from a package I found in the refrigerator," he said. "I...I can make crust, though. Mom says..." His eyes reddened, he stopped talking, and took a deep breath as a tear trickled down his cheek. Kay laid her hand on the young man's arm. "...she says I make better crusts than...than she does," the young man said, finishing his statement. He looked at Kay. "Why did this have to happen to them?" he said softly. "Mom and Dad, they...they were good people, they...they never hurt anybody." Kay trailed her fingers up and down Frankie's arm. "I don't have an answer for you, Frankie," she said. "I'm not sure there is one. Sometimes terrible things happen and we can't find a reason. We just have to accept the things that happened and move on with our lives, I guess. We'll get through this. We have each other, don't we?" "Yeah, I guess so," Frankie replied. He took another slice of quiche and began eating it. "It...it isn't easy, though, is it?" Kay shook her head. "No, darling, it isn't," she said softly. "And it will probably get harder when it's time for the funeral. I have a feeling that's going to be very hard on both of us." She finished her piece of quiche and, even though it was delicious, she decided she didn't want a second piece. She sat, sipping her coffee, while Frankie finished his second slice of quiche and went to work on his third. "It's nice to see you eat your own cooking," she said, smiling. "I'm starved," Frankie replied. He finished his third slice of quiche, then he poured himself a cup of coffee. "I didn't know you liked coffee," Kay said. "I drink it once in a while," Frankie said. "Sometimes I ride with Greg when he's on patrol. He drinks a lot of coffee. I guess it's kind of a cop thing." His face grew serious. "Will...will Mr. Tobin be coming back up today?" he asked. Kay shook her head. "I don't think so," she replied. Frankie looked surprised. "How come?" he asked. "Doesn't...doesn't he want to, you know, be with you now?" Kay took a deep breath. Should she tell him? She might as well, he'd find out sooner or later. "Frankie, one of the...the reasons Stu came up yesterday..." she said hesitantly, "...was to tell me he...he wanted a...a divorce." Frankie's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "What?" he exclaimed. "He...he wants to divorce you? How come?" Kay shrugged. "I guess both Stu and I have been aware that our marriage hasn't been what it should have been for a long time," she replied. "He finally decided he had enough and wanted out." "Oh, wow," Frankie said. "I'm sorry. Boy, yesterday really sucked, didn't it?" Kay smiled. "I'd say that's an understatement," she replied. They both looked around when someone began knocking softly at the back door. "I'll get it," Frankie said, standing up. He walked across the kitchen and opened the door. "Hi, Abby," he said to an attractive blonde woman, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, standing there. "Hi, Frankie," the woman said. "I saw the note on your door, so I came up here. I hope you don't mind. How are you?" She stepped into the house and gave the young man a hug. "I'm OK right now, sort of, " Frankie said, returning the woman's hug. "Come in, Abby, I want you to meet Mrs. Tobin." Frankie led the blonde across the kitchen to where Kay sat. "Abby Atkinson, this is Kay Tobin," he said. Kay stood up and took Abby's offered hand. "I'm very pleased to meet you, Abby," she said. "Abby's married to Greg, the sheriff's deputy who came and...and...yesterday," Frankie said, his voice breaking. "They...they live down the road a way." "This is all so awful," Abby said. "It certainly is," Kay agreed. "Greg said you offered to take care of Frankie," Abby continued. "I was glad to hear he had someone to look out for him, and that you were here when it happened." "I'm glad I was, too," Kay replied. "Frankie's a really special guy," Abby said. "We were good friends with his folks, too. I sometimes think Greg sees Frankie as the little brother he never had. Most summers they're always together, aren't you, Frankie?" "Ah...yeah," Frankie replied. Kay found herself liking the woman she was talking to. Abby seemed like a very caring person, just like her husband. And it was obvious they were close to Frankie. While the women talked, Frankie cleared the table and washed the dishes. When those were finished and put away, he sat down at the table with the women. Abby laid her hand on Frankie's. "You know Greg and I will do anything we can for you, Frankie," she said. "Don't be afraid to call on us if you need something." "Thanks, Abby," Frankie said. "That...that really means a lot to me." "Some of the women who live here at the lake full-time are going to get meals together for you folks for a couple of days," Abby said. "We figured with the funeral and everything, you'd be too busy to cook and, well, we wanted to do something to help." "Thank you so much," Kay said. "I'm sure it will be a help. Frankie made breakfast for me this morning." Abby looked surprised. She turned to the young man. "Frankie, you can cook?" she said. Frankie's face turned bright red. "Ah...yeah, a little," he replied. "You know, simple stuff." "Simple stuff like Quiche Lorraine," Kay said. "Greg, my husband, he cooks sometimes, too, and he's quite good, better than I am, I think," Abby said. "It's nice having a man who cooks for you once in a while." "Until Frankie did it this morning, I've never had a man cook for me," Kay said. Abby stood up. "Well, I have to go. My husband's uncle and his new wife are visiting, and they're watching little Greg," she said. "But Uncle John has a tendency to let our son do things I wouldn't let him do and don't want him to do. I better get back before my son winds up in a tree somewhere. It was nice meeting you, Kay. And Frankie, don't forget, Greg and I are here for you." "I know you are, Abby," Frankie said. Kay walked Abby to the door. "How's he doing, really?" Abby whispered. "I'm no expert on these things, but he seems to be bearing up pretty well," Kay replied softly. "He has crying spells, but then so do I. Gloria was one of my best friends. I still keep thinking this has to be some kind of bad dream." "I do too," Abby said. "What I said for Frankie goes for you, too, Kay. If you need anything, just call. Have you got my number?" Kay nodded. "Your husband gave me his card yesterday," she replied. "He wrote your home number on the back of it." "Abby seems very nice," Kay said when she returned to the table. "How long have she and her husband been married?" "A couple of years, I think," Frankie replied. "She used to be married to a doctor who had a cabin next door to Greg's, but somebody burned the cabin down and was trying to kill Abby or something. After that she got divorced and she and Greg got married. They're about the happiest married couple I ever knew. Even happier than Mom and..." Kay leaned forward, put her arms around Frankie, and he leaned against her while he sobbed. He finally settled down and leaned back in his chair. "I suppose we ought to go down to your cabin and see if there are any messages on the answering machine," Kay said. "I'm sure Stu called to let us know how Mike Ervins is." She stopped and took a deep breath. "And, even though I know it's going to be hard for you, we need to talk about the funeral, too." "I...I know," Frankie said. Kay stood up, planning to go upstairs, take a shower, and get dressed. "Kay?" Frankie said. "What, darling?" Kay responded. "Last night...it...it was...neater...the neatest..." he stammered, searching for words. Kay sat down and took him in her arms again. "Last night was the most incredible experience I've ever had," she murmured. "When you came to my room, all I intended to do was hold you and try to ease your pain. And I wanted to be held by you and have you do the same for me. I...I had no intention of making love." "I...I didn't either," Frankie said. "I...I never even thought about it, you know? How come it was so neat, then? I mean, after what happened yesterday and all..." "I don't know, Frankie," Kay said. She smiled gently at the young man. "I've been wondering the same thing. All I know is that last night was more wonderful than anything that ever happened to me before. It was almost magical-I don't know-almost mystical for me." Frankie nodded. "Yeah, mystical, that's exactly how it felt to me, too," he said. "It was kind of like out of this world, wasn't it?" He looked at her for a while, then he took a deep breath. "Last night you...you said you loved me," he said softly. "I thought I'd dreamed that when I woke up this morning. I wasn't dreaming, was I?" Kay smiled and caressed the young man's face with her hand. "No, Frankie," she said softly. "You didn't dream that. I do love you." "I love you, too, Kay," Frankie said, hugging her fiercely. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 29 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Chapter twenty-nine Frankie and Kay didn't go back to Jamestown until the day of the wake. After they got there, they took showers, changed, and went to the funeral home. They talked to the funeral director on the phone and had decided that the caskets should be closed. When they arrived at the funeral home an hour before the calling hours were to start, the funeral director asked them if they wanted him to open the caskets. Frankie shook his head. "I...I don't think so," he said. "Sometimes it helps make the experience more final if you do view the bodies," the funeral director said. "No," Frankie said. "I know Mom and Dad are dead. And I've seen enough car wrecks to know what they probably look like. I...I don't need to see them. I'd rather remember them the way they were." "That's your choice," the funeral director said. Frankie had never experienced anything more horrible than his parents' funeral rites. First he had to deal with the wake, which consisted sitting for what seemed like hours in the funeral home while people filed through the room where the two closed caskets lay. He lost count of the number of people who told him how sorry they were about what happened to his folks and what wonderful people his parents had been. Everyone who talked to him said they'd do whatever they could for him, and told him what a brave young man he was. He was glad when the calling hours were over and he could finally go home with Kay. After they got there, they got undressed and laid in his bed, in each other's arms, talking. And, before they went to sleep, they once again made sweet, gentle love; very much like they had the night his parents had died. The tragedy that had befallen them was allowing them to grow even closer. The funeral service the next day was little better than the calling hours had been. Reverend Williams, the pastor of the church Frankie and his parents attended, droned on for what felt like hours, talking about what wonderful people the Bobars were, but Frankie thought the minister's speech sounded insincere, as if he really didn't know his parents. Then several other people, including Stu, got up and talked about what wonderful people Glen and Gloria had been. Finally Frankie got up and, even though his eyes were filled with tears and his voice broke, he managed to say a few words of tribute and remembrance for his parents. Kay took his hand and squeezed it when he sat down. "That was beautiful, Frankie," she whispered. "It's the hardest thing I've ever done," Frankie replied. After the service, the young man once again was subjected to a procession of people telling him how sorry they were and how brave he was. When they went to the cemetery for the burial, Frankie stood next to Kay in the cold wind blowing over the hillside cemetery, clutching her hand. He felt as if his whole world had come to an end. Even after going through the calling hours and the funeral, he found it difficult to believe that his parents were in the two caskets sitting atop the open graves, and that he would never, ever see them again. If Kay hadn't been with him, he was sure he wouldn't have been able to get through the ordeal. After the funeral services were finally over, they went back to the house and were joined by a large group of Glen and Gloria's friends. Arrangements had been made for a caterer to provide food, and the people milled around, alternately crying and laughing, while they talked about what wonderful people Glen and Gloria had been. "What are you going to do when all this is over?" Stu Bobar asked Kay at one point during the afternoon. "What do you mean?" she replied. "Well, are you going to live up at the lake, or what?" he asked. "And what about Frankie?" "I'm going to live at the lake and take care of him," Kay replied. "Where else would I live?" "How are you going to do that?" Stu asked. "You going to have him live with you or what? You have your own place, remember?" "I'm not sure where Frankie wants to live," Kay replied. "We haven't really talked about it. But wherever that is, I plan to stay with him. He...he needs someone, Stu." "Yeah, I know he does," Stu replied. "But...well...you're not family or anything, that's a pretty big sacrifice. I mean..." "Stu, I promised Gloria I'd look after Frankie if something happened to her," Kay told him. "She was my best friend. I'm not going to break my promise." Stu shrugged. "All right," he said. "If there's anything I can do, call me, OK?" "All right, Stu, I will," Kay said. After a while, the people finally began to drift away and, eventually, Kay and Frankie were alone in the house once again. "How are you doing, Frankie?" she asked the young man, who was sitting on the sofa, looking extremely sad. "All right, I guess," he replied. "God, this place seems so empty with everyone gone, doesn't it?" "Yes, it does," Kay said. "Why don't we go to bed?" Frankie looked around. "We ought to pick up a little, the place is a mess," he said. Detritus from the food the caterer had served lay all over the house. "Don't worry about the mess," Kay said. "The caterer said he'd send some people to clean it up in the morning." "OK," Frankie replied. He stood up, took Kay's hand and they started for the stairs. When they reached Frankie's bedroom, Kay moved into his arms, kissed him, then she laid her head on his shoulder and let him hold her for a few seconds. After a while, she leaned back and looked up into his face. He had the most incredible eyes! She could see his love for her reflected in them, with such force it shook her a little. Frankie bent his head and covered her lips with his. Kay felt a conflagration of desire exploding in her when their lips met. Weakness swept over her. Her mind was whirling and her body was trembling violently by the time the kiss ended. "Wow!" Frankie said when the kiss was over. He was having trouble breathing. He'd kissed Kay what seemed like thousands of times before but, for some reason that kiss was more incredible than most of them had been! Kay was having problems breathing, too. Her chest felt as if someone had put a steel band around it. Her heart was pounding so hard she was afraid Frankie could hear it. She quivered when Frankie stroked her face gently with both of his hands. Then he began unbuttoning the buttons down the front the black coatdress she'd worn to the funeral and her legs went weak. When he had the dress unbuttoned, she lowered her arms to her sides and let him push the dress down and off. He made short work of her bra and panties, then onto her breasts his hands moved. He gently thumbed here erecting nipples until they were hard and tingling while overwhelming thrills rocked her. "Ohh!" she moaned. Frankie scooped her up in his arms and laid her on the bed and gently. He stripped his clothes off too, then he laid down next to her and began to caress her tenderly, bringing her to higher and higher levels of ecstasy and need. Kay soon lost the capacity for rational thought. All she felt was need! Powerful need! "Please! Oh, Frankie, please!" she murmured. "I need you! Please, darling, I need you!" "I know you do," Frankie replied. "And I'm going to give you what you want. Soon! God, you're so pretty!" "Ah!" Kay cried when his mouth covered her vagina. Her hips shot up off the bed and her hands raked the covers as his lips and tongue lashed into her, punished her clit, and drove her still wilder. "Gahhhh! I...I...Oh, God...I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Her back arched and her hips writhed as he sent her to the point of ultimate ecstasy and beyond. Even though Kay's orgasm ran it's course and her body began to calm, the young man's caresses continued. And, as he gently, tenderly continued to make love to her, she felt the fires of passion begin to flare again, and once more passion started to spread through her. It wasn't long before, once again, her whole body was tingling; every nerve was screaming for release. "N...need you!" she moaned, her body writhing, her arms reaching for him. "I...I need you, Frankie! Please, darling! Oh, please! Please!" At last he rolled on top of her and she felt his erection prodding the soft, smooth flesh of her belly. "Oh, darling, please don't make me wait! Please!" she begged, thrusting her hips up at him. "Take me, Frankie! Please! Take me!" "All right," Frankie said and reached between them. Kay almost screamed with joy when his erection began to enter her. She was so turned on, she couldn't wait. Her hips began thrusting and straining against him. "Coming! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she groaned. Frankie pressed his middle against Kay's while he held his upper body above her on outstretched arms while paroxysms of joy wracked her. When her spasms of delight began to wane, he began to thrust into her moving slowly and steadily. Kay locked her legs behind his and began matching his thrusts with urgent movements of her own. She was starting to wonder if their love-making was ever going to end. He seemed tireless, stroking gently into her, bringing her once more back to a quivering peak. And, much to her surprise, she rapidly charged toward release yet again. "Yes! Oh, God, Frankie! Yes! Yes! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she groaned when her third orgasm exploded through her. "Gahhhh!" Frankie cried then, keeping his hips pressed down against her while his hot juices exploded into Kay. Sated, they snuggled into each other's arms. Kay had never felt more wonderful in her life! She smiled at Frankie. "I love you, my darling," she said and kissed him tenderly. "I love you, too," Frankie replied. Holding each other, they finally fell asleep. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 30 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Chapter thirty Frankie and Kay had to remain in Jamestown for a week after the funeral because the Bobar family lawyer wanted to meet with them to review the will and go over other legal issues related to the death of the young man's parents. Kay was in the kitchen making breakfast when Frankie came downstairs the morning of their appointment with the lawyer. He was dressed in the same three-piece charcoal gray suit he'd worn to the funeral. Kay smiled when she saw him. The first time she'd seen him dressed up was at the funeral and at the time she thought he looked very mature and very handsome. Because of the circumstances, she didn't say anything then, but she did now. "My goodness, Frankie," she commented, "I didn't tell you the day of the funeral, but you look very handsome in that suit. You look like a prosperous young businessman." "Ah...thanks," Frankie replied, blushing. "You look pretty terrific, too." Kay was wearing a calf-length button-front dress with a navy and white vine print, with a ribbed spandex bodysuit under it. The dress fit her slender form loosely, but didn't hide her lovely figure. "Thank you, Frankie," she said. An hour later, they were sitting in the lawyer's office, listening to the man explain the terms of the will. Frankie, as the sole heir, would inherit his parent's entire estate. "I don't know if you are aware of it, Benjamin, but you are a relatively wealthy young man," the attorney told him. "The cumulative value of the estate-and these are just rough figures-totals well in excess of a million dollars. That's without taking into consideration your father's majority interest in his business. If you'd like to sell that interest, his partners are willing to purchase it. They've tendered what I feel is a very reasonable offer. In addition there are a number of real estate holdings in your both of your parents' names. And any settlement you receive from the company that insured the truck will be added to that figure as well. Believe me, you can count on a large settlement. I would estimate that, conservatively, the total value of the estate could very well wind up somewhere in the neighborhood of five million dollars by the time everything is taken care of. Of course, you will be issued a final financial report that will detail all of this to the last cent. Even after the inheritance taxes are paid, you'll have a substantial sum." Frankie was shocked by the amount of money the lawyer said he would have, but it didn't really matter. He would much rather have been being poor with living parents. "Even though you are legally an adult, the fact that Mrs. Tobin is willing to act as your advisor is, I think, a plus in this situation," the lawyer said. "I think having an adult helping you with your affairs will prove to be a help." The lawyer leaned back in his chair. "Benjamin, I called the bank and arranged for the bulk of the funds to be placed in a trust fund which will provide an allowance for you," he said. I also took the liberty of contacting the college you're attending to assure them that your tuition will be paid, so that's not a problem. Remember, your father and I were good friends. I'll be here should you need me. Just call me if you need anything." "I will," Frankie said. "Thanks for everything you've done already." The lawyer stood up and shook hands with both Kay and Frankie. "Feel free to contact me if either of you have any problems," he said. After they finished with the lawyer, Frankie and Kay got in the car, which they had already packed, and headed back to the mountains. They had talked about where they'd live and they both decided they would rather live at the lake. Coping with the aftermath of the tragedy that had befallen them seemed to be much harder in Jamestown and both of them felt that, given the changes that had taken place in their lives, they would make the lake their home from that point on. As they drove toward the lake, Kay put her hand on Frankie's thigh and began stroking it softly. "How are you doing?" she asked softly. "Now that...that the funeral is over and everything is settled." "Ah...OK, I guess," Frankie replied. "It still seems kind of unreal, you know? I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and find out it's all been a bad dream, but..." He shrugged. "It feels like that for me, too, darling," Kay said. "Do you think you're going to miss living in Jamestown?" Frankie shook his head. "Not really," he said. "You know, it's funny. I spent a lot more time at our house in Jamestown than I did at the lake, but the lake has always felt more like home to me." "It is a special place," Kay noted. "I think I understand why you feel that way." Frankie continue to drive and Kay continued to stroke his leg. He felt his body responding to her gentle caresses, looked over at her, and smiled gently. "You know, it's...ah...good this car has an automatic transmission," he said hoarsely. "Oh?" Kay asked, not quite sure what the young man was getting at. "Why is that, Frankie?" "Slide your hand up a little higher and you'll see why," the young man told her. Kay did, then blushed. "I...I see what you mean," she murmured. She continued her caresses. Frankie turned into the driveway of his parents cabin and shut the car off. He leaned over to kiss Kay, but she put her hand on his chest and stopped him. "Why don't we get the things we'll need and go up to my place?" she said. "Once we get settled we..." She smiled. "Ah, yeah, OK," Frankie said. He got out of the car, walked around to the other side, and opened the door for Kay. "I'm going to have to get used to having a gentleman around," she commented as she slid out of the car. "I like it, I think." "I like taking care of you," Frankie said. He kissed her on the cheek. "I plan to keep doing it for the rest of our lives." "That's really sweet, darling," Kay said. She took the young man's hand and they walked to the cabin. When they were inside the cabin, they stood in the kitchen of the cabin, looking around. "I think, maybe, I'll sell this place," Frankie said. "If I'm going to be living with you, I won't need it and, even though there are nice memories here, there are some bad ones, too. You think, maybe, Mr. and Mrs. Ervins would want to buy it?" "I don't know, Frankie," Kay replied. "From what Stu told me, it may be quite a while before Mike's well enough to even think about something like that. And I'm not sure what will happen when Sue finally gets out of the hospital." "Yeah, man, all this really freaked her out, didn't it?" Frankie said. Sue Ervins suffered a nervous collapse when she arrived at the Jamestown Trauma Center the day of the crash that killed Frankie's parents and injured her husband. She was still hospitalized in the hospital's psychiatric wing and, according to reports they'd gotten from Stu, she wasn't progressing very rapidly. "What happened to Mrs. Ervins was too bad," Frankie said. "Sometimes I feel kind of guilty about it, you know, because I got her together with Ronny and all." "Don't blame yourself for what Sue did, Frankie," Kay said. "She's an adult. She could have said no to Ronny. She's responsible for her behavior, and the consequences, not us." But she had to admit that she, too, felt a little responsible for what happened to Sue. Then the young man's arms encircled her and she forgot Sue. She could feel his warmth radiating through the material of her dress. Uttering a soft sigh, she pressed against him. When their lips met Kay felt as if she was melting. The young man's tongue lashed hers, caressing her lips and probing her mouth, and her legs grew wobbly. "Let's go to my room," Frankie said breathlessly after the kiss ended. "I...I don't think I can wait until we get to your place." "I don't think I can wait either, my darling," Kay murmured. Hand-in-hand, they walked down the hallway and into Frankie's bedroom. When they were in his bedroom, the young man pulled Kay into his arms again his lips covered hers. While their tongues dueled, he slid his hand between them and began unbuttoning her dress. He got the buttons open, then slid the dress down over her shoulders and his hands began moving over her nearly-bare body, bringing soft moans of joy and gasps from her. He tugged down the spandex bodysuit, freeing her breasts. Her nipples were already erect and he began toying with them, sending ripples of delight through her. While Frankie was taking her clothes off, Kay undid his belt, then the clasp at the waist of his pants, which dropped around his ankles. She slid her hand inside his underpants and wrapped it around his already-erect organ. God, she needed this! She sank to her knees in front of him and began kissing and licking the swollen, throbbing organ. Frankie, naked from the waist down, stood wobble-legged, explosions of rapture shaking him, while Kay, on her knees, teased his throbbing organ with her lips and tongue, then took him into her mouth. He groaned and, spontaneously, his hips began moving, sliding his swollen penis and out of her mouth. His hands tangled in her soft brown hair. "Ah!" he groaned. It felt so good!! "Oh, God, Kay!" Kay felt Frankie's hands tangling in her hair and the urgent movement of his erection in and out of her mouth and was exhilarated. Frankie knew he wouldn't be able to keep from coming if he allowed Kay to keep sucking him very long, and he didn't want to come in her mouth. Not right now, at least. He extracted his erection from her mouth, dropped to his knees, took her in his arms, and kissed her. "Kay, I...I want you," he told her when the kiss ended. "I have to have you!" He helped Kay up onto the bed. Trembling, Kay laid back and her legs fell apart, exposing her pantyhose covered crotch, which glistened with the fluids that had been welling from her ever since the young man first touched her in the kitchen. She felt Frankie's hands go to her waist. He tugged down her pantyhose, then he removed her bodysuit, too. Starbursts of rapture exploded in her mind when his mouth covered her vagina. He explored her expertly with his lips and tongue, driving her to the brink of explosion. "Oh, Frankie! Ah!" she cried, her hips bucking upward. Frankie, realizing how close to coming Kay was, climbed on the bed and slid his erection into her. "Oh!" Kay groaned when the young man's massive tube entered her. "Yes! Yes! Oh, yes! It...It feels so good! Oh, darling! Oh, Frankie!" Frankie tried to move slowly, to hold back, but he was so turned on, he had little control. After only a few strokes into Kay's quivering sleeve, he felt his juices boiling up inside him. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" he groaned, while his hip movements became more urgent. "Kay! I'm gonna come! Oh, God, Kay! I'm coming!" When she felt Frankie's hot eruption Kay felt herself spinning into a maelstrom of delirious sensations. "Yes! Oh, Frankie, yes!" she cried. "Ah! Frankie! Do it! I'm...I'm coming, too! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" When they finished and were lying on Frankie's bed, Kay glanced down and began to giggle. "What's so funny?" Frankie asked. "Look at you," Kay chuckled. Frankie looked down and realized he was still wearing his shirt, tie, vest, and suit jacket; but he was nude from the waist down, except for his shoes and socks. The clothing he still had on was badly wrinkled. "Oh..." he felt his face getting red, "I...I was pretty turned on and..." "I was turned on, too, my darling," Kay said and kissed, him. "Why don't we get the things we came for and get going?" "Yeah, let's," Frankie agreed. "I want to go home." He'd come to consider Kay's house that in the days since his parents' death. He climbed out of bed and shed what remained of his clothing, then he cleaned himself up in the bathroom and got dressed again. Kay cleaned herself up and got re-dressed while Frankie packed the things he'd need. Then they went downstairs to the kitchen. "I know I should probably sell this place," Frankie said, "but..." He turned and looked at Kay, his eyes red and wet. Kay took him in her arms and held him close. "It's OK, darling," she said, "you'll miss them for a long time. We can talk about this some other time. You don't need to make any decisions right now." Frankie smiled. "I...I guess not," he said. "I just wish being here didn't hurt so much, you know? I...I always loved this place, but now..." "I know, darling," Kay told him. Finally, they locked the cabin up and left. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 31 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Before they left the Bobar cabin, Frankie got some things out of the refrigerator and put them in a bag. While he did, he informed Kay he planned to make his special meatloaf for dinner that night. Kay was glad the young man was thinking about cooking. It meant he was starting to think about the future and was getting his mind off his loss, even if only for a short while. She was both saddened and gladdened by the things that had happened to them. As awful as what they'd both been through had been, they'd managed to weather the tragedy together so far and it seemed to have brought them even closer. She thought it was ironic that Stu had no idea what a favor he'd done her by telling her he wanted a divorce. "I'll get started on the meatloaf right away," Frankie said when they arrived at Kay's cabin. He took his bag of groceries and walked into the kitchen. "Why don't you have a seat and relax while I get supper together?" "If you keep this up, you'll spoil me, Frankie," Kay told him. The young man grinned. "I don't plan on cooking every night," he teased. "Just tonight. After this, it's up to you. I want to find out whether you can cook, too." "All right," Kay replied, and started for the living room. "Darn," Frankie said. Kay stopped and turned around. "What's the matter, Frankie?" she asked. "I'm sure I brought some breadcrumbs along," the young man replied. "I remember taking them out of the cupboard and putting them in the bag." "Maybe they fell out of the bag when you put it in the car," Kay said. "I'll go out to the garage and look." "I'll go," Frankie said. "You don't have to." Kay shook her head. "You work on the meatloaf," she said, starting for the door. "I'll get the breadcrumbs out of the car. If they're not there, I'll run out to the store at Mott's Landing and get a can." She opened the door, went out, walked across the driveway, and into the garage. The container of breadcrumbs was lying on the floor in the back of the car. As Kay suspected it must have fallen out when Frankie put the bag in the back seat. She bent down, picked it up, closed the car door, turned, and jumped. Ronny Amos, frowning, stood near the back of her car. A feral smiled formed on Ronny's face and his eyes traveled boldly up and down Kay's body, making her cringe. She didn't like the cold, feral look in the young man's eyes and felt a little frightened. "Hey, there, babe," the young man said. "How you doin'?" "What...what do you want here?" Kay replied. She was getting more and more frightened. She didn't like the young man and the look in his eyes scared her. Why had he come up here like this? "I figure you, or Frankie, ratted me out to that fuckin' cop, Greg," Ronny said. "You guys cost me one of the best pieces of ass I had in a long time, and I figure you owe me. I think, maybe, you oughta fill in, don't you?" Ever since the day of the fatal crash, Ronny had been stewing over what Greg had done to him. He was angry at Greg but he was afraid of the deputy sheriff and knew he had no chance of ever extracting his revenge on Greg. However his as his anger kept growing stronger and stronger, it turned into an almost white-hot fury. He decided Frankie and Mrs. Tobin were responsible for what he felt was an injustice, mainly because he thought Frankie was weaker than Greg, someone he could beat up. And he'd been angry about Kay's rebuff, too, so much of the anger he felt toward Frankie came to include her, too. When he saw them leave Frankie's cabin and go to the place the woman he thought of as "the frigid bitch" had purchased, he followed them and sat watching until he saw the woman come out of the cabin and go into the garage. He decided it was time to act, to get the revenge he'd been wanting for over a week. "What...what are you talking about?" Kay responded. "Mrs. Ervins' husband was hurt in a crash. The...the same crash that Frankie's parents were killed in. We...we told Sergeant Atkinson where Sue was so he could tell her what happened and get her to the hospital where her husband was." Ronny moved closer to Kay. She backed up, trying to keep away from him. Unfortunately, her attempt didn't work. Eventually, she backed up against a workbench that sat in front of the car. The young man kept coming toward her. "I know what you and Frankie have been up to," Ronny said, "and I figure since he's gettin' some from you, and you guys cost me Susie's pussy, I oughta get some from you, too." "You're out of your mind!" Kay replied. "You're insane! Get...get away from me!" She couldn't believe this! This young man was crazy! It finally struck her that he planned to rape her and do harm to Frankie, too! Why was this happening now, on top of all the other horrible things that had happened to them? "You're gonna find out you don't screw with me, bitch," Ronny said. He reached for Kay and grabbed her breasts through her dress. "You know, baby, you're better looking and got an even better bod than Susie. You're prime. If you think what Frankie's givin' you is good, you're gonna love what I got for you." With his free hand he grabbed his crotch and made an obscene gesture. The young man's tight grip on Kay's breast was painful, and fear of what she felt was inevitable swept through her. She looked around desperately, trying to figure out what to do, looking for some means of escape, but she saw none. Ronny grabbed her bottom with both hands and pulled her against him. Kay struggled, trying to break free, but the young man was too strong. He pushed her back against the workbench and held her there with his body while he ripped at her dress with his hands. He tore the top of the dress open, sending buttons rattling across the cement floor of the garage. "Oh, God!" Kay thought, tears rolling down her cheeks while the young man continued to claw at her clothing. "Why is this happening to me! Why now?" She closed her eyes and continued to struggle, to try and escape the young man whose hands were pawing and clawing at her. Then, suddenly, Ronny wasn't holding her any more and his body wasn't pressing against hers. Kay opened her eyes and saw Frankie standing there. His face was red and his eyes wilder than she'd ever seen them. She glanced around and saw that the young man who'd been trying to rape her was lying on the floor of the garage, some distance from her. "Get in the house and call the police, Kay," Frankie yelled. "Now! Hurry!" "Frankie, come with me," Kay said. "He...he's crazy, he...he'll hurt you!" "Yeah, Frankie," Ronny said, his voice almost a growl. He got to his feet and stood there wearing a menacing look on his face. "You better get out of here while you still got a chance. Because if you don't, I'm gonna take care of you, then I'll take care of her. Don't matter to me who gets it first. You're gonna get what's comin' to you, and so is she." "Kay, go call Greg!" Frankie said firmly. "I'll be OK." Kay slipped behind Frankie and, clutching her torn dress around her, dashed across the driveway, up the steps, and into the house. "If you go right now, Ronny, I'll let this drop. I'll tell Greg it was all a mistake," Frankie told the hulking young man who was now moving toward him. "If you don't..." "If I don't what the fuck are you gonna do, Frankie! I'm gonna make you wish you were never born," Ronny said. "Then I'm gonna go fuck your bitch." His face red with anger, he rushed at Frankie, his arms outspread. Frankie, moving with surprising speed, stepped aside and as the bigger boy rushed by him, he took Ronny's feet out from under him with a sweeping kick. Ronny landed on his belly on the concrete floor and slid against one wheel of the car face-first, breaking his nose. When his face slammed into the tire, Ronny experienced a flash of intense pain and felt something warm and wet, which he realized was blood, flowing from his nose. "You bastard!" he muttered, growing even more furious. He rolled around, got to his knees, then he climbed to his feet. Blood was streaming from his broken nose, down over his mouth and chin. "I'm gonna kill you, you fucking bastard!" He lurched toward Frankie again. He should have been more careful, but he was too enraged to think clearly. Frankie, again moving much faster than Ronny anticipated, stepped away from the car, spun completely around, and planted a powerful thrust kick in the onrushing thug's solar plexus. He heard the breath whoosh from the bigger boy and felt blood splattering him. Ronny wheezed, doubled over, and fell onto his back. "Stay down, Ronny," Frankie gasped. "I don't want to hurt you any more, but I will if I have to." His chest was heaving, and his heart was pounding. He'd learned the karate moves he used on Ronny in an unarmed combat course taught by the Jamestown Sheriff's Department. Frankie had been a police cadet with the department for four years. He'd honed his skills working out with his friend Greg Atkinson, one of the course instructors. "Stay down, Ronny, please!" Frankie repeated when he saw Ronny again struggling to get to his feet. "I don't want to hurt you any more." "You fucking bastard!" Ronny yelled. "I'll show you who's going to get hurt you bastard!" He reached to his belt, took a folding knife with a five-inch blade out of the scabbard there, and opened it. Holding the knife in his hand, he advanced toward Frankie, who backed up against the same workbench Kay had been trapped against earlier. Ronny kept advancing toward Frankie. "I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna cut you wide and deep, you fucker!" he growled. When he was closer, he stabbed wildly at Frankie with the knife. "You're gonna fuckin' die!" He was more careful this time. He wasn't sure how Frankie had avoided him before, but he wasn't going to let it happen again. Out of the corner of his eye, Frankie spotted an axe-handle lying on the workbench. He reached back, grabbed the piece of wood, and brought it down hard on Ronny's hand. The bigger boy screamed, the knife clattered to the garage floor, and Ronny grabbed his shattered wrist with his other hand. Immediately, Frankie changed his grip on the axe-handle and stabbed it into Ronny's solar plexus. Once more the air rushed from the bully and he doubled over, wheezing for breath, spraying blood everywhere. Frankie stepped forward, raising the axe-handle over his head as he did. When Ronny doubled over, Frankie brought the axe-handle down full-force on his antagonist's shoulders. Ronny grunted, fell to the floor, and lay there groaning with pain. Frankie looked around and saw some rope hanging on the wall over the workbench. He grabbed the rope off the wall, kicked Ronny onto his belly, and dropped on his knees atop him; forcing another groan from the bigger boy. Frankie pulled Ronny's hands behind his back and tied them as tightly as he could, ignoring the other boy's protests as he snugged the rope around his shattered wrist. Then he stood up and leaned back against the workbench, trembling and gasping for breath. His clothes were bloody where Ronny's forced exhalations had sprayed him with blood, and he was a little out of breath and shaken by what he'd done, but he wasn't hurt. When Ronny finally got his breath back, he groaned and began to struggle against the ropes. "I'm gonna kill you, you fucker!" he mumbled, but he couldn't get himself free. All his struggles did was cause him to cry out in pain from his damaged wrist. Just then, Frankie heard the sound of a roaring engine. Tires squealed as a car stopped outside the garage, then Greg, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt and holding a gun in his hand, burst through the door. He looked at Frankie, then down at Ronny, who was still struggling, and a smile formed on his lips. "Damn, Frankie!" he said. "Looks like you didn't need me. You OK?" "I...I'm fine," Frankie replied. "I'm a little messed up, but I'm not hurt." Greg shoved his gun into his belt while he looked down at Ronny and grinned. "Don't think we can say the same about this asshole, can we?" he commented. "Told you I'd lock you up before the summer was over, didn't I, Ronny?" "Fuck you!" Ronny replied. Behind Greg, Kay appeared in the doorway, her face white. "Frankie...is...is he all right?" she stammered. "Hi, Kay," Greg said. "Frankie's fine, but old Ronny, here, isn't doing so well." "Did...did you have to...?" Kay stammered, looking around, seeing Ronny lying on the floor trussed up. She looked up and saw Frankie, who was still leaning against the workbench. When she saw the blood on his clothes, she was frightened. "Frankie, are...are you all right?" she asked. "I'm fine, Kay," Frankie said. "I'm a little shook up, but I'm not hurt." "I'm off duty, so the state patrol's got an officer responding," Greg said. "The trooper should be here in a couple of minutes. I'll let them take Ronny to the lockup, and I'll get your statements from you." "Is...is it OK if Kay and I go in the house?" Frankie asked. "Sure," Greg said. "Come on, Kay," Frankie said. "Let's go get cleaned up." He put his arm around Kay and led her toward the garage door. A Week In The Mountains Ch. 32 Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains "Frankie, are you sure you're all right?" Kay asked as they walked toward the house. "You have a lot of blood on you." "That's Ronny's blood. I'm fine," he said. "How about you?" Kay took a deep breath and felt herself shudder. "I guess I'm still a little shaky," she said, "but I'll be all right now that I know you're all right. How did you do that? Get Ronny tied up, I mean. He's so strong, and..." "Remember, I told you I've been in the Sheriff's Department police cadet program for four years?" Frankie explained. Kay nodded and said, "Yes." "Well, I learned how to subdue prisoners in unarmed combat training at the academy," Frankie said. He shook his head and a look of amazement formed on his face. "I can't believe it...that stuff Greg taught us really does work." "Oh," Kay said. "I guess there are a lot of things about you I don't know, aren't there?" "Yeah, but we've got the rest of our lives for you to find out," Frankie said. When they got in the house, Frankie went upstairs, took a bath, and changed into clean clothes. Kay put on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt, replacing the dress Ronny had torn, which she decided to throw away. When they came back downstairs, Greg was sitting in the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee. He told them Ronny had been taken away by the state troopers. He helped them fill out statements about what had happened. "Looks good," Greg said when Frankie and Kay were finished with their statements. "I'd say we have Ronny solid for two counts of aggravated assault. We've got a pretty good case for attempted rape, assault with a deadly weapon, and probably a few other things, too." "Will...will he go to jail?" Kay asked. Greg nodded. "He'll probably be in for ten years, minimum, even if the Prosecuting Attorney plea bargains and drops some of the charges," he replied. "Will...will there be a trial?" Kay asked. "I doubt it," Greg said. "Ronny's dumb, but not that dumb. If this went to trial he'd get more time than he'd get if he took a plea bargain. Even a crappy lawyer will tell him that." "Good," Frankie said. "Just so he goes to jail." "You don't have to worry, he will," Greg said. "Well, I better get going. I'll go back down to my place, write this all up, and fax the arrest reports to the D.A.'s office." He grinned at Frankie. "You did a good job out there today, Frankie," he said. "Thanks, Greg," Frankie replied, blushing. "Are...are you really planning to be a police officer?" Kay asked Frankie after Greg left. "You said you were thinking about it." Frankie shrugged. "I don't know, I was thinking about it," he said. "I think it would be a great job. But I'm not going to decide for a while, maybe not until after I graduate from college." "I think you'll make a good police officer," Kay said. "I think I'm going to take a shower before we eat. I...I have to wash the feel of that animal off me." She stood up, went upstairs, took off her sweatsuit, and turned on the shower. Frankie finished the meatloaf and put it in the oven to cook, then he started up the stairs, heading for the bathroom. His relationship with Kay had begun with her taking a shower and he wanted to watch her, maybe even join her, this time. Playing in the shower with her could be fun. He hoped Kay wouldn't mind if he joined her. Frankie walked into the bathroom and saw the vague shape of Kay's nude body through the steamy glass shower enclosure. He stood there for a minute, watching her go through the motions of bathing. Finally, he shed his clothes, walked over, and opened the shower door. Kay turned, looked startled at first, but then she realized he was naked and smiled. "Are you going to take a shower with me?" she asked. Frankie thought she'd never looked lovelier. Droplets of water glistened like jewels on her pale skin. He nodded. "Do you mind if I come in, too?" he asked. "No, of course not," Kay replied. "I'd love it." She reached for the soap and when she did her breasts moved delightfully. When she straightened, Frankie took the washcloth from her. "Want me to do that?" he asked. Kay grinned and nodded. "I think that would be wonderful," she said. She glanced down and saw that his penis was growing stiff and delight began sweeping through her. Frankie lathered the cloth and began washing Kay. He began by paying careful attention to her breasts. Her nipples rapidly grew that way and were soon poking through the covering of white suds on her breasts like little fingers. "Do you like what I'm doing?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer. "I..." Kay clutched his arm, "I...Ah!...love it! Don't ever stop doing that! Ah! Uh! God! I've never had a shower like this!" Frankie covered her lips with his. Her mouth opened, her arms slid around him, and their tongues dueled while her wet body pressed against his, trapping his rigid penis against her soft belly. He slid the washcloth down her back and cupped her bottom. When the kiss ended, Kay took the washcloth from him. "You washed me, now it's my turn to do you," she said softly. She picked up the soap and got the cloth full of lather again, then her hands went to Frankie's rigid cock and she washed it thoroughly. Frankie enjoyed what Kay was doing to him tremendously. By the time she finished, his legs were shaking and he felt like he was going to come any second. "God, Kay, if...if you keep that up," he gasped, "I'm gonna have an accident." "I don't want that," Kay murmured. She continued to stroke his erect member with the suds-filled cloth. "Wasting that wonderful erection would be a shame." Frankie had an idea. "Why...why don't you turn around and bend over?" he suggested. "I...I think we...we can do something about...that." Kay, not sure what he was talking about, released him, turned, and bent over. Frankie positioned himself behind her, centered the tip of his erection on her opening, grasped her hips, and drove it into her. Kay was startled to feel the young man's erection sliding into her. She never imagined they could make love like this. "Yes! Oh, God, yes!" she hissed as his shaft probed deep into her. "I need you! Oh!" Fighting for control, Frankie kept sliding in and out of her snug opening. It felt wonderful! He leaned forward and grasped Kay's dancing breasts. She groaned and pressed back, trying to take him deeper into her. "I...I'm not going to be able to wait if...Oh! Now! Now! Now! Ah!" Her body stiffened and she shuddered when a powerful orgasm roared through her. The rhythmic quivering of Kay's opening around his embedded shaft was more than Frankie could take. Clutching her breasts, he pressed himself against her and exploded, moaning with joy. "Unnhhhhh!" he bawled, his body quivering. Torrents of his hot come jetted into her. It was a while after they finished before either of them could stand alone. When they at last were under control, Kay turned, moved against Frankie, put her arms around him, and laid her head on his chest. "You are incredible!" she murmured. "I...I can't get enough of you. And you come up with such wild places to make love! I can't believe it! I've never done anything like this before!" "I never did, either," he told her. "It just looked like we could, so I thought I'd try." "I'm glad you did," Kay said. She smiled. "You know, we ought to get out of the shower before we wrinkle," she giggled. "Yeah, I guess so," Frankie laughed. They got out of the shower and playfully toweled each other dry. Then, while Kay finished doing what she had to do, Frankie got dressed, went downstairs, and set the table. The meatloaf was done so, when Kay came downstairs, they sat down and ate. Kay commented on how good the meatloaf was, and her compliment made Frankie blush. When they were finished with their meal, they got up from the table, cleared it, and put the dishes in the dishwasher. When the cleanup was finished, Kay stretched. "I think I'm going to bed," she said, grinning at Frankie. "This has been a very exhausting day." She started for the stairs. Frankie, stood in the middle of the living room, watching her go and smiling. Halfway up the stairs, Kay stopped and turned. "Are you coming to bed, Frankie?" she asked. "Uh...yeah...of course!" Frankie replied. He started up the stairs and followed Kay into the master bedroom. Kay started to take her clothes off, and Frankie did, too, at the same time watching Kay as she stripped her clothes off. He loved watching her undress. "You know, Frankie," Kay said, moving toward the bed, "You're my hero. I guess I should do something really special for you tonight." "You always do special things for me," Frankie replied. He wrapped his arms around her and they fell onto the bed. Frankie landed on top of Kay and covered her lips with his. They lay on the bed necking for a while, then their hands began moving over warm flesh, and they started to arouse each other, to augment the need they both already felt. "Get on your knees!" Frankie rasped, tugging at Kay's bottom. She was stroking his hard shaft and it felt so good it was hard for him to talk. Kay did as Frankie told her. She felt the bed move as he got in position behind her, then she felt his hands taking hold of hips. He guided his swollen want into her soaking-wet opening, then he began to drive her with deep, slow strokes. "Frankie! Oh, darling!" Kay groaned. "Don't stop! God! Please don't stop!" "I wasn't planning to!" Frankie murmured. "I'm just getting started." He leaned over her and clamped his hands over her breasts. Using them as handles, he began lunging against her even harder. "Ah!" Kay cried. "Oh, Frankie! Frankie! Yes! Take me! Take me!" Her groans of delight brew louder while Frankie continued to lunge into her! Then Kay could stand no more. "Ah!" she cried. Frankie's thick shaft continued to plunge deep into her. It was more than she could take. Explosions of ecstasy began shaking her and she came. "Gahhhh!" Kay groaned, her hips rocking, as Frankie's feverishly plunging tool sent her on a roller-coaster ride of delight. "I'm coming! I'm coming! Frankie! Oh, Frankie! I'm coming!" The spasming of Kay's vagina along his embedded wand sent Frankie, too, into a cataclysmic eruption of joy. "Oh!!! Oh, Kay! Oh! Oh!" he groaned. His fingers dug into his lover's hips when he exploded, pouring endless spurts of his hot goo into her. "Oh, Frankie, that was so wonderful!" Kay cooed after they finished. She lay in the young man's arms, looking into his eyes. Frankie took a deep breath, and got a very serious look on his face. "You think, maybe, after your divorce is final, and after I'm finished with a couple more years of college, we could get married?" he asked. Kay was surprised and elated by the young man's question. "Oh, Frankie, I...I don't know," she replied. "I..." "I love you, Kay," Frankie said. "I want to marry you. You love me, don't you?" "Of course I do, Frankie!" Kay replied. "I...I don't think I ever realized how wonderful a relationship could be before this." "Well, then, why can't we get married?" he asked. "The difference in our ages, for one thing," Kay said. "I'm fifteen years older than you are." "So?" he responded. "You're not old." "I...I can't have children, remember?" Kay said. "What about that? Don't you want kids?" "If we want kids, we can adopt them, can't we?" Frankie replied. "Come on, Kay, I want to be married to you." "Oh, Frankie..." Kay responded. "I...I want to be married to you, too. I...I really do." "Great!" Frankie said. While they were talking, Frankie had begun idly toying with one of Kay's breasts. She felt the skin around her nipple pucker, and thrills rushing through her when he tenderly stroked the nipple with his finger as it emerged, from the flesh surrounding it. "Frankie, you know you're turning me on again, don't you?" she whispered. "I sure hope that's what I'm doing," Frankie said, grinning, "because touching you sure is turning me on." He rolled on top of her and captured her lips in a wild kiss that sent heat rushing through her. The kiss left her breathless. When it ended, Frankie began to kiss and caress his way over her body. With every touch, Kay felt her passion growing, filling her with the glorious congestion of need. She felt herself begin to tremble. "Oh, Frankie!" she murmured, "I never knew it was possible to want anyone as much as I want you!" Frankie responded by continuing his adoring exploration of her body. He finished kissing her neck and shoulders and began kissing her breasts. Kay was already quaking with need for him, and that need grew with everything he did to her. "Oh, darling!!!" she moaned, "You know exactly how to make me feel good!!" His warm lips moved down over her chest and crossed her belly, moving toward her groin. He began licking her pubic hair and her hips began to move sinuously. His caresses continued to move downward with maddening slowness. Eventually his tongue found her clit and lashed it, sending a furious rush of excitement through her. "Ah! Oh, yes, Frankie! Oh, Frankie! Frankie!" she shrilled. His tongue explored her vagina lovingly, licking her labia, probing between them, thrusting into her. He grabbed her and held on because the wild movement of her hips threatened to buck him off. He continued to lick, suck, and thrust his tongue into her. Kay was so overwhelmed by fantastic sensations she thought she'd faint. She didn't. She came instead. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" she cried, her back arched and her hands clawed desperately at the sheets, "Oh! Darling! Frankie! Yes! Frankie! Don't stop! Don't ever stop! I'm coming! Oh, Frankie, yes!" When, finally, Kay's excitement ebbed and she lay still, Frankie lay with his head resting on her smooth, flat belly. "That was lovely, my darling," Kay said, "but what about you?" "I figured you might have some ideas," Frankie replied, running his hands lightly up and down her legs. "Why don't you roll onto your back? Then I'll show you what kind of ideas I have," Kay told him. Frankie did roll onto his back and when he did, his erection jutted from his middle, pointing toward the ceiling. Kay began by kissing him soundly, and in doing so, she re-kindled the fires of desire in her own body. When their kiss ended, she kissed and licked his nipples and felt him shudder with delight. On down his body she went, caressing and kissing him as gently and tenderly as he'd caressed and kissed her just moments before, delighting in the way he was responding. His moans of ecstasy were music to her ears. Eventually, she grasped his erection and began stroking it. The young man responded with thrusts of his hips. It was clear he liked what she was doing to him, liked it very much. Finally, kneeling next to him, she bent and kissed the purple, swollen tip of his swollen wand. "Ah!" Frankie moaned. "Oh, God, Kay, does that ever feel good!" While Kay teased the slitted opening with her tongue Frankie began stroking her back and buttocks. Around the tip she licked, tasting the juices left there by their recent lovemaking. She loved the feel of his penis against her lips and tongue. "Kay, you're making me crazy!!" Frankie exclaimed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Kay encircled the head of Frankie's penis with her lips then, she lowered her head slowly, enjoying the way it felt to have his hot skin sliding between her lips. She reached between his legs and cupped his balls, the young man's body jerked and strained, and he moaned. Kay took as much of him as she could in her mouth, then she lifted her head, letting him slide out, until only the tip remained in her mouth, trapped between her lips. She lowered her head, again taking him into her oral cavity. What she was doing to Frankie was turning her on as much as it was arousing him. Her own juices of excitement were flowing down the insides of her legs! "You're gonna make me come if you keep doing that!" Frankie warned, his voice strained. Kay lifted her mouth from him and let her hand taking over temporarily. "Are you complaining?" she asked, and before he could answer, she returned to the delightful task of giving him pleasure. "Ah!" Frankie moaned, "Oh, God, Kay, you're driving me crazy!" At last, sensing that Frankie couldn't tolerate any more of her caresses without coming, Kay moved astride his hips, and felt his stiff organ rubbing against her vagina. She lowered herself, trapping his swollen wand between their bellies. Then she rocked her hips, rubbing her vagina against the shaft, teasing both of them. "My God, Kay! That's incredible! I feel like I'm gonna explode!" Frankie cried. "Do you want something, my darling?" Kay asked. "You! Oh, God, Kay, I want you! Please!" Frankie replied ardently. Ever so slowly, Kay lowered herself onto him, impaling herself on his thick pole. He filled her, stretched her, and gave her incredible pleasure. After what seemed like a beautiful eternity, she had him all the way in her. "Oh, Frankie, it feels so good to have you in me!" she cooed. "Yeah!" Frankie gasped. Slowly, she began rotating and raising and lowering her hips, feeling his huge tool moving inside her, touching all of her, driving her passion to levels she'd never have believed possible. And, judging from the urgent movements of the young man's hips, he was feeling the same way. Kay leaned forward, supporting herself on her out-stretched arms. Frankie cupped her breasts, then he began pulling at her nipples with his fingers. It was too much, Kay realized. She had to come! She couldn't stand not to! Faster and faster her hips moved, and soon... "Oh! Oh, Kay! Oh, Kay!" Frankie bellowed, "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come! Oh, darling, darling! I'm coming! Take it! Oh, Kay! Take all of it!" When torrents of hot cream gushed from Frankie, filling her, bathing her insides with his damp heat, Kay realized she couldn't wait any longer. "Ah! Yes! Darling! Yes!" she shrieked, her body going wild. "I'm coming, too! You're making me come! So good! So good! I love you! Oh, Frankie, I love you!" They rode out their passion, rocking, thrusting and counter-thrusting. Kay's body whipped and jolted on top of Frankie. It felt as if she was riding a bucking horse. Slowly, their lust abated and, with the exception of a few joyous after-shocks, their urgent movements slowed. Unable to support herself any more, Kay collapsed atop Frankie. She'd never been so satisfied. She felt his penis begin to soften, but didn't seem to be able to keep her eyes open. His softening penis slid from her, tickling her as it went. The last thing Kay remembered was feeling Frankie's arms slide around her, and his whispered, "I love you." Then, safe and snug in his arms, she slept soundly while the young man she intended to spend the rest of her life with held her against him.