0 comments/ 16983 views/ 0 favorites Bradley By: owenlystrup2020 All his life, Bradley Kenton had lived in Marickville, New York. He was born there in the summer of 1972, and had gone through his entire school years up until college there. He grew up in a suburban neighborhood with his mother, father, and younger sister. When he was ten, Bradley could remember his father and mother having a terrible argument. Screaming and insults had gone on for hours. Bradley was sitting in his room, on the floor, playing a game of Monopoly with his eight-year-old sister when he heard the door slam. His father left the house to a mysterious place where fathers go when they don't want to be near family. Later that evening, Bradley and his younger sister put them selves to bed, their mother stayed in her room crying the whole night. On the afternoon of the second day, Bradley came running home from playing with his best friend and saw his mother in the living room crying. She told Bradley it was because she had dropped her favorite teakettle and broke it, but Bradley felt there was more to it. "It's okay Mom, it's not your fault Dad left. He'll be home tomorrow, promise." Bradley smiled at his mother, and kissed her cheek softly. His mother returned the beautiful boyish smile with her own, and stroked his hair, telling him she hoped so. His mother hugged him tightly, almost hard enough to hurt him. She always gave Bradley long hugs; sometimes for an hour they would sit together and hug. His mother told Bradley it was because he always made her feel better. At the time it seemed like a small statement made by a boy that wished to make his mother feel better. On the fourth day after Bradley's father's disappearance, miraculously, Bradley returned to his home to find his mother and father sitting in the kitchen together, holding hands. He smiled and ran over to his father, wrapping his arms around the burley man and hugged him tightly. -- During college, Bradley had tough times covering his tuition fees, and was forced to work at a pneumatic farm equipment company. While there were large, important jobs to be handled around the warehouse, Bradley was the office janitor, and yard keeper. The majority of the business's sales were from other cities and states, so there were hardly any customers who entered the office. Bradley merely cleaned because the boss was kind and believed Bradley needed help with money. Along with cleaning the office, he had to clean weeds and prune bushes in the front and back of the business's large warehouse. Bradley didn't mind manual labor, and he never worked very hard there. He also worked nights at a cafe in Alfred. He bussed tables and did some light cooking, nothing he was very proud of. But, it got him some small tips, and more wages to save for school. The jobs paid enough for him to scrape through college and get his degree in English. All through his attendance at Alfred University, Bradley dated a girl named Carol. Carol Bergen had been the best thing that had happened to him since self-independence from his home. She was short, just over five feet, and had long dark brown hair. Her eyes were a soft brown that made Bradley melt every time she looked angrily at him for something wrong he had done. She had a soft giggle that would always make Bradley smile, and her kiss was always soft and warm, even in the freezing New York winter weather. Since his third year in college, until the last few months before he graduated, he thought he would marry Carol. He seemed perfect for him, and he thought he was perfect for her. Six weeks before he was to graduate and go back home, Carol dumped him. Her reasoning was she had found a new guy that was perfect for her, she told Bradley the guy just appeared out of nowhere, and they immediately fell in love. She had said it so matter-of-factly, and did not even want to discuss it. Two days later, Carol had left the university. Bradley had a hard time coping. For days he sat in his room sulked, had crying fits and his mind slipped into a constant state of depression. Every morning he woke up, it seemed like it worse than the day before, meaning every day was the worst day of his life. He missed almost over a week of every class, and barely even ate any food. Finally his roommate forced him to get up and go to class, literally and physically dragging him out of bed, harping that he would regret it for the rest of his life if he let Carol ruin him. The tail end of Bradley's college career was a disaster. He could never get Carol off his mind. Everything he saw and heard seemed to make sense, and add to his misery. Everyone he saw seemed to have a perfect match, except for him. His finals did not go over well; he studied hard, and tried to retain as much as he could, but loneliness slowly crept in eventually, and he was unable to concentrate. He even tried meditation and other spiritual practices, but in the end he still could not get the break up off of his mind. During his final exams he became a nervous wreck, he would shake and quiver while he read the test papers, and would jot down answers, knowing they were only educated guesses at best. When it was finally over, Bradley was unsure if he would even graduate. He had a last minute meeting with his counselor, and found that he had barely inched his way through, and would luckily receive a diploma with his name on it. -- After college ended, Bradley quit his two jobs, and returned home to his family for a few months. Ever since after the major fight happened when Bradley was ten, his parents were in love like teenagers. And when he returned home, he found it to be no different. They cared for each other almost as much as they cared for their two children. Bradley's sister had gone off to college herself, and was doing leaps and bounds better than Bradley had done. So Bradley had his parents to himself, which wasn't completely terrible, but also wasn't the greatest situation. He found part time work at his father's industry site, helping out in the office. This time he did the actual paperwork and made phone calls, instead of taking out the garbage and vacuuming floors. A more sophisticated employment for a young man with a bachelor's degree. -- On an early March day, Bradley was walking down 23rd toward home. He liked to walk home from work and people watch while he went through the center of town. Since he got off in the evening, and it was March in New York, he normally stopped to get a cup of coffee and a muffin at his favorite coffee shop called Maestro's. Bradley had no idea why the owner called it that, although the owner was Italian. He was a large, round-bellied man with balding gray hair. He always dressed in a pair of dark slacks, a white oxford shirt, with a white apron over it. Bradley always went there with a smile on his face, and greeted the owner happily, and asked how his wife was. The man was never tired of talking about her, especially to Bradley. Bradley, of course, was never tired of hearing about her. Bradley pulled his hands from the pockets of his slacks, and pushed open the glass door to Maestro's, the small "Open" sign bounced on the glass softly. Inside the small shop was warmly lit, casting a golden reflection onto the cold cement of the sidewalk out front. The shop was very slim, and very long. Like a studio apartment in San Francisco. It was decorated with old newspaper clippings from the early 1900's, most of them from the New York Times. When Bradley was in the coffee shop, he felt like it was 1920 again. The walls were brown, and the floor was dark brown as well. Immediately to the right of the entrance was a long bar, where the owner stood with a broad smile across his face. He was usually wiping the counter while he talked to one of his older friends who were constantly at the store. The bar had a long leather pad around the front edge so customers had something to lean his elbows on. In front of the bar, there were tall stools with leather seats, and polished wooden legs. Behind the bar, was the wall and counter where the coffee mugs sit, as well as the coffee machines, cappuccino machines, and every other form of anything coffee. Across the room, to the left of the entrance, there were a long row of assembled tables and chairs for customers to sit. Overhead hanging in the middle of the shop, were large ceiling fans for when New York's hot summers began to cook the entire state. The store always smelled of fresh coffee, the overwhelming scent of roasting beans. Bradley entered, and looked around, taking a deep breath as he always did. To his left, an older man was sitting at one of the tables reading a newspaper while he sipped his coffee as if it were alcohol. "Good evening Tony! How's business?" Bradley exclaimed, while walking up the counter. Tony was wiping the bar down with a cloth as usual, and looked up, smiling when he saw Bradley enter. "Bradley my boy! Business is excellent, couldn't be better. How's your family, son?" Tony walked turned to the counter behind the bar and began making the same order Bradley had every time he came. "They are wonderful Tony;" Bradley smiled, setting his hands on the counter as he sat on a stool. "My sister is off at college, and he is a scholar, getting all straight 'A's', I think." "Excellent, good for her. Good for her." Tony had a habit of repeating statements a lot. Just part of his nature. He had never met Bradley's family, but that wasn't the point. "How's your wife Tony? Still young and beautiful?" Bradley asked. "Ah! She's still gorgeous young Bradley." Tony turned back to the counter, setting Bradley's coffee and muffin onto the bar. A bright light in his eyes was showing that he had practically been waiting to talk about her with Tony. "She made the most beautiful little crochet last night. She's been working on it for months. She's also making a dress for my granddaughter's school dance next week." He smiled and laughed, feeling his balding hair. "She's always working on a bunch of little projects." Bradley smiled, and patted Tony on the shoulder, looking into his eyes. "You have a choice wife, Tony. I hope I can be as lucky as you when I get married." Bradley smiled at the man, picking up his muffin and coffee. "Oh nonsense." Tony replied. "With your young looks you should be having women lined up to date you. You'll find a wife before you know it." On his way out the door, Bradley pointed to the old man, smiling. "I hope you're right Tony. I hope you're right. I'll see you tomorrow." Bradley turned out the door, and took a sip of his coffee, walking down the sidewalk. He looked across the street, where an Italian restaurant filled half the block. People were outside eating and talking together, smiling and being happy. Bradley smiled, watching for a moment, and continued on his way. - - The next day Bradley would never forget. Bradley was on the subway heading toward the factory to begin his work day. He stood alone in the middle of the train car, his right hand clasping a hand hold. The train bumped and rocked along down the tracks, and Bradley's nose was pointed down at his morning news paper, reading the comics. He smiled to himself, lifting his head slightly as he thought about the Doonbury joke he read, when his eyes spotted an angel on the train. Due to her surprising beauty, Bradley's eyes were deceived, as he thought the woman had the wings of an angel. He blinked a few times slowly, looking over the woman's soft features. She was sitting a few benches down from where he was, reading a small book. The book was cradled in her small hands, her knit gloves holding the covers open. The girl had soft, shiny, short, black hair; her face was like porcelain. She had an over all softness to her that Bradley had never seen before. While the train rocked and clacked along the tracks, Bradley couldn't help but stare over at her, not wanting to miss a movement of her eyes. She did not notice him, she was concentrating on her book. Whoever she was, she had beautiful style, as well as stunning looks. She had on a black wool coat the reached down to her knees, with a gray shirt underneath, and black pants and boots to match. Bradley lowered the hand that held his paper, no longer interested with what was happening in Pakistan. He had to meet this girl. If he never found out her name, he would not be able to live with himself. When the train came to a stop, Bradley kept an eye on the girl, and saw she was getting off at 23rd and Richton. Bradley reached into his blazer pocket and fished out his cell phone, exiting off the train. He called his father's office and told him he would be running late this morning. His father lectured him about how much work needed finishing, Bradley hardly listened. He was following behind the girl he had seen on the train. When Bradley folded up his cell phone and slipped it back into his pocket, he saw the girl turn the corner onto 24th. Bradley noticed there was a rose salesman standing on the corner of Richton. He smiled happily and ran over to buy a rose quickly. Then he trotted to the other side of 24th, and headed off the girl he'd seen on the train. When he turned right to walk back toward 23rd, she was walking right toward him, but wasn't looking at him. She hadn't seen him, or noticed him on the train. Bradley straightened his wool coat, and walked toward her. In the icy March weather, Bradley's palms began to get sweaty, and his heart pounded so hard it sounded like an explosion every time it beat. Bradley sucked in a small breath, forcing his feet to keep moving. She looked even more beautiful when she walked. Like a supermodel walking down the runway of the rural streets of Marickville. Her silky black hair bounced slightly, and her eyes were hidden by a pair of dark purple sunglasses she was wearing. Her glove covered hands were held softly inside the front pockets of her black coat. When she was only a few steps away, Bradley forced himself to take a breath, counted quickly to three, and stepped right in front of her. "Good morning." Bradley started, the girl stopped and looked up at him. Her slender chin tilted up so she could see his eyes, and Bradley presented the rose before her. "I bought this for you." "For me?" She replied, she seemed nervous. As most any girl would be when a strange man approached her on a busy street. Bradley nodded and handed it to her slowly. "I saw you on the train, and...I...Uh" Bradley began to shake slightly. He swallowed and rubbed his fingertips against his palms, his thoughts screaming for him mouth to get a grip. "I just wanted to know your name." "It's Jennie." She smiled, and lifted the rose, smelling it slightly. "What's your name?" "Bradley. Bradley Kenton." He scratched his head slightly, and made himself stop, not wanting to show how nervous he was to simply be around her. He caught a soft scent of her hair, and his eyes blinked slowly as a reflex. "I thought you seemed like a very nice person, and I was wondering if you'd like to go to lunch sometime. Or dinner...coffee...anything." She smiled, looking at the rose, and then back at Bradley again. "That's so sweet of you. I'm sorry, but I have a boyfriend." She replied, giving him a downhearted look. Bradley nodded and looked down at the ground briefly. "Of course you do, but he's..." Bradley stopped himself. Bradley could have told her the boyfriend's name, where he was today, and how he was cheating on her with a woman he had met at his office. But he knew it would be daft to tell her how her own relationship would end. Bradley himself was unsure how he knew all these things, they just popped into his head when he looked into her eyes. "He's a lucky man. I doubt he understands what he has. Would it be okay if I just left you a number? So you could call me if things didn't work out?" Bradley reached into his coat, and pulled out his wallet. He held out a card for her, hoping she would take it. To his surprise, she took the card, and looked at it. "That would be okay." She said, and tucked the card into her pocket. "If things don't work out between us, I'll give you a call and maybe you can cheer me up." She smiled and told Bradley she was thankful for the rose, and went on her way. For a few moments, Bradley watched her walk down the sidewalk. He knew in three days she would walk into her boyfriends apartment and hear soft whimpering noises coming from the bedroom. Bradley closed his eyes and swallowed over the lump in his throat, seeing her broken heart through her eyes as she pushed the bedroom door open to see her boyfriend in bed with a much more beautiful woman. Blonde, slender hips, larger breasts; she was everything her boyfriend had always said he'd wanted Jennie to be. Bradley ran his fingers through his hair and let out a deep breath, making a puff of steam in the cold weather. He turned and made his way back to the train station. It would be another twenty-five minutes before the next train came, but Bradley didn't mind. - - On the third day after he had met Jennie, Bradley's head pounded all day. He had a headache worse than he had ever had before. Throughout his entire day of work Bradley tried to do things to keep his mind off his throbbing skull. First he tried thinking of Jennie, and what she had said to him when they had met, but he found whenever he brought her into his thoughts, his headache got worse. So he decided to just concentrate on his work, and try to ignore the pain as much as he could. Just before lunch, Bradley's father knocked on the door frame of Bradley's office softly and poked his head in. "Hi son, working hard?" His father asked, his eyes drifting over his son's office. Bradley looked up and forced a smile to his father, nodding slightly. "Yeah, just trying to get a few more orders all ready before lunch." Bradley touched his head, kneading the place that hurt the most slowly. His father noticed the pain in his eyes. "You okay? Have a headache?" he asked. Bradley nodded, looking down at his papers again. "I met a girl yesterday, and thinking about her has made my head hurt." Bradley's father laughed, leaning against the doorjamb. "Maybe you should stay away from her then." His father smiled, crossing his arms. His expression grew serious, and he looked over his son lovingly. "You used to get those headaches when you were little. I'm sure it will pass if you take something and have a nap. Maybe you should go home early today." Bradley nodded silently, thinking for a moment. "Maybe I should." He replied. His father left the office, after telling Bradley he was going to Tino's if he wanted to join. For a moment after his father was gone Bradley stared at the papers arranged all over his desk. He let out a long sigh, and began typing on his computer again. Slowly he worked the papers into a respectable pile, and decided to leave it for the next day. He got up from his desk, grabbed his coat and gloves, and shrugged them both on, walking out of his office. While he walked, Bradley watched the ground passing underneath his feet, thinking about things that were important to him. Phil Maher greeted him in the hallway, wearing his hard hat and boots. Phil worked in the loading dock, he and Bradley were friends during high school. Not close, dear friends, but they hung around together periodically. "Bradley, what's happening?" Phil smiled at him, looking at Bradley passed the brim of his hard hat. "Hey Phil," Bradley replied, "going home early. I have a nasty headache. You're not working to hard are ya?" Phil laughed sincerely, as if he seriously thought it funny that he would work hard. "Hell no man, working too hard is what makes you old," Phil replied. "I guess so. Hey, buy your wife some flowers tonight okay? She'll love it, I promise." Bradley said, walking backward toward the exit. Phil thought about it for a moment, and gave a slightly nod. Bradley Ch. 2 Chapter 2: In order to keep up with the story line, please read Ch. 1. It is simply titled "Bradley". This is the second chapter, Bradley's character is more defined, and his dilemma is further proliferated. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please vote, or e-mail me to tell me what you think...good or bad. I would love to hear from my readers. Look for Chapter 3 soon. After buying his dinner, Bradley continued down the street toward the coffee shop he regularly stopped at. When Bradley pushed open the glass door, the small "Open" sign bounced slightly on the glass, and Bradley received the inviting smell of roasting coffee beans. He took a deep breath, and his bright blue eyes lightened, looking around for Tony. As soon as Bradley stepped into the coffee shop, his headache returned, pain panging in his head as he crossed the floor over to the bar. Tony had his hands on the wide bar, and was looking at Bradley with concerned eyes. "Are you all right young man? You don't look well." He asked. Bradley gave a small nod, and set his bag of Mexican food onto the bar, taking a seat on a stool in front of Tony. "I'm all right," Bradley replied. "I just have a terrible headache today." Bradley touched his head, and looked up at Tony. "How's your wife, is she okay?" Tony smiled happily at Bradley, and nodded his head. "Couldn't be better Bradley." He got a twinkle in his clouded, old eyes, and leaned toward Bradley. Bradley tilted his head toward Tony, expecting to hear a great secret. He could smell Tony's aftershave, a very vintage, musk scent like his grandfather used to wear. Tony spoke to him softly, his warm breath whispering over Bradley's cheek. "Speaking of wives, you might want to check out the young lady across the way there." Tony nodded his head to indicate the person he was referring to, and gave a wink before turning around to make Bradley's usual order. When Bradley turned his head, his headache pounded again. It was Jennie, the girl he had met on the train. Bradley stopped himself for a moment and looked at her. She was sitting at a table across the small shop, leaning over a steaming cup of coffee. Her eyes were red and puffy, showing she had been crying for some time. Bradley tilted his head in sympathy, and slipped from his stool, walking over to her slowly. "Jennie?" He approached her slowly, speaking softly. Images flashed through Bradley's mind again, and his head pounded. He winced slightly, forcing himself to keep his eyes open. Jennie was standing at a doorway, peering through a small crack in the door. Moans and soft whimpers came from beyond the doorway. Her eyes showed how much her heart wished to fall through her stomach, and her pulse raced with emotions, she felt nauseous. She felt like her world was crumbling around her, and someone was holding her down so she couldn't move. Then Jennie was standing in a living room, screaming insults back at her boyfriend through a choked breath, her soft brown eyes streamed tears, and her hands trembled slightly. Bradley then saw Jennie's boyfriend yelling back, and gathering some things before slamming the door on his way out, away from where Jennie was. For a moment she stood there alone in the room, echoes of screams resonating through her head as she slowly slunk against the wall, sliding to the floor slowly to cry alone, in the silence. She looked up from he cup of coffee to see Bradley, and forced a smile across her lips. "Hi." She thought for a moment, trying to make herself say something more. Bradley sensed her desperation, and smiled at her. "You look like you're in a lost world of confusion." He touched her hand softly, and gave a sympathetic smile, his blue eyes fixing on hers. Jennie gave a nod, her soft, dark hair slipping over her shoulders, hanging around her cheeks. "I feel like it... My boyfriend l-left me today." Her lip started to quiver slightly, and she closed her eyes, putting all her effort into keeping herself from crying. Bradley squeezed her hand and tried to act as surprised as he could. "I'm sorry Jennie, I'm so sorry. When we talked the other day you seemed happy about it, like everything was go-" Bradley almost choked on his words, his mouth stood agape for a moment and a barrage of images flashed through his mind. Images of her boyfriend cheating on her, but with different girls. Dozens of women passed over Bradley's eyes, and he saw ties from all of them to Jennie's boyfriend. He swallowed hard and finished his sentence, his head throbbing. "Um, like everything was going well for you. What happened?" He asked. She looked at him, as if to ask if he was okay, but lowered her head a little and spoke softer. "I um...caught him cheating on me." She squeezed her eyes softly, a pang of fear and burn of torment rushed over her face, and she flushed. "And the worst part is I don't think it is the first time." Her voice was cracking, Bradley frowned, clenching his jaw. His eyebrows drew up toward the top of his forehead, and his held her hand in his softly. "I'm sorry Jennie. Don't be afraid to cry; I won't hate you for it." She gave a small smile, but a tear rolled down her cheek. She sniffled softly, and wiped her eyes, immediately replacing her hand inside Bradley's. Bradley looked down at this, and his eyes brightened slightly. He was glad she actually desired to have him touch her, especially after being so invaded. "I- I just," she stammered. Bradley squeezed her hand again and shook his head. "It's all right. Let's not talk about it, okay? What's happened, has happened. You'll feel better, I promise you." Bradley reached up, and touched her cheek softly. Jennie's cheek warmed, and she nuzzled her head toward his palm. She felt a warmth wash through her slowly, and she closed her eyes again, letting out a long sigh. "Soon enough you'll realize he wasn't worth it, and that you are much better off with someone else." Bradley smiled at her reaction, and blinked softly, his headache receding finally. Jennie took a deep breath, and color returned to her eyes, as if Bradley had filled her with a vibrance she had been stripped of. She opened her eyes slowly, and smiled at Bradley. "Thank you." She whispered, taking his hand from her cheek, and holding it in hers softly. Bradley was happy that he had his chance to be near Jennie, and learn everything about her, spend time with her. But at the same time, he felt bad for her because of how she had been hurt. He knew she would soon forget about her ex-boyfriend. They left the coffee shop together, and walked to Bradley's apartment, which was a few blocks away. While they were walking, Jennie brought up her ex-boyfriend to Bradley. She told him she needed to talk about it, and Bradley decided he should just listen. Even though he knew what she looked like, Bradley found out the girl that was with Jennie's boyfriend worked with her. She had seen Jennie's boyfriend come and see Jennie at work a few times. Jennie did not know how they came to be in bed together, but she suspected it was her boyfriend's fault more than it was her co-worker's. Surprisingly to Bradley, Jennie kept herself composed the entire time she talked about them, as if she had already become numb to the pain she got from the images of it in her memory, but Bradley knew she still hurt, and was only letting the pain go slowly. Bradley's apartment was apart of a very small complex. The apartment complex was only four apartments large. Of course all four of them were full. Bradley's father had found it for him before he offered Bradley his new job. It was large, but nothing to rave over. It had a small veranda that led to a balcony that over-looked the street below. On many summer evenings, Bradley would sit up on his balcony alone and watch the street. Jennie was impressed with his apartment and furniture. She told Bradley he had good taste. "Want to go out on the balcony?" Bradley asked, grabbing a blanket from his hall closet. Jennie gave a smile. "That would be nice." She took his hand and walked through the veranda, and up onto the balcony, gasping slightly. "It's so beautiful up here." "I come up here a lot at night and watch the street. Not much happens. But it's nice to be in the open, especially in the summer." Jennie sat on the bench that was next to the railing, and Bradley sat next to her, pulling the blanket over them. "Tell me about yourself Jennie." Bradley turned his head, looking at her. His soft blue eyes washing over her face. Jennie turned her head and smiled at him, her blue eyes looking his over, noticing his black hair blow in the breeze. She stared at him for a moment, but then turned her head and looked back at out to the street and told him whatever he wanted to know. Jennie grew up in Nebraska, she had two sisters, and her mother had died when she was seven. Her father did the best he possibly could, and Jennie helped him by being the best she could. Her sisters were a different story. One of them became a porno star and moved to California, and the other has already done prison time, and disappeared a few years before Jennie went to New York for college. During college Jennie was apart of the Key club, and also apart of the current event club. Jennie majored in nursing, and works at St. James Hospital in internal medicine. She interned at St. James a year before she graduated. She has been with her boyfriend, now her ex-boyfriend, for two and a half years. She used to have a cat, until she met her boyfriend and had to get rid of it because he was allergic. They met in college, and decided to get an apartment together. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, but Jennie had her doubts to how long it would last. Bradley pulled her across the bench against him, and let her rest against his chest. He yawned and listened to the whirr of the air conditioners atop the neighboring buildings, and watched the sky. Jennie looked up at him and smirked, looking over his face. "So tell me some about you now." She said. After thinking for a moment, Bradley began telling her about how he grew up. -- Three weeks later, on an early Saturday morning in the beginning weeks of April, Bradley awoke on his bed with his arm draped over Jennie's soft shoulders. He took in a deep breath, turned to his back and stared at his ceiling for a moment, then turned his eyes to his left out his apartment window. The sun was bright, and was cascading a trickling stream of light through the window, across the floor, and up the side of Bradley's bed. He lowered his eyes to Jennie, and laughed softly, seeing she was looking right back at him. "How long have you been watching me?" He asked, smiling back at her bright eyes. She kissed his chest, and looked back up at him. "All morning. It's nice to watch you sleep. You look like a baby." She rubbed her fingertips on his chest while she looked his face over. "I think everyone does when they sleep." He replied. He leaned his head down to kiss hers, then looked over at the alarm clock. The red digits on the clock read 8:27. There were less than four hours until their flight. He rubbed her back softly. "We need to start getting ready, baby. Our plane leaves in about three and a half-hours." Jennie just nodded, and slowly pulled her naked body from his sheets, making her way to the bathroom. "You get our things packed," she said, "and I'll make breakfast after my shower." Jennie closed the door softly, and started the water for her shower. "Deal." Bradley said over the water. He lay in bed for another twenty minutes, listening to the water run in the bathroom while he watched his window. Everything seemed so much more beautiful now compared to before he met Jennie. Everything seemed to make sense, to fit in life's own serene way. He could see a spring butterfly on the potted flowers that were perched on his window seal, he noticed smaller things of beauty, no longer needing to be slapped in the face by it. When Jennie got out of the bathroom, the bags were completely packed, and Bradley had eggs and bacon cooking on the stove. "Baby, I just packed your spring stuff. I put your skirts and shorts in the smaller bag, and t-shirts and all your nice clothes in the big bag. You still have to pack all your bathroom stuff, and pick out what you want to wear on the plane." She made her way to the kitchen, and replied by slipping her slender hands over his shoulders, kissing the back of his neck. "You're amazing," she said. He smiled to himself, stirring the bacon on the stove. Jennie made her way back to the bedroom to pack the rest of her things, and Bradley finished cooking breakfast. After they had eaten, Bradley called for a cab outside. Jennie rushed around, trying to make sure she had everything she would need, while Bradley carried their bags down to the street. The short, portly cab driver packed them into the trunk, and Bradley ran back upstairs to help Jennie. They arrived at airport at 11:20, and went through a hectic security check. Bradley had to walk through the metal detector three times, and his bathroom bag was searched. The security clerk reported she would need to take his nail clippers. "Thank God. Thank God for that, I would hate to have to clip someone to death on the plane." He said. Jennie smacked his arm. After they checked in, Jennie and Bradley sat in the terminal waiting area, staring out the large paned windows at the runways. Jennie held his hand softly, nuzzling her head against his shoulder. Bradley stared tiredly, his soft blue eyes watching the scurrying people on the plane loading area. "What do you think California will be like?" She asked him. Bradley blinked and looked down at her, stroking her hand with his thumb. "I don't know. Probably like New York, except it's sunnier, and hotter. I think you'll like it." He said. "I know I will babe." She kissed his arm. The intercom sounded, and their plane was called. They gathered themselves, and their baggage up, walking down the large terminal toward their passenger loading area. On the plane, Jennie sat next to the window. She had a small bag with her. In it were books to read, cosmetics, lotion, everything any person would ever need to make a comfortable flight anywhere. In half an hour, Bradley was asleep. He propped his pillow against Jennie's arm, and slept soundly, his arm hugging around her waist. When they arrived in California, they were shuttled from the airport to their hotel room called "The Inn at Newport Beach". It overlooked the ocean, sharing a property with the very beach. It was a large hotel with fourteen floors. Bradley carried their bags up to room 819, and Jennie opened the door for him. She giggled and ran inside, looking around. It was a basic hotel room, one bed, large TV, a desk, and a small balcony that had a wide view of the ocean. Jennie jumped on the bed giggling again, and spread her arms out letting out a long sigh. "Vacation." She smiled, closing her eyes. "Should we do it right now, or just wait until tonight?" Her eyes popped open and she grinned at Bradley. Bradley just laughed and shook his head, setting the bags down next to the closet. He walked over to the bed, leaning down and kissing her lips softly. "Six days on the beach. I'm going to cherish every moment here." He said. She grinned up at him, touching his lips softly, and pulled on his neck, laying him down on top of her. -- When Jennie awoke in the morning, the comforter was off the bed on the floor, and the bed sheets were wrapped and tangled. She took a deep breath, sliding her hand over to Bradley's side of the bed. He head shot up when she didn't feel him there, and relaxed when she noticed him sitting out on the balcony. He was sitting on the ground, his knees pressed to his chest, his arms wrapped around his knees. Jennie got up slowly, wrapping a sheet over her naked body. She made her way to the sliding door and opened it, looking down at Bradley. "Morning. How long have you been awake baby?" She asked. Bradley gave a shrug. "Since just after sunrise. I just came out to watch the ocean." Jennie sat next to him, wrapping her sheet around him as well. She smiled and leaned over to him, kissing his cheek softly. "I love the ocean. I love the beach. I love it here." He continued. "I think I am going to move here." Jennie gave a small laugh. "Is that so? When is this going to take place?" She asked. Bradley brought a hand up, rubbing the scruff on his cheek. "Soon. As soon as I can." He sniffed slightly, turning his head to look at her. She was still smiling humorously, but stopped when she saw he was serious. "You're serious. Why all of the sudden?" She asked. Bradley just nodded. Jennie rubbed his arm, stroking it gently. She laid her head on his shoulder, watching the beach with him. "It's so much different here than in New York. I mean, I like New York too...I grew up there. But I love this place. I love everything about it. The smell of the beach. The way people dress, they wear sandals and board shorts all the time. The sea food is great-" "You can get great sea food in New York." Jennie interjected. "I know." Bradley replied. "I just love it here Jen. I think this is where I want to live my life." He looked at her, and then back to the ocean. "Well," she said, "just don't make any rash decisions, okay?" She looked at concernedly at him. He just nodded again, and let his eyes fix on the ocean. -- Jennie arched her back slightly, pressing her fingernails into the flesh of Bradley's back. She moaned out loud, crying out Bradley's name. His face was between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs. She was sitting against the headboard of the bed in their hotel room, her legs spread wide for him. Jennie brought a hand up from Bradley's head, touching her lips as she began to tremble, an orgasm taking her whole body over. She screamed out slightly, yelping with pleasure as Bradley's tongue continued to work on her. When she had come down, Bradley took her by her hips, and slid her on top of him so she was straddling his hips. Jennie purred as she took him in her hand, and led him into her slowly, sinking down onto his hips with a soft grunt. She slowly began to work her hips on him, her hands rubbing and groping at his well rounded chest. Bradley helped her along with a hand on her right hip, his other hand preoccupied with rubbing her soft milky breast. Jennie slowly worked herself into a frenzy, and began bouncing up and down on Bradley, slamming her hips down onto his roughly. Bradley reached both hands to her breasts, and held them in his palms while she went crazy on top of him. Then Bradley cradled his arms around her, rolling her underneath him. They lay slightly diagonally on the bed, and Jennie's head hung off of the side. She arched her neck up, watching him while he threw his hips into her. She moaned and grunted deeply along with him. Bradley planted his hand on the edge of the bed, thrusting his hips into her fervently, growing more urgent. Jennie also grew more urgent with her moans as a second orgasm began to take her. Bradley lowered his head into Jennie's neck, biting her skin softly as he began to come with her, his hands shaking as he gripped the bed tightly. She reached a hand up and slid her fingers into his hair, tugging on it lightly, and her legs wrapped around his hips as he continued to thrust into her. For a long moment they laid together, Bradley still on top of her. Jennie's arms slipped around Bradley's neck, and she kissed his neck softly. Bradley panted, nuzzling his nose into her neck. "I love you, Jennie." He said in a whisper, his soft breath brushing over her ear. She smiled happily, hugging him tightly, but found she could not say it back to him; at least not yet. -- Reluctantly, Bradley got back on the plane with Jennie to fly back to New York. When they arrived, and had unpacked, Bradley left Jennie at their apartment to visit his parents. He walked the fourteen blocks to their house so he could think about everything that had gone on. He had an amazing trip with Jennie, they saw all Newport Breach had to offer, and had made love a dozen times or more. He even told her he loved her, which he did. Bradley believed he loved her with all his heart. She meant everything to him now. He thought about marriage, and even about children with her, but decided to leave that alone for the time being, and to just work on the love thing. Without seeing it coming, his girlfriend from college slipped into his thoughts, and Jennie was lost. Bradley began to remember how much he loved Carol, and how much she meant to him. Then she left with the man she had met while Bradley and her were dating. She had told him that the man she meant was perfect for her, and she could not describe how it felt. Bradley could never describe how he felt either. He hurt for what felt like an eternity in his spiritual cell. He let his thoughts move back to Jennie, deciding to leave Carol behind, although he hoped what had happened with her, never happens with Jennie. Bradley Ch. 2 Bradley knocked on his parents's front door, and opened the door directly after. He could just have walked in, but Bradley was always polite, even to his parents. "Hello?" He called, making his way through the living room. His mother answered, the joy of hearing her boy's voice in her own voice. "Bradley! I'm in the kitchen. How was your trip, darling?" She walked to meet him at the kitchen doorway, wiping her hands on a towel. "Hi, Mom. You look beautiful." He stepped over to her, kissing her cheek softly. "Our trip was great. I love the Pacific. I couldn't get enough of the beach." He smiled, touching her cheek lovingly. His mother smiled back to him. "Good, sweetheart. I'm glad you had fun. You look like you got a bit of a tan." She smirked, and walked back to the stove to check on what she was cooking. "Where's Dad?" Bradley asked. "He's in the backyard, working on that damned car. He'll never get that old thing running, you know?" Bradley laughed at her, walking to through the kitchen to the back door. "He will Mom, don't worry. It just takes time, that's all." He opened the screen door, stepping down the steps onto the grass of the backyard. The yard was fairly large, fenced off with ancient fence boards made of cheap wood. The old, white clothesline was still up in the back corner. Bradley smiled when he saw his old tire swing hanging from the lowest branch of the large tree that shaded the backyard. "Dad?" Bradley called. "Bradley! I'm in the garage son, come over here and see this new steel blade fan I'm putting in." Bradley walked over to the car port that was in their backyard, and saw the hood up on the 1967 Shelby Mustang. Originally, his father bought the Mustang for Bradley when just before he graduated high school. It was a heap, and Bradley's father was working to get it restored before Bradley moved to college, but it had never gotten done. When his father finally realized it was not going to be done in time, he bought Bradley a new car, and decided to work on the Mustang himself. "How's she look, huh?" Bradley's dad stood up from under the hood, smiling at his son. "I got the new radiator in, all the electrical work is done. This baby will be screaming before you know it." He laughed, looking the engine bay over. "It looks great Dad. It's really coming along." Bradley slid his hand along the roof of the car, looking inside briefly. "Oh...how was your trip son? God it's good to see you." Bradley smiled and walked over, giving his father a one-arm hug. "It was great Dad. It's actually why I wanted to come over and talk to you." He said, sitting on a stool they had in front of the work bench. "Okay. Well, you talk, and I'll keep working to get this fan on. What's on your mind?" Bradley's father bent his head under the hood again, wrenching a socket wrench on the chrome plated cooling fan he had just installed. "Well, it's about me, and Jennie, and a decision I'm thinking about." Bradley started. "Okay, what about them?" His father answered. "Well, when we were on our trip, I told Jennie I loved her." Bradley said, looking at his father's back. "You did, huh? Is that how you feel?" He asked. Bradley nodded, even though his father could not see. "I'm pretty sure it is, Pop. I really like this girl a lot, she means the world to me." Bradley said. "I see. Well, she's a nice girl son. I just want you to make sure you know what you're doing. I think if she's the right girl for you, you should definitely work on it." His father lifted his head out from under the hood and smiled at Bradley, holding his hand out. "Hand me that 1/2 inch, son." Bradley grabbed it from the tool box, and leaned forward, setting it into his father's hand. "I know what I'm doing, dad. I'm sure she could be the one. I just haven't talked to her about it yet." He said. "That's something you should definitely do." His father said, going back under the hood again. "Now what about this other decision, you want to marry her you think?" Bradley's father asked. "Oh, maybe someday. But that's not the decision I was thinking of. It was just something I decided I might want to do when I was in Newport Beach. I uh, think I might start looking for work in California." He said. "You liked it that much, huh?" Bradley's father laughed, wrenching with the socket wrench again. "I do, Pop. I really do. I've never seen any place like that before. I mean, I love it here too, but I think I would really like a change of scenery for a while." "Moving won't make a complete change on you, son. You'll still be you." His father said. "I know, Dad. I'm not worried about changing myself. I just need to see what else is in the world." Bradley replied. "Well, it's a big move, son. But if that's what you want..." his father said. Bradley gave a nod, feeling better that his father accepted his decision. But then, Bradley could not recall a decision Bradley ever made that his father rejected. Bradley's father was always behind him for support, and it made making decisions easier on him. Now all he had to do, was team up with his father to convince his mother. Bradley Franklin Morrison IV My name is Bradley Franklin Morrison IV. I have lived a privileged life, as did my father. We are both beneficiaries of an enormous wealth created by my Grandfather Bradley Franklin Morrison II. My Grandfather achieved his wealth in the lumber industry and a very lucky discovery of uranium on land he had acquired for the timber. The uranium was discovered almost by accident, and it made a rich man a very rich man. Both my grandfather and my father were womanizers, and my father added a new twist that would become my life's biggest pursuit, i.e. fucking as many married women as possible. My first experience with my father fucking married women was an accident. I came home from college and found a party going on. When I entered my room, I could hear a woman moaning and a man groaning. I flipped on the light switch only to find my father furiously pounding a familiar looking woman. "Come to watch Beatrice?" My father said. Laughingly, I said, "No dad, it is me Brad." "Oh I thought it was your mom. Welcome home son," He said. "Enjoy the show and when I'm done, perhaps you will want to fuck Mrs. Wilberforce. She is quite a nice fuck and she loves young hard cock, and can never get enough," He said. I sat down to enjoy the show and was quite impressed with my father's staying power. He continued to furiously pound away as they both moaned and groaned. I new Mrs. Wilberforce was getting a good fucking because like all the Morrison men my father was very well endowed. As I watched, I could only think about when I had fucked Mrs. Wilberforce's older widowed sister last Christmas. It was the first time I had fucked an elderly woman and I vowed it would not be the last time. I was rubbing my hardening cock thru my pants, as it grew to full mast almost 9" of thick cut cock. My father reared up and lunged forward in a final thrust as he emptied his balls, filling Mrs. Wilberforce's cunt with a copious amount of hot thick cum. She shuddered and went limp and I think she passed out for a brief time. "She is all yours Brad. Enjoy yourself I have to get back to the party. My guests will be missing me," He said. Before my father was dressed I had removed my pants and plunged my cock deep in Mrs. Wilberforce's hot wet and cum filled pussy. I had a naughty thought. Since my father had filled her pussy with his cum, perhaps I should fill her ass with cum. Removing my cock from her pussy, I lifted her up and put a pillow under her ass. My cock was well lubed with my father's cum, so when I slowly started inserting my cock in her ass, it went in easily. She moaned and said, "Fuck me young Bradley. I love it in my ass." And fuck her ass I did. I pounded her harder than I had ever pounded anyone young or old. I fully expected her to ask she to let up some, but she only urged me on. After depositing a three-day load in her ass, I got up leaving the old bitch moaning on the bed and retreated to the shower. I am now a college graduate, married and a Junior Executive in Morrison & son, Inc. My father decided I was just the right guy to represent the firm in meetings with numerous clients, which had me on the road traveling extensively. At first I did not realize that my father just wanted me away so he could have a go at my young bride. My wife Jennifer had I fucked and partied our way thru college. We had engaged in numerous swaps with friends and many orgies. Jennifer was very popular with the other guys, as she was gorgeous with awesome tits and ass. It did not hurt that she was an accomplished cocksucker, had a tight bald pussy, and enjoyed anal. No sooner did I begin to travel, that my father began fucking Jennifer. She soon became one of his favorites and he shared her with some very important clients, just as he had done with my mother. Oh did I mention that he was a womanizer? I took advantage of being on the road to carry on the Morrison Family tradition by becoming a womanizer. I would seek out women to fuck at every opportunity, and as instructed by my dad, fucked as many older mature client wives as I could. I was surprised at how good of a fuck some of the older women were. I particularly enjoyed fucking a certain Mrs. Johnston, whose hubby was no longer able to perform. When she found out I could cum 2 to 3 times in a fuck session, she would want all my loads. The first load she would suck out of me and how that old woman could suck. The second load she would take deep in her hot wet cunt, and if there was a third load, she wanted it deposited in he bowels. This lady was 76 years old and was still a terrific fuck, which I directed my attention to. After a returning home from a trip and arriving at my home, I heard moaning and groaning coming from the den. I peeked in only to see Jennifer being thoroughly fucked by my father. I watched for a few minutes, and then slowly retreated to the master bedroom. I fell across the bed and almost immediately went to sleep. During my sleep, I dreamed of fucking Mrs. Johnston and my father fucking Jennifer. A very fitful sleep it was. I awoke the next morning to find Jennifer in bed with me lightly snoring with a kind of smile on her face. After a shower I found Jennifer sitting up in bed. "I assume when you got home last night you found your father fucking me, "She said." "As a matter of act I did. How long has he been fucking you?" "He hit on me the first night after you brought me here from college. I didn't let him fuck me at first, but by the third day he gave me a very good fucking and he has been fucking me ever since. Because you had shared me many times, I assumed it was alright, and I'm very aware your father has you fucking client wives," She said. "I see," I said. "And while we are in the confessing stage, I guess I should tell you that your father had me and your mom perform for Mr. Smithers, a new client. Seems Mr. Smithers gets off watching women getting it on. I now know where you get your oral skills. Your father is very good, but your mom is simply awesome, and your mom is teaching me her techniques for pleasing women," She said. "Well you have been very busy and fitting into our family lifestyle quite nicely. Now I have to ask you, do you know my mom is actually my step mom and my aunt? My mother died shortly after I was born, and my dad married her sister. And did my stepmom tell you she took my virginity?" I asked. "No she did not mention she was your stepmom, that is very interesting, but I always heard that a family that plays together stays together," She said." "There is some truth to that," I said. The next day over lunch with my father and stepmom, my father surprised me by telling me he wanted me to take Jennifer on my next business trip. Seems like a very important older client has desires to fuck a young beautiful woman and his wife wants a handsome young well endowed stud to fuck her. The potential for a very big business deal was in the offering, and Jennifer and I would go a long way in sealing that deal. My father told me he had already discussed the deal with Jennifer, and she had agreed to participate. Nothing new in the business world, as cock and pussy continues to seal deals. Bradley "I think I might do that, she loves fire and ice roses." He smiled, looking at the ground slightly, images of his wife running into his mind for the first time all day. "There it is. Have a good one Phil." Bradley gave a slight wave, and opened the exit door. "Thanks Brad, I'll see you around." Phil turned and continued walking down the hallway toward the break room. - - Bradley got off the subway a block away from his home, on his way he was planning on stopping at a Mexican restaurant he went to frequently when he felt his head begin to pound until he was seeing spots. He slowly kept walking, putting one foot in front of the other, the closer he got to the restaurant, the more his head beat, as if his brain was throbbing, making all his nerves fire electricity through all his feelings. A few feet from the restaurant, he saw a couple standing close to the front door. It was a man and a woman, arguing furiously with each other. The woman was brunette, Hispanic, normally she had soft eyes, but at the moment they shot lightning at the man she saw in front of her. The man was also Hispanic, like the woman he was in his mid thirties, dark hair, a few inches taller than Bradley. Back and forth they yelled at each other, topics spewing out ranging from money, to late night habitual partying, weekend drinking, unemployment. The woman was angry that the man never had any money, and the man was angry that the woman always went out late to party with her friends. As he got closer, Bradley's head felt like a small explosion every time his heart beat. He wanted to just slip by the couple, buy his food and go home, but something kept pulling him toward the couple. He put a hand on the man's shoulder gently, and when he spoke he was nearly out of breath. "Please...Don't fight. Please." Bradley looked up at the man, his blue eyes pleading with him to calm down. The man just looked down at Bradley, on the verge of hitting him to take out some of his anger. Bradley took the woman's hand gently and put in on the man's right hand. She looked at Bradley, her mouth slightly agape, but drifted her green eyes up toward her boyfriend's, and held his hand slightly. The man looked at the woman for a moment, and his anger began to recede slowly. "You two met when you were twelve, you've loved each other since you were in high school. Money should never get in your way." Bradley looked back and forth between them, his eyebrows drawn up toward the middle of his forehead, his eyes hurt. His head slowly began to feel better, like a freight train slowly rolling out of the station. The woman shot a glance at Bradley, and her eyes widened with bewilderment. "How did-" She started. "Please, just don't argue. Go home and talk things over." Bradley let their hands go, his head immediately felt better. Images of the couple laughing and smiling to themselves began to run through his mind. He walked backward away from the two, and slipped inside the restaurant, rubbing his head softly, the pain almost completely gone. The couple stood on the sidewalk, staring for a moment after Bradley. They were both tempted to go inside and ask Bradley how he had known all those things, but the man pulled at the woman's soft hand and smiled. "Let's go home, okay?" The woman nodded and smiled back at him, walking with him slowly down the sidewalk. Bradley's Virgin With first one foot on the plush bath mat and then the other I stepped out of the shower. I bent over to wrap a towel around my long dark brown hair, twisting it into a knot on the top of my head as I stood back up. I enjoyed the tingle of the cool air on my skin as I went through my usual routine, washing my face, rubbing raspberry-scented lotion into the tanned skin of my entire body. As I balanced on one leg to rub the lotion into the sole of my foot I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door and smiled. All that time at the gym was starting to pay off. I had always had a nice figure, slight, with gentle curves. Now my thin body looked trim and sculpted, with definition to my arms and abs and a new tight look to my full, round bottom. I was looking good. The phone rang and I went into the bedroom to answer it, lying on the bed, still dressed only in the towel around my head. "Hello my angel," came the familiar voice on the other end of the line. It was a great voice, deep, with a gentle tone I had always felt reassured by. "Bradley," I said with a smile. "Just have a few minutes, sweetheart, I'm working late to cover for another resident and the hospital is swarming tonight," he said. "How late will you be there?" I asked. A medical student in his first year of residency, Bradley had been working a lot of late nights lately. "You'll be asleep when I get done," he said. "But I'll take my girl out to lunch tomorrow, if she'll have me." I smiled at the phone and giggled. "I think she'll be alright with it." In the background I heard his pager going off and he sighed deeply. "Well sweetheart…" "I know," I interrupted. "You go take care of your patients, and call me tomorrow." "I love you," he said. "I love you too," I said and replaced the phone on its cradle. I stretched out on the bed and sighed, running my fingers absently over my skin. I let them linger over my breasts and then my hips, slowly running them up and down until I felt the warm place between my legs responding to the touch. With the thumb and finger of one hand I pinched my nipple gently, feeling myself growing wet as I tugged until it stood at attention, then concentrated on the other. Running my fingers from my erect nipples to my stomach and hips, I brushed them over my smooth lips, feeling my hips buck against my hand involuntarily as I found the small round button near the top of my opening. I pinched the nub between my fingers and then, rolling it back and forth, I moaned as pleasure surged through my body. Still moving my fingers over the hardening button I reached my other hand over my head and fumbled in the headboard until my hands found something long and smooth. Pulling my purple vibe from its place, I switched it on and it sprang to life with a low hum. Another comforting sound. Still fingering myself I ran the buzzing vibe down my body slowly, stopping to play with my nipples, biting my lip as pleasure took over my body. Experience taught me how to touch myself, and where, and before the vibe even found my slick opening I found myself nearing a dizzying peak. I moved my hand to my nipple, pinching and rubbing, and slid the vibrator over the now fully engorged button my finger had abandoned. My body shuddered as the vibrations hit it, and I climbed closer to my plateau. I moved the vibe back and forth a couple of times, and just as I couldn't stand it anymore, I plunged it inside of me, crying out as the intense orgasm washed over me. Both of my hands dropped to the bed, the vibrator slid out of my body and rolled away. My hands shook, my head swam and a wave of warmth washed over me. Just the way I liked it. For a few minutes I lay perfectly still, letting the moment take over. Once it had subsided I got up and finished getting ready. I dropped the towel in the hamper and went to the closet. From my closet I chose a dangerously short black skirt. As I pulled it on over bare, nicely tanned legs, I knew I would have to be careful. If I bent over too far, my bottom would be exposed to anyone who happened to be behind me. I topped the skirt with a pink blouse, cut low in front and backless except for two criss-crossing straps. The two pieces looked good together. As I stepped into a strappy pair of high-heeled sandals, I looked in the mirror. I was sure to turn more than a few heads in this outfit. I went back into the bathroom and came out with my hair done up in a loose knot, curls hanging around my face. My make-up was simple, with dark eyes and dark lipstick, but little else. My black purse sat on a table near the door, along with my keys. I picked them up on my out. Walking down two flights of stairs to the parking lot I hit the button to disarm the alarm on my car and admired it from afar. Every time I see my car it makes me smile. Bradley had bought the little green convertible for my 23rd birthday, and I always thought it fit me perfectly. What a great little car. I got in and tossed my purse on the passenger seat. Adjusting the tunes until the volume was just right, I was off. The drive across town was a quick one, traffic was always light this time of night and I made all the lights. My favorite club was just off the main strip, with valet parking out front. I gave my keys to a handsome young valet named Vinnie, and the doorman held the door open for me. Slowly I made my way to my favorite spot at the bar, one where you could see everything that was happening in the place, and took a seat. No sooner had I sat down than Randall, the very hunky and very gay bar tender set a tall pink drink in front of me. "How are you tonight, my love?" he asked with a smile. I giggled and tried the drink. It was perfect, of course. "So much better now that you brought me this," I replied. "It's my pleasure doll. On the house, naturally," Randall said, and went to get beers for two couples at the other end of the bar. Drink in hand, I crossed my legs and turned to survey the situation. Several couples were sprinkled through out the club, and about a dozen more were on the dance floor, grinding and gyrating to the house of music of the very talented DJ. I caught the eye of the DJ and he waved. I lifted my drink to him and smiled, then returned to scanning the crowd. Not far from me at a small table, I noticed three men, all in their late twenties, professional-looking and kind of handsome. One of them noticed me noticing him and smiled at me. I smiled back, holding his gaze a long moment, then turned back to the bar. With my back half turned to him I waited, knowing it wouldn't be long before he was at my side. He was quicker than most, I discovered with pleasure. Manning the bar stool next to me, he turned to me with a very nice smile, broad, with good-looking teeth. "Hello there," he said. I pretended to be startled to see him there, as if I had been so engrossed in though, I hadn't noticed his approach. It was all part of the game. "Oh! Well, hello there!" "Are you here alone?" he asked. "It seems as though I am. I was to meet a girlfriend, but she phoned to say she can't make it," I lied. "Ah…well, lucky for me then," he said with another flash of that smile. "Perhaps." I took a sip of my drink and glanced back at his friends, who were now busy trying to pretend they weren't watching us. "I'm James," he said. Looking back at him, I offered him a smile in return. "Val," I said. "Val. What a beautiful name. Val, would you care for a drink?" I looked down at my half empty glass. "I could probably go for another," I said, and took a long drink. "Great, so could I. What's that you're drinking?" Before he could get the words out, Randall had placed fresh drinks in front of us. "He's very good," I explained with a wink. "I see that. Do you come here often?" "Occasionally." I nonchalantly reached one hand down and adjusted my skirt, letting it sneak up my thigh a bit. It didn't take James' eyes long to feast on the newly exposed skin. "What do you do for a living?" he asked, not taking his eyes off my thigh. "I'm a graduate student." "Very nice." "What do you do, James?" I leaned over to listen to his answer, knowing full well that, just for a moment, he had a clear view of my ample breasts. "I'm a…" In the face of my assets, he seemed to lose his train of thought, which made me giggle a little. It's always so much fun to mess with their minds a bit. My mother taught me that. "A what?" I asked, tracing my finger over his knee. I felt the place between my legs growing warm again. It turned me on the have such and affect on him. "A corporate lawyer," he replied, blushing. "Very nice," I replied. My hand traveled to his thigh, and he watched it. I didn't get close enough to feel for myself, but I imagined how hard our game was making him. The music changed tempo, and a very sexy, slow song filled the air. His eyes found mine. "Would you like to dance?" he asked. "I would love to," I said, and let him lead me out onto the floor. He was several inches taller than me, but our bodies fit together nicely. Once out on the floor he pulled me to him with strong arms, so close that our legs had to straddle one another just a bit. He was better at the game than I had expected. I had a feeling he had played before. I felt his hardness against my upper thigh, his leg pressed against my crotch and made me damp. I wrapped my arms around his neck, he placed his on my lower back, dangerously close to my bottom. Our bodies moved to the music, grinding together and sliding up and down, back and forth. My excitement grew, as did his. I felt him pressing against me, I pressed back. His hands traveled down to cup my bottom, his fingers pushed their way inside my skirt. As the music raged on, we lost ourselves in it. My feet were no longer touching the ground as I straddled his leg, riding to the rhythm of the music. His fingers found their way inside my panties, I felt them pressing against my flesh. He kissed my neck and pressed his fingers onward, finding the damp place where my passion begged for release. I grinded against him, feeling myself close to exploding as I rode his leg, his finger so close to penetrating as he gripped me. Moaning in my ear he said, "I want you." The music stopped, we reluctantly peeled ourselves from each other as people left the dance floor. I pulled my skirt back down as my feet found the ground. "Let's go somewhere," he said. I nodded my agreement and let him lead me from the bar by the hand. "Where's your car?" I asked. "This way." Excitement all but dripped from his voice as he showed me to a black BMW and started to get in the drivers' seat. "No, let's go back here," I said, opening the back door. He offered me a wicked grin and followed me inside, pressing himself on top of me. His mouth found mine, it tasted of beer and his tongue was too eager. Leaning my head back I exposed my neck to him and he moved to kissing me there. "Mmmm….tell me you want me," I said, as our lower bodies pressed together, frantically grinding as he groped at my breasts. "Oh yes," he moaned. "Oh Val, I want you so badly." His hard erection pressed at me almost painfully, I knew he was in need of a release. I moved so that I was on top of him, he grinned up at me. "Yes," he said, closing his eyes. I pressed my hips against his, maneuvering so that his hardness put just the right amount of pressure on my swollen button. Then I leaned down and whispered in his ear. "I better get going," I said, and before he knew it, I was out of the car and headed back across the parking lot. Vinnie already had my car waiting for me. As he held the door open for me I spotted James out of the corner of my eye, standing near his car. The look of shock on his face almost pushed me to orgasm, but I told myself it was better to wait until I got home. I started to drive, but half way there I knew I would never make it. Teasing James, getting that look, it had a very nice affect on me. Too nice. I pulled over in a dark parking lot and pulled my panties off, rubbing myself with my hand as I looked for something to push me over the edge. As the car idled, I spotted the gearshift vibrating and smiled. Yes, it would do nicely. Pulling my skirt up around my waist I put my hands on the dashboard and straddled the gearshift. I almost came at the first moment of contact, but held off a moment. The top part vibrated against my button, and I lowered myself onto it. As the cool plastic plunged into my opening I cried out and pressed my hips against it. The vibrations took over my body, I knew I couldn't wait much longer. As I pressed forward with my hips once more I got dizzy and felt that familiar surge of electricity running through my body. My hips bucked and pressed the shifter deeper, and I came hard against it. Moving back to the driver's seat I smiled at my reflection in the rearview mirror. "You're such a good girl," I said to myself out loud. "On Bradley's wedding night, he's going to be so proud to have a virgin for a bride." I drove home content.