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Choices Ch. 02

By: johngalt47



My thanks to my editor adetaildiva. Without her this would be a poorer story. After her any errors are mine. 

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Dan and I were out on the golf course in Tennessee one gorgeous September Saturday. "Jack, how much do you exercise? You're always so trim. Even when I was your age, I don't think I was that trim."

"Well, I run for an hour six days a week and I lift weights twice or three times a week, depending. Why do you ask?"

"I just had my annual physical and the doctor is on me to get more exercise and lose some of this." Dan grabbed a roll of fat on his side. Kathy had always described him as heavyset, but I was sure he could lose 25 or 30 pounds and not miss an ounce.

"You need to talk to Linda about not being such a great cook, but I can help you get started on an easy exercise plan. We can start with walking and go from there."

"Would you, Jack? I'd really appreciate it."

Unfortunately, I should have started with Dan a year ago. I came home one afternoon in October to a very grave Faith. "Jack, Dan had a heart attack and died. Maybe you should call your sister."

I was stricken again. Over the last eighteen months Dan had become a very good friend. But I really felt sorry for Linda: first to lose her older daughter and now her husband of thirty years, all within five months.

Dan's funeral was hard. The grass on Kathy's grave had not grown in completely and now there was another bare patch beside it. Bobby and I stayed for three more days. This time it was me packing Dan's clothes, making lists and delivering boxes.

"Jack, I'd like to come down and visit." Thanksgiving weekend Linda was calling. I had called weekly after Dan's funeral, but had not asked her to come back down yet.

"Sure, Linda, Bobby and I would love to see you again." She came down for two nights that week and again just before Christmas to bring Bobby his presents. Two more visits were scheduled in January.

At the beginning of February, I learned that I was being reassigned to the Pentagon. I told Faith and Linda that Bobby and I would be moving in June. 

"Jack, I've got a suggestion." Faith and I were having dinner after a visit from Linda in March.

"Okay?"

"Linda is lonely and doesn't know what to do. She's afraid that you'll go to Washington and she'll never see Bobby again."

"That's crazy! Bobby loves her. I love her almost like my own mother."

"Ask her to move to Washington with you and be your live-in nanny and housekeeper."

I had been worried about finding a nanny like Faith in Washington. This would be a great solution. "Do you think she would do it? It would make Bobby feel better to have somebody he knows living with us and taking care of him."

I called Kathy's sister, Marguerite, and talked with her. She lived in Chattanooga with her husband of two years. She thought it would great for Linda to have something to do. We agreed to help her store her furniture and rent out the house if she wanted to.

"Linda, this is Jack." My mother had drilled me on phone manners. Even though I knew Linda would recognize my voice, I always introduced myself on our weekly phone calls. We talked about the ordinary events of the week: Bobby's pre-school work, Linda's book club.

"Linda, I'm really going to miss Faith. I don't know that I'll find anyone in Washington who can help me like she has."

"I'll miss seeing her, too. Of course, I'll miss seeing you and Bobby more."

"Linda, I'll just ask you straight out. Would you consider coming to Washington with us? I'd pay you just like I do Faith and Bobby would love to have you around."

"Jack, I'd love to! But what would I do with the house?"

"Marguerite and I discussed that. She thinks you could put your stuff in storage and rent it out for a few years. Of course, you would want to take some of your things to Washington."

"Oh, Jack, this will be so great! But I couldn't take any money from you. I'd just like to be there with Bobby, and you and I get along so well."

"Linda, I know that Dan left your finances in good shape. Paying you would just be recognition of what you do for us. I know it'd be like pin money to you but I'd feel wrong if you didn't take something. I'd also set you up with a joint account with me so you could have money for grocery shopping and everything."

"I was so afraid that you'd go off and I'd only see Bobby a time or two a year."

"Linda, no matter what, we won't keep you out of our lives." I could tell she was crying a little bit. "Why don't we schedule a house hunting trip sometime soon?"

By the first of May, Linda was living with me in Columbus. She had stored away most of her household goods, except for her bedroom furniture and several boxes of knickknacks, photo albums and some kitchen utensils. Those items were waiting in a container in Chattanooga for our trip to DC. She had already gotten a renter who would move into her house in June.

My house in Columbus did not have a renter yet. I felt sure that as soon as a new crop of lieutenants started arriving at Fort Benning around the first of July that I would have a renter. It was the perfect size for a young couple like Kathy and I had been.

Linda, Bobby and I moved the week after Memorial Day. We moved to a new house in a young subdivision in Northern Virginia. I would have about a half-hour's drive to the Pentagon. Bobby would only be a mile from his school in September. Linda began meeting the neighbors and fitted in immediately.

The third week in August I took Bobby to his first day of school. He was excited to be in a "real" school instead of the day care center where he had had kindergarten. I managed to deliver him to his room and say hello to his teacher. I barely made it out to my car before I broke down crying. I was crying because Kathy wasn't there to do this. Bobby would never see his mother's eyes glisten as she buttoned up his coat or packed his lunch.

The week after Labor Day Bobby brought home a note about Parent-Teacher Night at his school. I dutifully showed up the next week. I vaguely remembered meeting Nan Baker the first day of school. She was looking for me when I came in.

"Hello. I'm Bobby Williams's father, Jack Williams."

"Yes. I remember meeting you when you brought Bobby in. Are you new in the area?"

"We just moved up from Columbus, Georgia. I'm stationed at the Pentagon."

"Wow! I'm impressed."

"Don't be. They use majors at the Pentagon for coffee boys. I get to make coffee for Training and Readiness."

"You'll have to tell me more about that some time." She put her hand on my forearm below the short sleeve of my uniform blouse. Her violet eyes were looking directly into my eyes without blinking.

"Maybe we can catch a cup of coffee together later. I won't even make you fix it." Her eyes were laughing at me now.

"I dunno. I've gotten pretty good with the grinder. You don't know what you're missing." I felt relaxed in a woman's presence for the first time since Kathy died.

"I've got a good idea of what I'm missing." Her eyes scanned my body from top to bottom. I had a sudden impression of a stalking lioness as her golden mane flipped around her head.

"Good evening, everyone. I'm Nan Baker. I apologize for the seating arrangements." She looked directly at me and winked while I squirmed in my 6-year-old's desk. "I'll make this quick and then I can talk with you individually afterwards. I'm in my third year here at Taylor. I did my internship here from Georgetown and liked it so much I bought the school."

Everybody chuckled. "They liked me so I applied and was accepted. Last year I taught third grade but the year before I taught first."

Her words faded into the background as I appraised her body. A line from the musical, South Pacific, popped into my head:

Where she's narrow she's narrow as an arrow,

And she's broad where a broad should be broad.

"… so I think that we'll have a good year." As I returned from Pluto, she was smiling at me again.

I had been out of the game for awhile, but Nan had been flirting. I was comfortable with Nan, but I still felt guilty when I thought of leaving Kathy behind.

"Jack, I'd like you to meet someone." Linda was speaking to me the following weekend after church. "Jean, this is my son, Jack Williams. As I told you he's a major serving at the Pentagon. Jack, this is Jean Marlowe. Jean works for Health and Human Services as a policy analyst."

"Jean, I'm glad to meet you." Linda was slowly introducing me to all the single women at the Episcopal church where she had insisted we go. This was the fourth or fifth one. Jean was slim and tall with a terrific smile. I still didn't feel ready to start dating again. Nevertheless, as a dutiful son (in-law) I made small talk.

I learned that Jean had a six-year-old daughter. I looked around and Jean pointed out Rebecca as the brown-haired girl that Bobby happened to be chasing around the parish hall.

"Like father, like son," was the lame jest I came up with.

We continued to talk politely, but I was leery of Federal employees. I felt they were usually liberals, especially those whom I had met so far in the DC area. Suddenly Jean cut through the polite banter.

"You know, my dad served in Vietnam."

"Really?" This had come out of nowhere so I wasn't sure where the conversation was going.

"In the Marines. He always thought the Pentagon, Johnson and Nixon screwed things up. But he really hated the protestors. He's glad we haven't seen many of them this time around."

"Well, there's a few, but dozens not thousands."

"At least we didn't elect the Protestor-In-Chief."

This woman had intelligence, but I still wasn't ready for the singles scene again.

Monday through Friday I get up at 5:30 and go for an hour-long run. On Saturdays I allow myself the luxury of sleeping until 8 before running. The next Saturday I woke at 7. I tried to get back to sleep but I couldn't. Finally, about 7:30 I trotted out of the house.

At 8:30 I walked in the back door and up the stairs to shower and dress. Linda was in the guest bathroom with the door open. She didn't see me, but I saw her. Standing in front of the sink in bikini panties and nothing else, she didn't look like she was in her fifties. I couldn't see any lines on her face or any bags under her eyes. The reason was that all my eyes would focus on were her breasts.

They were beautiful. Their skin was softly white with just a hint of blush that was Linda's normal coloration. The pair swung slightly back and forth as she leaned toward the mirror. I saw her left breast in full silhouette. Suspended over the sink, it seemed a perfect teardrop shape waiting to fall into someone's lucky mouth. A dusky pink nipple was soft in repose surrounded by a slightly darker pink areola. My fingertips tingled as I imagined the smooth skin sliding under my touch and then the nipple erecting as my thumb teased the textured protrusion.

I froze with one foot on the top stair and one foot on the next riser down. I felt impelled to reach out and caress those luscious orbs. Before my arm started to move, I came to my senses and backed quietly down the stairs.

Linda was not expecting me back for another half hour. I went outside and waited several minutes while the erection that had sprung up subsided. I came back in closing the door a little loudly and singing a marching song. About five seconds after I came into the kitchen, I heard the bathroom door close upstairs.

I started a pot of coffee. Linda appeared in a few minutes wearing her bathrobe.

"You're back early."

"Something woke me and I couldn't get back to sleep so I left to run a little bit before normal."

"Well, thanks for making the coffee. Next week I'll start it as soon as I get up."

That night I lay in my bed and remembered those beautiful mounds. I was embarrassed at my reaction, but I couldn't forget that vision. My erection sprang up again in a few seconds. In this situation I could take care of it properly. Since I hadn't had any sexual partner in almost two years except Ms. Rosie Palm, all it took was about ten strokes to fill the Kleenex.

As I dropped off to sleep, I decided that maybe it was time to get back into the world.

Monday on the way home I reviewed my options. The only person who stood out was Bobby's teacher. After supper I approached Linda. "Would it be okay for me to go out Saturday night?"

"Sure, Jack. Who're you going with?"

"I don't know yet. I wanted to check with you before making any commitment. Probably just a friend."

"A lady friend?"

"Uhh, yeah. I thought maybe a little dinner and conversation."

"Is that what they call it these days? Go ahead. I'll be happy to stay with Bobby."

I blushed a little seeing the twinkle in her eyes and took the phone into the study.

"Hello?" A woman's voice that I didn't recognize answered the phone. Would I recognize Nan's voice after one meeting almost two weeks ago? Should I assume it was Nan? Remember my telephone manners.

"This is Jack Williams. Is Nan Baker there?

"Just a minute." [background] "Nan, there's this dreamy voice on the phone for you. (giggle)"

"Hello. This is Nan."

"Nan, this is Jack Williams. I met you at Bobby's Parent-Teacher Night."

"Yes, I remember you. What can I do for you Mr., sorry it's Major isn't it, Major Williams." She was talking to me as if I were her father. Maybe this was a mistake. She had just been friendly, not flirting at all. Oh well, why waste a phone call without trying.

"If we could get from Major Williams to just Jack, I'd like to take you to dinner Saturday night."

"Well, Just Jack, that would be very nice. I'd like to go to dinner with you."

"Why don't I pick you up about seven? Maybe afterwards we'll drive to the Reflecting Pool and cheer the submarine races."

"If you're in the Army, wouldn't that be cheering for the wrong team?"

"Nah. My grandfather was in the Coast Artillery during World War II. I'll just shoot at any submarine I see. I will need directions to your place though."

Saturday evening it was drizzling off and on. I had suggested going to the Reflecting Pool to indicate that if dinner finished early then we might do something else together. Now with the bad weather I didn't have another idea to suggest. I carried an umbrella up to her apartment door.

Nan was wearing a light blue camisole with a navy blue skirt and a medium blue sweater around her shoulders. The camisole material was heavy, but the jiggling beneath the material was very interesting.

"Jack, come in a sec and meet my roommate. Cass, this is Jack Williams. He's the father of one of my students."

"Glad to meet you, Cass. Do you teach with Nan?"

"No, we're good friends from college. I'm an analyst with the DHS office in Falls Church."

"Nan, I told you my Arab friends were on the up-and-up. I don't want to be investigated." I smiled.

"I won't let Cass investigate you. On the other hand, I might like to conduct that investigation, especially if it involves a strip search."

I blushed. I must be really getting old. I thought that remark was really bold, and I was surprised at such banter this early in the game. Perhaps my stereotype of elementary school teachers needed updating.

Nan pressed close to me under the umbrella. She wrapped one arm around mine and I could feel her boob rubbing my triceps. "Brrr, I'm glad I wore this sweater. The rain has made it chilly out," Nan continued our conversation as I held the car door for her. The navy skirt rose to give me a glimpse of a toned and tanned thigh that needed to be next to my ear. A glance at the camisole confirmed that it was chilly out.

The dinner conversation continued delightfully with many double-entendres from both of us as I got into the swing of things. Nan was familiar with the restaurant that I had picked and after we finished our entrees she suggested sharing a hot fudge sundae for dessert.

"Want it?" Nan had picked up the cherry from the mound of whipped cream.

"Are you willing to give it to me?" I had gotten good at this game.

"Stick out your tongue and let's see if it's long enough." 

"I'm longer than anybody when I'm horizontal." I extended my tongue straight out. She put the cherry as far back on my tongue as she could, but held on to the stem. I closed my mouth. As she pulled the stem out, she brushed her fingertips across my lips.

"Want some whipped cream?" I extended my spoon towards her.

"I love whipped cream but it has to be fresh. Right from the dispenser and down my throat." She made an exaggerated swallowing motion as she took the cream from the spoon.

"Missed a drop." A little dab rested on the corner of her mouth. I scooped it onto my finger and held it towards her. She grabbed my wrist and pulled the finger into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around my finger as she sucked the cream off.

"Wow! You're good."

"I never waste a drop."

"Still raining!" After paying the check, we were gazing into the parking lot preparing to walk to the car. "I was hoping we could take a nice walk on the Mall and continue this conversation. I noticed a bar near your place, O'Malley's? Want to go there and get another glass of wine?"

"Cass was going out with some friends. We could go back to my place and talk there. I've got wine or you could make us some coffee." She laughed lightly.

As soon as we entered her apartment, Nan discarded the sweater. Her arms still had the light bronze glow of a summer tan. As I watched her fiddle with the coffee makings, the bobbling and swaying of her breasts made it obvious that she was braless. She handed me my cup and directed me from the kitchenette to the couch in the main room.

"Go ahead and sit, Jack. I'll be there as soon as I get out some biscotti."

She came out a minute later carrying her coffee and a small tray of cookies. Putting her coffee down on the end table opposite from me, she moved to the other side of the coffee table. She bent from the waist and placed the cookie tray down.

The camisole gaped away from her body. Her nipples snuggled into the material, but a beautiful expanse of skin was on display. The same golden tan as her arms pointed to the conclusion that she tanned topless. After what seemed like minutes but was only a few seconds, she stood back up and moved around to the couch.

She sat down and then twisted sideways lifting one knee onto the cushion. Then she lifted her other knee up also being remarkably careless about how her skirt draped during this maneuver. I was now sure that her panties matched the camisole.

As I jerked my eyes upward, I was sure she would have seen where I was looking. Instead she was studiously stirring the cream into her coffee.

"Tell me about your grandfather in the Second World War." Where had that come from? Oh, yeah, back when I asked her for a date.

"Well, he was an interesting old guy. He was in the Reserves and got shipped off to Panama in early '42. Didn't come back until almost '45. He told me when he first got down there he was put on an island with 400 other guys. They were on the Pacific side looking for Japanese submarines. Never saw one of course, but for 30 days they enjoyed desalinated water and C-rations. Then they got rotated back to the mainland. As he put it, 400 guys who hadn't seen a beer or a broad for 30 days. Not much of a prize for guessing what happened next." We talked casually through the first cup of coffee.

"How about another cup," she asked.

"Sure." We both wandered into the kitchen. She took my cup and turned to pour more coffee. Now or never, I moved behind her. Putting my hands at her waist, I lightly kissed her neck Oh lord, the scent of her perfume and shampoo. I moved my feet back a half-step so she wouldn't notice my immediate reaction, but I couldn't resist starting to nibble around to her ear.


Choices Ch. 02



{I am not a writer, I am a doctor. This is just a chronicle of events, for me. Why do I sit here and write this, perhaps even post it to let others know of my weakness? 

I don't know why. I just write what I remember, a bit every day. Some of it is fantasy, some of it is real.}

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I heard my ex husband Tom's truck coming up my driveway, for some reason it made me feel nervous. I had made a decision, but during the four hours it took for him to drive up from the coast, I was getting second thoughts.

My plan to greet him at the door naked sounded like fun at the first thought, but then having not seen him for several months made it almost like doing that in front of a stranger.

I found myself caught outside on my sun deck a few months ago by a meter man. I was almost naked, by the time I got inside and away from him I was so turned on I broke a sweat. All I could think of was that I wished Tom was here, I needed to be held and cuddled so badly.

I had told myself that enough was enough, I would not go back to him. But I made the call anyway.

I guess I just was not completely sure of his reaction. Hundreds of times I had been naked with him, married to him twice and twice I had left him. Now here I was, doing exactly what I had told myself I would not.

Letting Tom back into my life.

I stood there waiting for his knock, my body trembling. It wasn't completely from excitement.

I even started slightly when he did knock, then I took a deep breath and put on my best smile and opened the door.

"Hi Sally, what's........" Tom stood there with a surprised look on his face, since I was nude. I struck a pose, one arm up the doorway, one hip swung slightly out. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times.

Then he smiled, that relaxed me as I stood aside to I let him in. Tom was still in blue jeans and a work shirt, he had obviously went directly to his truck and headed out right after my call.

"What's going on, Sally?"

"I was missing you, is all." I stepped up to him and he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.

"I need a shower." He said, holding me at arm's length and looking me up and down.

I nodded as he took my hand and led me into the bedroom. Then I sat on the bed as he stripped down and went into the bathroom. I almost giggled at the sight of his very white behind, contrasted by the much darker skin from days of work shirtless outside in the sun. He was back out in minutes and sat next to me on the bed, a towel wrapped around his waist.

"We need to talk." He said simply.

"Yes. OK."

"I love you Sally, but I don't know how much of this I can take." His eyes were questioning.

"I didn't mean to...." Was all I got out.

"Well, think about it. You left me and then we get back together, then all of a sudden you were gone again. Now this. What am I supposed to think?" Tom sounded mildly angry, Tom never got angry, that was a surprise.

"I just wanted...I was missing you."

"I gathered that. I miss you too, Sally. I want to be with you, but I don't know what you want."

"I don't know what I want, either. I don't know for sure what you want."

Tom seemed to relax, his arm was around me and he tugged me over close to him.

"Let's just take a few days and talk everything over." He said, kissing me. 

Then he leaned me back on the bed, his familiar hands exploring my body. Normally I orgasm easily with Tom, I was finding it a struggle. I finally did something I almost never do.

I faked it. We slept and the next morning I woke up to the sounds of Tom fixing breakfast. I slid on my pajama top and went out to find him busy mixing up some eggs.

"Morning!" He said, looking up at me. I took the cup of coffee he handed me and sipped, sitting at the dining room table. Tom presented one of his nearly always perfect omelettes and joined me.

"So what was that last night?" He asked, finally.

"What was what?"

"You faked that." He was watching my face carefully.

"I could tell." He said, when I didn't answer.

"I was just..nervous, I guess."

"About what?"

"I am not sure, about how you would react, I suppose."

"I see. Have you figured out what you want? What do you want?"

"I think so. I want to be..happy, I want to be in love." Tom just sipped his coffee and waited.

"I want to feel like you love me."

"You know I do."

"Yes, but.."

"I am really sorry about that deal with...Brad. I shouldn't have done that. Opening your blouse while you slept was just for fun...sexy?"

"Well, I guess I made it worse, didn't I?"

"I have to admit you surprised me, I never expected you to just walk back out naked. Poor Brad almost choked." He snorted at that.

"I don't know why I did, I was just upset with you for unbuttoning my blouse right in front of him."

"I'm sorry, I won't do anything like that again."

"OK. Not without asking me, anyway."

Tom blinked at me. "You mean..you might..tease some if I asked? You aren't still upset?" His voice took on a familiar husky tone. Right on cue. I sighed.

"Maybe. It depends on who and when, on my terms." Then I grinned at him. 

"I see. I bet you will never cease to surprise me. Are we back together then, are you coming home?"

"I am home." I looked at him pointedly.

"You mean..?

"Yes, if you want to be with me we will live here. I don't like it down there at the ranch."

"So what am I supposed to do with that place?"

"Sell it, run it, hire help. Something. It's paid for, keep it as an investment."

"It's not exactly paid for, I seem to owe you a fortune."

Tom left that afternoon, he was back the next day with his clothes and some other items. I noticed it was a pretty light load. I helped him move his stuff inside and unpack. Then we went out to dinner.

I made a special point of dressing nice and mildly sexy, he looked me up and down with delight in his eyes.

"Well, what do you think?" I asked, doing a little spin to show off the new split skirt and sheer blouse I had purchased. I had on a bra but it was a sports bra which I knew showed off the shape of my breasts nicely. Every step would allow my leg to show nearly all the way to my panties. I could see that Tom liked it.

We had a nice dinner, I was waiting for an opening to tell him all that had happened in the last several months. Finally I asked him point blank if he had dated anyone.

He blushed slightly, then told me he had been seeing a woman. I asked him who.

"Her name is Cindy, she works at the permit office down there. We went out a few times."

"Sleeping with her?"

"Yes, a couple of times. She is nice but...She is a little bit of an airhead."

I nodded at that, of course I should have expected it. Somehow I didn't feel jealous or anything.

"What about you?" Tom asked.

I told him first about the incident with the meter service man, he laughed at that one. It was nothing, the man had surprised me as I lay on my outside deck, wearing just a pair of panties. I think it had embarrassed the man way more than it did me.

Then I told him about Terry, and then Ben. I didn't leave anything out at all. Terry was a rather poor lover, but Ben? Ben was spectacular. I saw once again the look he got when I described it.

"I would have liked it if he had called again, but he didn't. But now you are here of course."

"What happens if he does call sometime?" Tom asked me with a smile.

"I don't know. Maybe? You wouldn't even be upset, would you?"

"Probably not. I always knew you had it in you to be naughty." Tom laughed. I could see he was trying to hide his feelings. I pressed the issue some more.

"You like it when I am naughty, don't you?" He looked at me in surprise, I was still smiling.

"Yes, I do. But I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything you don't want to."

"You don't need to worry about that, Tom, but things just might be different now. We won't have any marriage vows to break."

"Oh, I see. We are going to live in sin, then?" He laughed.

"You could call it that, I have no intention of getting married again. It would probably just make my lawyer happy." I answered with some sarcasm.

"Are we going to be swingers?" Tom got a funny look on his face. 

"I hadn't planned on that, I just am not interested in doing anything with someone I don't know."

"I guess I understand that, but what if it is someone you do know?"

"I think the answer is that we will have to just wait and see." I saw the look on his face, Tom was getting excited at just the thought that I might actually do something with someone. Just describing a sexual situation excited him without fail.

That was the one thing, the one part of him I did not fully understand. Coming to terms with that was something I was not sure I could do. But I knew I loved Tom, even if he was that way.

He reached out and stroked my hair and then let his fingers trickle down the side of my face. He knew that the gentle touch always set me off, back at home we made it to the living room and that was as far as we got.

I knew what he wanted when he asked me to talk to him as we made love, so I described the session in my office with the young man. I told him how I had made him bend over, how his hairy ballsack had hung down in sight between his spread legs as I pressed my finger inside, slowly working it back and forth.

Telling Tom about that set me off too. I had come to realize I liked the feeling of power that it gave me over men. In my office, I could do almost anything I wanted to, nearly always a client just followed my instructions. At my request, they would expose themselves, I could touch and look all I liked and they were helpless to resist.

I orgasmed solidly as he thrust at me, then again as he continued. We groaned together, finally I relaxed in that warm feeling as we lay in each other's arms.

"Did that really happen?" He asked me when he rolled over and lay with one elbow propping up his head.

"Yes, just like that."

"Well, it's kind of hot! What would happen if you reached around and just did him?"

"I could end up looking for a job at a convenience store or something." I laughed.

Tom and I settled in, he still left for days at a time and I just went to work. It is strange how just living together with someone is different than being married and living with someone? I felt more in control if that makes any sense at all.

I was also happy again, surrounded by things familiar to me, the noises of the city and people everywhere. The nights Tom was at my house we made sweet love, I got lots of that warm cuddling that I like so much. The lifestyle started to feel..normal again?

It was perhaps a month of so later when the phone rang at the office, my supervisor Cheryl came in to get me.

It was Tom. He told me he needed to bring someone home, they were working on a bid. I thanked him for giving me the heads up, it gave me time to get our spare room ready and plan a dinner.

"Is it anybody I know?" I asked.

"Well, yes. It's Brad, the guy that was out to the other house."

"Oh." I hesitated.

"That's why I called, we can do something else, maybe get them a motel room or something if it will make you uncomfortable?"

"No, it's all right. I will have everything ready."

"Are you sure? I don't want to upset you."

"I won't be upset, Tom." Then it hit me, he said "Them?" So I asked.

"Yes, his girlfriend is coming, Cindy."

"Sure, that's fine."

"OK then. See you tonight, hon." He hung up, I was heading out the door to my van when I remembered that Cindy was the name of the woman Tom had dated while we were seperated. I almost called him back to check on that, but then I decided not to and just went home.

I had everything ready when I heard Tom's truck in the driveway, he came in with Brad and a pretty woman about 35 or so. She was dressed in a simple T-shirt and blue jeans. Her hair was cut in a pageboy style, bleached blonde. Brad acted mildly shy at first, the last time he had seen me I was naked, so I understood. I just acted like everything was normal and he soon seemed to relax.

I showed them one of the spare bedrooms, then headed off to the kitchen to work on dinner.

"Let me give you a hand." Cindy said. She seemed nice, we chatted like women do as we busied ourselves in the kitchen. I slid a tray of steaks I had sliced into strips, baking them on the racks. I added peanut butter just before they were done and glazed that into the meat. Cindy seemed interested in that.

We called the guys in, they were huddled in the living room with papers everywhere working on some estimates. Over dinner Tom explained about the job they were working on, I blinked at the amount of the bid, it would be the largest contract he ever got if they won the job. I knew he needed the job, things had been a little slow, so much so that he had even built a couple of small garages and done some repairs.

Brad told us that some city project for a cable car had opened up property by the river downtown, deals were going on all over the place. There was a really good chance they would get a piece of the action, since Tom's company was one of those prevailing wage outfits now.

I grinned to myself at that, since our first breakup had been the key to the change in the way Tom did business. Tom had tried to put up a struggle over assets, but folded quickly when presented with documents showing unpaid taxes and illegal employees.

We all sat around after dinner and visited, then Brad and Cindy went to bed leaving Tom and I alone.

"Cindy seems nice." I told Tom. He knew I wanted to know.

"Yea, she is the woman I mentioned that I dated a few times." He was watching me for a reaction. 

"How did she end up with Brad?" I asked.

"When you and I got back together...Brad just asked her out and they hooked up."

"Oh. Well, they make a cute couple."

"There is something I didn't tell you yet."

"What's that?"

"Brad and I and Cindy, we had..a threesome."

"Oh. I guess you always wanted to try that." I attempted to sound dismissive.

"Actually..several times." Tom said.

"I see." I got up to head for bed.

"Are you mad?" He asked.

"No, not at all. Are you coming?" I slipped off my blouse, tossed it over my shoulder.

"Sally, they might come out." Tom warned.

"So? Brad has already seen me naked!" I laughed, heading for the bedroom. Tom was right behind me. I turned the lights down low in our bedroom, then did a little striptease for Tom as he sat on the bed watching. One of the things I really like to do is tease Tom, it gets him going.

"Maybe I will do this again, out in the living room." I told him as I slid my panties down and off. Tom gasped and reached for me, pressing me back against the bed, his lower body probing at me as I giggled.

That was another of those rare times when I got him going twice in a row. Later, as I began to doze off, I had a vision of Tom and Brad and Cindy all together in the same bed. The last thing I remembered was a vision of Brad leaning over me, he was enormous and erect, sweating. Then I slept solidly.

It's odd how sometimes dreams stay with us, this one was still in my mind when I woke up. I looked at the clock, it was just 5 AM. Tom was sleeping soundly, his breathing coming in soft snores. I lay there and watched him sleep for awhile. Then I heard noises coming from the other room, muffled, so I got up and pulled on a robe.

Brad was pouring himself a cup of coffee when I walked in. He had on just a T-shirt and some shorts. I looked down at his legs, one was steel from just above the knee. It caused him to lift and swing his hip to walk.

"Wow, you are up early!" I said.

"I nearly always wake up around 5, usually I just sit and think and have some coffee. Want a cup?" He asked.

"Sure." I sat at the kitchen table, tugging my robe snugly around me, aware that I was stark naked underneath it. Brad handed me a cup and sat down.

"So do you think you and Tom will get that contract?" I asked, just making conversation.

"Yes, it looks pretty good. We should be about a quarter million under, except for maybe two others. But I think both will be disqualified because they don't have the manpower. Tom has hooked up with a good team, plus my company is doing the drywall. He even has all the material sourced, it's ready to start once we get the go ahead."

That was all a bit french to me, normally Tom was bidding on a single house or addition.

I noticed Brad kept glancing down at the small gap at the top of my robe, I was completely aware of being nude underneath. I felt the beginnings of a little tingle, took a sip of the coffee.

"I hope I didn't shock you too much the last time I saw you." I told him with a grin.

"Oh. That was..amazing! Nobody ever did anything like that, not right in front of me." He blushed slightly, his eyes dropping to the front of my robe and quickly looking away.

"I was pissed off at Tom for unbuttoning my blouse while I was asleep, so I decided to fix him. You were the victim." I laughed.

"I will be your victim any time you like." Brad teased.

I took another sip of my coffee, lifting my elbow slightly to let the robe slip a little bit, to tease him.

It just popped open, my right breast slid out.

"Oops!" I said, tugging it back closed. Brad just sat there grinning.

"You really do look beautiful. Do you work out?" I could sense that Brad was getting bolder now.

"Bicycle. I ride it almost every day."

"That explains why your legs look like that."

I slid the robe off one leg, extended it, tucking the material down between my legs. The calves of my legs really bulge now from riding the bike. Brad glanced down and smiled.

"Wow!" Was all he said, as I slid the robe back into place.

"What happened to your leg?" I asked, curious since I had never heard the story.

"Chainsaw, we were cutting off some beams and one of the new guys was careless. I walked up to him to tell him something just as he turned. They tried to save it but I was cut pretty bad, nearly died. The first try they cut below the knee, but then they had to go farther so I ended up like this."

He reached down and unhooked the leg, peeled down his sock baring the stump. I looked down at it, curious. 

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"All the time, I got used to it."

"I worked with a man about a year or so ago, he lost both arms." I said, thinking of David. I had worked with him when I lived at the coast.

All of that flashed into my mind, the struggle I had had with myself. Then finally breaking the rules and touching him intimately. I had tried to tell myself that it was for him, to help him since he was unable to relieve himself, but the truth? It was for me, one of my moments of weakness.

"You understand, then."

"Yes, I can show you how to ease the pain some for you if you like." I shook my head to clear the thought of David.

"How can you do that?" He was interested now.

"Massage it out, it's called Endorphins. The body releases them and it eases pain naturally, it works sometimes as well as painkillers do." I told him, the doctor in me coming out.

"There are several people on staff at the clinic that do that kind of work."

"Maybe you could massage me sometime?" He asked.

I was preparing to suggest that I do just that when Cindy came in. She was wearing just an oversize T-shirt and was obviously nude underneath too. I had noticed she was small busted, this morning her nipples poked at the cloth, obvious. She looked a little bit...used?

"What's up? Oh, coffee!" She said, heading for the pot. She got a cup and sat down with us.

"We were just talking about natural painkillers." Brad told her. "Sally is a doctor."

"Oh, for your leg." Cindy crossed her legs carelessly, if the T-shirt went any higher there would be no reason to wear it. Then she scooted forward and the tabletop hid her lower body. Brad reached down and pulled on his sock, clipped the leg back on.




Choices Ch. 02



Then we just sat and talked, the conversation turned to politics and I knew enough to not get into that. I excused myself and went back into the bedroom where Tom was still snoring. I lay down on top of the covers and dozed off.

Brad was gone when I woke up, he drove down to deliver the contract bids. Tom and Cindy were sitting at the table when I came back out, she was still in just that T-shirt. Tom quickly leaned back and smiled at me.

"Morning, sleepyhead." Tom said. I was wishing I had been a fly on the wall, Cindy was blushing slightly and Tom looked flustered too.

"Morning. I have already been up once, Brad and I had a little visit." I looked at Tom and grinned, he blinked a couple of times but said nothing. There was a stack of pancakes on a plate, they were cool so I buttered some up and stuck them in the microwave.

They were strangely quiet as I sat down to eat.

"Brad should be back soon." Tom said. Just then I heard the truck in the driveway.

"I think he is back now."

Brad came in, sat down.

"All handled, we will know in a week or so." He said.

"I rented a warehouse downtown." Tom told me.

"We can base out of there, so for the next year or so I will be home every day."

I liked the sound of that, Tom being off on a job for days at a time always got to me.

"I was thinking that Brad could just use the big spare bedroom off the deck since we will be working together every day." He looked at me to see my reaction.

"You mean..for a year..or more?"

"Well, he has to live somewhere and we have lots of room." Tom said.

"What about with Cindy?" I asked, looking over at her. She was still being quiet.

"Cindy has an apartment, and a roommate. There isn't any room there."

"Oh. Well, I guess it's all right." I looked at Brad, he smiled at me.

"I won't be a bother, I can take care of myself." He said.

I shrugged, then went and got dressed, and headed to my office.

Brad moved in the next weekend. Tom set up a TV set and small refrigerator and stove, the big downstairs bedroom was large. It had a bathroom that was shared with the sunroom that had once been a massage therapy room when Lee and her husband Ted had lived here years before.

It actually made a pretty nice seperate living unit that way, it even had outside access through the side door to the deck, with a smaller covered deck upstairs off of a 3rd bedroom.

It was about a week later that Tom and Brad were notified that they had won the bid, a nearly 7 million dollar contract! They were pretty happy, Cindy came out and we had a party to celibrate. There was another half dozen couples, workers and their wives, plus other contractors hired to do some of the work. I met Jonathan, Cindy's roommate. That was a bit of a surprise, I had expected a woman. Jonathan was about 35 too, a nice looking man with a half bald head. Nearly everything he said was a wisecrack, he was funny.

There was nothing out of the ordinary about the party, the men huddled around and talked business while the women all sat around and talked about clothes mostly. I noticed Jonathan spent a lot more of his time talking to the women than he did the men. Several times he chatted with me in a flirting manner, I realized he was actually trying to hit on me a little.

I flirted right back, it was fun. His eyes kept dropping to the top of my dress, I was showing a little cleavage. I just let him look.

Finally they all started drifting out, Brad and Cindy and Tom and I began to clean up the house. Jonathan came up to me and thanked me for the nice party, holding both of my hands while leaning in to kiss my cheek. I thought that was cute, I noticed he took another long look at the top of my breasts. Then he left, too. I glanced over at Tom, he was watching me with a grin.

The house was a bit of a mess, glasses everywhere, the remains of snacks. We had it back to normal in about a half hour.

Tom put on some mellow music, a relief from the earlier noise. I sat down and relaxed, still in my dress.

"Why don't you go put on something more comfortable?" Tom asked me. Just then Cindy came out of Brad's room wearing just a T-shirt again. She plopped down on the couch, I got a flash of bare pubes before she tugged the hem back down, rather ineffectually. She was naked underneath, but I was almost used to it by now. I noticed Tom kept glancing at Cindy's legs, now curled up underneath her with her bare fanny sticking out.

Then he went over and sat in the chair on that side, that pissed me off a little bit. If she lifted up just a couple of inches her bare twat would peek out, she acted like she didn't even care.

I don't think she did, either. She was always in just a T-shirt or a T-shirt and jeans.

Plus she was hitting the wine pretty good.

I went in and put on one of my light robes that came just to my knees, then not to be outdone I slipped off my bra and panties. I came back out and sat in one of the chairs. Tom poured me a drink of red wine, I sat back and sipped it.

"Man, what a day." Brad said.

"Does anybody mind if I take off this leg, it's killing me."

"Go ahead, no problem." I told him. He unclipped it and leaned it up against the couch beside him, then began rubbing the stump.

"Do you need some help with that?" I asked him.

"Sure, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind." I got up, snugged the belt on my robe, kneeled down in front of him, peeling down the sock. His stump looked reddish and flushed, I began to rub it firmly. Brad leaned back with a look of pleasure on his face.

"Damn that feels good!" He said. I noticed he was developing a bulge in the front of his shorts, it got larger as I leaned forward to rub his leg. Cindy noticed, too, and giggled. I glanced down, the robe was gapping and both of my breasts were all but hanging there in space.

"Sorry." I told him, I didn't mean to..." I tugged again at the belt.

"It's all right." He lifted his stump and set it over sideways a bit so I could reach both sides of it. I glanced at Tom, he was just sitting there staring at us. I let my fingers drift up Brad's thigh to the bottom of his shorts, then back down. His bulge was down that same pants leg, and it was becoming enormous.

Just like in the vision I had had a couple of weeks before. Then I saw the cloth lift slightly, the head of his erection appeared partly. I could see just part of the side of it, every instinct in my body told me to reach right on up his pants leg.

I barely managed to get myself under control, stopped and stood up.

"There, does that feel better?" I asked.

"Yes, thank you." He said. I sat back down and took another sip of my wine. Tom was pouring Cindy another glass, she was getting sloppy with the way she was sitting. He went and sat back down in his chair, I noticed he kept glancing down at Cindy's fanny which was now all but out from under the hem of the T-shirt.

I got up and went into the bathroom, I didn't really need to but I wanted to know how much Tom could see of her. I looked as I came back out, Cindy didn't have anything hidden, that was for sure. She was sitting on one hip with her legs curled back, even standing I could see right between her legs.

"Hey, Cindy, you are putting on a show there." I told her.

"Oh, sorry." She reached back and tugged at the hem, it slid right back up the instant she let go.

"Oh, well, these guys have seen me already anyway." She laughed and drank some more wine.

I sat down, mildly in a huff. I looked over at Brad and opened my legs slightly, letting my robe gap open. His eyes dropped right down, I grinned at him and idly scratched my knee, opening the gap a little more. I looked over at Tom, he was now watching me. Cindy's head was nodding, I knew she didn't have long before she would be out for the evening.

I decided to go to bed, so I got up and said my goodnights. Brad went over to Cindy and managed somehow to get her to her feet, they went into his room and shut the door.

Tom came in a few minutes later. I guess I was acting upset because he asked me what was the matter.

"You kept staring at Cindy, I saw you." I accused.

"Hell, she was sitting there with her ass hanging out, what was I supposed to do?"

"It doesn't matter."

"It obviously does, besides, you were teasing up to Brad."

"I was not!" I lied.

"Yes, you were. You rubbed his bad leg and if you had done any more you would have been rubbing his dick."

"It hurts him, I was just trying to help."

"That's why you sat down and spread your legs, right?"

"I was just sitting there, it's my house!" My voice was getting louder.

Tom threw up his hands and went back out into the living room. I waited for a long time, when he didn't come back I peeked out there and he was asleep on the couch. I just went to bed.

The next morning Cindy was gone when I woke up. Tom was talking on the phone and Brad was in the kitchen making waffles.

I went in and got some coffee and sat down. Brad served me a plate so I ate. He sat down with a plate of his own. Tom came in and told us he had to run downtown, something about a delivery that didn't arrive. He gave me a peck on the cheek and left.

"I didn't mean to cause any problems." Brad said, as soon as Tom was gone.

"You didn't. It was just that Cindy was sitting there like that and Tom was staring at her."

"That's just Cindy, she is pretty sloppy when she is drunk."

"I suppose so."

"Jealous?" He grinned at me.

"No..Yes, oh hell, I don't know."

"No reason to be. Tom and I talked quite a bit after you left. He really does love you, you know."

"Then why is he interested in someone like Cindy? Why does he want me to...?" I broke it off, realizing what I was about to say.

"Tom has needs like everyone, but he is especially proud of you. He sure has reason to be, too."

"Proud of me? I am just a middle aged woman."

"You are beautiful, Sally. Absolutely beautiful. Your body is so much better than Cindy's there is no comparison."

"She is younger..and slimmer.."

"She is skinny and flat chested actually, you are all woman."

"I guess I did let you look once." I giggled.

"I loved it, I would like it if you did it again, too."

"Really? You want to look at an old woman like me?" I was teasing now.

"Yes, I would. I would stand barefoot out in the snow for a chance to see you again."

"Probably on your steel leg, right?" I laughed.

We both broke up at that, I stood up to go into the bedroom to get dressed. I took a half dozen steps, looked back at Brad and smiled. He was watching me. I felt my body shudder.

I reached up and tugged the tie at my waist, then slid the robe off my shoulders. Brad was grinning ear to ear. I was standing half turned back to him.

"Well? How is this?" I said.

"Turn around for me, Sally." He asked, a catch in his voice. I turned to face him, watched as his eyes looked me up and down. I opened my legs slightly, swung my hips forward, held the pose. I wanted him to look at me.

"Come on, I will rub that leg for you." I walked into his bedroom and sat down on the bed, the robe gathered in my lap. He was right behind me.

"Take off the leg." I told him. He reached down and unclipped it, pulled the stump loose from the boot. There was a screw embedded in his leg that kept it seated in the artificial one. I stood up, still naked as he lay back on the bed.

"Let's take these off, too." I said, reaching for his shorts. I tugged them down, he was still soft.

"Tom wants a fantasy, I am going to give him one." I said, sitting beside him and rubbing his leg. I let my hands move upwards, in just a moment I was cupping his testicles in my bare hand. They were at least twice as large as Tom's.

I stroked up and over the length of his penis, it started to stiffen. In just a couple of strokes it was fully erect, a solid 9 inches long and a complete handful.

"Off with the shirt, too." I said, tugging at it. Brad sat up, pulled the shirt over his head.

"May I?" He asked, looking at my breasts.

"Sure." He eagerly reached out and cupped first one, then the other. Then he dropped his head down and suckled one nipple into his mouth, as my hand stayed busy on his big erection.

I sat there and let him explore me, oddly I didn't feel ashamed or even nervous. I wanted him. I just lifted up and turned to face him. I reached down between my legs and guided him to my entrance, then pressed down.

Tom wanted me to fuck Brad, so I was fucking him. That flashed into my mind and then vanished as I lost myself in the size of him. I felt so full, Brad was even larger around than Ben was. I had come to realize I liked the feeling of a large cock stuffed in me. I felt myself building, then I was mashing down at him as he let go inside me. I felt my insides convulse on him and I let out a little cry.

"Sally?" I heard from outside the door. "Are you all right?"

It was Tom. I felt Brad stiffen, try to pull away but I stayed on top of him.

"Brad and I are in here! I will be right out!" I called out. There was a moment of complete silence. It had come this far, there was no going back.

I grinned down at Brad as I felt him wilt and then slip out of me. I got up and reached for my robe, then I just tossed it over my shoulder. I went out, found Tom sitting in the living room, a surprised look on his face.

"What's going on?" He asked.

I laughed, that should have been obvious.

"Brad was just comparing me to Cindy." I grinned at him.

"Really? You...you did?"

"Yes, I did. Now how are you doing, do you want some?" I reached down and tugged the snap on his pants loose as he sat there looking surprised. I pulled his cock out, it was hard as a rock, just like I suspected.

"You like threesomes, I hear. How is this?" I told him as I straddled him and slid my sloppy pussy over him. Tom let out a groan. He didn't last 60 seconds before he blasted loose inside me, too.

Tom didn't hold me that time like he usually does, I didn't mind. I slipped off of him and went into the bathroom to clean up. I got a couple of damp towels, stopped by Brad who was still sitting there on the bed. I wiped him up, left the towel, then went in to wipe up Tom. I was still naked.

"God, Sally. I didn't expect...."

"Well, you keep asking and hinting about it so I did it. It was good, too." I reached down and grabbed his pack of cigarettes, lit one. I took a puff and stuck it in his mouth, then leaned my head on his bare chest. I reached down and wrapped my hand around Tom's cock, stroked it a few times. It began to stiffen right up, my Tom never did lack in the virility department.

Brad came out, he had his clothes and leg back on. He stopped and watched for a minute.

"Hey, is everybody OK with this?" He asked, after a moment.

"Yes, everything is just fine!" I told him.

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I am sitting here in front of my computor screen, finishing this up. Tom is downtown working today. Brad came in about an hour ago, he went into his room. I took him some coffee, he was sitting at the desk working on some drawings. I had loosened my robe some to get Brad's attention.

He didn't even really look up, engrossed in his work.

I came back out and wrote some more, thinking. Then I wrote the last portion of this story.

It is a fantasy, it is in my head. Tom has made suggestions, he would like it if I was to go in and do something with Brad. At least he has mentioned it several times, when we make love especially.

Thinking about doing that excites me, I have to admit that to myself. I have to admit I really do like Brad.

Just a moment ago Brad called out, asking me if there is any more coffee. I told him I would make a fresh pot. I did, and I can hear it finishing up. I reached down and loosened the belt on my robe even more. If Brad looks up, he will see me, there is no way to miss.

The coffee is done now. I am taking a deep breath. It's time. I think I have my courage up.

I set the two cups of coffee on my desk for just a moment. I am reaching down, right now. I am taking a deep breath again. I am mildly nervous. My robe hangs loosely, I am naked underneath it. No way can he not realize.

"The coffee is ready, I will be right in." I call out.

"OK. Thanks, Sally." I hear his voice.

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Choices Ch. 02



The Choice. (The best and worst year of my life.)

Part 2.

The beginning of the year.

Note from the author.

Thank you all for your feedback. This is the second chapter of this story. It flashes between Brandon and Monica, as all these events are important to the overall tale. In the last story we saw the beginning of the union between Brandon and Monica. Now, Stella is claiming she was the one dressed as the Deviless and we see the aftermath of it.

-Foreword from Brandon-

Well, I wish I could tell you all that Monica had made up parts of this, or even exaggerated bits of it to make me, or herself look better or even to make parts of it seem less crass, tacky and tasteless but I can't. I personally don't think my cock is as big as she claims it is, or that I was as arrogant as she portrayed me, but the facts of the story are more or less true.

I want you all to understand the changes that had come over me while Monnie was off at school. Because to be honest with you, that plays a big part in why things happened like they did. Over the years I had grown tired of the name calling, the constant berating and being bullied, so I made it my mission to change it. I had to deal with enough of that bullshit from Tom on a almost daily basis so I was tired of it happening at school too.

Don't let Monnie fool you. I noticed she did leave one part of it out. While Tom did make my life a living hell since almost the day I was born, Monica wasn't much better. She was daddies little angel her whole life, and I was the annoying little kid who wanted desperately for daddy to notice him. So, she had a few nights of name calling and ridicule alongside her oh so loving father. Mother, bless her heart, always put a stop to it whenever she realized what was going on though. Through thick and thin, I could count on mom.

Now, when she left for College dad seemed to blame me. Like it was my fault she had accepted a college that was half a state away. Whenever mom was working Tom would find new ways to humiliate me. A few times he called over all the most beautiful girls in the neighborhood and then proceed to call me downstairs fresh from the shower. So, there I was, 5'9 and 295 pounds with a towel around my waist as they all laughed at the tub o. When I came downstairs one day and heard Tom berating my uncle Randy with such cruelty that mom was crying I had had enough.

I talked the couch of my high school football team to let me play the next year. My sophomore year. At first he didn't want to let me, but after I begged,yes I am not to proud to admit I begged, he allowed it. Third string offensive linemen. Then, after a summer of working out and him seeing how my body was progressing I was moved to third string middle linebacker. The first day of practice I was promoted to second string and by the end of the first week, I was one of the starting linebackers. I began to get more and more defined, and more confident when the cheerleaders started to notice me. All of Monnie's friends were out of high school so they would have no idea I learned what they saw me doing on that picnic table from two of the hottest cheerleaders on the squad.

By the time the summer of 2010 was rolling to a close, I had the body I always wanted, the confidence I realize now I deserved, a chip on my shoulder the side of Texas and a string of broken hearted high school girls in my wake. Then Halloween happened and I found myself with the hottest piece of tail I had ever seen. She did everything I ever wanted a girl to do and more. Then, when I came out of the bathroom she was gone. Just as I was about to leave the party I found her again. The beautiful goddess dressed as a devil. We danced a few more times but she wasn't as aggressive, sexy or flirtatious as I remembered, but she was interested. When the night was over we all pulled off our masks and my angel in a devil outfit was a woman who was without a doubt the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Long red hair that curled in ringlets. Blue eyes so dark and intense they looked like a endless picture of the deep blue sea. Her nose was small, but cute like something you wanted to kiss the tip of. Her lips were full, pouty and begging to be kissed. Her waist was a bit thicker then I remember and the ass was much larger, bubblier and bouncer then I remembered and I swear the woman I had slept with didn't have 38DD's but I wasn't going to complain. The two of us exchanged numbers and I went home.

-End of Foreword.-

~Brandon's story.~

I walked out of my bedroom and headed toward the bathroom for a shower and some alone time to think about everything that had happened to me over the last 24 hours, but I had no sooner entered the bathroom door when I heard the pitter patter of little feet behind me. "So this girl just comes out and says she that she was the same girl you had seen before?" Monica demanded.

"Well....yes." I replied with a little dumbfounded look on my face. "How many girls do you think were there with that outfit on?"

"There could have been more then once." Monica said with a tone that sounded defeated and a little hurt. Truth be told, I didn't understand it. "What would you do if you found out it wasn't the same girl. Would you still want this Stella girl or would you want to find the other one."

"Monica, drop it. It was the same girl." I said a little harsher then I intended and then looked up up and down the hallway. I knew what would happen if dad heard me talk that way to his little angel.

"....Just answer the question please baby br....Brandon." It sounded as if my sister couldn't call me her brother for some reason. Strange.

"Okay, I would want to find this girl okay?" I said with a little tone in my voice.

Then I heard the sound of the stampede. Dad's heavy footprints on the stairs. When he came into view his eyes were popping almost out of his head. "How dare you speak to my daughter in that tone of voice. No child of mine will put up with that kind of talking to."

I wanted to yell at him, and what am I? Chopped liver, but before I could Dad's eyes took in me in a towel and Monica wearing a little pair of silk shorts and a spaghetti strap top and his eyes seemed to budge out of his head. "Your going to stand there dressed like that in front of your sister! You pervert. You degenerate! I don't want you in this house a moment longer. Get out! Get out of my house!"

I took two steps toward him and all of the things he had done to me boiled over. I spread my arms, leaned forward until our faces were inches apart and hissed. "Fine. I am gone. I make enough money now to get my own house anyway. You know, from the business Uncle Randy paid for?"

Dad's face turned bright purple the second I mentioned my uncles name. He began to scream get out, get out, over and over again. I walked into my room and slammed the door. Quickly changed clothes and packed what clothing I wanted to bring with me, a duffel bag filled with my most prized possessions and my backpack which had all my tattoo design binders in it. I threw the door open and turned toward the stairs without looking at my dad. I couldn't. If I had seen the look of disinterest in his eyes it would have hurt too bad. Or, if I had seen the tears running down Monica's face as she mouthed "Please no" over and over it would have broken my heart.

When I got halfway down the stairs I pulled out my cell phone and hit the first number, Stella's from when I programmed it earlier. Surprised she picked up, a little buzzed but none the less. "Stella, it's Brandon. From the party? So listen, I need an elsewhere to be tonight, wanna continue our date? Good, see you in twenty."

When I got to the front door I slapped the phone closed and then slammed the door closed as hard as I could. I tossed all my bags into the backseat of my Camero and then gunned it out of the driveway. As I sped down the street I passed my mother coming home from her office party. She looked at me briefly and then I was gone.

~Monica's story.~

I stood there in shock staring at my father as I heard Brandon's car speed away. So many emotions were flooding through my mind at that moment. I should have told him. Even he felt something special when we had been together tonight. I should have told him! It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I didn't just feel satisfied, I felt loved. I could still remember the way his cock felt sliding over my tongue. The way I felt as I stretched around that thick length of flesh. All of those things seemed to crush down on me at once and I rounded on my father. "How could you say that to him? He is your son! My brother!"

"He is degenerate filth and we are better off without him." Dad snapped fiercely. Neither of us had noticed mom had come home.

She was standing on the middle of the stairs with her arms folded over her a blood soaked apron. I might add that mom went to her office party dressed as a serial killer meat butcher. Her long hair was pulled back into a sever bun and her eyes were just flat out dangerous looking. "What did you just say?" She hissed.

Dad seemed to freeze when he heard her voice and slowly turned to face her. "He was rude and disrespectful to Monica so I told him to move out. That is my final word."

"Well good thing it isn't mine. You can kiss your end of the year special blow job goodbye." Mom hissed.

"MOM!" I yelled in shock.

"And I can promise you that you will not enter me in any way again until my son is back in this house. Do you understand me Thomas?" My mother asked sternly.

"MOM! Gross!" I yelled, but neither of them seemed to notice.

"Go to bed Monica Renee Jenson" They both snapped in unison.

Now even though I was 23 years old I knew better then to argue with that tone from both parents. Anyone who claims they would react differently is lying. So, I spun on my heels and walked back into my room.

"i am going to call him and straighten this out. If you do anything to hamper me Thomas I swear to god almighty the next time you see me naked will be when we are being sponge bathed in our retirement home!" Was the last thing I heard mom shout before I closed the door.

~Brandon's Story~

When I pulled into Stella's driveway my phone lit up for the sixth time in ten minutes. Five calls from home and one from Monica's cell. Four messages. I knew everyone was okay, because if someone was hurt Monica would have texted me. I climbed out of the car and walked up to Stella's front door. Now, Stella lived in a one story ranch style house in the nice end of town. Was she rich? Her parents rich? I had no idea at this point.

I didn't even get a chance to knock when the door opened. "Hey tiger." Stella purred from the doorway. She had changed out of her costume into a lace white corset, white lace panties, a garter belt, white thigh high stockings and a pair of white hooker heels. She looked breath taking to say the least. "See anything you like?"

"Your god damn right I do!" I snarled with a fire now burning and a lump rising as my cock began to awaken.

"Then come in and show me how much." Stella whispered and held the door open.

I don't remember closing the door. The next thing I remember was her back pressed against the door and our tongues swimming around in one another's mouths. A part of ny mind whispered, too much tongue why isn't she doing it like she did before? That thought however, was gone quickly.

Stella placed a hand on my chest and pushed me gently back. One hand went to her shoulder strap and pulled the straps down on that white lace bra. The other began to pull the tight black T-shirt I was wearing up. I lifted my arms to help her and the next thing I knew we were both topless. Me, hard and chiseled from the curves of muscles and her, round and fluffed from the curves of her breasts. Though I liked the way I looked now, I liked the way she looked A LOT more.

The red haired goddess before me suddenly knelt and began to fumble with the belt of my jeans with her small fingertips. "I need to see this thing" she purred.

A eyebrow lifted suddenly and I said softly. "What do you mean? You've already seen it."

"Yea....but I need to see.....oh my god!" She was cut off mid statement when the length of my thick shaft came free of the jeans, slipped through the crease in my silk boxers and slapped her in the face. Her tiny hand raised and wrapped around the shaft and began to lift up and down. Her hand squeezed a bit harder then I like, and she stayed around the head a little more then I remember, but all and all I enjoyed it.

The next thing I felt was the warmth of a mouth wrapping around the thick red head of my cock. The little red head threw her head down with wild abandon and when she reached around the six inch mark her whole body shuttered as she choked hard.

About this time I thought that maybe my sister was right. The girl from tonight hadn't choked at nearly that length, but when she threw her head down and I felt my cock being forced into and down her throat all rational thought left my head. All I could do was growl softly in pleasure and lace my fingers through that mass of red hair.

"That's it baby, suck that cock." I snarled.

My fingers wrapped around the red locks and began to guide her. When she submitted to my tongue I let out a growl of triumph and began to move her head back and forth by the hair. Growling moans escaped me whenever I guided her back deep and entered her throat. The fact that my beautiful deviless hasn't allowed me to do this hadn't struck me yet.

The feeling of her vibrating moans around the base oh my cock went chills down my spine. When I looked down and saw her hand buried in those white lace panties I felt a familiar surging deep in my stomach. Some men claim to feel it in their balls, but I never did. I felt it deep in my stomach, the same place that hurts when your hit in the nuts. So deep in your stomach it almost feels like your back.

"That's it baby, suck that cock. I'm gonna cum and your gonna drink it all like a good girl aren't you?" I hissed.

She looked up at me with those big blue eyes and eagerly nodded. Her lips wrapped tighter around my shaft and with one final mammoth thrust I buried myself balls deep in her throat and with a rumbling growl I unloaded deep in her throat. The bursts of my seed felt like they came out in torrents and I watched as her eyes widened and little tears build in her eyes.

After a split second to calm myself down I pulled myself from her throat and she coughed in earnest and swallowed a few times to clear her throat of my spunk. When her beautiful sparking blue eyes lifted to me the look in them about made me weak in the knees. Any thought my cock had of deflating after the huge orgasm died and it sprang to renewed life. Her look was one of blind lust.

"Fuck me on the floor. Fuck me on the couch. Fuck me in my bed, but for god sakes, fuck me!" She yelled with need.

I didn't need to be told twice. I leaned down and picked up my new trophy and carried her through the house. When I found the room with pink sheets, pink curtains and little teddy bears I knew I had found her room. Like she weighted nothing I tossed her onto the bed and began to crawl up between her legs. I placed a single kiss to the center of her panty clad lips when I heard what sounded a lot like a sound of disgust.

"....Um....no lover. I don't like that." Stella whispered.

My head came up suddenly with a look of disbelief in my eyes. That's twice, how could any woman not like that?

"I don't like it.....please fuck me, I need to feel that amazing cock inside me." Stella pleaded.

The fact that I had done this hours ago and she had reacted like it was her greatest moment in life and now suddenly hated it wasn't lost on me, but if you have ever heard a woman begging you to fuck her, it tends to remove all thought from your mind. I slid up her body, not even bothering to pull off my jeans and began to rub my cock up and down the length of her lips outside her soaking panties.

"Oh god, stop teasing me lover!" Stella moaned out.

Without waiting for me she reached down and pulled the fabric of her panties. The lace slid to the side and when I pushed my hips to slid up her lip again, she arched her hips and I impaled myself inside her warm depths. The red haired goddess beneath my let out a ear piercing shriek of pleasure.

At that moment I was to lost in the feeling of that warm and wet opening I was now sliding in and out of to consider it, but in later weeks I would come to realize that Stella wasn't nearly as tight as my deviless was. Hell, even at that point I think I knew. That didn't stop me from pushing myself in a little deeper and pushing a little harder. When you can fuck a ten, you don't think.

I could feel the muscles of that tunnel gripping the length of my cock. The thick flesh now shining and slippery as it slid in and out. As I sped up I could feel as well as hear the sound of my pelvic bone hitting her own.

"Oh god, fuck me. Deeper! Give me more! Oh god it's SO DEEP!" Stella screamed.

With those screamed words her whole body seemed to seize. She went perfectly still and then like a bomb seemed to explode. She began to writhe on me those large mounds of flesh swirling around from the strength of the spasm. When she finally came down she smiled up and me, thats when I let her have it.

I grabbed both of her legs and pushed them back until her knees were touching the bottom edges of those beautiful mounds of flesh. I looked down just as I thrust forward and watched as my cock disappeared deeper into her then it had ever been before. The red headed beautiful let out another piercing wail as another orgasm ripped through her tiny frame.

By the time she had been forced into her third orgasm of the night my body was covered in a thin layer of sweat and I had four bleeding claw marks down my sides. My thrusts had become like pistons with such force my cock slamming into the wall of her womb slid her up the bed toward the headboard. When her body began to tense for her fourth her eyes locked on mine.

"Come for me baby. Fill me up with that cum." She moaned. "I am on the pill, it's safe."

I have to tell you, that was a life safer. Then is nothing that can ruin the mood for me like finding out a woman isn't on any kind of birth control. When she told me this and asked me to fill her up I leaned forward on the edges of my shoes and began to drive myself into her as hard as I could. The sound of our bodies slamming into one another filled the room around us.

"That's it, take it all like a good little girl. Oh....I'MA....I'MA...."

And with a mighty thrust I buried myself and exploded in four large spurts of cum. The amount of spunk that erupted from my cock inside her caused parts of it to begin to leak out around my cock. Exhausted, I collapsed next to her.

"Oh god baby....you were amazing." I whispered.

"You weren't so bad yourself." Stella purred. "Now, get your shoes off my bed." It surprised me how quickly she turned off the after sex bliss, but I did as she asked.

Throughout the night we had sex two more times before passing out in her bed. The next morning it would be me who was faced with choices. Do I give in and have the first morning after talk or do I leave while she slept and avoid it? The choice was simple, while she slept I left her a note explaining I had to work and I would call her later.

When my Camaro pulled into the lot where my shop was I got one hell of a surprise.

-Monica-

After Brandon left that night Me and my mother had combined to call him ten times and not one time did he answer or call them back. I knew it was my father's fault, but a bigger part of her knew it was because he was busy with Stella. For the first time in my life, adult or otherwise I felt jealousy when it came to my brother. I went to bed and fell asleep wondering why he didn't call me back.




Choices Ch. 02



I dreamed of the party that night. Of the way Brandon left as he slid over my tongue and of the way my pussy seemed to stretch in a painful but exquisite way. The way the walls of my tunnel molded to his cock, like it was meant for only me.

I awoke to the bight morning sun shining through the window and into my face. After checking to see if Brandon called and seeing he didn't I rolled out of bed. The house was quiet, mom and dad must be out. As I rolled out of bed my mind again wandered to Brandon.

"How dare he not call back. Someone could have been hurt." I fumed.

After throwing on a pair of jeans and a shirt I marched downstairs, through the garage and into my car. When I got behind the wheel and took a single look into the mirror. Even without make up I thought I was better looking then most of the girls around town, and with that thought I threw my hair into a quickly ponytail and threw the car into park.

I knew where my brother would go. The shop he had opened was his pride and joy and he usually opened it himself and allowed his apprentice to take the morning off. So, I threw the rag top on the Seabring and took off in the direction of downtown.  

-Brandon-

When my Camaro pulled to a stop in front of the shop that was my pride and joy I found myself more then a little surprised to find my sister leaning on the trunk of her car. A flash of annoyance played through my mind at that moment. As if I didn't have to see her enough at home and be reminded of how special she was, she had to come here to my sanctuary, but that faded as quickly as it came. I couldn't hold her accountable for what her father did.

"Do you have any idea how worried we have been?" She screamed as I climbed out of the drivers seat of my classic Camaro. I could see the way her eyes traveled over the lines of my chest and arms through the thin shirt. Looks like she was still getting used to the new and improved Brandon Jenson. When she reached me she stopped, cocked her foot out to the side and crossed her arms over her chest. A pose that said "Mom" so much it made me chuckle. "And what is so funny Mister?" She fumed.

"You look like Mom Monnie." I said with a little snorted chuckle. "Look I am sorry okay? When I got to Stella's....she had my complete attention okay?"

In that moment I swear I saw a hint of jealousy flash across her beautiful eyes, but it was gone as fast as it seemed to have appeared. "Look, if you want to talk, you can stay for awhile but I have to get inside. A friend is going to be here soon to finish my arm."

A pert nod was all she did so I shrugged and led her through the parking lot and into the one story shop in the square mini mall. After finishing the alarm and lights and all that opening stuff I tossed my cell onto the counter and began to prep the tables. Getting the ink plates, the guns and sanitized needles out and ready. Monica just watched in silence until the "ding" of the door announced someone.

We both glanced over to see my buddy Nathan walk in with his gear box in his hand. He gave me a smile, but seemed to become radiant when he noticed Monica and I just snorted. Nathan had had a thing for Monnie since the first day he saw her our freshman year.

"Will you get your ass over here and quit ogling my sister?" I snapped playfully.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Monica blush, but Nathan blush brighter. Now Nathan was smaller then me, but far more inked. His hair was short, dyed blood red and spiked. His lip, nose and eyebrows were pierced and was covered in ink that appeared to cover his arms and back. He was dressed in a pair of camo pants and a mesh T-shirt. Making it clear he was much smaller then me when it came to muscle definition.

I pulled off my shirt and sat back on the chair as Nathan began to unpack his work. Monica, curious, walked over and leaned down to get a look at the outline of the bicep piece I was having finished. The outline made it clear that it was a well detailed skull with snake coming out of the mouth that wrapped around my arm like a armband.

"Tasteful." She murmured with a pursed lip. "Dad is gonna hate it."

"Thank god I am not getting it for him then huh?" I said a bit harder then intended and I watched her wince. "Monnie, look. Just say what you came to say okay?"

Around the time Nathan leaned in and that gun buzzed to life Monica crossed her arms over her chest again and nodded in a huff. "Fine. Dad was a prick and mom threatened to never let him touch her again unless you come home."

"Good. Serves the prick right." I snarled. "After the way he has treated me over the years. I cannot count the number of times he hurt me as a kid."

"Hurt you?" Monica whispered, concern showing brightly in her beautiful eyes.

"Are you serious Monnie?" I snapped and went to lean forward, but Nathan snarled and shoved me back down so he could work. "Do you really think I was that accident prone? All those broken bones? Are you that blind?"

Monica stood there speechless for a moment and then sighed. "Look please? Mom and I both would really like it if you just came home."

I sat there in silence for a moment and then suddenly yelped when Nathan dug in deep and looked up at me and then shifted his eyes to Monica. With a little laugh I nodded. "Fine. My best friend, my sister and my mom all pressuring me I suppose I could do it. But, tell mom the first time Tom pulls his bullshit I am gone."

Monica actually squealed and leapt at me to give me a big hug. Nathan cursed and pulled back as her jolt had almost made him slice a line across my arm. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!"

"Fine, just get off me!" I yelled.

Monica giggled and actually wiggled her hips in my lap a bit. I wish I could tell you that this left me with a burning sensation and a hard on, but it more left me opened mouth and confused as hell. My sister had just given me a five second lap dance for Christ sakes!"

The ding again announced someone but before any of could look a female voice said in a little purr. "You mind if I join you?"

There in the door standing 5'4 with long brown hair was Monica's longtime friend Kimberly. Her tiny frame was covered by a thin sun dress that clung to the curves of her bra less breasts. They were not overly big and stayed perky without the need of a bra. The way she was looking at me, with that little hint of lush shining in her eyes brought my cock to attention. I didn't even realize at first Monica was still in my lap.

"Sorry, I saw your car Monnie and thought we could have a late breakfast." Kim said happily.

Monica quickly climbed off my lap and I knew why. I mean hell, I had been poking her in the ass, but from the flush across the back of her neck and the way she seemed to be trying to catch her breath it looked for a second like she had liked it.

Monica and Kim said their goodbyes and left and Nathan finished up. I did a couple of Tattoo's myself before Brian showed up and he did a couple with me standing there giving instructions. The guy wasn't bad, but he didn't have the same artist soul I did. Around 2 I left and told him the shop was his and close up whenever he wanted.

My return home went without fanfare. Mom cried and hugged me. Dad blatantly ignored me and Monica seemed like she had just gotten her best Christmas present. We ate dinner with very little conversation out of Tom or myself and then all parted ways for the night. I heard my mom and Tom arguing about me, but other then that it was a uneventful night.

Over the course of the next two weeks I saw Stella a half a dozen more times, but it never matched the passion of the party or the wild abandon of the night after. In short, it was nothing worth writing home about. Stella was drop dead gorgeous, but something was just missing.

Kim dropped by the house more and more often these two weeks, often finding excuses just to hang out with Monica. I figured her boyfriend just dumped her, how in the hell was I to know what the two most devious and sexy women in my life were planning?

-Monica-

Kim had been my best friend since I understood what the term meant, so when she asked me to go to a late breakfast with her I wasn't going to deny her. We took her truck because I loved the way men would look at two hot women driving a big truck. It made us chuckle every time. We decided on a little pancake joint called I-Hop and got a table in the back.

After ordering Kim began to fidget with her napkin and finally blurted out. "Monica would you hate me if I asked out Brandon?"

These words seemed to ripple inside my head and there was a clear division in my head. Part of me went, sure why not, better her then some skank but these new voice screamed NOOOOO!!! but I kept a straight face and smiled.

"Why? I thought you didn't like him?" I asked.

"Ever since that camping trip. I cannot get those images out of my head. The little blond and the sounds she was making." Her voice sounded throaty, like a purr. "I see him in a whole new light now."

Yeah, tell me about it, I thought to myself, but then she said something that would change our worlds forever.

"And you know what? I think you do too." She whispered.

I sat there in that pancake restaurant staring into the eyes of a woman who had been there for me through everything and I had yet another choice to make. Did I keep what I did a secret or tell her and risk her thinking I was some kind of freak. So, I took a deep breath and launched into the whole story. The day at home, seeing him masturbating, planning for Halloween and finally the actual party.

Kim watched and listen with her whole attention. We paused only long enough for the server to bring us our food. When I finished I looked down so I couldn't see her reaction. When she didn't have one I looked up and found my friend looking at me with a mixture of disbelief and unmistakable lust.

"Kim for fuck sake say something." I whispered.

"You actually fucked him? Your not messing with me?" Kim whispered back.

"Yes!" I hissed.

Kim let out a throaty moan that was so quiet I almost missed it and her whole body seemed to convulse and she finally whispered. "Was he as good as I think he was?"

"You don't think I am some kind of sick degenerate?" I asked in disbelief.

"Oh, I do, but that won't come between us. We have been friends for over ten years Monica and I am not about to abandon you just because you chose to love someone the world tells you that you shouldn't. Now, answer my question!" She snapped.

My eyes glazed over a bit and the breath caught in my throat. When I finally found my voice, all I could do was whisper. "He was that good and more."

Kim's eyes blazed and she leaned over the table to make sure no one could hear her. "You have to help me get him Monnie. Please, if only just once."

A slow smile crept over my lips and I nodded. Then Kim leaned back and we both ate with strange little self satisfied smirks on our lips. Over the next two weeks Kim came over everyday just to try and get into a situation where she could seduce Brandon but every time Brandon seemed to have a free moment he was rushing off to meet the bitch.

So, finally Kim came walking into my room and threw her arms up into the air. "He is going out with her, AGAIN!"

"Kim, don't worry we will find a way to make this happen." I assured her.

"I have an idea, but you may not like it." Kim said desperately.

"Tell me." I whispered.

And she did. And by god, it was a good one. I was a little jealous I had not thought about it first.

-Brandon-

I arrived back home at just before midnight. Nathan had celebrated his one thousandth tattoo with a huge party and how was I going to tell him I wasn't going to come? When I got home I found a note from mom telling me that her and dad would be going out of town. A family reunion or high school reunion or something. So, I made my way upstairs, still more then a little buzzed and crawled into bed.

I was just about to doze when I felt pressure on the bed on either side of me. My eyes snapped open to find Stella in her Deviless costume straddling me. The Costume was black and her face was covered by the same mask as before. Her hair looked lighter then Stella's, perhaps blond or brown. "Stella baby, get off me?"

The deviless leaned down and put her face right next to my ear. "There were two women at that party with this costume on sexy."

I tried to think straight, but I could feel the feeling of those fishnet stockings on my bare calves and the heat of that moist center through the panties on my boxers. I was just about to scoff and play along with her until I leaned up and began to kiss down her throat. When I got to the point where I should feel her breasts on my chin I felt nothing and looked down. These were not 38DD's.

When I looked up and locked eyes with this woman I noticed that the eyes shining back at me were a deep brown color, almost like molten gold. This wasn't Stella. The deviless only nodded and kissed me deep. I tried to fight the urge to kiss her back, but Stella and I were not exclusive and this woman was claiming to be the girl thing so I kissed her back.

My hands slid down to her hips and began to drag her up and down my stiffening cock and she began to moan into the kiss. I had no idea that from the shadow of my doorway, Monica stood there with her nightie on and her eyes shining with intensity.  

The deviless broke the kiss and breathed heavily into my neck. "Please, I need you to taste me. Please baby lick my pussy."

"But I thought you didn't like that?" I asked a little shocked.

"I don't, but I want to give it to you. Please baby, I need you." the deviless whispered.

"Who am I to tell a girl no? Come on and seat it up here." I purred.

The little deviless scrambled up my body and sat down on my face facing my feet. With one hand I pulled those black panties to the side and the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen seemed to smile out at me. It was shaved bare and so wet the lips were parting on their own like a flower trying to bloom.

When my tongue touched those lips she moaned softly and leaned forward. I felt her hands hit the mattress and I felt a mouth engulf my throbbing cock. The mouth was talented and choked very little as it bobbed up and down with such urgency.

As I slid my tongue into her depths I heard her squeal out, but the mouth was still on my cock. If that was strange I didn't show it. My tongue drove deeper into her depths before sliding out and dancing over her clit. The deviless above me convulsed and screamed out as she rode my face to a thundering orgasm. Though her screams I could still feel the mouth deep throating me. My god, this was a talented woman.

I heard my deviless seeming to hiss commands to herself and the mouth left my cock. With a audible groan I began to lift my hips up looking for it. I felt fingertips on my cock but they were nothing like Stella. These were gentle and gave my cock a loving caress then disappeared.

"Shhh, don't worry lover. I got something else in mind for you." the deviless whispered.

The woman slid down my chest and spun herself around. One fluid motion I saw those black panties fly across the room. What touched my cock then was the tightest pussy I had ever felt in my life. She pushed down hard and I could feel the lips parting around the head of my cock. When the head finally popped past the entrance she let out a whimpering moan.

"My god, your so thick." She whispered.

"Maybe your just tight." I said through clenched teeth.

Now, for any of you who haven't been engulfed by something that was that tight. It was like being in a vice and the sheer pleasure of it makes you want to cum then and there, but after some thoughtful moments spent on football scores I found myself finally buried hilt deep in this woman she shuttered and I felt her warmth gush down my pelvic bone as she screamed in orgasm.

After she had come down from her orgasm her hips began to work. She didn't rise and fall like Stella would have, she worked her hips forward and backwards. Dragging her clit across my pelvic bone and pulling the length of my cock in and out slowly.

Her moans echoed around the room as she rided back and forth. When I couldn't handle anymore I grabbed her hips and rolled toward the wall. She gasped in shock and her golden eyes shined from beneath me. Her mouth opened to say something, but only a moan came out as I pulled it out to the head and shoved it back in hard.

"OH GOD! I think I love you!" She moaned.

I let out a little chuckle and quickened my pace. Stella clawed at this point, but my deviless only held her legs wide apart and wrapped her arms around my neck. She held on for dear life as I pounded the length of my cock in and out. She came again with a whimpering moan, it wasn't explosive, but it hit so suddenly she could only whimper helplessly.

She tried to roll back into control, but I braced on my knee and refused to allow her. Her eyes looked up at me and thats when I began to pound her. I buried the full length of my cock inside her with every stock and stared into her widened wonder filled eyes.

All she could do was hold on as I drove into her warmth again and again. I felt her walls become a mass of quivering flesh as one orgasm seemed to melt into another and finally with a almighty roar I buried myself to the hilt and with a growl I let out a torrent of cum into her depths.

After a few seconds of the only sound in the house being our labored breathing she kissed me softly and whispered.

"Thank you Brandon. You were....like a dream."

I blinked in shock at that statement and when she asked me to move I allowed her up. The deviless slid to the edge of the bed and looked back at me.

"Close your eyes." She whispered.

"Why, gonna give me another surprise?....why didn't you tell me you weren't Stella?" I asked.

"I just did lover. Now close your eyes." When I looked like I wanted to argue she smiled faintly and whispered. "Please baby?"

With a sigh I closed my eyes and asked.

"Why am I doing this?"

But only silence greeted me. I asked it again, but again only sounded returned. When I opened my eyes she was gone. I threw the covered back and stood up. To hell with the big wet spot on my boxers! I ran down the stairs in time to see Monica closing the front door. She looked up at me and I blushed.

"Why are half naked girls in costumes running from the house at 2 in the morning?" She asked irritated.

"....I don't know." I answered and turned to return to my room.

That night I wish I could say I got to sleep but I couldn't. Thats twice this woman had rocked my world. Both times were....different, but equally wonderful and neither of them were Stella. What was I going to do? I had a choice to make.

-Monica-

I stood by my brothers bedroom door and watched Kim getting the fucking of her life with a little smile on my face. I would get the Dildo I bought after what Brandon I did out later and handle myself, but these two looked so special together. Kim had agreed that while she rode his face, I could take him in my mouth again, at least I had that.

When I heard him growl in orgasm I knew that was my moment. I turned and walked down the stairs and when I heard Kim running down the hallway I opened and closed the door. When Brandon appeared on the stairs I turned to him and snapped.

"Why are half naked girls in costumes running from the house at 2 in the morning?"

I watched Brandon with a little smile touching the corners of my lips. He had no idea Kim and I had planned this whole thing. He stammered "I don't know" and then retreated to his room. I walked back upstairs and into my room to find Kim wearing only a shirt staring at me with a glow in her eyes.




Choices Ch. 02



Gently I closed the door and walked to her. She threw her arms around my neck in a hug and laughed softly.

"It worked! It actually worked. Thank you so much for letting me do that!"

"No problem babe." I whispered and hugged her back.

Kim pulled back and her eyes seemed to take on a sinister look.

"We both know this Stella woman. She was in our class. She's hurtful, full of herself and always ends up cheating. Brandon deserves someone better then her!" She hissed.

"Someone like you?" I demanded with crossed arms and then blushed. "Sorry, I know I can't....be with him like that."

"We can figure all that out....after we end them." Kim insisted with a smile.

The next few weeks were definitely going to be interesting.



Choices Ch. 02



"Why are you so quiet?" He slurred half drunkenly, ten minutes into the twenty minute drive that would take us to our temporary home. My nerves were already in a state of panic from him refusing to give me the keys despite his drunken state.

"After what you did, do you really think I have anything to say to you?" I asked through clenched teeth. I'd decided earlier in the evening to keep my mouth shut to avoid an argument, like I usually did. Plus the guilt of what I'd done weighed heavily on my heart as well, but the callousness he exhibited by even bringing himself to ask that question, triggered my immediate and confrontational response.

"What?" he asked innocently. Out the corner of my eye, I caught his indifferent shrug in the light of the glowing dash board.

"You know John." I bit coldly, "I've known since the day we were married that you run around on me. That doesn't surprise me. I knew you were a fucking dog when I married you. But to do it in front of me... To think it's okay to make me watch... That's a level of cold, heartless, thoughtless, wrong that I don't deserve and won't live with." I said honestly, staring at the road ahead of me, not trusting myself to look at him.

"Oh you won't live with it? Really?" He replied in that cold superior tone I'd come to both dread and hate over the years. It didn't surprise me a bit when he pulled the truck off onto the side of the road, pulled it into neutral and stomped the emergency brake. 

I wasn't stupid, I knew that an apology would probably smooth things over but in that moment, I was so sick and tired of apologizing. I was so tired of being a door mat to him. I was exhausted with doing everything he asked and demanded in an attempt to be 'the prefect woman'. As he staggered slowly around the front of the truck, I knew that things would not end nicely. 

I found myself tensing as he easily pulled the door open and grabbed my arm so hard that I thought the bones would break under his fingertips. He spun me to face him once he'd dragged me from the truck. I didn't bother putting up even a token protest as I felt his back hand come down hard across the side of my face, cutting the corner of my lower lip. I'd been so prepared for the strike, that my face didn't budge at all. I think that probably inflamed the situation a little more.

"Bitch..." he growled as his free hand wrapped its fingers ineptly around my neck. "I will tell you what you will and won't live with." I remember thinking how his slur was far less noticeable when he was angry. 

I couldn't have stopped the smile that crossed my lips any more that I could have stopped the sun from rising. "Bitch?" I questioned interestedly. "You hit like a fucking bitch." I laughed, despite the fact that I was already beginning to taste the salty flavor of blood seeping into my mouth from my swelling lip. I seen more than felt his clenched fist coming toward my face beneath the dim street light.

That's also all I remember up until some hours later when I woke up cold, soaked with rain, and lying in a ditch just off the highway. I sat up in a dazed state for a few moments, desperately trying to gather my befuddled thoughts and recall the nights event. Shock that he would leave me like that was the biggest thought that weighed on me, until I started taking account of my appearance. 

I couldn't piece together much. My blouse was torn open, one of my boots was lying a few feet away and my pants were only still covering one leg, my panties were no where in sight. That realization frightened me more than anything. Wondering if my husband was the reason my woman hood hurt so, or if a stranger had come along while I was unconscious and took liberties with me. 

I saw my purse lying a few feet away from me caked in rain and mud. I laid back on the ground and stretched to reach it, I was in far too much pain to get to my feet just then. I dug out my cell phone praying that the water hadn't soaked through and damaged my phone. A painful sigh of relief slipped through my busted swollen lips as my screen lit up ready for service. 

Instinctively, I dialed my parents number, never mind the fact that they were three hours away from me. All of my friends and family were. I didn't want to have to spend the next three plus hours out freezing in the rain waiting for some one to come that far. 

Then another thought occurred to me. I couldn't call my parents. My finger froze on the send key. I couldn't let my father see me in the state I was in. I was his baby girl. If he had any clue how my husband treated me, my father would have been in prison years before that moment. 

I'm still a little fuzzy on how the small white receipt with Hailey's number on it caught my attention laying on top of my other belongings, but it did. My hands trembled violently from the cold, the pain, and the anxiety of calling what amounted to a total stranger to ask her to come to my rescue. What she blew me off? I was scared, alone, and hurt, the chance seemed worth taking. 

It stunned me, even to this day, how the sound of her breathing a sleepy 'hello' into the phone stilled the panic in my heart and mind. In that one moment, it was like every bad thing, thought, feeling, everything just disappeared and was placed with an odd sense of calm. It took a second for me to catch my breath enough to speak.

"Hey, um I know this is probably the strangest call you're going to get..." I breathed, surprised that my voice, though cracking, didn't sound too different than usual considering the circumstances. 

"Cara?" she breathed, you could almost hear her bolting up in the bed with excitement. "I honestly didn't think you would call." she said honestly, the school girlish excitement in her voice making the butterflies that already filled my stomach go into over drive.

"I know that I'm asking a lot considering that you and I don't know each other all that well. But I kind of need a ride." I said, trying to suppress a cry as I sat up and felt a sharp stabbing pain in my side. 

"I'll take you any where you want to go." she said sweetly, as I heard her moving about her room opening and closing drawers, getting dressed. "Where are you Baby?" she asked softly.

"I'm not really sure." I frowned. "I don't know the name of the high way."

"Wait... What?" she questioned confusedly. "Why are you on a high way?"

"It's a really long story Hailey." I breathed not knowing why I digressed from telling her the truth. If she came to get me, she was going to see the truth in blue and black marks all over me. "I'm pretty sure though that it's the high way that runs out front of the club heading towards Irwinton."

"Okay." she said slowly allowing the word to draw out screaming her uncertainty. "I think I'm about 15 minutes from you, I'm getting in the car now." her voice sounded grave and almost protective. "So you have 15 minutes to tell me a long story, so you don't have to do it when I get there."

"I'd rather not talk about it." I whimpered, tears flooding down my puffy cheeks. Finally the dam of tears I'd been fighting for a while burst.

"Okay Baby." her voice soothed as I heard her engine blaring to life in the back ground. "It's okay. We don't have to talk about it. Just tell me that you're okay." she pleaded.

"I'm okay." I lied in between heart wenching sobs. 

"Are you hurt Cara?" she asked softly.

"Not too bad." I replied, not too sure of how honest I was being. Moving slowly, I began to reassemble and right my clothing as much as possible with the rips in the fabric. She heard my distressed whimpers though I tried to keep them at bay.

"It doesn't sound like you're okay." she pointed out, her voice thick with concern. "I'm driving as fast as I can Cara." she assured me, I'm not sure who she was trying to reassure more though, me or herself. I'd never been so relieved to see a set of head lights as I was when she finally breathed a sigh of relief. "I think I see you Baby."

"I see your head lights." I attempted to smile but the pain of doing so was just far too much. I tried to struggle to my feet as she pulled off the high way. I started as I heard her car door slamming, the waves of nausea as I tried to rise, had me falling right back onto my knees as she raced over to my side. 

"Oh my God Cara." was all she could choke out as she knelt next to me and eased her arms around my waist to help me to my feet.

"It's not as bad as it looks." I laughed dismissively, leaning into her for a few seconds waiting for the world to stop spinning. "I'm gonna get your car all muddy." I sighed as she led me to the passenger side and opened the door for me.

"Damn the car. I'll have it cleaned." she smiled as she sat me down and leaned over me to buckle me safely into place. The warmth of car was such a drastic change from the cold rain, that it was hard for me not too slip into an exhausted slumber as she drove. "I want you to come home with me Cara." she said, explaining where she was taking me.

"A hotel is fine." I yawned despite reopening my the cut on my lip. 

"That doesn't work for me." Hailey said firmly. "I think you should go to the hospital first Cara."

"No hospital either Hailey. I'm fine." I snapped unintentionally. The idea of a hospital and having to tell people what happened to me, when I wasn't even sure myself, made me far more anxious than anything else ever had.

"Cara..."she started to argue until she felt my hand on her bare thigh. 

"Please don't okay." I pleaded, turning to stare at her through the low lights her dash and radio provided. She's come out in the middle of a torrential down pour, wearing very short cut offs and a sports bra. I cursed my aching body for the sudden dampness I felt rushing to my painfully throbbing pussy. "Ah hell. I'm getting you all muddy." I frowned chastising myself as I moved to withdraw my hand. 

"Leave it." she smiled laying her hand atop of mine, stilling it against her warm smooth thigh. "I have a shower." she said pointedly as she pulled into a suburban driveway of what I assumed was her home. "Come on, let's go getcha cleaned up so I can see that beautiful face instead of all that dirt." she suggested as she put the car in park.

"Yes ma'am." I said, getting out of the car on my own and following her path inside. I didn't pay much attention to the living room as we passed through it as she led me through the master bedroom into the bathroom. The big garden tub that sat in the center of the bathroom looked so inviting as she leaned down to plug the stopper and adjust the temperature of the water. 

"Get out of those muddy clothes." she demanded, turning to me and waiting expectantly. For a moment I stood some what stunned by her request. "Are you going shy on me or do you need help?" she asked as though trying to keep the maternal concern from her voice.

"I think I'm going to need help." I lied, knowing full well that if I'd set my mind to it, that removing my clinging soaked clothes would be a chore but not an impossible task.

"I was hoping you would say that." she said with a content sigh and a smile that lit up the room. I watched her cross the room with such confidence and grace. The soft sway of her hips made me completely forget any pain or discomfort that my body felt. "We're going to have to get you some more clothes." she breathed with a soft sympathetic smile as she slipped the tattered remains of my blouse off of my shoulders slowly.

"I have clothes at home." I said dumbly, feeling really painfully inadequate in her presence.

"Yeah?" she questioned, her breath catching noticeably as she undid my bra and let it slip from my breasts to the floor forgotten. Her fingertips grazed slowly over my breasts to slip down to the waist band of my jeans. "They aren't going to do you much good." she said pointedly.

"Why is that?" I asked, swishing my hips to aid her as she knelt to tug my jeans off my hips more aggressively than I think she'd intended.

"What the hell?" She asked as I dutifully stepped out of the pants that were pooled at my ankles. "Why is there mud on you... Under your jeans?" she questioned knowingly. I'd never seen such a fire in a woman's eyes before, but the anger that resided in hers was very obvious.

"I don't know." I lied, looking away evasively. I didn't want to talk about what I didn't know and what I had no memory of. I just wanted to get sink down into the warm steaming water and pretend that I wasn't in the boat that I was in.

"Liar." she frowned, rising to survey my naked muddy body with a half satisfied smile. "I suppose you'll tell me when you're ready to talk about what happened tonight after you left the club. Hop in the tub Baby, I'm gonna go find you something to sleep in." she smiled warmly, pausing before leaving the room to watch me slip stiffly into the tub.

Relaxing my exhausted body down into the warmth of the water, was the nearest to heaven I'd come since leaving the club. I felt the gritty mud melting away from my skin and my aching muscles began to loosen. Even the sound of Hailey returning to to room wasn't enough of a distraction to make me move to look up. Feeling her foot separate my thighs as she stepped into the tub with me definitely got my attention though.

"I figured since you needed help undressing that you would probably need help bathing too." she shrugged innocently, as she knelt down into the water between my legs, facing me. For a moment, I was stunned into a mind frozen silence.

"I think you're right." I was finally able to choke out as she leaned over me to reach for the body sprayer that was mounted behind my head. Again, she carefully adjusted the temperature of the water. "Close your eyes." she demanded softly, trying now to focus on the feel of my hands moving slowly from her hips up over her narrow waist.

I did as she asked. My hands strayed further up her body, taking in the feel of her soft silky skin beneath my palms and fingers. Her sharp gasp of interest as my hands found her breasts made my body come to life. Focusing on the feel of her fingertips gently washing away the layers of grime from my hair, my thumbs lightly rolled her pert little nipples teasingly. I wanted them between my lips more than I'd ever wanted anything else in my life.

"You aren't making the task of getting you cleaned up very easy." she teased breathlessly as she rinsed the lavender scented shampoo from my hair.

"Should I stop?" I asked, giving her breasts a firm wanton squeeze for good measures as she slipped the sprayer back into place.

"Please don't." she breathed sweetly as her damp hands cupped my cheeks, her fingers lightly rubbing across my dirt and bruise covered skin. "I just don't want to hurt you any more than you already are." she voiced her concern so gently that it was almost heart breaking.

"Well aren't you a sweet heart." I sighed, letting my hands slip from her breasts as she sat down on her firm ass in the water, her knees bent and her feet on either side of my hips. My hands started caressing her smooth thighs as she lathered up a soft pink sponge. 

"Let's see how much of this color is bruising and how much is mud." she grimaced as she began to bathe my face and neck cautiously. 

"I'm not sure I want to know." I admitted, as she worked the sponge down over my neck and across my shoulders. 

"No Honey. You really don't." she sighed, the pity in her voice made me regret calling her and involving her in the chaos that was my life. "You need to let me call the police and take you to the hospital." she coaxed softly as my hands rested lazily curled around her legs.

"None of that is necessary." I frowned, studying the soft worry lines on her face. "Stop that." I chided, running my fingers from the lines in her forehead down to the wrinkle of her high aristocratic button nose. "You're gonna cause yourself to have premature wrinkles." I teased, hearing the tired sluggishness in my voice. 

"I don't care." she said honestly, forcing herself to make quick business of the rest of my sponge bath. It almost hurt my feelings how, though thorough, her hands seemed especially business like as she bathed my lower regions. I'd truly expected a little more interest. "Stand up." she ordered, pulling the stopper from the tub.

"Yes Ma'am." I sighed, doing as she'd asked. A soft content sigh slipped from me as she once again turned on the body massager shower head and rinse any excess dirt and body wash from me and her own luscious curves. I couldn't help but think that to an onlooker, the scene would have looked oddly like the build up to an 80s porn. Less the horrid music.

"I think it's official..." she pouted "the color was definitely more from bruising." she said gravely, wrapping a plush towel around my suddenly shivering body.

"I'm okay." I forced a half hearted smile, closing my eyes against the sympathetic expression on her face. I couldn't stand her pity. The war of emotions that played in her her face, in her eyes, made me want to fall apart and that was the last thing I wanted. 

"So you keep telling me." she smiled, stepping out of the tub to slip directly into a satin wrapper with out the benefit of first drying the rivulets of water that trailed down her bronze skin. "You look so exhausted." she said seriously, watching as I used the towel to dry off gently patting the painful areas before re wrapping it around me.

"It's already day light." I laughed, noticing the sun peeking shyly through the bathrooms bay windows. I felt more than saw her taking my hand. I followed as she led me back into the master bed room. "Nice." I smiled looking at an over-sized t shirt she had laid out on the bed for me to sleep in.

"It was one of the remnants from my ex room mate." she laughed amusedly. "Best I could do on such short notice." she smiled as she slipped the black cotton shirt over my head and arms and pulled it down as the towel slid to the floor. "You're freezing." she pointed out as she threw back the covers on the queen bed. "Climb in." she smiled.

"Yes ma'am." I yawned, lying down on the soft pillow top mattress and snuggle into the pillow like a sated cat. My heart ached as she tucked me in so lovingly. "Where you going?" I asked catching her hand as she turned as though to leave.

"I'm going to sleep in the guest room." she explained softly.

"I wish you wouldn't. I would prefer it if you laid down and slept with me." I said honestly, trying to keep from sounding too needy or clingy, and hating that I sounded both.

"Honey..." she sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. Tenderly, she ran the back of her hand over my swollen purple cheek. "You're hurt and you need to rest. And I don't honestly believe that I can lay in this bed and hold you all night and not want to make love to you. I know that makes me sound horrible and selfish. But I am so much more attracted to you, even with all the marks, than I've ever been to any one else I've ever laid eyes on."

Thoughtlessly, I tugged her down fully onto the bed next to me and covered her lips with mine. Despite the pain of my lip reopening, I kissed her with every ounce of passion I could manage at the moment. As her tongue began to dance softly against mine, I pushed the covers down and drew her body fully against mine. Her soft moan as my arms snaked around her had me damp and eager. The feel of her hands on my waist had me tugging at the neck line of her wrapper ineptly.

"Cara..." she breathed against my lips, easing away slightly, pressing her forehead to mine as if needing a minute to catch her breath.

"Yes?" I questioned, ignoring her hesitance to slip the satin off her shoulders and down to her elbows to free her breasts to rub lightly against my own with each trembling ragged breath she took.

"I don't want to hurt you. You're covered in bruises. I don't know what happened to you tonight... I don't want to make things worse. I don't want to put you in any more pain than you're already in." she said honestly even as her body squirmed closer to mine, straining to get closer to me. 




Choices Ch. 02



"I'm not in pain Hailey." I lied. "Okay I take that back... I am. But it's from wanting you to touch me." I found myself pleading. 

To be continued...



Choices Ch. 02



 Hello everyone. Here is Chapter 2 of Choices. I certainly hope you enjoyed Chapter One and that you truly enjoy the continuation of the tale. Thanks again to Jim for helping me with the plot and keeping me on track.

It is self-edited, so any mistakes are my own. But please don't let any errors you may find distract from the story. 

Please read and comment. Your thoughts are welcomed and I really want to know what you think. So now, on to the story "Choices, Chapter 2".

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After Stephen left, Tom now knew the real truth of his smug brother's secret.

He had a bit on the side, and wanted him to make up a lie to help save his marriage.

Tom was a lot of things, but he wasn't going to fabricate a lie to Terri about Stephen and his affair. In fact, he wanted Terri to know the truth for two reasons: one, he had very strong feels now for her, and two, having made love to her, he wanted her to be with him.

Finally,  the Golden Boy would be seen as what he really was, a liar and a cheat. He may be a lot of things, and could be a real bastard, but a cheater was one thing he was not. He would never treat a woman the way Stephen had treated Terri. 

Soon others would learn that he could be a real nasty when someone put him out. But one thing about Tom, as hard and nasty as he was, he never in all his life hurt a woman. He had a fierce reputation and never back away from a fight, but he'd give his life to protect the woman he loved. In fact he loved to fight, being a real hard nut, so different from his brother Stephen in every way. But, he'd do whatever it took to keep his love ones safe.

He may not be the best looking or the smart one in dress or brains, but he respected and loved all women. He would never try and string two women along while he decided which on he really wanted.

Being shy, he didn't date often, but when he did, the women left knowing they were safe and would be protected and any needs they had would be met. He took pride in being able to satisfy women, because being very well endowed, with a nine inch thick cock, he knew how to please a woman. 

He'd make sure she came first before he did, making his climax even the more worthwhile. The few women that he did date knew he was great in bed, so after being with him once, they never refused him after fucking the first time.

But Terri wasn't like the women he dated. She was special. She meant so much more to him. He had always had feelings for her, and a few days ago, making love with her solidified those feelings. He knew he could satisfy her and make her happy. She deserved to be happy and not be with a selfish, neglectful man that wanted to string her along.

Tom now wanted her for his own, and nothing was about to stop him making her happy. He knew she was probably devastated from her discovery the night before and that she was feeling quite sad at finding out what she thought was her perfect marriage was a sham. 

Tom was no angel but he never made himself out to be anything other than what he was. What you saw is what you got. But one thing with Terri he never once fucked her without making her cum first every time.

That was to him so very important, as it was with what every woman he fucked. But Terri was something more to him and he had to get over there and make sure she was alright. He loved her and if given the chance, he'd cherish her for the rest of her life.  

He also realized she felt guilty for being with him. She might forgive Stephen because of what happened between them. But, Stephen didn't satisfy her. He made her unhappy.

Tom got up dressed and called in to his job. He took the day off because, something more important had come up. He had to take care of his woman. 

Stephen, downhearted and racked with guilt, made his way home. Terri was still in bed, so he decided to make breakfast for them. Soon Terri woke up to the smell of breakfast cooking. Donning a robe, she joined her husband in the kitchen.

At first neither one spoke, they just looked at each other.

"She's no one. And it was a onetime thing." Stephen stated solemnly. "I'm sorry, Terri. I love you and I don't want to lose you. Please, don't leave me."

Terri was speechless. She couldn't hold this against him because she'd done the same thing. She'd had a onetime fling that meant nothing. She had to forgive him this.

At least that's what she told herself. No man had ever made her feel the things Tom did. No man had ever been as attentive as he was to her. Her pleasure was his ultimate goal and he didn't allow himself to cum until she'd climaxed multiple times.

Then the way he held her afterwards. He held her so close, and told her she was perfect and beautiful. Tom made her feel safe. Tom would never hurt her like this. But, Tom was not her husband, Stephen was. He made a mistake and she had to forgive him.

As she was pondering, the phone rang. Stephen stood to do the dishes while she took the call.

As much as Tom wanted to call Terri and tell her what Stephen was up to, he didn't want to hurt her more that he knew she'd would already be hurting. He picked up the phone and called his brother's home, breathing a sigh of relief when Terri picked up. He heard Stephen speaking in the background as he spoke to her and wished he was there to knock him out. 

"Terri, it's Tom. Are you alright?" Tom asked breathing heavily.

"I'm fine. Tom, I don't' want-" she started to explain when Tom cut across her.

"He came to me and asked me to lie for him Terri. You don't have to stay with him. He's a liar and a cheater. Terri, listen, I know you love him, but baby he's not good for you." Tom expounded in one big breath.

"Tom, please. He's my husband and I'm no saint. If he found out..." Exhaling Terri decided to end the call. "Tom, you promised, Please, don't say anything. I'll come by later and we can talk then. OK, just please.. don't say."

"Terri, I'm here." Tom whispered.

"Tom" Terri sighed softly, fighting back tears. "We'll talk later. I've got to go. Bye."

He could tell from her tone that she was hurting, and his heart broke for her. After reassuring her that he was there for her, she then ended their conversation, hanging up the phone.

Stephen walked in as she was hanging up. "Who was that?" He asked wondering who'd call his wife so early as jealousy reared its ugly head.

"Just Tom, he said you'd stopped by his place and he wanted to see if I was alright." Terri answered as she rose from the sofa to go dress for the day.

Fear gripped his heart.  What did Tom say to her? Did he tell her about April?She wasn't kicking him out, so Tom hadn't told her everything, not anything really.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Stephen suggested. "I'm not going into the office today, so let's spend it together."

"No, Stephen. I know she's more than a coworker. You lied, but you're my husband and we'll talk, but today I need time for me. So go to work. We'll talk when you get home." Terri declared.

Stephen didn't really want to go, but he'd respect her wishes and give her some time. As Terri came out of their bedroom, Stephen looked at his wife. She was a good woman and didn't deserve what he'd done. 

Then he thought of April, and the love and trust she had for him. April was like a breath of fresh air. She made him feel like a man. Not that Terri emasculated him, quite the opposite. She never commented one way or another, although she was his wife.

Soon he was leaving and he move to kiss Terri as he walked out the door, but she pushed him away. Once he'd driven away from the house, he called April. 

"Hello, Stephen. Baby, I miss you." April gushed over the phone.

Smiling, Stephen replied, "Baby, I miss you too. What are you up to today?" 

"Oh, nothing much. I have classes and then Mama wants me to have lunch with her. Then I'm gonna study a while before going out with Jasmine."

"OK, baby, sounds good. I'm reporting in at the office now. I'll call back later today alright." Stephen told his young lover. "April, I love you. Never doubt that." He said at the end of their talk, then blew her a kiss and hung up.

Terri had a stop to make and she didn't have much time. She questioned her wisdom in driving to the apartment complex, but she knew this was the only way she'd see him. He never came to their house unless he was explicitly invited.

She walked up to his door and rang the bell.

"Who is it?" a gruff voice called out.

"Tom, it's me, Terri. We need to..." he was pulling her into his apartment before she could finish her sentence.

Holding her close, he had no intention of ever letting go. Like him, Tom's apartment was a bit messy, but Terri realized she liked the mess. She took a moment and relaxed in his embrace. He loved this woman and would hold her in his arms to make her feel it. It wasn't just the sex with her, because he cared for her far more than he would let on .

"Oh God Terri, I can kill him for doing this to you, the selfish bastard. How can he even think that-" stopping mid-rant, he kissed her. He gently tasted her lips praying she could feel his love in that kiss. To his surprise Terri responded, kissing him back just as fiercely. Then he felt her pushing against his chest. 

"Tom, stop. This isn't right. Stop." Terri pleaded with him.

"Why? Terri, tell me the truth. How do you feel about me? I know you think I'm disgusting, and a slob, but yet you come to life in my arms. Where do I stand?" Tom asked, his heart beating erratically in his chest.

"Tom, I don't think that... I mean, I just wish you took better care of yourself. You're my brother and I love you like a brother-" Tom cut her off.

"Bullshit Terri, a brother!" Tom scoffed. "You love me like a brother. Well then you must be into incest because I don't think you'd fuck your brother the way you did me. Your brother couldn't make you cum like I did. Baby, I might be many things, but I am not your brother. I can't stand by and let him do this to you." He fumed

Terri reached up instinctively and caressed his cheek. She didn't want to upset him. It bothered her that he was upset. Her concern for Tom caused her pause. When did she start thinking of him as more than what he was. It started before their tryst.

He looked at her and she'd melt. He was chubby, a terrible dresser, and ate whatever he wanted. He was not afraid to be himself and that attracted her more than anything. But she had a husband. His brother was her husband and that was a line she should have never crossed.

Unfortunately she had, and now she found that she didn't want to give this man up. 

She should hate Stephen, but secretly she was relieved. It seemed as if she wasn't the only one living a lie.

"Tom," she whispered. "We can't be together. I have to work on my marriage."

Tom encircled her waist in his arms. He began nibbling on her neck. Terri knew she was fighting a losing battle and the only way to stop was to get away from this man.

Pushing him away, Terri stepped back and really looked at him. In his own way Tom was handsome. But she was married, and she wanted to try to save her marriage.

"Tom, I won't deny that I want you. You did things to my body that...ummmm!' Terri turned away as her cunt swelled at the thought of him fucking her. "Oh God!"

"I have to try to see if I can save what I have left with my husband." She finished.

"Baby, he has another woman. You know that. He's no good and he doesn't satisfy you." Tom whispered.

"If I sleep with you again, then I'm no good too. How is what he did any worse than what I've done?" Terri explained. "Besides he said it only happened once. I can forgive him for once."

Tom knew the truth. Stephen's affair wasn't just a onetime fling. He actually lived with the other woman. That was his second home. He was in love with April, and planned to be with both women lying if he had to so they wouldn't find out the truth.

Tom opened his mouth to tell her, but couldn't. He couldn't hurt her that way. He had to find a way to cushion the blow when it did hit. 

"Terri, I don't-" Tom exhaled slowly. "Terri, I know I'm not much to look at, but I have deep feelings for you. He doesn't deserve you." Then turning her to face him he kissed her. The touch of Tom's lips on hers set her body ablaze.

Instant fire ignited, her crotch drenched at the taste of him. She needed him. She needed to feel him filling her, making her whole. Her body recalled how well he'd loved her less than a week ago. 

She wanted him. She wanted to be with him and even though it was wrong, her body knew who it wanted, Tom.

"No, no" Terri said aloud as she made her way to the door. "I can't be around you right now. It's wrong. I need to fix things with Stephen." And she turned to run away.

"Terri, we will be together again. You know this, but I won't pressure you. He's not good for you." He said, before she rushed from his apartment.

"Terri, Terri!" Tom called at her retreating form. "Baby, I'm here." 

Terri made it to her car, heart racing, cunt leaking, body craving the man she'd just ran from. She looked back at the apartment and saw him standing in the door. She couldn't deny her need. She needed Tom, the one man that had ever satisfied her.

With her desire leading her, Terri walked back to his waiting arms from her car and he quickly embraced her and led her back into the safe haven of his small home.

Kissing her frantically, Tom started pulling at her clothes ripping the buttons from her blouse . Unclipping her bra, Tom caress and suckled on her huge breast, his lips latching onto her long hard nipples. Her arousal so pronounces that Terri could not contain her groans of ecstasy and he could smell her cunt knowing she was wanting him as much as he wanted her. Reaching under her dress, Tom found that her panties were soaked and dripping. 

Tom had to taste her. And could not resist drinking her juices. Within seconds, he'd repositioned his body to kneel between her legs and lapped her juices. Within seconds, Terri came on Tom's tongue. Her cum running into his mouth like a tap had been turned on. Feeling her come apart, drove Tom over the edge and he spilled his seed inside his shorts, coating them with the evidence of his arousal.

Breathing hard, Tom rose and looked Terri in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, he said. 

"Terri, You've got to choose baby. You've got to make a choice. I want you to choose me."

"Tom" Terri whispered, as he move up to lay his head on her chest. "I should have left. This isn't fair to you."

Not wanting to be rejected, Tom wanted to remind her of why she should pick him. Carefully and meticulously, he repositioned the head of his cock, and slowly slid home. The feel of him entering her rendered Terri speechless. "Oh God," She moaned. Then he loved her. 

He made slow deliberate love to her. He laid claim on her body with his. Terri shuttered and submitted her body to his will. Tom's thick cock reached deep inside of her and touch parts deep within that no other man had known.

As he loved her, he worshipped her. He praised her beauty, whispered to her how wonderful she was, and finally that she belonged to him.

His final declaration was all Terri needed to hear as her body convulsed. Her cunt clenching his cock in a vice, both screaming as they came together simultaneously.

After loving her completely, Tom held Terri in his arms. He held her close and whispered the words he'd always longed to tell her.

"Terri, I love you. I've always loved you." Closing his eyes, Tom waited. But she didn't respond. He knew she wouldn't, because she was still in love with her husband.

"Tom, I'm sorry." Terri whispered. "I should have left. I'm sorry. You are a great man, but I've got to work on my marriage.-"

Tom cut her off. "Don't, Terri, if you love him so much. Why are you here naked with me. He can't love you like I can. He doesn't love you. If he did, he would have never..."

Tom stopped, He couldn't lose her. "Terri, please. Don't pretend this doesn't matter."

"I can't fault him. I'm as bad as he is, but I took vows, Tom." Terri whispered, caressing his chest, "God, I don't know what to do. I can't do this right now. I've got to go."

Terri then got up and started dressing. Realizing her blouse was torn, she borrowed one of Tom's tees to wear home. The fabric was soft and comfortable and smelled just like him. She knew she'd never return it.

Tom stood and followed Terri to her car, careful not to touch her. It was obvious that she was close to cracking and he didn't want to push her over the edge. He opened her car door for her, and waited as she sat down. Before closing the door, Tom lean over to Terri, and whispered, "I meant it Terri, every word. I love you, don't doubt it."

Terri looked deep into his soulful eyes, and wished she could say the words he needed to hear aloud, but she couldn't. She was married. Married to his brother, no less and she'd already crossed the line too many times.

Tom walked back into his apartment and sat on his bed. She could not possibly want Stephen, not after what they shared. He wasn't good for her.. Didn't love her. He'd found someone else.

Terri was his and he hoped she soon realized it.

Terri didn't drive straight home. She wanted to think. She drove to be beach and walked along the shore contemplating.  What a mess, I've made. She took a deep breath.  I should be mad Stephen, but I can't be. I know he's wrong, but it would kill him to learn about Tom. And Tom, oh God, he thinks he loves me. He's amazing and doesn't deserve to be used by me or anyone. I'm going to stay away from him.

Her phone began to rang, interrupting her solitude. Looking at the caller ID, she saw that Stephen was calling. It was after 5 and he would be home now.

"Hello, Stephen." She answered. "I'll be home shortly."

Listening intently, she added. "We can talk when I get home."

Stephen thought about the mess he'd created all day. He started to call Tom, but remembered Tom slammed his door in his face that morning. His brother was half in love with Terri and was not remotely sympathetic to his predicament. If Terri showed an ounce of interest, Stephen feared, Tom would reveal his feeling to her.

Chuckling to himself, he wondered how his wife would handled it if her pudgy brother declared his love for her. 

He'd grill some steaks and have dinner ready for her and then beg her not to leave him. While preparing the steaks, Tom called April.

"Hey, baby. How was your day today" Stephen asked his unsuspecting lover.

"Stephen, I miss you. I have some exciting news and can't wait for you to come home." She gushed.

"Tell me. You know, I hate surprises." Stephen implored when he heard Terri's keys in the door.

"Um, baby I've got to go." Stephen told her. He had to get off the phone before Terri caught him. 

"Why?" April whined. " We haven't talked all day."

"Stephen, I'm home." Terri called out, and April heard her.

"Stephen? Who's there with you? Where are you?" April asked concerned as a chill traveled up her spine.

"No one, baby, I gotta go." He hung up as Terri entered the room.

"Hey Baby. I'm making dinner. Sit, relax. Let me care for you." Stephen told his wife as soon as she entered.

Then he recognized the shirt she was wearing. "Baby, where did you get Tom's shirt. Did he leave it here?"

Terri looked at him. She'd heard the way he ended his phone a call and she suspected he was on the phone with April?

"Was that April on the phone when I walked in?" she asked to change the topic.

However, Stephen recognized a deflection when he saw it. "Answer me. How did you end up with Tom's shirt?" Terri looked away. 

"I went over there to talk to him. And I was crying and ruined my blouse; he let me have his shirt." Terri replied. " Now, tell me was that April on the phone?"




Choices Ch. 02



"No, it was David from the South office. We were catching up on some office gossip. If you don't believe me call." Stephen answered as he passed her his work cell. David was the last guy he'd called.

"Never mind. I'm taking a shower." Terri answered. She hadn't showered at Tom's and wanted to wash his scent for her body. Before Stephen figured out the truth.

"OK. Dinner will be ready. Go on and shower and he moved to kiss her but she again avoided him.

In the privacy of her bathroom, Terri allowed the tears she was hiding to flow freely down her cheeks. She felt an array of emotions: fear, anger, shame, despair, jealousy, and even guilt. Yes, guilt, because, she'd broken her vows.

She knew she was married. Being with Tom never should have happened. But being with him was spectacular. He made her feel like she was the only woman in his world. No man was ever as given and attentive to her. And boy could the man fuck. He was amazing. He had a big dick and definitely knew how to use it.

After a while, Terri realized she'd been in the shower for too long. She got out and walked into the dining room where Stephen was putting away the dinner he'd prepared. 

Time was up and they needed to talk.

"Stephen, I ask that you don't lie. Tell me the truth." Terri addressed her wayward spouse. "Who is this girl? Why is she important to you?"

Stephen looked at his wife's flushed face. He didn't want lie to her anymore. It wasn't right. He knew the truth would hurt, and he could not tell the truth.

'You're right Terri. She is more than just a girl I work with. She's my bosses' daughter. He asked me to mentor her, and she's a lot of work, always needing direction." He stopped. 

Stephen continued his fabrication. "I never get home because I'm always on babysitting duty with this kid. I didn't mean to call her name, but I remembered a last minute assignment I forgot to have her do and it just slipped out."

"Wait, you admitted to sleeping with her. Exactly, what are you saying?" Terri asked.

"It happened. I'm not proud, one night months ago and I've regretted it ever since. But baby, it was just sex, nothing more. Please forgive me." He lied smoothly reaching out to pull her into his arms. Terri felt deep inside that he wasn't telling her everything, but she had to trust him, right. He was her husband.

While holding her, something nicked at Stephen's brain. Terri can't stand Tom. Why would she go to him? Well, he did call to check on her. I need to know what happened at his place.

"Terri, I've got to ask. Why did you go to Tom's?" Stephen queried.

She stiffened slightly, and pulled back. "Why? Don't you trust me Stephen?" Staring him down she added, "Is your guilt causing you to question me?"

Taken aback, he stuttered, "No, it's just that Tom has feelings for..." Stephen mumbled deciding to drop the topic.

"Tom is a good man, an honorable man, Stephen. I respect that." Terri added looking her husband in the eye. "Can I say the same about you?"

Stephen was stunned. He had never heard Terri defend Tom in anyway. Usually she didn't think about Tom one way or another. Then he had a thought. It was ludicrous, but a thought. Tom could take my wife from me. He loves her and he knows I fucked up. I told him everything. Fuck! But, wait this is Tom, He's neither a snitch nor a snake. But still, I'd better watch him. 

"Um, Baby, it's just that, Tom isn't someone you like. I mean, why go over-" Stephen stopped when Terri stared at him, her eyes flashing angrily.

"I know you told him something. But he wouldn't betray you. He's not a liar . Tell me Stephen, what secret have you asked you brother to hide." Terri stood, and walked away from her husband. His presence disgusted her at the moment. 

Exasperated, she declared, "I'm not doing this. You're lying. She's not what you say. I'm not stupid Stephen. That was her on the phone, I know it. Leave me alone Stephen, sleep in the guest room. I can't look at you right now."

Stephen stood, a voice in his head screaming that she was hiding something. She's hiding something. I don't know what, but something's not right. Frustrated he declared, "I'm leaving. I'm not going to stay here and argue with you, so I'm going out. I told you the..."

She simply stared at him, anger radiating from her small frame. In that moment she despised him and he had nothing to say that she wanted the hear. She simply stared.

Inhaling deeply, Stephen continued. "Why won't you believe me Terri. You are my wife. I love you."

"You love me, right." Scoffing, Terri screamed and glared at him. "If you loved me so much, how could you fuck someone else?"

She turned to walk away when Stephen grabbed her arm to pull her to him, and she slapped him. Caught by surprise, Stephen shoved her away and stormed from the house.

Terri was sickened at what she'd done. She was just as guilty. She knew of his wrong, but he had no idea of what she'd done, and in the middle was the one guy that didn't deserve any of this, Tom. Tom, the one person she could count on to hold her though it all. 

*

 I hope you enjoyed Chapter Two of "Choices". Chapter 3 is in the works. Please remember to vote and comment. I really would like to know what you think. Again, thanks Jim.



Choices Ch. 02



Nan put my cup down and squirmed around to face me. Our lips joined. I tried to remember not to use my tongue on the first kiss, but after I felt her lips open our tongues lightly caressed for a few seconds. 

I broke the kiss. "Maybe we should move back to a comfortable location."

"Mmmm Hmmm," Nan responded as she pressed her mouth back to mine.

Breaking apart again, this time we did go back to the couch. Immediately we entwined. The feel of a warm, willing woman was almost more than I could bear after such a long time. I slid one hand down her back to her hip.

"Mmmmm," she moaned into my mouth and rubbed her chest against my chest. 

With that encouragement, my hand wandered from her hip up her side to cup much more than a handful of breast. I felt her nipple tenting the fabric and I tweaked it gently. As her tongue entered my mouth, I smoothed my hand back down her side and onto her leg. When I touched bare skin, I reversed direction and returned to that soft globe above.

I broke the kiss and made a trail of kisses alternating with short licks down one side of her neck and back up the other. She relaxed back against the couch and slumped slightly intercepting my mouth with hers.

Now my hand tugged on the camisole pulling it up until I could slide my fingers underneath and up to caress the soft flesh, which I had been kneading. Using the age-old arm levering technique I exposed one breast. Breaking off the current kiss, I glanced down to see more than a handful and the bright pink nub demanding attention. Who was I to refuse to attend to that? I bathed it in my mouth. She stroked my hair with one hand and lightly touched my cock with the other.

I suddenly realized that her roommate might show up any time. I lifted weights three times a week. She seemed light as a feather as I scooped under her legs and back. "Which way?"

"Second door on the left," she responded and began to shower kisses over my neck as I strode down the hall.

I kicked the door closed behind me and set her gently on the bed. I pulled her camisole over her head as I kicked off my shoes. She undid her waist button and unzipped the skirt as I pulled my shirt off and began to work on my belt and buttons.

She lay back topless and watched as I dropped my pants and shorts. Stepping out of them I skinned off my socks. With John Thomas waving in the air, I grabbed her skirt by the waist. She raised her hips as I tugged the skirt down. I caught her panties on the downward pull and quickly two bare bodies locked together. She reached between us and took hold of me again. 

"Be careful, it's been a long time for me."

"Long is good, but we've got all night and I bet I can help you several times." She kissed me again, hard.

"I'll bet you can, too. But first I've got to taste all of you." My body slipped downward as I kissed and licked both nipples and then licked lower to her belly button, which caused a giggle and a head push to move me lower. As I moved to the trimmed patch of hair above her juncture, I could smell her Chanel perfume mixed with her personal scent. 

"Oh Jack, oh Jack," she exclaimed when my tongue began to play in those curls. She splayed her knees apart inviting me to her center. She was dripping as I moved between her legs. Her hips began to roll uncontrollably and I felt her juices bathe my chin and cheeks. 

I licked up and down her slit, lightly circling her clit on each upstroke and thrusting deep on each down stroke, bringing more of her sweet cream to the surface each time. Finally, I concentrated my tongue on her clit and inserted two fingers inside her trying to find her g-spot.

Short sharp gasps escaped from her mouth for a minute or more. Then suddenly her legs snapped together trapping me in the wonderful juncture as I felt her interior muscles pulse rapidly. 

"Unnnnhhh." She arched off the bed and then collapsed back down, her legs falling open again. "Get in me. Now! I've got to have you."

She spread her legs as I grasped my dick to aim at her sweet spot, then it struck me. "Nan, I haven't got a condom."

"Top drawer," she said pointing toward her nightstand. After a minute of fumbling around in the drawer and another minute of un-packaging and re-packaging, I moved back between her legs. I entered her and after only two thrusts our hips meshed. I tried to hold off, but it had been too long. Fortunately, she went from one crest to the next quickly.

"Nan, oh god, Nan, Nan. Oh god."

"Jack, sooooo good."

I hung on my elbows briefly and then we both rolled to our sides. We both panted as we came down. I felt like I was about to slip out of her when she began squeezing me. In less than a minute, I felt myself growing inside her. I hopped off the bed and disposed of the first condom.

We went the next round slower. When we finished, I disposed of the second condom and lay back beside her. We lay holding each other for a long period.. We murmured endearments and stroked softly over exposed skin. Finally, I got up and dressed, or at least got together enough to not be arrested outside. She started to get up.

"No, stay here. I want to remember you beautiful and stunning just like this." She wrapped an arm about my neck and pulled me down for a kiss that almost got us started again. "I've got to get home to Bobby," I said and then slipped out the door.



Barney yapped at me when I came in. The little dachshund was a craven coward, but an excellent watchdog. Nobody was coming in the house late at night unless he was announced from under the sofa.

"Jack, is that you?" It must have been fifteen years since my mother waited up for me. Now my mother was doing it.

"Sorry to wake you, Linda."

"That's all right. I still have trouble sleeping some nights, missing Dan." She walked out in the hall in her nightgown.

"You are so good to let me stay with you." She hugged me.

"Bobby and I wouldn't have it any other way. He adores you and I don't know how I could manage to run the house without you." I enfolded her in my arms. Then I heard her sniff.

"I can tell someone enjoyed themselves tonight," she said smiling. She lifted onto her tiptoes and sniffed my cheek. "And I think the lady had a lot of fun, too." 

As she relaxed back to the floor, she moved back slightly and her breasts rubbed over my chest. "Well, 'fess up!"

Linda was swaying slowly side to side and I felt her erect nipples graze my body. "Linda, I'm sorry. I feel guilty about dating anyone, but I got carried away."

She had quit swaying side to side but was now pressing against my leg in a slight rhythmic pattern. "Jack, don't feel bad. If you had been killed, would you have expected Kathy to stay single? I'm sure she didn't expect you to stay single. She'd want you to find – someone else. Even at my age I hope to find someone else. It's not natural to – stay single."

Linda was breathing through her mouth now and her speech pattern was slightly off. "You've done nothing – wrong to Kathy and I don't blame you for going – out. I'll go back to bed now."

With that she hugged me again around the waist. But then she lifted up on her toes, pressing my leg between hers and dragging her nipples over my chest. When she was fully extended, she reached behind my neck with one hand and pulled my head down. Again she sniffed loudly by my cheek. Suddenly, she stuck her tongue out and licked Nan's dried juices off my chin.

"Oooh, god," she exclaimed. Immediately, she dropped down and ran to her room shutting the door behind her.

I heard her body drop heavily to the bed and then a low moan. Almost immediately I heard wet sounds and more moans. Then the noises stopped.

Boy, she really must have been missing Dan tonight, I thought as I walked to my bedroom.



Choices Ch. 03



My thanks to my editor adetaildiva. Without her this would be a poorer story. After her any errors are mine.

*

"I was talking to Jean Marlowe again. You know she was an English major in college." We were driving back from church the next day. Since I was obviously back in the dating scene, Linda felt like she could push her candidates forward.

"Really." I had been a history major at UT, but my minor was English and I loved reading 'classic' novels. I could tell that I'd have to have at least one date with Jean and, if she liked novels, maybe it could be fun.

On Monday night, I made two calls. Nan and I were going clubbing on Friday and Jean and I were going to dinner on Saturday.

When I picked Jean up, she was dressed in a simple black skirt and red scoop-neck shell. Very pretty but conservative, the outfit set off her light complexion and chestnut hair. She wasn't going to incite the wolves tonight. 

I took her to dinner at a place further out, in the opposite direction from Nan's place. It was upscale from the one I had taken Nan to on our first date. I felt we could dawdle there for coffee and conversation.

"You know, Dickens wrote his novels from 1836 onwards." Jean and I had discussed our favorite novels during a two-hour dinner. The waiter's glare had finally driven me to get the check. 

We were window-shopping in the quaint downtown area where the restaurant was. The little crossroads was being restored. It had almost died as a farming community in the sixties. Now it was reviving as the Washington suburbs sprawled ever further out.

Jean was now talking about her favorite novelist. "But the actual conditions he described were from London in the early 1800's. Oh, look! A sale!"

Like most men of a certain age, I have learned that it is dangerous to get between a woman and a dollars-off sign. "Oh. Kid's clothes."

"Yes. That dress would look great on Rebecca for Christmas parties. And see, back there. They've got winter jackets marked down. I bet Bobby will need something heavier than he had in Georgia. And I can see some boy's sport jackets back there, too."

"How long's the sale on?"

"The sign says through Friday."

"Maybe we ought to get over here this week." I spoke without thinking. What a dummy! Had I just committed to another date? Would she think I'm pushing too hard? Did she just maneuver me into this?

"You can't pass up something like this. I bet clothes are a lot more expensive up here than you're used to."

"I'll have to talk to Linda about what Bobby needs. Last year Faith helped me with this."

"Who's Faith?"

"Faith's the only nanny that Bobby ever had before we moved up here. Kathy and I hired her when Bobby was six weeks old. She kept the house running for several months after Kathy was killed until I recovered. Look, a bookstore. I always like to shop at hometown bookstores over the B&N's and the big chains. I guess I'm just a small town boy at heart."

"Yeah. I like the smaller stores, too. I don't mind paying a few dollars more if I can get personal service."

"Unless you find a sale."

"Hey! That was a small store. I bet even with the sale they still have good service."

I delivered Jean back to her door about an hour later. "Jean, I really enjoyed the evening. Perhaps I can call you during the week and we can set up another get-together."

"Jack, I'd really like that." Before I could do anything else, she reached up and gave me a peck on the cheek and stepped back. "Good night."

As I watched the door close, I wondered where I was. I didn't expect every girl I went out with to hop in bed after the first date like Nan, although I could always hope. But I wasn't sure if Jean liked me or just wanted me to leave and the kiss was to avoid being groped. Damn! Ten years of close association with a woman and I still didn't know anything. 

I got home just as the nightly news was coming on. "Linda, do you know why Jean got divorced?"

"Never thought to ask, but even if I had, you ought to ask her first."

"Well, I liked being out with her, but -- and don't get me wrong. I don't expect every date to end in bed -- I don't know whether she liked the date or not. When I dropped her off, she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and disappeared."

"Did you try to kiss her?"

"No. I was going to, but she acted before I could and then was gone just like that."

"Well, I'd say that was a good sign. The only way to find out, though, is to ask her out again."

"We saw a children's clothing store that was having a sale. Would it be too unromantic to ask her to go with me and Bobby?"

"I think that would be sweet. Some divorced women, though, don't want their children meeting their dates too early. That way if things don't work out they don't have to explain what happened to Mister Jack."

"Huh. Never thought about that. That's something I ought to think about, too."

Jean had suggested Mickey D's Playland for dinner before going shopping. We were watching Bobby chase Rebecca through the tunnels or her guide him through the tunnels depending on which kid you asked.

"I've got Linda to help with the house and Bobby when I get stuck. You have any help?"

"There's a woman in the neighborhood that can pick up Rebecca in an emergency. Other than that, I do it all myself." 

"Wow! It's been almost two years since Kathy left for Iraq and I still feel like I'm learning to manage a household. Women are amazing."

"Well, it's been about four since Josh left me. Being chauvinistic, I think that women just instinctively understand how to manage home and hearth. Men are still the hunters."

Sure enough there was a good winter coat for Bobby to play outside in and a plaid sport jacket that he could wear to church or other dress-up occasions.

"Daddy, I'm going to be an Eskimo." The fake fur trim on the hood did lend itself to that approach.

"We'll have to get you a spear for the seals, sport. He has a book with chapters on kids around the world. Spearing seals and spearing elephants are his favorite pastimes right now," I said turning to Jean.

"Thank you, momma," Rebecca curtsied. Rebecca looked gorgeously adorable in the green velvet dress that Jean had spotted in the window.

"They make her thank the teacher at the end of every ballet lesson. It's helped in other places, too. Would you like to come back and I'll make us some coffee?"

"Friday nights are the one time that I feel I can say 'Stop world. I want to get off.' Tomorrow it'll be back to soccer games and groceries, but Friday nights I decompress." Jean curled gracefully down on the other half of the couch. She didn't hug the arm, but instead by settling where she did, she invited me to move over and share her space. I intended to take her up on that.

The kids were in the den. Shrek 2 was in the DVD player and they would probably fall asleep before it was over. Things were pointing toward Jean and I and some alone time.

"Jack, there is no good time to do this. I could see it in your eyes earlier that you are wondering why a guy would leave his two-year old daughter and wife. It also begs the question of how I could have made the mistake of choosing him."

"Jean, I don't want to pry --"

"No. I feel the beginnings of a connection, but if we can't get past this then it's good to know now rather than six months on."

"I feel a good vibe, too," I replied and then I waited for her to continue. It was quiet as she collected her thoughts.

"I met Josh during my junior year at UVA, but we didn't start dating until the beginning of our senior year. It didn't take long before we were very close, if you get my drift. He was only my third lover, but I thought we were pretty good together. I tried the Pill but the hormones played havoc with my body, so we used condoms. Spring Break we went to Florida. One night we got drunk and went skinny-dipping. One thing led to another and we were doing it in the dunes. Of course Josh had forgotten the rubbers. Just one time won't hurt, we thought. And here we were getting ready to graduate from UVA! Intelligence doesn't equal smart."

"Well, we got the wedding lined up for June and I couldn't have been happier. By then I was past morning sickness and my hormones were raging. They raged until Rebecca was born. Then it seemed like I was tired all the time. By the time she was a year old I was back in balance, but the spark wasn't there."

"One day the daycare called. Rebecca was sick and I picked her up. I heard Josh's voice when I walked in the door. Rebecca heard it too. Even though she was sick, she ran to the bedroom to see her daddy."

"Well, she saw all of her daddy and all of the blonde bimbo that he was screwing. They were out of the house in five minutes. By the time Josh returned, I had a suitcase packed for him. He tried to tell me that this was the first time and he'd never do it again. What guy drives fifteen miles from work on his lunch hour to bed a gal the first time? We tried counseling but I kept thinking: if he's unfaithful after two years of marriage, what's he going to be doing after twenty years?" 

She was sniffling now. I could imagine even after four years that this was still traumatic. I put my arm around her. She blew her nose and continued.

"The last counseling session, when he saw that I was going to cut him loose, he let go at me until the therapist stopped him. He called me cold and unimaginative in bed. Josh said that I'd be married to my fingers from here on because no one would want the missionary position on top of a woman stiff as a board, and just as flat, every night for the rest of their lives." She blubbered for awhile. I just held her until she felt like talking some more.

"Josh has been responsible since the divorce. Of course, working for the government they would come down on him like a ton of bricks if he missed his child support. But he shows up for Rebecca's soccer games and her ballet performances. He plans things to do with her on the weekends when it's his turn to have her."

"I take his support payments and put them in a 529 account for her college and I show him the balance each quarter. I think that makes it less like he's paying to support me, too. When she needs braces or if she falls in love with horses I may have to change, but now it's okay."

We sat quietly for a few minutes, my arm around her shoulders and her head leaning against me. Then I moved and we looked at each other. She put a hand behind my head and pulled me down to kiss her. Our lips touched, then she turned and we embraced without breaking the kiss. Our lips opened and our tongues briefly fenced. Then I broke the contact.

"Jean, I think we get along well together. I don't want to go further tonight because you feel you have to prove something." 

"Jack, I -- " She was looking deep into my eyes.

"Let me finish. If I did what I want to do now, I'd feel like I was challenging you to prove Josh was wrong. I KNOW Josh was wrong. If there was any problem, it had to have been because of him, probably emotionally. Let me call you on Monday and we can continue this later when we're both thinking clearly about the future, not the past."

"Oh, Jack!" She threw herself against me and we clung to each other for several minutes.

"Now let me get Bobby."

As predicted, both kids had fallen asleep on the floor. I picked Rebecca up and carried her into her bedroom. Jean could undress her later. Before I picked Bobby up, I hugged Jean and kissed her forehead.

"We'll have plenty of time for more when we're both feeling better and looking forward." I picked Bobby up and took him out to the car.

The next morning I picked Nan up about 9. We headed west to the Shenandoah Valley. I had invited her to go on a day hike on part of the Appalachian Trail. The Trail wound along the crest of the mountains. This late in the season there would be no through-hikers. There might be one or two weekend backpackers, but the most I expected was another day-hiker like us.

"How should I dress," she had asked.

"It looks like it's going to be warm, so shorts and a blouse, runners with socks. Bring along a light jacket and slacks and I'll stuff them in the pack in case it gets cool up on the ridge. I'll carry the daypack with lunch, drinks, and snacks."

As usual, Nan had interpreted my instructions very loosely. She did hand me the slacks and jacket, which I immediately packed before getting in the car. When I swung back behind the wheel, I appraised the rest of her outfit more closely.

She had on a tank top, which might have fit her when she was sixteen. As it was, her C-cups were spilling out of the sides and her nipples were signaling that they were very glad to see me. Her khaki shorts were loose in the leg and her left knee was up on the seat pointing towards me. 

"I wanted to make sure and save every ounce of weight so I wouldn't get too tired." She worked out four times a week so I knew that this hike would be easy. "So I cut my clothing to a minimum." With that, she pulled the leg of her shorts to one side exposing her bald beaver to me, unconstrained by any panties.

She teased me with flashes up her shorts and down her top during the whole drive to the trailhead. In fact, when we made the last turn onto the gravel road that would take us the last mile, she pulled her top up and rode with both boobs exposed.

We hiked for about an hour and a half until we came to a spot where several rock outcroppings hung over the side of the valley. It was lunchtime and the sun had swung around just far enough to provide warmth to the stone.

"Jack, this is beautiful," Nan said as I spread a blanket to sit on and a tablecloth for the food. "How far is it over there?"

"The tops of those mountains are in West Virginia. I guesstimate it's about fifty miles, maybe more, as the crow flies."

I popped the cork on a bottle of red wine. Then I pulled out a container of apple slices and a squeezable tube of peanut butter. Afterwards, we had some trail mix for dessert.

"The beauty here is so sensuous," Nan remarked. "And the wine has relaxed me. I think a little rest and some tanning is in order." She pulled her tank top over her head and lay down with her eyes closed.

"Aren't you worried about other hikers?"

"We'll probably hear them coming." She was completely relaxed. Even her nipples had gone to sleep.

About fifteen minutes later we did hear other hikers. They were about twenty feet away when we heard a bush rattle. Nan grabbed her top across her breasts as she jackknifed forward.

"Uhh, hello." Two teenaged boys greeted us on their approach. From the looks on their faces I was sure that they'd gotten a good flash of Nan's boobs.

"Hi," I replied loquaciously.

"Hello, I'm Nan." She stuck out her hand to shake while supporting her modesty with her left arm.

"I'm Jim." He shook her hand first.

"I'm Bill. Pleased to meet you." The second one shook her hand while burning a hole in her covering with his eyeballs.

"We were just relaxing and admiring the view after lunch," Nan said. "Have you boys eaten?" Where had Nan's deep Southern drawl suddenly come from? 

"Yes'm. I mean, No'm." Jim elbowed Bill to change the response.

"What he means is that we had a little snack earlier, but not a lot."

"Well, I just know that boys are always hungry. We have some apple left over. Would you like some?" She turned and bent at the waist to pick up the remains of our lunch. I couldn't see myself but I was sure the boys were getting a good look at the side and maybe underside of her right breast. I was looking at how her shorts tightened across that firm gluteus maximus.

"Here, have some of our apple slices." She turned back to them as she straightened up.

When their eyes widened even further, I glanced back at Nan. Her arm had moved to under her breasts, now just barely covered by a loose flap of her top. If she bent over again, they would fall, fully exposed.

Bill and Jim each took some apple, but they fumbled with the pieces. Not looking at what you're doing will cause that.

"It's just so gorgeous up here. I feel like I'm so close to Nature. Don't you?" She continued to prattle on in that simpering voice, but the boys were only catching every third or fourth word. When your blood is pounding in your ears it's hard to hear. The blood that wasn't pounding in their ears was rapidly pooling in their groins, so they were having a difficult time responding coherently. Finally, they finished the entire apple.

"Well, I hope that helps you through your hike." They took the hint and began to move slowly away. As they move to the edge of the clearing, Nan waved at them.

"Bill, Jim. I hope that was a nice treat." She waved too vigorously and one breast popped out and jiggled enticingly on top of her arm. "Oh, my."

She turned her back slowly and then pulled the tank top over her head and down to her waist.

"Well, I think you made their day, month, maybe even year. Weren't you worried that they might try something?"

"With my big, strong man here? How could I ever worry so?" The Southern belle was still in full force.

"Ugh, me Ogg. Me bash in head of rivals."

"Are you my cave man? You'll fight for me? Then act like my cave man! Do me now! Do me here!"

"You want it? Act like it! Suck me first." I pushed her down on her knees with one hand while I pulled the tank top back over her head. "I'll have you dress like a cave woman, too."

I was half hard from watching her tease the boys. In another minute, I was stiff and she was taking me to the root in her mouth. I grabbed her hair and yanked her away. 

"Get out of those shorts and show me you're ready for this."

She lay back and stuck her feet in the air pulling off her shorts. Spreading her legs far to each side, she pulled her pussy lips open. "Fuck me here. Fuck me now."

"Not like that. Doggy style. Get on your knees and put your head down." She moved as commanded. I grabbed her hair again and began to stroke in and out. I couldn't contain my lust, and I sped up and began to pound her.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me hard! Split me open! Do it! Do it, Nowwww!" She went limp as I felt her pussy spasm around my cock. Two more thrusts and I spurted into her. 

I had another enjoyable, athletic evening with Nan on Friday. Indoor springboard was my best event.

Saturday night I picked Jean up for a dinner and a movie. We ate a light supper at Applebee's and then to a chick flick. (I have learned over the years that surrender is sometimes the better strategy in the War of the Sexes.)

"Coffee at my place?" Jean asked afterwards.

"Want me to run the babysitter home?" I offered this as we walked onto her front porch.

"No need. Rebecca's spending the night with her best friend down the block."

We made small talk as the coffee brewed. Then we both sat down towards the center of her sofa. Why we had made a full pot, I have no idea. Neither one of us had more than a couple of sips before we were entangled in each other. Arms, legs, and miscellaneous body parts seemed to entwine and meld together.

As the third kiss started, my hands began to wander. Suddenly, I realized that there was no bra strap under her sweater. I momentarily wondered when she had changed because there had been a bra there coming out of the movie. No matter, I slipped my hand to her waist and then back up under her sweater.

As my fingertips felt the swell of her breasts, I spread them out and avoided her nipples. I lightly caressed the tender skin under her arms and across the upper portion of her chest. As her passion mounted, her kisses became more insistent and she thrust her tongue into my mouth.

Finally, I acceded to her unspoken desires and pulled the sweater over her head. I gazed on the dark protuberances and then leaned down to feast.




Choices Ch. 03



{Some question, criticize what I have to say. There are so many different points of view. I would like to say the unkind comments don't bother me, but that would be a lie.

I am just doing the best I can. I know I struggled to decide on a catagory for this story, I think this one is right.

The only thing I know for sure is I do have just three choices.

I can be just me, and live the way I want to.

I can be with the one man I completely love, and do all I can to please him.

Or I can be alone. 

I chose to try and please him.

I suspect there are others out there that are in a position similar to mine. But every act has a consequence, this is the story of mine.}

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I carried the empty coffee cups into the kitchen and must have washed them a dozen times. My face was flaming in embarrassment. 

I had just shamelessly thrown myself at my husband's friend Brad, expecting him to reach for me. That was the fantasy in my head, it took a lot of effort for me to manage enough courage to do that.

Brad had rejected me. Oh, sure, he made an attempt to be kind about it but I wanted to run, hide somewhere.

My Tom was always hinting around that I have experiences, as he called it. He acted excited when I told him about anything at all that I did that was slightly sexy, and it was obvious.

The truth is I really did like to tease him, get him going. I was at that point in my life where I wanted sex and cuddling, in fact I wanted it all the time. In Tom's arms, I was safe and warm and loved.

It was the only time I really felt in control, other than at work, or sitting here at this keyboard. It has taken me a long time to begin to understand how putting it all down in words makes my life easier.

I have done a few things at my office that are best described as over the top. I knew I could get away with some of that, doctors have less limits on them than most people. Nudity and things like that are accepted as a requirement, anything considered sexual in nature is not accepted.

They call that abuse of our authority. Most of the time I have no problems of any kind, it is just sometimes, with certain clients. I cannot explain the why of it, but I feel myself dampen, the struggle begins. I know that struggle very well, on one side is that conservative background, good girls just don't. On the other side is that demon, filling me with powerful urges.

Shameful, I know, but a weakness in myself I have come to accept. In the last few months I have come to accept a lot of things.

Still, if a male has concerns in the sexual area, I can do almost anything I feel is necessary. Plus there are a few that come in and it's pretense, I am well aware of that. Hardly a week goes by without getting at least one or two male clients complaining of an ache in their testicles or a lump of some kind, or suggesting impotence. Rarely do I ever find anything of concern, although impotence is fairly frequent. Those with real concerns get referred to urology.

But a man standing there with a massive erection complaining of impotence is silly. I understand though, so I tease them a little bit, look them over and that makes them happy. Actually manipulating a male client to orgasm in my office is very rare though, there are risks. The last man I touched like that was Ben, he actually did have Coital Cephalgia, just headaches during sex. It is a fairly common condition that typically goes away with time, or is eased by a common painkiller.

So there was no real need for a test, but I took his blood pressure before and after, and I helped him with my hands.

Just to try and help him, my rationalization of the situation. The truth? That feeling of power, excitement, his erection in my hands, my control. I very nearly orgasmed doing that.

I think he knew.

Somehow I ended up on a date with him, somehow we ended up in his bed. How he managed to manipulate me into that situation I don't really know, but he was good at it. Either that or deep inside I wanted it to happen. Ben was also a strong and considerate lover, and I liked him. But I think I liked him more than he did me, he never called me after that.

Why do I ramble on about things like this? Just so you can understand. I am a woman, there are things I just am not supposed to do, to think about.

But I do.

Tom really liked it when I told him stories, I used that one incident with Ben to excite him, making the description as erotic as I could. Tom never once ever showed me any real signs of jealousy, rather the opposite. 

I also often did strip teases for him, delighting in watching him become erect and flushed with excitement. But it was the stories I told him that really excited him more than anything.

Some of them were true, but some of them were made up. Even when I slipped, said something that didn't make sense, Tom never seemed to notice. One other thing about him, he could not be accused of being very smart. But Tom was always gentle, kind, and oh so handsome.

Early on in our first marriage, Tom encouraged me to dress sexily for him. I soon realized he wanted me to dress that way for others, do things that got attention. That wasn't an easy thing for me at the time since I was a bit heavy, but I managed some of it to please him. My sheltered upbringing combined with my not being completely sure of myself got in the way usually.

Our relationship became rocky and we broke up. But the truth is I loved Tom, so much that when we were apart there was a hole that couldn't be filled in my life. The big empty bed became monstrous, the not knowing where he was or what he was doing caused many miserable nights.

I had turned to medicines, pills. That is like putting a lid on a pan of overheated grease on the stove but not turning it down. It covers up the problem for a little while. I stopped that, then turned to risky sex. All of that was just a search for happiness.  I finally realized there was just one place where I felt happy, and that was with Tom, flaws and all.

Seperation was a misery.

One day the phone rang, it was Tom. We had a simple dinner. It was just like a date, I was excited. I really tried to not let that show, I think I failed miserably.

I woke up the next morning with Tom sleeping by my side, his face pressed against my bare breast, softly snoring. I felt happy again.

When we got back together after our first breakup we moved to a huge ranch at the coast. Tom thought I would like it, the change would be good for us.

I didn't like it, and it wasn't good for us. I lasted about a year. Then when Tom started up with wanting me once again to do things like show myself off, even suggesting sex with others, I left again. But it was more than just that, it was the being all alone for days on end, the sounds of what was actually wilderness all around. 

Tom had undone the buttons on my blouse right in front of his friend Brad while I dozed one evening. I told myself that was the reason I left the next morning, but it wasn't really. It was just..everything, I didn't fit into a farming lifestyle.

That huge hole was there again. I managed to purchase back the house I live in now, just a stroke of luck and timing. At least I was home again, in familiar surroundings. But I was still miserable.

After several months, in a moment of weakness, I called him on the phone. Tom was right back in my life, just like that.

During this last time we were apart I searched for someone, something. I ended up with Terry, the man who was the real estate broker I used. I actually had to finally seduce him. It was less than I had hoped for by far. I even tried a second time with him, Terry wanted to dress and leave as soon as it was over. I needed to be held and cuddled, to feel that everything was all right, if just for a little while.

Then I met Ben at my office. He was there simply to see a doctor. It became more than that. Ben was an amazing experience, so much so that I admit to wanting more, but he just did not call again.

This time when Tom made some suggestions, hints, I thought what is the difference? I could and did sleep with men when we were apart, why couldn't I do that if we were together?

I began to change, I wore less clothing around the house. I often took bike rides, I would slip on a tube top and shorts, Tom seemed to get a kick out of the way I looked. I seldom wore a bra, even when I did it was just a sports bra, sheer and little more than a sling. It seemed to be enough, Tom's hands were on me a lot.

When Tom moved Brad in with us, I thought I knew what was in the back of his mind. But Brad was with Cindy, and I have to say I didn't like Cindy all that much. For one thing she was a pretty but rather beat up looking bleached blonde, for another thing she was always running around half naked. The woman had almost no modesty at all.

I know now that my irritation was probably just jealousy, she was competition.

Add in that I knew that she had some threesomes with both Tom and Brad during our period apart, the whole situation did just irritate me. But Cindy was with Brad now, at least that seemed to be the way it was. Yet Tom was always looking at her, I can understand that. If a woman is sitting with her pubes hanging out, men will look.

It still got to me. Silly, considering everything else, but it did.

Tom and I had our first argument about that, if it can be called one. Cindy had been sitting there in just a T-shirt, Tom kept looking at her fanny. She had her legs tucked under her, one hip raised so Tom sat in the chair where he could look right at her naked crotch.

"Oh, well, these guys have seen it before." She dismissed my comment that she was showing a bit much.

So I deliberately flashed Brad, more in a bit of a snit than to excite anyone, then went to bed upset. We almost never raised our voices at each other, my Tom is normally very mellow. But he slept on the couch that night while I slept alone again.

I just do not like sleeping alone.

I made up my mind, if Tom wanted me to have an experience, fulfill his fantasy, I would!

It was a quite a bit later before the first opportunity arrived. Tom was off working on his project, Brad came in early in the day and went to his room to work on some designs. I had taken the day off, I was still the extra at the health clinic anyway so I got a lot of time off whenever I wanted.

I took him a cup of coffee, my robe carelessly tied. I knew he would be able to see my bare breasts when I leaned over to set it on the table.

Brad didn't even look up, completely lost in the sketches he was doing. I sighed and went back out into the living room, sat down at my keyboard and wrote. What I wrote was in my last post, a fantasy, it came out almost like I was describing it to Tom to tease and excite him.

But I had decided in my mind to make it real.

When Brad called out asking if there was more coffee, I made some, took him a cup. This was it, I thought. I mustered up my courage and untied the robe, letting it hang open the full length of my body. The sensation of the robe brushing my legs as I walked, the cool air on my loins made me shudder. I felt an exquisite excitement knowing Brad would see me like this, look at me.

Brad turned and looked my way as I walked in and sat down a cup. His eyes got big as he realized, looking me up and down. I sat in the chair nearby, facing him, the robe hanging down both sides of the chair. Brad just stared at me, surprise on his face.

"Well, what do you think?" I asked with a smile.

"I think you need to cover up." He was flushed now.

"You don't like me?" 

"I like you fine. God, you are beautiful. But I just can't."

"Why not?" I asked, suddenly feeling bashful. I reached down and tugged my robe closed.

"I have to work with your...with Tom every day. I don't think this is a good idea."

"Tom wants me to." I blurted out. That was almost a protest.

"Yes, I know. Some men are that way, I know how Tom is. But this contract is a big deal, a chance to make a lot of money. We can't have conflicts."

"I see. OK, I will leave you alone." I jumped up, I wanted to be out of there. I grabbed the empty coffee cups and went into the kitchen, running scalding hot water, scrubbing them furiously.

Then I sat down at my keyboard and started to type. I had no idea what I wanted to type, it just comes out.

Brad came in about a half hour later, I clicked the screen closed.

"Are you OK, Sally?"

"Yes, I am fine. I'm sorry, I just thought...."

"It's nothing to do with you, Sally. I really do like you, I like the way...you look. Remember, I even called once to ask you for a date, but you told me no."

"I have never had a man turn me down when I shamelessly threw myself at them."

"I don't think you have ever really done that much anyway, have you?"

Brad caught me there, the one time I remembered was way back when I was out with my friend Lee. We had actually picked up a couple of guys when we were out partying. I was drunk, my only excuse.

"I won't do anything like that again."

"Well, I hope you won't turn into a nun around here." He grinned at me.

"What do you mean?"

"I like looking at you, and Tom gets a kick out of that. You can do that much..if you want to but Tom should be here. Hell, it will tickle me and get Tom worked up."

I laughed, Brad was so open and forward sometimes.

"Oh, you like me teasing too, huh?" I was starting to feel better.

"Yes, I sure do. Besides, maybe after this big job is done..." He left that hanging.

I felt myself flood with dampness, I just looked at him. I giggled, I couldn't help myself.

"Well, I need to get down to the job site."

"Wait. Tell me about Cindy."

"Cindy? There isn't much to tell. She is ok, and..handy?"

"Handy? Tom told me about her, and...."

"Cindy messes around a lot, she goes out with a lot of the guys."

"Oh. Isn't that...unsafe?" I put that as nicely as I could.

"I always use protection, of course. I don't really like to but.."

"It's a good idea."

"Tom did too." He looked at me pointedly.

"I am glad to hear that."

"A man usually doesn't want to when he is with a woman..that matters." Brad smiled at me.

"I know how to get some things checked." I teased. I was over being embarrassed, and I was starting to get turned on again.

Brad grinned. "Maybe we should do that." He said, then he picked up his briefcase and left.

I sat there thinking for a long time, then I typed some more. Finally I got up and went in to take a long shower. I came out with a towel, then turned and looked at myself in the full length mirror.

I was pleased with the reflection, I turned this way and that, inspecting. My body was as good as it was ever going to get. The bulges at my hips were long gone and I wasn't about to let that come back. My breasts sag some but not much, plus losing nearly 20 pounds had made them smaller and firmer looking. I faced the mirror and flexed my arms, that lifted my breasts. With makeup I could pass for being 35, I thought to myself.

It flashed in my mind that Brad had looked me up and down and still said no. Somehow the idea of him looking at me made me tingle. Brad hadn't said no because he didn't want to be with me, it was because he thought he had to.

I understood about business, and while there probably wouldn't be any concerns if we did make love, he just wasn't taking any chances.

Feeling more sure of myself, I pulled on a pair of tight shorts and my thin white tube top, went out and hopped on my bike. I let it roll down the hill the six miles to the little cafe in town. There were two older men sitting there playing cards, they both turned and looked me up and down, grinning. They were actually fixtures in the place, they had seen me there before but not dressed quite like this. I smiled at them, that made me feel good.

I ordered a piece of apple pie and ice cream, the tiny cafe is run by a large woman that makes pies that are a delight. She served the pie, grinned at me.

"You sure look good, Sally." She told me. That also gave me a warm feeling, I smiled back and took a bite. Later, I labored back up the hill, knowing the effects of the pie and ice cream would be long gone when I got back to the house. I was rounding the bend towards the last steep uphill stretch when a car went by. The man on the passenger side leaned out and yelled, "Great ass!"

I just laughed, knowing they had been treated to me up on the pegs with my bare legs working to climb the hill. It had been a crazy day. I had gone from feeling down to being excited to embarrassed to feeling fine again. I knew Tom would be home soon, so I took another quick shower.

I was watching a soap opera feeling extremely horny when I heard Tom's truck coming up the driveway. I knew it was him from the sound, one muffler had a leak in it. I jumped up and peeled off my tube top, stripped the shorts down my legs.

I ran to meet him at the door. It swung open. Tom, Cindy, Brad and Jonathan stood there with surprised looks on their faces.

"Oops!" I said, giggling. I ran back to the couch and tugged on the tube top, pulled my shorts up.

"Nice greeting hon!" Tom said as he came in laughing. He reached down and rubbed my fanny, touched his lips to the back of my neck.

"Sorry, I should have looked out, I thought it was just you." I looked over at Brad, he was grinning. Cindy headed directly for the kitchen to find the wine bottle. Jonathan had a sheepish look on his face.

I was surprised to see Jonathan, he was Cindy's roommate and I had met him just the one time at our party to celibrate Tom and Brad getting the big contract. Jonathan had been overly attentive, but now he seemed to be a bit bashful.

"So what's going on?" I asked Tom.

"I was giving Cindy and Jon a ride home, his car won't start. We left Brad's truck at the job, the damned diesel is getting out of sight here on price. Then we decided to come out here, I can barbeque some chicken out on the deck if you heat up some veggies and make a salad."

"Oh. Ok. I was just in the mood is all, sorry."

"Don't lose the mood, I have plans for you..later. And don't be sorry." He grinned at me. Then he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. He ran his hands over the outside of my tubetop.

"I really do like this outfit!"

"Go start the grill, I will thaw out some chicken." I told him laughing, pushing his hands away.

"I like the other one even better!" He said over his shoulder.

Tom finally got the grill going, it hadn't been used at all that I knew of. I was beginning to think I was going to have to use the stove, Tom had flames going six feet in the air for awhile there, but finally he got it settled down.

Cindy was sitting on the deck watching, in her ever present T-shirt and blue jeans. She had found one of our wine bottles and was drinking straight out of it.  Jonathan had noticed our hot tub and was filling it. I made a salad, came out just in time to see him slide into the water wearing just his briefs.

"Hey, no clothes in the hot tub!" I said as a joke.

"Oh, sorry." Jonathan reached down and peeled down his briefs under the water, tossed them on the deck. That surprised me a little. 

"Neat!" Cindy said, hopping up and pulling her T-shirt over her head. She had the blue jeans down and off before I could open my mouth, slipped into the tub with Jonathan.

"Oh, it's cold!" She said.

"Give it a few minutes, it will heat right up." I told her. Her nipples had snugged up into tiny little buttons. I walked over and looked at the monitoring panel, set it on high. I knew it only took about 15 minutes to bring it all the way up to temperature. I flipped the switch that started the water jets, that got a giggle out of Cindy as she felt the water begin to move.




Choices Ch. 03



Brad took off his artificial leg and sat down on the edge of the tub, dangling his legs in the water. He closed his eyes, I knew that had to feel good.

I looked over at Tom, he was starting to put the meat on the grill. He looked at me with a smile.

"I think I will go join them." I told him. He grinned some more at that. So I walked over to the edge of the tub, reached down and pulled off my tube top. Jonathan's eyes got larger as my bare breasts swung free. Cindy sat with her elbows on the edge of the tub, her small bust above the water, unconcerned.

I pushed my shorts down my legs, stepped out of them. Jonathan's eyes dropped down to my crotch, I knew he could see me clearly since my pubic hair was carefully trimmed, I had shaved most of it earlier before I took the bike ride.

I felt a little flush at being looked at as I slid into the water. Glancing over at Tom, I saw his eyes were gleaming. I grinned to myself.

"How is your leg doing?" I asked Brad as I slipped under the water. It was warming up nicely now.

"It's fine, the water feels good. I should have thought of this before. I think I will have one of these put in at my house down at Florence."

"We should use ours more, I don't know why we don't." I said, just making idle conversation. I glanced over at Cindy and Jonathan, they were sitting pretty close. I realized I was sitting pretty close to Brad, too. Our hot tub was oval, and really intended for just two or perhaps three people. I slid over to one side, leaned back and let one of the main water jets pound at my back.  The force of the water pushed me forward off the seat for a moment, I bumped legs with Jonathan. He looked at me oddly, I just scooted back, not thinking anything of it. The water was getting warm now, very warm. 

"Can you turn the heater back down to normal?" I called out to Tom.

"Got my hands full." He said. I sat there a minute, it was getting too warm quickly. I climbed out of the tub and crossed the deck, switched the control back to the center. Then I went over and grabbed a towel and dried off, aware that they were all watching me. I pulled on my shorts and slid the tube top into place, went inside and started heating some frozen corn, then made a salad.

I took the food out and set it on the table, just then Jonathan climbed out of the tub. He picked up a towel, began to dry himself. He didn't seem the least bit shy standing there with half an erection. His penis was very long and thin, the head of it was easily twice as big as the shaft. I managed to not giggle, but it looked funny since it pointed straight out and curved downward. I glanced up and he had caught me looking, I just grinned at him. I did notice his expression still seemed odd, almost upset, but I dismissed that.

Just then Tom started stacking grilled chicken on a platter, Jonathan pulled on his pants, leaving his underwear off. Cindy climbed out and dried herself off, she walked over and sat down at the table, still nude. I noticed she was completely bare, an obvious wax job. Brad struggled up, stood up on his one good leg and hopped over to the table, sat down next to Jonathan.

It seemed strange, three men and one woman dressed, Cindy sitting there naked eating a drumstick.

Tom made a wisecrack at Cindy, then asked her when she had done that. It was obvious he meant her bare pussy.

"I got waxed down at the spa. I got tired of shaving it." She said, reaching for her wine glass.

"I think it looks nice." Jonathan said, looking at me.

"You should try that too." He told me, grinning.

"I don't know about getting it yanked out by the roots." I said.

"It doesn't really hurt." Cindy told me. She was already starting to slur her words.

I let the subject drop, after the meal I gathered up the plates and took everything inside. Cindy was back in the hot tub by the time I came out, Tom and Brad were sitting at the table talking over some beers. I sat down and opened one, took a sip.

The two of them were talking about their job, something about a crane coming in in the morning to lift some steel beams into place. I just sat there and listened.

"You should try that too." Tom told me out of the clear blue sky.

"Try what?"

"Getting yourself waxed." He grinned at me.

"Oh. Why?"

"I just think it would look good."

"I have never even thought about it." I said, glancing over at Cindy and Jon. They were obviously fiddling around under the water.

"I like the way I look now." I told him.

"What do you think, Brad? Should I get my pussy waxed?" I leaned his way, grinned at him. He squirmed a bit at that.

"Well, do you think it would look better that way, or do you like it the way it looks now?" I pressed.

"You look fine just the way you are." He managed. Tom was grinning, so I leaned in close to him and smiled.

"See? Brad really likes the way my pussy looks." I whispered, loud enough that I knew Brad could hear. "He should know, he has seen it several times."

Tom flushed, the tease was getting to him. I could have kept after him but I smiled sweetly and didn't say any more. He gulped a couple of times.

It was starting to cool off outside, Cindy and Jon climbed out of the hot tub. We were treated to another display of the two of them drying off naked. Jonathan was now almost fully erect but his penis still had that long downward curve. The head was huge, the shaft was thin, it really did look odd. I saw him glance over and catch me watching, he turned sideways like he was displaying himself to me. Tipsy, I stifled a giggle, noticed he got a dark look on his face so I looked away.

I was really starting to feel fuzzy, an earlier glass of wine and now my 2nd beer were having it's effect. Cindy was way past that, she was stumbling. We decided that everyone would just stay over.

Brad went into his room, Jonathan we put upstairs, Cindy had fallen asleep on the couch so I just slid a blanket over her and left her there.

Tom and I went to bed, we lay there for a long time. He was curled up beside me, his hand rubbing me slowly. I fell asleep after a few minutes of that, we didn't make love as the food and drinks took their toll. 

Brad and Tom were gone when I woke up, we had already decided that I would drive Jon and Cindy back to their apartment. I got dressed and went out into the living room.

There was nobody there, I listened and heard noises from upstairs. I went up to check, not thinking. The door was open, I looked in and Cindy was on top of Jonathan, her behind bouncing up and down. I went back downstairs and heated up the coffee, sat down to wait.

They came downstairs after about a half hour, both looking flushed.

"Morning." Jon said. I got him some coffee, Cindy sat down with a glass of water. She drank half of it in one pull.

"Whew!" She said. "I got a little tanked last night."

I didn't say anything, I had gotten a little buzzed myself. Then Cindy jumped up and ran to the bathroom, I could hear her retching in there.

"So what does Brad think, about you and Cindy?" I asked Jon.

"I don't think he cares." He looked at me.

I nodded, I had gathered that.

"I was surprised when you got into the hot tub last night."

"Surprised? Why?"

"You just seem so..ladylike."

I laughed at that.

"I really like the way you look."

"Oh you do, do you?"

"Yes, I was thinking...."

I just looked at him.

"Maybe you and I could...?" He let the question hang.

"I'm not going to sleep with you if that is what you are thinking." I said, getting up.

"Oh, I hate it when this happens." He said with a grin. For some reason that was funny, I laughed and went into my bedroom. I got my purse and the keys to my van. Cindy was back so we drove downtown to their apartment.

They told me that Jon's car was supposed to be ready, so I left them and went back to the house. It was 8 AM by now and I needed to be at work by 9 so I changed clothes and drove in. It was another uneventful day, just one client after another. I managed to stay on schedule and was done by 5 PM. I told Cheryl good night and drove home. Tom was home, I looked around for Brad but he wasn't there.

"Brad had a date." He said.

"Oh, with Cindy?"

"No, he met someone else, she came to the job site and they left from there. Redheaded gal named Patty."

"Oh. Just us tonight then? Good." I grinned at him.

"Hey, let's use the hot tub." He said.

"OK. I will go turn on the heater."

"I already did." He said, reaching for me. I slipped away from him, tugging the smock over my head. I was naked underneath, I had been all day.

"You worked like that?" He said, following me out onto the deck.

"Yep." I grinned at him.

We soaked for half and hour, I played with him under the water. Tom was hard as a rock, he always gets that way. He sat on the edge of the tub as I lowered my mouth over him sucking slowly as I pressed down and then drew back. I kept him right on the edge for a long time, then finally I slid up out of the water. Tom pressed me back and slid himself inside as I leaned back with my arms holding myself half upright.

I was one of those wonderful times, afterwards we dried each other off, went inside and lay together on the bed. His hands brushed my sides, long gentle strokes.

"I love you so much, Sally." He told me. I buried my face against his chest.

"I love you too, Tom."

We slept like that all night.

Brad came home the next afternoon. I asked him about his new girlfriend. He told me she was very nice, a legal aide with the company working on the cable car project.

"What about Cindy?" I asked.

He shrugged.

"Cindy is just someone I know, there isn't any chance there at anything real with her."

I understood that.

"Patty reminds me of you...a little." He smiled.

"Of me? How?"

"Ladylike on the outside but hot on the inside!" He grinned.

I blushed at that, twice now I had been called ladylike.

It was almost a full month later before I got to meet Brad's new girlfriend. In fact, Brad was seldom home.  We didn't see Cindy at all during that period, I didn't mind that much.

Jonathan was out to our place a couple of times, he had started working for Brad driving one of the trucks. Jonathan was always looking at me, it felt like he was undressing me with his eyes. It didn't bother me much, besides, he had already seen me naked. Once again, I just dismissed that.

The day I met Patty was a late Saturday in September, it was one of those balmy days with no wind at all, right on the edge of being too warm out. Tom was busy writing checks, the job was up on what he called the sixty. That was when the 2nd payment on his contract came in. I noticed he was writing a lot of checks and he was having troubles. He kept writing them, then tearing them up and starting over. I went out to help him, math never was one of Tom's strong points.

I sat down and went through the list with him, several of them were very large.

"We need to get you a check machine if you keep this up." I told him. Then I got my calculator and balanced his accounts. I also wrote out the one check he was having trouble with, it was odd figures and over $180,000, he kept running out of room on the line.  I noticed that one was to Brad's company. Just as I finished, I heard a car in the driveway. I looked out, it was a little white Honda I hadn't seen before. I saw Brad get out the passenger side, realized Jon was in the back seat and a woman was driving.

"Brad is here!" I called out to Tom. I am going to go change." I was wearing just a sports bra and panties since it was warm. I probably wouldn't have bothered if it had been just Brad and Jon but I didn't know the woman.

They were standing in the living room when I came back in, I had put on my shorts and my lately ever present tube top. Brad introduced me to Patty, she was certainly a redhead. Her hair was about every color possible, she had green eyes and freckles and was dressed in lime green shorts with a matching halter top. She was very pretty, slender and in good shape. I noticed her legs, she obviously rode a bike a lot, too.

She smiled as we shook hands, we all went out on the deck. The guys dug some beers out of the outside cooler and sat down, Patty and I went inside so I could show her around.

Sometimes women just hit it off, it was that way with her. In no time at all we were laughing, finally we ended up back out on the deck, looking out over the back yard. There is a nice view there through some trees that Tom has always threatened to trim but I won't let him.

"What's that?" Patty asked, pointing down towards the lower yard. I looked and saw something bright red.

"Oh! Tomatos!" I said, so we headed down the steps to go see. I hadn't planted a garden but the vines had grown anyway, they were huge. We started picking them, then I went and got a sack to hold them all.

"Look what we found." I told Tom, sitting them down on the table.

"Wow!" He said, picking one up as big as his fist. I went and got a knife and some salt and we all sat around eating them until we could not hold any more.

"Hey, can I use your hot tub?" Jonathan asked.

"It's not turned on." I told him.

"It doesn't need to be, it's hot as hell and a dip would feel good."

"Sure, go ahead." I told him.

"I think I will too." Brad said. He got up and walked over, reached down and unclipped his artificial leg. Patty got up and sat on the edge of the tub, they both dangled their legs in the water. Jon slid in wearing his briefs.

"Hey, no clothes in the hot tub!" I called out, laughing at him again. I knew exactly what he would do and he did. Off came the briefs under the water, he tossed them up on the deck.

Patty looked mildly surprised but she just sat there. I saw Brad lean over and say something to her, she grinned and reached back and tripped her top. Then she stood up and tugged down her shorts, stepping into the cool water. She sat down on one of the underwater steps and leaned back.

I got up and went over to the controls, set them on low and hit the water jets.

"Oh! That feels good!" She giggled.

"Nice looking woman." Tom said. "Big titties." I took a fake punch at his arm.

"You just get off on looking at strange stuff." I told him.

"I like looking at you most of all." He said.

"Want to join them?" I asked.

"It might be a little bit tight in there." He said.

"Oh, well, we will manage." I got up and took off my tube top, I noticed Jon looked up at me. I stepped out of my shorts and slid into the water, it did feel good. There was room in our tub for four people but it was a squeeze, Jon scooted over to make room for me.

Then Tom surprised me, he got up and came over, peeling his T-shirt over his head. He stood there for a second, then slid his blue jeans down and off.

"No clothes in the hot tub!" I told him. He pulled off his briefs, I expected him to be hard but he wasn't. Tom isn't huge in that department, not quite six inches when turned on.

But he sure makes up for it by how hard he does get. He sat down and slid into the water, now we were all almost pressed up against each other.

Patty was on my left, I felt my leg pushed against hers. She just sat there. This put Jon and Tom next to each other, Jon scooted sideways towards Patty. Our feet were bumping each other under the water. Patty giggled as Jon bumped up against her.

"Hey, watch your hands!" She said.

"Sorry." Jon said, looking flushed.

"I think I will join you guys!" Brad said with a grin. I laughed, this was getting to be fun. Brad was around 200 pounds and we were already jammed up with the exception of Tom and Jon who had perhaps a foot or two between them.

Brad got up on one leg, undid his pants and slid them down. He wasn't wearing anything underneath, it was the first time I had really seen his cock. It was just like the vision I had in a dream months before, Brad was very large. He stood balanced on one leg and stripped his T-shirt off over his head. His upper body rippled with muscle from years of hard work.

I was fascinated by the comparison, Brad's body looked like a larger version of Tom's, both were heavily muscled, Brad was just larger by far. Jonathan on the other hand was softer looking.

"I think I will slide in right here." Brad said, sitting down and pushing his one leg between Patty and I. We both giggled as he slid into the water, pushing us apart as he did. He ended up sitting on the underwater step between us, pressed up tightly on both sides. I had my right leg jammed up against Tom, I reached down under the water and grabbed his cock. I gave him a wicked grin as he jerked a bit. I felt him reach over and put his hand on my right leg.

Then I reached over and put my hand on Brad's right leg. A moment later, I felt someone's fingers. I looked over at Patty, she flashed me a huge smile. She reached over and took my hand, pulled it over onto Brad's penis, it was half hard now. I knew she had been doing to Brad under the water the same thing I was doing to Tom.

I wrapped my hand firmly around him and stroked up and down, leaning back against the side of the tub like nothing was going on. Brad looked at Patty and then at me, he knew damned good and well what was going on.

So did Tom.

I was sitting there with two men's cocks in my hands, Tom was rubbing my right leg, getting higher and higher. I could feel Patty's fingers stroking Brad's balls. I giggled at that.

"What are you guys doing?" Jonathan asked.

"Oh, shut up." Patty told him, leaning his way. I knew she had grabbed his penis, too.  Jon's mouth came open, then he got a surprised look on his face, and he shut up. I managed to stifle another giggle.

Just then I felt Brad's fingers, they slid over my left leg and brushed across my pubic hair. I opened my legs as much as I could, pushing my right leg against Tom. He moved his leg over some when I did that, looking at me oddly. Then he realized, he reached out towards my crotch and I felt his fingers touch Brad's.

He pulled his hand back, leaned against the side of the tub. He got a strange look on his face. I just smiled as Brad's fingers brushed across my lips, then his index finger found my clit and he flicked it towards his palm several times.

I orgasmed so strongly I lifted my bare breasts above the water, I felt Brad's fingers leave me and they were quickly replaced by Tom's. I had my eyes squeezed tightly shut, lost in the sensations. As my body began to relax, I opened my eyes.

Jon was leaning forward, reaching out. That wasn't Tom's fingers at the last, it was Jonathan's. Tom sat there with a glazed look on his face, I felt his penis spasm and he erupted.

Everyone was staring at me, I felt myself blush furiously. I hadn't expected Jon to just reach out and touch me like that.

"Jesus, that was hot!" Jonathon said.

Brad had his arm around Patty, they both looked flushed too. I hopped up and sat on the edge of the tub for a second, then got up and went and got a towel. Everyone else climbed out too, for awhile it was strangely silent.

We all dried off and dressed, they went and sat at the table as I tripped the system to dump the water. I had no idea at all what to say or do. Some of this was getting to be a bit too much, even with the way things had been going.

Brad picked right up on it, though.

"Feeling uncomfortable, Sally?" He asked.

"Yes, a little." I blushed.

"No need to, that was beautiful." Brad said.

"Yes, honey, it was beautiful!" Patty told me, leaning out to look my way.

"But I haven't gotten off yet, can Brad and I borrow the bedroom?"

"It's his bedroom!" I laughed.

"Hey, I haven't gotten off yet either." Jonathan said.

"You can borrow the other bedroom." I grinned at him.

"But..." He looked at me, I just shrugged.

"I hate it when this happens." He said.




Choices Ch. 03



We all roared at that, Brad and Patty got up and went into his room.

"Well, Tom?" I looked at him. He stood up and took my hand.

"Don't mind me, I will just sit out here and masturbate." Jon wisecracked.

In our bedroom, Tom was on me in a flash, he had my shorts off in record time. He didn't even bother with my tube top until later when his hands slid underneath it. He took me to a massive climax, then held me tightly, leaning down every once in awhile to tug up my top and lick my nipples.

"That really was amazing." He said as he finally rolled over onto his back.

"I am still not sure who did what." I said.

"Brad had his hands between...your legs." Tom's voice caught slightly. "Then I was going to..but Jonathan beat me to it!"

"You just leaned back and let him."

"I thought that was you."

"Oh. Well, it felt good, didn't it?"

"Tom, it felt amazing." I giggled.

"Poor Jonathan." He said.

"What about poor Jonathan?"

"He doesn't get any."

"I think Patty was helping him out."

"I think so too but she stopped before..."

"Yea, probably."

"Why don't you go help him out?"

"Why don't YOU go help him out?" I laughed.

"No way am I going to..."

"So? Fine for me but not for you, right?" Tom just looked at me and grinned.

We snuggled up, I felt him beginning to stiffen, so I reached down to help.

That was the day Tom set his personal best, three times in one day. I thought he would never climax that last time, it took a full half hour. We showered together, dressed and went back out onto the deck. It was starting to cool off so I wiped down the hot tub and cleaned up. Brad and Patty were still in his room.

"You guys are sure a lot of fun." Jonathan said.

"We need to get you a girlfriend." I told him.

"Heck, I don't need one with you around." He said.

"Don't think I will make running around naked any kind of habit." I grinned at him.

"Darn, I hate being felt sorry for like that." He laughed. Patty came out, she had on her shorts and halter top.

"Where is Brad?" I asked her.

"Asleep, I think I did him in." She grinned.

The rest of the day we sat around and talked, it was almost like everything was normal. It wasn't normal, not to me. Teasing, flirting, nudity in the hot tub was one thing, even maybe one day one of those threesomes that Tom hinted around at? I felt I could probably deal with that but this was almost an...orgy?

I would have thought the conversation would be about sex, but the guys just chatted about the big job. Tom gave Brad his check, Brad looked at it and grinned, then folded it up and put it in his wallet.

Patty and I made plans to go bike riding together, that was pretty much the evening.

Another week passed and the weather turned colder and it started to rain. That ended our plans to go bike riding, I sometimes did ride in the rain but I preferred it nice out. So other than go to my office a few days each week, I was just being a housewife.

I was in the laundry room moving clothes to the dryer when I heard Tom's truck outside. I looked out, Jonathan was driving it. I just assumed he wanted some of the materials Tom kept in our garage.  A moment later Jon knocked on the door. I opened it, he stood there wet, it was pouring outside.

"Come on in, you are getting soaked." I told him, not thinking.

He walked in and looked around, I went and got him a towel. He wiped his face and hair, then handed me the towel back. I went in and tossed it in the hamper, came back out. He still just stood there.

"What's up, where is Tom?" I asked.

"Working, they sent me for some material, and they need some of the tarps out of the garage."

"Oh, ok. Which ones? I can go get them."

Jonathan still just stood there. I looked at him, sensing something was wrong but it didn't hit me.

"What's wrong with me?" He asked suddenly.

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone treats me like I don't matter. Even you."

"Jon, I..." I suddenly felt nervous.

"Why am I not good enough? Everybody else is but not me." He took a step towards me, I started to back away.

"Jon, I think you need to get the tarps and go."

"Just like that, huh? Just go. You tell me to shut up, you run around teasing all the time but I am not good enough." He stepped towards me again. I backed up but I was running out of room, he stepped closer.

"Jonathan, don't!" I said loudly.

He reached out and grabbed me, I tried to pull loose but he was surprisingly strong. His hand came up and squeezed my breast, I pushed at his hands trying to get loose. He had my wrist gripped firmly. I tried to kick at him but he easily avoided that.

Somehow he managed to shove me backwards through the door, I lost my balance and fell onto my back. He forced himself up on top of me, jamming me down against the floor. His hands shoved my sweater up, I was pushing at his shoulders to no avail. He bit my breast, I felt a stab of pain. Then he was tugging at my lower clothing with his free hand. I felt the catch on my jeans give.

"Get off of me!" I yelled. We struggled, I was losing ground. I saw the blur of his lower body, his pants were down. I could not believe this was happening. I reached out frantically for something, anything. There was nothing. He crushed me back with his weight as I tried ineffectively to hit him. I felt his erection probing at me, I twisted my lower body sideways, back and forth trying to avoid him.

"Stop it, Jon!" I was yelling over and over.

Somehow he pressed my knees apart, I tried to kick with my feet but they were trapped by my jeans around my ankles. I felt his erection poke at me again, it slid up and over my pubic mound. He was trying to insert himself but I was squirming, holding him off. Then I felt a stab of pain as he partly entered me. I renewed my struggles at that. I couldn't hold him back, my body gave and he pressed inside. His erection was long, I felt another stab of pain as he went deep.

I was in shock, I couldn't believe this. I was being raped. I let myself go limp, I was afraid he would kill me. He started to pump at me furiously when I did that. I could feel him pounding away, my body pressed back flat on the floor. His face was contorted, everything seemed red, blurred.

"Easy, take it easy." I told him in a whisper. He eased up when I said that, the pain stopped. I lifted my hips to meet him.

"Oh, Sally!" He muttered when I did that. "I knew you wanted to."

I let my arms go around him, he seemed to relax even more. I felt him slow down, the weight lifted slightly as he pressed himself upwards, his hands now on the floor beside me. I reached down, stroked the side of his hips, then I reached between us. I let my fingers rub across his testicles gently, he groaned and lifted up to let me. He must have thought I was liking this.

I got ahold of him and bore down with all my might, dug in my fingernails. He let out a high pitched scream and tried to pull back. His penis slid out of me, I held on with all my might, crushing him. Then he was off of me, I let go and rolled away. I got to my feet and jerked my jeans up and ran out the front door, holding them up.

I got to Tom's truck, jerked opened the door. The keys were in it, I started it and tore down the driveway.

I was a mile away, crying and in panic. I saw Tom's phone plugged into the lighter, I picked it up and pushed the button.

"Hello?" Tom's voice answered.

"Tom! It was Jonathan. He was here, he tried to rape me."

"What?"

"Jonathan. He tried to.." I broke down into hysterics. I managed to get the truck stopped before I wrecked it.

"Where are you?"

"I am in your truck, almost to the cafe in town."

"Go there, we are on the way."

"Ok." I felt better now, I drove to the cafe and parked. I went inside, the large woman looked up at me. I was still holding my jeans up. I reached down and fastened them, then broke down into tears.

"Sally...? What in the world?" She set down the plate she was carrying and came around the end of the counter. She knew, she hugged me, then went and got a warm towel. I had some scratches and a swollen lip, plus some bruises. It was about 15 minutes and I heard sirens, a police officer pulled up.

I managed to explain and describe Jonathan, the officer left. He seemed very angry and in a hurry.  I heard another police car go by, siren screaming. Tom and Brad arrived shortly afterwards, I told them what had happened.

"Oh, God, Sally. I am so sorry, I never dreamed..." He hugged me as I wept some more.

The Police officer came back in just a half hour, Jonathan was in the back seat in handcuffs. They had found him walking down the road. My van had been at the house, but I guess he couldn't find the keys.

I identified Jonathan for them, he looked out the window at me, hate on his face. They left, Tom took me home, Brad went back to the jobsite. Then they called, I had to go in and undergo the indignity of checking for DNA. I didn't think there would be any but there was, and it matched of course.

Then there was the blood tests. All negative so far, I will have to do more later.

It was several days before I started to feel normal again. I called my office, explaining I was taking some time off. I didn't tell Cheryl what had happened but I think she knew.

In fact, by the time the trial was over, I think everyone knew. Of course they used everything they could think of, they made me sound like a very slutty person before that was all over.

There were photographs, the bite marks on my breast, bruises on my thighs. I had to suffer the indignity of that even though the photos didn't show my face.

"She was asking for it, she likes it rough." Were the exact words his lawyer used, pointing at me. My face flamed at that, I sat looking down, my hands in my lap.

The truth? I guess I was in a way. But they still found Jonathan guilty, he was sentenced to several years in prison. Aggravated rape since he had penetrated, plus assault.

I had to be there, in the courtroom. I will always remember his eyes looking at me as he was led away.

Tom and I talked, that is the one good thing about our relationship. We can talk openly and honestly most of the time, and that helped. I explained exactly what happened, how far Jonathan got. He had managed to completely penetrate but I had injured him before he could ejaculate. I explained how I had pretended to give in, to enjoy that so I could get my opening, my chance to escape. I was thinking that Jonathan would probably have killed me if I didn't escape.

I learned later that he had a knife in his pocket, and there was some rope in the back of Tom's truck. He was just an employee, sent to get some material, none of us really ever realized what was going on in his head.

Tom saw to it that I was never alone after that, Patty even came out and stayed with me for a couple of weeks. There was a couple of nice fall days, we went bike riding together. I really like Patty, she and I have become very close.

Tom cuddled with me each night but made no attempt to make love to me. I knew he was waiting for me. One day I woke up and felt fine, the Sun was shining in our bedroom window. I reached over to touch Tom, his soft snores told me he was asleep, but he was erect. I slid under the covers, took him in my mouth. I heard him murmer first in his sleep, then he woke up. His hand came down and stroked the back of my head, so I slid up and wrapped my arms around him. He made long gentle love to me, it was wonderful.

Next week I will go back to work. I want everything to be just like it was, normal. I told Tom that there would be no more teasing, doing things with anyone we don't know very closely. Brad and Patty, I know them and know I can trust them. Will I ever hop nude into our hot tub with them again?

Probably. I don't know, I just don't. I am a different person now, somewhere in between what I was before and what I became for awhile. 

Did I ask for what happened to me? No, I don't think so, no woman does.

But did I encourage it in a way, with my teasing and easy nudity? Yes, I think I did.

Tom understood, I know he felt very badly about all that happened. He hasn't mentioned or pressed me about anything since, not even once.

There are consequences to everything, that one could have been much more than just my being violated.

It could have been my life.




Choices Ch. 03



The Choice. (The best and worst year of my life.)

Part 3.

The break up.

Stage 1-The plot

A week had passed since I watched and helped Kim with her seduction of my brother Brandon. We watched his reactions during this week and found that while he did continue to see Stella and even moved into the "Serious" stage of the relationship, he seemed more then a little out of sorts and to our delight he was up late nights. We thought he was waiting for the deviless to return.

During this week Kim had become a constant figure at my house. More times then not she slept, ate and hung out here with me. One morning, one week exactly to the day after Kim had finally had Brandon we listened while first mom and then dad and finally Brandon all left for their jobs and got to work.

Kim had dressed in a pair of blue jeans, black combat boots and a T-shirt for the band "Disturbed" and was sitting at my vanity applying her make-up. I was on the other end of the room looking through my closet for something to wear when Kim looked into the vanity at me and cleared her throat.

"I have been thinking more about our problem and we need to tackle it on two fronts." She asked thoughtfully.

"And those would be?" I replied.

"Getting between Stella and Brandon won't be easy. One of the first things we need to do is get his attention on someone else besides her." Kim replied as she applied her eye make-up. "As long as he is under her...well I would say thumb, but I think that covers it. Under her, we don't stand much of a chance."

"We are going in circles again Kim. We know that already." I said sadly. This was looking more and more like a lost cause.

"What if the deviless continues to visit him?" Kim asked softly with a little purr in her voice. "Think about it. Every night. In his bed. In his car. At work. At the shop. He is so fixated on who this woman is, he will forget all about Stella and her bed."

"My god, your a devious one." I mused with a little smile on the corners of my lips. "What do we do about Stella herself?"

"We could always get her to cheat and let Brandon catch her." Kim said thoughtfully as she finished the thick Gothic make-up around her eyes.

"I would rather not hurt my brother in all of this." I mused. "But, letting HER find him with someone else. Now THAT has possibilities."

"But who?" Kim said with a little smile playing on her lips. "I could go for another ride."

"Keep your mind on the task at hand. I think I have the perfect person." I said and flashed her a wide mischievous grin.

The day after I meant to set my plan in motion, but a unexpected event would shake the very foundation of our lives. It almost tore everything we had build apart and would lead directly to the scariest moment of my life, but we are getting ahead of ourselves. Two days following Kim and I deciding what to do the door bell rang and I walked through the living room to open the door and squealed.

"UNCLE RANDY!" I squealed.

At the door stood my mothers brother Randell with his wife Catherine and their two young children. Randy was the tallest of his family at 6'5 with broad shoulders and even in his early forties he had a youthful look about him. He had blond hair now touched with Grey at the temples and the deepest blue eyes. Catherine was a short woman at 5'1, and she looked completely tiny standing next to her massive husband. She was seven years younger, with blond hair and light green eyes. She could have been part of our brood, she looked so much like the Jenson clan.

"Theres my niece!" He roared and pulled me into a huge bear hug and spun me around the living room while I giggled like a little girl.

When he set me down I saw mom standing at the doorway of the kitchen in her black slacks and her nice blouse fresh from work. Mom had a strange smile on her face, it was soft and almost gentle. Her own blond hair was hanging down around her face. Seven years younger then her only sibling.

"Hey Randy." She said softly.

Uncle Randy looked over at the sound of the voice and both he and Catherine smiled wide but before he could cross the room to greet her Brandon came running down the stairs at the sound of Uncle Randy's rumbling greeting for me. Now, anyone else who had seen my massive brother running at them full speed would wince away, but not uncle Randy. Uncle Randy was more then big enough to catch him and stop him dead in his tracks. The two men embraced and I saw my mother smile in that strange way of hers.  

And then of course, all hell broke loose. From the door near the entrance to the kitchen where my mother stood my father was standing slack jawed. Had he just stayed in that poise, then everything would have been fine, but I watched as the lines on his forehead began to crease and his lips curled in that mixture of hatred and blind fury.

My father then let out a series of expletives that I won't even attempt to repeat. My mother paled, Catherine stood there slack jawed at the things her husband was being called in front of their children. Randy just stood still with his eyes downcast and took it. The only one who wasn't to shocked, was Brandon.

Brandon turned and locked his eyes on our father and his lips curled back into a snarling expression that I had never seen on his face before. It was bestial, mildly psychotic, and our father should have heeded it. Dad crossed the room and continued to yell profanities and then poked Uncle Randy in the chest and demanded.

"Who gave you permission to show your despicable face here?" He demanded.

Randy lifted his head to answer, but my father had lost all sense of reason. He doubled up a fist and threw a inexperienced punch a punch that traveled all of 6 inches before his hand was covered by the large mitt of my brother. For the first time Brandon and our father locked eyes and something passed between them.

"Walk away Tom." Brandon hissed. "I may put up with how you treat me, but I will be damned if I allow you to treat the one person in this world who always treated me like I mattered that way. This is your only warning."

The tone Brandon used. The force in his words. It sent a shiver down my spine and I would feel the inside of my body heat up. My little brother wasn't a boy anymore. He had grown into a man. Strong. Confident. Proud and willing to defend those he loves. That was the last time I saw Brandon Jenson, as my brother.

Our father stammered a reply that never came and then turned and made a beeline for the office he had come out of and slammed the door. The silence that dominated the room wasn't so much broken, as it was shattered by the sudden exclamation of a 9 year old boy who yelled.

"You are so awesome Cousin!" Jonathan, Randy's youngest yelled.

Jonathan ran around his father and hugged Brandon's leg. His older sister Jasmine giggled at her little brothers sudden exclamation and this, of course, caused everyone else to laugh. Brandon leaned down and picked up Jonathan and held him up with one arm.

All I could do was stand and stare at the man who had finally been revealed to me and think about the world. The rules and the Taboo's. The world told me that what I was feeling is "unclean", that it is a "horrible" thing. Even to the point of being a crime, but I ask now what I asked myself then. Is love a crime? Or is true love blind?

Uncle Randy broke my all consuming thoughts by clearing his throat, but when I looked up he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at my mother. At that moment something passed between them.

"Monica, can you help me in the kitchen?" My mom asked quickly.

"Yeah, I need to borrow your brother anyway." Randy added just as quickly. "We need to find a good hotel in the area."

I gave Brandon one last look as he turned and began to talk to Uncle Randy and Catherine and felt my cheeks begin to flush a bit. This was a whole new side of me, and to tell the truth, I kind of liked it. I was falling in love with him, and part of me dreaded that, but another part of me just smiled and purred like a happy and content kitten.

Once they were gone I turned and followed mom into the kitchen. For a woman who had called me into the kitchen, mom sure seemed like she didn't want to talk. She stood with her back to me cleaning the sink, and then cleaning it again.

"Is there something wrong mom?" I asked.

"Why would something be wrong?" She asked, a bit too quickly for my taste.

"Well, considering your cleaning the same patch of sink three times now and....your face is beat red." I exclaimed as my turned around.

"Leave it alone Monnie. Please, leave it alone." My mom pleaded.

I couldn't put my finger on it yet, but something was definitely wrong in the Jenson household.

-Brandon-

I felt that blind rage at Tom all the way down the driveway. Randy had always been good to me, and I would be damned if I sat by and allowed that to happen. I climbed into the Camaro and took off down the street with the red minivan in my rear view. The drive helped to calm me down, When we pulled up to the hotel and parked Catherine took the kids in to register and Randy motioned for me to take a little walk with him. For a time, he said something until finally he looked over at me and smiled.

"Thank you for stepping in with your father." Randy said softly. "But, next time let me handle it. There are factors involved in all of this my boy, that are far beyond your ability to understand."

"Try me" I said with a little tone to my voice. "After everything he has done to me, I think I deserve to know."

Though he never turned his face to face me, I felt as if he was staring directly at me. Like a guilty child with his hand in the cookie jar. For a time he was silent and then he sighed and shook his head.

"I'm sorry Brandon." He whispered. "I love you like you were my own son, you know that, but some secrets are best left untold. Sorry Brandon."

With a pat to the shoulder Randy turned and headed into the hotel. It was then I realized that I had no idea why they were in town. Uncle Randy avoided coming here like the plague. Something was definitely up.

This was the last moment of piece I would have for the next two full weeks.

-Monica-

We put our plan into motion the next night. Brandon came home from work late in the evening after spending five hours working on a woman's back, showered and went straight to bed. Kim and I laid in bed pretending to be asleep and listened to Mom and Dad talk downstairs. More then once we caught the word "Brother" and I thought I heard my mom say "We can't let them repeat."

Kim and I flipped a coin over who would get the first turn and I had to suppress a scream of happiness when I won the toss. The only real problem I had was that we both agreed to start slow and with mom and dad in the house, I wouldn't be able to do what I wanted with him, but still, I sent a chill go down my spine at the mere thought of feeling his flesh again.

When we heard the silence of the house I nodded to her and donned the deviless mask. This time I allowed my blond hair to fan out around my face and neck. It would be dark enough to cover the color and I wanted to look my sexiest for him. My lover. My brother. My love.

We both decided that when in private like this, we wouldn't don the rest of the costume. So I crept into Brandon's room in nothing but the mask. For a moment I paused at the threshold and stared at him. He was on his back with the sheet covering from the waist down. And his face turned away from me. Silently I crossed the room and pulled the black curtain fully closed causing what little light was in the room to die, then standing no more then five feet from his bed I called very, very softly.

"Brandon."

"Hmm?" Brandon stirred slightly, but didn't awaken.

"Brandon, my love. I need you." I whispered and with a shutter of longing I realized it was completely true. My god, I was falling in love with my own brother!

I heard the sheets rustle and his soft voice appeared.

"Whose there?" Brandon said sharply, but at the same time, very very softly.

"Me beloved." I whispered.

I crossed the room and when I felt my thigh hit the gentleness of the mattress I slid my hand across the sheet until I came to his stomach. His body flinched at the sudden touch but I slid my hand up his flat stomach to the curve of his peaks and them down his arm until I came to his hand. Then I lifted the hand and placed it to the mask.

Brandon sucked in a deep hissing breath and I smiled inwardly when I realized it was a hiss of lust. He knew the mask just by the shape. His fingertips trailed down by throat and that touch became very gentle when he realized there was no costume. That I was naked. I felt his thumb run over my nipple and it immediately hardened and I moaned.

"Shhh." He said firmly and then his hand grabbed my waist and pulled until I fell on the bed next to him. Like the first time, I was puddy in his hands. He was so strong and knew what he wanted. His fingertips began to roam over the length of my body, searching, learning. "I have a houseful tonight my deviless, you cannot moan like that. It may wake up my sister."

"Brandon." I whispered and forced myself to take control. If I let this continue, I would let him fuck me anyway he wanted and would beg for more. I would bit the pillow if he commanded it of me. I would swallow his cum, let him dump it on my face, or bury it in my ass, but I couldn't allow that. "Do you want me?" I asked in that mysterious tone.

"You know I do." He said softly and leaned back as I pushed on his chest. "I have been waiting."

"Then you must take what I give you." When he went to protest I placed my fingertip to his lips. "Shhh my handsome phantom soon you will have it all and more, but it must be my way. Will you do that for me Brandon? Will you give control of yourself to me....as I did to you?"

I held my breath in the silence and was suddenly scared he would refuse. Brandon was proud and a hell of a man and he knew it, but to my surprise and endless happiness he just whispered.

"Yes." He whispered. "For you. Yes."

With a happy whimper I slid my hand down to the sheet and pulled it back. My hand them closed around the flesh of his rock hard cock. No boxers. Slowly I began to stroke up and down, gently and carefully. Before I did anything leaned up and whispered in his ear.

"Brandon....when you learn the truth...remember this moment. I am soaking wet just touching you. You did this to me, and I wanted it to happen. Know my Brandon, I am yours."

And then I shifted down and wrapped my lips around that beautiful cock. My lips stretched so full around the girth as I began to slurp up and down. The sounds of my sucking filled the room. I spared no sound for him. Every slurp was heard in his room. When I went deeper, every small choke was heard in his room.

My eyes snapped open suddenly and I moaned loudly into that cock. He had broken my rules and was now burying two fingers deep into my pussy as I worshiped his cock. My body tried to ride his hand, No, his body. I was his, completely. It took all my will power to reach down and pull his hand away.

"W...wait." He moaned as I did this, but I simply began to go deeper and bob faster. That hand that had been buried in my pussy seconds before was now gripping the sheet. The other hand came to my hair, not as a hold, but as a gentle caress. This only spurred me on more. I bobbed my head faster and harder, working hard to get that cock into my throat and when I finally popped that head past the entrance his back arched off the bed and he groaned.

"Baby....i'm gonna...your gonna make me...." he pleaded, trying to warn me, but I would be damned if I stopped now. I didn't just want this, I needed this. I had never swallowed a man's cum before but I wanted him to be the first.

With that cock now being able to enter my throat I began to go from the head down to the base. Into my throat and out of my throat over and over again. He tries again to warn me, but I only sped up again. His scream was muffled by what I assumed was a pillow or his fist and he launched a torrent of cum into my throat.

I drank it down greedily all the while gagging and choking on the amount. Once I had swallowed the last of it I pulled my head up and suddenly his hand grabbed my hair, not roughly, but still.

"Stay." He whispered.

"I can't baby. Not yet." I pleaded. God, I wanted to stay so bad, my whole body ached.

Kim then hit the wall, pretending to be me and the shock was enough to make him release my hair and I slid from the bed. When I heard his voice again, it almost broke my heart.

"Please...stay. I....i never felt like this." Brandon pleaded.

My heart leapt into my throat and I wanted nothing more then to leap into his arms, but he wasn't ready yet. More still needed to be done. So I simply reached out and gently caressed the top of his head.

"Be patient my Brandon. And be strong." I whispered and then added suddenly. "Stella isn't right for you. Can she make you feel like I do?"

"No." He whispered back in the darkness. "Not even close."

With a happy heart and a smile I very softly walked from the room, leaving him talking in the darkness. Once I made it back to my room I closed the door carefully and then tossed the mask to Kim for her to hide. Once she had hidden it she turned to me and her eyes had a strange look in them.

"I heard you." She said after a moment of silence. "Your Brandon? My love?"

I could tell she didn't approve, me fucking him was one thing, but this was different. Even I knew that much. All I could do was nod.

"Your falling in love with him aren't you?" She accused.

"God help me Kim. I am have already fallen." I whispered in despair and collapsed onto my knees and cried. To her credit, she was there a moment later and holding me. "What do I do Kim? I have fallen in love with Brandon."

"We get him away from Stella." She said gently and stroked my hair. "Monica....don't take this the wrong way but...."

And then she kissed me. It wasn't a sexual kiss, but our tongues danced and she moaned into my mouth before pulling back softly.

"You had to taste him...didn't you?" I asked.

"....Yes." She answered.

The rest of the night we talked about where this went from here. Kim was next and we would take this one step further with her. Then, if he was ready we would both talk to him and tell him the whole story.

-Brandon-

I laid awake for hours after the strange woman of my dreams had left me. I felt fulfilled and yet empty at the same time. It was close to two hours before I could get to sleep. That night I dream of hundreds of masked women all taunting me, except one. She said nothing, simply watched me with a strange smile on her full lips. The others taunted and laughed, but she simply said "I love you baby." and I felt happy. I woke up happier then I had been in months. Confused, but happy.

My day began like it always did. Dress. Breakfast of eggs, bacon and sausage then off to the gym. An hour workout and a shower in the gym and then off to the shop. I opened the shop and got it all ready for the days business. The shop was opened for less then an hour when the phone rang.

"Innocence lost. Brandon speaking."

"Hi. I have kind of a strange request." Came the female reply. It was strangely familiar and at the same time not.

"Okay, I may have a strange answer, but ask away darlin." I replied with a chuckle.

"Well....i want to get some work done, but I am very shy. Would it be possible to close the shop for my appointment?" She asked.

"Well, I have private rooms just for shy people." I answered.

"....That's not the same. If it's a matter of money, I can pay more." She said firmly.




Choices Ch. 03



The forcefulness of the voice caused me to lift a brow where I leaned on the counter with the phone in my hand.

"Well, how much time do you think you would need?" I asked.

"....It's not going to be a huge piece. Maybe an hour and a half? Two hours max?" Came her gentle reply.

I considered this a moment and then shrugged. I liked to help shy people get their fist ink. "You know what, sure. You pay me for the time and then say....half time for the same time and we have a deal."

"So time and a half?" Came a very fast response.

"Yeah, that sounds about right. When did you want to come by?" I asked.

"Give me two hours? And one more thing...." Her voice now sounded softer more seductive. "Can you turn the lights of the shop down when I get there?.....i am very shy."

Softly I chuckled and told her I could do that and then we hung up. Over the next two hours I had a couple of kids come in and make appointments for next week to get work done and then I looked at the clock and got prepared. I turned the closed sign on and locked the doors. Then I went to the back room and hit the breakers to turn some of the lights off. I had to admit, the neon lights in the windows and doorway did make the place look awesome.

When I heard the knock on the door I walked over and was just about to look out when I heard that familiar voice through the door.

"Please....can you just unlock the door and look away? I just really need a moment to compose myself before you see me." Said the voice.

I just chuckled softly, unlocked the door and turned to walk deeper into the shop. It wouldn't have surprised me when I heard the door open, close and then re lock if I suddenly felt a gun in my back. I was very stupid to dot his as it made it easy to be robbed.

"Thank you for all of your kindness....you can turn now." She said.

When I turned, I wasn't being robbed, but it didn't stop me from having my breath catch in my throat and my heart from beating like a hammer in my chest. Standing before me was a woman of of petite shape, perhaps five foot four, maybe five foot six at maximum. She was wearing a black dress that was split up each side to just above the knee. Her top was a red and black trimmed halter top that opened at the chest showing the swells of small, but perky breasts. And of course, the black deviless mask. Her hair could have been either blond or light brown in the lack of light. Her full lips were smiling and I realize then, it wasn't a lustful smile. It was a happy smile.

"Hi baby." She whispered.

"You want a Tattoo?" I asked stupidly.

"I want to be marked. Yes." She answered and crossed the room to me in two steps. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me down. To be honest, she could have pulled until she was so tired she passed out and not bent me over, but this was my deviless, I bent for her and she kissed me passionately. I returned that kiss with equal passion. My hand reached up toward her face but she suddenly broke the kiss and stepped back.

"Now now. You remember the rules. My way my Phantom." The Deviless said softly.

I wanted to scream in frustration. No women since I was 16 has had that power over me. The last one was the Ms. Robinson type that was my third. Since then, I was in control. She had taught me a lot, but this woman was special. Somewhere inside I knew it. Four times she has appeared to me. Four times she touched me like she wanted nothing more then me in the whole universe. This wasn't Stella. Finally I nodded.

"Good." The deviless said with genuine delight. "First things first. I did mean what is said. I want work done."

All I could do was stand there and blink. Three times this beautiful woman had rocked my world and now she comes to stand before me and tell me she wants to be inked? Hell, that only made her sexier in the long run.

"What did you want?" I asked.

She looked like she had already decided before hand what it would be. A smile spread over those full pouty lips and she answered.

"Half of a heart. Jagged and ripped in the center." She answered.

I stood there for a long moment staring at her and wondering who had the nerve to hurt this woman. I didn't say a word as I led her to the table and began to get the colors ready. My thoughts continued on the thought of this broken heart. Was that why she couldn't let me see her without the mask? Was she afraid I was like all the others?

Over the next hour I crafted the most detailed half a heart I possibly could and colored it as vividly as possible. As I did we talked, about my life and little things about hers. She had graduated college. She knew me. She had a crush on me for a bit now. She asked about Tom and why he acted the way he did and about my relationship with Monica. She giggled a bit when I mentioned that I thought Monica was a spoiled brat, but I loved her. Then, she asked me about Monica's friends.

"Her friends?" I said to myself as I was finishing up the final touches. "Vanessa is a stuck up little bitch who cares more about her clothes then she does her own family. Becky is hardly around anymore, but she was nice enough. A bit slutty and desperate for my tastes. Kim is cool, she and I have closer tastes in music and clothes."

"And this Kim." The Deviless whispered, and I could feel the heartbeat pick up in the blood appearing in the wounds. "Do you think she is pretty? I know her breasts aren't as big as Stella's or even Monica's."

"Can we not mention Monica and breasts please." I said sharply and then chuckled, but that chuckle died as I seriously thought about Kim. "Kim is beautiful. She's the only girl I know who has the nerve to be friends with Monica and not cave to her whole prissy look."

"You think Kim is beautiful?" The deviless whispered in shock. "Really?"

"Of course, without a doubt." Another little chuckle and the gun's buzzing life ended and was set down on the counter. "Your done. Oh, and by the way...."

As I pushed back in my rolling chair as she kicked her legs around to face me I smirked a bit.

"I enjoyed talking to you for once. The sex is great though, when it happens."

A faint little giggle left her and the look she gave me looked almost tender. "My dear Brandon. You played by the rules and now, the game may continue. Do you remember what happened the last time we met?"

How could I forget, I thought to myself. You tortured me with your mouth until I exploded in your throat. "Yea, I remember." was all I said, trying to play it cool.

"Well, now it's your turn to do something you have asked your Deviless for since day one." She purred.

I have to admit, when she called herself my deviless I felt a shock run through me. As if it felt right, not that some random mask belonged to me, but the woman behind it. That she was mine. When my mind came back to her words I knew what she meant and I came forward like a shark. She let out a squeak of surprise. She had given me permission and now the control was mine again.

While she had tried to stand up I shouldered her gently back into the chair and grabbed the hem of that dress and pulled hard. Her ass came off the seat and the next thing she knew the soft black fabric was bunched around her waist. Beneath that black dress was a bare shaved pussy that wasn't overly wet, but before my eyes I could see the moisture building. Above me I could hear her panting, waiting, expecting.

I looked up from what was to become my meal to her eyes and the masked face was turned down to look at her and she had her lip bitten between her teeth. Her eyes were shining, pleading, almost begging. I chuckled softly and kissed the side of her thigh.

"I thought you didn't like this." I said teasingly.

"I lied." She hissed with need and arched her back at the kiss to her thigh. "Please Brandon....please lick me....please."

The sound of her begging like that only drove me deeper in that sexual domination I had learned. Again I kissed her thigh, this time adding a tiny little kiss to the center of her lips, right at the opening and then pulled back staring up into her eyes. Her eyes were locked on me and even they were begging.

"Tell me your name." I demanded.

"I can't!" She yelled in frustration. "Please Brandon I need it."

Again I leaned forward and placed a kiss to the center of those lips. This time it was firmer and my tongue parted them and quickly darted inside. This movement got a sharp gasping moan from the deviless and then I leaned back.

"Your name." I repeated forcefully.

"Y...Y....You promised." She said desperately. "You....you promised me....my way."

With a sigh I knew she was right. My way of saying I am sorry I leaned forward and ran my tongue across the length of those lips and then I reached that little nub of her clit I sucked it between my teeth and gently dragged my teeth over the tender flesh. After that dragging of teeth I slid that tongue back down and gently slid it little bit by little bit inside that tender, velvet and now wet opening until it was as deep as it could go.

"O...o....Oh...OH!....Oh....MY.....GOD!!" She squealed and her first orgasm racked her body. Hands began to run through my short blond hair and over the powerful shoulders. "OH GOD...More baby more! I love it!"

At that point I lifted her legs and place one on each side on my head, wrapped my arms around her thighs to keep her in place and really went after it. My tongue would alternate between driving into her sweet smelling opening and then running up to her little nub. When I reached that nub this time I didn't gently bite, no I began to flick my tongue up and down, back and forth relentlessly.

The deviless before me was a quivering mess now. She squirmed trying to get away from that assaulting tongue. She was a fount of whimpering moans and then my gaze lifted and our eyes met. She wanted to look away, but my stare kept her in place. Her mouth opened in a soundless moan and her hips began to buck as the orgasm began to take effect.

I paused only long enough to say in a husky lustful tone. "Deviless." And then went back to licking.

"....Y...Yes.....Baby?" She asked between quivers.

"You ready to cum harder then you ever have?" I asked and our eyes stayed locked and I could see in hers a strange vulnerability and a secret longing. Slowly her head shook back and forth and she whispered between whimpers.

"Brandon....please no more. You....got your present." She pleaded. "Please...i don't want to become like...."

And then I drove two fingers deep inside her and began to piston them in and out. Flicking my tongue back and forth and listened to her stammering pleas which made no sense to me. She kept squealing and between shouts saying she liked me to much. I assumed she meant what I was doing. I stopped my licking at that point and focused on hammering those two fingers in and out of her tight pussy as hard as I could. Her hands came down and braced on my shoulders. Her eyes stayed locked on mine and something seemed to pass between us at that moment and her whole body began to shutter. I don't know what made me ask it, but I snarled.

"Whose is it baby? Whose are you?"

"OH GOD! Yours Brandon! Oh god baby I am yours!" She squealed as she came hard all over my hand and her hips began to move riding my hand through her orgasm. When she came back down to earth I pulled my hand free and stood up reaching for my belt. I needed to fuck this beautiful woman, but her hand reached out quickly and grabbed my hand to stop me.

"B...Brandon please no....not that. Not now." She pleaded.

"Damnit enough with the games!" I roared in frustration. "How many times do you thin you can just walk into my life and do this to me?! I gave you your control, I gave you whatever you wanted! What do you want!?"

"YOU! Okay?! I want you!" She yelled back and then bit her lip. "You want this Baby?" She asked and began to gently run her fingertips over the huge bulge in my jeans. "Do you want me?"

"Yes!" I said quickly.

"Call Stella." She said firmly.

"W...What?" I stammered. "Why do you want me to...."

"Call her and tell her it's over." She said with a fierce fire in her voice and burning in her eyes. "If you want me....if you want the Deviless. Do it."

"If I do this. No more games?" I asked, ready for the bottom to drop out. This was some kind of game, but when she nodded softly and actually smile I reached into my pocket and flipped open my cell. A few buttons later the phone was ringing. Stella answered and I barely had time to say hello and tell her who it was before the Deviless pulled the phone from my hand and lifted it to her ear.

"Stella. He's taken. Don't call him again." I could hear the yelling on the phone but the Deviless only smiled a gentle smile and looked me in the eyes. "He....deserves so much better then you." and then she flipped the phone closed.

The phone immediately began to ring again but I ignored it. I stood and waited for the mask to come off, but she only stood up and looked down at me.

"Your sure you want this?" all I could do was nod. "When your finished and you close the shop for the day, go home and shower. Get dressed in something nice and light candles in your room."

I wanted to argue but she crouched in front of me so we were face to face with me on my knees and she took my face in her petite little hands. Softly she smiled and tenderly she kissed me and whispered. "I understand it now. I really do. By the time you realize it's even a danger of happening it's too late and your already too far gone. You my sweet sexy Brandon are going to get all the answers tonight. Destiny awaits you."

And then she stood and walked from the shop. She flipped the sign to open, unlocked the door and was gone. Leaving me kneeling on the floor with my eyes wide and my mouth open. No idea what had just happened. I stayed in this position for what seemed like forever before the tell tale "ding" of the door opening broke my daydream.

"What's up with the lights?" Brian asked.

"W....hat?" I asked a bit stupidly.

".....Why does it smell like sex in here?" Brian said sharply and I couldn't help but laugh. Thank god for my apprentice.

The rest of the day dragged by and by the time I closed the store the sun had long gone down. My drive home was agony. Every fiber of my body was alive and it burned. When I pulled up in the driveway of my parents house no cars were in the driveway. I parked and walked inside and found a note from Monica that said she and Mom had convinced Tom to go and see Uncle Randy and try to work all of this out.

"Ha! Fat chance." I chuckled and then walked upstairs.

Once I got upstairs I did as I was asked. I stripped of the days clothing in my room and showered quickly. By the time I was halfway through the shower I realized my hands were shaking, I have no idea how I had become this wrapped around this strange woman's finger, but I was. The rest of the shower I spent happily thinking about how tonight it all ends. Tonight I find out who she is.

After I got out of the shower I did as she asked and changed into a pair of slacks and a black button up shirt. I didn't put on shoes, but I did put on black socks. Then I light the four candles I could find and waited.

-Monica-

Kim and I waited in her car around the corner until we saw Brandon's car pass and then got out and walked to the house. Across the street we stood and waited. The chill in the evening air of late February kissed our skin as we watched. When the soft light of candles appeared in the window I knew to be Brandon's we looked at one another, put on our identical masks and made for the house.

We had matching Tattoo's now on the inside of our wrists. She had one heart and I had the other. That was my idea when I realize that we both were falling in love with Brandon, two halves of one heart. Once we got inside we walked up the stairs and into his bedroom. When I saw Brandon a little smile touched the corners of my lips. He did clean up well.

"You came." Kim whispered breathlessly, but happily. "Here we are, as promised."

"We?" Brandon said as he turned, but when he saw us his eyes narrowed. "What is this? More games?" He demanded.

"No my love." I whispered. "WE are your Deviless."

"How can you both be her?" He snapped at us, quickly losing control of his temper.

"The Halloween party." I whispered and watched as his eyes locked on me and he smiled.

"The next time you saw me. Here in your room. You rolled around the bed and made me yours." Kim said softly and he looked then at her and his eyes widened in realization.

"Standing naked in your room in only my mask." I said softly and then whimpered happily. "You tasted so good my love. I can still feel you sliding down my throat."

Brandon shifted as I knew the lump in his jeans was rising at the memories we were assaulting him with.

"In your tattoo shop." Kim said in the softest whisper, almost reverently. "You used your tongue to tease me as I deserved for this deception and then you held me in place and used your fingers to make me realize I belonged to you."

I looked over at Kim and saw she was shaking. I knew her well enough to know she was terrified. She had very few real boyfriends for as beautiful as she was. She was terrified of being rejected. When Kim looked over at me I nodded and she reached back and grasped the ties of her mask.

"Are you sure babe you want me to do this?" She asked.

"......" Brandon looked from one of us to the other before he nodded. "Yes. Show me."

Then Kim untied the mask and let it drop. I heard Brandon gasp when he saw her. "Kim!?" He exclaimed. "It was you all along?"

"Yes baby." She said, terrified it sounded of being rejected now. After all our planning. "Does this change what you said?"

Brandon took a moment and then smiled and shook his head. "No, not at all. I still want you."

I saw Kim smile happily and then she looked at me and her smile faded. This was the hard part. Softly she nodded and I sighed.

"Do you remember what you said to me?" I whispered. "When we laid in that bed and you touched me?" Brandon nodded and smiled at the memory. I felt the sting of tears in my eyes now, what if he rejected me? "And I told you to remember that moment when you learn the truth? You did that to me Brandon. I wanted you. I am yours. Completely. I belong to you."

Brandon studied me for a moment and then nodded. "I remember. Show me. You are where this started. You are where I felt truly needed for the first time. Show me."

And I untied and dropped the mask.

"Oh...god no...." I heard Brandon gasp.

-Brandon-

I watched and listened as the two women explained the parts in all of this. Inward I just kept thinking, two of them. I felt I was lucky just to have one and it was actually two. Two beautiful, sexual women who wanted me that desperately. It was flattering. Then the first mask came off and I almost past out. Kimberly. How many times had I wished when she was a teenager and I was a bidding young preteen that she would just look at me and now she was standing before me with the taste of her still on my tongue and she smiled when I told her I wanted her still.

I listened to the next one and I thought about Vanessa or Becky. Another of Monica's friends. She was going to have a fit when she realizes that two of her friends are sleeping with me. And then I hear the panic in her voice. The way she pleaded with me to remember and the mask came down.

All I could think was, oh god, I fucked my sister. My sister blew me. How could I take advantage of her like this? Maybe I was everything that Tom called me. Maybe he was right about me all along. I was sick. I needed to be away before I hurt her even more.

She saw the revulsion on my face and watching her heartbreak before my eyes caused me to whimper, like I had heard both of them do so much over the last few months. "...I'm sorry Monnie. I didn't mean to do that to you. I didn't mean....to take advantage of you."




Choices Ch. 03



But both women were at my side in a instant and talking together that I had done nothing wrong, that I was what they always wanted and they realized now that they didn't have to be jealous of one another, because they each hold half the heart and together it's whole.

"...I...just need time." I whispered. "To think."

"....Okay." Monica whispered in horror.

I turned and lifted Kim's face by the chin and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss, but I could feel the wetness of her tears on my cheek. I heard Monica sob, but before she could turn and leave I grabbed her by the wrist and turned her back toward me.

Monica gasped a hopeful sound and I looked into her eyes and without thinking I kissed her the same way I had kissed Kim. Monica threw her arms around my neck and returned that passionate kiss. After a moment I pulled away and whispered.

"Just a little time....this is a lot to process."

"Of course my love." Monica said with a nod.

"Your girls will waiting for you." Kim said with a smile and Monica nodded.

I nodded vaguely and walked from the room and out of the house. I climbed into the Camaro and fired it up. The fact that it was well after dark and I had no shoes on didn't even really occur to me at that point. I pulled out of the parking lot and popped open my phone, hit a dial and put it to my ear.

"....It's me." I said softly, almost like a zombie. "....Listen I don't care what was said....i need to see you. Now. Be there in twenty....." There was a long pause followed by. "....Yeah...love you too."

From the window in the house behind me two women who both loved me stood side by side watching me drive away. Each of them hoping I would be okay with this. That we could work this out, but I have to tell you. Anyone who tells you that sleeping with their sister is easy and doesn't mess with their head is lying. I suppose time will tell.



Choices Ch. 03



"Cara..." she whimpered on the verge of again refusing as her soft palms cupped my battered face. 

For a brief moment, that felt far more like an eternity, she studied me. I wasn't sure if she was taking account of the damage my husband had wreaked on me or merely trying to figure out if I really wanted her or not. Either way, my breath hung heavily in my chest until she pressed her lips feather lightly over mine. I found her soft sweet concession equally as intoxicating as I'd found her brazen heat the night before.

As my hands sought to free her of her satin wrapper, she moved to assist, aiding me in pushing the barrier of fabric away from her beautiful body. My hands seemed to find themselves over whelmed, I wanted to touch all of her at once. I didn't want to seem clumsy or inept, but my hands moved over her soft delicate skin with the impatience of a child with a new pet. To my surprise, she didn't seem to mind at all. Each brush of my fingertips over her body quickened her already ragged breathing.

"I have no idea what I'm doing." I admitted innocently against her full soothing lips. My heart was pounding so fiercely as much from the fear of disappointing her as from the excitement of feeling her against me. 

"Don't think about it." she smiled warmly, pressing gently against my hips with her, wordlessly encouraging me to roll onto my back. I watched breathlessly as she pushed the heavy comforter completely aside to move her body over mine. 

"But I want to please you." I argued honestly as she spread my thighs and knelt between them. I couldn't help the awed expression that covered my face. Studying her full round perfect breasts as they bounced and jiggled with her every movement just seemed to fascinate me beyond belief. I wanted her tiny hard nipples between my lips so bad but my insecurity took the driver's seat as always. 

"You know what my little kitten?" Hailey said, looking down at me thoughtfully just as her manicured nails began to lightly rake their way from my bare knees up my overly sensitive thighs to grasp the hem of my borrowed t-shirt. "I'm beginning to think that perhaps you're over dressed for this occasion." she said so seriously one would have thought she were giving a scientific explanation of cold fusion. 

"You think so huh?" I frowned cautiously. "Maybe you're right." I sighed as I arched to allow her to pull the soft fabric away from my still damp chilled skin. 

I don't know why I was so self conscious of my body. She had after all seen me bare already. Too many years of being told how unsuitable I was I suppose. As she knelt there staring down at me as though I were the most magnificent thing she'd ever seen, I couldn't stop the tears that filled my tired eyes. It was so painful to watch some one else look at me the way I'd spent years praying that my husband would.

"You're breaking my heart Cara." she breathed, her hand moving slowly to catch the first tear as it streamed down my temple. 

With out thinking, I turned to kiss her small delicate hand affectionately. "It breaks your heart that I love the way you look at me?" I asked softly, letting her know that my tears weren't a bad thing. Well not entirely bad anyway.

"Your tears." she frowned, lighting running her index finger over the cut on my lip. The stern set of her mouth let me know that she was silently cursing my husband. 

Shyly, I took her slim finger between my lips. I rubbed the tip of my tongue suggestively back and forth over the pad of her finger. I was rewarded by a weak moan escaping her parted lips. My hand slid up her arm to lightly press against her elbow, forcing her to bend to me. My other hand caught the back of her neck and drew her to me. My lips released her finger only to go in search of her velvet tongue.

As our lips met, I felt myself once again being overtaken by an unquenchable desire. The light caress of her tongue against mine was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Each kiss from her ruby lips seemed new and unique and indescribable. Oh I was absolutely right where I wanted to be for the first time in my life. 

Her hands caressed their way from my face to my breasts so slowly that it felt as though they were making an epic journey. Finding my nipples already hard and throbbing, they went to work quickly at teasing the high aching little nubs of flesh, as she continued working her tongue in and out of my mouth mimicking the thrusts of the most passionate love making. She captured each of my breathy lust filled moans dutifully between her lips. A cry of pleasure and pain tore from my lips as she gave my nipples a good hard twist.

"I'm sorry." she breathed apologetically. 

I know that she hadn't meant to be so rough, but I couldn't deny that a part of me liked it. My pussy began to ache painfully wanting to feel her touch. All from one little pinch. Not that I wasn't enjoying the softness, but at that moment it was the pain that really threw gasoline on the fire. 

"Please don't stop." I found myself moaning, arching beneath her to press my large breasts more firmly into her palms. 

She watched me cautiously as she began to knead my breasts. Lightly at first, her hands becoming more firm and enthusiastic with each of my pleading whimpers. Each time I would arch beneath her she'd squeeze harder, making me hotter and more impatient. Alas, she bent at the waist and took one of my nipple between her lips, sucking it mercilessly. As her fingers began to twist and torture my other nipple, my arms entwined instinctively around her waist.

Experimentally, my palms cupped her full round ass. My finger nails dug into her sensitive flesh as her teeth grazed my nipples teasingly. Her moan of pleasure, as my nails began to rake a path roughly from her ass up her smooth back, had me desperate to cum. Curiously, I lifted my hips to press against her flat abdomen. 

"Impatient little kitten." she teased breathlessly, flattening her body atop of me. 

I cried out in agony as her pubic bone pressed hard against my aching clit. I wasn't certain what she'd done, but it felt as though my pussy had just been branded like a yearling calf. Immediately, I began trying to squirm from beneath her. I knew I shouldn't have but for some reason my mind associated the pain with her body.

"What's wrong?" she asked in concern, easing away from me confusedly.

"I don't know. It just hurts." I said, annoyed to hear my voice sounding like that of a frightened child. 

"Let me see." she demanded, backing away from me to bend her face closer to my clean shaved pussy. 

It surprised me that I wasn't a bit embarrassed as her fingers gently separated my labia to carefully examine my vagina. I interlaced my fingers beneath my head and waited patiently for a diagnoses. Concern entered my mind as I heard her soft indignant gasp. I stared in wide eyed anticipation as she sat up and I saw the rage that filled her warm eyes.

"What's wrong?" I questioned curiously.

"You have a couple of tears just above your clit Cara." she said matter of factly. "How the fuck did that happen?"

"I don't know." I shrugged honestly. "They can't be that bad, the water didn't bother them." I said seriously. 

"They're pretty deep Cara. I wish you would let me take you to the hospital." she started in again. "You may not know what happened to you but I have a pretty damn good idea." she said seriously.

"Okay Beautiful, what's your theory?" I questioned with a placating smile.

"I think you were raped."

"What makes you think that?" I asked curiously.

"The tears look like a zipper pattern." she said honestly. 

"A zipper pattern?" I questioned with a dismissive giggle. "How could a zipper leave a pattern on my clit?" 

"Some prick doesn't bother undoing his jeans when he's got you on your knees, he just unzips them. He gets too rough, the metal beating against you're pussy can leave impressions and some times tears the sensitive flesh." she said firmly.

"Interesting theory. But I wasn't raped." I said in a tone as certain as I could manage. "I don't know how that happened, but I would have remembered that. And I'm not going to the hospital Hailey. It isn't necessary. It'll heal, I promise." I assured her softly.

"I don't understand you protecting a man that is capable of doing this to you Cara." she said frankly. 

I watched with curious interest as she hopped her naked body off the bed and bounce away into the bathroom. I had to admit to myself that I never enjoyed the view of my naked husband any where near as much as I loved watching her toned legs and tight ass leave the room. Watching her return was far more engrossing. My eyes seemed to be magically drawn to the light bounce of her heavy breasts and the sway of her seductive hips. 

"I'm weird I suppose." I smiled as she sat on the edge of the bed digging through a first aid kit. "What are you doing?" I asked curiously.

"I'm going to put some antibiotic cream on those tears." she explained. "I don't think it will hurt you, but I know an infection will."

"Yes Ma'am." I frowned, deeply wounded by her agitation. "Please don't be angry with me." I said softly, as she made quick thorough work of doctoring my odd injuries.

"I'm not mad with you Kitten." she sighed, running her fingers through her long soft hair, fighting down the annoyance I knew she felt. "I'm worried about you. There is a difference you know."

"I'm a big girl Hailey. I can take care of myself." I argued, feeling as though I was getting another of my parents million lectures.

"Obviously you can't." she bit thoughtlessly. 

I could tell by the look on her face that she immediately regretted her words. Her wide eyed frown just screamed 'Ah fuck'. She knew she'd made a mistake by challenging the handle I had over my own life. Instantly, I regretted calling her and made a mental note not to make the same mistake in the future. 

"I'm sorry Cara." she sighed tiredly. "I didn't mean that. I just meant that I wish you would let me take you the hospital. Let me call the cops. Let me do something besides sit here and feel helpless."

"You shouldn't feel helpless. I'm letting you doctor me." I said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. I didn't want to argue with her. I didn't want to feel like a disappointment to her too. My heart just couldn't take it. 

"Hard headed but damn so sexy." she smiled, grasping my chin gently and shaking my head side to side playfully. Hesitantly, she sat the first aid kit on the night stand. For a moment, she sat there staring down at me curiously.

"What are you thinking?" I asked softly, laying my hand on her smooth thigh, craving contact with her. 

"I'm thinking that I should have met you before he did." she said. Her voice didn't hold an ounce of dishonesty or deception. She seemed so sincere, that for a moment, I shared in her wistful regret. 

"Well you didn't." I shrugged, trying to seem indifferent to her words. "But I'm here now." I said matter of factly. 

"Yeah you are." she smiled charmingly. Her eyes lit up happily as if there were no where else in the world she'd rather be. Slowly she stretched out next to me on the bed. "And we're both exhausted so let's get some sleep." she suggested, rolling on her side to nestle sweetly up against mine. 

I couldn't stop the smile that splayed across my face as she laid her arm gingerly over my abdomen. Despite myself, I turned and kissed her forehead affectionately as she laid her cheek lightly on my shoulder. Lazily, my fingertips began to stroke her smooth soft arm. Even though I was hard pressed to admit it, I was happier and more at ease in that moment than I'd been since I'd gotten married. 

"Aren't you forgetting to throw your leg over my thigh?" I teased, thinking of the way I use to nestle up against my husband in the first months of our marriage. 

"I want to but they're pretty bruised up." she yawned tiredly.

"Oh." I sighed. 

Stiffly I turned on my side to face her, I wanted her closer to me. I wanted to feel every part of her body against mine. Innocently, I parted her thighs with my own and drew her up tighter against me.

I couldn't suppress the whimper of desire that slipped from my lips as she pressed her damp pussy seekingly against my thigh. 

"Ah God..." she moaned hotly as my hand grasped her ass and encouraged her to grind her pussy against me. As she buried her face in the cradle of my neck and shoulder and threw her thigh over my hip, I found myself moving with her and pressing harder against her as she rode me.

"Hailey." I panted, finding our straining and pressing against each other wildly exciting. I felt the heat building in my loins just as it would have been if her fingers were buried inside of me. "Ah yes please don't stop." I started pleading as she worked her body harder against mine. Our breast were pressed so tightly together that I couldn't tell my heart own heart beat from hers.

"I need you Cara." she breathed impatiently against my neck. "Oh God Kitten please I need you so bad." she moaned as she started bucking wildly against me, her nails clawing violently against my bare back. 

"That's it Baby." I encouraged, not at all certain what I should be doing. All I could think was just to hold her tighter. 

I was on the verge of orgasming though there was absolutely nothing touching my injured clit. I couldn't understand it and in that moment didn't care to. All I wanted was to cum and to make her scream my name passionately. "You're going to make me cum Hailey." I stammered into her hair as she once again quickened the thrusts of her hips against me, grinding harder and faster against my thigh. I wanted to scream in pleasure and pain as I felt her finger nails viciously breaking the skin on my back. The blurring of the line between passion and pain seemed to ignite my body.

"Cum for me my little Kitten..." she demanded as I entangled my fingers in her long silky locks. I don't know what possessed me, but I gave it a hard jerk, forcing her head backwards so I could take her lips with mine. As I forced my tongue between her between her lips she tensed and began to tremble against me in the throws of pleasure. She continued to move roughly against me until she captured the cries of my own orgasm between her lips.

As the waves of pleasure began to subside and our hearts began to beat at a lower more normal speed, our kiss gentled to some thing far softer and more affectionate than I could have imagined. Our clawing fingers became softer, caressing instead of digging. Our straining bodies were suddenly cuddling instead of fighting for control. For a moment, I felt almost as though I was in a sweet far away dream and I truly never wanted to wake up. 

"Wow." Hailey smiled, hesitantly ending our kiss. For a moment she merely laid there searching my face, though I'm not at all sure what she was looking for. "That umm... that was intense." she breathed thoughtfully, as if needing to fill the awkward silence with something, just not knowing quite what. "Did I hurt you?" she asked, her voice and face filled suddenly with devoted concern.

"No Ma'am." I smiled lazily. "I'm fine Honey." I assured her as shifted to untangle our limbs from each other. A moment of distress entered my mind as I noticed streaks of blood covering her delicate looking arm. "You're bleeding Hailey." I said in shock as I carefully examined her arm, unable to find the source.

"Roll over." she demanded as she realized the blood wasn't her own.

"What is it?" I questioned as she let out a guilty gasp. 

"Your back looks like a cat got a hold of you." she breathed, covering her mouth as though punishing herself for her words.

"Is that all?" I laughed, rolling back onto my side to stare into her mysterious dark eyes. "God the way you were acting, I thought some body had stabbed me." I teased, caressing her flush cheek tenderly.

"How could you not have felt that Cara?" Hailey questioned as she nestled her cheek into the palm of my hand needfully.

"I was busy feeling other things." I shrugged indifferently, as I shot her an innocent smile. 

"God... I am so sorry." she frowned.

"Don't be. Does it look like I'm writhing in agony?" I asked with playful sarcasm. "You didn't hurt me Hailey. I promise." I assured her gently. 

"Such a tough little thing... Aren't you?" she said rhetorically. "I wonder how tough you're going to be when hot water hits those scratches."

"I'm going to cry like a five year old." I said thoughtfully, watching her face light up with amusement. Again I felt the rhythm of my heart beat slipping into over drive. The butterflies in the pit of my stomach seemed to be having a gang war in there. Nothing had ever moved me quite as much as her smile. 

"Hmmm..." she grumbled as though doubting my honesty as she rose and twisted up into a sitting position to stare down at me. "I really don't see you as the crying like a five year old type." she said pensively.

"Really? And why is that?" I asked, laying my hand on her bare tanned thigh to idly caress the smooth silky lines.

"I have my reasons." she smiled so cheerfully that even her eyes wrinkled at the corners with contentment. "Tell me about your life Cara." she demanded curiously, bending to prop her bent elbow on her knee. Tiredly, she pressed her cheek into the fist her long fingers made of her hand.

"What do you want to know about it?" I asked anxiously, not at all wanting to discuss my marriage or the damage it was doing to me.

"Tell me about your family. What are they like? Do you have brothers and sisters? I want to know everything there is to know about you." She said, her voice so full of genuine interest that I couldn't help but feel flattered.

"Okay." I sighed, wiggling my aching body around to sit up, reclining lazily on the solid wooden head board. "I'm the youngest of three girls. My parents kept trying for a boy, but they gave up after me." I smiled fondly thinking of the family that I didn't see anywhere near enough to please me. My parents married young because they were pregnant with my sister but still managed to stay together all these years later. Let's see... What are they like?" I said with a sigh, slipping my fingers through my damp tangled hair in search of the proper words. "They're nuts." I said with a dismissive laugh.

"They can't be that bad." she said trying hard to suppress the urge to laugh at my statement.

"Sure they can." I nodded seriously, trying to remember any time during our marriage that John and I just sat in bed and talked. I know we certainly never did it naked. He was far too critical of my body for me to be undressed in front of him, especially in broad day light. "What about your family? What do they think of your profession?" I asked, deciding not to skirt the prevalent question my mind held.

"I'd be lying to say they'd be less approving of me being a Doctor. But they're supportive." she said with a warm loving smile. I figured that her mind was probably drifting to some fond memory of them. "I'm their only kid so it's not exactly like they can disown me. Then who would take care of them when they got old?" she said jokingly. "They're actually pretty awesome. They'd love you Cara." 

"You think so?" I questioned, finding myself oddly contemplating the possibility of meeting them some day. 

"I know they would." she nodded, staring at me seriously for a moment. "What do you want out of life Cara?"

""What?" I laughed half stammering the single word. It seemed like such a serious question for such a light moment. 

"In the future? What do you want out of life? Where do you want to be ten years from this moment?" she explained, shifting nervously.

"Hmm... That's a pretty serious question for this time of morning and for my brain to be suffering from a serious lack of sleep." I said evasively. I had no clue how to answer her question. I'd honestly, until that point never given it any serious thought. "What about you?"




Choices Ch. 03



"I want what my parents have." she said almost as though she were reading from a script. "I want the kind of love and partnership that can walk through hell and back and still survive." she smiled fondly. "I want to find the one woman that I know will over look my faults and find all my flaws completely adorable. I mean, I know that not all relationships are perfect all the time, but I want the person that's willing to give it their all, ya know?"

"Yeah. That makes sense." I nodded, in my usual understanding way. I couldn't help my sudden discomfort. Talking about the future only served as a bitter and painful reminder that I was married and I did not want to think of that. Especially not when I was sitting in bed naked with a woman with whom I'd just, yet again, broken my wedding vows with. "I'm getting really tired Hailey." I yawned lazily. If I couldn't avoid the conversation, I'd just bring an end to it.

"I imagine you are." she smiled sympathetically, leaning down to kiss my fore head lightly before stretching out fully next to me. "Try to get some sleep Kitten. I'll make you a big deliciously unhealthy breakfast when I wake up." she assured me, turning onto her side to mold the back side of her body snuggly to my chest. 

"Sounds good." I sighed, instinctively spooning her slim body. Easing my arm over her waist, I drew her even tighter up against me. I couldn't seem to stop the amazement that filled my tired mind at the thought of how perfectly she fit against me.



Choices Ch. 03



 Hello everyone. Here is Chapter Three of Choices. I certainly hope you enjoyed Chapters One and Two. Thank you for continuing to read this story. 

Thanks Jim.

It is self-edited, so any mistakes are my own. But please don't let any errors you may find distract from the story.

Please read and comment. Your thoughts are welcomed and I really want to know what you think. So now, on to the story "Choices, Chapter 3". 

Also, I placed this chapter under LW, although personally I prefer R.

Chapter 3

 TOM

Tom lay in his bed after Terri left wishing, wishing he could get her to see. He wished she could see him as the man that could love her through this. But, she was loyal. Loyal to a cheating bastard, but she was loyal none the less. 

He couldn't stand Stephen. He was so callous, and egotistical. 

How could he possibly love someone else? How could he fall out of love with Terri? She was simply perfection. Tom fumed.

And then there was Terri. He knew her guilt ate her up inside. Even though his declaration bothered her, she seemed to love cuddling into his ample frame. He loved the feel of her skin pressed against him, but he feared that today would be the last time he had that pleasure with her.

While contemplating, his phone rang; Seamus, from the local tavern, was calling him about his brother. Stephen had gone and gotten himself plastered and needed Tom to pick him up.

Wanting to refuse, but not wanting to endanger innocent pedestrians, Tom resolved to go and get his inebriated sibling.

As soon as he walked in, Stephen in a drunken stupor confronted him.

"Terri's mine." He declared voice slurred and unclear. "She'll never want you. Look at you, you're a slob."

Tom wouldn't respond and Stephen became more agitated. "You think she wants you. You plan on using what I told you to take her from me." He advanced stumbling toward his brother. 

"I'll tell her you lied. She'll believe me. She believes everything I say. She's stupid. And you're even more stupid if you think she wants a fat, sorry slob like you."

Tom kept his temper in check, even though he wanted to knock his arrogant brother on his ass, drunk or not. 

Tom got Seamus, the bartender, and Otis, another drinking buddy, to help him get Stephen into his car. He drove Stephen home, shaking with fury as he listened to him lament about the unfairness of his life.

Tom refrained from replying, but wanted to cold-cock his selfish, inconsiderate, drunkard of a brother.

Pulling into the drive, Tom helped Stephen from the car and to his front door. He then fished Stephen's keys from his pocket and helped him into the living room, depositing him on the sofa. 

"Terri, help!" he called out awaking her from her fitful slumbers.

Terri donned her thin robe and met them in the front room. At this point, Stephen was knocked out. Terri had Tom to place him on the bed in the guest room. They worked together to undress him and then returned to the front of the house.

"Terri." Tom whispered. "Do you need me to stay tonight? I don't trust him. He was out of control" Tom whispered, genuinely concerned for her safety.

"He's in the guest room. You'll have to sleep on the couch," she whispered grateful that he was willing to stay.

Tom assented and Terri brought him fresh linen. However, he couldn't sleep. The woman he wanted was a door away. All he had to do was go to her.

But he knew it was wrong. Her husband, his brother, was passed out down the hall. Then he heard a crash, rushing to her bedroom, he wanted to make sure Terri was alright.

"Sorry," she whispered. "I'm fine. I tripped over the hope chest at the end of the bed. Go back to sleep, Tom."

Being in such close proximity with her, in a place they'd shared such intimacy brought Tom's body to life. He had to be with Terri, and his need could not, would not be denied.

Pulling her into an intimate embrace, Tom began tasting her. Terri loved the feel of his lips on her body, but knew it was wrong. 

"Tom, please, we must stop. We can't do this." Terri whimpered as she pushed him away.

"Tom, I... I can't be with you. It's wrong. I never should have..." Sobbing softly, Terri whispered. "Tom, I'm sorry."

Tom was crushed. He knew his chances were slim to none. But he had hope in his heart. But she stood before him tears streaming down her face saying they could not be together.

"Terri, he's not worthy of you. Do you have any idea what your husband is doing?" Tom closed his eyes as he felt his hopes and dreams die a slow agonizing death.

"Tom, what is it that you know? Tell me. I know he told you something." Terri said to her lover.

"Terri, I can't. He has to tell you-" Tom stated before she cut him off.

"Then, if you can't tell me. Leave me alone, Tom. This isn't fair. If you know something, talk. If not, shut the fuck up." Terri growled. "Now get out of my bedroom."

Tom returned to his makeshift bed on the couch. He recalled every word Stephen uttered in his drunken stupor. He thought about what Terri had just said and he made a decision.

She wanted time and space, then he'd give it to her. He had always treated Terri and Stephen with a long handled spoon, what made him think things had changed.

Terri wanted him gone; then he'd honor her wish. After spending the night on the couch, Tom decided to relocate to Vancouver. He joined a construction crew there and took the time he needed to get over the one woman he could never have.

As he left her home early the next morning, he decided to severe contact with her, giving her all the time she needed to either dump Stephen or sort out everything and forgive him. 

Tom decided to go on with his life, so he went back to his apartment, called his boss, and took a job offer that he thought he'd never consider. He called his Mom and told her his decision and asked that she let Stephen and Terri know. He still had feelings for Terri but deep down he knew he wasn't really what she wanted.

The next morning, Stephen woke up. Hung-over, head pounding, he recalled some of the hateful taunts he'd leveled at his brother. He felt horrible. Tom didn't deserve that and he needed to make amends.

Getting out of the bed, he walked into the kitchen to find Terri drinking coffee and reading a magazine. Stephen hated himself. He hated the pain he was causing her, but he could not give April up.

His phone rang and he ignored it. He wanted to talk to Terri and then find Tom and apologize. His phone rang again, and Terri stared at him. 

"Aren't you going to answer that?" she asked.

"Hello" Stephen spoke into the phone. "Yes, yes sir. I'm sorry. I'll be in shortly."

Looking at his wife Stephen tried to explain that he had to go to work. He had a meeting he couldn't miss. He leaned over to kiss her cheek, and she again walked away. 

In his hurry to leave, Stephen left his personal phone. Terri didn't even realize it until it rang. She started to ignore it, but curiosity got the better of her. Reaching into his jacket, she retrieved his phone.

Checking the caller ID, she saw the name April. "Hello," she answered.

"Um, hello. I was trying to reach Stephen. I think I dialed the wrong number." A voice answered sounding confused and unsure. 

"No, this is his phone. He had to go in to the office and accidentally left it. I can tell him you called if you want to leave a message April." Terri replied seething inside.

"Um, Ok. Would you ask him to call me back?" Sighing she continued, politely. "If you don't mind me asking, who are you and why are you answering his phone?"

"Of course, I'm Terri, Stephen's wife." Terri whispered saccharinely sweetly into the phone. "I'll give him your message, April." Then she hung up and angrily flung the phone across the room.

Stephen had just left the meeting with the board on the budget when Marge, one of the secretaries told him he had an urgent phone call.

Not knowing what to think, Stephen rushed to the phone. "Hello," he answered frantically.

"You sick, selfish bastard. You stay away from my daughter. How dare you use her like this in some sick game. If you come near her again, I will personally end your days on this earth." Edith, April's mother hissed into the phone.

Stephen's heart froze. Something had happened to April.

"Edith, please tell me. April is alright." Stephen pleaded.

"No thanks to you. You arrogant ass." Edith continued angrily. "You see after April called this morning and spoke to your wife. She called me, crying. I never liked the idea of her moving in with you, and now I hate that I let that happen."

"She is removing her things from your apartment as we speak and she will return the keys to the manager post haste. We never want to see your sorry ass again. Stay the hell away from my daughter." Edith added emphatically and hung up.

Stephen tried to call back when he realized that the only way they would have talked to Terri was if she had his private phone.

He had to keep his cool. He couldn't leave work yet. He'd messed up two accounts and was now being watched closely.

Soon five o'clock came and he was headed home to deal with his angry wife. He was furious. She had no business answering his phone.

Storming into the house Stephen screamed for Terri. But there was no answer. Only a note. She'd left him and was filing for divorce.

She realized that she was in love with someone else. And because of her stubbornness, she'd lost the love of her life. But she'd rather be alone than miserable with a two-timing no good philanderer.

He'd be hearing from her lawyer in a few days.

He'd lost both women. Terri was his rock. She'd stood by him in his worse days. April was his youth. She was innocent and had no idea of what kind of man he really was. But she loved him unconditionally.

Then there was his brother, Tom. He knew Tom loved his wife and that made him feel even bigger. He also knew that it was Tom that Terri referred to in her note. Tom had taken his wife from him. And he didn't even know it.

Hours earlier when Terri saw April's name on the phone, she started not to answer it. But she had to. She had to put a voice or face to the name. 

She could tell by the sound of the girl's voice. The shock that resonated when she answered that she had no idea Stephen was married. She sounded so young, so naïve, so innocent.

Crying she realized that in the last few years, Stephen didn't really love her. Yes he enjoyed fucking her, showing her off, and teasing his brother using her as fodder.

Then she thought about what Tom had told her. She had to make a choice. She had to choose. Well she had chosen, but she had made the wrong one.

She decided to call Tom and didn't get an answer. So, hoping into her car, she drove back to his apartment complex. Rushing to his door and knocking, she didn't get an answer. That's when she realized he was probably at work.

Terri decided to go home pack her thing and move to a nearby hotel. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew she deserved better than what she was receiving.

Stephen called his mother, his friends, and even tried to call Tom, hoping that maybe Terri was with him, no one knew where she was.

Tom saw Stephen's name on his caller ID and decided to cut his losses and not answer. He would be leaving in a few hours and then Stephen could find someone new to kick around.

Stephen called Terri's phone repeatedly. Eventually she answered. "Hello Stephen."

"Terri, thank God." Stephen sighed in relief. "You're alright. Can you come home we need to talk about this?"

"No, did you call her back, Stephen?" Terri asked. "Did she know that you were even married?"

"Terri, please." Stephen pleaded. "Let me explain."

"Did you explain to that girl? What lies did you tell her?" Sobbing softly, Terri continued. "Her mother called after I hung up. She asked me for the truth.

"Eight months, Stephen. You've been seeing with this girl for eight months, living with her for the last four." Terri stated disgustedly. "Nothing I have..." she stopped herself.

"What hurts the most is I knew. I knew you had to be doing something, but I chose to ignore the signs." Terri continued.

"Why? Stephen?" Terri asked. "Why?"

"I love her Terri. She feels a need in me that ..." Stephen exhaled.

"I'm sorry. You don't deserve this, but it happened. I won't contest the divorce. I just ask that we split everything evenly." Stephen requested.

Terri was outraged. He cheated. Not just cheated but was living another life. She chose him over the one man that really loved her and she didn't know if he would even talk to her anymore.

"Stephen, you don't know what-" He stopped her.

"Tom is in love with you, Terri. He has been for years. I know you know that and have probably been with him." Stephen added becoming even more agitated at the thought.

Terri didn't confirm or deny his accusation. Her silence told Stephen what he needed to know.

"Terri, tell me you didn't sleep with my brother?" Stephen demanded.

She had heard enough and didn't owe him any explanations. 

"Good bye Stephen" Terri said before ending the call. "My lawyer will call you. Then hanging up, she grieved for the death of her marriage.

Stephen wanted to find Tom and demand answers. Find his wife and force the truth from her. Go to April and reassure her that he was who she thought he was. But for a moment, he was frozen and stumped. He couldn't move.

He called April, but she wouldn't take his calls. He decided to go see Tom. 

Stephen drove up to his brother's apartment to find his home empty. Calling his mother, Stephen learned that Tom had moved to Canada and would be gone for at least a year.

Did Terri know? Did she realize her lover had left? Well, maybe given time he could win his wife back.

Months passed. Every now and then, Tom would find out what was going on with Stephen and Terri through his mother. Not that he asked, she'd just drop tidbits of news.

He'd been in Canada for over eight months, when he called his Mom and she told him that Terri and Stephen had divorced. 

A part of him cheered for her and wanted to rush and be by her side. But just because she'd divorced his philandering brother didn't mean she would want him. So Tom decided to finish out his contract and make his decision, once his one year visa expired. 

Patricia also informed him that he was now an uncle. Apparently, Stephen had a daughter with April. He wondered how Terri took that news. For a second, he considered reaching out to her, but decided not to.

He'd made a few friends in Canada, and enjoyed hanging out with them. One night while out drinking with the guys, he heard a familiar voice.

"Tom, Tom, is that you?" Stacy greeted her old friend with a hug. Returning her embrace, Tom acknowledged his friend. The two spent time talking and catching up. Eventually they agreed to get together weekly.

Tom and Stacy dated each other for months. Stacy knew he was hurt by someone, but Tom was not a guy to talk about his feelings.

Stacy loved being with Tom. The sex with him was amazing. She could never get enough of him. Her first night being with him since they'd met again was mind-blowing.

Tom took her out to eat and they ended up getting a room at a cheap hotel. Stacy loved to fuck and Tom was just the man to give her what she needed.

Tom hadn't had sex since Terri and he was horny as fuck the first night he was with Stacy. Stacy was primed and ready to go. All it took was a look, and it was on. 

Stacy was the perfect fuck buddy. She made no demands, and wasn't clingy or needy. Both he and Stacy agreed to see each other and scratch an itch. No promises, no expectation, and no attaching more to the relationship than needed. 

So he and Stacy saw each other as often as they needed to, during his tenure there. 

But some nights despite his declarations and denials, Tom only thought of Terri. He often wondered was she safe. Was she seeing someone else? Had she forgotten him? But she said she needed space, and he'd honor her wish.

Soon the holidays came around, and Patricia was hosting a dinner at her home. She called Tom and insisted he come because it had been over a year since she'd seen him. 

Tom had no desire to attend the dinner, for he knew Stephen would be there. When he left, he hated his brother. Stephen's cruel words had cut him deep and hard. He hadn't spoken to him since that night and although he'd called apologizing and begging for forgiveness. 

He wasn't sure he wanted to talk to him, but one day he answered the phone and they talked. Stephen apologized and Tom forgave him. But he would not return home. 

However, Patricia was insistent and wanted dinner with her sons. She didn't like what happened with Terri and Stephen and told him so. She was even more disgusted with her oldest son when she learned that he had lied to and manipulated the young woman he had the affair with. 

When Patricia learned that April was pregnant with her first grandchild, she made it her business to go and meet this girl. Their first meeting was tentative, but Patricia let it be known to both April and Edith, that she did not fault April in any way. Stephen lied and caused this. She just wanted to be included in her grandchild's life.

 April

When April ended her relationship with Stephen, she didn't think she'd survive it. She may be young but she wasn't a home wrecker. If she had known he was married, she never would have gotten involved with him. Learning that he was married floored her.

April was worried, because Stephen hadn't called her that morning. So, she called him and a woman answered the phone. The woman said she was his wife.

She was excited and decided to call and tell him that she'd earned an internship with his company, but that wasn't the big news. They'd get to see each other at work now. Never in a million years did she imagine, that this man, whom she loved, had a wife. 

She'd just learned that was pregnant, and was devastated to find herself in this predicament. She was the other woman. April flashed back to the time her family was destroyed when her father had an affair with another woman. 

 Seven year old April sat in her bedroom, sobbing as she listened to Momma and Daddy argue. Then, she heard a girl's voice. The girl said hateful things to Momma. April left her bed and walked out to see who this person was. Then the girl hit Momma. Daddy grabbed Momma and wouldn't let Momma fight back. He threw Momma on to the floor. He then hugged the girl and left with her, and she never saw him again. Momma was hurt and she cried for a long time.

Seeing the woman actually attacked her mother, and her father defended the girl ripped her life apart. She vowed to never do something like that to another person, but because of Stephen's deceit that was exactly what she'd done. 

She hung up the phone and called the only person she could think of, Momma. Bawling uncontrollably, April told her mother what she'd found out. Edith rushed to her daughter's side. Taking her phone, she dialed Stephen's number and the strange woman answered again.

At first, she thought the woman was lying, but deep down Edith knew the truth. She and Terri talked as April sat crying with her heart, broken. Soon Edith and Terri stopped talking and she embraced her heartbroken daughter.

"April, listen to me." Edith comforted her distressed child. "Baby, this is not your fault. That man lied to you. He lied to all if us."

"Tell me what you want to do and I'm here." She asked.

"Momma, I should have listened to you. You told me not to..." Sobbing she continued. "I should have listened."

"He has a wife Momma. I'm a home wrecker. I owe her an apology, but she probably hates me." April continued. "I have to talk to her, explain. But I can't right now. It hurts too much." 




Choices Ch. 03



"Listen to me. You are no such thing. That man took advantage of you. He kept things from you and that wasn't right." Inhaling Edith continued, "Don't fault yourself for this, but what you do after learning the truth is on you."

April, stopped crying and contemplated what her mother told her. She had to make a decision, a choice. She loved Stephen and would forgive him for almost anything, but this was not something she could forgive.

"Momma," April whispered. "I know what I need to do." She then picked up the phone and dialed a number. Two hours later, all of her things had been moved back into her mother's home. She's returned the key to the apartment manager, and resolved to forget about a handsome man she loved named Stephen.

After April finished moving in with her mother, she asked Edith to sit. She had more news to tell her.

"Momma, I'm pregnant." April told her mother. She was strong and brave. She waited for the backlash. She knew she'd disappointed her Mother, but she was pregnant and that was a fact.

Upon hearing the news of the baby, Edith was pensive. She wasn't surprised, because she realized this could happened.

"Baby, you need to talk to him. He needs to know." She informed her daughter.

"Momma, I don't want to..." April inhaled. "He's a liar Momma and a cheater. I never want to talk to him again." She declared.

Edith stood and walked to her daughter. Taking both her hands, she spoke to her truthfully. "I hate what that bastard did. I truly do, but this baby didn't do anything to anyone and he is the father. You need to tell him April." Edith stopped. "He needs to know."

"Momma, will you sit with me when I contact him?" April asked nervously.

"Of course, I'm here for you, always." Edith promised her.

Stephen was in deep despair. His wife was gone. His girlfriend was finished with him. She only took her things. She didn't even take the gifts he'd bought her. She only took forty dollars from their bank account and he was certain that was just for gas.

Then his phone rang, April called. "Hello Stephen." She greeted him nervously. "We need to talk. When will you be back in town?" She asked.

Stephen had to fly back to the city in a few days and they arranged to have dinner. April would meet him at the Gianni's Restaurant.

Stephen arrived at Gianni's early to wait for her and then she walked in. She was beautiful and he knew he had to find a way to win her back.

April saw Stephen and her heart raced. He was still simply perfection, but he wasn't hers.

Stephen stood as she approached his table. "April, you're beautiful." He said pulling out her chair for her.

April didn't respond. She just looked at him. He was the man that was once her everything. But to him she was a silly little girl he could string along.

Stephen smiled. He was certain that he could win April back. He'd just use his charm and remind her that she loved him as much as he loved her.

April, baby, thank you for coming tonight. I want to tell you I'm sorry. I should have told you about my wife, but I didn't want to risk losing you, you see Terri and I are getting divorced." He explained.

"Stop, Stephen. Don't lie anymore. I have to tell you something important. I'm pregnant and I'm keeping the baby. You're welcomed to be a part of your child's life but If not then that's your loss."

April then retrieved her purse and stood, "Good bye Stephen."

"April, wait. Stop." He yelled as the other patrons began to stare.

The manager came out and Stephen hurried an exited the building stopping April before she got to her car.

"April, please wait." Stephen said. A part of him was excited, yet another part terrified. He was going to be a father. He was fucked. He'd now ruined the lives of four people and had to find a way to fix it.

"April, I want you to know that I take full responsibility for what I did. I mislead you and now have placed you in an awkward position. I promise I will be there for you and our child.

Maybe one day you'll forgive me and take me back. Then the three of us can be a real family-" Stephen started to say before April cut him off.

"Let's get this straight. I only told you about this baby because you had the right to know. I won't now, nor will I ever become involved with you again." April explained.

"We can coexist and raise our baby, but as for us being together, Hell NO!." Then she climbed into her car and drove away. She refused to cry. She would not let one tear drop fall, because the man she just drove away from wasn't worth it. 

April eventually called Terri to apologize. Terri, told her there was no need. Stephen lied to both of them. Terri had no anger or animosity towards the girl. April was more of a victim than any of them. April even stood with Terri when she went to court to finalized her divorce from her philandering husband.

The two women would not become friends, but they did have respect for each other. Learning how Stephen had tricked the young girl made Terri even angrier with him. She was glad to be free of him. But she missed Tom. 

It was unexplainable how much she missed him. But she told him to go and give her time. She knew he was hurt, but she never expected him to vanish.

Now she wondered if she even stood a chance. If given the opportunity, would Tom still want her. Well, it didn't matter now. He was thousands of miles away in Canada, and she'd blown the one chance she had a true happiness.

Terri was getting off of her new job when Stephen walked into the restaurant where she worked. At first she hated him, but over time she just felt sorry for him. 

"Hey Terri. Tom's coming home. Momma got him to agree to come for Thanksgiving." Stephen hated himself for the pain he caused his brother. If he could help him and Terri get together, maybe that could make up for the hurt he caused.

Tom and Terri would be good together. And if anyone deserved to be happy, they did. 

A few days later, Tom landed at the airport waiting to get his bags. Once he had them, he went outside to get a cab. He went to the Holiday Express that was close to his home. He got out and paid the cab, after securing a room he called his mother to let her know that he'd made it.

The phone rang, and Stephen answered. Stephen didn't live with his Mom, but he wanted to be there to greet his brother when he first arrived. He owed him an apology and he intended to deliver.

"Hello" Stephen answered. 

"Stephen? It's me, Tom. I was calling to tell Mom I made it. Will you let her know?" Tom asked.

"Hey Tom, do you need a ride? I can pick you up." Stephen offered reaching for anyway to get his brother to want to be around him.

"No. I'm at the Holiday Express." Tom answered. "When will Mom be back?"

"She's shopping for Christmas. You know how Mom is around holidays." Stephen answered chuckling.

"Tell mom I called alright" Tom concluded.

He felt numb. All the way back, he wondered how he'd feel towards his older brother, but he didn't feel anything at all.

He decided to shower and change clothes maybe nap, before calling his mother back.

After his nap, Tom walked over to a local restaurant. The host showed him to his seat. Terri was walking over to her station to take orders when she saw him. She froze and for a moment, she forgot to breathe. He took her breath away; he was perfect.

Then he heard her voice, Terri. His throat froze and he couldn't speak.

"Tom, welcome home. I'm so glad you're back." She greeted him warmly.

Tom swallowed. She was even more beautiful than she was a year ago when he walked away. She was as Tom remembered her, tall, blond, and beautiful. All of his feelings rushed back to him. He became overwhelmed, and stood to leave the restaurant.

"Excuse me, I need to go." He whispered gruffly. She was here. She was the one woman he'd give his life for. He wasn't ready. She chose his brother. Even though they divorced, it didn't change the fact that she didn't choose him. He needed to breath, think, just...time. He needed time.

Terri was stunned. He'd changed. He was slimmer. He seemed so much more mature. And goodness he looked good. From the way the other women in the restaurant were staring at him, they noticed him as well. His usual low hair cut was gone replace by wavy dark brown locks that curled at the nape of his neck. Terri was transfixed at the sight of this man she wanted more than anything.

As Tom headed for the door, Terri wasn't about to let him walk out of her life again.

She followed him, "Tom, wait." She called.

Tom stopped, and turned to look at her. "I'm sorry."

Tom nodded and proceeded to walk away.

Although Stephen had told her he was coming home, Terri was at awe of seeing Tom after more than a year had passed.

Terri stood and watched him go as she whispered one word as tears of happiness rolled down her cheeks, "Tom".

When Tom got back to his room, he could not believe that the only woman he loved was still here. Then, all of those feeling for her came rushing back to him. He learned he'd missed several calls from his Mom. He quickly called her back and she told him to get to her house immediately. She needed to see her baby boy.

Tom called a cab, and went to visit with his mother. Patricia hugged her son so hard and so long. She was so worried when he left, but she could see that he was fine.

"Tom, welcome home." Mom said, "I'm so glad you're back. Tell us about Vancouver."

Tom sat for a moment and began to tell Mom about his time in Canada when Stephen walked in.

"Hey Tom, welcome home." Stephen greeted his brother.

"Well you two boys talk, while I make dinner." Patricia said leaving the two men to talk.

"Um, Tom I know I've said this over the phone, but I've got to tell you in person. I didn't mean that stuff I said that night. I was drunk, scared, and wanted to lash out. I'm sorry." He whispered.

"Stephen, it's alright." Tom whispered. "I understand."

The two men embraced and Stephen finally felt alright. He had mistreated the one person he could count on more than anything.

So, after getting their emotions in check, Tom said, "So, I have a niece, huh? When do I get to meet her?" Tom asked.

Stephen, grinning from ear to ear reached into his wallet and took out pictures of his baby girl. He was so proud and she was beautiful to him.

"Her name is Isis, and she's seven months old. I go see her when I can get to the city, but not as often as I like. April is a wonderful mother. Stephen droned on and on.

Despite the fact that he didn't want static, he had to say something, "What about Terri? She would have been..." Tom stopped speaking.

Stephen decided to just say what he was feeling. "Tom, I know you loved Terri. Hell, you probably are still in love with her. I hate myself for what I put you through." 

"While you're home, call and talk to her Tom. Even if you don't get together at least you can find closure. But honestly, I hope you two can get together. I'd like to see you both happy for once." Stephen whispered. He was angry at first when he realized the truth about Tom and Terri. 

But after Tom had been gone and he saw how much pain she was in, it hurt him. He caused all of it. He was a pompous arrogant fool, who thought he could have his cake and eat it too. He'd ruined their lives. He lost his wife, and his girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend, only tolerated his presence. And worst of all, he'd driven his brother away.

But Tom was back now, and he hoped he could get him to come back for good and stay. 

Just then the doorbell rang. "Get the door boys!" Momma yelled from back.

Tom opened the door and standing on the doorstep she stood, Terri. His heart raced as he took in her beauty. He stared so long that someone clearing their throat broke him from his trance. Tom chuckled because next to Terri stood an old flame he'd never forget, Lottie.

 I hope you enjoyed Chapter Three of "Choices". Chapter Four is in the process of being written. Please remember to vote and comment. I really would like to know what you think. Again, thanks Jim. 



Choices Ch. 03



"Oh Jack, that is so good. Oh, you're doing exactly right. Oh! Oh! Oh!" I felt her shudder and relax back into the sofa. I put a notch on the bedpost in my brain.

She grabbed one of my hands and stood up. "I know where there's an empty bed."

In her bedroom, she skinned out of her slacks, while I discarded everything down to my boxers. We met in the middle of the sheets and entwined again.

When we broke the kiss, I began to nibble on her neck and up to her earlobe. When I tugged on her earlobe with my lips, she became still and obviously enjoyed the sensation. I marked that reaction down. As I continued to kiss across her shoulder and upper chest, I slowly teased my fingers down her side, across her hip to her knee and then I started back up the inside of her thigh. She pulled her feet up and let her legs fall open in blatant invitation. I continued to move slowly, tracing whorls and random patterns as my fingers moved upward.

She reached for my cock. "Jack, don't tease me. It's been so long. Passing you up last week was hard. I need it now!"

"Yes, it's long and hard, but you've got to learn patience." I captured both grasping hands in one of mine as I smiled at her. I pulled them up over her head.

"Ooohhh god," she moaned. I felt a wave of heat wash over me. She began to roll her hips from side to side and rub her thighs together.

"No. You can't have it until I say so. If you don't lie still and spread your legs, it just makes it worse."

"Tell me what to do." She lay still and spread her legs. I could see her clit peeking from between her lips. "I'll do whatever you command."

This was suddenly very interesting. I dragged one finger up her center and around her clit.

"Ooohhh, sooo good." She held still with much effort.

"I bet you'd like me to use my tongue."

"Yesss. Please."

"Please what?"

"Please suck me. You own my body. Use it. Please, please, please suck my clit and lap my pussy!"

"If you can stay still while I move around, you'll get your wish. Now no moving until I say so." I released her hands and slowly moved between her legs. I could tell she was making a big effort to be as motionless as possible. The only thing I could see was her chest breathing rapidly.

She was still as I lowered myself between her legs. Once I stuck my tongue between her lips, she began to move. First she pulled her legs to her chest. Grabbing her knees, she spread her legs as far apart as possible..

"Ooohhh, Jack! That is so good. It's been ages since I felt this good. Your tongue is so nice. You suck me so well." As she continued to babble, she moved her hips back and forth smearing my face with her juices. I put two fingers into her and slowly finger-fucked her. With my thumb I lightly caressed the space between her pussy and her ass. Her flowing juices let my thumb slide around with ease. Then I positioned myself to concentrate my licks on her clit.

I could smell where she'd put perfume on her thighs. Mixed with the wonderful aroma from her pussy, it might make me shoot without even being touched by her. First, it was her turn. The slick sweetness of her lips on my cheeks was heaven. As my tongue played around her clit, her hips twitched and then started the ageless undulation of a woman rising towards ecstasy. My strokes were feathery soft but she would have none of that.

"Jack, more! Harder! More right there." Fingers caressed the back of my head and then pulled gently on my hair. 

I sensed the groans before I heard them. Her body lifted thrusting her mons hard against my mouth. At the same time, she pulled my head roughly into her juncture. The sweet juices flowed into my mouth and spread around my face. Then she collapsed. I began to crawl up her body.

"Soooo good. I need you in me now. Put that big prick inside me and fuck me good!" She threw her arms about my neck and rained little kisses, licks and bites all over my face. "I bet you enjoyed that as much as I did. Now go from soft to rough and hard, especially hard."

Tonight I had carefully dropped my slacks next to the bed. A quick lunge over the side and I retrieved the precious foil packet. An instant later I was ready to go. Between her cum and my licking, she was so wet that I was seated fully in two thrusts. Then I began slowly but with long, deep thrusts.

"Yessss, do me good. I want it all. Now, faster! I can't wait. Don't tease me any more. Give it to me harder. Oooohhh, nice. You do me so right."

Jean continued to babble, but it made me want to do more. I couldn't hold off any longer. I felt the tightening in my balls.

"Jack! Jack! I'm cumming. Oooohhh, yessss. Now! Now!" She snapped her hips two or three times and arched upward.

I erupted in her as she slowly sank back to the bed. "God, Jean that was so good." I was trying to catch my breath and puffing like I'd just run a hundred-yard dash. "You are a really good lover."

After that we lay drowsily tangled together. Her hair tickled my face, but I didn't want to move away from that luscious scent. Finally, we roused and I began pulling my clothes on.

I put my boxers on and pulled my slacks up. Stuffing my socks in my pocket, I began to slip on my loafers. Jean slipped an arm around me as she plastered herself on my back.

"I'll sleep better tonight than I have in the last four years. You were so good to me." She was gently teasing my nipples and tugging on the few hairs that were on my chest.

"Let's just say that you inspire me to my best." I pecked her on the lips. "I may not wash my face for several days just so I can remember how sweet you taste."

"Oh you!" She pulled my face around and kissed me. We lingered for a minute or so. When we broke the kiss, she licked around my lips. "I do taste good, don't I?"

Barney's yapping again brought Linda into the hall. "How'd it go tonight," she asked.

"Let's just say that the lady seemed to enjoy it."

"I'll bet she did." Linda had straddled my leg again. As she pulled my head down, she was rubbing firmly against my thigh.

"Ooohh yes, she did enjoy it." Linda sniffed my cheek. "And I like her perfume, too," she said as she nuzzled my neck. She dry humped me for another thirty seconds while inhaling the scents.

"Oh, this is so dirty." She pulled my head back down and licked first one cheek, then the other. "Oh god! So dirty but so good."

With that she dropped back down to the floor and hurried off to her room. The bedsprings bounced once then settled into a rhythm. She began to moan as I passed her door. 



Choices Ch. 04



Many thanks to my editor, adetaildiva. Without her this would be a poorer story; after her any errors are mine.

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Three weeks later I was at dinner with Nan on Friday night. She had rented some DVD's and we were going back to her apartment to watch them. "Jack, are you dating someone else?"

"Why do you ask?" I wasn't sure I was prepared for the 'Let's Be Exclusive' talk. I hadn't expected it this soon.

"Well, we get along pretty well?"

"Yes."

"I mean in all ways. We talk. We like the same movies. We like concerts, outdoor things?"

"Okay."

Her voice dropped to a throaty whisper. "We certainly get along in bed!"

"Definitely."

"But one weekend you'll take me out on Friday and the next on Saturday. Never both days and never two Saturdays in a row or two Fridays. You're dating someone else, too."

"You're right."

"Jack, I haven't asked for an exclusive commitment, and I'm not going to ask for one now. I just want to know where I stand." There was at that moment what the novels refer to as a pregnant pause. I could see she was waiting for some kind of response.

The first reaction was from the little head. 'I'm not going to get anymore pussy!'

In these situations the immediate reaction is to say anything that will maintain access to pussy. Well, almost anything. I will not use the 'L' word indiscriminately. I do have certain standards even if they are low.

"Nan, I told you early on that you are the first person I've dated since Kathy died. I do feel that we've connected, but I have to be sure that I'm not grabbing the first woman who comes down the pike. I don't think of you that way," I hastened to add, "but I need to be able to compare my emotions." 

"I am not with you just for sex. Although," I smiled, "with you that's certainly an excellent reason. I like being with you. I just need to be more certain of my feelings. I also have to think about Bobby. I haven't got all these criteria sorted out."

"Okay. I can accept that, but you'll tell me if things change?"

"Of course. It's not my plan to just string you along while I'm looking for someone else."

We started talking about the movies she'd rented as we finished our coffee. "I was in the mood for old whodunits tonight so crime and gore."

"Alfred Hitchcock?"

"No, Body Double with Melanie Griffith, Black Widow with Debra Winger and Theresa Russell, and Basic Instinct with Sharon Stone." I guess for a twenty-four-year-old those were old movies.

"Wow, some twisted plots or is it twisted people."

Nan was hanging on my arm as we walked to the car. Her boob was mashed against my arm, reassuring my smaller head that things were going to be all right.

I was nibbling on Nan's neck as she opened her apartment door. We were greeted to the sight of Cass sprawled on the couch taking a shot of tequila.

"Aren't you supposed to have a partner for this game," I joked.

"Goddam prick stood me up for a Wizards game," she retorted. "'s OK. I shtarted one of the movies Nan rented to keep me company."

"Which one?" We had screwed while Cass was in her bedroom before, so I didn't see this as a major obstacle before several hours of fun.

"Black Widow. "

Nan put out some snacks and we all settled on the couch to watch the movie. We restarted it so I got to see the alluring shots of Ms. Russell swimming in her birthday suit. In the movie, Russell sets up Winger to take the fall for a murder. However, the women have become close friends and shortly before the murder, Russell kisses Winger full on the mouth.

Just after that scene, I noticed that the salty snacks had made my mouth dry. "Pause the movie and let me get something to drink."

"Shotsh aren't good 'nuff for you," slurred Cass.

"Shots are fine, but how about a beer chaser? I'm really dry."

"Your boyfriend got all hot 'n bothered by that kish."

"Every guy's wet dream, two beautiful women kissing. Right, Jack? I bet you'd like to see me kiss Cass? Wouldn't you?"

"Two hot, beautiful women like you? You know it, baby," I said with my best leer.

"Okay." Nan smiled at me then turned to Cass. "Pucker up, girl. I'm going to lay one on you." She put her arm on the couch behind Cass's head. They both shifted nervously for a few seconds. Nan tilted her head slightly and leaned toward her roommate. Cass tilted her head. Nan moved slowly, her lips less than an inch from Cass. Suddenly, she shifted and kissed her cheek. Then she blew a raspberry there.

Nan looked at me and grinned. "Gotcha!"

"Now I'll get you a beer," Nan stated. She returned with two beers, two shot glasses, a salt shaker and some lime wedges.

"Aw right," exclaimed Cass. "Now fer some ser'us drinkin'."

Nan lined up all three shot glasses and filled them while I took a long pull on my beer bottle. She presented me with the salt shaker. "You first."

I pulled Nan's camisole strap off her shoulder, licked her collarbone and sprinkled out some salt. I picked up my shot glass, licked the salt off her and downed the tequila. "The hell with the lime," I kissed her and our tongues wrestled for about thirty seconds.

"Hey, you guys. Get a room." As we broke, Nan turned to Cass and handed her the salt shaker.

"Wass good fer the goose," Cass pulled Nan's other strap off her shoulder. The camisole was suspended on Nan's ripe melons only by friction and size. Cass licked the base of Nan's neck and sprinkled the salt out.

The world narrowed to Cass's lips and Nan's neck. The bright red tongue extended to lick the salt, delicately, not with the puppy-dog lick I had used. It seemed to be tracing patterns on the smooth skin, not washing it. Then it retracted and the shot glass poured its liquid down a graceful throat. Finally, the lips moved to Nan's lips.

Slowly, softly, the pairs of lips merged. At first they merely brushed, but then they pressed together flatly, and finally they opened. From the movements of the cheeks I could tell that the tongues were playing. The lips parted after an indeterminate period .

I looked at Nan. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes were dilated in lust. 

"Tell me," she whispered hoarsely.

"Take a shot on Cass," I commanded.

She turned and kneeled facing the back of the couch slightly sideways. Cass had on a sweater that buttoned up. Nan looked confused.

"Unbutton it," I said.

Nan started at the top and Cass at the bottom. Quickly it was completely undone. Nan pulled the side back completely exposing the bra. It was translucent and I could easily see the dark shadow of Cass's nipple.

She licked the collarbone, again very delicately, salted it and picked up the shot glass. Nan's tongue snaked out again and lapped up the salt. A head toss and the tequila was gone. She slid slowly to the side, embracing Cass and pulling her head forward with a hand behind the neck. This time the lips merged and opened at the same time, the tongues obviously thrashing each other. Cass's arms pulled Nan in close. After a minute, they broke apart and Nan looked at me.

"Your turn again." She handed me the salt shaker.

Nan's camisole had pooled around her hips leaving her topless. I licked the top of the nearest breast and shook out some salt. When I used my tongue I tried to be dainty like the girls, but I also managed to swipe her nipple. She moaned a little. The shot went down and we were kissing. Rather she was raping my mouth. Her tongue found mine and whipped it back and forth. She washed the inside of my lips and, withdrawing slightly, also ran her tongue over the outside of my lips. We separated. I handed the salt shaker to Cass.

Cass lunged at the breast in front of her. The nipple and aureole disappeared into her mouth. 

"Ooooohhhh," Nan moaned. She supported herself with one hand on the back of the couch. The other hand pulled Cass's head to her chest. After a short period Cass pulled back, grabbed the shot glass, and salted the nipple. She washed the nipple with tongue briefly and threw back the shot. Pulling Nan down to her, they entwined and kissed deeply. 

When they broke Nan turned to me. Her eyes were sparkling with lust. "You do one on Cass."

I kicked off my shoes and moved to stand in front of Cass. "You ready?" 

She just nodded. I knelt between her legs. The front closure of her bra separated easily. She had smaller breasts than Nan. Most women do, but they were shapely, probably a B cup and the nipples were long and broad, almost no aureole though.

I leaned forward and licked the nipple on the far side from Nan. I backed off and blew on it.

"Oh god," Cass giggled and squirmed. "Are we taking shots or teasing."

"Teasing is good," I stated. I leaned down again and washed the nipple, getting it as wet as possible without drooling on it. Then I shook a little salt out. I was beginning to form a plan. I engulfed the nipple and began lightly teasing it, barely flicking it with my tongue. Who needs tequila? 

"God, Jack," Cass used one hand to pull me tighter to her breast. I increased the pressure with my tongue. At the same time I grabbed Nan's hand and pulled downward. She got the hint and latched on to the other breast. "Soooo nice," Cass exclaimed as she pulled on both our heads.

I moved up to kiss Cass. I fenced tongues with her very gently. At the same time, I tugged on her nipple with my fingers. She was moaning almost continuously and beginning to roll her hips. She separated from our kiss. "You're overdressed," she stated and reached for my belt.

Nan stopped nibbling and reached for my belt also. When it was undone, Cass pulled my shirt over my head while Nan slid my pants and boxers southward. As soon as my shirt was gone I reached for Cass's pants. She raised her hips and they dropped to the floor. A thong with a transparent front, now obviously wet, was revealed. Then we both moved to Nan. I quickly pulled her slacks and thong off and Cass latched onto a breast.

Nan pivoted slowly and slumped back down on the couch. I pushed the coffee table out of the way and moved my head between her legs. I kissed up one thigh and then up the other. By the time I finished, her hips were moving in a slow rhythm. I looked up and saw that she and Cass were locked in a kiss. I moved my tongue to her center and began a very light exploration of her beautiful garden.

She hooked her heels on the front edge of the couch and spread her knees wide. I could see everything from her backdoor up a delightfully pink furrow to her prominent clit begging to be sucked. I again started my lingual caresses of her pussy.

From her position, Nan could control my pressure on her clit. She varied it slowly from soft to hard and back again. As weight shifted around on the couch, I raised my eyes. Cass was now nude and leaning over Nan. Nan was sucking on Cass's breasts as the brunette alternated presenting them to the blonde. I used a hand to stroke Cass's ass briefly and then I slid that hand between Cass's legs. As I gently flicked Nan's clit with my tongue, I rolled Cass's clit between my fingers. I could hear both girls mewing and mumbling. Suddenly, Cass stiffened.

"Cumming, cumming! Oh my lord, I'm CUUUMMMMIING!" She slowly rolled to one side away from Nan and me trying to recover.

"Jack, come up here and let me suck you," Nan tugged on my shoulders. I moved to kneel beside her on the couch and she took me in her mouth. She didn't move her head but instead just swirled her tongue around the tip. One hand moved to gently tickle my balls. She was creating wonderful feelings and I closed my eyes and enjoyed them for several minutes.

Suddenly, she stopped and scootched down a little bit. I opened my eyes to see Cass between Nan's legs lapping up and down her slit. As soon as I saw that, I knew I would go over the top.

"Nan, I'm going to cum." She renewed her efforts. I felt that tingle in my balls and then I was spurting in her mouth. Before I finished, she pulled her mouth away. The rest of my semen dotted her boobs. 

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." Nan trembled and her hips jerked spasmodically and then she relaxed completely. Cass crawled up her body and licked up my remains from Nan's chest. Then she kissed Nan, trying to gather more cum from her mouth. She slid off Nan and cuddled her. I sank down to the couch also.

"Wow!" After a few minutes, Nan broke the relaxed silence.

"That was wonderful," I said. I kissed her lips lightly.

Nan reached up and pulled my head to her for a deeper kiss. I felt a hand touch my cock. The touch was light but I could tell it was Cass. Junior began to wake up.

I broke the kiss and started nibbling down her neck. I got to a nipple and teased it with my tongue. Cass started to stroke me more firmly. Nan shifted slightly and I glanced upward. She was caressing one of Cass's breasts and kissing the other one. 

I tugged and gently twisted Nan's free nipple. Nan followed by doing the same to Cass. I slipped my hand down between Nan's legs. Nan moved her hand between Cass's. I kissed down Nan's tummy to her patch of dark gold. Nan kissed down to a black landing strip. As I began to flick Nan's clit, I heard Cass moan.

We continued in this contorted tableau for a few minutes until Nan spoke. "Cass, sit down on the sofa. Jack, get between her legs and fuck her. I want to see you fuck her."

Our three bodies seemed to orbit around each other as we moved to the new positions commanded by Nan. As I moved between the curvy, olive thighs I could see the girls begin to kiss. Cass slid down so that her pussy was at the front edge of the couch. I shuffled around on my knees to position my cock for entrance. Nan was kneeling beside Cass, kissing her neck and watching me.

I began to slip into Cass. Three strokes and I was inside the small girl. She was incredibly tight and when she flexed her internal muscles, I had to work hard to keep a steady pace. After watching for a few minutes, Nan moved astride Cass and pressed her pussy to Cass's licking tongue. I heard an occasional slurping sound from where the darker girl pressed her mouth to the blonde. Then I heard a moan from Cass. Her hips started to grind harder into mine. I heard more noises from where the soft bodies joined.

"Oh god, oh god, oooohhh niiiice," Nan began to babble. "Oh, baby, you're doing me soooo gooood. Yes, yes, yes, right there." 

Her ass was moving delightfully in front of my face. I leaned forward as I continued plowing Cass. I licked one cheek, then the other.

"Oh, Jack, that's good." A shiver went up Nan's back as I continued to alternate licks. She bent forward slightly and hunched more on the tongue pleasing her. It was enough to cause her cheeks to separate and I was staring at her dark pucker. I bent my head and twirled my tongue around the target.

"Ah, ah, aaaahhhh! Soooooo gooood! I'm ooooooover." Nan collapsed to one side, a leg still lying across Cass.

I looked at Cass, her face shiny with juices. I leaned forward and we kissed. At the same time, her hips began a furious thrusting. "Me, mee, meeee, toooooo!" Her pussy clenched my cock, trying to milk the sperm that might make her pregnant. Then she relaxed weakly into the couch.

Watching women orgasm is a sure turn on for me. I sped up my thrusting as I felt the familiar tingle in my balls. In another minute, my cock spewed the liquid into Cass. I buried myself in her one last time. I slumped forward onto my elbows, my head resting on her tummy. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes and then I rolled to one side my back against the couch.

"Oh, Jack, I lost you. It felt so good in there," Cass complained. Nan sat up slightly and looked between the brunette's still splayed legs. 

"Hey! We don't want to waste that," she exclaimed as she slid to the floor and knelt between her roommate's thighs. She extended her neck. I could see her little red napkin begin to clean the mixed juices from the open gash with slow laps from the bottom to the top. After several laps, she started to curl her tongue around the clit at the top. After several more she stopped lapping and concentrated on the clit.

"Niiice. That tongue of yours is magical. Jack, come here and kiss me while she does me good." Cass stretched out her arms and I took her in mine. We batted tongues; she kissed my neck. We kissed again for about a minute.

I broke the kiss and nibbled down her chest until I could feast on her B cups. As I was flicking one nipple and twisting the other, I looked at Nan. The eyes that locked on mine were smoldering. I noticed she had some fingers inside Cass and her arm was stroking them steadily.

"Oh, yes. So good. Just like that! I'm almost there," Cass was murmuring in a soft voice. Her hips began to undulate slowly. "A little harder. Yes, yes, yes. Oh, oh, oh, oh. I'm cumming." Cass terminated her statements with a low wail and flopped back loosely.

"That was so good, Nan. Cleaning me up was such a turn on. You do me better than anybody has." She relaxed for a second then darted a glance at me. "Present company excepted."

"Of course," I responded.

Nan crawled into my lap and kissed me hard. I tasted a mix of flavors and pulled the warm body against mine as we all relaxed, finally sated.

Barney greeted me like a long lost burglar when I tried to sneak through the door about 2:30. 

"Is that you, Jack?" Linda was waiting up for me tonight. "I feel like you're my teenage son. I have trouble sleeping until you get in." 

She hugged me and held me for several seconds. She looked up at me and wrinkled her nose. Then she stood on tiptoe and sniffed my cheek. Then she sniffed my other cheek.

She lowered herself down, straddling one of my legs and rubbing against it. "You've been a bad boy! I think you've had two girls tonight."

I blushed as her smile widened like a Cheshire cat. "Uh, you don't want to know."

"I do, but I'll settle." With that she rubbed up against me and licked both cheeks. She scampered into her bedroom.



Choices Ch. 04



{This is the last chapter, it ends at now. I have no idea if there will be more, only time can answer that. This isn't erotic, I tell you that up front so as to not disappoint.

I do say thank you to some of you, the kind emails help.

Yet as always, I am only writing this all down for me. A therapy of some kind I don't completely understand, but it helps.}

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Rape. A terrible word, it crosses the lips almost like spittle.

I found myself for weeks deep into the depths of some kind of depression, a sadness I have never known. Fear, also. A noise, the sound of a vehicle coming up the drive caused my heart to beat madly, my face breaking a sweat.

Rape. Such a terrible thing, having someone use force. I think it is true that anyone who would do something like that is expressing anger. It certainly isn't sex.

I have been with several men in my life, all willingly except the one. I am far from pure in that respect, some things I have done drag the feelings of guilt out of the very depths of my soul.

Some of the desires inside me along those lines are also shameful, so there is the internal struggle to be what I am supposed to be with what I know I am.

I pretended to be what I was not in public, I pretended to be what I was not in private with my Tom. None who thought they knew me would believe the sexual teasing creature I became at home, the things I thought and sometimes did in the privacy of my office.

I liked having someone look at me with interest. So many years of my youth and even later I knew that I was overlooked, few paid any real attention to me. I was the wallflower, the one that was just there, always buried in books.

Dumpy, mousy, chubby...efficient. Welcome but always on the outer edges of life.

Lately I have been called beautiful but I don't think that I am. I always took great effort to get my body into the best shape it could be with minor success, then riding that bicycle caused an amazing tranformation. My body snugged, tightened. I really felt attractive. I became less inhibited, much less modest. Tom liked it, so I rationalized, why not?

My Tom realized that the silly sexual teasing, the nudity, was the probable cause of my being attacked and he felt guilt. A man with feelings of insecurity, feelings of rejection, feelings of hatred had acted upon them. I was the target.

In Jonathan's world he was the wallflower, the one overlooked. I treated him, not thinking, in exactly the way I had been treated. I teased Tom and Brad, Jonathan was just there. I tried to analyze the why of it, I think that Jonathan was a male version...of me.

In my office, a male client in my power as their doctor, my control? Their exposure, often compliant yet unwilling, my touch, my feelings of self-gratification so carefully hidden behind a well learned professional manner? Is that really any different? I have to think it is to keep myself sane.

Jonathan tried to take what he knew he could not have, by force. It wasn't even sex, I know that. It was anger, power over me, I had made that mistake of using a flippant attitude towards him.

I saw that hatred in his eyes, I had dreams of his face for weeks on end. There was a vitriol there that chilled me to the bone.

Tom saw to it that I was never alone afterwards. If both Tom and Brad had to be at the jobsite, then Patty was there with me at home. Patty and I had became very close, but even at that it was weeks before I sat with her and we talked about what had happened.

I had looked at Jonathan, noticed his penis as he stood by our hot tub drying himself, naked. It was very long and very thin, curving downward to a huge bulbous head. It looked amusing to me, and I think I let that show. I remember the flash of anger in his face as I looked away. Then when he was there with Tom and Brad, both well built and strong looking men I suspect he felt inferior. Jonathan's body was slender and much less muscular.

Perhaps that was it, I am not completely sure. Could I have handled that better? I think in retrospect perhaps I could have.

Patty and I talked, I told her it wasn't really the invasion of my body that was so disturbing, it was the fear, the pain. My major, my PHD in the inner workings of the human mind should have helped me to understand. It is different dealing with the concerns of others somehow.

I had felt inside that Jonathan had more violent plans for me after his attack, so I had pretended to accept, enjoy him. When he relaxed thinking I was giving in, allowing him to make love to me, I took my chance and grasped him by the testicles, digging in my fingernails with all the strength I had. He screamed and tried to get away, that gave me my chance to roll free and run. There was blood on me, and on the floor when the police arrived. It wasn't mine.

Patty held me as I sobbed, her being right there for me was wonderful. Somehow going into detail, explaining it all lifted a cloud. It was like what I am doing now, writing it all down. Explaining all of my own weaknesses, my deepest inner feelings somehow teaches me and comforts me.

It was just a few days later when I reached for Tom, he responded gladly and we made sweet love like we had so many times before. Then he held me closely as that safe and warm feeling flooded over me.

"I think you are back, hon." Tom whispered in my ear as his hand lightly stroked my side.

"I love you, Tom." I told him. He smiled and brushed his face across my bare breasts getting a giggle from me at the tickling sensation.

Patty moved in with Brad in our spare downstairs bedroom. Tom and Brad had converted it into rather nice living quarters. Patty and I prepared meals, learning from each other in the process. Our menfolk were very well fed and content. The four of is became..a family?

One day after quite some time we were out on the deck. It was a cool Fall day, the leaves outside had those wonderful traces of color, many fluttering down in the slight breeze. I had gone outside to sweep them up, Patty came out to help, then Tom and Brad came out to sit at the outside table.

"Hey, let's fire up the hot tub." Patty said. Both Tom and Brad looked at me for a reaction but I didn't react.

"Sure, a dip would feel good." I told her with a smile. Teasing the guys would be fun, I thought. I even felt that inner tingling at the idea.

She went over and flipped the controls, leaning down to screen some leaves out of the water as the tub filled. Then she went inside, came out wearing a bikini. That surprised me a little bit, I had expected her to just strip and climb in. After all, we all had been in various stages of nudity around the house without any concerns, I think Patty was worried that getting in the hot tub might trigger memories. Actually, it did anyway but it was just a memory, the pain had left me by then. She sat on the edge of the tub and dangled her feet in the water. I walked over and sat beside her, I had on a pair of shorts and a blouse.

"Shall we get in?" She asked me.

"Sure, let's." She slipped into the water, I reached down and tugged my blouse over my head. Standing up, I stripped down my shorts, leaving myself in just a pair of panties. I sat down on the edge of the tub again.

"Is it all right?" Patty asked. I knew what she meant.

"Sure, no problem, I love both you and Brad. Let's tease them."

She grinned and tugged off her top, then stripped down the bottoms.

"Lord this feels good!" She said. I stood up and stripped off my panties, not looking over at Tom and Brad. Then I slid into the water. We splashed around some and then settled back, letting the water jets pound at us. I looked over at our guys, they were grinning but made no move to join us.

When we climbed out and reached for some towels I looked over again, they were pointedly not looking our way. I tugged on my shorts and my blouse as Patty put on her bikini. Then I walked over and sat in Tom's lap.

"Now just what is wrong with you?" I asked him, nipping his earlobe.

"What?" He asked, mildly surprised.

"Naked women in the hot tub and we get ignored." I pouted.

"You aren't being ignored." He said, running his hand up under my blouse and copping a feel.

I laughed, pushed his hands away, got up and headed inside. I stopped at the door, looked back.

"Coming?" I smiled at him. Brad had a grin ear to ear, Patty was in his lap by now. She winked at me as Tom got up and with his arm around me, we went to bed.

Patty was sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee the next morning. I got a cup and joined her.

"That was fun last night, are you OK with it?" She asked me.

"Yes, I am fine. It was a kick, we really got Tom going!" I grinned at her.

"Brad too, I thought he was going to save me a wax job." She grinned. We both laughed hysterically at that.

"I guess we are a couple of lucky girls, good men who work hard and then come home."

"It sure could be worse, my last boyfriend was always off somewhere. Brad is solid as a rock."

"You know, I tried to seduce him once." She looked at me in surprise.

"Really? What did he do?"

"He told me to cover up, he said he couldn't because of Tom."

"Tom looks at me sometimes but he has never said or done anything."

"Tom likes it when I tease." I admitted.

"Yea, I noticed that. But he has been different lately."

"I know, it's because he feels guilty."

"There was no way for him to know..about Jonathan." She looked at me closely for a reaction. But I was beyond that, determined to get on with my life.

"I love teasing Tom!" I admitted.

"I like teasing Brad too." We grinned at each other. I got up and made some waffles, then we went to town to do the shopping. That afternoon we got on our bikes and rode together down to the little cafe in town. We were both in shorts and halters, cool weather be darned. The lady came out and hugged me, glad to see me. I introduced Patty, she gave her a hug too. The same two older men sat over at their table, they checked us out closely. Two 40ish women in halter tops and shorts when it was just 50° outside was not real common in the tiny cafe. They just grinned at us, we grinned right back.

Our lives became normal, as normal as two couples can get living close to each other. We both ran around the house in various states of undress, both of our guys seemed to get a kick out of it. I did notice that no one else ever came out to the house now. Before we had had several parties, things like that right along.

That all stopped, it was just the four of us. A few times we went out to dinner, our men seemed to be proud of having us on their arms. Patty and I dressed as nicely as we could, nothing outrageous but we both got our share of looks.

We used the hot tub a few more times but the weather was getting too cool for that so Patty and I drained the tub and covered it up for the winter.

There seemed to be some kind of agreement between us, unspoken. I saw Patty several times go out of her way to give Tom a peek, I did the same with Brad. Were we heading towards some kind of eventual sharing? I didn't really know, it was all just fun, something to do to excite our guys.

Just silly sexy stuff, I didn't mind Patty teasing, and I had managed to come to grips with the fact that I liked being looked at, noticed.

In a few short months that is what they became somehow, our guys. Brad was gentle and kind to me, Tom was the same. Brad never once tried to touch me, unsure of my reaction I suppose. I even thought about that, I know I would not have resisted if he did reach for me.

There were dreams, I never acted on any of my thoughts, though. The incident with Jonathan became a memory, like a story that happened to someone else.

Then came the phone call one morning not long after the guys had headed in to the job site. It was Brad, his voice was strange sounding. He seemed to be choked up, having trouble getting the words out. 

The crew had been loading some steel beams, Tom was directing. Something broke or slipped, one of the beams swung and hit his head. Tom had his hard hat on, that saved him from instant death but he was badly hurt. Patty and I rushed down to the hospital, she drove because I was a basket case.

We had to wait at the trauma center until a social worker came out. Tom was under medication. They needed to get the swelling down, then there would be surgery. I explained who I was, asked for the medical charts they had so far. There was quite a bit of discussion but finally they handed them to me, still hand written notes. I read them, I knew at a glance at the MRI reports that Tom the way he was before very likely might not be again. Hematoma, blood that is so needed for the brain to function is also toxic when outside the brain.

I went into his room in ICU, held his hand as he lay there, the bandages hiding most of his face. His breath came in ragged gasps. It was very late before we finally left.

I managed to contain my emotions until Patty and I were back in the Van, then I let it all go. I think I swore at God, how bad could things get for us?

They got worse. We were back at the hospital the next morning just before they took Tom in. One of the doctors came out to speak to me after several hours. 

Tom never came out of surgery.

I sat and looked at him in shock. Then Patty hugged me, held me until I got myself back under some semblence of control.

There were arrangements, then paperwork, the funeral. Brad and Tom had taken out a survivorship clause, both companies were dependent on each other of course. I suspected it was more likely Brad's idea rather than Tom's.

But Brad didn't have the capital to continue, and there were no such things as loans the way the economy was going.

I had the capital, so I financed the rest of it. Actually, through Tom's company I was anyway. The check from the casino win I inherited from my friend Lee came through right on time, that helped. The project stayed on time. I just let Brad deal with the details, he was managing fine, too. One day he handed me a notice of transfer, I glanced at it not caring. The profits were good, Tom and Brad had done well with the bids.

The legal trappings are so different when a person is married. Tom and I were not, we were just friends in the eyes of law. The coastal property did not fall to me as an inheritance, instead It fell to me as an unpaid contract.

For weeks I walked around in a daze, my world could never be the same. Patty knew, she tried. So did Brad, having them around was a help.

One evening as we prepared for bed, Patty took my hand and smiled.

"Come on." She said to me. I meekly went with her. The three of us spent the night in each other's arms. No, not sex, we just held each other. Patty knew what I needed, so did Brad.

I slept naked except for a thin nightdress, pressed up against him, he just held me. Safe and warm, I slept like I had not for a very long time.

I woke the next morning with my head on his chest, he was softly snoring. Patty was awake, she looked over at me and smiled.

We still sleep together often, Brad has never tried to do anything other than put his arm around me, hug me, he strokes my sides sometimes to comfort me.

I know how odd that sounds but Brad hasn't, not even once. I wouldn't stop him if he wanted me but he just doesn't, so it never comes up. I also know Patty would not be upset, she told me so.

She also told me that if that didn't work we could go out and find me a man, but I don't want to.

Sometimes they wish to be alone, I stay out in the living room. We are...friends? The three of us. Some of you emailed, not knowing where this story was heading. Well, this is where, to... nowhere. Days start, then end, that is all there is.

I will return to work soon, I think I can. I think I have to. Perhaps then my life will change, head somewhere.

Everything before this was last year, this is now.

For now, it is enough.




Choices Ch. 04



The Choice. (The best and worst year of my life.)

The truth is finally out. Kim and Monica have both told Brandon that they were the women under the mask over the course of these many weeks. Brandon didn't take it well. Kim, he did because he has always had a little thing for her, but when he realized that Monica was under the other mask he panicked and really, who wouldn't? This in the world of these three young lovers were about to be turned upside down.

Part 4.

Mirrors.

For a long time I sat outside and went over it all again in my head. When Kim pulled her mask off part of me was the happiest I had ever been. Kim was smart, beautiful, sexy and in her own way was just as damaged as I was. She was a woman that I could find peace with and we could fix each other. Love, felt for a brief moment like a reality when she pulled that mask off and smiled at me.

And then my whole world collapsed. The Deviless from the party. The Deviless who had taken me so sweetly into her mouth. The one of the two who I had truly felt love toward, the one I had agreed to give myself and control took took off her mask and it was Monica. When I looked at her at that moment I felt a overwhelming need to both run to her, to safety and yet recoil from her. At that moment I didn't understand what she already knew. That true love is blind, that it doesn't matter what the world thinks of you, as long as you have each other.

All I could think was that Tom was right. I had somehow done this to Monica. I had somehow degraded her morality and corrupted her. I had tarnished my beautiful sister and I couldn't stay here anymore. I couldn't stay and continue to do these terrible things to her. But, as I watched the grief and pain show in her eyes my heart cried out her name and I pulled her to me. I couldn't let her think I didn't want her, that a part of me didn't love her so I kissed her like the lover she knew she was and somewhere inside I desperately wanted her to be. Then I left.

Confused. Hurt and more then a little hysterical. I called the one person I thought I could go for comfort. Little did I realize that doing this would only be the beginning of my nightmare. I drove around for awhile before I found myself sitting in the car out in front of the house of the red haired woman whom I had so recently broken up. What were you doing here Brandon, I asked myself.

I didn't even get out of the car before the door of that ranch style house opened and Stella came out. After the last twenty-four hours I had forgotten how breath taking she was. Red hair curled into ringlets, lips so full it was like they were tiny pillows made just to rest my cock on. She had on a white T-Shirt that seemed to bulge over A full curve of breasts that I realized now were bigger then both Monica and Kim. A white skirt covered her lower body and even from this angle I could see the wide curve of a large and bouncing ass. Bigger and not nearly as tight as Kim's or as well shaped as Monica's. Even through the closed windows I could hear the click of her white high heels.

Even with the window rolled down I could see her lips moving as she walked toward me. So, I kicked the door open and her voice assaulted me. "....And you have the nerve to call me out of the blue and just expect me to forgive it all?"

"Stella." I began but she lifted a hand and I knew she wasn't done.

"For all you knew I was with another man." Stella said in a little snarl. "And who was that bitch? To tell me you deserve better then me? Were you cheating on me?"

When she called Kim a bitch my eyes flashed dangerously and I felt a sudden rage beginning to build. "When were you planning on telling me that our whole relationship was built on a lie?"

"What are you talking about?" She demanded, but I could see the faintest hint of unease around her beautiful face.

"Halloween." And then it all came flooding out. Monica. Kim. All of the times the Deviless had made me feel special and needed and Stella using that to her advantage. "When were you going to tell me that it wasn't you in the costume?"

"What are you talking about?" Stella demanded, but she was quickly losing her edge. "Listen baby. I will forget about that phone call and the possibility that you have been with another woman....just come inside. I want to show you how wet I am at the mere sight of you. Come inside so I can show you what you do to me, that I am yours baby."

I blinked and actually fell back into the door of my camaro. I could hear the voice clear as day. Soft through the mask, filled with not lust like Stella's now but with concern, passion and unmistakable longing. Brandon....when you learn the truth...remember this moment. I am soaking wet just touching you. You did this to me, and I wanted it to happen. Know my Brandon, I am yours.

"Is something wrong baby? Don't you want me to show you that I am yours?" Stella asked me.

"......" I could hear Monica's voice in my ears now. All of the times she said things with the security blanket of the mask. That she told me she loved me. That she needed me. "....No."

"I am going to take you inside and make you forget all about that other wo...." Stella continued like she hadn't heard me and then looked up suddenly. "Wait, what do you mean no?"

"I mean no." I said a bit firmer and pulled open the drivers door again. "This was a mistake."

Before I could get into the car she shoved the door closed with a slam. I had never seen Stella mad before and boy, I am glad I hadn't. "The mistake was thinking you were ever worthy of me." She fumed.

"....Thanks for making this easier Stella." I mused and pulled the door open again.

"You know what you are Brandon?" Stella screamed as I slid into the car. "Your damaged beyond repair. You will never, ever deserve a woman as good as me! And I was cheating on you!"

And then I turned and watched the most beautiful woman I had ever seen walk out of my life forever. I fired the Camaro up and drove off. I didn't even know where I was going or why I was going there until I was parked and staring at the building. So there I sat, outside the Holiday Inn on the outskirts of town. My mind was a blank haze. I was lost in the events of the last few months. The good and the bad.

I barely heard the creak of the car door. The sound of my boots on the concrete fell on deaf ears. I don't remember climbing the stairs or knocking on the door. When the door slowly opened I didn't even wait to see who was inside the room before I blurted out.

"I did something bad." I said in misery. "Uncle Randy.....help me!"

If anyone has ever seen a grown man collapse into another grown man and weep they know it's not a pretty sight. I didn't see Uncle Randy look at Catherine and motion to the kids with his head. I barely heard him say softly.

"Baby, take them to the next room....i think I know what he's going to tell me. I....remember this stage."

Catherine looked at her husband with something close to pity but nodded and took the two kids into the next room. I vaguely remember hearing Jonathan crying and asking why I was so upset. I was that kids hero. Once they were gone Randy led me into his room and set me down on the bed. I didn't wait to see who was in the room before I suddenly blurted out.

"My Deviless....She was a woman from this Halloween party I slept with....It was...." I said in a half yell.

"Monica." Came a clear and sad female voice from the corner of the room.

I looked up and to my horror, my mother was sitting in a chair in the corner looking down at her hands. I jumped up and tried to run for the door. All I wanted was to hide from the only woman in my entire life who didn't treat me like some kind of criminal. I didn't want her to look at me, not after what I had done to her little girl, but before I could get to the door Randy grabbed me and shoved me back to the bed.

"Let me go!" I yelled, the fear so tight in my chest I couldn't breath.

"Brandon! Calm down." I heard Randy snap. It sounded like he was ruffled, upset by something. Not that I blamed him after what I had done.

"Move! Have to run. I have to...."

But before I could finish the statement Randy surprised me and said.

"Hide." He said softly.

My eyes came up and I saw something that brought me back to my senses. My uncle was crying. For a second I thought he was so ashamed of me he was crying, but then I saw the mixture of self loathing and pain in his eyes.

"Oh honey." Mom cried sharply and jumped up from her chair. She ran to her brother and seemed to cling to him. "I'm so sorry Randy. I am so sorry."

"....There is nothing to forgive Beloved." Randy whispered.

Beloved. Honey. My eyes shot between them for a second and then something inside me snapped and I screamed.

"What in the fuck is going on!" I screamed.

Mom flinched and Randy looked for a moment like he wanted to hit me. For causing her that moment of pain and then finally he sighed and dropped into a chair. Mom returned to hers and looked down at her hands.

"Do you want to tell him, or should I?" Mom asked.

"We will. Together." Randy said after a deep breath. "You know that your grandparents died when your mom was young. I was 18, just starting my first year at college and your mom was 11. She was on a trip with mom and dad when they had an accident."

"I wasn't just with them Randy. I threw a tantrum. I made them go. I was their spoiled little princess. I had to have what I wanted and I was mad they let my big brother go away." Mom said a little bitterly.

Randy looked over at his sister and forced a little smile and then looked back at me. "Our Mom was surfing and she hit her head. Dad....of course went in to help her and ended up drowning with her. I was faced with two options, continue with school and your mom went into the system or quit school and become her guardian. So I quit and took over dad's business."

"Summers Automotive." I said without even thinking. It was uncle Randy's business and he nodded.

"I took a few classes a few at night, but more or less I settled down as head of the house. Your mom...she was traumatized. She blamed herself for what happened to mom and dad, so when the nightmares started I decided I would let her sleep with me."

Randy seemed to see the look of horror on my face but he waved his hand and laughed. "She was 11 years old, I am not a pedo Brandon. Nothing improper happened. Well, time went on and after a year or so she went back to her bed and we settled into a new family. I worked and supported us and she tried to deal with her guilt and the changes that came to all teenagers.

Well time went on and around the time she was sixteen I decided that she was able to watch the house at night and I could take a few more classes. One night I came home around midnight from one of my night classes and found the car of the high school football star in my driveway. Needless to say, I was angry, but I was 16 once so I kind of understood it. You leave a teenager with raging hormones alone and things like that will happen.

But when I opened the door I didn't hear the sounds I had expected to hear."

Before Randy could continue mom took up the tale, but she had a strange subdued remorseful tone as she spoke. "The boy's name was Jeremy Teller and when your uncle came home he was trying to rape me. I brought him back to the house to make out a bit and try and experiment but when he realized i wasn't going to give it to him, he tried to take it.

Randy ran up the stairs and I had never seen that look before. He was so angry at Jeremy, he wanted to kill him, for trying to hurt me. He almost threw Jeremy out the window, but the idiot hit the frame instead of the glass. Randy beat the kid pretty bad at that point and promised if he ever saw him around me again he'd kill him."

There was a strange fierce pride in her voice now and she smiled brilliantly at Randy now who blushed and looked down, but I saw a strange proud smile on his lips as well. "She went off to college when she turned eighteen and when she came back after her first year she sat me down on the couch and said she had something important to tell me." Randy started. "She told me that she was a virgin, and I was ecstatic. I was proud of my baby sister for being responsible. Then she told me that she had decided to save it for a very special man she knew. A man who had held her when she cried and always been there to save her time, after time, after time. Her knight in shining armor. Me."

I blinked when I heard the final word of that statement and looked between them in shock and disgust. "You?"

"Yes, but I told her that while I was flattered that wasn't something that could happen. Not now, not ever. She laughed and told me she knew that. The rest of her first day back went off without any noticeable problems. She slept in her room for the first time in over a year and the nightmares came back. So of course, I welcomed her back into my bed, which turned out to be a big mistake."

Randy again looked down, so I looked to mom. She had a strange flush across her neck but looked embarrassed none the less. Pleased, but ashamed at the same time. "I never had nightmares that night. I used it as an excuse to get into his bed. As soon as he went to sleep I went to work. I thought if I woke him up with my mouth....he would come around. But when he spoke up he wasn't excited, no he was angry. He screamed at me....told me that this was unnatural. That something was wrong with me. He called me a freak and told me that he never wanted to see me do something like that to him again."

Unnatural. Something was wrong with her. Freak. These things rang so deep within me. It sounded like they were speaking directly to me and then mom said something that rang so deep within me that a shiver ran down my spine. "And because of how he reacted, I didn't come home from college again. I was twenty-four before I came back. And I came back with a husband and a newborn baby girl."

"You blamed him?" I said in terror. "You hated him for rejecting you?" These words barely made I out of my mouth. I was too scared to hear the answer. I could see Monica, thinking I had rejected her. The mere thought that Monica would think I rejected her made my heart begin to hammer in my chest. My Monnie....mine.

"Yes. I did." Mom said sadly. "And I didn't spare him any details."

"She was relentless." Randy whispered. "She told me that her honeymoon night hadn't been gentle. That her husband was angry he had to wait until he married her to have her so he was brutal in bed. That it hurt and didn't feel special at all for her. She told me that she felt used and dirty. Like she was some kind of slut."

"Mom." I whispered sadly but inside my head I saw Monica. In her bridal gown being brutally taken while she cried, while she cried for me to help her. This is my fault, I saw all of this and felt a strange little twinge of jealousy. No one had the right to touch Monica but me, but I couldn't either.

"I had taken her rightful first time away. All she wanted was to be made love to by the man who had loved her her whole life. I realized then it was my fault. I spent the whole night drinking trying to convince myself that she didn't hate me for it. Around 2 AM when they closed the bar I took a cab, but not home. I wanted to tell her I was sorry, that I felt horrible. So I went to the hotel where they were staying, but when the door opened I saw she was alone, Tom and Monica were staying in another room so Monica didn't wake your mom up."

Randy took a deep breath and then looked over at mom. The two of them locked eyes and for a moment I saw it. It was in his eyes. It was in her eyes. They were young. Mom worshipped him and they loved one another more deeply then anyone could truly understand. "Your mom was dressed for bed. Wearing a nightie that came to her thighs. Her hair was wet from a shower and hanging down over her shoulders. She looked beautiful. I didn't see my little sister at that moment. The little girl who had begged me to play with her was gone. I saw a woman. I saw a woman who looked so haunted when she saw me standing there. A beautiful women who deep inside still held one single hope. That the man she loved could still make her first time special."

Before he even continued I knew where he was going with this. I looked from Mom to Randy and saw the look in my mothers face. She looked twenty years younger and happier then I had ever seen her. At that moment I knew. "And you gave her that one wish didn't you?"

"I did." Randy said with what sounded to me like a tinge of pride in his voice. "And I made it as special, gentle and loving as her first time should have always been. We woke up the next morning and looked at one another across the bed but didn't see brother and sister. We saw two adults who had done something both horrible and wonderful the night before. We talked all morning and decided this relationship would continue."

"Relationship?" I asked. I felt numb inside. All of this was just too much.

"Tom, Monica and I moved into town a week later. Randy and I continued to see each other in secret for years. We loved each other in a very special way Brandon. Those years were the best years of my life. I was happier and felt more loved then I had my entire life. I felt complete."

"Then why did it end?" I asked.

"That's a long story." Mom said and looked at Randy. Uncle Randy nodded and Mom looked down at her hands. "I told you how I felt those years with Randell, but a part of me felt different. A part of me always felt dirty. I always felt like Randell and I were doing something wrong. I felt....cheap. One day Randy and I had decided to spent the day in bed while Tom was running errands for Monica's third birthday party. He ended up coming home early and found me and Randy together in Randy's bed. "

"And I was inside her back entrance." Randy whispered.

And then it all clicked. Why Tom hated Uncle Randy. If I walked in on my wife with another man I would hate him too, and if that man was her older brother, I couldn't even imagine how I would react. "But...why are you two still together then?"

"He adored Monica." Mom said simply. "And I told him that if he went public or tried to leave me, I would take her where he would never see her again, but he we had a huge fight."

The look that crossed my face told mom that I thought he had hurt her and she laughed and waved her hand dismissively.

"Oh, he never hit me Brandon, but he yelled at me. He shouted things I didn't want to hear, things that I probably already knew on some level. Would I have wanted him, if I didn't feel like I had killed our parents? Would I have been doing this at all, if he wasn't the only male figure I had felt I could trust and that I felt wouldn't leave me?"

"That was when we realized that what we were doing was wrong. For many different reasons. I still love her and I always will, but it was wrong nonetheless." Randy added.

"Does Catherine know?" And then I realized how much she looked like mom, and how she always smiled in that weird way when she saw mom and I knew the answer. "Yea...she knows."

"She had a hard time with it for awhile, but once she realized that we had worked it out of our system and that I wasn't going to cheat on her, she was fine." Randy answered.

"And things were fine with your father for weeks, until I found out I was pregnant gain." Mom said finally.

I looked between them and then my mouth dropped open and everything began to make sense. Everything. "Mom...you weren't?"

"Yes." Mom whispered, but she didn't look down or ashamed. "You were tested a few days after you were born. Tom wanted you to be tested as soon as you were cleaned up but your father flat out refused to put you through that pain until you had experienced life without pain for a few days. The test was done discreetly. Your blood tested against my husbands."




Choices Ch. 04



For the first time in my whole life I said this word now with pride. I looked at Uncle Randy, tears running down my face and whispered. "Dad?"

The look on his face is something I will never forget. The pride. The happiness. The tears. He mouthed the word "Finally" and came across the room, sat next to me and held me. I clung to him like a child and cried. I didn't look at mom but I heard her finally say. "You had a father who loved you more then his own life all along Brandon. Your mother and father....love you so much."

After I came to terms with this, and to be honest cried more then a little bit I looked up at Randy and then to my mother and asked. "Why tell me this?"

"You and Monica" Randy said softly. "You had to know that I knew what you were going through before we talked about it."

"You knew before I came didn't you?" I asked suddenly.

Mom nodded and sighed. "I came home early a few weeks ago and heard you talking to your friend Nathan about the Deviless from the party. I was with Monica when she bought her costumes, I knew then and I called your father."

"That's why you and Catherine came out." I said with a nod.

"Yes." Mom agreed. "And we knew my suspicions were right when I overheard Kim and Monica discussing what happened between you and Kim and comparing it to Halloween."

"What do I do dad? I made a mess of things." I asked Randy.

He saw the panic in my eyes he smiled just a bit like he remembered these days and answered. "You need to clear your head Brandon. You are panicked right now. You hate yourself for what you did. You need to calm yourself down first of all and then take a few minutes and decide what you want."

"What you really want." Mom added softly. "Not what you feel obligated to do, or what you feel is right and proper. You have to decide what you truly want because you want it baby."

"And if I decide that I want to....follow this where it leads?" I asked softly. "What if I decide that Monica is what I want...for the rest of my life?"

My mom and dad exchanged a look then and mom said softly. "Then do it. We cannot tell you in good conscience not to do this. It would be hypocritical. All I can say is that you need to do it for the right reasons, your father and I did not. I did it out of shame and guild for our parents with a little bit of loneliness sprinkled in and he did it out of guilt."

"Because you felt like you had taken her special first time away." I said and Randy nodded.

"You and Monica cannot be like this. Monica came to you out of love and if you return to her out of love...." Then she shrugged. "We will support you."

"What about Tom?" I asked with a hint of fear. "He used to hurt me.....what will he do if he finds out about me and his little angel?"

When I said he used to hurt me Randy's eyes shot to my mother and she looked down, afraid to look him in the face instead she spoke to me as she looked at the carpet. "Tom....won't be a issue Brandon. I promise."

"First you need to go home and talk to Monica and Kim." Randy said and laid a hand on my shoulder. "And Brandon, please know that I don't regret any of it. Not your mom or you. And boy, I am damn proud of the man you have become."

Finally it all hit me. Randy was my dad. He was proud of me and had always been. I was loved and if I decided I wanted to have a life with Monica, they would support me. And at that moment I put my face in my hands and cried. It was all just too much. Mom crossed the room and sat on the other side of me and both mom and dad hugged me.

When I looked up I looked into the mirror on the far wall and saw two things. First was a picture Randy had placed in the bottom corner of the mirror. It was him and mom then they were younger. Two kids standing next to two adults I knew to be my grand parents. The next was Randy and Mom when they were in their mid twenties. Randy was holding a little blue bundled baby in his arms while a little blond haired girl stood next to mom who was leaning on Randy's side. A picture of their family. And in the mirror itself I saw the three of us reflected.

Mirrors could show you a lot if you knew how to look. In this one I saw the three of us as we always should have been. My mom and dad sat on either side of their baby boy who had a very serious woman problem and they were helping him out. In this mirror I saw what I always wanted.

-Monica-

After Brandon had drove away I collapsed onto my knees and began to cry. Kim knelt next to me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. For a long time I just sat there and cried. When I finally looked up at Kim my eyes were blood shot and she looked like she didn't know what to say. "Did you see him? The look on his face? He hates me now!" I wailed and then looked back down and whispered in agony. "He was disgusted by me."

"He doesn't hate you and he wasn't disgusted." Kim said softly. "He said he just needs time."

"He kissed you!" I wailed. "He kissed you like he loved you."

"Monnie!" Kim snapped and shook me. The force of this shocked me to look at her. Her skin was pale in the moonlight and her make up was lighter but still there. She looked every bit the gothic princess my brother thought she was now. "Monica, he kissed you the same way." She insisted. "I saw him kiss you with the same love."

A tiny smile appeared when I remembered the passionate kiss before he left. Brandon had kissed me like a woman, like a woman he adored. I knew this was weird for Kim, but over the last few weeks so much had changed, Kim understood so much more now. Accepted more now. "B...ut what if he didn't mean it?" I asked like a insecure little girl because truth be told, thats what I felt like.

"You...really are head over heels in love with him aren't you?" Kim asked in a bit shocked.

"And you aren't?" I asked with a lifted brow. "I heard you two together the first night together. I see the way you look at him now Kimberly." And when I saw her blush I smiled happily. "That's better. Now, how do we make sure that he realizes he wants me?"

"I have an idea." Kim said a bit doubtfully. "....but it may backfire Monnie. Could you handle that? It back firing and him only being with me?"

For a split second I thought that she may be setting me up, but I knew better then that. Two halves of one heart, but the thought that I might lose him made my lip quiver a bit. "....I guess I have no choice. What do you think?"

"Make him jealous. Make him realize that what is his is being threatened by another man." Kim said softly. "Make him want to claim what is his."

"Or make him think I don't want him and end all chances for us." I whispered, but somewhere inside I knew she was right.

"You can't think like that Monica. Our man would not want you to doubt him." Kim said firmly and lifted my face by the chin. "You hear me Monnie? That's what Brandon is now, Our man."

"Our man....." I whispered, smiled and nodded.

Before I could ask anything else the sound of the doorbell broke both of us out of our thoughts. It was late, nearing 11 but not so late that we would wonder who it was. The two of us walked downstairs and opened the door, the boy got the shock of his lifetime. The two of us in matching black dresses with slits up each side to the thigh and black halter tops. Mine showed a bit more cleavage but Kim's showed how tight and curved her petite little body was. Our match, blond and brown both hanging down over our shoulders and the sides of our faces. "Can we help you?"

I recognized Brandon's friend from the day he had finished Brandon's Tattoo. Nathan's hair was blood red and spiked. He wore a black slayer T-Shirt and a pair of black jean shorts. His exposed forearms and calves were both heavily tattooed and the piercings shined in the lights from the living room. He seemed like the kind of guy that Kim would be all over, but to my surprise she didn't look even vaguely interested. Pleasant surprise, but surprise none the less. I guess she truly was falling for Brandon.

He looked openly at both of us. Our legs, our breasts and how our hair framed our faces. Kim cleared her throat and lifted a brow and Nathan blushed. "....Um...i need to drop off some designs for Brandon. Is he here."

"Nope." Kim said but then she suddenly looked at me with a question in her eyes. "But he should be back soon." She added, as if to me.

Then I understood what she was trying to say. He should be back soon. "Nathan, would you like to wait." I asked, adding a little purr to my tone. I watched him swallow a noticeable sized lump in his throat and nod dumbly. "Then come in. Please."

I looked and Kim and knew I would be on my own here. Kim had Brandon already and her doing this would be viewed as a betrayal. That, and we couldn't risk him hating us both, he had to have at least one of us, our man deserved that much. Kim turned and walked out of the living room and into the kitchen. I turned to Nathan and closed the door. "Come on, we can wait for him upstairs."

-Brandon-

I thought a lot about what Mom and Dad had said as I drove home. Mom and Dad, that still made me smile. To hell with Tom. For a fraction of a second I wondered where Tom was, He wasn't with them and he wasn't at home but that thought was wiped out of my head when I rounded the final corner and saw Mom and Tom's house. Kim's car was in the driveway now. So was Monnie's....and Nathan's. "Why is Nathan here?" I mused.

When I opened the front door of the house I got a strange feeling of the past repeating itself. The sounds of a struggle upstairs made me freeze as I closed the door. I listened intently and heard the sound of a bed and the sound of a woman's gentle moans.

"Hi baby." Came a very faint whisper from somewhere to my left. I looked at the stairs leading upstairs and Kim stood at the top of the stairs, and she was completely naked. For a moment I felt my heart begin to break. I could hear the sounds of sex clear now and thought they were having a threesome. Kim let out a very, very quiet chuckle and shook her head. She lifted her arm and showed me the still raw new Tattoo. She was for me and for me alone.

At that moment I could take the time to really admire her. Her lips were full, but not that ridiculous full that made them overly pouty like Stella's had been. The curves of her breasts were tight and well sculpted. She had a well defined set of hips and the curve of her ass was large for her petite frame. Her brown hair was down and starting to curl faintly and I finally saw her without make up, and she was breath taking.

Without a word I climbed the stairs and with each step I could hear the moans behind her, but I could see the way she seemed to be breathing harder and harder with each step. Her lips parted to speak, but no sounds came out. Wordlessly she reached for me in need and I smiled. When I reached the top of the stairs she crossed the room and pushed me into the wall silently. She dropped then to her knees and fumbled with my belt. Just as I was about to say something about the sounds I was hearing I felt the warm mouth engulf the length of my half hard cock.

I look down at her, but she wasn't looking up at me. Her eyes were closed in pleasure and she was worshiping the cock she had come to love so much. I looked up from her and my entire body went stiff. Kim seemed to know what I was seeing, She needed to keep me in place so she began to bob faster. From where I stood against the wall I could see directly into Monica's room.

On the far wall was a vanity mirror. I knew this mirror well, she had spent so many hours checking to make sure she was perfection for her dates with any number of boys, but now I could see her plain as day. She was on her bed, positioned in a way so Nathan, who was beneath her, couldn't see the vanity. Monica could however.

She was riding him gently in that way that made her different from Kim. She used her thighs and calf muscles to lift and lower herself up and down without moving back and forth. The movement made her breasts bounce and swing but every time Nathan reached for them she shifted so he missed and though she moaned from the pleasure she was in, she wasn't lost in it. She was watching me in the mirror.

A silent moan left my lips as Kim began to deep throat me as best she could. She was no Monica, but what she lacked in natural ability, she made up for in Worship. Though I loved what I was feeling and began to run my fingers through her hair I stared at Monica with a roaring beast now burning in my stomach. She had a man in her bed and every fiber of my being screamed for me to attack this man. That he was walking on land that belonged to me.

Another part of me noticed however that she was doing everything she can do to keep this from being special. She didn't let him touch her breasts and I remembered how much she liked to kiss doing sex, and she was never kissing him. She kept her eyes locked on the vanity mirror. Locked on me.

Monnie was mouthing something as she rode gently. It took a moment for me to realize it wasn't a moan, she was telling me something. I blocked out the pleasure of Kim's mouth as best I could and focused on Monica's lips. "Stop me. I need you. I love you." Over and over she mouthed these words. She was playing a dangerous game I realized. Risking everything she wanted on a chance I might realize what I stood to lose.

Finally I nodded and she smiled. I had gotten her message. Her hips began to move faster and from the mirror I could tell she had made him wear a condom, something she had never made me do, oral or otherwise. The faster she moved the more she began to moan.

She locked those beautiful blue eyes on me and began to moan out "I love you! Oh god baby, only you!" she threw her head back but kept her eyes on me. With our eyes locked I watched her orgasm hard on another man's cock. The mixture of the erotic sight, the flaring jealousy and Kim's working mouth made me lock up and explode in my Gothic Goddess's mouth.

Kim swallowed my load and then slid up my body. My hands running down the naked curves of her sides. She motioned with my fingertips for me to kneel so I did. And she placed her head next to mine, but so I could still see the mirror and she began to talk to me in a very soft whisper.

"She is scared baby." She whispered and ran her hands up and down my arms. "She is afraid you won't love her. That she will never be able to tell you that she loves you as a man, that she belongs to you."

"And you Kim?" I asked gently.

"I am completely yours. You have no worries with me Brandon. I....belong to you now and forever." She whispered and pushed herself into me as if to prove it. "But what of her beloved?"

"......She is my sister." I said without realizing that the mirror worked both ways. I heard a heart broken wail from the room.

Nathan mistook it for pleasure and I heard him taunt her. "Oh, you like that? I always knew you were a dirty slut Monica. Take it like a dirty whore."

At that moment I tensed. I remembered Randy and how Mom told him she had been treated. I felt the same as he did now, but I felt it out of love. No one spoke to my Monnie that way.

"Look at her!" Kim hissed and I could suddenly hear the rage in her tone. Her and Monica were the sisters now. "Look at what that did to her. Look at her and tell me you see a sister."

And so for Kim I did. I looked back into the mirror and Monica had frozen. Nathan was pumping up into her but she wasn't making a sound. He was grunting and taunting her and while she would have been screaming in pleasure if it was me, this time she only stared into the mirror and I could see the pain on her face.

In that mirror I saw a person who was suffering but that person wasn't my sister. The person who was staring at me in pain was a beautiful woman, who was head over heels in love with me. One that had given herself to another man to get me to understand, she wasn't my sister anymore.

I looked over and Kim and smiled. Kim stared into my eyes and then with a silent cry she threw her arms around my neck in a fierce hug and then shoved me toward Monica's room. I fell to my knees, as she had forgotten I was crouched, but when I stood I heard Kim disappear into my room and I took a deep breath.

Sorry Nathan, I thought to myself but this had to happen and it had to look real. Monica was staring at me in the mirror as I crossed the threshold into her room. She was unsure and fear was radiating off her.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" I roared.

Monica jumped so high Nathan came out of her and she grabbed the forgotten blanket to cover herself. Nathan sat up and his eyes widened with terror. "Oh god...Brandon...."

"With my own sister!" I screamed and took a step into her room. Nathan jumped up and began to quickly put on his clothes. "You come into our house and do this without even talking to me? This is the kind of friend you are?!"

"Brandon....bro....i am sorry!" Nathan cried out as he grabbed his shoes and his shirt. He hadn't even bothered to remove the rubber before he zipped up. "Please bro....i still...."

I couldn't let him think I hated him, he was still a good friend of mine and....the girls had manipulated the hell out of him. I nodded, but kept the look of anger on my face. "Look Nathan. I forgive you, but leave, now. And never do this again, do you understand me. Monica is off limits."

"But she is so hot and she was moaning for i....." He began but when he saw the look of blind rage cross my face he faltered. He thought it was brotherly which saved me. He waved his hand in defeat and nodded. "Okay bro....i get it."

And then he pushed past me and I heard the front door slam, his car start and the sound of him speeding away was clear. I rounded on Monica and she was sitting on the bed with her head down and covering herself with the blanket. She deserved to suffer, a bit, for what she had done to me. How she had slept with someone else. I took a step toward her and kept the same anger in my eyes. Monica whimpered and tried slid back on the bed trying to sink into the wall it seemed.

"Brandon....please. I just wanted you to realize what I was to you." She pleaded. "I....just wanted you to love me."

"And you decided to this by whoring yourself out to my friends?" I snarled and took another step forward. I watched her blind back tears as I called her a whore. She looked up and was just about to admit defeat when I leaned down, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her easily across the bed to me. Once she reached the edge I kissed her. I kissed her in a way that would show her that I loved her just as deeply as she loved me.

I felt her melt into me. She moaned into my lips and I felt the warmth of her tears on my cheeks. After a moment of just kissing me she pulled back and looked into my eyes. "I know you said you needed time to think Brandon and I can give it to you but please just say it.....I just need to hear it. Tell me I am what Kim is to you. Please Brandon tell me just once I am yours." When she said she began to cry a little harder, but it wasn't a cry of loss, but of need. I knew this type of cry. When you needed something so badly it became a physical pain. "Please, just tell me once I am yours. I am begging you Brandon."

There was a large part of me that wanted to punish her for all she had done. For opening this door. For sleeping with Nathan. For sleeping with every man she had ever slept with, but I couldn't now. Seeing her like that was to much for me. "Monica listen to me. Kim is mine completely. I never knew how badly I wanted her until that mask came off. Kim is mine completely and I will never let her go. I cannot say that I claim you Monnie."

Before I could continue Monica turned away. She suddenly tried to pull the blanket up and cover herself up. She didn't want to be naked in front of me right now. She slid off the bed before I could stop her and started out of the room and I could see her shoulder shaking and she was crying, but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her around.




Choices Ch. 04



"Brandon let me go." She pleaded and couldn't look at me. "Let me go and be alone.....cherish the memories I have and then lock them away. When I come out again you will be my brother again."

When I heard these words a part of me screamed hysterically in my head. She pulled free of my wrist and I knew if she got out of the bedroom I would lose her forever and thats when I decided, this was happening. I wasn't going to lose either one of these women. So I blurted out. "Monica I cannot claim you because you already claimed me!"

Monica froze when she heard this but she didn't turn. "What?" She asked softly.

I didn't dare wait for her to turn so I continued quickly, before she could run away. "Monica, baby you claimed me at that party and then again in my bed. You showed me the way sex could be with someone who truly loved you. You already have me baby. I don't need anymore time." And then with a little breaking hitch in my voice I added. "....Please don't leave me now?"

Monica gasped and slowly spun around. She locked eyes on me and her look was blazing, intense filled with devotion. She didn't say anything, she simply dropped the blanket leaving her naked once again and raced across the room. She launched herself into me and threw her arms around my neck. I caught her around the waist.

Monica cried in pure bliss as she began to kiss every part of my face she could reach. As I held her I also heard the squeal from behind me and Kim was suddenly there with us. I set Monica down and the three of us were a mass of limbs, arms and lips. I kissed Monica and then Kim and to my surprise they laughed and kissed each other.

"My girls." I whispered happily. Once they were calmed down I looked down at Monica and smiled. "You need a shower."

"Oh, are you thinking of joining me?" She purred.

"In this house when Tom could walk through the door at any moment? No, but you will not come into this relationship with the scent of another man on you." I explained.

Monica blushed but nodded. She gave me and Kim one final kiss and then disappeared into the bathroom. Once I heard the shower start I led the naked gothic doll back into my room and laid her down. I leaned down to kiss her stomach but she grabbed my shoulders and whispered. "Please....not yet. Just come and hold me?"

I was all to happy to give her what she wanted. I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my boots and slid down my jeans then climbed into bed next to her. It was a surprise how nicely the little thing could fit into the nook under my arm. She snuggled in deeply and sighed happily. "What was that about?" I asked softly.

"If you had told me a year ago that I would be in the Jenson house, naked in the bed of Brandon Jenson and I was not only willing but happy I would have called you a liar." Kim said with a dreamy tone to her voice. "And if you had told me not only that but that I would be sharing Brandon Jenson with Monica I would have called you crazy."

"It's strange how things have worked out isn't it?" I asked as I ran my fingers through her hair. "I never imagined I could be this happy Kim."

Kim actually moaned from sheer happiness, leaned up on her elbow and began to kiss me. I made no move to fight her. The kiss went from innocent and content to deep and passionate in almost no time. Her fingertips roamed over my chest and arms as we kissed as if she was trying to learn every curve and every little nook of my body.

When I felt a pair of full and talented lips wrapped around the midway point of my cock I moaned a deep, surprised moan. I didn't break the kiss, but looked down to see Monica's beautiful blue eyes staring up at me as she begins to sink lower and lower taking more and more of that length into her talented throat.

Kim doesn't break the kiss either, but her hand moves down and touches the top of Monica's head. Like she knew she was there. Kim laces her fingers through Monica's hair and I can feel Monica's moan vibrate through the length of my cock just as clear as I can feel Kim's hand actually lifting and lowering Monica's head. Kim was actually fucking Monica's head onto my cock. With a little moan I leaned into Kim and whispered. "Why not go and join her?"

"I have a better idea." Kim said suddenly.

Kim disappears beneath the blankets and I looked down at Monica. For a second it looked like she smiled around the length of flesh between her lips. Suddenly her beautiful blue eyes widen in surprise and with a squeal her head flew off my cock completely. Monica screamed then in pleasure and in a way I had never heard and then threw her head down again and again, but she began to squeal and almost scream around my length. I had felt her talents before and she was definitely distracted. She wanted to deep throat me, but every time she tried to seemed to scream and choked.

After she tried to take me completely again and failed I threw back the covers and wasn't at all shocked to find Kim's brown hair was the only part of her head I could see from between Monica's thighs. Monnie finally had to withdraw me from her mouth and when she did she let out a squeal of pleasure and began to shake. "Oh god stop....please oh my god! You have to stop! Kim baby please....it feels too good...."

"Awe baby...." I whispered mercilessly. I scooted down until I was next to my girls and stared into Monica's eyes. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open as she panted. "You never had this happen have you?"

"No...." Monica whimpered and actually began to hum back and forth on Kim's face. I reached down and began to strobe and manipulate Monnie's clit as Kim licked. I could tell from the way she moved and her angle that Kim was a rookie, but she had natural talent. With Kim's tongue treatment mixed with my experienced fingers and toped off with Monica's inexperience I knew Monnie wasn't going to last long and sure enough, within seconds her whole body went rigid and she let out a scream as she came hard on Kim's face.

Once Monica had come down from her sudden explosion Kim slithered up to us and kissed Monica full on the mouth. Monica returned the kiss only a bit timidly and then added. "And what was that about?"

"Are you complaining?" I asked playfully and Monica blushed. "Didn't think so."

"Leave her alone baby." Kim said with a laughed and nudged me with her elbow. "Contrary to what men think, just because two girls are friends doesn't mean they do things like that to each other."

"Then why now?" I asked with a little smile.

"Because....we aren't just friends anymore." Kim answered with a little blush. "Monica and I...we are your girls Brandon. You are OUR man. And if this is going to work....i have to love Monica in the same way and with the same fierceness that I love you."

"Your willing to do that?" Monica asked in shock and I saw a touch of tenderness build in her eyes. "You...are willing to love me that deeply?"

"Monica." Kim leaned up and touched her face. "I already do. You have opened my eyes to a world I never knew was possible with Brandon. You are mine Monica. You and Brandon both."

I saw the shock fade from Monica's face and tenderness appeared. She smiled a wide and proud smile and hugged Kim. "You and Brandon are mine."

I felt no need to repeat that these two beautiful women were mine. Instead I just leaned in to Kim and kissed her and then shifted and kissed Monica. Kim was content to accept that kiss, but Monica was not. Monica wrapped her arms around my neck and deepened that kiss. Within seconds Monica was moaning into that kiss and pulling me atop her.

Kim giggled and gave me the room I needed to get on top of Monica. Kim reached between us and I felt her fingers surround my length and guide it home. Monica's back arched when the head of my cock stretched her lips to enter her. Monica wasn't as small as Kim so she wasn't nearly as tight. I was able to shove forward and bury myself to the hilt. When I bottomed out inside my beautiful sister her back arched almost off the bed and she let out a scream.

"Listen to her baby. She loves it. Give it to her!" Kim pleaded as she leaned down and began to lick around Monica's nipples. Monica wrapped her arms around Kim's head and shoulders. Kim sucked her nipple into her mouth and began to swirl it around and around.

"Oh god baby more!" Monica pleaded. When I pulled it back out to the head she threw her head back and forth in agony. "Please no! Baby I need it....give it to me!" And when I slammed my hips forward and buried myself hilt deep inside her tight pussy she screamed one again. "OH GOD YES! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOOOUUUUU!!!"

When I pulled out and slammed myself back in Monica once again screamed but this time she began to thrash and writhe under me as her orgasm began to take her. At that same moment Kim began to shift uncomfortably. Monica had snaked her hand between Kim's leg and as she came hard was thrusting two fingers in and out of Kim's very tight pussy.

I continued to hammer in and out of Monica without any thought to what was around us at that moment and Monica continued to thrust her two fingers into Kim with wild abandoned. Kim couldn't even suckle on her lovers breasts anymore as she laid her head next to Monica's and moaned gently as Monica thrust those fingers in and out.

Monica looked up at me and subtly shifted her eyes from me to Kim, smiled and flashed me a little wink. I grinned down at my sister, my lover, my love and pulled from her dripping wet sex. I shifted until Monica's legs were both on the other side of me. Kim was lying on her side with her legs open and Monica's hand pistoling between them. Monica pulled those fingers out and used the two fingers to spread Kim's lips wide apart.

Kim laid her head next to Monica and sighed happily and then I pounced. I had it all lined up and when Kim signed contently I thrust my hips forward. With Monica holding those lips open my cock head was able to get in without the heavy resistance. Unlike our first time together where I had to ease my way in, get her stretched and dripping wet, with Monica's fingers doing the stretching and now holding her open my cock slammed fully inside her until our hips met with a loud smack.

"OH GOD!" Kim screamed and to keep herself from screaming again and waking everyone for ten miles she kissed Monica hard. Monica returned the kiss as I rolled Kim until she was under me with her legs spread around me and began to hammer in and out. Kim was screaming into Monica's mouth. The muffled sounds of her screams were mixed with the sound of Monica's moans, my soft growls of pleasure and the sound of our bodies slapping into each other.

Kim was every bit as tight as I remembered her being from the night she had crept into my bedroom in that deviless costume which seemed like a lifetime ago. Her silken pussy molded to the length of my cock. After the initial thundering thrust I slowed down and slid in and out very gently. The screams turned to gentle moans and Monica and Kim again began to kiss, this time it was slower and more passionate.

After taking Monica, Monica blowing me and now sliding myself in and out of the tightest pussy I had ever felt I was getting close to popping. "Baby, I am going to cum."

Kim and Monica broke apart long enough for Kim to look up at me and plead. "Please let me feel it beloved. Fill me with your seed baby, claim me. Make me yours forever."

"Show her my love. Fill her up." Monica whispered.

I didn't need to be told twice. My thrusts speed up once again until the room was filled with the sounds of our flesh meeting, Kim's pleasure filled screams and Monica egging me on to fill Kim with my seed. With one final thrust I slammed myself into her tightness to the hilt and unload volley after volley of hot seed into her depths with a rumbling growl.

Kim's eyes rolled back in her head when she felt me finally unload inside her and her whole body shuttered as she came one final time and flooded me in her warm fluids. The three of us laid there a moment trying to catch out breath. Monica laid with the sheet covering her from the waist down, her large firm breasts exposed to the night air. Kim was beneath me looking up at me with reverence in her eyes.

I saw the look in Kim's eyes change a half a second too late. Her eyes went from happy, content and pure bliss to blind terror in the blink of an eye. My mind was still addled from the realization that these two magnificent women were all mine to realize what I was seeing.

"Oh god, BRANDON!" Monica screamed in horror.

The next thing I knew my shoulder and back was on fire. Pain shot up the whole left side of my body. Kim came up to shield me. I leapt off the bed and behind me heard the sound of something hard hitting flesh. Naked I spun around and found myself face to face with the man I had thought my whole life was my father. Thomas Jenson. His face was livid with rage and his eyes seemed to be void of all thought. In his hands was a wooden baseball bat.

Tom looked over my naked body and seemed to become angrier. His eyes then shifted only slightly to the bed and when he saw Monica again, just as naked as me in my bed all rational thought died and he screamed. "I knew you would do this!" Tom screamed hysterically. "Like your good for nothing uncle taking advantage of his innocent little sister!"

"Dad stop!" Monica screamed in terror.

Tom didn't listen. He came at me again and swung the bat for my head. I tried to lift my arms but only my right arm came up. I couldn't move my left arm from the pain, but my right was enough. I grabbed the bat by the fat end and ripped it from his hands.

All I wanted to do was hurt him, cause him as much pain as he had caused me, but I knew that would only hurt Monica. I leaned in close and hissed. "Your done here Tom. Leave now. Don't even pack. Get in your car and leave. If you ever come back here, I will finish what you started tonight."

Tom looked like he believed I would kill him. He turned and fled from the room and I heard the front door slam and another car speeding out of the driveway. For a time I stood there breathing hard and cradling my left shoulder in my right hand.

"Brandon!" Monica cried suddenly but I was to lost in my thoughts. The man had actually came at me with a bat. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't hear the dread in her voice. "BRANDON!" Monica screamed, and thats when I heard the blind panic in her voice. "Oh god Brandon, Kim!"

I turned to face the two women who were the center of my whole world and I froze. As I stared at the bed I felt my whole universe come crashing down around me. All I could do at that moment was let out a pain filled wail of disbelief and agony.

-Monica-

Our first time as a official couple was special for the three of us. Brandon made love to me, and then made love to Kim. It couldn't have been more perfect. Kim and I even had a little time to experiment with each other. It was wonderful. Kim got to feel Brandon explode inside her and the three of us took a moment to just bask in the afterglow of this perfect moment and then it happened.

Kim saw my dad first. He had been standing there for some time watching and listening to us before something inside him snapped. He went to the closet between my room and his and mom's grabbed the bat. Just as Brandon exploded inside Kim he came back into his room. Kim saw him but couldn't call out fast enough. I saw him just before he swung but I couldn't cry out in time.

"Oh god, BRANDON!" But my brother, my lover, my life didn't hear me in time. Dad hit Brandon as hard as he could in the back and the shoulder.

"Dad stop!" I screamed at him.

I watched as Brandon jumped off the bed and then the world slowed down. I didn't hear what Brandon said or what my father said in return, if he said anything. I didn't see Brandon take the bat from my father and my father flee, I was too busy staring at mine and Brandon's world collapsing.

All I remembered was seeing my father swing that bat again. Brandon had been on the bed still and looked defenseless. Kim had leaned forward to try and protect the man she loved and the bat caught her square in the side of the head. I didn't see my dad retreat. All I saw was Kim crumble to the bed and stop moving.

"Brandon" I cried out in panic, but he didn't seem to hear me. "Oh god Brandon, Kim!"

That got his attention. Brandon turned and I saw a look in his eyes I promised myself I would never see again. His mouth tried to find words, but all he could do was stare. He crawled across to bed to her on one arm and touched the side of her head and pulled back a handful of blood.

"....Monnie. Oh god....Kim....baby. Our Kim...." He cried. "....Call someone...please help....Monnie I don't know...."

My beloved Brandon was in shock. I jumped off the bed and called 911. As I told them the address and what happened I looked back at Brandon and I began to cry. My brother who was the kindest, most gentle man and lover I had ever known as cradling Kim's head in his lap and was crying. "Please...." I heard him whisper. "Please Kim wake up....please baby....i need you. Kim don't leave me. Please honey wake up. I'm begging you wake up!"

With the 911 operator giving me instructions I stared down at Brandon with tears running down my face. We did this to her. Our beloved Kim was hurt because Brandon and I had taken this to the next level and his heart was breaking. Staring there watching my brother cradle one of the women he loves lifeless body I realized something.

Choices aren't always good. It was second worst moment of this year. Kim was lying in a pool of her own blood in Brandon's arms because of the choices we had all made and I didn't think either one of us would ever be the same.



Choices Ch. 04



I found myself waking alone sometime after midnight. The bright red flashing of the clock in the strange bedroom felt oddly comforting. I think it probably had to do with the realization that I wasn't at home and in my own bed. It took my mind a moment to register where I was. It took, however only a brief second for my mind to comprehend the terrible pain that my body was in.

Before I could stop myself a loud cry tore from my lips as I tried to roll out of the overly soft bed. I couldn't help but wince as I heard her foot falls coming from the living room into the bedroom. Thoughtless of the head ache that she couldn't possibly have known that I had, she flicked on the light switch. That one tiny action, sent a torrent of pain into my brain that seemed to consume my entire body, as the room was flooded with a hundred watts of illumination. I was helpless to do more than bury my face into the pillow, pleading with her to kill the lights.

"Oh Cara..." she breathed, returning the switch to the off position as she crossed the room to sit on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry Baby. I should have guessed that you would have a head ache." Gently, she pressed her cool hand to the back of my neck trying gently to sooth me with a massage. "Am I helping or making it worse?" she asked as I let out a small whimper of relief.

"Helping." I whispered, annoyed that my voice sounded far more gravelly than it had before we'd drifted off. 

"You're losing your voice Cara." she sighed, rising abruptly. I was able to catch that whimper of pain as the sudden jumping of the bed caused my head to start throbbing again. "I'm going to go get you something to drink. Don't try to get up. Okay?"

"Yes Ma'am." I agreed through clenched teeth, listening to her leave the room and move about her house. 

"You must be starving." she said thoughtfully as she returned to the room. With cautious hands, she helped me move into a reclined position, once again resting on the head board. "Drink this." she demanded, pressing a plastic glass to my lips. 

I almost gagged when I realized the cold liquid she was attempting to fill me with was orange juice. Instead I dutifully choked it down to preserve her feelings. It wasn't her fault that I didn't care for the bitter taste of anything citrus flavored. I was extremely relieved when I heard her set the glass aside.

"I'm guessing from the scream a minute ago that it's safe to assume that you're still in a lot of pain." she said, the grim tone in her voice gave away the look of concern that I knew had to adorn her beautiful face. 

"Yeah. That's a pretty safe guess." I smiled, trying to make light of the situation. 

"And you still don't want to go to the hospital?" she stated. I wasn't terribly sure if her words were in the form of a statement or a question.

"Still not going to the hospital." I confirmed just in case it had been a question. 

"That's okay. I have some pain killers around here some where." she said thoughtfully.

"No thank you." I refused. I'd seen far too many people in my life battle with an addiction to pain killers and alcohol to be overly receptive to the use of either. "Do you have any aspirin?" 

"I think so." Again, I felt her rise from the bed and listened to her disappear into the bathroom to search her medicine cabinet. "I got Tylenol Cara." she called from the bathroom. "Will that work?" she asked 

She was oblivious of the fact that I was in the process of forcing myself from the bed despite the pain. The room began to spin violently as I made it to my feet. Anxiously, I grabbed on of the wooden foot poster of the bed to maintain my balance as my world slowly stopped turning and came into dimly lit focus. "That's fine." I called back softly as I experimentally released the grip I had on the bed. 

"What are you doing hard head?" she asked as she came out of the well lit bathroom to see that I'd already made it half way to the bathroom.

"I'm going to the bathroom Hailey." I laughed as though she were silly for asking.

"You can barely move Cara." she scolded, rushing to my side to slip her arm carefully around my waist.

"Well I thought you might get a tad bit upset if I wet your bed." I said playfully, trying to cover my embarrassment over the predicament that I found myself in. "I can make it to the bathroom on my own Honey. I promise." I assured her, closing the door between me and her as I stepped into the over whelming brightly lit hell that she called a bathroom.

"You know you're about a stubborn one." she called from the other side of the wooden bathroom door.

"Well you picked me. What does that say about you?" I called back jokingly, taking care of my needs as she fretted impatiently outside the bathroom.

"I don't know." She said thoughtfully as I opened the door allowing her to enter as I surveyed the damage to my appearance in the bathroom mirror. "Maybe that I like a challenge." she frowned, easing her arms around my waist as she noticed the stream of tears that was rolling down my bruised cheeks. "They'll fade." she assured me as she gave me a gentle squeeze, being cautious of my bruised aching ribs.

"I know." I frowned, wiping the dampness from my cheeks, not wanting to evaluate the fact that the man I promised my life to was capable of doing such damage to me. 

"You're still beautiful." she said softly against my ear, pressing her chin on my shoulder and nuzzling my neck playfully. I think at the time that was probably the only part of my body that didn't ache too badly.

"And you need glasses." I sighed, turning in her arms to face her. Hesitantly, I ran my index finger down the length of her nose. "I'm starving." I lied, wanting to distract her from trying to baby me. "You promised me breakfast, now you have to feed me." I demanded firmly.

"I'll make you what ever you want..." she said seriously. "After you take these." she said handing me two Tylenol. 

"Done." I smiled, popping the pills in my mouth and swallowing them dry before she had a chance to retrieve more orange juice. 

"What do you want to eat?" she asked seriously as she pulled away from me. With a warm smile, she caught my hand and led me through the bedroom, then the den and finally into the simply decorated kitchen. 

"I'm not picky." I admitted, realizing in that moment that I was standing in her kitchen completely naked. "I have really got to go home." I sighed, trying to shake my embarrassment as I retraced our footsteps to go retrieve the t shirt she'd given me earlier that morning.

"Why would you want to do that?" she called, her voice carrying softly through the wooden framed walls.

"Well for one..." I sighed as I returned to the kitchen to lean heavily back against the bar type island that sat in the center of the huge kitchen area. "I live there. And two, because I can't run about naked all the time. There are laws against that sort of thing, you know." I said teasingly, flashing her as much of a charming smile as I could manage as I watched her flutter about the kitchen purposefully.

"Oh. I guess that makes sense." she said looking at me with an incredibly nervous expression.

"What?" I questioned curiously, trying my best not to let my stomach knot up with anxiety over what causes such a look on her face.

"Well, I didn't think you would be wanting to go back home, well at least not until after you were healed up any way." she said, turning her attention to the pan of eggs she'd seconds earlier been intently scrambling.

"Uh huh." I nodded slowly. "And what exactly did you have in mind?" I questioned, my confusion absolute in my heavy gritty voice.

"I figured that you could just stay with me until you had an idea of what you wanted to do. I mean, I do have an extra bedroom. You would have all the privacy you could possibly want. And I'm not really home that much with my crazy schedule down at the club." she explained, as she spooned the fluffy yellow eggs onto solid white ceramic plates.

"I don't think that is the best of ideas Hailey." I said honestly, praying that she wouldn't ask why.

"I think it's a great idea." she said firmly. "I can't stop you from running back to that ass hole if that's what you want to do, but I can at least give you an option other than having to go back to him." she said seriously as she sat the plate on the bar next to me. 

She was standing far to close in that moment for me to ignore the heat of her presence. Even the allure of the floral scent of her perfume seem to draw me to her. I couldn't deny that the sheer attraction I felt for the woman that shared the room with me bordered heavily on insanity. It took every ounce of will power I possessed not to draw her firm body against mine. I knew I needed to keep my head if I was going have half a chance of saving her heart from the train wreck that seemed to follow me and consume every one around me.

"I appreciate that Hailey, truly I do." I said honestly, staring down at my bare feet in an attempt to distract the desire that was building steadily with in me. "But I don't stay with John because I have to and if I go back to him it's not because I have to. It's because I'm married to him and marriage is forever." I said repeating the words I'd heard since childhood. 

"I agree with that. But a marriage is only a marriage when both parties are equal. Not when one is the other ones punching bag." she said, her voice full of barely suppressed anger. "You don't have to make a decision right now. All you have to do now is eat your eggs." she smiled, brushing my hair back over my ears, allowing the conversation to drop as she began to sense my distress.

"Thank you." I breathed a sigh of relief, turning my attention from my feet to the plate of eggs and whole wheat toast. Four bites into breakfast, the waves of nausea became far too much for me to bare. I felt horrible that I wasn't able to eat after she's been so eager to cook for me. To my surprise, she was more than understanding, clearing away the dish as I sluggishly made my way back to the bathroom. 

"Are you alright?" she asked sometime later. Stepping into the bathroom, she found me sitting leaned with my face hanging over the toilet unproductively. 

"Yeah." I nodded sluggishly. "My stomach is just feeling a little unsettled. But I'm not throwing up so that has to be a good thing." I smiled tiredly, turning my pitiful blood shot eyes up to face her as she knelt on the cold tile floor next to me. 

"Maybe you should try to take a cool shower. That might help your head ache and nausea." she suggested in the soft concerned voice that had become the norm for her in my presence. "Of course that would also help stiffen up those muscles even more." she said thoughtfully.

"So basically, I'm just fucked either way." I frowned. I don't know what possessed me, but I instinctively turned and leaned down to lay my head lazily on her thigh. The cold of the tile floor did seem to help alleviate the nausea as I curled up into a small tight ball on the floor. 

"Pretty much." she breathed. Slowly, she sat flat on the floor offering me more of her lap to snuggle into with out disturbing the position I'd already found suitable. 

"Why are you so damn nice?" I asking in a slow almost slurred voice as her fingers brushed through my long dark curls soothingly. I couldn't help but relax under her soft calming caresses. 

"Why do you find it so hard to accept some one being nice to you?" she asked seriously.

"I married the last person that was nice to me and that hasn't proven so prudent." I said only half teasing. "Have you even thought about how dangerous what you're doing is Hailey?" I asked, deciding to go into preaching mode, before she delved into questions and admonitions about my marriage.

"What?" she questioned innocently. "Stroking your hair?"

"No... Taking in what amounts to a total stranger." I said seriously. "You don't know anything about me. You don't know where I come from, who I am, or what I'm capable of. For all you know, I could be a mass murderer."

"Well if you're a mass murderer, then I hate to tell you kitten, but I think this time that the mass got the better of you." she said with a dismissive giggle.

"I'm serious Hailey." I countered, struggling to sit up to study her unconcerned face firmly. "I could be dangerous."

"Oh, I have no doubt that you are." she smiled suggestively. "But the only danger I'm in is of never seeing you again once you walk out of this house."

"And I'm the stubborn one." I sighed with a half hearted crooked smile as I grabbed the porcelain sink and pulled myself to my feet. "Okay, granted... I'm not dangerous. But whose to say that the next stray that you try to take in won't be. All I'm saying is that you need to be more careful." I said sincerely before making a slow escape from the bathroom.

"If you want to shower I picked you up some clothes earlier while you slept." Hailey said nervously as she rose and followed me back into the bedroom. "I figured that you would want more than just a t shirt if you were going to stay for a little while. I gotta turn on the light Cara." she warned softly, before following through with her words. 

"So that's what you were acting so anxious about in the kitchen when I mentioned going home." I sighed as she pointing to several full shopping bags that sat in the corner of the room.

"Sort of. I just didn't think about how presumptive it was of me to go shopping for you." Hailey shrugged, gathering the bags up to carry them to the bed. 

I frowned as she dumped the contents out onto the bed for my perusal. I studied her face intently as her hands picked at the various fabrics disinterestedly. I knew she was doing every thing in her power to avoid making eye contact for some reason. I began to feel a slight tug of concern. After knowing me for give or take twenty four hours, this woman had gone out and damn near purchased an entire wardrobe for me. 

"Why did you you do this Hailey?" I sighed, shaking my head tiredly. "How much did all of this cost you?"

"It doesn't matter Cara." she replied in a tone that I can only describe as full of rejection. 

"It matters to me." I pointed out, trying to think of how to soften the blow to her ego. 

"I just figured you had clothes you would stay." she explained softly, sounding far more like a broken child than I could stand.

"So you thought you could buy me?" I questioned, taking her explanation out of context, something I am still to this day famous for.

"No. God no." she gasped, looking up to meet my offended gaze. "I would never think I could. I just figured that if you didn't have to go back to that son of a bitch to get clothing that there would be less of a chance of him convincing you to take him back. You don't have to stay with me Cara. That's a given, but going back to him is going to get you killed eventually and I don't want that to happen."

"So you went out and spent a fortune on me, even though you barely know me, because you wanted to keep me safe?" I questioned, with as much of a smile as I could manage. I couldn't stop my heart from reacting to the selflessness in her actions. 

"Yes I want to keep you safe Cara. Is that so weird?" She asked with a heavy frustrated sigh. 

"God this is fucking crazy." I breathed thoughtlessly. Before I could stop myself, I caught the back of her slim neck and pulled her down to me. 



Choices Ch. 04



 Hello, everyone. Here is Chapter Four of Choices. I certainly hope you enjoyed the previous chapters. Thank you for continuing to read this story. 

Thanks to my friend Jim for simply being there and offering to listen and help when I call. Also for beta reading for me. 

It is self-edited, so any mistakes are my own. But please don't let any errors you may find distract from the story. 

Please read and comment. Your thoughts are welcomed and I really want to know what you think. So now, on to the story "Choices, Chapter 4". 

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Tom sat with his brother admiring pictures of his niece. He had to admit, she was a beautiful little girl, but what else would you expect from the Golden Boy. Laughing at his own pun, Tom decided to let it go. He was a grown man and it was time to stop envying his brother.

Stephen had just finished pleading with him to call Terri. Tom started to tell him to back off when the doorbell rang.

"Get the door boys!" Momma yelled from the back of the house.

A reprieve, he could get away from Stephen and his pitch for Terri. Tom went to answer the door.

Tom opened the door and standing there on the doorstep stood, Terri. His heart raced as he took in her beauty. He stared so long that he barely heard Stephen clearing his throat from behind him breaking his trance. Standing right behind Terri stood Lottie, his first real girlfriend.

Tom, chuckling, moved aside and quickly invited both women in. 

Stephen, even though he wanted to see Terri and his brother connect, was struck dumb by the appearance of the two women at his mother's home. 

Stephen never liked Lottie. Not even when she dated Tom. Something about her annoyed him. She and Terri were best friends and had a sexual relationship when they were in college. He had no problem with her being gay, but he felt that she influenced his wife in a bad way.

When they married, Stephen discouraged Terri from being around Lottie. Eventually, their friendship died. Now that she and Stephen had divorced, her best friend, Lottie was back in her life.

Terri was so much happier. She realized that even without Stephen life goes on. Seeing Tom again only added the last part of the jigsaw that she was sure would make her happiness complete. She wanted to leap into Tom's arms, but not with Stephen standing there. Even though she wasn't married, she couldn't bring herself to be that spiteful to Stephen .

Terri! What was going on? What was Mom up to?  "Hey, Terri, Lottie, welcome." Tom greeted his sister and her friend, kissing first Lottie then Terri both on the cheek much to an annoyed Stephen. 

"Oh my goodness, Tom!" Lottie greeted her old friend with a bear hug. "How have you been? Old Stephen here didn't even hint that you'd be home. Terri neither."

Terri felt a stab of anger at the familiar way her girlfriend hugged her ex brother and irritation at the fact that he seemed to actually enjoy embracing the other woman..

"Hey Tom, welcome home." Terri chimed in as soon as he and Lottie parted.

Tom pulled Terri into a quick embrace and felt his pulse quicken but knew he couldn't hold on too long. 

"Terri, how are you? You're looking good girl." He greeted her in a friendly manner, wanting to hold her longer but not wanting to show Stephen just how much he wanted her back in his arms after such a long time away from her.

The feel of Tom's arms encircling her was all she'd dreamed about for the past year. She never wanted to let him go. Then her brain registered his question.

"Tom, I'm good. It's so good to see you. I, um we really missed you." She added staring deep into his brown eyes.

Lottie, walked over to Stephen, much to his vexation. She decided to mess with him, "Hey old man. Or should I call you pops." A big smile spread across his face at the thought of his little angel. 

Stephen barely noticed her teasing; he was watching the interaction between Tom and Terri. They looked so good together. He'd do all he could to make that happen.

Lottie realized what he was staring at. "Um, she's not available son. Besides, you blew your chance."

Stephen looked at Lottie and smiled. "Are you two serious, or is your relationship just FWB, friends with benefits?"

Lottie looked at him. She and Stephen had always had a tumultuous relationship which had culminated months earlier when she and Terri moved in together as roommates. The two parties reached a stalemate and decided to simply not cross paths. Stephen still cared for Terri and didn't want to see her hurt. 

Stephen accused Lottie of taking advantage of Terri when she was vulnerable, but that wasn't the case. They were both single women with needs. And they were already familiar with each other. So making love with each other was easy for them.

What he failed to realized was out of the two women, Lottie was the one with the most to lose. She and Terri had a history and were lovers in college. Since they'd been living together for the past year, they'd resumed their relationships as lovers.

She knew that Terri could be insatiable and they spent the first two weeks in some state of nakedness. But she knew Terri's heart wasn't hers. It belonged to one man now. And that man was the guy holding her so close as if he never wanted to let go.

Lottie knew a day would come when her relationship with Terri might end. She'd miss the sex, but they'd still be friends. So for now, until Terri said something, nothing would change.

Lottie wondered would she be willing to share. One look at the way she gazed at that man disabused her of that notion. Lottie didn't blame her. If she could find a partner like Tom, she'd be the same way. 

"Ummm hmm mmm!" Stephen cleared his throat interrupting both Terri and Tom.

When Stephen cleared his throat, she looked up and her eyes landed on Lottie. Terri loved her friend and knew she'd understand. Besides, they'd already talked about it and Lottie said that if she got 

Tom was here, standing right in front of her. She didn't care what it took; he was not walking out of her life again. Tom could not take his eyes off of her. She was pure perfection. She was going to be his.

At that moment, Patricia walked in and greeted both young women.

"Lottie, Terri, I'm so glad you could make it. Lottie, let me introduce you to my sons." Patricia turned to face her boys.

"I know you know my oldest Stephen, but this is my youngest son, Tom." Patricia boasted. 

Lottie laughed and then said, "Patricia, Tom and I are old friends, aren't we buddy." She said as she embraced her old friend.

Terri knew exactly what she meant and for the first time in her life, she was ready to actually hurt someone. Tom was hers and she had no intention of losing him again. Not because of something she'd done and definitely not to another woman.

If Lottie thought for a second, she would stand aside and let her have Tom, well she'd better think again.

Stephen noticed the gleam of anger in Terri's eyes. She was jealous. He'd been married to the woman for twelve years and never, not once did she become jealous. He was a notorious flirt. He even tried to make her jealous, but she never became possessive. Even when his affair with April was revealed, she wasn't jealous, pissed and mad as hell, but not jealous.

But Lottie hinted at a relationship with Tom, and his ex-wife was ready to rip the girl's face off. Smiling inside, he knew how she felt, because he felt the same for April. 

Terri and Tom belonged together, just as his heart belonged with a young girl, he'd met on a business trip a long time ago.

Everyone moved to the den to sit and chat while the dinner was slowly finishing. Then the doorbell rang again, Patricia answered this time with a loud squeal.

"April, Edith, you made it.' Smiling she added excitedly, "Here's my little angel. You have to meet your uncle. Ladies, this way." She led her guess.

Soon Tom saw the girl that his brother ruined his marriage for, April.

She was lovely. She stood a little over five feet tall, thick and long dark hair, and the prettiest green eyes. Her daughter, his niece was breathtakingly beautiful as well.

Tom, get over here, I want you to meet April and her mother Edith. This little angel in my arms is your niece, Isis.

Isis took one look at her uncle and reached for him. Tom gathered the babe in his arms and held her close. "You, little one, are simply beautiful."

April had heard about Tom, and knew that he left because of the messed caused by Stephen. "Thank you." April whispered.

Edith then greeted Tom as well. She and Patricia had become friends over the past year and she knew how the absence of her son hurt her.

She wanted to speak with Patricia and see if everything was alright.

Patricia excused herself to check on the dinner and set the table. Edith went to help her bring out the dinner.

"So that handsome young man is your son, Tom?" Edith queried.

"Patty, are you sure inviting all of us here was a good idea."

"My son walked away from me last year because he was hurt. I need to fix this, Edith. I need to fix our families. Isis needs to know her uncle and aunt." Patricia explained.

"Wait unless, you have another daughter, I don't-" then she just happen to see Tom watching Terri as she talked to April.

You'd have to be blind not to see the love he had for that woman. Soon, Isis saw her daddy and she wanted him. Stephen gladly rescued his daughter from the strong safe arms of her uncle.

Lottie was smiling at Stephen's antics. She thought she'd never she the day Stephen would be jealous of Tom. But he couldn't stand the idea of his daughter preferred her uncle over him.

So when Isis reached for him, he quickly moved to rescue her from his brother.

"Hey, Stephen, can't lose another woman to Tom, right?" she teased.

"You're the one to talk. Come talk to me when Terri dumps you for him." He grumbled holding his daughter close. 

"Terri loves him. When she's ready I'll step aside. We'll always be friends, and damn I'm going to miss the sex with her." Then they both laughed.

April walked up and asked what was so funny.

Lottie explained, "Daddy Stephen here is scared his baby brother will steal his little girl's affections."

April joined in with Lottie's laughter.

Then gently April stroked Stephen's cheek. "You're her daddy. No one will take your place, not in her eyes." Stephen placed a gentle kiss in the palm of her hand. April pulled away reluctantly.

Stephen smiled and for a second he believed he could win her back. Then April stepped away from him, and a feeling of longing ensued.

Lottie carefully watched the exchange and felt bad for Stephen. He needed to let this girl go. She wouldn't be taking him back. 

"So, April, Stephen tells me you are a Junior VP in the company now." Lottie stated.

April nodded, "Yes, but I don't travel as much as some. I'm working on my MBA and hope to have a top office one day."

Lottie was impressed. Tom and Terri had finally stopped staring at each other long enough to realize other people were there.

Patricia and Edith called them into dinner and they all sat down to eat. April placed the baby in her playpen that Stephen had set up in the next room.

Dinner was delicious. Edith watched her daughter carefully, but she was fine. She and Terri even exchanged greetings and everyone took turns holding the baby. Isis seemed to instantly attach herself to her uncle. 

Soon it was late, and Terri and Lottie were heading home. Tom was about to call a cab, when Stephen offered to drive him back to the hotel.

Edith, April, and Isis were staying overnight and driving home the next morning. Stephen would join them for breakfast to spend extra time with his daughter. 

He actually invited them to stay at his home,, but April quickly declined. She had no intention of giving him any idea that they would reconcile.

As they were leaving, Lottie slipped Tom her and Terri's address. She invited him over the next tonight.

Tom took the paper and said he'd think about it. Lottie knew he'd be there, simply because Terri would be there.

Stephen drove his brother back to his hotel. 

"You know Tom, I have a big empty house. You're welcomed to stay. There's no point to spend money for a hotel room when you can stay with me for free." Stephen offered.

"That's nice of you Stephen, but I'd rather have my own space." Tom explained.

Stephen was hurt, but he wouldn't let it show. He wanted to rebuild his relationship with his brother, reconnect. He knew it would take time. Soon they arrived at the hotel and Stephen walked with Tom to his room. He wanted to talk to him. Stephen and Tom sat in his room and talked for hours. 

Once Stephen realized the time, he bid his brother good night, and headed home. He had to be early to see April and Isis off the next morning.

The next morning, Tom awoke early and fished Lottie's number from his pocket. He decided to take her up on the offer to hang out with her and Terri.

Tom and Lottie spoke for a good while and decided to get together for lunch. Terri had to work, but Lottie would make sure to tell her. 

"Terri, Tom and I are having lunch at Toro's today. It won't be a problem for you, will it?" Lottie asked. She didn't want to have resentment build between the two of them, for they'd been friends for too long.

Terri abhorred the idea of Lottie spending time with Tom, but right now he was free to see who he wanted. Even in her relationship with Lottie they agreed to be open and date other people.

So logically, she had no reason to object, but emotionally, her heart was screaming "NOOOOO!" 

So she replied "He's a free agent, and in a sense so are you; have fun." Then she returned to her crossword puzzle she was working on.

At lunch, Tom and Lottie talked with Lottie wanting to know of his intentions toward Terri. True, she and Terri were lovers, but they were best friends first.

That night, Tom and the two women decided to go out and just relax. He arrived at their home in a cab ready to take the two gorgeous women to a local night club for an evening of dancing, frolicking, and fun.

Over the past year, Terri had changed. She was always outgoing, but a bit reserved. But now that she was free, she wanted to have fun. Tonight, she planned to just enjoy herself and clear up any doubts of her intentions toward Tom. No one would stand in her way.

Tom was the envy of everyone in sight. With two very attractive women on each arm, he walked into the dimly lit club as if he owned the place and people noticed. It didn't take long for them to be seated, as a lovely young woman led them to a privately enclosed booth in one of the secluded balconies of the establishment.

She waited a moment as they ordered drinks, with Terri sitting next Tom on one side and Lottie on the other. 

After the waitress left the three friends, took time to catch up.

"So, Tom what have you been up to in Canada?" Lottie teased her friend.

Tom laughed, "Wouldn't you like to know, working mostly."

"Well, whatever you were doing, it worked." Terri chimed in admiring his firm build.

Tom blushed. He wasn't used to women looking at him and admiring his build. He wanted to take the focus off of him. "So Terri, you're free now. I can tell you've been having a great time." Tom teased.

Terri laughed at him. She liked this playful version of him. He was so much more relaxed and carefree. Sure she'd seen him hang with his friends in the past, but there was always restraint. 

For a second she recalled how wild and unrestrained he was when they made love the first time. She realized that she wanted this man. No wondering, no questions asked.

Soon the waitress brought their drinks and the music was entrancing. Terri and Lottie began to sway to the music.

"Come on, Terri. Let's dance." Lottie pulled her girlfriend to the dance floor.

Tom sat and watched the two women dance. 

Lottie and Terri swayed to the music. Both women were extremely happy. They were out with an old friend, and they were together. Lottie wanted more. She wanted to see if Terri was still turned on by her and wanted her.

So she pulled Terri close and kissed her. Then Terri turned, pressing her body back into Lottie as she held her close and nibbled on her ear and neck.

Tom was riveted. It seemed as if the girls were performing a private show just for him. His eyes were glued on the spectacle before him.

The three friends sat finishing their first drink when they ordered their meal. They quickly ordered a second drink then a third. By the time the meal came to the table we were all quite merry and a little light headed.

The meal was fantastic, as was the company. It was like Tom had never been away. More drinks followed as both Terri and Lottie were asked by a number of very young beautiful women to dance.

It was then that Tom recognized they had come to a gay club for women. Besides Tom, there were only two other men there. 

The music pounded and the drinks flowed freely. More and more drinks followed. Terri was watching Lottie with Tom, and she had just enough alcohol in her system to make her daring. "Excuse me, Tom, Lottie, I'm going to powder my nose." She stood and walked away a sultry sway to her hips. Lottie watched her lover walk off, and she knew Terri was horny. 

She'd been extra horny ever since Tom came home. Lottie flashed back to last night. She and Terri fucked each other almost into oblivion. 

Now tonight, Lottie knew she was primed and ready. She wondered if they could get Tom to join them, but now wasn't the time. Her girl was going into the bathroom, horny, hot and waiting. She had to take care of her before some other stud stepped in.

Terri walked into the bathroom and quickly went to the sink.

"Hey, baby. I can help you with that." A gorgeous brunette butch offered walking up and grabbing Terri by the waist. Lottie walked in just in time to stop the woman's advances.

"Dean, you know she's mine. We don't poach. What in the hell are you doing?" Lottie addressed the woman.

"Sorry, Lottie. Wasn't poaching, just checking on your girl." Dean explained backing away hands extended.

Dean left leaving Terri and Lottie alone. As soon as she left Terri shoved Lottie against the wall and kissed her desperately. She felt as if her body was blazing. She needed release and needed it now.

Sliding her hands beneath Lottie's dress, Terri caressed her naked pussy. Lottie was hot and wet. Terri fingered her cunt causing Lottie to moan. Terri covered her lips with hers to hide the moans as she fingered her furiously.

Lottie loved how aggressive Terri could be. Most people taught Lottie was the dominant, but they were mistaken. Both women took turns dominating each other. Their relationship worked because, they both strived to meet the need of their partner.

Terri guided Lottie into a stall and led her to the top of the toilet. She then closed and locked the stall, and lifted Lottie's dress exposing her neatly trimmed bush to her view.

Terri looked at Lottie's wet dripping pussy and she salivated. She wanted a taste. So ever so gently she fingered her and then extracted the fingers to lick the juices off of her hand.

"Put your leg up on the toilet." Terri whispered. Lottie quickly positioned her legs opening her core for Terri's assault.

Terri hissed into Lottie's ear, "Do you want to cum? Do you want me to make you cum?"

Lottie moaned, caught up in the sensation of being pleasured by her lover.

Terri kissed and nibbled Lottie's neck, then whispered in her ear, " You are so very wet. I love that about you. You're always turned on with me every bit as much as I am with you. You never fail to make me want to have sex with you, making me feel very excited and horny.




Choices Ch. 04



With that said, they both kissed as their desire for each other reached a fevered pitch.

"Ummmm, yes" Lottie moaned. She'd do anything at this point to find release. 

"Baby, I want you to cum, but first you have to agree to something. Tom is mine. We can be together, but he's off limits." Terri said.

"Ummmm, OK, Terri, please." Lottie begged.

"Agree, agree that Tom's mine." Terri demanded.

"Yes, yes, he's yours." Lottie agreed willing to do anything to find completion.

"Good" Terri agreed and then she fucked Lottie furiously driving almost her entire hand in and out of her girlfriend dripping cunt.

Soon, Lottie's pussy clenched on Terri's hand. Lottie's scream was swallowed by Terri as she covered her mouth in a kiss soaking up her passion.

Then she held Lottie close while her body returned to normal.

"Kissing her once more, Terri whispered to Lottie, "We've been gone long enough, Tom's waiting.

When the two women returned to the table, Lottie was glowing and Terri looked smug.

"Ladies is everything alright." Tom asked wondering what these two girls were up to as both women sat down laughing.

Soon, as they talked and laughed Tom felt a hand on his thigh. Moving up and down, the hand inched closer to his burgeoning cock. Fully erect Tom's cock was huge. 

Then it happened, the hand gripped his cock. He was so hard, and excited. Looking up, Terri's countenance didn't change. She appeared to have the same straight face, as if she was not giving him the best hand job he had in a long time. She was different, bolder.

Since her divorce from Stephen, she'd grown into her own and Tom liked what he saw. Tom wasn't sure what could have caused the change, but he was certain that her new found friendship with Lottie was the catalyst. The amount of alcohol she'd consumed acerbated the fact as well.

Terri sat laughing with Lottie as she stroked Tom's cock. He felt huge and she couldn't wait to get him alone. Tom's breathing was labored and he had to get her to stop. He gently removed her hand from his cock. 

Terri giggled and looked at him. "Tom, are you alright?" she asked. "You seem a bit flushed." She queried.

Tom smiled at the vixen and said, "Little girl, watch where you put your curious fingers." And he removed her hand for the last time.

Lottie realized what was going on, and decided to join in the teasing. "Um, you know we can take this back to our flat and the three of us-"

One small glare from Terri shut that suggestion down quickly. Lottie looked at her friend and shook her head thinking She's so gone over him. I hope he knows how special she is.

Before long it was time for the club to close, so Tom, had the hostess to call a cab and rode home with the ladies first before heading back to his hotel.

Terri and Lottie walked into their flat hoping Tom would stay, but he didn't. During the cab ride back Tom appeared pensive. He said nothing. Tom was thinking about his fascination with this woman. He'd been gone over a year and yet he kept dreaming of her. He knew she was bisexual. Her relationship with Lottie was old news. 

Tom pondered,  She's bi, There's no denying that. I can see she cares about Lottie, but can I be involved with a woman who has someone else. Hell, looked at what I was willing to do to Stephen. I'm no saint. I need to talk to him before I go.

Tom arrived back to his hotel, and realized that in one week he'd be back in Canada. He'd call Stephen and see if they could really talk. He was wrong and it as time he faced it. Then thinking about the two women, he smiled,"Whewhe thought, I don't have to decide about them right now. I'm just going to enjoy my visit.

 I hope you enjoyed Chapter Four of "Choices". Chapter Five may be delayed a bit, but it's coming. Please remember to vote and comment. I really would like to know what you think. If you like the story, tell me what you liked. If you think it's horrible, tell me why. Send me a private message if your comment is extremely detailed.

Again, thanks Jim. You're the best. 



Choices Ch. 05



My thanks to my editor adetaildiva. Without her this would be a poorer story. After her any errors are mine.

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I went out with Jean on Saturday night. She seemed a little preoccupied. When I tried to question her, I was rebuffed.

She fixed coffee at her house after dinner and a movie. When she brought the cups out, she crammed herself into the far corner of the couch. "Jack, I've noticed something."

"Oh, what is it?"

"Last weekend we went out on Friday, the weekend before on Saturday, the weekend before that on Friday. This weekend we're out only on Saturday even though you knew Rebecca was with her dad all this weekend. Are you seeing somebody else?"

Where had I heard this before? Did my girlfriends run into each other at the mall and start comparing notes? This was getting irritating. "Yes. We hadn't talked about being exclusive."

"How could you do this to me? You knew my history with Josh. He cheated on me and I kicked him out. Now you're cheating on me."

"Hey, wait a second! I am NOT cheating on you. I am seeing other people. You knew that I had just started dating again after Kathy's death. Did you ask me to not see anyone else? Did you expect after one date, you had a franchise on the territory?"

"Not after a DATE, but you've – I'm pretty sure – enjoyed more than a date, or do you EXPECT that as a reward for your company?"

"That's not fair! I didn't pressure you for sex and if you think I expect that just because I take you to dinner, you haven't been listening when we've been talking. And it's not only me enjoying more than a date, or maybe those sounds from you were pre-recorded." I wanted to lighten up this conversation, but that comment fell flat on the floor.

"I thought sharing ourselves in bed meant something special. If you're screwing some slut I have to worry about STD's and other stuff. Plus, how can I let you get close to Rebecca if you don't think this relationship is going anywhere."

"I didn't say this relationship wasn't going anywhere. I do think that this can be something special, but look at it from my side. You've had four years to adjust to leaving Josh. I'm sure you've had other dates and time to think about the qualities you wanted in your next companion. Also, the way you and Josh parted made it easier for you to think about the next person either for good or bad. I lost Kathy eighteen months ago. I still have to adjust to not having her here. I've got to get on with my life, but that means making decisions that I thought I would never have to make again. You know as well as I do that those decisions look different at thirty than they did at twenty-two."

"As for Rebecca, you're right. She's a great kid and I like her a lot. If I have to give her up, I'll lose something, too. I hope you feel the same about Bobby." I could see tears trickling down her cheeks. I started to slide down the couch to take her in my arms. Jean jumped up and went behind the couch, keeping the furniture between us.

"G-g-get out. This isn't going to work. You need to leave." She began to sob. I stood up and walked around the couch. "NO! Leave now. I don't want you to touch me."

"Jean, don't make any rash decisions. If you want to go back to just dating, that's fine with me." Liar, liar pants on fire, the little head shouted. "Look, I'll call you next week and we'll talk some more."

"J-j-just g-g-go!" 

I let myself out. As I closed the door, she flung herself back down on the couch. I heard great gasps and saw sobs wrack her body.

Driving home many thoughts whirled through my brain. Nan hadn't made any demands the night before. Jean was going to demand an exclusive arrangement.

Sex with either of them was good, but after last night with Nan and Cass, well how could any sane male turn that down. Nan was always active. New things, new places, new activities were always at the top of her list. Jean was quieter. She was interested in new things and new ideas, but the mother role subdued and limited what she attempted. 

Nan's body was lush, padding in all the right places. As that other blond, Goldilocks, would say: not too much, not too little, just right. That wasn't quite right: her boobs were spectacular.

Jean was slender, with well-defined muscles from working out regularly. She had all the right parts and they functioned well, but if she wanted to go in drag she could easily pass for a teenaged boy. Well, so much for considering the deep, long-lasting qualities. 

Either woman was a match for me intellectually. They both liked a variety of music, Jean tending to more classical stuff but lots of pop and rock. Jean also fed my craving for novels. Nan was more artsy-craftsy. She had taken me to the National Gallery and had shown me things about painting that I never understood before.

Despite Jean's workout schedule, Nan was actually more athletic in the broad sense. We had hiked; she had a mountain bike and had promised to show me some trails; she ran 10k races regularly. She was very flexible, a quality that had proved that the pictures in the Kama Sutra were not just imagination.

Nan would probably want children. Jean might want children. That didn't bother me. I was still young and had always wanted at least two kids. I certainly enjoyed Bobby.

I always knew there would be a decision. I just hadn't expected it so soon. I hadn't expected it or had I hoped I could continue to enjoy the fruits of my labors longer? By the time I walked into my house I was depressed.

"Jack, you're home early. Whassha matter? T'ings didn't go right?" Linda was unsteady on her feet. Her drink was half full, and I was willing to bet that two, maybe more had preceded it.

"Last night, Nan asked if I had another girlfriend and tonight Jean did the same. I may have to make a decision and I'm not ready to."

"Nan wash consherned about comp'tition, but she let you have 'nother girl?" Linda gulped the rest of her drink. "Lemme get a refill. You wan' one?"

"Yeah, my usual scotch-rocks-splash, please."

She returned in a couple of minutes not walking any steadier than when she left. As she walked over to the couch, I noticed that she had on a short, nylon gown. It came down about halfway on her thighs and had a deep vee exposing a lot of cleavage up top. Her nipples were erect and I remembered the day I had seen her topless. She handed me my drink and then plopped down next to me, snuggling her back up to my side. I stretched my arm across the back of the couch.

"Sho. Tell me about Nan and the other girl las' night. Why 's Nan upset about you dating other pipple, 'scuse me, people?"

"Well – we had planned to spend the evening at her apartment watching movies. When we got back from dinner, Cass, her roommate, was there after her date stood her up. We started doing shots and, well, a threesome seemed like a good idea."

"You sound like you regret it."

"God, no! When I was a teenager I read all those magazines that have 'true' letters about sex encounters. In college I never had anything close to those letters. I figured local college girls were uptight about hometown gossip. After I enlisted, I got laid on some first dates but nothing that was spectacular. Kathy was spectacular, but we were conventional: private sex with lots of play between us and lots of positions. There was this one that she liked –"

"TMI!"

"Anyway, I enjoyed last night. Fu-, uh, screwing two girls."

"I've heard the word 'fuck' before. Use it if it seems natural. I won't be embarrassed."

"Well, in that case let's just say that the activities fucked with my mind as well as my body. I should write a letter. But Nan didn't make any demands about dating others. Just wanted to confirm where she stood."

We sipped our drinks. Linda seemed to be thinking about something.

"Dan and I had a threesome once." She looked at me and smirked slightly. "Don't look so shocked. Parents have sex, too. How do you think we get to be parents?"

She seemed a lot more sober than just fifteen minutes ago. Maybe the mild excitement of our conversation had burned away most of the alcohol. She seemed to want to talk now and I certainly owed her time to listen.

"Well, I know that, but last night was really wild even for a bachelor like me and you guys just seemed so, so ..."

"Conventional? We were, but everybody has times when the stars align and things happen."

"Dan took me on a Caribbean cruise. He had done his homework. We weren't on a party boat. Most of the passengers were couples, many our age. This was about ten years ago, so they were mid- to late-forties, others in their fifties and above. There was the expected share of single ladies. You'll learn as you get older that women tend to become and stay single for many reasons. Then they start going out and traveling in groups, pairs, threesomes, foursomes."

"The first night at dinner we ended up with two other couples and a pair of single women. All of us were over forty; the single gals were the oldest in their mid fifties. We all hit it off, so we started palling around together. We ate together, went sightseeing, went dancing."

"The guys were really nice. They danced with all the women. We didn't sit with partners but mixed around and all gabbed about different things. In the clubs at night, as I said, the guys would dance with each of the women on slow dances. On faster tunes we'd all get up and gyrate in a group just like back in high school."

"The third night we'd done a lot of sightseeing that day, had a lot of wine at dinner and the drinks just kept slurping down later in the ship's club. At the peak of the evening, the club was crowded and the group gyration became a group scrum. The gals were all grinding against the guys and they were grinding back. Bodies were slipping and squeezing around. Suddenly, as I slid off a guy, Elaine was sliding across me and we were face to face and boob to boob."

"She put her arms around me just like I was a guy and I put mine around her more from reflex than anything else. Then one of her hands slipped to my butt and she rubbed her sensitive spots against my sensitive spots – all of them. At the same time, her hand caressed my ass and her fingertips ran down and back up my crack."

"Needless to say I was shocked, both from what she had done and from the hormones that surged through my body. I had never had any sexual contact with another female although I had considered it. It had never repulsed me nor had it excited me. I was surprised at my body's response."

"She pressed even closer and whispered in my ear: 'When you've been alone as long as I have, you learn to take any contact you can.' Then she slid away to the next guy."

"Dan and I had had sex every day on the cruise until then. With the alcohol and exertions of sightseeing and dancing, we just crashed when we got back to the cabin that night . The next day was a little rough as the ship passed through the tail end of a hurricane. So when we sat down for dinner there were only us, Elaine and another couple. Wine for eight was shared by five. We went to the club, but soon the other couple departed leaving just the three of us."

"The dance floor wasn't crowded, but soon I had enough drinks combined with the wine that I started rubbing against Dan. The fact that I had missed my nightly playtime the day before added to my lasciviousness. Then Elaine sandwiched him from the back. He turned around and I plastered myself on his back putting my arms around him with my hands below his belt. Elaine moved in and rubbed all over him. A few of the rubs were her sweet spot against my hands. Again a surge of hormones shot through me."

"Then Dan turned back to me. I rubbed against him and suddenly Elaine was sandwiching me. Her arms were around me with her hands on my tummy. As I ground against Dan I knew she was feeling his cock."

I was mesmerized by Linda's story, but out of the corner of my eye I saw her arm moving. I glanced down and saw that she had her hand under her nightgown obviously stroking her pussy.

"As I turned around to face her, her hands slid to my butt. I put my hands on her butt and pulled her close. I felt Dan rub his cock on my butt and over Elaine's hands. Elaine moved so that her legs straddled mine and my legs straddled one of hers. We began to rub against each other."

"'I want you. Let's go to your cabin,' Elaine breathed in my ear."

"What about Dan," I asked.

"'Both of you,' she replied."

"I leaned back into Dan. 'We're going to our cabin now. Elaine's coming, too.' I told him."

"When we entered the cabin, Elaine took me in her arms and kissed me. It was so different from a man. The first thing I noticed was no whiskers. Then, that her tongue was less insistent and more inquisitive, searching out surfaces that were rarely explored by Dan. She deftly stripped my blouse and bra and then kissed down my neck to nurse on my nipples."

As Linda related these events, she pushed one of her shoulder straps down exposing a breast. She began to stroke and tug on the nipple. The other hand continued to work under her nightgown.

"I worked on her blouse as she continued to suck my nips. Soon her bra floated away and I was tugging at her nipples. I wanted more. I unsnapped her slacks and pushed down the waistband. She did the same, but from her position she could pull down my skirt and panties. When they puddled around my feet, I pulled her up to kiss her. Then I knelt and pulled her slacks and panties all the way off."

"For the first time I thought about Dan. He was sitting in a chair watching us. He was in his boxers but had his cock through his fly and was stroking it. 'Don't waste that,' I admonished him."

"Elaine pulled me to my feet and kissed me briefly. 'Lie back on the bed,' she commanded. I quickly complied and she stretched out between my legs. Instead of lying down skin to skin she propped herself so that her breasts swung back and forth over mine, our nipples just grazing."

"She bent her head and gently tugged on my nipples with her teeth then used her tongue again. I reached between her legs. She was so squishy that one finger slipped right in. The heat there could have boiled water. She licked down to my center. Kissing around my thighs and lightly over my bush, she was trying to drive me crazy."

"For one of the few times in my life I began to ask for what I wanted using terms that normally make me blush. I kept thrusting my hips to where I thought her mouth was going but she kept avoiding the ultimate prize. Finally, I grabbed her head with both my hands."

"'Goddamit! Eat my pussy now! Stick your tongue in my hot, sloppy hole! Smear my cream all over your face.' With those commands, she started going to town."

"I looked at Dan again. 'Get over here and let me suck you and swallow your cum!' I only rarely did that, but that night I knew I was a slut and would do anything."

"He jumped out of the chair and took the two strides to the bed. I reached up and grabbed him, but it was too late. I started to convulse in an orgasm. I heard myself moan and my body jerked in spasm. I finally dropped back on the bed exhausted."

"'I'm sorry, honey,' I said weakly. 'You'll have to fuck Elaine. I can't help you right now.'"

"She rolled to her back. 'Get inside', she said. 'I want your big prick in my hot cunt, now!'"

"He moved to her and slid between her legs. 'Fuck me now! God, you're so big! It's been so long since I had a big, hot cock in my cunt. Fuck my pussy good and hard', she commanded."

"I watched him take two or three strokes, then I rolled over and sucked Elaine's breast. I put my finger on her sweet spot and lightly teased it. That was all she and Dan needed. I heard or actually felt the vibrations of a growl start in her chest as her hips thrust back and forth rapidly. Dan stiffened and I could tell he was shooting into her. The growl rolled out of her mouth as she arched one last time in the air and flopped back on the bed."

"The three of us lay there dozing for a few minutes, and then Elaine got up. She pulled on her slacks and blouse and stuffed her underwear into her purse. Dan was lightly snoring as I got out of bed and went to her."

"'That was wonderful', I told her.

"'Linda, you are the sweetest that I've ever had', she whispered.

"We embraced for one last deep kiss and she left. The next day was as if nothing had happened. We didn't repeat it. We never saw or spoke to Elaine after that cruise. That was the only time during my marriage that I was sexually involved with someone else. As far as I know, that was the only time Dan was although I'm sure he could have had any number of hot coeds on campus."

She paused in her speaking although I could see both hands continue their work. I was fully erect. I was trying to decide how to start my own self-pleasuring activities.

"Jack, I don't want us to get involved, but tonight I need someone to hold me. Can you do that while I finish myself off?"

"I will only ask if I can look at all of you while you do it. I won't touch you anymore than you tell me to."

She stood and flicked the other shoulder strap off. Her breasts were as beautiful as I remembered. She cupped her pussy but gracefully pirouetted letting me see her from all angles. I couldn't tell if she was posing modestly or if she didn't want to take her fingers out of her pussy. I patted the couch and she snuggled down against me. One hand continued the work that it had started.

"Jack, suck my nipples, please."

I leaned over to the far nipple. I flicked it with my tongue and then grabbed it gently with my teeth and tugged. When I did the same to the other nipple, she went over the top.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god! Ooooohhhhh."

She sank limply into the couch. I held her for a few minutes and then reached over and turned off the light. We stayed in the dark for quite a while. Linda finally got up. She didn't say a word, just leaned over and kissed me lightly and walked up the stairs. I heard her door close and I went to my room.



Choices Ch. 05



The Choice. (The best and worst year of my life.)

Thank all of you who have been around for the ride for our story. You have read as Brandon, Kim and myself have found love in a unexpected place and after a moment of uncertainty found happiness. You all know that at the moment the three of us were truly finally together my father Thomas Jenson came home and attacked Brandon. When he swung the bat the second time he hit Kim in the head before fleeing. Now I finish the story of the best and worst year of my life. 

Part 5.
Choices
The Finale.

The conversation with 911 seemed to take forever. Brandon lay on his bed, naked and cradling Kim's head in his lap. She was unconscious, her breathing was swallow and there was blood everywhere. Kim, Brandon's bed and Brandon's chest were all covered in her blood. I could hear Brandon pleading with her as I hung up the phone.

"Kim baby please wake up." Brandon pleaded and stroked her hair softly with his right arm. He couldn't seem to move his left still. For a moment I was concerned that the shot from the baseball bat had broken his shoulder, but then my concern for Kim took back over. "Please Kim....I love you. Wake up baby." I heard Brandon add in a whisper and my heart broke a little bit. My Kim, I loved her too.

"Help is on the way baby." I told Brandon. "We should get dressed baby. The EMTs don't need to see us all naked in your room."

If Brandon heard me I don't know. I rushed to my room and pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-Shirt. "Oh thank god, the EMTs are here already." I whispered when I heard the door downstairs slam closed. 

I walked back into Brandon's room and found Kim alone on Brandon's bed. She was lying peacefully and the blood had been cleared from her lips. Brandon had kissed her. Where was my brother. I couldn't think about that much as the sirens wailed. The next ten minutes was a blur. The EMTs and police rushing in and out. 

To my surprise and elation Kim came to shortly after they arrived. The EMTs cleared the blood away from her head and checked her out. The woman covered Kim's body with a blanket as the man walked in and then looked over at me and smiled. "Your girlfriend is gonna be okay." 

I blinked when she told me that Kim was going to be okay, but didn't bat an eyelash at the mention of Kim being my girlfriend, she was now. Kim was mine. "What happened? There was so much blood?" I asked with a faint note of panic still in my voice.

"The head bleeds like that ma'am." The male EMT said softly and smiled. "Head wounds always look worse then they are."

"Is she going to be okay?" A male police officer said from the doorway and motioned to Kim. When the EMTs explained that I wasn't injured he motioned for me to follow him with one finger a serious expression on his face.

We walked out of the room while the EMTs began to give Kim a concussion test. Once we entered the hallway and found the officers partner, a middle aged woman with her brown hair in a unnecessarily tight looking bun and cruel looking eyes the male officer turned to me and flipped open his pad. "Tell me what happened Miss Jenson."

So I retold the tale. Of how my girlfriend and I had been intimate trying to avoid being caught by using Brandon's room when my father came home. I told them that my father had come home and become enraged to find his daughter with a girl in his house and that my brother had come to my aid and been hit with the bat. That when Tom swung at Brandon again Kim had gotten in the way."

The female officer looked unconvinced and crossed her arms over her chest. "If your brother was hit with the bar, why was he on the bed where Miss Lauren was hit?"

"He fell back onto the bed trying to shield me and Kim." I said defiantly. "After he realized he hit Kim my father ran away."

"And where is your brother now Ma'am?" The female officer asked intently, almost accusatory.

"I don't know." I admitted and though I kept a cool exterior inside I was panicking. Why had Brandon run away? Where was my brother? "He has a business, maybe he got a call from one of his employee's in all the panic? Maybe he was hurt bad but didn't want to risk the EMTs not treating Kim so he took himself to the hospital. I don't know."

"And your brother's fingerprints wouldn't be on that bat would they Miss Jenson?" The female officer said harshly. 

At that moment my eyes narrowed. They weren't trying to blame this on Brandon were they? "Listen to me. Kim was knocked out when the EMTs got here. They can tell you that, so why not ask her who hit her?"

"I'll do that." The female officer said firmly and shoulders past me. I turned then to look at her partner who was looking at me apologetically and snarled. "See, this is why California law enforcement gets the reputation it does!" 

Behind me I heard the female officer say "Miss Lauren, why did Brandon Jenson attack you with the bat?"

"WHAT?!" Kim screamed. Just like I was Kim was amazed they were trying to blame this on Brandon. What happened to innocent until proven guilty.

"Miss Lauren." The female EMT said sharply. "Your still not clothed, please stay still1"

"I don't care who sees me!" Kim yelled, but her voice was still weak. "Who told you that Brandon hurt me? They are lying. Monica's father was who attacked us with the bat."

".....Oh. I see. You know Miss Lauren, you seem awful defensive about Brandon Jenson considering your lesbian." The Cop said slyly.

"I am not Lesbian." Kim snapped, I could hear the anger in her tone, but from the sheer weakness in her voice I could tell she was wavering a bit. "I am Bi Sexual, not that's not really your business. Thomas Jenson is the one who attacked me."

"Sorry for the mix up." The female officer said sullenly and then reappeared next to us. "We will file the report and get back to you. I will speak to Mister Jenson tomorrow at work."

And then I realized. This cop knew my father, who worked for for a agency that did PR work for the fire department, police department and state agencies. She didn't want to believe Tom could do this. In other words, they wouldn't investigate this deeper. The male officer again looked at me apologetically and then follow his older partner out. 

I returned to the bedroom and Kim already looked better. She had a large bruise on the side of her head, and looked a little paler then usual but other then that she looked alive again. "You will be fine Miss Lauren. I would like to take you with us to the hospital just to be sure, but you don't seem to have sustained any serious injuries." The female EMT said.

"You got very lucky Miss." The male added. "You could have been seriously hurt."

Kim looked at me and I could see the concern in her eyes. She was worried about the same thing I was. Softly she shook her head. "I can't go to the hospital right now, but thank you." 

"You really should." The woman said concerned. "But if you insist. I am noting that it is against medical advise, but please if you start to feel like your slower then usual, like time is slowing down, you get nauseous, your hands begin to shake or you lose consciousness again go to the hospital immediately. Okay?"

Kim agreed and the EMTs filed out. She threw back the blanket and tried to stand on shaky legs but I could tell she was still dizzy. The sound of feet running up the stairs made us both looking, hoping Brandon was back but Mom and Uncle Randy appeared in a rush at the top of the stairs. Mom squeaked at the sight of Kim's naked body and turned around. Randy grinned but also turned. 

"What happened?" Mom asked once her back was turned. "We saw the cops and Ambulances leaving. Where is Brandon."

"We don't know!" Kim said finally letting her panic and fear fill her voice. She didn't feel the need to hide things from my mother. 

They stayed with their backs turned until Kim had put on one of Brandon's shirts and then turned around and we told them what happened. I had left out the part about me and Brandon and said that only Kim and Brandon had been in bed but then Mom looked at Randy and my uncle sighed. "Monica, we know."

"You know what?" I asked with a lifted brow, but a part of me dreaded I knew the answer already.

"We know about you and Brandon." Mom answered.

"Mrs. Jenson please." Kim began, jumping right to my defense. She actually pulled me to her and held me protectively. Tried to hide me and the sudden shame I felt. "You have to believe her. It was just me and Brandon. Brandon would never do anything to hurt Monica."

"Kim." Mom said softly with a smile. "We are not judging. We have our own secrets."

And then they two of them told us what they had told Brandon. The story of their childhood leading directly to Brandon's conception and their affair that lasted years. Once they finished their story Kim and I stood staring at them in shock and Randy asked. "So, the three of you were in bed together and Tom caught you?"

All we could do was nod. "And he attacked Brandon with a bat?" Randy asked with a little tone to his voice. Now, I was never scared of my uncle, not one day in my whole life, but when he said this, uncle randy sounded downright dangerous. "And when he thought that Kim had been hurt, he left?" Randy added.

"Yes." I said softly. I still felt like a little kid who had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "And he's hurt Uncle Randy."

Mom looked from Randy to Kim then crossed the room and hugged Kim suddenly. The little brown haired gothic girl sighed softly and returned the hug. "How deeply does he care for you Kimberly?" My mom asked.

"He loves her mom." I answered because I knew Kim wouldn't be able to and I wasn't disappointed. Kim was crying on my mom's shoulder and mom was holding her and stroking her hair. Mom was trying her best to console her and gently rocking her back and forth. "We are his." I said proudly.

Uncle Randy locked eyes with me for a moment and then nodded just slightly. "You are his. He is yours.....and I think you are both in more danger of losing him now then ever before."

"What?!" Kim and I both yelled together and looked at my uncle. "I can't lose him! You don't understand Randy. He's the only man whose ever truly showed me he loved me!" At that moment I think we all realized how damaged Kim was and why.

"What do you mean?" I demanded before I could stop myself and wanted to know why Uncle Randy thought he was in more danger now. "Why are we in more danger is losing him now?"

"Think about what Brandon has been through. Cruelty and abuse at Tom's hands. You ignored him for years Monica and now he has finally found your acceptance and love. He has found the love and tenderness of two women he cares for more then his own life....and Tom threatened it. Not only did Tom threaten it, but he hurt Kim. To make matters worse Brandon may think because of the blood, that he killed her."

"Isn't that a little extreme?" I asked uncle Randy. 

"Do we really know what he is thinking? Or how badly panicked he was?" Randy asked me in return.

"Oh god." Kim suddenly gasped and walked around mom and grabbed Randy by the shirt. Her tiny hands shook his shirt franticly. "We have to find him! You know what Brandon will do."

"Yes I do." Randy said softly. "Brandon will kill him if he finds him and we all lose him."

"We have to go!" Kim said again firmly and shook his shirt again. "I can't lose him! Not now!"

"Nor me." I added sharply. "He is ours. We won't lose him now."

"What about you Jenny." Randy asked my mom. "We are going. You have to make a choice."

I didn't know what he meant but my mom suddenly looked uncertain and unhappy. "Randy....Tom has always been there. He is all I have."

"No he isn't." Randy shouted suddenly and removed Kim's hands. "Jenny you have me. You always have. And Catherine. You don't have to put up with Tom anymore."

"Randy....that part of our lives is past." Mom said sadly.

"I know Jenny, but that doesn't change who and what I am." Randy said softly. "You have me and Catherine and the kids. We were always here."

"And me." I added suddenly and smiled. "Dad doesn't deserve us mom."

"And me." Kim said fiercely. "And most of all, you have Brandon. You have a family Miss Jenson. Your brother, his wife and kids. Monica, your son and me. You have a family, but right now we need to go and find Brandon!"

Mom looked at Kim like she has never truly seen her before. Kim had been around for years as one of my closest friends, but mom suddenly looked at the brown haired young woman like she would the woman who marries her son. I remember thinking, thank god for Kim, at that moment. "Come on. Let's go and get Brandon before he does something we will all regret."

We waited long enough for Kim to throw on a pair of jeans and her black combat boots and then all walked downstairs. Randy and Mom walked out in front and Kim and I walked behind them. Kim reached out and grabbed my hand, interlacing our fingers.

We all climbed into Uncle Randy's van and he pulled out of the driveway. As he pulled onto the street my cell rang and I pulled it out of my pocket without looking to see who it was. "Baby?" I yelled hopefully.

"....Monica?" Said a male voice on the other end. "This is Brian Slaverin. You know, Brandon's apprentice?"

"....Oh, yeah Brian. What's up?" I said sadly and Kim looked down at her hands. She had hoped it was Brandon too.

"....Your brother just did something weird." Brian told me. "He called me at home and told me to meet him at the shop. Said he forgot his keys."

"He's at the shop?" I yelled hopefully, but Brian cut me off.

"No, not anymore." He said suddenly. "He only wanted to get the gun out of the safe."

"The Gun?" I felt my whole body seem to go cold at the mention of that word. I heard mom gasp, Randy curse and Kim let out a tiny squeaking scream of No! "What do you mean he got a gun! What is he doing with a gun!"

"He keeps it in case the store gets robbed." Brian said defensively. "He got it and then just left. Told me that if something happens to him the store belongs to me."

"Did he say where he was going?" Kim suddenly yelled into the speaker and I gently pushed her back.

"Who was that?!" Brian asked.

"No one, just please answer. Did he?" I asked in a panic.

"No. He just left." Brian answered. "Look Monica. Should I be worried?"

"No." I said quickly. The last thing we needed was him calling the cops. "Which way did he go when he left?"

"If I have nothing to worry about then why are you so adamant about all of this?" Brian asked suddenly. Brian always was a smart one. "Should I call the cops?"

"No Brian. Everything is fine. I just need to find him because something happened to our uncle. That's all. Which way did he go when he left?" I noticed Uncle Randy look into the mirror at me with a lifted brow and I shrugged with a silent laugh.

"He left the parking lot going left, toward the mall." Brian answered.

I made an excuse to get off the phone and then told them all what he had told me. Mom was silent, perhaps thinking or perhaps panicking. Uncle Randy was cursing and becoming more and more angry by the second and Kim had begun to cry in the seat next to me. Brandon was slipping through our fingers. He was about to do something extreme and we couldn't seem to stop our world from spiraling out of control.

"Randy." Mom said softly and I swear I heard hope in her voice. "Turn here." 

Uncle Randy didn't argue. We turned toward the mall and Randy followed her directions until we came to a run down apartment building near the rail tracks that separated the nice side of town from the sleazy side of town. In high school I had a boyfriend who lived in that part of town. I had loved him, I think, but he left for the military when I left for college and I knew I didn't want to be an army wife. He was the only man who I ever loved as much as I realized I loved Brandon now. Strange how being in a part of town could bring back memories like that.

"Why are we here honey?" Randy asked Mom.

"....Tom liked to role play." Mom said in a whisper, trying to hide I think. "He has a apartment here. He plays that he is a good for nothing drunk. I come into the house and we...." She looked out the window and whispered. "He wanted me to call him Donny and pretend I was some good for nothing tramp who would jump into bed with a loser and cheat on my husband. He....acted like he was....my savior. Would always protect me.....and that I wanted nothing more then him....but he would always made me scream that he was nothing compared to my amazing husband."

And from where I sat in the backseat I could see Randy was tense and in the mirror I could see his jaw was clenched. I understood what I thought he did as well. My father was happy with just taking his wife and moving on with their lives. He had build a whole identity that had only one purpose. To embarrass, humiliate and tarnish the memory of what she and Randy had shared. "He won....why couldn't he just leave it alone?"

"Because he couldn't ever let me forget." Mom answered.

"Why would Brandon know about this place?" Kim asked from next to me. 

There was something about Mom's tone when she answered that chilled both of us and we drew closer to each other. "Brandon told me years ago that Tom used to bring him here. He would tell him that he was his father and that Brandon was worthless and that he should have made me abort him."

"Acting like me." Randy hissed.

Mom nodded and said in a hushed tone. "I didn't want to believe it. That was cruel even for Tom, but now I think I believe it."

We all sat in silence as he began to drive through the parking lot of the apartments where mom told him to. It was Kim who broke the silence and she said something I don't think I will ever forget. "Randy?"

"Yes sweety?" Randy asked softly, but I could still see the pain on his face and the haunted expression in his eyes, and I knew Kim could too.

"I wanted to thank you." Kim looked up into the mirror and I saw Randy's starling blue eyes look up at her in the mirror. The same eyes as Brandon. He looked like he was going to ask her why she wanted to thank him when she whispered. "I....was never as confident as Monica. We were popular sure, because of her but I never felt like I was beloved like she did."

"Boys would talk to us because they wanted to get to her. I was never the most street smart girl and boys always talked me into sleeping with them. Every time this would happen they would all tell me they were falling in love with me. That they wanted to be with me and me alone. That I was special and beautiful and like a idiot I fell for it every time."

Kim was crying softly now and looking down at her hands. I stared at her opened mouthed. I had heard rumors, but never believed them until now. "I slept with all of them and some of them used it and got me to do horrible things with them. Them, their friends, their brothers....even a few of their dads and then eventually they would just stop calling me."

I squeezed Kim's hand when she finished and she laid her head on my shoulder. Randy lifted a brow in the mirror and asked. "And your thanking me for that?"

"...No, I am thanking you for overcoming everything you did and giving us Brandon." Kim whispered. "You did something Tom could never do, you gave me a man who will never hurt me like other boys would. Brandon will never pass me around to his friends and laugh at me. He loves me. He will never fail me. Thank you so much for Brandon."

"You love him that much?" Randy asked. "But you guys have only been doing this a few months and from what I understand you three only started to really see each other without the masks tonight."

"I can't explain it." Kim said with a shrug. "I shouldn't feel like I do. I shouldn't love him as much as I do."




Choices Ch. 05



"But you do." I said with a smile and nodded. "I feel the same way baby. About you and him."

"Ohhh....baby." Kim whimpered and pulled me by the shoulders to her. She pressed her body into mine and kissed me deeply. She didn't seem to care that my mother and uncle were in the front seats as she slipped her tongue between my lips. I whimpered into her lips and returned her kiss with as much need and passion. 

"Girls." Mom said but we didn't stop. Kim tilted her head to the side and our kiss became that much more passionate. I felt my stomach begin to knot up and even with the people in the car I began to feel the heat burning between my thighs. "Girls." Mom said again but we were lost in each other. We never tried to strip each other, but didn't stop kissing. 

"GIRLS!" Randy yelled and both of us broke suddenly blushing. We looked at him but the car had stopped and he was staring ahead. So was my mother. Sitting next to my father's Volvo S60 was Brandon's 72 Camaro and the drivers door was standing open.

"He's here." Mom said and threw the door open. Randy had time to park, barely, before mom jumped out. Kim threw the sliding door of the van open and jumped out. She had to stop and grab the side of the van as another wave of dizziness seemed to hit her. I jumped out and grabbed Kim to keep her stable and then the three of us followed mom as she led us to the apartment. 

When we got to the apartment she looked up the two flights of stairs to the third floor and nodded. "He's up there."

"I....can't make it up those." Kim said suddenly and began to cry. "Please Monnie. Go and get our man. Please don't' let him leave us." She was almost hysterical now that she realized she couldn't go. Now that I understood why she needed him so much and I wasn't going to let her down.

"Don't worry baby. I will get him." I promised and the three of us climbed the stairs. I noticed right away that most of the apartments in this block were empty. When we reached the top of the stairs on the third floor the door only apartment on this floor had it's door open a little bit. 

We pushed the door open and the inside of the apartment was a mess. Hanging on the wall next to the door was the vest of a car salesman and Randy clenched his jaw. Just another example of the taunting Tom would put my mother through. Dressing up like Randy would for work at the dealership.

Part me of didn't believe that Tom would do this, taunt mom and uncle Randy like this but another part of me realized that there was a lot to dad over the years that I didn't know. The living room was a mess with overturned furniture and obvious signs of a struggle.

We all cross through the house until we came to the bedroom and found dad on the bed looking up at another man who stood at the foot of the bed. His eyes were filled with fear and his lip was busted open. He was staring at the massive man before him. Brandon stood in front of him in only a pair of jeans and his boots. The laces on his boots were done in a hurry and had missed a few rings. His muscular back was exposed and the ink that crossed his upper back and shoulders was on display. He was staring down at my father and pointed a silver handgun at him. 

Brandon had no idea we were here and my father was so focused on him that he didn't notice us at first. "Brandon, listen to me son. I made a mistake I never meant to hurt you or your friend."

"SHUT UP!" Brandon screamed. "I am not your son! I know the whole truth now. Uncle Randy. Mom. How I came to be. And why you have treated me like you have my whole life!"

"Of course they told you!" Tom sneered and then flinched back from something he saw in Brandon's eyes. "I am sorry Brandon...."

"I was just a child!" Brandon snapped cutting him off. "You hurt me so much Tom! Why?! I was just a child!"

"You were a constant reminder of how your mother hurt me!" Tom said desperately. 

"I was a innocent child Tom." Brandon repeated and we all heard the gun hammer pull back. "You won't ever hurt anyone again. You took away one of the only women I have ever loved. You will pay for that."

"I always felt horrible after those things would happen Brandon!" Tom cried and held his hands up. "You are my son Brandon. I raised you. You should blame your mother."

"How dare you!" Randy screamed and Brandon spun around and held the gun nervously. Randy came forward and Brandon held the pistol tighter, but Randy was focused on Tom. "How dare you blame Jenny. All she ever wanted was someone to be gentle with her and when you found out she wanted me to be her first you damn near raped her on her wedding night!"

"Get out of my house!" Tom screamed when he saw Randy, his eyes almost bulging out of his head. "You're the cause of all of this. You perverted my wife and fattened her with your dirty seed.!"

Before Brandon could do anything about what was said I heard mom yell out. "You good for nothing prick! You knew how I felt and you took what you wanted from me and laughed. You remember that? Telling me how it could never be special with Randy? Now it would always be yours? Randy loved me and cared for me and was always gentle. Randell always made love to me!"

"Shut your mouth you dirty slut." Tom snapped and Brandon had heard enough.

He turned suddenly and slammed the pistol across Tom's face. Blood exploded from his lip and he grabbed his face. Brandon aimed the weapon and snarled. "You took Kim from me. You have insulted my parents for the last time."

"Kim's alive!" I yelled out suddenly and Brandon turned to look at me. "Baby she's alive!" 

Brandon may have calmed down but when my father heard me call him baby he let out a bull like snarl and lunged at him. Brandon still wasn't using his left arm, but the right arm shot out and slammed the weapon across his head again. My father collapsed at his feet breathing hard and whimpering. We could all do nothing but watch as Brandon took aim at the defenseless man at his feet. "Goodbye Tom. I'll see you in hell."

Just before Brandon pulled the trigger we all heard someone else yell from behind me in the doorway to the bedroom. "Brandon! Baby don't!" 

Brandon turned and saw Kim standing in the doorway and leaning on the door frame. She had climbed the stairs alone, risking falling down them just to be with him. I found a whole new respect for the woman I loved at that moment. Brandon and Kim locked eyes and Kim whispered. "If you do that...you go to prison baby. And....we lose you."

"....Kim?" Brandon whispered, tears now running down his face. "Baby your safe. Kim he has to pay."

"He's not worth you." Kim said firmly and lifted her arm and showed her the healing tattoo on the inside of her arm. "One half of the heart Brandon. You belong to us. You do not have our permission to take your life away from us." And then she whispered with her whole heart in her voice. "....Will you show your girls how little you care....and leave us for your own revenge.....or will you chose us Brandon?"

I crossed the room to Kim and slid my arm around her side. She leaned her head into my breast and we both stared at Brandon. "Us or him baby. Make your choice. What is more important to you? Forever in a prison cell for your own revenge....or forever with your girls? Chose Brandon. Make your final Choice."

We could see Brandon struggle with it and when he leveled the weapon at Tom again I swear I could see my father wet his pants and begin to beg incoherently. "Why can't we have both? Be careful and just hide the body?"

"We could." I heard Kim said and my eyes widened. "If that's what you really want Brandon, but stop for a moment and think about if, just IF, you get caught. One weak moment, one missed piece of evidence. What matters more?"

"Chose love son." Randy whispered.

"Don't abandoned them baby." Mom said softly. "They need you."

We watched as Brandon let out a grief filled cry and handed the gun to our mom. Our man crossed the room to us and we collapsed into his side. First he kissed me and then he kissed Kim. I heard him whisper into her lips. "You're okay?"

Before Kim could answer I heard my father say. "He will leave you regardless little slut." To Kim with a snarl. "He held me at gun point. He is going to prison."

"No. He didn't." Mom said firmly and then smiled. "We found him before he could get here. We took him back to the house and we all stayed there all night. Didn't we guys?"

"That's right." Randy said with a nod.

"We made love." Kim whispered and looked up into Brandon's eyes. 

I heard Tom made strangling sounds but mom added. "And you tried to make up this story to pass the blame for your attack on him and his girlfriend."

Brandon unwound himself from us again and crouched down next to Tom. He reached out, grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his face around to look at him. "Disappear Tom. Send Mom divorce papers through the mail."

"You get the house, which you can move back into once I am gone." Mom said firmly. "And I will leave half of everything else."

"I think I have proven I can finish this Tom." Brandon snarled. "Don't make me. Mom, Randy, Monica and Kim are all off limits."

Brandon tossed his head back down and then returned to us. The five of us walked from the apartment and with Brandon and I helping Kim made it back downstairs without a problem. Randy dropped us off back at the house and then took Mom back to the hotel. He called it their present to us. Once we got Kim upstairs I took Brandon into the bathroom and took a look at his shoulder. It was dislocated.

Years of football however taught him a trick. He grabbed the door frame, yanked himself forward and slammed his shoulder into the door frame. With a audible pop his shoulder snapped back into place. As this happened he let out a scream and then collapsed to his knees. I had some pain killers left over from when I had my wisdom teeth taken out and gave him two of them. After he had taken them I suddenly hugged him tight to me.

"What's this about sis?" Brandon asked.

I stiffened and looked into his eyes to show him how badly it hurt me now when he called me that. He smiled a bit and reached out. He touched my chest and then I smiled. "Yes, please don't call me that. I am Monica now. Monnie. Or baby and Brandon....."

"Yes baby." He said, as if testing it again on his tongue which made me smile.

"....please don't do that again." I pleaded and threw my arms around his neck. "I thought I was going to lose you."

For a moment Brandon did nothing but hold me. When he finally broke away he looked into my eyes and reached up to cup my face in his big hand. "Monnie, you can't lose me. I am not my father. This is not a mistake. I was not pressured into this. I want you. I want this. I want Kim. We are together now."

I knew that Kim wanted him as well right now but she was giving us a few minutes alone. When he admitted that he wasn't Randy and wasn't going to let this go I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close to me. After a moment of just holding each other he stood up and to my surprise, because of his shoulder he picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. 

Kim was sitting on his bed looking down at the floor. When we walked into the room and he set me down on the bed next to Kim she smiled and looked up. One by one he asked us to stand and gently, lovingly pulled our shirts off, unbuttoned our jeans and slid down our jeans and panties. Leaving us both naked.

He looked at us to decide which one of us was to do the same to him and to no one's surprise Kim and I reached out together. She unbuttoned his jeans and I unzipped them. She grabbed one side and I grabbed the other and together we slid down his jeans and boxers until he was as naked as we were. 

I slid back onto his bed and laid down by the wall. Brandon slid in next to me and Kim laid down on the other side of him. Together we laid there in silence until Brandon's deep breathing announced he was either asleep or very close to it. I reached down to wrap my fingers around his limp cock and found my fingertips touching another set of fingers. 

Kim and I looked over at each other and we both smiled. "You have the same idea I did?" I asked. 

"That we almost lost him tonight and he doesn't get to go to bed until he shows us both he loves us?" Kim asked with a giggle.

"What do you say we wake him up baby?" I asked and interlocked our fingers over his cock.

"Why don't we wake him up with our screams?" Kim asked with a wicked twinkle in her eyes.

I was just about to ask what she meant when she slid weightlessly over his body. She slid down my body and my stomach jumped from the way her hair tickled across my stomach and sides. Then I felt her full, soft lips touch the curve of my pussy lips. Then I felt her tongue wiggle between them and let out a soft, whispering moan. "....Kim baby...."

Kim stopped and looked up at me, licking her lips. "Yes my love?"

My whole body was shaking now. I had never liked the idea of being with another girl. Until tonight I had never touched another woman but I heard a voice that I recognized as my own plead. "Please lick me baby? I want it. I need it"

Kim didn't say anything. She just looked at me and I swear I saw a single tear drop down her eye and then she lowered her head and all I could see was the top of her brown hair. I felt her tongue slide over the curve of the lips running up and down. Sliding over the hood covering my clit. My breathing was coming faster now, but not yet labored. Not the screams we both wanted, but a constant whimpering moan. Kim wasn't nearly as good at this as Brandon was, but I loved her for trying.

Our man shifted in his sleep and began to snore, very gently. He rolled onto Kim's side a bit more and allowed me to part my thighs just a bit wider. Kim took this as a open invitation, which was how I meant it and pushed that little pink tongue deeper into my slit. It pushed between the folds until I felt it begin to invade my pussy. My whole body jumped as if a shock had gone through it. 

"Oh....that felt good baby." I whimpered.

She took the statement and repeated the motion. The tiny pink tongue pushed between the folds and slid as deeply as she could push it into my tight little opening. Like before it felt like a electric shock ran through my body. My body jumped and I let out a squeaked moan. 

"Kim baby....i think you found something interesting." I panted. My hand came down and began to run through her long brown hair. Every now and then I would tighten my grip on her hair playfully and I could hear and feel her whimper into my pussy. 

Kim's movements became more forceful. The same motion repeated over and over again with each time adding a bit more force to it. After a few moments it felt like her tongue was driving in and out of my opening. Brandon began to stir more and more as my movements became erratic and my voice was coming in gasping moans. 

I neared coming when the bed shifted and Brandon rolled over. I bit my lip and looked over at him, about to beg him to fuck me, but his eyes were closed. He I leaned my head back and focused on the feeling of my girl's tongue working me toward orgasm. My body was becoming a constant spasm as I began to shake on the bed and then something happened that both stopped my orgasm dead and sent me to the edge of exploding at the same time.

"What are my girls doing?" Whispered a strong male voice directly into my ear.

My body tensed and my eyes shot to Brandon's face. Brandon was facing me, his beautiful blue eyes drinking in my face. His hand was bracing his head and the other hand was down in Kim's hair. Her eyes were filled with adoration and locked on him. She continued to work that tongue as masterfully as she could and my breathing was coming in moaned gasps. I was so close. "Sealing our commitment to each other." I breathed.

"Do you need my help?" Brandon asked in a little whisper and then I felt the hand that had been on Kim's head running back and forth across my stomach. My body began to jump and Kim began to lick a little harder, trying to get a little deeper. "Kim baby, lick up to her clit and suck hard."

"....Oh god Brandon no...." I whimpered but it was too late. Kim slid her tongue up my lips, found my clit and locked her lips around it. She began to suck and my eyes snapped open wide. I grabbed one handful of the sheets and the other in Kim's hair. "Oh GOD! Yes baby! More!"

"Do it baby." Brandon egged me on. He leaned forward, took my earlobe in his mouth and then whispered. "Do it Monnie. Seal this."

"Seal this?" I gasped, my whole body was shaking now and I knew I should have orgasmed already, but something was holding me back. Brandon pulled back and I stared into his eyes. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"Seal it Monnie." Brandon repeated. "You started this. On the couch downstairs, cumming all over your hand."

I blushed but nodded and he continued. "Then at the party. When you came all over my cock." 

My body was shaking to the point where it looked like my stomach was doing crunches. It was spasming constantly. My mouth was open constantly and I couldn't talk. I could only moan. 

"You started this. Now, cum on the mouth of your girlfriend." Brandon commanded and my whole body went rigid locked in orgasm that still didn't come. Kim lifted her face and said in unison with Brandon. 

"Mark me. Claim me." Both voices said the same thing about marking her, claiming her but in two different ways. Brandon's was a command but Kim's was a whimpered plea. Kim was begging for it. 

That was it. That was the moment it seemed I was waiting for. I reached down and grabbed Kim by the hair with both hands and hissed. "Show me you are mine." I snarled. "Make me cum Kim. Make me cum all over that pretty face. Make me cum now baby!" 

My tone was a command and to my surprise Kim whimpered in submission and began to assault my pussy like I always hoped Brandon would have someday. She went after my pussy with a animal like hunger that shocked me. "OHHHHHHHHHHH! GGGOOOOOODDDDDDD!" I wailed and came.

I pulled her tighter to my pussy and exploded spraying her mouth, chin and cheeks with my warm fluids. Once I came down I looked over at Brandon, but he was staring at Kim who was looking up at him Demurely. 

"Kim." He commanded and a shiver went down my spine. He was so strong. "It's your turn now."

Neither of us really understood, even years later, why he took control like he did. Why we let him do it or why he decided to do it. It just felt natural, considering what we were doing at that precise moment. 

"My turn?" Kim whispered in that subdued tone.

"You came into my room and took control. You rode me Kim. You tried to re roll me over." Brandon whispered. "You tried to take control again when you came and saw me at my shop. You have me. You have focused on me. Now, claim Monica."

"Claim Monica?" Kim stammered.

"Do you love only me?" Brandon demanded. "Or do you love her?"

"My Monnie!" Kim whispered a hurt edge in her voice.

"Whose?" Brandon hissed.

"MINE!" Kim said firmly and began to slid up my body. I felt her take my face between her hands and I felt myself drawing beneath her will. "Your mine."

".....Yours." I whispered unsure. "Yes I am." I did love her, but something about her trying to claim me made me unsure, still I could feel the secret longing. 

"No." Kim snapped. "You are mine. Say it Monica. Who do you belong to?"

The force of her demand took me by surprise and I felt myself submit to a woman I had felt dominate over less then three minutes before. I whimpered and leaned into her touch, needing to be touched by this woman suddenly. "Yours. I belong to you." 

"Whose?" Brandon snarled in that completely dominate way of his.

"Kim's." I whimpered. "I belong to Kim. Kim and you." 




Choices Ch. 05



"And what do you want?" Brandon asked.

I didn't want to say it. I didn't want to do it, but I couldn't stop myself. My entire life I had never gone down on a woman. Had never wanted to go down on a woman. The very thought had disgusted me, but now I heard myself whisper. "Baby let me taste you. My tongue aches to taste you." And I knew, without disgust, that it was true.

"I don't think she wants it baby." Brandon said to Kim. "Tell her no."

I felt a sudden panic at these words. "No.....please Kim. Please." I begged and looked into the beautiful golden brown eyes of the woman staring at me. Kim's expression was tender now, shocked but tender. Her heart was in her eyes. This was a look I had only seen her focus on Brandon and now it's devastating effects were on me. This only made me need this more. "Please baby.....please let me. I need to taste you. Kim will you claim me."

"You are mine." Kim said tenderly and began to guide my body down as she laid on her side with her back pressed to Brandon. "Monnie. Get down there and lick my pussy."

"Oh god." I moaned and actually slid down her stomach. I had never been this close to a pussy before. I had tasted mine a few times just out of curiosity but as I laid there on my side and looked at the tight lips of my Kim I felt something I had never felt. Her lips were moist and beginning to part in sexual need and desire. I understood what men saw when they looked at a woman they cared deeply for now. This was for me. The desire, the way the lips were parting with a expectation to be touched, caressed, licked and rubbed was all focused at me. 

"Don't be afraid my life." I heard Kim whisper and I let out a little whimper. I looked up and found the faces of the two people I cared most about in this world looking down at me. The pair of eyes one blue and one golden brown watched with smiles. Kim had her back pressed against Brandon's bare chest and her head laid next to his own. 

I leaned forward and gave a experimental lick across the smooth lips. Kim jumped a bit and giggled. She said something about that tickling but I was too focused now. That first lick didn't taste bad at all. Kim had a berry like flavor to her. I slid my tongue up the length of those pouting lips and then back down. I felt her tense and heard her breathy moan as I pushed my tongue deep into her velvet opening. 

As I began to slid my tongue in and out I realized the angle was to extreme and grabbed her hips. Gently I pulled until she slid her sides away from Brandon. When she was on her back I lowered my head and again drove my tongue inside her. From this angle I was finally able to get fully inside. I felt Kim begin to scoot around the bed beneath me and felt her fingers in my hair. 

"That's it baby." Kim panted. "Make me cum baby. Make me cum."

I wasn't about to let this woman down. My tongue slid up the length of those lips until I came to that little nub and began to suck. I flicked my tongue over her clit until her body became one constant vibration on the bed above me. I looked up and saw Brandon wasn't touching her. This was about us, and I loved him for that. Kim's hands were cupping her small breasts and squeezing her nipples.

Kim's back began to rise and fall on the bed and her breathing was coming in ragged pants. She grabbed my hair and I felt myself getting shoved deeper into her pussy and suck all the more franticly on her clit. With a wailing scream, Kim exploded and I felt the warmth of her orgasm flush over my lips, nose and chin.

When I came up and looked at her she was staring at me. Something strange happened at that moment. Brandon didn't exist for a split second. It was only the two of us. She leaned up and kissed me like she had never kissed me before. The next thing I knew the two of us were crying and holding each other. Brandon knew what he had been doing. This had always been about him, with a faint echo into her and I, but now it felt different. Life without Kim suddenly felt like it would be empty. 

"Yours." Kim said breathlessly into my lips and I nodded then she whispered. "Mine."

"Oh god yes." I nodded fast and hard. "Yes baby yours. All yours."

Brandon seemed like he was trying to slide away when I grabbed his wrist. "Where do you think your going?" I asked.

"You two seem like you could use some alone time." Brandon told me with a little smile touching the corners of his lips.

"No you don't." Kim added and grabbed his other wrist to pull him fully back on the bed.

"You did something special for us Brandon." I whispered reverently. "Now it's your turn."

"My turn?" Brandon asked with a lifted brow.

Kim and I looked at one another and I knew then that we were thinking the same thing. I looked up at Brandon and nodded. "It's time for you to give up control." I told him and saw the unsure look in his eyes. "It's time for you to let us claim you now."

Brandon looked unsure but he nodded and Kim and I lowered our heads together toward his lap. "Would you like to start baby?" I asked Kim, but licked my lips.

Kim didn't answer, she just lowered her head and at the same time pulled my head town with her head. I giggled as our tongues found his growing length at the same time. Then something special happened. Kim and I looked at one another on either side of Brandon's growing cock and we both suddenly went nuts. We began to lick hard and fast. One of us would lick up and down the shaft while the other's head shot up and began to bob up and down that length. 

I would take that cock into my throat, and Kim would try and do the same and choke. All the while we both stared up at Brandon and every time he would reach down and grab one length of hair or the other, then the other would slap his hand away.

Once he was fully hard I took it into my throat one final time and then slid up his body. Kim moved around between his legs and I felt her hair on my back as I pushed myself down on the head. When that large cock finally slid into my tight pussy I began to work myself up and down using only my hips and thighs. 

Kim came up to kneel between his legs and I felt her bare breasts on my back. Her nipples as hard as little diamonds in my back. She began to kiss the back of my neck and shoulders, her hands coming around to cup my breasts as I rode Brandon.

The moment was perfect. The only sound in the room was the wet sound of my pussy sliding up and down his cock. His pleasure little growls and my gentle moans. One hand was on his chest and the other was up and around Kim's head. Brandon's hands were on my hips and every now and then he would shift, trying to roll me over but Kim and I together would stop him. 

Brandon's eyes were a little wild at the loss of control, but I could see something under that. A building realization. The same one I thought that passed between Kim and myself less then an hour before. Anyone can have sex. Anyone can make love, but if you can take the time to truly be claimed by another person the way we did, There is no better feeling in the world.

Between my two great loves I began to bounce more frantically and felt that building tension in my stomach. It build higher and higher and the sounds of my rapturous cries filled the room. With a scream I threw my head back and flooded Brandon's lap with my cum. I felt Brandon begin to swell and wanted nothing more then to ride him until he exploded inside my silky depths but I knew we weren't done yet.

I slid off and changed places with Kim. I held Kim close as she had me as she put herself above Brandon's body. My full breasts pressed into her spine and I reached around and cupped those little breasts. Unlike her, I began to roll her diamond like nipples between my fingers. Kim let out a squeal that was a mixture of pain and pleasure when Brandon finally got worked fully into her tight pussy. 

Unlike me, who rode with my thighs and hips, Kim rode with only her hips. She pushed herself back and forth instead of up and down. This dragged her clit across Brandon's pelvic bone. Brandon held her tiny hips and stared up at us as she rode back and forth across his huge cock. 

Again the silence of the room showed me how special this was. The wet sounds of Kim's pussy being stretched were matched with Kim's panting squeals, my god she was a screamer, I thought to myself and with Brandon's growling moans. It was like something out of a fairy tale, it was prefect.

Kim didn't last long. Her hips became a blur of motion in front of me and with a screaming wail she came hard on his lap but unlike me her hips never stopped. She continued to let out those screams as she rode him for all she was worth. Both of us were staring down at him as he laid there with his mouth open watching us. 

"....I'm going to cum." Brandon announced in a moaned whisper.

Kim jumped off his lap and scrambled down next me. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and Kim above me. Together we stroked the entire length of his cock up and down staring up at him. I will never forget the look in his eyes that night. Scared to death, so vulnerable and yet so completely devoted. So scared to let go and be loved, Kim and I would work for the length of our lives to make sure that look never showed up again.

"Cum baby." I whispered as we stroked. "Let's finish this. Let's start our new life."

"Mark us." Kim added and we both lowered our faces to his cock. 

I knew that Kim had never let a man cum on her face. She told me it felt like she as degrading herself. I felt the same way but now as we waited for Brandon to explode and listened to the sound of him moaning in ecstasy I think we both realized this was why we never did. This was something we would give to him. Something that would bind us all together.

With a roar Brandon let out volley after volley of thick streams of his seed. They hit first my face and then Kim's and I heard Kim exploded in her own orgasm when the warm fluid splashed across her face. To my surprise, so did I. 

After the three of us came down Brandon watched as the two of us licked the cum from each other's faces and then looked down at him. We all saw it then. I didn't see Brandon and Kim, and I don't think they saw me either. We all just saw our future. 

"I love you" I whispered to my brother and my girlfriend.

"I love you." Kim whispered to Brandon and me.

Brandon waited until we laid down on each side of him and snuggled in tight to his sides. "I love you." He whispered finally. "I'm not scared anymore." He added.

Kim and I looked across his broad muscled chest and we each smiled. We weren't scared any more either. Whatever this was. Whatever we had just done. It worked. 

-Epilogue-

It's been four years since that year. Brandon, Kim and I all laid there and found true happiness on May 1st. This was the best and worse year of my life. I found true love in the arms of Brandon and Kim and came very close to losing my brother more then once. 

I changed my name legally to Summers and the three of us moved to a little town on the edge of California. It is Paradise being here with them. Mom left Dad, just like she promised and moved in with Uncle Randy and Aunt Catherine. To the best of my knowledge the two of them never sexually reconnected, but that may be for the best. Mom is happy and Uncle Randy gets to make up for all the years he lost with his baby sister. He does always tell us though, that he will never fully see her that way. She was his lover and a part of him loves her that way still, but there relationship had been a mistake. Done for the wrong reason's.

Dad filed for divorce by mail. He cited irreconcilable differences. Mom kept her word. She gave him the house, half the money in the bank and one of the family cars. He never calls any of them except me and ignores any talk of Mom or Brandon or Kim. I know you are all asking why I would even talk to him after all of this....but he is my daddy. I hate some of the things he has done, but he is still my father.

For me, Brandon didn't press charges. Kim never did either. We just let him move on with his life. Sending my father to jail would have only hurt me. Last we heard Thomas Jenson was getting remarried and made no mention of his first wife and the son he had abused for years. 

Brandon and Kim got legally married a year after that night we claimed each other. We videotaped the ceremony and then repeated it in secret. Kim served as our preacher. One year after the night we all claimed each other, Brandon and I were married. The only people at mine and Brandon's wedding were the three of us, Uncle Randy, Mom and Aunt Catherine. We each wear two rings on our ring fingers. One for each of our spouses. 

Brandon and I have one child together. She is 3 years old. We named her Jennifer Brandi Jenson in honor of our mother and the courage she had to go after love no matter the cost, an act that we believe led us to each other. My mother is my hero for having the nerve to do what she did and in her own way show me the most valuable lesson of my life. 

Kim and Brandon have two kids together as well. Two boys named Trent and Jason. They are the most beautiful boys. They have their daddy's blue eyes and their mommas brown hair. They have Brandon's laugh and Kim's beautiful smile. 

Kim works at the hospital as a nurse and I work got a job in marketing for a women's magazine. I write tips for women who have fallen in love with a man they feel they shouldn't love. Brandon gave his shop back home to Brian and opened a new one in town. 

As far as the public thinks I am Monica Summers, sister of Kimberly Jenson. I am a life long bachelorette who wears the two rings of her deceased husband. My sister and her husband help me raise my daughter. We are very careful and keep what we are from public eye, but sooner or later they will know. Sooner or later our children will have to be told.

Sooner or later they will have to be told that I am Monica Jenson, Sister of Brandon Jenson and I am married to my brother and in marital bliss. Told that Brandon is my daughter's father and that Kim is not only his wife, but my own as well. 

When we do tell them we will tell them all that they are not expected to make our choices, in fact they are encouraged not to. However if they do make the same choices we did, we will support them. Brandon, Kim and I are all of the same understanding. Be it a friend from high school, your college sweetheart, a guy you find in a bar or your own brother. 

You cannot help who you fall in love with. In the end we all made our choices. We regret none of them because we understand something that the rest of the world doesn't. At the end of the day we understand the lesson that my mother knew, True Love is Blind.

Love,
Monica, Brandon and Kimberly. 
Choices 101

This is the end of the story of how Monica, Kim and Brandon began their relationship. It is the end of this story, but not the end of their story. So, you may see more around these three coming soon, how soon I don't know, but I have a feeling we will come back around to these people more often then not. This story is very special to us.



Choices Ch. 05



 Hello everyone. Here is Chapter Five of Choices. I certainly hope you enjoyed the previous chapters. Thank you for continuing to read this story. 

Thanks to my friend Jim for simply being there and offering to listen and help when I call. Also for beta reading for me. 

It is self-edited, so any mistakes are my own. But please don't let any errors you may find distract from the story. Also, this story can fit under multiple categories, so please simply read it for enjoyment and try not to stress over the category.

Please read and comment. Your thoughts are welcomed and I really want to know what you think. So now, on to the story "Choices, Chapter 5". 

Chapter 5

Tom lay in his bed feeling guilty. He blamed Stephen for hurting Terri, but in all honesty what happened in their marriage wasn't his business. Then his mind drifted to earlier tonight and how bold Terri became once she drank.



He recalled how aggressive she was their first time over a year ago. He wasn't negating the fact that Stephen was wrong for trying to maintain two households. He was truly an idiot, making a boneheaded choice like that. However, he, Tom, slept with his brother's wife. What did his actions say about him?



The first time he was with her, he could ask for forgiveness and maybe Stephen would forgive him, but the time after, was all him. But he wasn't alone Terri was a willing participant. 



Stephen took his wife for granted, which led her to seek satisfaction elsewhere. He didn't satisfy her and made her to talk and she, in a drunken stupor, talked to Tom about it. She was very horny, very lonely, and very bored and it showed. But these facts didn't excuse or justify his actions. He owed his brother an apology and prayed that once he confessed the truth that Stephen could forgive him.



Meanwhile back at the flat, Charlotte lead Terri to their bedroom where they both undressed each other swiftly. This time Charlotte was dominant one pushing Terri to the bed. 



Lottie pulled Terri's thighs apart knelt down to scent her shave pussy, which was so very wet. Charlotte dropped to her knees, pulling her pussy lips open and watched her pussy juices running out down into the crack of her ass. 



Terri cried out as Lottie started to finger her pussy, then she proceeded to lick her deep inside. It made Lottie both very hot and horny knowing Terri was so close to cumming hard. Lottie stopped, and Terri pleaded. 



"Please, Lottie, don't stop. I need. Please, I need. " she pleaded as she wiggled uncontrollably on the bed.



Lottie loved when Terri was this close. She loved making her squirm.



"No, tonight, you're my bitch. You're my fuck toy. Understand me." Lottie hissed as she rubbed Terri's swollen pussy.



Terri was a mass of sensations, feeling, she needed Lottie inside her.



Lottie stood, "Wait, my horny little cunt. I have a surprise for you. She then went into the bathroom to take out a surprise package.





Lottie reentered the room wearing a huge purple strap on that had a clit stimulator attached.



"Spread your legs baby. Open them wide. Open your pussy lips, for me." Lottie hissed stroking the huge protrusion. Terri's cunt was drenched. Lottie moaned.



"Good girl. Tonight, I own this pussy. It's mine. Say it, Terri. Tell me who this pussy belongs to." She whispered.



Terri complied immediately. "Lottie, please. It's yours baby, yours."



Lottie took hold of a tube of KY Jelly, covering the head of the huge cock telling Terri how much she wanted her. That she was hers and tonight she would know it.



Terri was on the verge of screaming, because she her pussy was ready for that big cock to ride it.



Lottie kneeled between Terri's spread thighs, massaging her slit and dripping cunt with the thick dildo. Terri moaned in pure ecstasy. Then, Lottie she positioned her cock at Terri's opening and pushed it deep inside. She filled her in one swift motion.



Lottie had to fight to stay in control, because the clit stimulator rubbed against her own pussy. The attachment stroked her clit as she made love to her partner. With each stroke Lottie was pushed closer and closer to the edge. 



Then it happened, Terri went wild. She began to fuck Lottie with wild abandon. Lottie grabbed her hips to hold her still as she drilled her. Terri was a victim of her passion. 



"Lottie, Lottie. Fuck me." Terri creamed "Make me cum."



Lottie was so close to cumming that one more wild stroke from Terri beneath her, and she'd lose complete control and cum. Lottie pumped Terri hard, as her wild lover lay beneath her groaning, writhing, and moaning. Terri loved the feel of a thick cock being inside her.



Then it happened. Her pussy clenched the big cock, as she climaxed hard and fast, grinding the base of the strap on onto Lottie's clit, pushed Lottie over the hill. Both women fell into the abyss of pure sexual pleasure, screaming, cumming, and finally collapsing in a heap of sheer exhaustion.



Lottie rolled off her and took a moment to remove the strap-on. She and Terri then held each other. Soon they drifted off to sleep. 



"Lottie, I love you. You know that right." Terri whispered before she drifted off to sleep. 



Lottie held her close, thinking,  You love me, but you want him more. "I love you too Terri." She replied.



Terri continued, "We have to tell Tom the truth about us. He needs to know we're bisexual lovers. Don't want to lose him......." As she dozed off for the night.



Lottie knew she would go to Tom. That was a given, but it didn't diminish her pain. Watching her sleep, Lottie wondered, "What is it about you that makes so many people want you?" Soon, she too fell asleep.

.

Terri, waking from her night of sex with her bi sexual lover, Lottie, was feeling as if she had cheated on Tom. 



She talked it over with Lottie who told her that she and Tom were not yet an item. Tom had only just returned from being away over a year, and was going back to Canada in a week.

.

So she shouldn't feel that way, but if she now wanted to move on with her life away from their relationship, then she would respect her wishes. Lottie knew she would go to Tom at some point, but it didn't lessen the pain that she felt and struggled to hide.



Terri paused. Lottie was right. Tom was just visiting right now, and he was just their friend. Terri looked at her lover, her best friend, and for a brief moment saw the pain Lottie tried to hide. 



She knew that she was wrong. She was a user. Lottie deserved better than what she was giving her, but she loved Tom. If she could have a shot at a life with him, she had to take it. 



"Lottie" Terri whispered, "I'm sor-"



"Don't, don't say sorry Terri. It doesn't fix anything." Lottie took a deep breath. "We both know where we stand. We're best friends. The sex was just a bonus."



Terri felt worse because she then realized that Lottie had more to lose than she did. When Lottie came out in college, her family disowned her. 



She dated several women, and some were good, but eventually they moved on the new lives. They'd been best friends for years, and would remain so, but she didn't have the right to mess with her life like this. This realization changed things. It forced Terri to look at herself. She didn't like the callous, selfish, bitch that she saw.



Lottie really cared about her. If she left his time, she would not use her friend like this again. She would help Lottie find someone else that would love her completely.



Lottie stood and said, "I've got to get to work. So do you. We can talk more tonight." Then she left the room to hit the shower.



Terri felt odd. She decided to join her. 



"Terri, don't" Lottie whispered when she entered the bathroom. "I need time alone."



Lottie had never refused her before. She'd never turned her away. Terri was shocked. So she walked back to their bedroom and sat on the bed.



Eventually Lottie came out of the shower and found Terri sitting on the bed staring.



"Lottie, why bother with me? I hurt you every time." Terri asked.



Lottie smiled, "I don't know. Maybe I like being punished."



Terri loved Lottie. She was her best friend, her lover. The one person she could turn to when her world fell apart.



What Terri didn't realize was that she saved Lottie. Years earlier when they met in college, this small wisp of a woman gave her life purpose, meaning. That was one reason Lottie never severed their ties. 



Even when Stephen, tried to destroy their friendship during their marriage, she held fast to their friendship.



Terri reached out, putting her arms around Lottie's neck kissing her full on the lips, holding onto her and making her feel very loved. Even if it was bi sexual love, Lottie hugged her back. 



Terri decided she would be truthful, telling Tom everything. There would be no hidden secrets between them. If Tom wasn't happy with Terri being bi, then he had made his choice. She would not lose Lottie from her life. They would stay friends. 



Soon Lottie had to leave for work and Terri did her best to reassure her friend that everything would be alright.



She wanted to talk to Tom and tell him about her year that he was away, how unhappy she was.



She wanted to make him understand how important Lottie was to her. He had to understand. If they had a shot at a relationship, he needed to accept Lottie as well, but she feared he might not.



She'd give him time to think, and when he came back home for good, they could hopefully be together. 



Soon she showered and headed to her job at the restaurant.



Tom woke up the next morning knowing what he needed to do. He had to call Stephen. Part of the reason he refused to stay with him, was he didn't want to admit his wrongdoing. 



It was early and he knew Stephen was at his mom's house with April and Isis. Tom could see how his brother felt about that girl. She was at least ten years younger than him, but she was nobody's fool. 



Stephen couldn't fool her. He did once and she cut him loose. Tom didn't know if April would give his brother a second chance, but he hoped that one day she might. Stephen was a great guy. He just got cocky and made some dumb decisions.



He'd call him later and see if they could have lunch together. At least he could then start to try and make things right.



Tom showered dressed and recalled the adventures he'd shared with his two friends the night before. Anyone with eyes could see that the two women were lovers, but he wanted Terri. 



Despite everything that had happened, Terri was his heart. He didn't know when he fell for her exactly; he just knew he loved her. Lottie might be part of the deal. He didn't know how he felt about that.



Around ten thirty, Tom called his brother. Stephen's face lit up when he saw Tom's number on the caller Id on his phone. He was hoping they could at least hang out during his visit.



"Hey Tom," Stephen answered enthusiastically. "What are you up to today? Want to grab lunch or something?"



Tom smiled, despite everything he loved his brother. Yea he had his annoying points but he was still his brother.



"Yea, Stephen, that's why I called. I want to get together for lunch today. We can catch up." Tom replied



Smiling Stephens replied, "Great, can you meet me at Subway at noon?" he asked.



"Sure, Tom replied. See you then. Hey, has April, Edith, and the baby left yet"? Tom asked.



"No, not yet. But they are about to pull out." Stephen replied.



"Well say good bye and tell them to drive safely for me," Tom told him.



Tom's concern for April, her mother, and his daughter made Stephen smile even more. 



"I'll tell them." He promised. "See you at noon." Then he hung up.



"Who was on the phone?" April asked, not that she was concerned, just curious.



"Just Tom, he wanted me to tell you two to drive safely." he replied pleased that she'd asked him about the call. It showed him that a part of her still held on to him. One day he'd earn back her trust and they could be a family. 

-----



Soon everyone had said their goodbyes and Edith drove off taking her daughter and granddaughter with her. April was very quiet during the drive and Edith believed she knew why.

Despite everything Stephen had done, April loved him. But she was afraid. The man cheated on his wife and used her. He deceived her and made her an unwilling participant in his treachery.

But, deep down, she believed he was inherently a good man. Last night she met his brother Tom. That guy's name came up a few times and she expected him to be a big as a giant and just as powerful. But he was genuinely a nice man.

Tom slept with Terri, and it was obvious that he wanted her back. If he could trust Terri, could she trust Stephen?

April sighed.

"Ok, little girl, tell me." Edith spoke.

"Momma, it's nothing. We..... No. it's nothing." April answered.

"He's not your father April. You shouldn't punish him for what your father did. Well, what you think he did." Edith said softly

"If I take him back, and he cheats on me Momma, what does that say about me? I'd look like a fool" closing her eyes, April tried to block the memory of that night so long ago.

"Wait, you said think." April queried. "Momma, what are you saying?"

"It's after eleven. Let's stop for lunch and we can talk." Edith explained.

They stopped a t a local Kracker Barrel in Mississippi, on their wait to Georgia for lunch. Edith took a moment to tell April about the past.

After being seated and securing Isis in one of the toddler chairs, Edith exhaled. She waited a little longer as the waitress took their order. She never thought she'd have to tell this story to her daughter, but she had too. Edith started her tale. "I know what you saw, but you don't know what caused it." 

"Jon was the perfect man. He was kind, and generous to a fault. I wanted him when I laid eyes on him. He was a hard worker and an honorable man" Edith stopped smiling as she remembered a happier time with her husband.

We went out a few times and I fell for him. I couldn't lose him. On our third date, I knew he was going to break things off with me so I seduced him. Two months later, I told him I was pregnant. The truth is I was already pregnant when I met him." Edith stopped.

April stared at her appalled. She started to speak when Edith stopped her, "please, let me finish."

"He stood by me. His family was furious that he'd gotten a white girl pregnant. My folks were furious that I'd slept with a black man. But Jon stood by me and we married. His boss let him keep his job, and I got part-time work a local store.

Six months later, I went into labor. Jon knew I lied at that point. He knew it wasn't his child, but I was his wife and he stood by me. Soon you were born and anyone could see you were not black." Edith dropped her head in shame.

April reached across the table and took her mother's hand. "Momma, it's alright." She whispered. She didn't need to hear more.

"No, it's not." Edith whispered. "I made that man a laughingstock amongst his people. I heard what they called him, but he held his head high and worked to support us. For seven years he took care of us and not one time did he ever say you were not his child"

Edith stopped once more. This was a difficult story to tell. "One day he met Mary. She was young, beautiful, and she saw in him a man of honor and integrity. She knew he was married and never once did she make an advance at him." 

Edith continued, "I met her by accident one day when I drove down to the shop to get some money from him for food. I saw this beautiful black girl smiling at my husband and I became furious. No one would take Jon from me; especially not some scraggly, little skank.

Jon looked up and saw me and a look of pure displeasure crossed his face. He walked over and asked me what I wanted. I caused a horrible scene. His boss ordered me off the premises or he could find work elsewhere." 

Edith "I saw how he looked at her. He never looked at me that way. So I called the garage and told her to come over we needed to settle this.

She was so naive that she thought we'd just talk. I sent you to your room as soon as she arrived. I called her all kinds of names. Jon came home. He told Mary to leave, but I stopped her. "Edith looked at her daughter.

"I called her mother a whore and said she was following in her footsteps.' And that's when she slapped me to the floor. " Edith exhaled a final time.

Jon stopped me from attacking her because I was wrong and when he left that night, I knew he wouldn't be back.

I was vengeful and spiteful, I told him you weren't his and to never darken our door again."

April was speechless. She could not picture her mother being so cruel, so hateful to anyone. She had to ask. "Why? Momma, why?"

"Honestly, I can't remember my reasons. And one day I need to make amends to both of them." She looked at April. 

"Stephen looks at you the way Jon looked at Mary. The man loves you. Don't throw that away based on something that happened so long ago." Edith pleaded.

"Momma, he was married. He..." April started to say.

"Yes, he was and you need to talk to him about it. If not for you then for her," she added nodding at Isis.

April nodded in agreement with her mother. "Momma, no matter what you've done I love you." The she grasped her hand across the table, as the waitress brought their ticket.

Soon the two women left the restaurant and finished their drive home to Georgia.

April resolved that when she got home, she had a phone call to make.

-----

After the women drove off, Stephen reported to work and Tom took a cab to his Mom's home. He wanted to talk to her. Ever since he was a lad when he had a problem, he could always go to Mom.

"Hey Mom" Tom greeted her with a hug as he entered her home.

"So you're meeting Stephen for lunch today, right?" Patricia asked. She already new because Stephen told her as he left for work He was excited to be having lunch with his brother.

"Yea, Mom. I've got to tell him the truth about my affair with Terri." Tom explained.

Patricia looked pensive. "Tell him some place public. He'll be less likely to knock you out. Tom, I'm proud of you. I know leaving was a hard choice, but at the time 

it was the right one. Hopefully, you and Stephen can talk, and maybe I can get my boys back."

"Now, since you're here I have a few things I need you to do." Patricia stated in her matter of fact tone.

Tom chuckled as she gave him the list of repairs she wanted him to start on. He was just finishing repairing item number four, fixing the screen door, when Patricia reminded him of his lunch with Stephen. 

So Tom trudged upstairs, freshened up, and borrowed mom's car to meet his brother for lunch.

They both arrived at the restaurant at the same time. 

They stood in line, ordered their sandwiches and drinks.

For the first time in forever, Tom was terrified. He had some news for his brother that might rip them a part, but he hoped it didn't

As soon as their order was ready, they sat down and Stephens started to speak. Tom stopped him.

"Um Stephen. I owe you an apology. I'm sorry. I need to tell you something, but I don't know how." Tom looked down at his food.  How can I tell him this. He'll hate me

Stephen sat waiting patiently. He was scared now. What is going on with Tom? Is he sick? Oh God please don't let him be sick?Stephen prayed.

"Tom, whatever it is, just tell me. You're scaring me here." Stephen implored.

"Last year, before I left, I slept with Terri. I slept with your wife." Tom blurted out.




Choices Ch. 05



Dead silence, his confession was met with dead silence and he looked up at his brother. He expected to see anger, hurt, resentment, but what he saw shocked him. Stephen was smiling.

"Is that all? I already knew that. Figured it out all by myself." Stephen looked at his brother. "Tom, you loved her. That's what happens when a man loves a woman."

"Wait, you're not angry, pissed. Come one Stephen." Tom asked incredulously. "It doesn't bother you?"

"When I first realized it happened I hated you and her. Here she was making me feel bad about April while screwing my brother, no less. And here you were my brother, slamming doors in my face. Making me feel horrid, but then you went away. I know you. You would fight to the death to protect the woman you love, and that would be the only reason you'd leave." Stephen explained.

"I was angry at first. I wanted her to accuse me of infidelity in divorce court, but Terri didn't. She even had April sitting with her and had irrefutable proof, but we both filed for a no fault divorce, splitting our assets evenly. Then she simply walked away from me.

I watched her cry for you. For months she looked so lost and lonely, then Lottie came back. 

Tom looked away. "Lottie loves her Stephen. I know how the girl feels. I don't know..."

"She doesn't deserve to be hurt like this." Tom hissed.

"Well." Stephen said, as the older sibling he was the wisest at this point. "Unless you two plan to share Terri, someone will be heartbroken. But Tom, I know you care for her. You've been gone a year. Is your love still genuine or is it the aftermath of an affair from long ago? Think about it."

"Now let's eat". And the two men enjoyed their lunch.

Tom drove back to Mom's house and finished repairs. 

When Stephen got off work April called. She wanted to let him know that they'd arrived home safely. She also asked if he could come over and visit after the holidays. Stephen smiled and told her nothing could keep him away. Then he bid her good night and they hung up.

April seemed different. Her tone, the way she spoke to him seemed softer. Something had changed. Stephen was sure nothing had but, hey a guy could dream.

-----

Lottie and Terri decided to spend a quiet evening at home. They simply lounged on the sofa and held each other close. Lottie wanted to asked where she stood, but was too afraid.

Terri wanted promise Lottie that they'd always be together, but she knew in her heart of hearts she wanted Tom. Lottie deserved so much more than this. The last thing Terri wanted to do was hurt her one true friend.

Lottie needed some space. She got off of the sofa and grabbed her jacket.

"Hey, where are you going?" Terri asked reaching for her jacket as well.

"Terri, no. I need some time. I just want to be alone for a while." Lottie explained as she walked out of the door.

Terri watched her go and her heart broke. She'd once again hurt her best friend."



 I hope you enjoyed Chapter Five of "Choices". Chapter Six has to be written and I'm working on it. Please remember to vote and comment. I really would like to know what you think. If you like the story, tell me what you liked. If you think it's horrible, tell me why. Send me a private message if your comment is extremely detailed.

Again, thanks Jim. You're the best.



Choices Ch. 06



My thanks to my editor adetaildiva. Without her this would be a poorer story. After her any errors are mine.

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"Since it's my turn for Saturday, can you be gone overnight? We'd run up to Martinsburg Saturday morning and you could meet my parents. Then we'd drive back on Sunday." Nan had called me Monday night about the next weekend.

"Give me a few minutes to discuss it with Linda. Oh, wait. Bobby's still up and I want to talk to Linda after he goes to bed. I'll call you in an hour or so."

I presented the request to Linda. "We probably won't leave there until after lunch on Sunday. I won't be able to do anything with Bobby next weekend."

"Why don't you plan a special outing Friday night?"

"We could go to Chuck E Cheese and play games together after dinner. He likes that. Meeting the parents is a big step, but Bobby comes first. I don't want him thinking that Nan is going to replace him." 

I confirmed with Nan later.

Tuesday night I decided to call Jean. "Hi. Can we talk for a while?"

"I guess. I don't know what good it'll do either of us. You aren't ready for a relationship and I can't let my daughter get close to anyone whose might just be an emotional hobo passing through my life."

"That's a pretty harsh term, don't you think? I can't be exclusive with anyone until I can say 'I love you,' and I'm just not ready to do that yet with anyone. This isn't junior high where you fall in love and out of love in the same week."

"I know that, but I've got to protect my daughter first."

"Look, I like being with you, and I want you to do the right thing. You've got to be honest with me though. You owe me that." I paused waiting for confirmation.

"Okay." I could tell she felt a trap coming on. I didn't waste time springing it.

"Suppose we only date on weekends when Josh has Rebecca. Whether you want to continue going to bed with me is optional, too, until you've figured out where this is going."

"Well --" She hesitated. I knew I had won. "That seems reasonable."

"Good! Then we're on for a week from Saturday?"

"Okay." I could hear a new tone in her voice. Was she happier now?

"I'll call you early next week and we'll firm things up. Uh-oh, no sex, er, pun intended."

Her laughter tinkled down the line. "I'll look forward to it. Thanks for calling, Jack."

"Jean, I still don't know where we're going, but I want to take time to explore the direction. I'll talk to you next week."

Friday night Linda, Bobby and I were in Chuck E Cheese. After washing down some pizza with a Coke, Bobby and I had played several games. Now he was on his own as two adults slowly became dazed by the Terminator-like activities of dozens of pre-teens trying to beat the machines.

"Linda, how is this working out for you? I know you enjoy taking care of Bobby and I really appreciate how you take care of both of us. But personally you must need other adult company to do things with and to hear more than Pentagon gossip or seven-year old playground conversation."

"Jack, I really enjoy taking care of the house and Bobby. And you've been so pleasant to live with."

"Well, your daughter was an excellent judge of character," I smiled even if it was bittersweet.

"I always liked you, but you never know how someone's going to be to live with. I mean, everybody can be nice and considerate for a few days when you're visiting, but what happens when the alarm doesn't go off or you have a really hard day at work? That's when you find out what it's like to live with somebody."

"Thank you for appreciating my finer qualities, but back to you. How are you feeling about being up here, away from the rest of your family and your old friends?"

"I was a little afraid of doing this for just that reason. The Guild at St. Francis has helped tremendously. We meet once a month and they've been very friendly. Most of them are in the same boat as me, widows or divorced and retired. There are a few trophy wives but most of them are older. Of course, you've heard me speak about Sally. She's two years younger than me. Her husband died in a light plane crash three years ago. She's just recovering."

"Several of us get together for dinner out once a week," she continued. "The plays and movies I've gone to are fun. It's been great that we discovered Katy to baby-sit when we both want to be out."

"Linda, I really, really appreciate what you're doing for Bobby and me. If you get unhappy though, please tell me. You are such a great person; I don't want you to be unhappy."

"My mother always used to say," Linda sat up straight and put on her Parent face and shook her finger. "'Only you can make yourself happy or unhappy.' Last weekend I showed you that I can make myself happy," she grinned. "I'll tell you if it becomes otherwise." 

Her eyes twinkled. I blushed and my cock twitched remembering last Saturday night.

Saturday turned out to be a beautiful fall day, wonderful for driving and enjoying the company of a sexy woman. Nan and I left about 11AM and took the back roads up near the Potomac. We stopped and strolled through some of the parkland. We stopped again in Fredrick and saw the Barbara Fritchie house. We had a leisurely lunch and finally arrived at her parent's house outside Martinsburg about 2:30.

"Jack, this is my mother, Martha Baker, and my father, James Baker."

"Pleased to meet you, ma'am and Mr. Baker."

"You look old enough. Call me Jim." 

"And please call me Martha."

I lifted Nan's overnight case and my hanging bag from the car. Nan's mother led us into the house.

"Jack, you can put Nan's case in her room, and the guest room is the next door down on the other side of the hall." Nan winked at me behind her mother's back. I'm sure the Baker's had few illusions about their daughter's virginal status, but they were old-fashioned enough to act like they did.

Jim proudly showed me his garden and his woodworking shop. "Nan tells us that you work at the Pentagon."

"Yes, sir. Just got there in May."

"You can drop the sir."

"I'm sorry. It's force of habit. First from the way my parents brought me up and now working with all those generals and colonels everyday."

"It just makes me feel old." Nan was their oldest, so Jim wasn't more than fifteen years older than me, maybe only ten. This was the first year they'd had empty-nest syndrome.

"I'll do my best, Jim."

After dinner we sat around the den. The TV was going in the background, but mostly we talked. Or, should I say, I talked as they gently grilled me. I told them about some of my experiences in Iraq and working in the Pentagon.

"I can relate to those bureaucratic snafus," Jim said with a chuckle. He had worked for the IRS now for over twenty-five years. He let me recover by telling some stories himself. "How long have you been in?"

"Just over fifteen years. I was enlisted for almost six before I got my commission."

"Jack was promoted to Major below the zone," Nan interjected. "That means he was better than 95 per cent of the officers who were commissioned the same year."

We continued to talk. About 10:30 Martha spoke up. "I've had a long day. Jim, why don't we go get ready for bed. We'll see you folks in the morning."

I stood up. Martha kissed me on the cheek and Jim shook my hand. They both hugged their daughter. When they left the room, Nan turned out most of the lights and pulled me back down on the couch. Sometime during the evening she had changed into a heavy terry cloth robe with a high-necked nightgown peeking out from underneath. I soon discovered that was all she had changed into.

We necked on the couch for a long time like two teenagers. I caressed her body over the robe for what seemed to me an eternity. Finally, I insinuated my fingers under her nightgown between her legs. I could feel where she had soaked the nightgown where she was sitting. After just a minute or two, she broke our kiss.

"You know what I need," she exclaimed softly as she pushed on my shoulders.

I knelt on the rug and feasted on the sweet nectar available. She pulled one of the throw pillows over her face to muffle her groans when she came. After resting for a short while, she returned the favor, not letting a drop escape from her lips. We parted with a kiss at her bedroom door.

The next morning we were up early for Mass at the nearby Roman Catholic parish. "What church do you attend," Martha asked on the way back.

"I was raised a Baptist, but my late wife was Episcopalian. I've continued to take Bobby to St Francis near us since we moved here."

"Martha and I always thought that it was more important to believe in something than necessarily how to believe," Jim responded.

"The old saw is that there are no atheists in a foxhole. I told my men that it helps if you aren't one before you have to dig. I always encouraged them to attend whatever service they wanted to."

Surprisingly, we got on the road again shortly after a huge brunch, which Martha fixed. "Let's drive down towards the valley for a while. Maybe down to Front Royal and back across I-66 home," Nan suggested. 

"Sure," I replied. It was another beautiful day, why not?

"You seemed to survive the third-degree pretty well?"

"It's been awhile but I've done this 10 or fifteen times since my first date at 15. And it's not like at 15 when her father had absolute say over whether his daughter was going out with a teenage boy whose hormones were raging."

"I don't make your hormones rage?"

"You do, but I can hide it better nowadays."

"Can you?" She pointed her knees toward me and began teasing her navy blue skirt upwards. The hem moved upward at an agonizingly slow pace. My eyeballs were swiveling back and forth between her legs and the road so fast I thought my eyes might burn up from friction. The hem stopped moving, leaving only about two or three inches of thigh hidden.

"Yep, you've definitely upped my hormone level."

"But not raging yet?" The hem moved upward again and the thighs split apart. 

"My hormones are afraid of causing a wreck." By now I could see baby blue panties, which matched the camisole she was wearing.

"But not raging?" She hooked a finger in the crotch of her panties and exposed a very wet gash to my eyes. The coral pink folds were swollen and her clit was prominently displayed. A digit from the other hand began to lightly caress the damp surfaces.

"Might as well get comfortable," Nan remarked. With that she lifted her butt, as she eased the blue panties to the floorboard.

Now her wonderful aroma tickled my nose. I wondered if there was a rest stop along this stretch of I-81. I heard her fingers playing in the wetness.

"I wish your fingers were doing this, but I'll make do until they can." 

When I glanced over, one index finger was circling her clit. The middle finger on the other hand was slowly moving in and out of her tunnel.

"Jack, see that truck ahead?"

"Yeah." A UPS semi was about a quarter of a mile in front. Brown is everywhere.

"Pull up so that you're right beside the cab." She swiveled to face forward while her hands continued to play.

I pressed the accelerator. My Toyota began to rapidly close the gap. I saw more movement out of the corner of my eye. When I turned my head, I saw that the camisole had moved to cover the console and uncover the girl in the passenger seat.

"You sure you want to do this," I asked.

"Yessss," she hissed as her finger continued to circle her clit, while the other hand had moved to tug and pinch her nipples. I pulled up even with the cab of the truck.

"Honk the horn," Nan commanded. She rolled down her window to eliminate any glare. The temperature in my car dropped ten degrees, but I could see sweat glisten on her face.

"Oh god! OH GOD!" She arched up off the seat and went rigid for a few seconds. She flopped back down, her hands sliding back to the seat. 

HhhhnnnnnnnnK! HhhhnnnnnnnnK! The truck driver blew his horn happily.

I reached over and slid my finger lightly over her pussy. I gently stroked it up and down her slit, gathering moisture both ways. After about two minutes, she began to respond, rolling her hips slowly back and forth. I stuck my finger deep inside her and wiggled it for a short time.

I pulled the finger completely out and leaned over toward Nan. She looked at me questioningly. I stuck my finger out the window in the universal salute while tapping my horn twice. Then I hit the accelerator. Nan burst out laughing. 



Choices Ch. 06



 Hello everyone. We have reached the end of our journey. Here is Chapter Six, the FINAL CHAPTER, of Choices. I certainly hope you enjoyed the previous chapters. Thank you for continuing to read this story. 

Please read and comment. Your thoughts are welcomed and I want to know what you think. So now, on to the story "Choices, Chapter 6". 

*

 Terri watched her go and her heart broke. She'd once again hurt her best friend. It didn't matter that she didn't mean to. She hurt Lottie every time and it wasn't right.

Lottie left the flat with no clear destination in mind. She needed air. She couldn't breathe. She knew what the end would be. Why was she prolonging it? 

Soon she found herself at the local pub. It was a straight pub, gays and bi's avoided the place.

As soon as she walked in, she felt people glaring at her as if to say how dare you come in here. She ignored them and took a seat at the bar. She ordered a long island ice tea and took time to contemplate.

Soon she realized she wasn't alone. Someone had sat next to her and spoke. She'd recognize that voice anywhere.

"You know, Terri's great and all that but you should be with someone that wants only you." The deep melodic voice whispered.

Startled, Lottie looked up into the face of the one man she was sure would never offer her a kind word.

"Stephen you hate me remember, what do you care?" she asked, pissed.

"You're right. I probably shouldn't, but no one deserves to be used and discarded like that. Lottie, you are a good person and an even greater friend to Terri, but you shouldn't keep letting her drain you like this." Stephen said feeling guilty for mistreating this girl in the past. It was only now that he realized how alone Lottie really was.

"She's my best friend, Stephen, my only friend. I know you don't-" Lottie stopped. "Never mind, you don't really care."

Stephen chuckled, "Surprisingly, I do. I have treated you unfairly in the past. I called myself to be protecting my wife, but she was fine. You've suffered greatly from your friendship with her."

He gently reached out and rubbed her back slightly. Lottie was struggling to not cry. She wouldn't cry, not in front of him. Brushing his hands off of her, Lottie stood to leave. 

Stephen stopped her and hugged her for a moment, then he whispered in her ear, "You are so much more than what you think. Many people care about you, Lottie, but you have to let them in."

"If it were that easy..." Lottie whispered into his chest as for a moment of weakness she rarely showed, she absorbed his strength.

She pushed away from Stephen and looked at him. For the first time since he married her best friend, she finally saw his true character. Stephen was a decent guy.

"Thanks." She murmured as she walked away in search of solitude.

Lottie started to go home, but she didn't feel like dealing with Terri. Stephen, blockhead that he was, had a point. She deserved better than being second runner up.

Stephen watched Lottie leave the pub and was concerned. It bothered him but there was really nothing he could do. He thought about April and the call earlier and smiled. 

He hoped that one day Lottie would find someone just for her. His heart broke for her and the pain she was in. He hoped that if Tom and Terri did get together, they stayed. 

Lottie didn't need to be yanked around by Terri anymore. He could see now why Tom was so concerned about Lottie.

So taking out his phone, he called his friends to see if they were still joining him. He also called Tom, and was glad he agreed to hang out.

Lottie walked away from the pub to a nearby park. Laughing, Lottie thought, Stephen, giving me advice, really. I'm the last one he'd try and help.

Tom hung up the phone from Stephen and dressed to head to the pub. He'd walk there because it was only a few blocks away. Just as he was leaving, the phone rang.

 "Sir, a young woman, Terri, would like to come to your room?" the front desk clerk informed him.

"Ms. Long, tell her I will meet her in the lounge." Tom informed the clerk.

He felt that having Terri come to his room was not a good idea. There were issues that needed to be resolved between them. 

Tom dressed and walked into the lounge, Terri was sitting on one of the sofa's thumbing through a magazine. His breath caught, for she was a vision of loveliness. Part of his brain screamed to take her to his room they needed to be alone, but the other half argued that he needed to do this the right way.

Terri saw him and smiled. He was everything she never knew she wanted. 

"Terri, hey." Tom greeted her with a brief hug.

She hugged him back, "Hey, Tom."

"What brings you here? Where's Lottie?" Tom asked.

Blinking back the tears Terri sat, "Um she went out for a bit. She needed a break from me."

Tom sat listening. She had to tell him something and she'd let him take his time. "Lottie and I are more than friends Tom. We're lovers. We're both bisexual."

"Well, Terri, everyone knows that already." Tom explained softly.

Terri laughed a little. "I know everyone does, but they don 't know how much we need each other. Tom, I love you. I want a chance at a life with you. I need you to accept Lottie. She's a part of me and I can't lose her friendship." 

Tom, grasped her hands. "Terri, I would never force you to give up your friend. I know how important she is to you."

Tom exhaled. "I'm stationed on this job for two more months. I may stay in Vancouver, not sure yet. If I call you will you be willing to relocate? Be with me in Canada?"

"Tom, I'd follow you any where, everywhere, but I have to be fair to Lottie." Terri explained. "I don't know-"

Tom covered her lips with a kiss. This kiss told her everything she needed to know. Her blood heated, heart pounded, heat cascaded to the apex of her thighs.

She wanted him, but he then broke the kiss. "No, no." Tom whispered. "I want you so much that at times I can't think straight, but I'm not sneaking around this time."

Terri was breathing hard, pulse pounding, heart racing. Her body was on fire and he was the only one that could cool off the burn.

"Tom, please." Terri whispered as she reached for him once more.

"No, end the sexual relationship with Lottie first. If you can't then tell me. But make a choice Terri, Lottie or me." Tom pulled her close and embraced her once more. 

He then kissed her forehead and asked if she needed a cab to get home. "You need to think. You don't have to choose tonight, but baby, you have to choose."

I'm walking over to the pub to meet with Stephen and the guys, do you need a cab." Tom asked as he hugged her before he left.

"No, I can drive you to the pub. You don't have to walk." She offered.

Tom smiled, "No, I want to walk. It's not far. Go home and think." He kissed her gently. "Terri, as much as I love you. You need to make the best choice for you. Now, go home."

Terri hugged him tightly, once more. She didn't want to let go, but he was right. She needed to stopped procrastinating and decide.

Tom walked her to her car and waited until she drove away. He then, left the hotel and walked over to the pub to meet his brother and their friends.

Stephen was already at the pub drinking a beer with two of their childhood friends when Tom walked in. The guys hung out drinking and shooting pool. 

The two friends wandered off the get some food and refills when Stephen decided to mention to Tom that he'd ran into Lottie earlier and how vunerable she appeared.

Tom felt bad because he liked Lottie and hated being one of the people hurting her. But like Stephen said earlier, someone would be hurt in this situation. It was unavoidable.

Lottie was sitting in a park swing when an officer walked up and asked her to leave.

"Miss, the park closes at nine. I need you to vacate." The officer addressed her firmly.

Lottie knew that voice anywhere. It haunted her dreams. Before Terri, that voice stole away many of her potential partners, Deanna.

"Fine, Dean. I'm moving." Lottie declared angrily desperately hiding her tears. 

"Lottie, well, well, well. I should cite you." Dean declared.

She sniffed and Dean knew why, TERRI. That bitch. Dean didn't dislike Terri, she just didn't like Terri with Lottie. 

"Hey, Lottie, look I'm almost off duty. Come with me we can grab a bite to eat and talk a bit." Dean suggested.

"Dean, that's nice of you, but I know I'm not someone you like being around. " Closing her jacket she walked away saying. "Sorry for trespassing in your park."

Dean was stunned, and she could not let her walk away. So she followed her trying to convince her to at least hang out.

"What the great Charlotte is afraid to have a drink with me?" Dean teased. One thing she knew about Lottie was if you teased her, she'd react.

Lottie stopped walking, she hated being called by her name. She preferred "Lottie".

"Let's go Deanna, you're paying." She declared.

Dean then led Lottie to her car with a smirk on her face. She knew she'd get her to go on a date with her. Even though, this wasn't officially a date, it was pretty close. 

She'd take this time to treat Lottie like the Goddess she was and should be treated as. 

Hopefully, after they'd eaten and hung out, Lottie would see her as more than competition at the club.

Meanwhile, Terri drove from the hotel back to the flat she shared with Lottie. She sat in her favorite chair and contemplated her predicament. Really, it wasn't much of a predicament, more of a conundrum. 

She had to end things with Lottie, because she knew she wanted a future with Tom. He told her she had time, but it wasn't fair to keep going. Both she and Lottie had discussed this and agreed to end it at an opportune time. When Lottie got home, they'd talk.

Lottie rode with Dean to her apartment. "Um, Lottie, come on in. It's a bit of a mess, but let me freshen up, and then we can head to Toro's or someplace else.

Lottie got out of her car and had a seat in the front of her small house. The house was just like Dean, plain and simple. As much as she grated on Lottie's nerves, Lottie had to admit she was down to earth. She never pretended to be something she wasn't, kinda like, Tom.

Lottie shook her head. How did she end up comparing Dean to Tom? Soon the shower stopped and Lottie heard Dean enter her bedroom. A little longer and she emerged from her room wearing a dark pair of jeans, white wife beater, and her custom plaid shirt. Her long dark hair was hanging loose around her broad shoulders. The woman was handsome and she knew it.

Walking over to Lottie, Dean flashed her most persuasive smile and held the door as she walked out, "After you my lady." She whispered.

Lottie walked as Dean placed her hand in the small of her back and led her to her Altima. Dean opened the door for her, helped her inside. Then she reached across her giving Lottie the chance to smell the enticing cologne she wore.

It wasn't a fragrance Lottie had scented on anyone else, only her. Dean drove and didn't try to engage her in small talk, She simply turned on the radio, and the two enjoyed soothing music as they rode to their desitination. 

Soon they arrived at Anna Marie's Restaurant. Dean, ever the gentleman, got out of the car and walked around to open the door for Lottie. However, Lottie had her door open and was climbing out of the car as Dean reached her side.

"Wait, Dean. We can't eat here. I'm not dressed; besides we don't have reservations." Lottie began to protest.

Smiling Dean assured her, "Don't worry about it. I've got this."

As they walked in they were greeted by the hostess, "Deanna, oh goodness. Oh, I can't believe you're here. Wait until Nana sees you." She gushed.

"Hold up Little Sis, I'll speak to Grandma, but first can we have a seat." Dean asked smiling at her sister.

"Sure, this way." The girl replied. 

After showing them to a secluded area, Dean took a moment to introduce the two women.

"Sis, this is my friend, Lottie. Lottie, this is my sister, Deloris, or Squirt, if you prefer." 

Deloris face lit up as she smiled even bigger, "So you're Lottie. It's so nice to meet you, welcome. Please the waiter will be here in a moment to take your orders. Lottie don't worry about the cost; it's on the house." She said hurriedly.

Soon a waiter came and took their orders. Lottie and Dean settled in to enjoy their meals.

"So, Lottie, you want to talk about why you were upset earlier?" Dean queried.

Looking down, Lottie replied, "You and everyone else knows why I was upset. Stop playing Dean. If you want to gloat, go on."

Dean reached across the table and grasped her hand. "Lottie, I wish..."

Lottie looked up into Dean's face and for a moment she saw something. Then it was gone. "Listen, I want you to know that I'm here if you need to talk or time away."

"Thanks Dean." Lottie said looking away as a much older lady came to the table.

"Deanna, it's about time you came." She greeted Dean with a big hug ans kiss.

Then she turned to Lottie, "Ah, you must be-" Dean interrupted.

"She's a friend. Lottie, this is my grandmother, Nana." Dean interrupted before her grandmother revealed too much.

Lottie smiled and went to say hello when she was pulled into a big hug. "You're hungry. I make food for you." Nana stated as she hurried to the kitchen.

More members of Dean's family came over to greet them, but eventually the visits lessened, but only because Nana forbade anyone else to bother them.

Soon the waiter brought their meal. Before long Lottie wasn't engrossed in conversation with her companion and laughing at the antics of Dean's family.

"So, Dean. Why do so many members of your family seem to know my name?" Lottie asked.

Dean actually blushed and for a moment she was speechless. "Well. I might have said some things about you."

Lottie laughed and for the first time it felt free. Not guarded, with thoughts of anything but simple enjoyment.

"Really, Like?" Lottie asked. It felt strange, but in a good way, that Dean mentioned her to people that were so close. A part of her wished that she could call her family."

Dean watched her and smiled. She seemed so free; Dean liked this side of her. She liked seeing her really free and happy.

They ate dinner and drank iced tea. Soon Lottie needed to go to the restroom and Dean started to escort her when one of her cousins stepped in and decided to show her where the family restrooms were in the back of the restaurant.

As soon as Lottie was out of sight, Nana pounced, "Deanna, why don't you invite your friend to join the family Sunday for dinner after Mass." Nana walked over to the table addressing her granddaughter.

"Nana, she's involved with someone else. I can't ask her out to a family dinner." Dean tried to explain.

"Pish posh" Nana replied, "Deanna, this girl. She's special to you. I've never heard you mention anyone when you visit. But her, Lottie, you talked about all of the time. And tonight, you bring her to meet us."

"Nana," Dean exhaled, "she's going through a difficult time right now. She needs a friend more than anything."

Nana looked at her and smiled, "You like this girl. I dare say, you could come to love her. Don't be afraid to take a chance, Deanna."

"Listen, Nana. She's in love with someone else. Even if she wasn't, I'm not sure she likes me like that. Pretty sure she just tolerates me." Dean confided in her grandmother.

Nana smiled thinking, Ah, Dean, you are just what that girl needs. I can see she needs someone to just love her as you do. 

 "Listen to me. Be yourself Deanna. Be true to who you are and she will know that you are someone worth getting to know. She likes you, Deanna. I can tell." Nana declared as Lottie and Trisha, Dean's cousin returned. 

 Dean stood as she returned to the table and held her chair for her. Lottie was taken-aback for a second, but she loved the treatment. "Ah, Charlotte, care to tell me what's so funny?" she teased. Usually she did these little things for Terri. She never had anyone do them for her.

 Their waitress returned and refilled their tea and told them Nana was sending out dessert for them. While waiting for dessert, more family members came by to speak, meet Lottie, and tease Dean.

 "You don't visit home much, do you?" Lottie asked as a twentieth cousin left them alone.

Dean laughed, "No, do you see how nosy my folks are? I never have privacy."

"Your family, they accept you. They accept that you're lesb..." Lottie stopped. "I'm sorry. You have a really nice family Dean." She concluded.

"Yea, they accept me as I am. My dad had a problem at first, but Nana threatened to kick his butt, if he didn't get his head out of his ass." Smiling, Dean concluded. "I'm lucky."

"Yes, you are." Lottie nodded in agreement. Her family disowned her, She calledfor the lastime sixteen years ago when her father told her she was dead to him. After that she met Terri, and they became best friends.

 Soon they finished and Lottie wanted to go home. They couldn't leave without Nana making sure Lottie was full and had gotten her promise that she'd return for dinner with the family soon. 

 "Dean, you have a terrific family." Lottie stated, "Thank you for sharing them with me tonight." Dean smiled. She was happy to have spent this time with her.

 Dean wanted to say something about Terri and Lottie sensed it. "Dean, she's my friend. She's my best friend. You don't understand." Lottie whispered.

Dean didn't reply at first because she was driving her home. As she pulled up at the apartment Lottie shared with Terri, Dean spoke her mind.

"She's not good for you. She uses you, Charlotte. You're too good for her." Dean whispered.

Lottie's breath caught. No one called her Charlotte, but when Dean said her name this time, it affected her on a primal level.

"Thanks for spending time with me tonight, Dean. I really appreciated it. It was fun. Good night." Lottie moved to open her door.

"Lottie, wait. Let me get the door for you." Dean offered.

Then she walked around the car, opened the door for her, and held her hand and helped her climb from the car. She then stood by the car until Lottie was safe inside her home. Then she went home thinking about the amazing time they had.

"Hey, Lottie you're home." Terri greeted her moving to embrace her.

Lottie hugged her friend before she spoke. "Terri, we need to talk. Let's sit in the dining room."

Terri dreaded this. She knew that a decision had been reached, she just didn't know how to tell her best friend, her lover.

"Lottie, I love-" Lottie touched her lips.

"Terri, let me say this or I won't. I can't do this. I can't play second fiddle anymore." Lottie inhaled. "It's over Terri. I love you but I can't be with you anymore."

Terri was shocked.  We can't be with each other? I know that already, but this sounds so final. What is Lottie saying? "Lottie wait. What do you mean? You're my best friend."

Shaking her head in disagreement, "No, I'm your crutch. You come to me when there isn't anything better around. I won't keep being used like this. You are my best friend. You will always be my best friend, but we can no longer be lovers. Not now or ever again."

Terri was stunned. She knew they had to end it, but she didn't expect Lottie to be the one to call for the end of their relationship. And she was saying, never again. Terri agreed because if Tom accepted her, she was being faithful to him.

Terri remembered that someone brought Lottie home. She was curious. "Lottie, where did you go. Who brought you home?"

"An unlikely pal treated me to dinner and made me feel special for once. I liked it, Terri. I liked being treated that way. I should always feel that way. Not like I'm second best." Lottie explained still marveling at the way Dean treated her earlier tonight, like she was precious, loved. 




Choices Ch. 06



She didn't notice the shadow that crossed Terri's face as she realized how callously she'd treated her best friend. Lottie was right. She deserved so much more. She then stood and went to the bedroom she'd shared with her friend for the past year.

Terri followed her. She didn't know what to think. Lottie ended their relationship. She was numb. I can't believe Lottie ended... But she'd also said "never again." What was she doing now?

Lottie started to pull her things. "I'm moving back to the second bedroom. I'll stay here until our lease ends, but then I'll find a new place to live." 

"Wait, Lottie." Terri stopped her friend. "Who were you with? What did they say to you?."

Lottie stopped for amoment and looked at her friend. Terri was clearly confused and she deserved a real explanation.

Sitting on the bed, Lottie asked her a question. She believed she already knew the answer, but she needed to know. "Terri, did I even stand a chance against him?"

Terri froze and then decided not to lie. "Lottie, I love him. I want to be with him, but I can't lose your friendship. You're my best friend."

Lottie paused, "Terri, be honest with me. What is this really about?" she asked.

Terri whispered, "No, just you Lottie. But, you're my best-"

Lottie stood and embraced her friend. "Terri, I'm still your best friend. We will always be best friends. Terri do you think I'm only your friend because of the sex?"

Terri, standing and looking alone and terrified, shook her head, "No, Lottie. It's not that. I can't really explain."

Lottie smiled and hugged her best friend and whispered. "We need a break from each other. I'm sleeping in the other room from now on. But, girl, you need to decide if you really want Tom, or not. Even when he leaves in a few days, you need to think and make a choice. Do you really want him, or is he just another safety net?" Then she left to carry her things to her new room, leaving Terri sobbing softly on her bed.

Terri knew they were going to end their relationship. She didn't understand why it affected her the way that it did. It made no sense. But Lottie was right, they needed to go on and end it.

Tomorrow, they'd simply go back to being friends.

Tom, Stephen, and their friends were calling their night to an end as well. Hanging out at the pub was fun. 

The holiday was two days away, and soon Tom would be leaving. Stephen wanted to ask him to stay with him, but decided to leave things as they were. Tom said he needed space. He'd give it to him.

"So," asked Stephen as he drove Tom back to his hotel. "Have you decided to talk with Terri?"

Tom smiled, "We talked before I went out tonight. She needs to decide what she wants. Besides, I'm going back to Canada in a few days. She has time to decide."

Stephen stared at his brother, amazed. "How do you do it man? Stay so calm. Are you afraid she'll choose Lottie?"

Tom smiled, "Stephen, I won't mess up this time. She has to come to me unencumbered, of her own free will. Besides if she choose Lottie, then that's the best choice for her. I'll deal with it, but I won't be a third party again. We won't sneak around. If we are meant to be together, we will be." He declared.

Stephen nodded in agreement. He understood what his brother meant. He would not give up on trying to convince April to give him another chance.

"April called. She asked me to visit this weekend." Stephen stated.

Tom paused. "Well, that's great. You'll get to spend time with your daughter."

Stephen took a deep breath. "Something was different when she called. Her tone. I don't know. Maybe I imagined it."

"When are you flying out?" Tom asked. He was booked on a flight back to Vancouver Canada on Saturday.

After the holidays, I'll go for sure. I'll probably drive over Saturday after your flight leaves." Stephen answered.

Stephen dropped Tom off and went home. As Tom was heading to bed his phone rang.

"Hello." he answered recognizing the number immediately. "Lottie, is everything alright? Are you OK? Terri?"

"No, but it will be. Terri and I are over. We ended it tonight." Lottie explained. "She loves you Tom. Treat her good when you get her."

"Wait, Lottie. What happened? Where's Terri?" he asked as his heart beat in excitement. If what Lottie said was true he could be with Terri sooner than later.

"She's in her room. She doesn't know I called you." Lottie exhaled. "She's my best friend Tom. She'll always be my best friend."

"Lottie, are you alright?" Tom asked. He knew that she too cared about Terri.

"I'm fine." Lottie answered, smiling.

"I'm always fine. Call her alright." Lottie suggested. "Night, Tom."

The next morning, Tom called Terri to see if she was alright. "Hello." Terri answered her phone.

"Are you alright? Lottie called. She said-" Terri interrupted.

"She ended our affair.'' Terri whispered, "We're over."

Tom's heart raced. If she and Lottie were done, then that freed the way for him. 

"Terri, I'm coming over." He stated.

"No, Tom. Don't come over. I need time. Look, let me call you." Terri stated. "I'll call before you leave.

Over the next few days, no one saw or heard from Lottie or Terri. Tom's concerned increased dramatically. Finally, he gave in and right before going to his mother's house, he stopped by the flat. 

Terri was home, and quickly invited him in. Tom came in and realized that Lottie wasn't there. "Terri, where's Lottie? I mean it's not-" Terri stopped him.

"She's with Dean and her family. They invited her over for dinner." Terri smiled. "Lottie and Dean make a cute couple."

"Um, Terri, I'm going to Mom's for dinner, come with me." Tom suggested. "You know she loves you."

"Thanks, Tom, but I have to say no. Your family needs time together without extra people, especially, me. 

"Well, I'll stay here with you." Tom suggested smiling.

"No, aren't you going home tomorrow?" Terri asked. She stood and walked to her door and opened it. "Go be with your family. Forget about me and my mess for once. " 

One look at her face, and he knew arguing would be fruitless. So Tom, hugged her close and whispered, "Terri, I love you."

He got in the cab he had asked to wait and went on to his mother's house. It had been a longtime since he shared a dinner with his family and it was nice. But Tom wasn't done. 

He'd actually checked out of the hotel when he left and was staying with his mother his last night in town. The next morning, Stephen was driving him to the airport for an early flight.

Tom couldn't sleep. He could not get Terri out of his mind. Finally around midnight, he called. He and Terri talked and reached an understanding.

The next morning, Stephen picked Tom up and took him to the airport. He'd stay with him until he boarded his plane, and then Stephen was driving to try and win back April. He knew his chances were slim to none, but he had to try.

Tom flew back to Canada, but not before calling Terri once more. She didn't answer, so he left a voicemail. He hoped when she checked her messages, she'd consider his offer. He prayed her final decision would be the outcome they both longed for.

Several months later

"How are you not dressed? We have to be at the airport in thirty minutes. We promised them, we'd be there to pick them up." Terri said to her boyfriend, Tom. He looked at her and smiled. They'd been dating for over six months and things were going well. 

At first Tom considered proposing, but he wasn't ready. Although he loved her, he wasn't ready to take a big step like getting married. 

Terri was relieved. She really cared about Tom, as well, but she needed time to adjust and live her life before committing herself completely to someone else, again.

However, she was extremely happy for Lottie. Her best friend was finally engaged to the one woman in the world for her, Deanna, and she couldn't wait to see them. When Lottie first started dating Dean, Terri was worried. 

 But then, she saw a side of Dean, she'd never seen before. Dean was sweet, kind, caring, and extremely protective of Lottie. Lottie deserved the best and that's what Dean gave her. She was the perfect person for her best friend.

"Tom, hurry." Terri rushed her man, "Lottie and Dean are waiting on us. Let's go." 

Tom walked from their modest small home smiling. "Alright already, let's go woman. Women, sheesh. Tom chuckled recalling how excited Terri was when Lottie called and told her Dean proposed. 

Her excitement went full blast when they decided to come to Canada to visit and so she could help plan the wedding. They'd marry at Dean's grandmother's home, because a church wedding wasn't permissible. Terri was her maid of honor and she took her role seriously.

Terri chattered nonstop. So before climbing into his truck to head to the airport, he pulled Terri into his arms and kissed her effectively silencing her for a moment. "Terri, I love you." he whispered, smiling, as his love for her showed in his eyes.

Terri looked at her man and wondered how she got so lucky. She never believed that she could be this content. "I love you, too. Now let's go. We have to pick up our friends." She exclaimed rushing him to get inside the truck and drive.

Soon they were off the the airport.

The End.

 I hope you enjoyed the final chapter of "Choices". Please remember to vote and comment. 

Again, thanks Jim. You're the best. IR2R



Choices Ch. 07



My thanks to my editor adetaildiva. Without her this would be a poorer story. After her any errors are mine.

*****

I picked Jean up for dinner on Saturday evening. We went to a nice steak house. On our last date, I had taken her to an upscale, trendy French restaurant. It wasn't that I didn't want to spend money on her because of the fragile nature of our relationship. I just didn't want her to think that I was trying to buy my way back to her.

She was friendly, but reserved. We talked about Rebecca and Bobby. We talked about her job. We talked about what was going on at the Pentagon. We talked about which novels we were currently reading. Basically, we didn't talk about anything that mattered.

"Jack, do you want to come back to the house for coffee?" The waiter was presenting us with a dessert menu .

"Just bring the check, please." Except for desultory comments about the autumn weather, the car was silent going back to her house. 

"I've got the coffee ready. Let me turn it on." She disappeared into the kitchen.

This, to me, had the feeling of a last date. If it was, why not just tell me at the restaurant and get out of the car at the curb? Why had she invited me in?

In a few minutes she returned with a tray. "Black for you, cream and sugar for me."

"There's no doubt who's the sweetest in the house." My riposte generated only a half-hearted smile.

She settled on the other end of the couch, not backing off from me but not approachable either. She twisted her slacks-clad knees up onto the couch. "Jack, I still don't know where we're going. I don't share my boyfriends with other women. I don't like my boyfriends keeping secrets from me. I just feel like you haven't treated me well."

"I apologize if you're hurt. That was not my intent. Nor did I plan to string you along for a year or two. I've never dated two women at the same time before. This just sort of happened. I started dating both of you within a week of each other. Again, I didn't mean to hurt you and once I realized what was going on I couldn't figure out a good way to handle it."

"I won't pretend," I continued, "that I wouldn't miss making love to you, but I would miss seeing you even more. If you want to cut out our bedroom activities until I can make a decision or until you feel you've waited long enough for my decision, we can go forward on that basis."

"Is it just one other girl? Or are you just using me for steady benefits while you sample all the honey out there?"

I tried to suppress the scowl that wanted to creep across my face. "It's just one other. I don't think you know her. At least I'd be amazed if you did. She knows about you now, too."

"What's her reaction?"

"She's not happy either, but that's as much as I'm willing to talk about her."

"Well, I'm very unhappy. If you do this to me now, how can I trust you if we marry?"

"Look, I was married to Kathy for eight years. I never hit on another girl, never kissed one except for the odd New Year's Eve kiss between friends, never thought about another one sexually if you ignore the occasional Jessica Alba fantasy. I passed through Las Vegas twice on my way to the National Training Center. When the other guys wanted to catch some of the shows at the strip bars, I was in my room calling Kathy."

"Yeah, but what about now? You've sampled the wild side."

"What about you? This isn't completely fair, but you've learned that you can get rid of a husband and the world won't end. Maybe if I had to deploy for a year, you'd start having coffee with a co-worker. None of us can guarantee what we'll do in the future. I can only say that I want to pick one woman to come home to."

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Well, why don't you pick?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm not ready to. Like I told you before, the criteria are different at thirty than it was at twenty. Plus, as you mentioned, it's not just me I have to think about. I just haven't got all this sorted out yet."

"I don't know that I want to wait while you figure things out." We were both quiet for a little while.

"Have you ever gone out without any underwear," I asked.

"I'm not talking about sex!"

"I'm not either. Just answer the question, please."

"You know how small I am up top. It makes it easy to go braless and I do it a lot."

"No, I meant without panties under a skirt?"

"Of course not!"

"No? Well, I haven't either. Gone without panties under any of my skirts, I mean." This got a fleeting smile from Jean. "But consider it. You would be taking a risk. If it's a full skirt, the wind might blow it up. Even a pencil skirt, you sit down awkwardly, or you cross your legs and the afternoon sun is just right. Lots of possibilities. But we both know that if you were only moderately careful, nobody would know the chance you're taking. It's only for a short while, anyway. If you do take the chance, you get back a lot in heightened sensitivity, anticipation, excitement, and finally satisfaction when you tell that special someone about it."

"And your point is?"

"Take a chance. I'm not keeping you from going on a date with another guy while you're waiting to see what I decide. You get to decide, too. No guarantees but the reward might be big."

"I told you we aren't talking about sex." She grinned this time as she made the remark.

Her knees slid from the couch as she stretched her legs. I took advantage of the movement and moved closer to her, taking her hand at the same time. "I was wrong in not telling you about my other date when we became intimate. I could tell that a roll in the hay was serious for you and I was wrong. But don't throw me out because I didn't live up to commitments that you didn't ask me to make."

"Jack, I guess I didn't exactly treat you fairly either. I like you and I want to continue seeing you, at least right now. Promise me, no more secrets?"

"I promise. I'll tell you as soon as I start dating a third girl and the fourth one, too."

"A third girl and I'm outta here," she giggled. "But seriously, I'll go along for a little while, but I think Christmas is decision time for both of us."

"I agree with that." I pulled her hand up and brushed my lips across the back of it.

"If you're going to keep me around until Christmas, you've got to do better than that." She pulled me toward her.

We kissed tentatively at first. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and pushed her tongue into my mouth. After a minute, we broke apart and I started to nibble down one side of her neck and back up the other returning to her lips.

While we kissed, her fingers ruffled my hair. Then she traced the outline of my ear with a fingernail. I shivered slightly as my temperature soared.

I smoothed a hand over her sweater up to her breast. She moaned as I gently cupped it. The sweater was thin so that I could tell she had on a lacy bra that just barely covered her nipples. Soon enough my hand was under her sweater.

As we continued to kiss, my fingers traced the edge of her bra. Lace had never been my favorite texture. I wanted to feel smooth, soft skin, not rough fabric. Lace might look pretty but touching it did nothing for me. I pushed the material up and out of the way. 

As my hand slid over her breast, Jean twisted her body so that her chest made fuller contact with my hand. She also vigorously assaulted my mouth with her tongue. I teased her nipple, tugging it with two fingers and brushing it with my palm.

One of her hands began to caress the outline of my cock, now hard down the leg of my slacks. She fumbled briefly with my belt and then the hook and zipper. Her hand eased over my boxers to where the little head was peeking out of the leg. 

"I think somebody's hoping to get lucky tonight." Her index finger had discovered a drop of pre-cum. She pulled the finger up between our faces. I could see the drop glisten in the light. A bitter scent suddenly hit my nose.

"I never did get dessert," she said. She stuck the finger in her mouth and slowly pulled it back out between her sucking lips. "I know just the thing to finish off the meal."

She grabbed my pants and boxers and pulled them down. She bent over to lick the head of my cock. She took several licks just like it was an ice cream cone. Then her mouth engulfed the head while her tongue brushed back and forth over the sensitive skin. At the same time, she began to slowly jack the base with her hand.

I stroked her back and her bottom, which was conveniently presented to me. After a minute or two, I had to have more. I tugged at her sweater. She stopped and sat upright, skinning off her sweater. Reaching behind her back, she popped the bra hook open and dropped the bra beside the couch. Putting her left hand on my knee, she resumed the wonderful ministrations of her mouth and her other hand.

I reached underneath and cupped her breast. I held it in my palm as I used my thumb to caress the upper slope. Then I slipped my hand down her stomach and up onto her back. I loved the feel of her velvety soft skin. I felt it become warmer even as my fingers skimmed over it.

Jean was not idle while I enjoyed her smoothness. She performed a variety of teasing activities with her tongue while her hand continued it's steady up and down motion around the base of my cock.

I teased her nipple with my palm some more. I used my other hand to push her hair out of the way so I could watch her face as she ministered to my cock. Watching a female give you head has got to be at the top of the sexy meter. The bouncing hair, other bits bouncing depending on the angle, the slurpy sounds, the wet, squishy sounds if she's using her hands as Jean was. The submission and giving of the female figures in there. No matter how you're arranged the woman is going to look submissive, just as a man does licking pussy. Also, if we're truthful, we guys sort of know and the women definitely know that it's not like licking a lollipop. Just acquiring a taste for what's coming (pun intended) is not something that most women will ever develop. So they are sacrificing themselves to our pleasure.

I needed more contact. I pushed a hand between her legs. The jersey knit slacks she was wearing allowed me to feel the groove between her legs even as gently as I was touching her. She spread her legs slightly showing that she liked what I was doing. I gently caressed where her clit should be and then lightly pulled my fingers along her lower lips and up between her ass cheeks, finally grasping her waistband and pulling downwards. She wiggled a little to help the pants slide down but she never lost contact with my cock. When the slacks got to her knees she lifted briefly to let me pull them and the accompanying panties completely off.

Now my fingertips could caress her lower lips. After a minute or so, she moaned and spread her knees further apart. When this happened her labia parted and I felt the warm slipperiness inside. As my middle and index finger penetrated her, my ring finger rode over her clit and my thumb landed at her brown pucker. 

She moaned in a throaty timber that vibrated over my cock. She held her head steady, letting her tongue slip round and round the crown. Meanwhile her hand sped up. I could feel the approaching climax. "Jean, I'm getting close."

Her hand and tongue moved faster. I concentrated on her clit but almost by accident pushed my thumb into her also. 

"Mmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmm," she moaned again.

"Oh god, now" I cried. When the first jet hit the back of her throat, she moved her mouth off me and put her head on my thigh. She watched the remaining streams roll down over her hand.

"You are so good! I really love the way you use your mouth and hand on me. It feels like you're pulling everything out of me."

"Wait here while I get something to clean you up with." She trotted off to the guest bathroom and returned quickly. "I don't want you dripping all over the place." She wiped me off efficiently, probably just like she did with Rebecca's face. We undoubtedly looked weird then. I still had my pants around my ankles and she was nude.

I pulled her in to a kiss. I could taste the remains of my spurt in her mouth. I ignored it and concentrated on the tongue I was dueling with and the soft skin I was holding.

"This is fun, but I know you like a clean house. Maybe we should retire to your bedroom?"

"You better not retire! At least not until you shown me that you want me to stay until Christmas. But you do look sort of funny sitting there."

I kicked off my shoes and skinned off my socks. As I was pulling my polo shirt over my head, Jean grabbed a little tuft of chest hair and pulled.

"Ouch!" She didn't really hurt me, but I knew she expected some reaction.

"Bet you can't catch me." She jumped away and ran upstairs towards the bedrooms. I was slowed getting out of my slacks and boxers. She had disappeared by the time I got to the dark hall.

"Jean? I'm going to get you back for that." I walked into her bedroom and switched on the light. Empty.

"Hide and seek, huh?" Rebecca's bedroom was empty. So was the guest room.

"You are so going to get it." I walked back up the hall. She was good at this. I paused to listen. Not a sound. I decided to go back to her bedroom and check the closets and under the bed. As I walked in, I heard a noise. I started to turn and then 115 pounds of female flesh tackled me.

I could have easily flipped her on to the bed and pinned her, but she deserved her fun. Laughing throatily, she pushed me towards the bed and fell on top of me. She straddled my hips and put her hands on my chest 'pinning' me to the mattress. 

"I've caught you now. You've got to do what I command," she stated imperiously. Her eyes were laughing all the time.

"Your beauty ever holds me in thrall," now I was teasing her. "Your wish is my command."

"I wish for my turn. Now!" She began to knee-walk up my torso.

I moved around in the bed so that she could lean against the headboard while she brought her pussy to my mouth. She positioned her slit so that I could lightly lap the engorged lips. Her taste, as always, was delightful.

After a minute or so, I pulled my tongue away. "You are so delicious. I love doing this."

"I didn't tell you to stop," she said threateningly as she pulled my head back to her juncture. "I'll let you know when I'm done with you."

She reached behind her and raked her fingernails up my chest, not rough enough to hurt but rough enough to indicate her control. She moved to bring her clit to my mouth and I began my 'butterfly wings' attack on her pleasure spot.

"Oh god, I need this so bad and you are so good! I got so hot playing with your shaft and drinking your cum. Oh! Sooooo gooood!"

I continued my nibbling, but I ran my hands up and down the back of her legs. Then the fingers of my right hand began to tease the wet slit that my mouth had abandoned. I began to pump two fingers slowly in and out.

"Oh, Jack, you are doing it so good tonight. That feels wonderful." Jean was more vocal tonight than anytime before. What had triggered this cascade of sounds?

I remembered something from the couch. I removed my fingers and rotated my thumb into her honey pot. Switching again, I put my fingers back inside her. Her small gyrations against my face resulted in the only movement my fingers made. Meanwhile I slid my thumb in gentle circles across her "taint."

"Unnnnhhhh." She moaned and a fresh wave of heat rolled down her body over my face. I widened my caresses so that my thumb now stroked over her rear pucker. "Unnnnhhh, oooooohhhhh, godddd!" Her sibilant noises excited me as they became almost continuous. "Harder, faster, right there."

One hand pulled my head in closer to her pussy. Her hips began to jerk occasionally. I was very careful to cushion my teeth behind my lips. "Inside me! Everywhere!"

I pushed the end of my thumb inside her ass and my fingers inside her pussy. I increased the pressure and speed of my tongue on her clit.

"Ooooohhh. Harder! Faster! Everywherrrrre! Don't stop now. Sooooo goooooooood!" Her ass and pussy contracted violently and repeatedly. "Ooohh myyyyy," she wailed one last time and then collapsed forward onto my face. After a few seconds, she rolled heavily to one side and lay gasping for air.

A minute or so later she snuggled up against me. "Damn! I may have to keep you even if it's only one night a week." She kissed my chest. "Let me rest a few minutes and then let's see if we can get together."

After her rest, she rose up on an elbow and looked into my eyes. "You seem to have discovered another of my sensitive places. I haven't done this in awhile with another person, but tonight's the night. Look in the second drawer of my nightstand."

I rolled to the edge of the bed and pulled out the drawer. There were several dildos/vibrators and a couple of containers of personal lubricants. Some silk scarves were crushed into a corner and a sleep mask was peeking out from under the scarves. "Use the KY Jelly," she said as she rolled to middle of the bed.

I picked up the requested item and turned back to her. She was just settling two pillows underneath her. "Now kiss me some more," she commanded.

We started with gentle kisses and nibbles on the lips, but as I began to caress and tweak her nipples, she began to moan and roll her hips. "Do me! Do me now!"

I had never done this before, but I was certainly willing to try. She pulled her knees back to her chest, rotating the little pink pucker for easy access. I squeezed out a glob of the Jelly and began to rub it between her cheeks. I inserted one, then two and finally three fingers. Each time she thrust back onto my hand and moaned. Then I knee-walked forward and pressed my little head into her little opening. After a few seconds she opened up and I slid slowly but smoothly up against her soft cheeks.

My first few strokes were slow and jerky, but then I got used to the tightness. I settled into a slow rhythm and began to enjoy the tight velvet glove of Jean's bottom.

Jean's hips began to undulate in small waves. She reached her right hand to my chest and gently raked her nails across it to one nipple. She tugged it slightly then pinched enough to sting. Her other hand stole to her clitoris and rubbed the entire areas in large circles.

My temperature rose sharply and I knew that I would only last a few minutes. "I'm getting close, Jean."

"Mmmm hmmm," she moaned in reply.

"Jean, you are so beautiful and sexy. I've never felt these sensations before. I'm holding back, but I'll explode soon." We rocked and moaned for several minutes.

Suddenly, Jean's hand sped up on her clit. Her fingers focused on that small bump. "Jack, I'm going to finish – nooowww." Her body went rigid.

The spasms of her sphincter milked my cock and my jism exploded into her bowels. "Ooohhhhh, Jean." 

Our hissing breaths mingled and we both rolled to one side still joined together. I pulled her leg from under mine and let it flop on top of my thigh.

We lay there dozing and cuddling for maybe thirty minutes. I finally roused myself to get dressed and go home.

As usual Linda was waiting for me to come in. She was sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine when I saw her. "Come tell me about your evening," she requested patting the seat next to her.

I dropped on to the couch. "What do you want to know?"

"Well, this was your first date with Jean since you told her you were seeing another girl. How did it go?"

"The dinner was a little strained. I thought she was going to break up with me, but she asked me back to her place for coffee. We talked some more about the situation and I promised not to keep any more secrets from her."

"It must have been a long conversation to keep you out until 1 AM." Linda leaned forward to retrieve her wine glass from the coffee table. I suddenly realized that her nightgown was transparent when she was in silhouette, with those beautiful breasts swinging freely. I snapped my eyes back up to her face as she sipped the wine.




Choices Ch. 07



"Well, they say make-up sex is the best. I wouldn't argue."

"So three, four, five times?" She turned her glass up and gulped down the last of the wine. I covertly watched as the nightgown slid around her chest. A pink spot was obvious where one nipple was now perking up.

"I stopped counting after the first time. Men's brains turn to mush when they're around beautiful women."

Linda picked up my right hand and brought it to her nose to sniff. She sucked a finger into her mouth, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the flavor. "Jean tastes slightly different tonight, maybe a little metallic taste?" She arched an eyebrow to emphasize the question.

"I didn't notice any difference," I replied innocently. Of course, I wasn't going to tell her that that finger had been in Jean's pussy and in her ass.

Linda switched to my middle finger. "Well, the taste seems different, but it's okay." She guided it back to her mouth while trapping her other hand between her thighs. For a minute she swirled her tongue around like she was working on a cock. At the same time she rocked back and forth against her fist between her legs.

"Well," she said, "I've got to get to bed." She stood and turned leaning over to give me a kiss on the cheek. Then she picked her book up from the end table. Once more I got a silhouette of those breasts. "Good night," she called as she sauntered down the hall.



Choices Ch. 08



My thanks to my editor adetaildiva. Without her this would be a poorer story. After her any errors are mine.

*

On Friday, I was able to slip out early and miss the traffic to my house. That gave me time for a quick game of catch with Bobby before I took off for my date with Nan. I liked spending time with him. I was a good athlete in school, but I never had that extra step, quick pivot, or sharp eye that could have earned me a scholarship. Instead, I had the drive and determination to be in the top 10 percent in a variety of activities: weight lifting, endurance, sprinting and other areas. Being in the top 10 percent across the board was what the Army wanted and I maxed every fitness test I ever took.

When I got to Nan's apartment, Cass greeted me at the door. "Hey, soldier boy, ready to escort two hotties out tonight?"

"Since we're going clubbing, I didn't think you'd mind if Cass tagged along." Nan breezed up and kissed me with a swipe of her tongue behind it. By the taste of alcohol in her mouth, I could tell that they had started the party long before I got there.

"Only if you pass the test," I replied. I licked both my index fingers and touched one to each girl's shoulder. "Ssssssss," I hissed. "Definitely two hotties. Let's go before you cool off."

Although I had joked about it, following the two lovelies out definitely had John Thomas interested. They were wearing similar outfits of different colors. Cass had on a camisole and hip-hugger skirt in electric yellow. Her belly button was exposed and the skirt ended at mid-thigh. The camisole was short leaving about four inches bare around her waist. Nan had on a similar outfit in baby blue. Being taller, there was another inch or so of bare skin between camisole and skirt. Both of them had on three-inch heels. The camisoles were thin and both had their high beams on.

We hopped into my car with Nan riding shotgun and Cass in the back seat. "Where to, ladies?" I asked.

"The Purple Giraffe," Cass replied naming a currently popular night spot.

"Your wish is my command." I glanced back at Cass. Her knees were pointed toward me and spread about a foot apart. In the dim glow of the overhead light I thought Cass didn't have any panties on, but the shadows were too harsh to be sure.

The throbbing beat that enveloped us when we got to the appointed bar underscored the drone of male pick-up lines. With a descant of girl's laughter and the heat of a thousand bodies, the bar seemed the prelude for five hundred sexual orgies later on.

"What do you want to drink?" I had to lean close to be heard.

"Sex on the Beach," replied Nan.

"Long Island Iced Tea," followed Cass.

"Be right back." These gals were going to get drunk and depend on me to protect them. I pushed through the crowd and managed to return in less than ten minutes. They both knocked back about half their drinks. 

"Let's dance." We left the drinks on the table and merged into the writhing organism of the dance floor. Nana and Cass sandwiched me. No matter how I moved, one was rubbing against my front while the other was molded against my back.

"You are really, uh, enthusiastic tonight," I almost shouted to Nan over the driving beat. She was letting her hands wander between us providing pleasant sensations to John Thomas.

"It's been almost a week. You don't think my fingers are a decent substitute for you, do you?"

"Oh, jesus!" Her hand squeezed my lengthening shaft. "Your fingers feel good to me."

"How about my tongue?" We both slowed our dancing while we frenched. I felt Cass slide around so that her exquisite ass was pressing up against me. Nan and I broke our kiss and she danced away. I followed. She shimmied up against me. Those pillows between us felt like heaven. I floated in dreamland for another five minutes.

Nan's hand was between us again. "I feel like another drink," she whispered in my ear.

"They'll throw us out if I give you a drink here," I replied.

"Too bad, I guess I'll have another SOB."

When we got back to our table Cass was talking to a tall, skinny redhead dressed in a camisole and miniskirt. Was there an email list for Friday night dress codes? "Hey, guys, meet Jill. She and I bumped into each other on the dance floor and started talking."

I took drink orders and squeezed through the crowd towards the bar. Ten minutes later I was back.

"I hope that's cold because I am really hot." Nan took the frosted glass and rubbed it from one nipple across to the other. Then, putting down the glass, she pulled her camisole forward and fanned herself 'accidentally' giving me a generous look at her breasts.

"Me too," Jill exclaimed after we all watched Nan. With that she, too, pulled her camisole out and fanned. But she also pulled it down so that one nipple was completely exposed. If Cass hadn't been standing close, the whole bar would have seen the pink pebble.

After a good stare, I tore my eyes away and looked guiltily at Nan. She looked irked and I made a mental note to apologize so she wouldn't be jealous.

The four of us danced and drank for another hour. All of us rubbed against the others at some time: me and Nan, Cass and Jill, Nan and Jill, me and Cass, and, briefly, me and Jill. Finally, we decided to continue the party back at Nan and Cass's apartment. The two weren't steady so when we got outside I put my arms around both of them, but Cass put her arm around Jill. "I'll ride with Jill so she'll know how to get to the apartment."

"Fine, we'll see you there," Nan said. 

As soon as I slid into the driver's seat, she reached for my zipper. "Uh, maybe we should wait a few minutes." I looked around to see where the rent-a-cop was.

"I've been waiting since before you showed up tonight." Her head bent to kiss my cock as it emerged from my pants.

"I can't shift gears," I said as I pulled her up by the shoulders. "And as hot as you made me, you're liable to cause me to waste the first shot."

"I can't believe you're being so cruel to me," she said with a pout. She sat back in the seat but continued to lightly stroke my cock.

At the first red light, I slid my hand from the gearshift up her leg and under her skirt. Wetness! No panties! I thrust a finger between the bare lips.

"Oooooohh god, Jack! Your fingers feel so fuckin' good."

"That's because the fuckee is so good." I pulled my hand out as the light turned and stuck a finger in my mouth. "Good to the last drop."

We continued to play until I pulled into a parking space at Nan's apartment. "I dare you to walk to my apartment like that," she challenged.

I looked around. Nobody was outside, but around midnight on Friday a dozen people could show up in the next minute. 

"I'll do it if you'll take off your skirt and walk in with me." Hah! She'd never do that, so I've wiggled out of this.

Zzzzzip. She was sliding her skirt off. "Ready?" she asked. "You can't run, a normal walking pace. Come around and get me out."

So I got out of the car, adjusted my prick to be comfortable, went around and opened the door for her. We didn't talk going up the stairs. I think we were both nervous, but when we got to her door she didn't pull her key out of her purse. She turned to face me leaning against the door.

"Before you go in, you've got to lick me." She thrust a hand to her blond juncture and spread herself using two fingers.

I could smell her fragrance as I dropped to one knee, now heedless of any potential interruption or voyeur. I had to crouch low and crane my neck backwards to slip my tongue into her folds. I wiggled it around and then slowly and lightly lapped upward to her clit. I circled her clit several times and then began to flick it gently.

"Oh, oh, oh god! Jack stop or I'll collapse right here." She pushed my head away and fumbled in her purse for her key. The key jittered against the lock as she tried to calm down. Finally, she slid it in and turned the knob.

The room we entered was suffused with the woodsy fragrance of the candles Nan and Cass liked. The soft glow gave a sheen to the two topless women on one end of the couch. Jill was nursing on one of Cass's breasts while caressing the other one. Cass had a hand behind Jill's head. 

"Well, has somebody been having - uuuunhhhh," Cass moaned, "fun."

"Why don't you check for yourself." Nan strode over to the couch, leaned over and kissed Cass hard, and pulled Cass's hand from Jill's head to the blond juncture. 

"You've got a lake there," Cass exclaimed as she broke the kiss.

"Check out my lake," Jill requested as she moved to kiss Cass.

"C'mon, babe," I whispered in Nan's ear. "You interrupted something that I need to get back to." I guided her to the other end of the couch and knelt between her legs as she sat down.

I resumed the pleasurable task that had been interrupted outside the front door. As I swirled my tongue around, I looked up at Nan. She was moaning and gently humping my face, but her head was turned to watch the activity at the other end of the couch. I cut my eyes over that way. I could see Cass down to her boobs but not much more. I changed the angle of my head while still continuing to please Nan.

Now I could see that Cass was naked, her ankles locked behind Jill's head. I heard the wet sounds that Jill was making between Cass's legs but I couldn't see much of her. Cass and Nan were both moaning continually now.

"Oh god, Jill, you're so good. I love what you're doing to me. Oh god, your tongue, my clit, oh yeah." Cass kept up a steady commentary.

By contrast, Nan was subdued. "Oh, Jack! So soft and smooth, keep going, baby."

I inserted two fingers to rub on her G-spot as I continued to lap around that delicious pearl. I felt the random spasms that heralded Nan's approaching orgasm.

"Oh Jill! Oh Jill! Oh, oh, oh, oh, Jiiiill!" Cass exploded arching up off the couch for ten or twenty seconds and then collapsing back down.

"Unnngh, Uuuunnngh, ooooooooh!" Nan followed.

I had been a good boy keeping Nan from bringing me off in the car and now giving unselfishly to Nan's pleasure. (I didn't quite break my arm patting my back.) Now I needed to relieve some pressure. I knee-walked toward Nan, intending to screw her right there.

"Oh, Jack, you were good, but I feel a little sensitive right now. Give me a few minutes."

"I'm not sensitive. You can do me while I return Jill's favor." Cass slid to the floor as she urged Jill up on the couch. 

I could see now that Jill was also nude and had a completely bare mound. Being skinny, she reminded me of what I thought a 13-year old girl would look like. The idea didn't turn me on at all.

I pulled two cushions off the couch and moved them next to Cass's knees. Then I picked Cass up and slid the cushions under her. Now she was at the right height. She didn't miss a lap at the bare pussy in front of her.

I knew I wouldn't last long. I buried myself in three thrusts. Then I held myself there and just twitched my cock inside her. I also reached around and lightly rubbed her clit.

"Oh, Jack, too sensitive - just fuck me."

I started stroking slowly. On the second outward pull, I noticed Cass's asshole. With the cushions under her, Cass's butt was higher than her shoulders and she had her legs spread. The total effect was to open her completely to me. I wet one of my thumbs in my mouth, slobbering on it, and pushed the thumb into her.

"Nnnnhhh uh, uh, uuuhnnn." She didn't stop her delightful activity, but I could tell she liked my approach.

"Oh Cass, oh Cass, oh, oh, oh, god noooowwww," Jill wailed as she climaxed.

"Harder, Jack, harder," Cass commanded as she was now released from her ministrations.

"Here it comes!"

"Jack, yes, yes, yes, yeeesssss." Cass fell forward, her head in Jill's lap, her body vibrating.

I sat back on my heels and then slowly rolled to my side. I looked over at Nan for the first time since I pulled the cushions down. She was softly stroking her pussy lips with one hand and tugging gently at a nipple with the other while gazing at the other two women.

"One thing I've always wanted to try," stated Jill. She slipped from under Cass and got down on the floor. Inserting her head between Cass's thighs, Jill raised her head up and began to clean her.

"Oh Jill, that feels so good, so soft. It's so sexy when you eat me after he's come in me. You're doin' me so good. Maybe better than anybody. Oh, keep that up." Cass was talking softly, like she would to a lover not just a sex partner. Her head was turned toward the other end of the couch.

I heard Nan shift around. I looked up and she was leaning forward with an odd look on her face, almost as if she were about to cry. She slipped to the floor and moved over to hug Cass and kiss the back of her neck.

Cass turned her head and she and Nan kissed tenderly. "It's alright, baby," Cass murmured. They hugged as Jill continued to suck the fluids from Cass's pussy. 

Suddenly, I felt alone in the crowd. I dressed enough to be respectable. Then I let myself out. As I closed the door, I saw the three girls still entwined on the couch.

Linda was still up when I got home about 2:30. She was holding her robe closed as she came out to greet me. Just before she got to me, she let it go to give me a hug. I saw a flash of bare skin all the way down. Her right hand came up to touch my cheek, her left hand went behind me. I had no choice but to put one hand under her robe and the other over it.

"Jack, I was worried about you."

"You know when I go out with Nan things sometimes get very involved." I twisted my head to kiss her palm. I got a full whiff of feminine fragrance.

"Did they tonight?" Linda asked. She stretched up on her toes and licked my chin. "Why Jack! I think you've been a bad boy."

"Oh, I think some women would say that I was a very good boy."

"I bet you were." She licked around my lips and then gave me a quick peck before turning back down the hall. When she turned I still had one hand under her robe and I ended up with a handful of very nice tit.

"Naughty, naughty, but definitely very good," Linda called as she scampered through her door. 



Choices Ch. 09



Saturday morning I walked around the house cooling down after my run. The grass was a little shaggy. With any luck today would be the last cutting until spring. I started up the mower and began the repetitious back-and-forth pattern that suburban squatters are familiar with.

The boring work gave me time to think about my social dilemma. Nan was wild and exciting and beautiful. She was willing to share her bisexual playmates with me and would even recruit new ones, as the inclusion of Jill had shown last night. I didn't know if she expected me to allow her to have other men.

Jean, on the other hand, was sort of stodgy. We had done anal, but for the most part straight, vanilla sex seemed to be her limits. Of course, I had to admit that compared to Nan, 99.9 per cent of the population might be considered stodgy. And Jean was enthusiastic. In the looks department, Jean had a striking face and had style, but her body was slim and girlish, definitely not like Nan's. 

Kathy had been somewhere in between. She had never shown any interest in girls, although the girl-girl scenes in the occasional porn film we watched didn't turn her off. She had been daring, insisting on making love on the beach each night during a vacation to the US Virgin Islands. If we were out at night by ourselves, she would often pull my dick out of my pants and fondle it, once even sucking me. She had been very attractive with an average-sized figure, which she worked to keep in good shape.

Miscellaneous thoughts flitted around my head. Nan hadn't suggested any activities with Bobby. Since she was his teacher, she knew him well, but still I was slightly bothered. Being charitable to her, she might not want to get involved with him personally until the direction of our romance was decided. Then again, we had had vague discussions about her desires for children. She didn't see herself having a child for several more years, so she might feel saddled with Bobby if we got tightly involved.

To Jean's positives, as a parent she had more to think about and more to lose if something went wrong. I liked Rebecca and Jean seemed to like Bobby. During those we-really-aren't-talking-about-what-we're-really-talking-about talks, Jean had said that she had always wanted two or three kids indicating that there might be a hers-mine-and-ours situation for both of us to think about. 

Jean and I talked on a deeper level than Nan and I. Nan talked about her friends and about celebrities. It was much harder to get her to talk about where her life was going, what goals she had, how she was going to get there. I tried to remember when I was unattached before my marriage. Had I been the same way?

I pulled out the weed-whacker and trimmed up around the bushes. What did I want for the next ten years? For the rest of my life? I pondered that through my shower and shave.

"Okay, Bobby, mind your manners," Linda admonished him as she zipped up his coat. Then she straightened back up.

"Jack, remember I'm going out tonight. I know you won't be home early, but Sally and I and the girls are going for dinner and then we're going clubbing."

"You're going clubbing?" I arched an eyebrow.

"They have clubs for us old fogies, too," she replied with a smile. "I'm sure I'll be back before midnight, but don't wait up."

"Have I met this boy? Do I know his parents? Do you have a quarter for a phone call? No parking!" I repeated all the parent lines I had heard in high school, but with more of a grin than was ever on the face of the fathers that I met.

"Oh, you," Linda replied. "Get on out of here."

Jean had relented on letting Rebecca see me. Today she had suggested that we take the kids to a movie. The showing we picked was at 3:30 and we decided to have a late lunch at a McDonald's Playland near the theater. Bobby and I picked them up about 1:15. 

"Wow! You look good today," I greeted Jean with a peck on the lips and frank admiration. She was wearing a pink A-line dress that zipped up the front and set off her hair and complexion to perfection on this warmer-than-usual fall day. It exposed her gorgeous legs to about four inches above her knees.

"Well," she started. "Last week was sort of quiet, so I wanted to make sure you noticed me this week."

Last weekend had been the end of her period so we hadn't done more than snuggle and neck some. When I lifted an eyebrow, she shyly looked down. 

"I notice you every week. How could I ignore someone so beautiful," I gallantly asked.

After we had gotten our lunches, we went outside to the Playland. The lunchtime crowd had thinned out and Jean was able to pick a table in the corner where we could sit with our backs to the fence and still have good view of the kids in the play area.

"Eat your hamburger, Bobby, and then you can go play."

"You too, Rebecca," echoed Jean. The kids had chattered to each other about their respective schools all the way over, so they were able to take a short break to bolt down the burgers and fries before dashing to the chutes and ladders.

"They seem to get along well, don't they" I asked.

"I think it's that age where they can carry a conversation, but they are not old enough to be shy around new kids," Jean replied.

Jean started telling me about a new study that her branch was conducting about medical services on Indian reservations. After that, I began telling Jean about a German officer who was working at the Pentagon with me for several months. "So, Dieter has this idea that he thinks needs a decision immediately --"

"Wait a minute, Jack." She got up and went over to look more closely at the kids. 

"You two doing OK?"

"Yes, Mama." 

"Yes, Ms.Marlowe."

When she came back she plopped down at a table facing me. I was a little surprised since I thought we were both enjoying having our legs next to each other, but I also liked being able to look at her without twisting around.

As I started talking again, she crossed her legs showing a nice expanse of outside thigh. As we continued to talk, Jean leaned back resting her elbows on the table behind her. She uncrossed her legs showing some inside thigh. The gesture seemed deliberately slower than normal and I began to wonder if she were teasing me. She lifted her feet to the bench she was sitting on and wrapped her arms around her legs.

"Are you cold?"

"No, just stretching a little. I didn't do any this morning after my workout."

I resumed talking about Pentagon politics when I heard a shriek. I hopped right up. 

"Are you alright?" I counted two heads and I didn't see any blood spurting.

"Yes, Mr. Williams. Bobby just told me a funny joke."

I sat back down and resumed telling Jean about my week. I turned my attention from the kids back to her. Her feet had separated but her knees were still together. As a result, I could see her panties, but the panties didn't look quite right.

"So Dieter says to General ..." I stopped in the middle of my sentence. There weren't any panties. I looked up at Jean. She had a cat-who-ate-the-canary smile.

"Go on finish telling me about Dieter." She dropped her feet to the ground.

"Well, uh, well, so Dieter -- so Dieter goes to General Jones and asks him about the deployment plans." Jean crossed her legs slowly, but the angle was wrong. I couldn't see anything. Since most of my blood had gone from my big head to my little head, I couldn't think straight either. "Uh, Deployment says, rather Dieter says ..."

Jean moved from having her knees crossed to having one ankle on top of her knee. She began to bounce the other knee up and down. I just quit talking, wondering what she would do next. The knee elevated. Was that a flash of pussy? It dropped again. It elevated and she caught it in her hands. Now I was sure that I could see pussy, wasn't I? Her ankle slid off her knee and her skirt fell between her legs.

"Did I tell you about Emily's cat, a big, fat, furry kitty?" Jean started talking as my mouth continued to hang open. Emily was her next-door neighbor. "She lets it roam around the neighborhood. I've told her it might get lost, but she says that it always comes when called. What do you think?"

"Uh," I watched one foot rise to the plastic seat. "It'll probably come back to where it gets fed."

"But I worry about it getting EATEN. There are foxes and even coyotes reported around here. Those things get really hungry and fat pussies are probably delicious." The other foot joined the first one, but Jean had shifted so that her legs were pointed to the side. She paused in thought.

Suddenly, she swung around so that a foot was on each side of the seat. With her knees apart, I could see up to her belly button. "Would you worry about it being EATEN?"

"Well, I, uh, uh, I," I focused on her face and tried to sound coherent. Finally, I recovered. "Of course I'd worry about it being eaten. I have tasted cat before and I'd have to say that it is one of the finest tasting dishes I've ever been served."

"Oh, my," she fanned herself in Miss Pittypat style. "Well, I haven't tasted cat, but I worry about it being eaten properly. Do you know how to eat it properly?"

"I have it directly from the cat's mouth as it were. I was told that I could eat cat better than anyone else who'd ever tried. Do you believe that?"

"Hmmm," she looked at me speculatively. "Maybe I'll have to watch you and assess that skill personally later tonight." She dropped her feet back to the pavement.

Much to my disappointment, there were no further flashes while the kids played and we talked. About half an hour before show time, we piled the kids back into the car.

The theater was sparsely populated as befits an average kid's movie three weeks after the opening. We got seats about three-quarters of the way back. Jean put Bobby and Rebecca in one row towards the middle. We settled them in with popcorn and drinks. Then she pulled me to the next row. Just then the trailers started.

"I'm going to run to the restroom before the movie," she whispered. 

She got back just as the titles started rolling. I took her hand in mine and rested both of them on her knee.

After ten minutes or so, she picked up my hand and swung it around to her shoulder, our fingers still entwined. About two minutes later, she pulled my hand lower. It slipped over fabric, the edge of an open zipper and onto bare skin.

I turned my head in surprise. She looked up at me with smoldering eyes and tilted her head to be kissed. I leaned over and our lips joined, tongues fencing with each other. At the same time she pulled my hand lower and it slipped under her dress and over a springy nipple.

She moaned into my mouth as I gently tugged on the protuberance. I rubbed across it lightly with the palm of my hand. She lashed furiously at my tongue and then I felt her tense and shiver. She collapsed back down to her seat, the movement dislodging my hand from her breast back to her shoulder.

"Oh I needed that, but it only whetted my appetite," she managed to say after several deep breaths. "Wait until I get you home."

She teased me with occasional flashes of her breasts during the rest of the movie and I snuck in several hot, wet kisses myself. As the movie drew to a close, she zipped back up.

When we got back to Jean's condo, she fixed a quick dinner of Mac 'n Cheese with a broccoli side dish. Sometime, while she was bustling around the kitchen, her zipper had again opened and I had several flashes of hard brown nips. 

After dinner, the kids were cycled through the shower and into pajamas. They started watching TV, but the day had been too stimulating. Before the first half hour was done, they had both fallen asleep. I carried Rebecca to bed and then Bobby to the twin bed in Rebecca's room.

When I got back down, Jean had poured us each a glass of wine and had tucked herself up on the sofa. "Come here," she said patting the seat beside her. As I settled down, she brought her lips to mine for a tender, yet arousing, kiss.

"Jack," she started, "I really enjoyed today. Spending time with you and Bobby, having you two spend time with Rebecca and me. It all made me remember how wonderful a family is."

"I really liked it, too, Jean. Doing normal things with you and Rebecca, McDonald's, movies, other things," here I caressed her breast briefly and grinned. "But you've got a great daughter and you're a great mother." I pulled her into another kiss.

"You're so, so comfortable to be around," she continued. "I don't feel like I have to put on my best face all the time --"

"But you do have your best face on when I'm around and it's such a pretty face." I pecked her on the end of her nose.

"You know what I mean," she poked me on the arm. "We get along so well. We've got interests in common, the kids, our reading. I'm not as left wing as most of my co-workers. I guess what I'm saying is I really, really like being with you."

"I really, really like being with you, too, for all the reasons you just said. I feel that I can be comfortable, natural, with you and you'll accept me as I am."

"Me, too. That's exactly the way I feel. That I can act like me and that none of my wild and crazy side will offend you." Her smile lit up her face.

She reached for me again, pulling my lips to hers. This time she was more insistent, more like the vixen in the darkened theater. After a minute or two of kissing, I began to lightly run my fingertips over her bare arms. Up to her shoulders and down her back slowly caressing until I felt the swell of her hips. Then my fingers moved slowly back up until I was lightly teasing her neck. She finally broke the kiss.

"I was naughty today," she stated in a little-girl voice. She hung her head.

"What did you do," I demanded.

"Well," she paused seemingly afraid to tell me. "I forgot to put on panties today. Some man might have been able to see under my skirt."

"What would he have seen under your skirt?"

"Well, he might have seen between my legs."

"What would he see between your legs?"

"He would have seen my kitty."

"Did you let a man see your kitty?"

"I didn't mean to. It was an accident. I was trying to stretch my legs and he was right across from me and I didn't do it on purpose, really, really."

"Really, really? Are you sure you didn't do it on purpose? You must tell me the truth," I said in my best alpha male voice.

"Well, the first time was an accident --"

"The first time! How many times did you do it?"

"He seemed so surprised. I thought it was fun to surprise him and tease him again."

"That was naughty. What should I do to punish you?"

"Punish me? Oh, don't spank me. It hurts some when you spank me. Please don't spank me."

"Naughty girls must be punished. Get on your knees and lean over the back of the sofa."

"Please don't spank me. I promise I won't do it again. Please, pretty please?"

"If you don't obey me, it'll just get worse." She reluctantly turned and bent over the back of the sofa.

I pulled her dress up until it lay across her back. "Spread your legs and show me what you showed that man."

She separated her knees. I could see her inner lips pushing out and wetness on them. "Did you get wet when that man looked at your kitty?"

"Oh, I couldn't help it. He seemed to like looking so much."

"I bet he did. Well, I have to punish you so you won't do this every day. I think ten spanks is enough, considering this is your first time. I want you to count them out loud as I spank you."

I had never spanked a girl before. I figured to try for light spanks, maybe what it would feel like if you were clapping your hands. If she wanted something harder, I'm sure she would tell me.

Smack! "One."

Smack! "Two" 

...

Smack! "Ten."

Both cheeks were pink. As I stepped back to survey the results, I could see her cream running down her legs. "You won't do that again will you?"

"I'll try to remember to put them on every day."

"You do that. I think I ought to do something to soothe where I spanked you." I had a sudden impulse to kiss her cheeks. I pecked once on each side. Then I licked and blew on each cheek. I loved looking at her skin so closely. I licked several more times. I licked slowly back and forth while I reached underneath to her clit. She shivered.

"Oh, Jack, that feels nice," she said as she spread her legs a little wider, giving me better access. "You're cooling my skin but making me all hot inside."

I turned around sitting on the floor with my back to the couch. I gently lifted one of her legs so that I could lay my head back on the seat. "Let me show you how to eat cat," I said as I pulled her hips down to my face.

"You really do know how to eat cat. Oh, you're teasing now." She was trying to press down on my tongue, but I kept turning my face away kissing her legs or tummy. When she let up, I went back to flicking her button with the lightest pressure. After several minutes, I pushed two fingers into her channel as I continued to lick.

"Oh god, sooooo nice. You make me feel so good, so wonderful, so magical."

Another few minutes of tonguing and stroking was all it took. I felt several spasms around my fingers. "Oh, oh, oh," she cried softly. Then she thrust down on my face and trapped me there for ten or fifteen seconds. "I can't stay up any more," she stated as she slipped sideways and fell into the corner of the couch.

I moved up beside her and gathered her in my arms. I kissed around her eyes, her nose, and her cheeks. "You are so wonderful." 

She lay there relaxed for several more minutes. Then she wrapped an arm around my neck and pulled her face up to mine for a kiss, her tongue darting into my mouth. Breaking the kiss quickly, she washed my lips and chin with her tongue. "No wonder you were so good. I taste real good tonight, don't I?"

As she leaned up for another kiss, her hand outlined my boner through my slacks. "What do we have here, huh? Did you hide a banana from me?"

After the next kiss, she used both hands to unbuckle, unbutton and unzip me. "Just for little ol' me? You are so generous." She stroked it several times. 

Suddenly, she hopped up and disappeared down the hall. I was surprised and didn't know what was going on. "Honey," I called.

Right as I started to get up she was back. "Just thought I ought to get some towels," she said dropping two on the coffee table. "Stand up."

When I did, she spread a towel on the couch. Dropping to one knee, she pulled down my slacks and shorts. "Okay, sit."

After I returned to the couch, she lifted one leg and removed my shoe, sock and the rest of my clothes from that leg. She continued with the same actions for the other leg. "Take your shirt off. Now I can get to you properly."

"I shouldn't be the only one undressed here." 

"Fair enough," she said. Grabbing the bottom of her dress she pulled it over her head and threw it to the side.

"That's much better," I said while reaching for a nipple.

"Uh, uh, uh. You've had your fun. Now it's my turn."

I thought back and counted two, maybe three orgasms for her and none for me. As she began stroking me again, it didn't seem the time to argue.

She kneeled up and leaned in for a kiss. One arm went around my neck, but the other hand began to drag her fingernails over my chest.

"I love touching you. I love the feel of your muscles under your skin. I love the way you hold me, so strong and yet gentle in that strength." Her head dropped down and she began to nibble on my neck. Her hand began to tease my cock again.

She nibbled southward to one of my nipples and started flicking it like I would to a woman. Kathy had liked to do that also. It didn't do much for me, but I had learned to enjoy it as something she enjoyed. I moaned some from the nipple licking but more from one of Jean's fingers caressing my cock head.




Choices Ch. 09



Jean's kisses continued southward. Soon my cock head was enveloped in her soft lips and warm, wet mouth. Now she brought full attention to all of my erogenous area. Lips and tongue continued to tease the upper half of my cock. One hand slowly stroked the base of my cock while the other urged my legs apart to let her caress my balls.

Her mouth left me as she moved between my spreading legs. When she settled again, she resumed stroking with her hand, but extended her tongue to swirl it in the hair around my cock. She pulled my cock up to lick around the top of my balls as her other hand lifted them to her mouth. She traced random patterns across my sack and then lifted it higher to tongue the underside. "Put your feet up on the couch," she instructed as she pushed upward on one leg.

As I hooked my heels on the front of the couch, I let my knees flop open. Jean resumed licking and kissing, now venturing onto my inner thighs, now back to the base of my cock, then down over my balls again. Underneath, on the sensitive skin, she changed to puppy dog lapping, the coolness of the wet contrasting pleasantly with the heat I felt inside.

Jean changed tactics again, her pointed red digit tracing out on one thigh and back on the other. After one last swirl on the underside of my balls, she started descending. I'd never had a girl lick me on the tender skin between balls and ass and my temperature went up several degrees. Then she went further down. 

Was she going to lick THERE? The thought almost caused my ejaculation. I barely held off when her tongue passed over my small pucker. Then it returned, pressing gently inward. I reflexively clenched, but she was insistent. After a few seconds, I relaxed enough to let her penetrate. Now she began to slowly push in and pull out.

After thirty or forty-five seconds, she moved upwards, capturing my cock between her lips. As her mouth descended, I felt her push a finger inside my ass. Her saliva lubricated the penetration and I was already relaxed for the invasion. She slipped smoothly in until I felt her rub my prostate. Suddenly, my cum boiled out of my balls and up my shaft. "Oh, god, Jean! I'm cumming. Oh, god."

My hips arched forcing me further into her mouth. Spurt after spurt hit her throat as she held me in that wet cavern. When my hips dropped back weakly on the couch, I felt like a pool of jelly. I puddled there for a minute or two.

Jean sat back on her heels, pumping me several times to make sure I was finished. Then she looked up at me. I reached one hand toward her, and she climbed up beside me. I pecked her several times on the lips. "That was stupendous. I've never had a climax that intense."

I kissed her lovingly and tasted myself as our tongues rubbed together. When we separated, Jean grabbed the other towel and pulled it over us like a small blanket. We sat holding each other for a long time, occasionally kissing and murmuring to each other, before I stood up and began to pull my clothes on. Jean shimmied back into her dress. I used the guest bathroom to splash some water in my face to wake me up. Then I carried Bobby to the car and walked back to the door to say goodbye. We shared one last long, loving kiss before I drove off.

I arrived home shortly after midnight. Linda had arrived only a few minutes before. She had shed her heels, but still wore the flowing cocktail pants and lacy top from her clubbing adventure. Although her bright eyes told me that she was maintaining a glow from earlier in the evening, she was sipping a glass of wine. 

"Has Katy driven home already?" I asked.

"Hi, Major Williams. I'm almost home." Katy's voice squawked out of the cell phone that Linda held up. "I'm in the driveway. Now I'm walking through the door. Have a nice night."

"You, too," we both replied in unison as Linda punched the End button.

"Let's see how your evening went." Linda gave me a hug and rose on tiptoe to sniff my cheek. "No action tonight?" She pulled her head back to look at me and smirked a little.

"A gentleman never licks, er, kisses and tells," I replied. "How about you?"

"Some dances, some gropes, but nothing of more than passing interest. Still, it's great just to be back in the world. Hey, you and Jean didn't have a fight did you?" She frowned at me.

"No. We got all sweaty together, but I got too sweaty or too something. So I splashed water on my face before coming home. Must have washed the traces away."

"Well, just remember, we have traditions to uphold around here. Want to give me any details to make up for washing away the taste?" As usual after my dates, she was slowly rubbing on my leg.

"I could tell you that Jean sometimes doesn't wear much under her dresses."

"Lots of women go braless, especially if they're slender like Jean"

"But do lots of women go braless AND panty-less in a mini-dress?"

She stopped rubbing and looked at me hard. "Oh, Jack, you've got to tell me more. She let you finger her in the movie?"

"At MickeyD's and there wasn't anybody else around. I didn't feel her up, but she flashed me several times. Now that's all you're getting. Go to bed." I swatted her rear end as she darted off down the hall.



Choices Ch. 10



In memory of my editor, adetaildiva.

*

On Friday night, two weeks later, I had to work late. We initiated an overseas movement for training on short notice. It had been on our schedule and was a surprise only to the battalion that had to move. However, I had to stay in the office until our part of the movement order had been fulfilled and everything had passed to Ft. Bragg.

When I cleaned up around 8:30, I called Nan's cell. "Finally, done here, beautiful. Do you want to get together?"

"I'm at The Purple Giraffe," Nan replied. "Why don't you come get me? I took a taxi."

"Be there as soon as I can go home and change," I confirmed. I breezed through my house grabbing a quick shower and a looking in on Bobby. Linda had gone out with some of her friends and Katy was babysitting.

"You've got my cell number and Linda's too?"

"Yes, Major Williams."

Jean was out of town this weekend. She and Rebecca were delivering Christmas presents to her folks. I was thinking about asking Nan to go to a swanky new restaurant tomorrow night. Tonight I was a horny male on the prowl, ready for some hot sweaty sex. Tomorrow night could be slower and more loving.

I finally got to The Purple Giraffe about 9:45. As usual on a Friday night, the place was packed and it took me a while to find Nan. She was occupying a stand-up table with a shorter girl.

"Hi, babe," I said giving her a quick kiss. "How're you holding up?"

"I'm not holding up, I'm holding down the table," she replied. Her loud laugh at her own weak witticism told me she'd already had several of the potent Sex-On-The-Beach drinks. "Jack, meet Aaliyah. Aaliyah just got out of the Israeli Army and is taking some time off before getting a job."

"Glad to meet you." I did a quick once over trying not to embarrass myself or make her feel uncomfortable. If she had just gotten out of the Army, she had had a desk job. "Where is Cass?"

"Jill got tickets to a play at the Kennedy Center and she invited Cass." Nan almost spat the words out.

"So, Aaliyah," I smoothly changed the subject. "Is this your first trip to the States?"

After a few minutes of banter, Nan upended her glass. "Jack, you've got two thirsty ladies tonight."

I hadn't gotten a drink yet, so I was happy to mount an expedition. As I joined the crowd crushing up to the bar for drinks, I was able to watch Nan. She was easily the prettiest girl I saw here tonight. She might not beat Cindy Crawford in looks, but she didn't miss by much. I was also able to appraise Aaliyah without embarrassing her or me. She was several inches shorter than Nan with black hair and olive skin. She wasn't stacked like Nan, but what I thought of as cuddly curvy.

As the rows of guys in front of me were slowly served and slithered on their way, I watched the interactions between the two women I was now escorting. Chattering animatedly, Nan occasionally touched Aaliyah's arm or hand as they stood close together, facing each other. Suddenly, they both exploded in a knee-slapping laugh. As they recovered and moved back close again, Aaliyah stretched upward and whispered in Nan's ear causing a brief giggle. Aaliyah stood back down, one breast rubbing all the way down Nan's arm before moving back a few inches.

"What'll ya have?" I got my order of two Sex-On-the-Beach and a beer and threaded back to the table without any spills.

"Thanks, babe." Nan patted my hand as I set the drinks down. She turned back to her new girlfriend.

As the girls yammered on about the latest chick flick, I soon became intoxicated with the girly smells wafting up at me. Her hair had a fresh shampoo smell. I put one hand on her waist and slid against her back. She was wearing a sleeveless dress with a deeply plunging neckline. All that exposed skin permitted her spicy perfume to tickle my nose. The fact that she was braless, or maybe the dress had a self-bra, allowed tantalizing views from above and behind. I tried to follow the conversation, but my eyes kept wandering down. After one visual excursion, I looked up and Aaliyah was grinning at me. She winked and continued with the conversation.

"Come on, let's dance." Nan pulled me toward the floor as the ice cubes rattled in the newly empty glass on the tabletop. She grabbed Aaliyah with her other hand. We squeezed past two or three people and began gyrating like everyone else, Nan in front of me, Aaliyah off to the side of us.

Nan took a step forward and shimmied against me for a few seconds. Spinning around she pushed her ass into my groin and rubbed. Reaching to the side she pulled Aaliyah in front of her. Then Nan stepped forward and shimmied up against Aaliyah. Aaliyah spun and pressed back into Nan. Aaliyah spun out and placed her hands on Nan's hips. Nan spun and backed into her midsection. As Nan moved side to side, the hands slid slowly from her hips to her tummy and then drifted a little lower

I had become partially aroused while watching them dance. Nan glanced down and smiled as she looked back up at me. Aaliyah stopped dancing and went up on tiptoes to whisper in Nan's ear. Nan nodded her head in agreement. She grabbed my hand and pulled me back off the floor

When we got to our table, Nan tossed down the liquid remains of the ice cubes. "We've got to visit the Ladies Room."

I was left nursing my beer and guarding the remains of their drinks. I don't know about other guys, but when I end up in these situations, I feel sort of foolish. One guy, three drinks, isolated like I'd forgotten my deodorant. You can't start a conversation with anyone. The guys there want to talk to girls, not another guy. The girls might be interested in talking, but what are you going to say when your date returns, to either the new girl or your date. There's not even anything interesting to look at on the walls.

Finally, the ladies came back. They were still gabbing. Aaliyah was leading the way. When they got to the table, she stopped in front of her drink. Nan stopped too, standing close beside her. She put her arm on Aaliyah's back. As she swung in toward the table the light hit her neck, illuminating what looked like a small smudge of lipstick. I looked at Aaliyah. The lipstick on her upper lip was slightly smeared. Aaliyah put her empty glass down.

"I'm ready to go, Jack," Nan directed.

I took the last two gulps of beer, and we squirmed our way back to the door. The late fall cold cleared my head like a slap after the heat and sweat of the club. The girls threw on their wraps.

"Brrrr, I'm cold," Nan exclaimed.

"We can cuddle to keep warm," Aaliyah replied, putting an arm around Nan's waist. Nan responded in kind as I led them to my car.

I opened the door and held it as Nan flopped down. She surprised me by pulling Aaliyah into her lap. "I still need to warm up," she explained as she pulled the door closed.

I thought that was my job, but I trotted around and swung under the steering wheel. "Where to?" I asked as I started the car. I looked over and saw the girls in a heated kiss.

When I reached the street, I stopped to look left and then right. The girls were still kissing, but Nan had one eye open looking at me. She continued the kiss but reached one hand over to rub my cock. Grabbing hold of it, she closed her eyes again, connecting the three of us through her body.

When I was caught at a stoplight, I looked again. Nan was leaning back on the headrest. Aaliyah was kissing her neck and one hand had disappeared inside Nan's coat.

As soon as I parked the car at Nan's apartment, the girls jumped out and ran up the stairs, stopping for a quick kiss on each landing. Once through the door, their coats sailed toward a chair and they fell together on the couch. I dropped into a chair across from them.

They kissed and nibbled and nipped as clothes were slowly pushed to the floor. Once both were naked, they locked in another long, steamy kiss. When their lips parted, Aaliyah licked down to Nan's nipple.

For the first time since we had gotten inside, Nan looked over at me. Her eyes were unfocussed at first. As she registered my presence, her eyelids snapped open. 

"Jack, come over here," she requested patting the seat next to her. I moved across the room and sat. Aaliyah was teasing the nipple closest to me, and her head was between us.

"A little overdressed, aren't we?" She smiled at me and tugged on my belt. With Aaliyah in the way she couldn't do more.

I stood and shucked off my clothes. The two girls were kissing again. As I resumed my seat, Aaliyah moved down to the far nipple. Nan reached out with her arm to pull me in to a kiss. When we broke apart, she pushed my shoulder down. "Jack, screw me, please."

She slouched down further on the couch so that her pussy was thrust off the edge. I slid to the floor and knee walked around until I was between her legs. I fitted my cock head in her lips and rubbed up and down several times. She spread her legs wider as I started thrusting forward. I watched where we joined, seeing the pink lips grasp and release me as I was going in and out.

When I looked up, the girls were kissing. At least I thought so. All I could see was the back of Aaliyah's head and upper body and Nan's tummy down to where we joined. The sights and sounds of the evening had over-stimulated me. I knew I wouldn't last long. I slowed my thrusts, but in about two minutes I felt my cum start to churn up my cock. "I'm going to come," I stated and spurted into Nan's pussy.

When I was finished, I moved weakly to the side and sat on the floor. I watched Aaliyah's hand move between Nan's legs and a finger delicately trace down and up the swollen lips. "I want to suck it out of you," she growled into Nan's ear.

"Lie down," Nan commanded. "I want to eat you, too." The shorter girl lay back.

The blond stood, took two steps, and swung one knee to the back of the couch. Bringing the other up, she hunched her pussy over the waiting mouth. Leaning forward, she pulled on one of the splayed out legs urging both legs into the air. As the blond leaned further, she hooked her elbows behind the knees and levered the black-haired pussy upward. 

I could see the drooling lips and the proudly erect clitoris for a few seconds before Nan's head blocked the view. The wet, slurping sounds were all around me. I reached out and softly stroked Nan's neck and down her back.

She wriggled and lifted her head. "Don't! That tickles. Give me a few minutes with Aaliyah, and then you can join in again."

Before her head descended again, I could see she had two fingers in the pink furrow and another one in the smaller rosette. There were more wet sounds.

"God! Your juice tastes so sweet," moaned Aaliyah. "And his spunk is a great sour-sharp flavor."

I looked towards the other end and saw an arm moving back and forth. For a while all I could hear were soft, sibilant sounds, punctuated occasionally with a squeak from the couch.

"Oh, do me! Do me right! Just like that! I'm cumming!" Aaliyah threw her head back as she rocked her body back and forth in orgasm. Nan continued to lick for another minute and then she moved back upright, her thighs framing the black hair below. She continued to hold the legs apart and I could see both holes, wet and open in front of me.

"Jack, fuck her ass while she licks me."

Watching the last ten minutes and seeing Aaliyah's orgasm had revived me. I moved up on the couch as Nan moved to again straddle the head and descend on to the waiting tongue. I dipped my cock into the open pussy in front of me. When I guessed I had gotten enough juice to lubricate my back-door entry, I shifted and began a slow pressure on the tighter hole below. I needn't have worried. I slid in easily as the ring of muscles relaxed and opened further. Soon I was snapping my hips back and forth.

Nan pulled my shoulders to her and we kissed. The Israeli's juice on Nan's face had a sharper taste than any girl I remembered, but it was not unpleasant. The kiss continued and I pumped slowly for a long period before I felt Nan begin to tense up. 

She broke the kiss and began to rub her pussy back and forth over the face below. She reached down and used her fingers to open her lips wider to the soft probe underneath. Her other hand steadied her position against me, evidently trying to adjust all the angles.

"Jack, she's on my clit just right. It feels wonderful. Oh god, I'm burning up."

I, too, felt a blaze begin rushing out of my balls and into the dark channel of Aaliyah's ass. "Take this up your ass, now," I ejaculated.

"Jack, Jack! Kiss me. Kiss me hard." Nan dug her fingernails into my shoulders as our lips merged and her tongue thrust into my mouth.

We broke apart, each gasping for air. I rocked back on my heels. Nan slumped forward sliding her head over the soft belly below. Within fifteen or twenty seconds, I had softened enough that my cock slipped back outside. I continued to hold Aaliyah's legs in the air as much for my balance as anything.

Nan had a close-up view when my spunk began to ooze back out. "I can't waste that," she exclaimed.

She slid forward. I saw her mouth open and her tongue extend just before the small hole disappeared from view. I could hear a sucking sound and a slurp. Then I saw her cheeks hollow out as she thrust her tongue forward.

"That's it. Swab my butt and make it better," Aaliyah lazily described what she wanted. "Yeah, taste his spunk. Suck it out and swallow. It tastes so good, doesn't it? You told me it did at the club and you were right. It tastes good and it feels good when it goes inside. Yeah, be a slut and eat it all."

Nan continued swabbing around, moving back and forth from the little hole to the larger one and back. Suddenly, Aaliyah began to tug on Nan's hips. "My clit, baby, my clit."

Nan tucked her chin and flicked at the desired spot. It wasn't but a few seconds before Aaliyah had another orgasm. Nan turned around and lay down next to the brunette and hugged her. They were kissing each other lightly when I slumped back in the corner of the couch and dozed off.

I could hear murmurings as I slowly came awake. The first voice I heard clearly was Nan's. "Cass will be so jealous." 

"I'm just so thankful," Aaliyah replied. "You're so beautiful; I can't believe I hooked up with a girl so beautiful my first night in Washington."

I began to sit up. "You're back from the dead," Nan observed. The two women were still cuddled at the other end of the couch.

Now that the alcohol and lust had worn off, I found the situation weird. "You girls wore me out. I've got to get home." 

I began to search around for my clothes. I retrieved my shorts from under the coffee table. I found my pants in the corner and pulled them on. I was looking around for my socks when we all heard the key in the lock. Time stood still as Cass and Jill spilled through the door tossing their coats into a heap. When they looked up, their mouths dropped open.

"Hi, Cass," Nan greeted them. I took in Cass's cocktail dress, a burgundy color with spaghetti straps. Jill was in basic black. "Too bad you couldn't get here earlier," Nan continued. She turned her head and kissed Aaliyah hard.

There was no sound in the room when they broke apart. Jill turned to Cass, and putting one hand behind her head, pulled the girl into a kiss. The other hand she used to pull the strap off one shoulder and down far enough to expose the breast. When the kiss broke, Jill dipped her head and extended her tongue to tease the nipple, which wrinkled to attention. She lifted her head and smirked at Nan.

I saw Nan's lip tremble. Then the tears cascaded out of her eyes. She jumped from the couch, and sobbing loudly, she fled down the hall. 

The slamming of a door broke the momentary stasis.

"Nan!' Cass cried out and ran after her roommate. We heard a door open and close gently.

"Ladies, I think we ought to go. Can I give you a lift?"

Aaliyah sprang off the couch and began putting on clothes.

"I've got my own car," Jill frostily declared. "You don't have to wait for me."

"I'm not waiting for you, but I will escort you out." I locked eyes with Jill until she looked away. Soon all three of us heard the door click shut behind us. 

I fiddled around in my car until I saw Jill leave the complex. Then I drove Aaliyah toward where she was staying. 

"Thanks for taking me back." It had been very quiet for the first few minutes of the ride. "Uh, I uh, forgot to get Nan's cell number. Do you have it?"

"You want to steal my girlfriend from me, and you expect me to give you the phone number to do it?" The confusion caused by Nan's actions tonight boiled over and I was raising my voice, if not shouting. Aaliyah cringed back against the door.

"Jack, I'm not trying to steal your girlfriend. For one thing, I'm only going to be in Washington a week or two, a few more in the US and then back to Israel. I only want a little fun here."

"Secondly, Nan seems to be in love with you. She was telling me about you, about your little boy and how much she enjoys being with you. But you've got to realize she has a strong sex drive towards both sexes. She'll always want a girlfriend around. I've got a girlfriend back in Israel like that. I enjoy men and women, but I could settle down with a girl or a guy and not miss anything. Nan needs both."

"So I'm supposed to accept her pushing me aside?" I wasn't ready to give up being mad so easily.

"She didn't push you aside. She took care of you first. In fact, she took care of me, too, before she got off."

Before she got out, I gave her the phone number. I don't know if I did it because she was just so nice, or if I was just so dumb.

On the way home I had a long discussion with myself. 

On the one hand, I enjoyed Nan and the benefits she brought me. She shared her bedmates with me and didn't act jealous. Shouldn't I give her the same treatment?

On the other hand, I wasn't sure about being in a relationship where there might continually be multiple partners. I enjoyed the wild side, but I didn't know if I could put up with all that intensity. You can't eat dessert all the time.

On the third hand, I enjoyed Nan's body; I enjoyed Cass's body; I enjoyed Aaliyah's body; even Jill's body, which I hadn't enjoyed, had prompted my other playmates to give me indirect joys.

On the fourth hand, I was feeling like a small-town southern boy. Maybe I was not socially adept enough for a big-city girl.

AW, CRAP! I was debating myself and losing.

By the time I got home, I was feeling really unhappy. Linda noticed immediately.

"Something wrong, Jack?" She gave me her welcome-home hug.

"I just had a very odd experience."

"Want to talk about it?"

"I do, but I need to sort out what happened in my mind. I'm staying home tomorrow night, so maybe then."

"Okay. You know I'm available to talk whenever you feel like it."

Bobby and I spent the next day Christmas shopping. Of course the first stop was to visit Santa. We got to the mall early, so we only had a thirty-minute wait instead of the ninety minutes an afternoon visit would require. Then we began the male strategy of shopping.

Men are hunters, women are gatherers. You can see this in shopping strategies. A woman looking for clothes will enter a store and walk over to a table of blouses, read some price tags, spread out a blouse, riffle through a stack checking the colors. Then she'll wander to a dress rack, pull one out and hold it up in the light, turn it around, check the lining and pockets, stick it back on the rack. Then it's off to the slacks. What colors are available in her size? Look at the next size down. Maybe they're cut a little large. Wander to some other racks or tables. An hour or so later she might return after hitting two other stores and buy a blouse she saw on the first table.




Choices Ch. 10



I had a list of people and the presents we were going to get for each. The first on the list was a shearling coat for Linda. It would be expensive, but I couldn't manage without her. Also, I had seen the crowd she ran with and how they dressed. Linda was no slouch in the looks department, but she was living in a city where appearances were important. She was no longer in a sleepy college town.

Bobby and I entered the store and went directly to the coat area and immediately to the rack of leather coats. The colors were white, black or tan. Within five minutes, I had guided Bobby to pick out the best color for Linda and my MasterCard was verifying my credit-worthiness.

So it went. Sight game; stalk game; shoot game. Mission accomplished. My Nan-and-Jean problems were thrust to a dark closet in my mind and shut away. The cheeriness of the holidays and being with my son was all I worried about.

We shopped for parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and miscellaneous relatives that come with Southern families. At six o'clock, we walked back into the house tired, but done for another year.

Linda had fixed a hot stew with apple crisp for desert, which Bobby and I fell upon like the starving hunters we were. Bobby even managed to stay awake for another chapter of Alice In Wonderland before nodding off. After I tucked him in, I went downstairs and fixed myself a double scotch on the rocks.

Linda was reading a book and half-watching something on television. "Last night was weird. Let me give you the view from ten thousand feet. If you need more detail, ask. We've shared a lot and I think this may be important."

"Okay." She closed the book and muted the television.

"When I met Nan at The Purple Giraffe close to 10 o'clock, she was talking to another girl. I bought drinks, but Nan continued to talk to this gal, sort of ignoring me."

"Was she mad at you for being late?"

"Nah. I had told her earlier in the week that I might have to work late, so I don't think she was mad about that. I wasn't too concerned. I know women love to gab and sometimes I'm fine just listening. But then the three of us went to dance. She danced with me some, but she danced with the other girl a lot."

"Well, you already knew she likes girls."

"Yeah, and again this didn't bother me at the time. I've certainly benefited from her likes. So we go back to her apartment. On the way, she's got this gal in her lap and they're making out. She grabs me but just holds on, focused on the new gal."

"Okay."

"At her place, they're together and paying me no attention. I'm watching, but it's like through a window. I'm not part of this. Finally, Nan calls me over and asks me to, uh, uh-"

"Perform intercourse? Do the dirty deed?" Linda grinned at my hesitation in telling her.

"Yeah. Nan slid down so that her, uh, pussy was at the edge of the couch. We'd done this before, so I moved around. But by the time I got into position, Aaliyah, the other girl, had moved to kiss Nan and was almost lying across her. All I could see was the lower half. It was like I was using a plastic doll, a beautiful and warm plastic doll, but no interaction."

"When I finished, the two girls went back to each other in a 69. Well, Nan licked around down there for a while and then pulled Aaliyah's legs up and all but ordered me to do her anally. I was able to, um, rise to the occasion, but as soon as I finished, Nan was back down there licking everything up. When she finished, the two of them cuddled away from me."

"So you felt left out?"

"Yep, alone and ignored."

"Well, it would be hard to balance three people. You remember my story. Dan might have felt left out some, but I tried to include him. Then also, the new partner throws things out of whack."

"But that's not the capper." I went on to describe the final scene with Cass. "I think Nan is in love with Cass."

"You don't think she loves you?"

"I'm not sure. I thought she loved me. When I was in Saudi, I got to talk to our liaison with the Saudi Army. They allow four wives there."

"Go on."

"He said that the Prophet allowed four wives, but that you have to love them equally. I don't think that's possible. If Nan loves me and Cass, then she has to decide."

Linda contemplated this for a few minutes. I was silent waiting for her comment.

"What about you?" She looked directly into my eyes. It was a parent-to-child look that demanded an answer.

"What about me? This isn't my fault. Nan has to decide."

"What about YOU?" Linda repeated her question.

"Oh." The question had suddenly become clear. I had to decide. "I guess I've got a little more thinking to do."

I took my drink to my room and plugged in my ear buds. I started my Classic Country play list. Tonight was a night for songs about love gone wrong.



Choices Ch. 11



In memory of my editor, adetaildiva.

*

Sunday after church I called Nan and asked her to dinner that evening. Nothing much was said until we had our drinks.

"I'm sorry about the other night," she started.

"Nan, I think we need to break this off."

"No. I don't want to. I admit I made a mistake. I shouldn't have ignored you like that."

"Nan, wait. It's not about the other night, although that triggered it. You're a great woman and some day you'll find a man who's just right for you. I'm not that man."

"It's that other bitch, isn't it? What did she say?" Her voice was rising. A couple nearby looked at us.

"Nan, it's me. I'm a lot older than you. You need someone younger. You'll find someone."

"You bastard!" The whole restaurant could hear now. "You had your playtime and now you're gonna leave!" She threw her drink in my face and followed it with her ice water into my lap as she rose. "Don't you EVER call me, you son of a bitch!"

I stayed seated as she stormed out. We were only a few blocks from her apartment. She could walk back at this time of night or catch a cab. This was a first for me. I'd been yelled at before, even in public. But I'd never had a drink thrown in my face. I thought that happened only in movies. And an ice water after that? Nan was creative.

I signaled the waiter and he brought over a bar towel and then went to ring up the check. I gave him a good tip, so he didn't suffer by having his table turn over so quickly.

When I got back to the house, Linda was still in the process of getting Bobby in bed. I grabbed the phone and went in to my study.

"Jean? Hi. It's Jack. I just wanted to make sure you got back okay."

"Well, being able to take a few comp hours means I missed the traffic out. Rebecca and I stopped south of Fredericksburg for an early supper. That put us in Richmond after their rush hour, so it was an easy trip. Mom and Dad were great to be with and I got to see my brother and his wife. The twins are just adorable."

"That's great. Um, look, I wanted to ask you about next weekend. I thought maybe Friday we'd take the kids to Chuck E. Cheese. If you and Rebecca could bring overnight bags, we'll take the kids to the Zoo for the Christmas display. Then I'm sure Linda would enjoy spending time with both kids and we can go out to dinner."

There was a distinct pause.

"Wait, I'm confused over dates here. You want to go to Chuck E. Cheese, the Zoo, and take me to dinner on which day?"

"Friday, Chuck E. Cheese with the kids. Saturday during the day, Zoo with the kids. Saturday night, us alone wherever you want to be."

"Friday night with the kids. Saturday day with the kids. Saturday night, just us." I could hear a dawning realization in her voice.

"Yes and I'd like you and Rebecca to spend the weekend here."

"Jack, we'd love to."

Since we were coming from different directions, on Friday Jean and Rebecca met Bobby and me at Chuck E. Cheese. Once we had ordered, the kids were allowed to go to a nearby game. 

Conversation between Jean and I was mundane until after the pizza had been served and the kids returned to the nearby games. "Where were you thinking about going tomorrow night?" she asked. I named a restaurant in Arlington that was very upscale.

"Jack, that's very expensive."

I took her hands in mine. "This week I want to celebrate you coming back to me from Richmond. Next week I want to take you out for a Christmas celebration and then on Christmas Eve, I'd like to get a baby sitter for the kids and take you and Linda out for a special meal before we go to Midnight Service."

"Did you think Rebecca and I were moving back home?"

"No, but I still want to celebrate."

"Okay, but I don't want to have another fancy dinner next Friday night."

"Well then, let me cook a spaghetti dinner at your place Friday night and I'll take you out Saturday night."

"So, two weekends in a row you want to take me out Friday and Saturday nights."

"Yes."

"Is this going to change again in January?"

"Possibly. I would like to think of a way to get together with you and the kids on Tuesdays or Wednesdays, but I haven't come up with a reasonable approach."

"What about my competition?" There. She had asked the question that she needed answered. I felt her hands tighten in mine.

"You have no competition. I decided and finalized that last weekend while you were away. That's one of the reasons we're celebrating this weekend. At least I hope we're celebrating." Her hands gripped mine harder. Was it possible she had changed her mind? Had I let her slip away by not being decisive?

Suddenly, she relaxed and broke into a shy smile. "Say that again."

"You have no competition. I was foolish not to see it earlier." She leaned across the table for a kiss and I gave her a short one. "Later, I'll improve on that."

"I hope so."

The kids played for a while. About 7:30 we rounded them up and bundled them into their respective cars. I followed Jean to my house. We decided to skip baths tonight and just tuck them into bed. After I finished reading a story, Jean and I kissed both of them and retreated to the den.

"Linda out clubbing again?" It tickled Jean that a fifty-five year-old woman was out dancing every Friday night for three or four hours.

"She deserves her time off. She runs this household and has not taken a penny so far."

"Really?"

"She's been putting my checks into a saving account for Bobby, but now that Marguerite has one on the way I insisted that she start splitting the money between two accounts."

"Want some wine?" I was ready for an adult beverage.

"Yes, I do," she replied. "But first I'm going to go take a shower. Maybe you'd like one, too." I still had on my uniform.

"Need someone to wash your back?" Despite everything else, we still hadn't bathed together.

"Not tonight. Why don't you use the guest bathroom?" Her wish was my command, but now I was curious about what she had planned.

"Let me get some pj's out of my drawer."

Ten minutes later I had showered, shaved, and dressed in a pair of flannel sleep pants. I knocked on my bedroom door. "Jean, ready for some wine?"

"Give me fifteen more minutes and bring some up."

"Okay." 

The next fifteen minutes dragged along slowly, but finally I opened the bedroom door. There were no lights on. Instead she had spread around half a dozen lit candles. She had turned down the bed very neatly. Dressed in a red peignoir and translucent red nightgown, she had arranged herself sexily in the middle of the sheets.

"Wow!" was all I could say.

"Can I have my wine?"

I felt like a hick from the sticks as I moved next to this vision. She took the glass and looked seductively over the rim as she sipped. I put my glass down and moved to nibble on an exposed collarbone.

My arms enfolded her slender body as she tilted her head sideways while she continued to sip her wine. The two layers of nylon slipped sexily under my hand as I stroked down her back. 

She put her wine on the bedside table and lay back as I began a light massage up her spine. "Oh Jack, I like what you do to me. I feel so good."

I silenced her with a kiss, but I continued my caresses. My fingers eventually moved back to her neck, out across one shoulder and down to lightly stroke the upper slope of her breast. I wanted, no needed, to touch every inch of her body, but tonight would be slow and loving. Tonight I would show her how I felt.

"Jean, your skin is so soft and warm, satiny to my touch. You excite me so when I look at you, smell your hair, and taste your lips." She sighed in my ear as I whispered to her. "I cannot believe how lucky I am to have met you. How lucky that you share your beauty with me and let me come in to your bed."

"Oh, the way you make me feel," she breathed in my ear. "I love the way you touch me."

I leaned down to nurse at one of her nipples poking up at the nylon. At the same time, I circled my fingertips down to stroke the inside of her thigh over her nightgown. My fingers continued further and touched the bare skin of her knee, then her calf. Switching legs, I dragged my hand on bare skin up under the nylon until her hair brushed against my knuckles.

"Oh, so good, you make me feel like I'm floating in pleasure, Jack." She was whispering and moaning almost continually now. 

I gently massaged her pussy and her legs fell apart. Her center opened to my fingers, and her slickness coated them as they slid over her clit and inside her. I flicked her clit several times and circled around it, just barely grazing it. I started to move southward to drink the delicious fluid whose scent was tickling my nose, when she suddenly arched up catching my fingers as they slipped inside her.

"Oh Jack, oh Jack, oh god." Her muscles gripped me as her thighs snapped together trapping my hand there. Then she flopped back on the bed. "Get inside me. I want your prick in my pussy now! Do me hard. Do me fast. Just get inside, now!"

I skinned out of my sleep pants and rolled between her legs. She was sopping wet and I was inside to the root in two thrusts. I began a slow steady pace.

"Oh god, I love you between my legs. Your body hard all over for me. You make me feel so ..... It's never been this way. Oh, Jack, I love you. I love you."

"I love you, too, Jean." I began to speed up. After another two or three minutes, Jean suddenly wrapped her legs around me pinning me inside her so tightly that I couldn't feel any friction, but instead moved both of us back and forth. Fortunately I was too far gone to need any friction. My jism coated her interior, and then we both slowly sank back down to the bed.

As I supported myself on my elbows, I gently brushed a lock of hair out of her face and kissed her lightly. "Jean, I meant what I said, I do love you. I'm sorry it took me so long to figure it out."

"Jack, I love you, too," Jean replied. "But it took me time to learn that. All that matters now is that we both know it."

I rolled to the side and reached down to pull the sheet over us. We cuddled, momentarily sated. I occasionally kissed Jean's hair and she nibbled at my neck. I gradually began to come out of my sexual haze.

"Jean, you really made this evening romantic. The candles, the nightgown, what made you so sure that everything would turn out so well?"

"We women have our ways."

"So, you're going to be mysterious?"

"Would you have half as much fun if I wasn't?" She pulled herself up and kissed me. Our mouths meshed for a minute and then I broke off.

"I'm not going to waste this candlelight." I pulled her peignoir off one arm and then the other. After several more kisses I lifted the nightgown over her head. Propping myself up on an elbow, I scanned the beauty before me.

"You can hardly tell me from a boy when I'm lying down like this."

"Believe me," I replied. "No one could mistake you for a boy. You may not be Mae West, but you've got a great figure, and I've personally checked that all the parts work as advertised."

I admired the graceful form for a minute or so. "Roll over, so I can see the other side."

When she rolled over, I began to lightly run my fingers up and down her back. I moved down to a light massaging action on her ass. As the pressure on her skin moved to different points on those lovely cheeks, her rosette would wink at me. I had enjoyed that opening several times, but that was for when she wanted hard fucking. Tonight we were making love.

I skimmed my hands down her legs, pausing to massage her feet briefly. As my hands moved up the inside of her legs, she spread them apart. I could easily see the excited red gash where her inner lips protruded wetly.

I moved to lie between her legs. I started to lick those beautiful red membranes. I tasted her sweetness and the salty sourness of my cum.

"Jack, that feels so soft and sexy. I can't see you so all I can do is feel how wonderful it is. The sensations in my pussy are fantastic."

I switched from licking to thrusting in and out, but my tongue quickly tired of that. I went back to licking, but I wriggled my hand underneath her and began to tease her clit.

"Turn around," she commanded. "I've got to taste you, too." The bed squeaked and groaned as we moved into new positions. We were on our sides each with a knee in the air, each mouthing the other's genitals.

I felt the tip of her tongue swirling around my balls and the base of my cock. Then her mouth covered the head of my cock as her hand began to pump the base. I took light, slow licks from her clit down to the bottom of her slit and back. I paused every other trip to flutter on her clit two or three times before lapping again at her delicious well.

"Oh, Jack, you are great tonight. I feel so wonderful." I was returning to her clit. "Right there! Keep doing that!"

As I focused on the lightest, fastest licks I could, I slid two fingers inside her. I found her G-spot and began lightly caressing it. 

I also felt the pressure begin to build in my balls. She was working her hand faster and concentrated on tongue action while holding her mouth steady around my head.

"Oh, Jack!" Both hands grabbed my head and pushed me hard in to her center. I felt rapid contractions on my fingers inside. After ten or fifteen seconds she relaxed completely. "Inside me now, please?"

I moved around between her legs and slid in. As I started to pump, I felt the pressure down below. "I won't last long, honey. You're just too sexy and hot."

"Just give it to me. Give it to me. Give it to me." She chanted as she thrust her hips rapidly back and forth.

"Now!" I cried as I felt the jet of cum stream upward. The first pulse felt like I was turned inside out. As the remaining pulses emptied into her, I slumped down from my hands to my elbows. Then I rolled off her.

"Baby, I love you," she murmured in my ear as she cuddled under my arm.

"I love you, too," I replied as we both drifted off to sleep.

Barney's barking snapped me out of my sleep. I heard a growl and then the little dachshund barked again. 

"What's happening," Jean asked.

"Linda must be home. I'll go see." As I rolled out of bed I glanced at the clock, 2:30. By the time I pulled on my pj's and got into the hall the light in Linda's room was on and her door was open. I walked down to speak to her. 

Her blouse was open and I immediately saw she didn't have a bra on. Her nipples were covered. She made no other attempt at modesty since we had seen each other in various states of undress many times now.

"You must have had a really good time," I said as I walked over to give her a hug. 

"I -- I did." She was blushing.

As she and I hugged, I noticed an unusual odor. Sweat mixed with perfume? Not quite right. Then it struck me. "Someone's had some fun tonight."

"Jack, I'm so embarrassed."

"Why? You need some pleasure, too. Like you said to me, Dan wouldn't expect you to stay single for the rest of your life."

"But still, even with my earlier experience, I didn't think I'd ever do that!"

"What," Jean queried sleepily as she came in to Linda's room. She had pulled on the peignoir, but a lot of skin was exposed at each step.

"Linda did more than just go dancing tonight, or maybe I should say she did vertical dancing followed by the horizontal mambo." I couldn't help but grin.

"Don't tease Linda after all she's done for you," instructed Jean. "Linda, I'm so happy for you." Jean came over to give Linda a hug. As I stepped back, Jean stepped in front of Linda. As Linda embraced the taller woman, her blouse opened flashing her nipples at me. At the same time Jean's peignoir flared with movement and four breasts merged skin-to-skin.

I saw Jean's nose wrinkle as she caught a whiff of the odor that Linda was now wearing. Then her eyes opened wide with the realization of what the fragrance was.

Linda hung her head. "I don't know how it started. We had a nightcap after leaving the club. Then we hugged as I stood to leave. I pecked her on the cheek. She gave me a peck on the cheek. Then we pecked each other on the lips. Two hours later I found myself putting my clothes back on to drive home. It has been so long since someone wanted me."

"Linda," Jean was caressing the older woman's hair, comforting her, "it's hard to find someone to share pleasure with, especially someone who you enjoy being with for more than sex. If it banishes the loneliness that I know you feel, it's wonderful for you."

"As great as you've been with Bobby and as much as you've helped me, I want you to enjoy yourself. I wouldn't have met Jean without you," I added.

"But I've never done that before."

"I know you are close to Sally, and she is a beautiful woman. Heck, if I didn't have Jean I might make a play for her, for both of you for that matter." I colored slightly because I almost had before I started dating again.

"And if I hadn't had a man for a while I might make a pass at you too," Jean chimed in. "Come on, Jack, the kids will be up early. Let's go back to bed."

"Good night, Linda. We love you," Jean said. She hugged Linda once more. "You are beautiful and sexy and you've done nothing to worry about." She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room.

Epilogue

In late spring I took Jean out for a romantic dinner and asked her to marry me and she said yes. When we got home, Linda was the first person we told.

"Oh, kids! I'm so happy for you. This is so wonderful." She gave us each a hug. "I can move back to Chattanooga and stay with Marguerite until the rental contract is up in June."

"Linda," Jean started. "We don't want you to move out, unless you want to. We were hoping you'd continue to live with us and help with both Bobby AND Rebecca. You don't have to answer right now," Jean rushed on, "But we would love it if you would stay. Please think about it."

"Jean, I don't have to think about it. The answer is YES. I was so afraid I wouldn't be able to be part of your lives, that you wouldn't want an extra person around the house. I know how hard it is to adjust to a new person in the house when you get married, much less learning to put up with an old lady who's your husband's ex-mother." 

I would miss Kathy always, but now I had a new family. I owed it to them, especially to Bobby, and even to Kathy to make the best life possible going forward.