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Full Circle Ch.01

By: Laurelin



Anna closed her eyes in frustration as she felt her husband roll off her. She waited until she was sure that Jon was asleep beside her before she padded quietly to the bathroom to work herself off. She was an expert now at walking around the house in total darkness without bumping into anything. She quietly closed the door without once switching on the light, careful not to make any sound.

Once she was sure that she was safe from any discovery she quickly started to masturbate, her hands working in her clit at a feverish pace. As she reached for the showerhead to give her self a quick fuck, she heard footsteps behind her. Before she could turn around or cover herself, Anna felt a rough hand clutch at her dripping pussy and give it a good squeeze. She then felt another hand squeeze her breasts as two fingers jammed themselves up her cunt. Despite herself Anna moaned and gave herself upto the delicious feeling washing through her body.

Suddenly, Anna realized that her unknown lover could be none other than her stepson, who was home for a visit. She tried to free herself from the hands that were now fucking her in a quick rhythm, but her hungry body refused to give up the pleasure that had been denied her for so long. Robbie's one hand was on her breasts squeezing them and softly pinching her nipples, his lips were kissing her shoulders and he had nearly four fingers jammed up her cunt, which he was now fucking in a quick pace. Anna was now beyond the point of reason and she felt one of her hands move to her breast while the other moved down to her clit and started massaging it to match the pace set by Robbie. She felt a wonderful feeling build up inside, as she got closer to her climax. Soon she was dripping cum on Robbie's hands as she gave in to her first orgasm. Robbie let her go and Anna fell to the floor near her son's feet.

When she came to her senses, Robbie had gone. Anna took a cold shower as she felt the tears run down her cheeks when she realized her predicament. Anna was beautiful twenty-year old girl. At five feet five, with long hair and large eyes set in an oval face Anna had always thought she looked like a geek, that is till her figure began to develop. At 18, the shy awkward girl had blossomed into a sultry siren with 36C breasts, a narrow waist and wide hips. She was still very awkward around boys and her few experiences in the backs of cars had not convinced her that she was missing out on much. She had had more fun playing with herself at night than kissing some pimply teenagers. That is until her father caught her masturbating one night. He had taken his belt to her, whipping her for her wanton behavior all the while lecturing her on the evils of giving into the devil. Within one week of the incident she had been married of to Jon Keefe, her father's 45-year-old widowed co-worker. 

She had seen Jon for the first time in the chapel where they had been married. A fat bald man with tobacco stained teeth Jon had been unable to walk straight as he was too drunk. Anna had sobbed uncontrollably throughout the ceremony and had only said "yes" after her father had slapped her a couple of times to "shut her sniveling". Jon had stood by quietly as she was beaten, Anna realized with a sinking feeling that Jon was no better than her father who was drunk half the time and thought nothing of beating his wife and children. 

On her first night Anna realized that her father had told Jon about her masturbation. Jon had leered at her and told her in no uncertain terms that anytime he caught her pleasuring herself she would not only be whipped but he would not think twice about selling her to a brothel where she rightfully belonged. As Anna was pleading with Jon to spare her that fate, he simply tore her dress apart and squeezed her breasts a couple of times. Anna who had not expected this assault tried to cover herself. She was rewarded with a stinging slap that threw her against the wall. 

She lay quietly as Jon rubbed two fingers against her pussy and then unzipped his pants. This was the first time that Anna saw a cock and her eyes widened in fright when she saw that 8" angry member stare at her face. As he stepped out of his pants Jon roughly pulled up Anna by her hair. He dragged her to the bed and threw her down on it and spread her legs apart. He then knelt between her legs and with one sharp thrust he jammed his cock up her cunt, tearing her hymen in the process. Anna screamed in pain and writhed under him, trying to get away from this horrible thing but Jon was all over her. He continued pounding her while his hands were pinching and twisting her nipples till they hurt. Anna was now screaming like an animal. Jon added to her torture by slapping her breasts now every time he thrust in. When Anna passed out under the torture, Jon brought her around by slapping her. He continued beating her till he came inside her, after which he rolled off her and started snoring. 

Anna was too stunned by everything that had happened to her and filled with disgust. She slowly crawled to the bathroom, as her legs were too sore to carry her. She turned on the shower and as the water fell on her bruised body, she tried to scrub away the traces of Jon's "lovemaking" crying all the time. When she stepped outside she saw Jon sprawled on the bed, snoring. She was nauseated at the sight of him and walked to the couch to get some rest, when she stumbled over her discarded clothes and fell down. The noise awoke Jon, who no sooner that he got up wanted to fuck his pretty teen aged wife again. He simply looked at her and commanded her to come to him with a crook of his finger. Anna was by now too scared of him to disobey and walked up to him full of dread of what awaited her. Jon pulled her in his arms and gave her a few slobbery kisses and then started pinching her nipples again. Anna winced at this renewed assault and cried out in pain. "Please no more, no more tonight" she kept begging but Jon was deaf to her pleas. He fucked her three more times that night. When he left in the morning Anna was too sore and tired to get out of the bed. Her body was black and blue from the beatings it had taken. She kept drifting in and out of consciousness throughout the day, too weak to move. 

It was night when Jon returned. He was drunk. He woke her up roughly and began to rape her again, but after a few minutes he passed out and rolled off her. Anna lay quietly by his side too scared to move for fear of awaking him. The night however passed uneventfully. Jon woke up in the morning, fucked her a couple of times and then dragged her threw her into the shower. Anna obediently washed herself. When she came out Jon was all dressed to leave for the construction site where he worked as a laborer. He threw some money on the dresser and roughly told her that the honeymoon was over. "You better start taking care of the house from now on". The money was her monthly allowance to run the house and she was supposed to give him an account everyday. 

After he left Anna surveyed the house. She could find the signs of his first of wife all over the place and reading some telegrams, crumpled in one corner she realized that Beth had died only 15 days ago. Anna could well imagine a cold bastard like Jon not waiting even a month before getting married again. She wondered what kind of life Beth had led. 

Soon Anna's life set into a pattern. She would cook, clean the house, do the laundry and all the other household chores during the day and at night Jon would beat and rape her till he passed out depending on how drunk he was. Anna began encouraging him to drink and would dread the nights there was no liquor at home. Within two months of marriage Anna discovered she was pregnant. When she gave Jon the news, he looked at her with an odd glint in his eyes and sneered at her. "Why do I need your brats now you slut? I have a grownup son and that is one too many kids for me. You better drop it if you know what's good for you. I married you to fuck you not have you sitting with a swollen belly." She went and aborted her baby the next day. She also got some pills to avoid any children in the future. The idea of carrying Jon's seed was anyway too repugnant to her. 

Robbie visited that Christmas. He was a handsome twenty five year old man. Tall, muscular broad shouldered with smiling blue eyes. He had taken one look at Anna and his eyes had filled with pity. Over the next few days Anna's life changed for the better. She had someone to talk to filling the silence of the house during the day. In the nights Jon did not beat her as brutally and even tried to be polite to her when Robbie was around. This peace lasted for 5 days. One day Jon came home drunk and seeing her talking to Robbie, flew into a passionate rage, accusing her of being a whore and trying to seduce her son. Robbie was enraged and he disgustedly walked out of the house. After Robbie left, the demon in Jon was unleashed and he began whipping Anna till she fainted. He left her in the middle of the kitchen floor and went to the living room, and started drinking. When he heard her stirring he came into the kitchen, lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom and then began raping her. Anna was by now too dazed to realize what was happening to her. 

This was Robbie's second visit. He had himself written to Jon, begging forgiveness for his behavior and had even promised to stay away from Anna. So far he had left home in the mornings with Jon and only came back at night after he was sure that Jon had gone to bed. This was the first time Anna had met Robbie, and after the encounter in the bathroom she did not know how to face either of the men in the morning. 

Full Circle Ch. 01



K. Nitsua. Copyright 2014 by the author.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Full Circle is the final installment of The Steelman Tales.




One night that summer Kevin had a dream. In it he was standing watching Jon, tall and vigorous as he had been most of his life. His love was dancing by himself, happy and carefree—strange, because Jon had never been much of a dancer. Kevin smiled at the sight, but then he grew sad because he knew, even in his dream, that it couldn't be real--Jon had been gone for more than a year. He began to cry--harsh, painful sobs that tore at him as they welled up from his lungs.

He awoke to the dark solitude of the bedroom and the bed in which he now slept alone. Real tears were running down his cheeks. It was a long time before he fell asleep again.

In the morning he walked out into the back yard and stood gazing at the swimming pool. Leaves were floating on the surface, and the water was a suspicious murky color. It really needed cleaning, but he didn't have the time or the energy. He'd thought of draining and filling it in, but there were too many memories. For the umpteenth time he told himself: get off your butt and hire someone to do it.

In his clinical practice he had counseled more than a few patients through bereavement and loss and done his best to empathize. He had always been aware that he had not lived the same experiences they had. All that had changed over the past few years. Only lately had he emerged from the fog of his own grief enough to wonder, now and then, how losing Jon in such an agonizing way would change him as a professional. As yet, he couldn't be sure.

People had begun to contact him again. That was an unexpected cruelty of losing a life partner--the silence. He knew that friends hadn't called because they didn't know what to say, or thought he wanted to be left alone. In a way they had been right. How could he have spoken about Jon's death to anyone, when even thinking about it had brought him to tears?

Long ago he and Jon had dined together in this house and sat by this pool after their first meal together. Later, they had swum nude and made passionate love in its waters. The memories did not cause him pain now—he felt nothing at all. It was as if he were remembering a scene in a movie, or someone else's life.

Slowly Kevin turned and walked back into the silent house.

It had started so gradually. Afterward Kevin suspected that Jon had been declining for a long while before people started noticing, and had successfully concealed or compensated for his increasing difficulties until they began to overwhelm him.

Brenda, Jon's administrative assistant, had called him one day at work. "I'm very sorry to bother you, Kevin, but I thought you should know if you didn't already. Jon seems to be having trouble using his computer."

"What do you mean?"

Brenda hesitated. "Well, this may sound strange, but for the past few days, he's been asking me every day how to open his e-mail account. I've showed him, of course, and he's thanked me and been fine, but then the next day it's as if he never did it before. And it's not a new system."

At that point Kevin had been merely puzzled, not terrified.

Then there had been the day that Jon had come home, slamming the door, fuming and cursing. This was so unlike his usual self that Kevin had come out of his study when he heard.

"What's the matter?"

"This bunch of assholes who supposedly work for me. Always asking me what I mean. Telling me that they already told me things or sent me e-mails. Why the fuck don't they just tell me what I need to know?"

Quiet inquiries had revealed an increasingly erratic pattern of behavior. Jon missing meetings, being found wandering around campus afterward. Saying he had just needed to get away and think. Jon stopping students on campus, asking them how to get to buildings and classrooms that had been intimately familiar to him for decades.

It had been possible to Kevin to push these incidents to the back of his mind as long as they were only at work. Then things had started happening at home.

"Dr.—uh, sorry, I forgot your name."

The student he had finally hired to clean the pool was standing outside the back door. Although it was only mid-morning in May the Texas sun was already beating down with a steady, blazing strength.

"Kuehlwasser. It's kind of weird, I know. Just call me Kevin." With an effort he remembered the boy's name: Ryan something.

"Well, K—" Ryan stopped, abashed, unable to address him so informally. Kevin smiled to himself, oddly touched. "Anyway, I only skimmed your pool. Didn't drain it, because I couldn't put in any chemicals."

"Wasn't there a canister of stuff in the shed?"

"Well, yeah. But you see the color of the water? It's going to need a lot more than just some more chlorine, man."

"Oh, jeez." Kevin was embarrassed. "I guess it's been longer than I thought since I cleaned it myself." He couldn't remember, was the truth.

"Anyway, we'll need specific chemicals to do this, and a bigger poolvac. I can get the machine, and I'll write down the name of the stuff I think we should use, if you don't mind buying some. We need to do a thorough cleaning, restore the water to the proper ph, then shock it back to health. That's what you call it."

"Sure. How much for today?"

The student shrugged. "Why don't we wait until I finish all the work, then I'll give you an itemized invoice. Less paperwork that way."

"Well, thanks. At least come in and let me get you something to drink."

He pushed open the screen door and let Ryan into the kitchen, still warm since he hadn't turned on the air conditioning. That was a frugal habit Jon had cultivated, avoiding turning on the AC as long as possible even during the broiling hot days of the Texas summer.

"Sorry it's so hot in here."

Ryan shrugged. "Cooler than outside."

"What can I get you?"

"Just some water, thanks."

Kevin gave Ryan a glass and studied him while he drank it. He saw a dark-haired young man around twenty, tall and lean, with angular, chiseled features that were surprisingly intense even in repose. Jon might have looked something like him when he was that age. He blinked away the tears that had suddenly risen to his eyes before Ryan could see.

"You live here by yourself?"

Kevin stammered, thrown by the suddenly personal question. "Uh... yes. I had a partner--spouse. He passed away about a year ago. He was the Provost at Steelman for many years."

He wasn't surprised that the student showed no sign of recognition. Ryan also had no reaction to the information that Kevin had been married to a man. That much had changed in his lifetime, at least.

"Sorry for your loss, man." Ryan drained his glass and rose. "I'll call you about next time. Or you can call or text me once you've gotten the stuff."

Kevin nodded. "Okay."

Ryan approached Kevin and once more took him by surprise, extending a hand and shaking Kevin's, looking into his eyes with a smile that completely transformed his face. "Have a good day."

Kevin watched him as he headed out the back door. Ryan's shoulders were broad in his t-shirt, his hips narrow, his butt compact and shapely. He shook his head. Stop it. As if he'd ever.

Still, he caught himself later that day idly wondering what Ryan looked like naked.

When he got out of his car in the driveway after coming home from work Kevin did not immediately place the sound he heard coming from inside the house. When he did, his body hurtled into motion without conscious thought, his feet running toward the front door.

It was the smoke alarm.

He flung open the door. A bluish cloud drifted out and the acrid odor immediately assailed his nostrils. Indoors the beeping was loud and insistent. Choking and coughing, Kevin ran to the living room. Jon was sitting on the couch dressed in his suit. He raised his head, startled.

"Get out! Get out now!" Kevin shouted.

Jon's expression was vacant. "What? What's the matter?"

"Jon, the house is on fire!"

He ran into the kitchen. It was a pan on the stove. Through the smoke that filled the kitchen Kevin could see that bright flames were shooting to the ceiling. The baking soda box—where the hell was it?! Kevin finally remembered and pulled it out of the refrigerator. He tipped the box into his palm and blindly threw handfuls of white powder at the conflagration until finally the flames began to die down.

He was gagging and hacking from the irritating smoke. Tears were running down his cheeks. Kevin threw open as many windows as he could to try and get it out of the house, turning the vent fan above the stove on full blast. At last the air began to clear and he could see again. It took him a few more moments to find and disable the smoke alarm. The sudden silence was both a shock and a relief.

It was sheer good luck he had come home before the fire started to spread. A large black circle of soot stained the ceiling above the stove. Everything in the kitchen would have to be cleaned.

"Jon!" Where was he? Kevin ran back into the living room. His spouse was still sitting on the couch, in the same position as when Kevin had come running in.

"What the fuck were you doing? Trying to burn the house down? Didn't you see the smoke? What the hell's the matter with you?"

Jon's lip trembled and he looked as if he were about to cry.

"Kevin, please. Don't shout at me like that."

He was not getting through. As he stared at his partner Kevin's anger receded and a creeping chill took its place. Without answering he turned and went back into the kitchen, more slowly now, hoping against hope that he had been mistaken about what he'd suddenly remembered seeing in the refrigerator in his panicked search.

Kevin opened the door and stood staring down, not caring about the cold air rushing out. 

Jon's book and cell phone were on the top rack.

He closed his eyes. Something had to be done.

After Ryan left Kevin made a brief call, then got in the car and went to the Steelman campus. It was only a few blocks away and Jon had walked to work almost every day. He needed the car today, though. He was going to do a task that he had been putting off for months and couldn't postpone any longer.

Marcia Hannon, Jon's successor as Provost, had called a few days previously about picking up Jon's remaining things. She was always gentle and respectful, but this last time the message had been clear.

"Kevin, I don't want to upset you, but we're a bit short on space here. Surely there's something you might want, and if you don't want any of Jon's things, we'd rather it be you who makes the decision than us."

"Okay, I'll be there," he had said. It was now two days after when he'd said he'd come, but at least he was actually doing it.

It felt odd walking into the Steelman main administration building, familiar and strange at the same time. He realized how long it had been since he had been here. The wooden boards creaked under his feet in the hallway leading to the Provost's office as they always had. He had thought that going back might be difficult, but he felt nothing as he approached what had been Jon's abode.

He didn't recognize the woman at the front desk—Brenda, Jon's former assistant, must have retired. "Hello," Kevin said. "I'm here to see Marcia."

She nodded. "She's expecting you. Go right on in."

Marcia stood and came from behind her desk as soon as Kevin entered the office. "My, it's good to see you," she said as she hugged him. "How are you doing?"

He shrugged. "Good days and bad. You know. How about you?"

She glanced downward. He could see she was mulling over her next words.

"It's an honor to have this job, but it's not one that I ever went after," Marcia said. "Jon is a hard act to follow, Kevin. You know I'm not just saying that."

"Thank you, Marcia."

She continued, with a forced briskness. "There's really not that much you need to look at. We've taken most of his official papers and put them into University storage, or scanned them and added them to the electronic archive. But the personal things—we thought you'd like to have them, or at least go through the things and decide."

"I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to get here."

Her look was sympathetic. "I entirely understand. Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help."

There actually wasn't very much stuff, just one largish cardboard box loosely packed with memorabilia and framed photos. Jon with Dr. Hale, then President of Steelman University. Jon making a speech at some university function. Diplomas from his alma maters. Kevin set the box down on the table in the conference room where Marcia had left him and began to separate objects into piles, grouping them loosely by subject.

He didn't find the snapshot of him and Jon until he had almost emptied the box. It took him a second to remember where it had been taken—one of the large ballrooms in the student union, during a class reunion. His twentieth, actually.

It had not been so long ago, but so much had happened since then it seemed part of the distant past.

Jon had just been appointed Acting Provost. It had been one of the first major university functions where they had appeared together as a couple, and the evening had been stressful. Yet he remembered it fondly, due to a totally unexpected encounter with a friend he hadn't seen since they both graduated.

Lucas Boatright. Luke.

He wasn't in this photograph, but Kevin nevertheless could see him clearly in his mind's eye. Sweet, vulnerable Lucas with his shock of dark hair, which he had retained even past forty years of age. Kevin had saved him one night when they were both students from what he always thought had been a suicide attempt. They had gone back to his dorm room and hooked up, in today's lingo, the one and only time.

Why hadn't it gone farther than that? Afterward he'd listened to Lucas' tale of woe, rejected by someone who had used then discarded him, claiming to be straight, a familiar story. At the time Kevin hadn't wanted to take advantage of someone so obviously shattered. Besides, he had still been carrying a torch for his handsome former English instructor, Jonathan Evans.

Twenty years later at that Steelman reunion he had still felt the same chemistry between them. But by then he and Jon had been together for two decades, through good times and bad. Lucas for his part had been hell bent on confronting Will, the athlete who had seduced and abandoned him. Kevin and Lucas had embraced as friends, parted, and not seen each other since. They had e-mailed for a while and talked about getting together again, but something always came up.

The crucible of the past few years—Jon's unexpected, rapid and hopeless descent into Alzheimer's—had left Kevin with no time or energy to maintain most of the friendships they had, let along think about reconnecting with anyone. With Lucas, it wouldn't have been easy in any case. He had written Kevin some years after the reunion to say that Will had joined him in California, abandoned by his family and most of his former friends, his health increasingly precarious. Then, silence.

When he had thought of his friend at all after that, Kevin had mentally pictured Lucas as the patient caregiver to his flighty, undeserving love, and pitied him his situation. Little had he known.

Did he even have a working e-mail for Lucas anymore? Or a photo? Suddenly Kevin longed to see him, to find out what had happened, to catch up, to hear the end of the story.

The photo of him and Jon at the reunion and Jon's diplomas were the only things Kevin took with him when he left the office.

He was in the office of the director of the care center, sitting in front of her desk. Kevin liked the woman. She was professional and composed, but genuine in her concern.

"I can assure you, Mr. Kuehlwasser, your husband will be well taken care of here. This is a state of the art facility precisely for patients like Professor Evans."

"And will I be able to take him out, bring him home every so often?"

"As long as he is able to understand instructions and you or someone else is willing to supervise him. Be aware that a time may come when this may not be possible. As the disease advances patients become disoriented very easily, and may wander off when you're not looking. We've never lost a patient even when they've done so, thank heavens—but you never know."

"I understand. I love Jon." Kevin paused to compose himself. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes to keep him as happy and comfortable as possible, for as long as possible."

The director's gaze was sympathetic. "I won't sugar-coat things, Mr. Kuehlwasser. It's a heavy burden of care for one person, even if the patient is institutionalized. Does Mr. Evans have no other close friends or relatives?"

Kevin shook his head. "Jon's family cut off contact with him when he came out. His parents are dead. He has a younger sister, but he hasn't spoken to her for years."

"There are resources available for caregivers. I can put you in touch with people who can help you."

She had pressed a brochure into his hand as he left. He'd never called the number.

He had finally gotten it together enough to go to the local home improvement megastore and purchase the necessary supplies to clean the pool. Ryan answered at once when he called and they agreed on a day for him to come back.

"Glad to hear from you," he said. "I was starting to wonder."

On Thursday, when Ryan came to finish the job, Kevin had gone in to his practice. He allowed himself the luxury of leaving early one day a week, so by two in the afternoon he was pulling into the driveway. The student's battered pickup truck was parked in front of the house. Kevin went in and looked out the back window from the kitchen. He was vaguely disappointed that Ryan had on clothes similar to the last time. He watched him working, steady and industrious, for a few minutes, then went into the bedroom to change out of his work clothes.

It was a hot September afternoon and he flipped on the air conditioning. The window shades were down in the bedroom, though, and it had stayed cool. It felt good to unknot his tie and strip off his long-sleeved dress shirt. Impulsively he stripped naked and rummaged around in one of the drawers of the dresser for something he hadn't worn in ages.

The dark blue square-cut trunks still fit him. He gazed at himself critically in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door, wishing his stomach were flatter. Carrying a towel, a pair of sunglasses, and a bottle of sunscreen (he'd really had to rummage around for that in the medicine cabinet), he walked through the house and out the back door to the pool deck.

Ryan looked up as Kevin settled himself into a lounge chair. "Oh, hey."

"Thought I'd catch a few rays on my afternoon off. Okay with you if I'm out here?"

The student shrugged. "Sure. It's your house, man."

"How's it going?"

"Good. Should be finished before too long. Glad about that, 'cause it is hot out here."

Ryan turned back to his work as Kevin leaned back on the chair, towel underneath him. He squeezed sunscreen out of the bottle into his hand and began to apply it.

"Want some help with that?"

Ryan had suddenly appeared by his chair. Kevin, startled, looked up. "What?"

"I can put some on your back if you want."

"Oh, sure." Kevin turned over on his stomach. Ryan's touch was strong and felt good. The boy was thorough, starting with his neck and working all the way down to the waist of his swimwear, taking his time. Kevin found himself wishing his trunks were lower-cut. He felt a swelling underneath himself.

"Nice suit."

"Huh—oh, thanks." God, he was blushing. Kevin's heart was pounding. Ryan was playing along, at least not repulsed by him. He took the opening, speaking with studied casualness.




Full Circle Ch. 01



"You know, you could work on your tan too." He turned partway over, careful to keep his crotch out of view, and held out the bottle, which Ryan had put down on the deck. "You're going to be out here a while longer, why not?"

The student stood silent, his eyes invisible behind his sunglasses. Kevin held his breath, then expelled in a sigh when he saw Ryan's slow shrug and grin.

"Why not?"

In one swift motion Ryan stripped off his t-shirt and let it drop on the deck. Kevin's breath caught at the sight of his torso, lean and ripped. The casual beauty of youth was something he hadn't seen close up in a long time.

Ryan sat on the chaise longue on which Kevin was lying. "So will you do my back now?"

"Sure." Kevin was glad Ryan was facing away from him so he couldn't see how nervous he was. His hands felt unsteady as he squeezed out the sunscreen into his palm and began to apply it to Ryan's neck and shoulders, which were surprisingly broad close up and corded with muscle. All too soon he was finished. 

"Here. You need to apply it to your front and face too."

Ryan turned and grinned. "Don't I know it. We could really fry out here."

He applied the sunscreen to the rest of himself, bending down to do his legs and feet, pushing his hands up his thighs and under the hem of his shorts until Kevin longed to do the same. "Okay. Now I'm ready for some sun."

Kevin felt a little calmer as Ryan strode away to the pool. For the next half hour or so he lay in his chair, watching the student finish cleaning, becoming agreeably drowsy. It was hot enough that he was sweating through the sunscreen by the time his eyes suddenly flew open.

Ryan was by his side again, holding the pool vacuum.

"All done. Just going to put your leftovers in the cleaning shed, then put this machine up."

Ryan was also sweating from exertion, his chest and defined abs glistening in the sunlight. Kevin's mouth was dry and he had to clear his throat to speak.

"Your money's in an envelope in the kitchen. I'm going in and showering off." Kevin could barely say the next sentence. "Do you want to do the same before you go?"

A smile. "That would be great. Thanks."

He was no longer bothering to hide the bulge in his swim trunks. "When you've put the stuff up, come on in the house and help yourself to some water. I've got some bottles in the fridge. You'll hear the shower going, so you'll know where it is."

"I'll come find you." Ryan's grin broadened.

Back in the dark, cool bedroom, Kevin peeled off his suit and let it fall to the floor. His cock, released from its confines, sprang up, as hard as if he were twenty years younger. He was almost beside himself with excitement. Was it really going to happen?

He turned on the water in the shower and stepped in when the spray was warm enough, pulling the curtain to, soaping himself slowly, turning, making it last, hoping against hope that Ryan wasn't just going to take the money, get in his truck and drive away, laughing to himself at the pathetic old guy who had tried to get in his pants.

He started as the bathroom door swung open. A sinewy hand pushed the curtain aside--it was Ryan, naked, hair tousled, long, circumcised cock jutting from coal-black pubic hair.

"Ready for me?"

Kevin could only nod. He closed his eyes as Ryan stepped in the tub and gathered him into his arms. A heady mix of male sweat and sunscreen came with him.

"You know," the boy said in his ear through the rushing water, "I really do need to get clean first. That okay?"

"Do whatever you want."

Ryan grinned. "Oh, I will."

Later in the bedroom he was as good as his word. When Kevin knelt in front of him, Ryan's hands clamped on the back of his head, pushing his nose into the dense thicket of hair. Strong hips thrust the cock in his mouth down his throat repeatedly until Kevin gagged and coughed and had to pull back, eyes watering.

After a few minutes Ryan pulled Kevin to his feet, spun him around and pushed him down on the bed on his stomach, reaching for the bottle of lube lying on the cover. Kevin twisted his head around.

"No condom," Ryan said in response to his unspoken question. "I'm disease-free, don't worry. I like to breed my bottoms."

His unspoken doubts vanished in the pain and joy of Ryan's cock violating him a moment later. Heedless of Kevin's muffled, agonized shout at the rough entry, the boy began to fuck him with hard, staccato thrusts. Clutching hands grabbed Kevin's and pinned him to the bed in a spread eagle as Ryan bent and covered his body with his own, hot breath tickling Kevin's ear.

"You're mine now."

In a while Ryan pulled out and flipped Kevin onto his back, clambering onto the bed and pushing into him again, bending him double with knees pressed to his chest. Kevin studied Ryan's face, teeth clenched, brow furrowed with intensity as he worked toward his orgasm. Once again he was reminded of Jon, long ago, in the same bedroom.

Ryan caught his eye. He grinned, then closed his eyes and stepped up the pace of his thrusts until Kevin could feel the actual heat of their fucking from his inflamed, abused hole. Abruptly Ryan's mouth clamped on his, his urgent tongue filling Kevin's mouth. A low, muffled moan welled up out of the boy's throat and rose in pitch until he suddenly broke away and arched his back, raising his face toward the ceiling as he shouted, "Fuck yeah! Take it!"

Kevin squeezed his inner muscles as tightly as he could around the cock inside of him, tight enough to feel it pulsing as it delivered its load. Ryan gasped loudly, then collapsed onto him with his full weight, body still heaving.

After a while he rose and smiled down at Kevin. "Your turn." One of his hands closed around Kevin's cock and quickly jacked him to climax. It had been a long time and he'd forgotten how good it felt to cum with a cock up his ass. He groaned as hot fluid spurted from his organ and splashed across his stomach. Finally he opened his eyes. Ryan was looking down at him with a satisfied expression.

"Nice. Feel better?"

"Much. Thanks."

"No problem. Seems like you needed that."

Kevin chuckled. "Oh yes I did. Guys my age don't get a lot. Especially from young studs like you."

Ryan chuckled. "Keep talking. Oh, I felt that."

Kevin had given Ryan's organ inside him another squeeze. "Still hard, isn't it?"

"Maybe. Why, you want to go again?"

Kevin made a wry face. "Thanks, but no. It may take me a while to recover from this one."

Ryan looked worried. "Hey—was I too rough?"

"No. I liked it. It felt good having you in charge, believe me. Umph!"

Kevin grunted, startled, as Ryan abruptly pulled out and rose off the bed.

"Sorry. Got to go."

"So—will you be back?" Kevin tried to keep his voice casual.

Ryan lowered the towel with which he had been wiping himself and looked at him quizzically. "Up to you, man."

"Well, I'm going to need the pool cleaned again sometime."

He shook his head. "No go for that. You've got to get someone else."

"Why?" Kevin asked, confused.

Ryan's hands were on his hips, his expression one of exaggerated patience. "I don't mix business with pleasure, man. Never works."

"Oh." Kevin hesitated. "So—you would come back to... I mean..."

"Yeah, I'd do you again." Ryan grinned. "On one condition."

"Which is?"

"I shot a nice big load inside you. You have to hold it until I call and give you permission to release it."

Kevin's jaw dropped. "What?"

"Could be half an hour, could be tomorrow. And no lying. I can always tell. Going to do it?"

Silence, then Kevin nodded. Ryan leaned down and kissed him before starting to dress.

"See," he said, smiling into Kevin's eyes. "That way you'll be thinking of me every minute until I call."

Once a week, without fail, Kevin came to the center and took Jon on an outing. Sometimes they would go out to eat, sometimes to a nearby park for a walk. Although Kevin worried that too much stimulation would agitate Jon, he was usually okay as long as Kevin stayed nearby. In fact, Kevin thought the trips did him good—Jon seemed more alert and would occasionally speak without being prompted or asked a question, though he never recognized Kevin or any of the familiar places he or they had frequented.

"See that tower?" Kevin said, as they drove by the Steelman campus. "That's the main building. You used to go to work there every day."

A distant smile crossed Jon's face. He didn't say anything. Kevin was accustomed to his lack of response and changed the subject.

"You want to have some lunch?"

Jon nodded. "That would be nice."

He decided to stop at a small lunch counter/deli in their neighborhood and pick up something to take home, rather than wait for a table somewhere. When he stopped in front he momentarily debated with himself whether to leave Jon in the car, then thought better of it.

"We're going to get some food," he told Jon. "It'll only take a minute."

Ordering and paying for the food passed without incident, though he had to pull Jon to his feet and out the door when he tried to sit down.

"We're going to eat at home today," Kevin told him.

"Why?"

"It's cooler there." It was as good a reason as any.

He hadn't brought Jon back to their house for quite a while. The last time he had, his partner's condition hadn't advanced so far, and Jon had grown upset when he'd had to go back to his small apartment at the care center. Kevin thought, his heart heavy, that it wasn't likely that the same problem would occur this time.

Sure enough, when he opened the car door in the driveway and gently helped Jon get to his feet, the older man glanced toward the house without a flicker of recognition.

"Here we are," Kevin said with forced cheerfulness. "Come on in."

At least Jon was in an obedient frame of mind today. Kevin didn't have any trouble getting him in and seated at the kitchen table. He quickly got out some plates and unpacked the sandwiches, easy food that Jon could still handle. Usually he still remembered how to eat, but once or twice lately at the center Kevin had noticed him staring blankly at a utensil in his hand. He tried not to think of the day when meals like this would no longer be possible.

Jon ate with enthusiasm, another sign that this was a good day. Soon he had as much as he wanted and put the sandwich down.

"Taste good?"

His partner smiled and nodded.

"You want some more to drink?" Kevin reminded himself that talking louder, as if Jon were deaf, was no help.

Jon shook his head.

"Why don't we go in the living room and sit on the couch. Nice and comfortable."

They sat in silence. Kevin kept silent, partly because he wanted a break from the aimless chatter, the one-sided conversations that usually formed the substance of their interactions now. He had also discovered that sometimes Jon would still speak without being prompted if he wasn't peppered with questions. Such occasions made Kevin happy out of all proportion to their frequency, because they allowed him to cling to the hope that the real Jon, the man he had known and loved for decades, was still in there somewhere.

His partner stirred at his side. He let out a sigh.

"Are you okay?"

Kevin looked into Jon's dark brown eyes, once sharp and intelligent, now mostly blank. Right now though he thought detected a sadness in them.

"What's wrong?"

Jon shook his head slowly. "I wonder where he is."

"Who?"

"Kevin."

"Jon," Kevin said as gently as he could, "I'm Kevin. I'm right here."

Jon went on, not comprehending. "I miss him."

Kevin kept his voice even with an effort. It's not about you. It's about helping him. "You and Kevin were happy together, weren't you?"

Jon smiled. "Yes." A sly expression appeared on his face. "I am telling you, that was one hot stud."

He's talking. Keep him talking.

"So you thought he was cute?"

Jon chuckled softly. "Oh my, yes. We had such fucking hot sex. Miss that."

Kevin's jaw dropped. Since Jon's decline had accelerated he never talked about having physical urges or wanting that kind of contact. He saw, to his further amazement, that his partner's hand had dropped to his crotch and was kneading the swelling mound between his legs.

An idea entered his brain, and before sanity could stop him he acted on it.

"You're horny, aren't you?"

"Yep." Jon licked his lips, holding Kevin's gaze.

Kevin dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Do you want me to take care of that?"

In response Jon spread his legs further apart. Keeping his mind a careful blank, Kevin dropped to his knees on the carpet, positioning himself between Jon's legs and slowly drawing down the zipper. He fished Jon's semi-erect cock organ of his underwear, and had to pause as sudden tears rose to his eyes. How long had it been since they had done this? With an effort he turned his mind back to the task at hand, taking the organ slowly into his mouth, feeling it harden, hearing Jon's slow exhale above him.

He cast his eyes upward—his partner's head was thrown back, his eyes closed, his mouth open. Kevin took that as a good sign and continued to suck, sliding up and down, using plenty of spit. He slipped a hand under Jon's shirt and caressed the bare skin underneath, finding a nipple and tweaking it.

His partner's climax happened quickly, taking him by surprise—a few louder gasps, surprisingly strong thighs tightening around his neck, then the familiar salty-bitter taste of semen filling his mouth. Kevin swallowed quickly and released the softening penis, then glanced up again.

Jon was looking down at him. The tenderness in his eyes in an instant dissolved the years, and made the current nightmare seem doubly unreal. This time Kevin couldn't prevent the tears spilling out and running down his cheeks. Jon's expression changed to concern.

"Wasn't it good? Did I hurt you?"

He shook his head, hastily brushing the tears away. "No, no." Kevin clambered onto the couch beside Jon and took his head in his hands, staring into his partner's eyes, willing him to remember.

"How could you ever hurt me? I love you more than anything in this world. Can you understand that, Jon? Please?"

Silence, then Jon slowly spoke, his eyes grave. "This can never happen again."

Kevin nodded, guilt sweeping over him. What had he done?

"If Kevin ever found out, he would be so hurt."

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He did neither, but looked again into Jon's eyes with as solemn an expression as he could muster. "You're right. I swear to you, no one will ever hear about this from me."

Jon looked relieved. "Me neither."

Kevin thought that was probably true.

The next moment Jon startled him with a roguish grin. He patted Kevin's hand. "You were very naughty to have done that. But I enjoyed it."

Kevin smiled. "I did too. Could I have a kiss, since we're not going to do this again?"

Jon smiled. "Only one. He might come home any minute."

His lifelong love and companion, his spouse, retreating ever further from him. Kevin leaned forward and touched his lips to Jon's, gently, chastely.

"Thank you," he said.

There was still a little time before he would have to take Jon back to the center. "Would you like to rest a while?" he asked.

Jon nodded. Kevin zipped him up and helped him to his feet.

In the bedroom they had shared he sat Jon down on the bed and slipped off his shoes.

"Would you stay here with me?" Jon asked.

"Of course."


Lying on his side next to his partner, Kevin watched Jon as he slept. His face was serene, indistinguishable from the man Kevin had once known. His breathing was deep and even.

If only we could die right now, this minute. Together.

*********

Midday. His receptionist had gone to lunch. Kevin punched in a number on his cell phone and listened to the repeated ring tones nervously. What would he say if someone answered?

"Hello?"

"Lucas. This is Kevin. Kevin Kuehlwasser."



...to be continued



Full Circle Ch. 01: Cassie



Cassie sat on the steps of her tiny front porch, forgotten journal in her lap, cooling mug of tea in her hand, staring out at the mulberry trees. It had been almost a year since she'd moved her tiny house onto the orchard. Though most days it just felt like home, today with the wind gently blowing through the trees she was experiencing the same peaceful calm she'd felt her first day on the orchard. It brought to mind the path that led her there.

Three years ago she'd been sitting in her bedroom surfing the internet for off-campus student housing in the fall. Looking forward to the moment when she could FINALLY get out of her parents house and answer to no one but herself. She hadn't wanted to stay on campus in student housing but she knew she couldn't really afford her own place. She'd looked up 'tiny house' hoping to find a crappy little 50s or 60s bungalow that she could fix up in exchange for money off the rent. Her father had a garage full of tools and he'd shown Cassie how to use all of them. What she'd found instead of a bungalow was plans for building her own house on wheels. She was taken with the idea. If she had her own house that could be moved anywhere she'd never have to pay rent. The more she'd looked at the plans the more the gears turned in her head. She'd thought she could actually do it. 

She'd saved a few thousand by putting half of everything she'd ever earned babysitting and working at her aunt and uncle's restaurant. She was a crappy waitress but by hanging out in the kitchen she proved she was a good prep cook and that's what she'd been doing for the past three years. Three years of paychecks plus the cash from various babysitting gigs had added up to just over $10K. She knew with her Dad's help she could build her own house. 

Had her parents not hated each other so much she would have considered staying home and going to a local college. She'd grown tired however, of being the go-between and wanted to get far enough away that they'd stop dragging her into their crap. She'd thought that without her there maybe her parents would finally get the divorce they should have gotten ten years ago. Watching them tear each other to pieces she swore she'd never get serious about anyone. Of all the adults she knew there was only one couple that appeared to be really happy together. With those kind of odds, why bother, Cassie had thought. So she'd dated and had a few hook-ups. Any time it seemed to be getting serious she'd bailed.

Cassie wasn't a classic beauty, but she had a good body and a nice enough face. Not really what you'd call cute either, she had dark brown sultry eyes, a petite but slightly angular nose and her lips were on the thin side, but she had blemish free skin, a real blessing in high school, and pretty reddish brown hair that she kept long enough to braid. A few of the girls in high school thought she was a slut but Cassie hadn't cared if they called her the rebound whore. She wasn't afraid to ask for what she wanted or to try whatever came up. If a guy asked and she was interested she didn't see any reason not to. She'd gotten on birth control at 14 and began exploring.

For graduation her parents got her a used truck that could pull her house and her uncle slipped her a couple thousand for expenses. With everything she needed ready to go, Cassie had decided not to wait for fall. Two weeks after graduation, and a week after her 18th birthday she set off with a map of all the KOA campgrounds and RV hook-ups along the way and set off for University. Driving a truck with your house attached to the back of it is pretty nerve wracking, at least it was for Cassie. She stopped at nearly every KOA or RV park along the way. 

It took nearly two weeks but she'd made it with house intact. She'd parked at the KOA nearest the University and unhitched her truck. With only food, gas and RV parking fees along the way Cassie had just over a thousand dollars left when she got there. She knew that would only get her so far however and she hoped to exchange some sort of help for parking on someone's property. She'd still need money for food, insurance, clothes and books that weren't covered by her scholarship. Therefore, the morning after she'd arrived she took her truck and went to get herself a wi-fi hotspot. It would be worth the $50/month to be able to access the internet from her house, no matter where she ended up parking it. 

Cassie had immediately gotten busy finding a job. The 1st week yielded no results, but getting lost at the beginning of the second week did. Cassie stopped in a mom and pop diner to get directions and a bite to eat and saw the sign for a cook. Getting lost that day got her not only a job, but a place to park her tiny house for free. The owners of the diner, George and Molly, owned the property and there was nothing out back except the dumpster, so Cassie was able to park her house there. In exchange Cassie agreed to work under the table and to keep up the property. She got free water and electric out of the deal too, so all in all it was more than she'd hoped for. 

Cassie liked her new life. Working for George and Molly was a breeze, they were good people and good bosses. She'd managed to schedule all her classes on three days so she'd only have to make the drive three times a week next semester. Her social life followed the same pattern as high school of casual dating and occasional hook-ups. She wasn't into the party scene, preferring to spend most of her free time studying, reading or writing. She'd found a small group of friends on campus and they hung out occasionally but Cassie was pretty content with her own company. If she was feeling lazy but wanted company she'd take her books and laptop and hang out in the diner which had steady traffic but was almost never full. 

She'd been there a year and a half and hadn't been home yet. Her parents had finally split six months ago, she had planned on going home for winter break until Molly got sick and George really needed the extra help at the diner. She'd become close with George and Molly and they actually felt more like family to Cassie than her own parents, so with Molly sick Cassie stayed to help out. She usually worked the prep/grill side but with Molly down Cassie took her spot behind the counter. Crappy waitress or not she was still better than George. It was while she was working the counter at the tail end of winter break that David entered her life. 

It was a cool, lightly rainy day when David came in and sat down at the counter. Cassie only had one other customer, a sweet old geezer that had been keeping her entertained with his 50s era style of flirting. Her back was turned making coffee when David sat down. He laid his leather coat and helmet on the stool next to him and shook some rain out of his hair. Cassie turned around just in time to see this. She couldn't help thinking he should be an actor or model with his looks. He had sandy blond shoulder length hair, and his snug long-sleeved black t-shirt hugged him enough to show he was fit. He wasn't tan exactly, more olive skinned. He had a masculine yet boyish face with a square jaw and softened features. Like a young Christian Slater Cassie thought. She loved the movie The Heathers and had always had a crush on Christian Slater because of that move. 

Yeah, she thought, I'll bet he stops a lot of women in their tracks. He proceeded to do just that to Cassie when he looked up at her with the deepest green eyes she'd ever seen. They were like two sparkling emeralds, looking into them she fumbled the menu she was handing to him and knocked over the sugar. She said 'oops' or something equally inane as she finally managed to hand him the menu. She picked up the sugar shaker and grabbed a rag to wipe off the counter. When she finished that and got past her moment of embarrassment she looked up to ask him what he'd like to drink and caught him doing a good slow once over of her before he finally looked up at her face. She got him his Coke and told him she'd be back to take his order. She went back into the kitchen freezer to cool off. 

'Holy Mother' she thought, with just that one slow look her panties were damp. She considered removing them but she was wearing the 50s carhop dress that was the diner's waitress uniform and she didn't want to flash the customers every time she had to bend forward. Though the idea did make her laugh. She'd teased George that he'd picked these outfits just so he could see Molly's cleavage all day. George had said that it'd been all Molly's doing, that she was a bit of an exhibitionist in her big gold heart, but that he didn't mind at all. Cassie was sure that he didn't, she suspected that even in their late fifties George and Molly had a great sex life. They were always finding reasons to casually touch each other or patting each others asses.

Cassie had been wearing tights earlier but she'd helped George out in the kitchen near the start of her shift and that had made the tights too hot so she'd run and changed into ankle socks and lace panties. She thought giving the old timers a flash of her panties now and again was a bit of harmless fun. She couldn't contain a laugh at the idea of flashing her latest admirer more. The old timers had been tipping well, probably because of the way her plump round tits filled out the uniform. She couldn't image what they'd tip for a flash of pink. The idea of flashing the hottie on the other hand just made the panty moisture problem worse. Cassie wasn't a panty girl, she preferred to go commando whenever possible and the panties she did own were mostly for looks and weren't doing a very good job of absorbing the moisture. She waved the little skirt part of her dress to try to cool things down.

She returned to the counter a couple of minutes later and refilled the geezer's de-caf and gave him a wink before going to take the hottie's order. She couldn't resist bending over and leaning on the counter with her order pad to give him a real eye full. He took the bait and gave his order of a burger, no cheese, and double fries to her tits. She smiled to herself and gave her hips an extra swish as she turned around and leaned further in than was necessary to put his order on the rack. She then turned back to see if he was looking. He was. She took his glass and refilled his soda. 

She cashed the geezer out, getting a tip that was more than his check. Gotta love the geezers she thought. George rang the bell as Cassie was refilling the sugar shakers. She went to get the hottie's order. When she set it down and she asked if he needed anything else. He replied, "You naked on the counter." Looking her straight in the eyes as he said it.

She let out a small whooping laugh and covered her mouth with one hand and waved herself with a handy menu with the other while looking around to see if anyone had heard. She looked back at him and saw he hadn't looked away from her. She set the menu down next to him, leaned forward and said with a smile, "Sorry, but I'm not on the menu." 

"That's too bad." He replied. 

Cassie walked off with a smile and went back to the freezer to cool off again. If she wasn't afraid of George walking into the freezer at any moment she'd have considered rubbing off a quick one. When she came out of the freezer after a minute, George looked up at her from the grill and seeing her all flushed said, "Someone looks hot and bothered." 

She laughed. "George, you have NO idea!' He laughed too and shook his head and Cassie went back to the counter. She put on a new pot of coffee, wiped down the already clean counters and wished that someone would come in and sit at the counter to distract her from the hottie. With her latest glance she noticed the juice from his burger running down his chin and had the urge to slowly lick it off. 

After a few minutes she went and took his glass without saying a word and refilled his soda again. When she set his glass down in front of him and saw his nearly empty plate she asked if he was done or ready for some dessert. He answered, "I'd like some of that cream pie " with a raise of his eyebrows and a glance to her in crotch. 

Cassie was prepared this time. She shook her head, smiled and pointed to the covered cake plate. "Sorry, we only have cake today." 

He gave her a slow lazy smile that sent a chill up her spine. "In that case I think I'll pass." 

She pulled her order pad out of her apron pocket and laid his check on the counter beside his plate and said, "Be sure to come back. Maybe next time we'll have that cream pie."

He chuckled and reached for a fry. "Maybe I will."

Cassie told him she'd be back to cash him out and grabbed a hand towel as she fled for the freezer again. Fortunately George was busy with an order from a full booth. She went into the freezer and grabbed a bag of frozen veg and put it right up against her crotch. She leaned against the lowboy with the bag of veg held against her crotch for a good 30-45 seconds, then used the slightly damp hand towel to mop up her crotch. 'I've got to get his number' she thought. She left the freezer and grabbed the big ketchup container to do some refills and headed back out. She'd only been gone a couple of minutes so she was startled to see that see that he was no longer at the counter. 

She looked around hoping he'd just gone to the bathroom but noticed a motorcycle pulling out of the parking lot. Disappointed she walked over to pick up the dishes and his check. The check was face down on top of two twenties and there was writing on it. When she picked it up she read "Call me when cream pie is on the menu. David" and a phone number. She laughed and her hand immediately went to the phone in her apron pocket. She found the idea of calling him back now both amusing and exciting, it'd been a couple of months since she'd hooked-up with anyone and was getting tired of her hand and her toys. 

She put the ticket with his note and the cash in her apron pocket and took the dishes back to the kitchen. George saw her smiling and asked "Got yourself a new beau?"

Cassie laughed, "George, you're too young to use the word beau, and no. Well, maybe. He didn't wait for me to come back and cash him out, but he did leave me his number and a naughty note. It's been a while, if I weren't working I'd probably take him up on his suggestion."

George laughed. "You're a saucy girl, he probably couldn't handle you."

Cassie's eyes glazed over a moment as she said "I don't know, I think maybe he could give as good as he gets."

George looked out the pass-thru and turned back at her. "It's not that busy, why don't you get Sue to cover the counter too and give him a call. You're almost off shift anyway."

Cassie gave George a wide grin, "Ah George, I love ya. You're such a romantic. Molly's got herself a good man."

He laughed and shooed her out of the kitchen with his hand. "You just be sure he's not a creeper. Wouldn't want to end up in jail for having to have a 'talk' with him."

She laughed back "And what if I'm the creeper?" He shook his head with a smile and went back to his cooking.

She skipped back out to the front to ring out his check and get Sue to cover the counter. Sue laughed when Cassie told her what George had said and making sure George could hear her she said "He's just an old romantic, believes in love at first sight" 

Cassie laughed with Sue and in a low voice said "More like lust at first sight." 

"I know right! He borrowed my pen to write the note, yum-my" Sue waggled her eyebrows at Cassie.

Smiling, Cassie said "Okay, I'm going now. Wish me luck." She waved goodbye to George on her way out the back door.

As soon as she walked out the back door the cold air hit her warm moist parts and sent delightful shivers everywhere. Living so far from campus and having a smaller circle of friends here Cassie had curbed her libido over the past year and a half. She'd had a few casual dating relationship but the last one had been a few months ago. Part of her was beginning to wonder if it was only her reputation back in high school that had garnered her so many offers. This guy had come out of nowhere though and given her a shot of confidence that she hadn't realized she'd been lacking. The looks he gave her and the challenge in his voice when making his outrageous comments had gone a long way toward bolstering her self-esteem. 

She pulled her phone and the note out of her apron and dialed the number. He answered as she was stepping up onto her porch and she stopped there.

"Hello?"

"David?"

"Cassie?"

"Yes. Wait how did you...' she put her left hand up to her chest and felt her name tag, "Never mind." 

"I didn't know if you'd call. Certainly didn't expect it to be so soon."

"My boss is a romantic, he told me to go ahead and head out early."

"Nice."

"Yes, he is. Hey, I don't hear any road noise, that must be a good bluetooth you've got."

"It is, but I'm actually pulled over at the moment under the underpass."

"Is everything okay? Did you break down?"

David give her a throaty chuckle. "No, I didn't break down. I'm having a pants problem."

"Pants problem?"

"Well more a hard-on problem. Trying to adjust while driving on wet roads didn't seem like a good idea. Thus the underpass."

"All righty then." She laughed. "Well I'm glad for that." She said absently as she basked in the thrill of making someone so excited that they'd had to pull over on the side of the road.

David laughed back. "That I pulled over or that I have a hard-on?"

"Both actually." She smiled and shook herself as she walked into her house, closed the door and wiggled out of her panties. She decided she'd allowed herself to become too mousy and wanted have some fun. "I'm sitting on my couch with a wet puss, so we're even."

"What I wouldn't give to be your couch right now. And you're not helping by the way."

"Ha, I had to put frozen veg on my crotch, and thinking about serving up that cream pie you asked for has me going again." It really had. She rested her hand over her mound and could feel the heat it was radiating despite her walk through the cool air.

'Uuugh! You're killing me. Wait, how did you get home already? I just left there a few minutes ago."

Cassie laughed. "My house is parked behind the diner." 

"Do you take your 'house' everywhere?"

"No. I've got an arrangement with George and Molly, the owners of the diner, to park it here. " She fanned her crotch with little pats to her mound, exciting rather than cooling herself.

"So you seriously live behind the diner?"

'Yup, in a house I built myself." Even though she'd had help, she was proud of what she'd accomplished. If need be she could live completely off-grid thanks to her own efforts. Thinking about it gave her confidence another little boost. She was a strong independent woman who could take care of herself. Though when it came to sex nothing beat having a partner.

"So let me get this straight, you're a house-building waitress." She could hear a note of respect in his voice.

"That's me. Well, except the waitress part, I usually work the kitchen but Molly's laid up right now so I'm just filling in."

"So if I hadn't stopped in today I might never have seen you."

"Yup."

"It must be fate."

"I don't believe in fate, how about good timing." Things didn't just happen she thought, people made them happen by knowing what they wanted and making it happen.

"What, no love at first site for you?"

She laughed "Ha, maybe you should talk to George instead of me. I don't do love."

"Don't do love huh? What do you do?"

Cassie decided to be bold. She could hear in his tone of voice that he was interested so she went for it. "Well right now I'd like to be doing you."

"Well damn! It's not nice to tease you know."

"Please! What do you call 'You naked on the counter' and the cream pie innuendo. I'm dipping my finger in some 'cream' right now by the way." And she was, thinking about the possibility of sex after a couple of dry months had her ready to take care of herself if this flirtation didn't pan out.




Full Circle Ch. 01: Cassie



"Jesus, you are a naughty thing aren't you. If you keep up with comments like that I'm going to have to jerk off before I can get back on my bike and ride home."

"Well, you could always come back here and ride me." She slid her fingers in deeper as she imagined him doing just that.

"Please don't be joking, that would be cruel."

"No, I'm serious. We haven't even touched yet and I'm already drenched." She held the phone with her shoulder and reached down to lightly circled her clit with a finger tip.

"I did think about it when you were putting my check on the counter but I wanted to grab you and kiss you so I thought I probably better not."

"I think if you had we might have ended up going at it right there on the counter. It's been a while for me." Her voice got husky, but she controlled her breathing so she wouldn't give away the fact that she was playing with herself for real as they talked.

David groaned "Well I can be there in 5 minutes if you're serious."

"I said I was and I meant. Why not bring that hard-on here and let's see what we can do with it." she gave a deep laugh that she hoped covered the change in her breathing.

"Well fuck! Okay! Let me, shit! I'm hanging up now and coming right there." 

"Pull around back I'll be on the porch."

"Five minutes." With that he hung up.

As soon as David hung up Cassie was both giddy and appalled. She'd done hook-ups before, but this was different. This was more of a one-night stand. Fuck it, she thought, I'm horny and the diner is open so I should be safe enough. She stopped playing with herself and called Sue just to be extra careful. 

"Did you call him?" Sue asked without even saying hello. 

"Yes and he's coming here now."

"Is that a good idea? You don't know shit about him. I mean, I know he was hot, but damn Cassie." 

"Hello, that's why I'm calling. So someone knows he's coming here. I'm not leaving with him and the diner is open so it should be safe enough."

"Okay girl. If you say so. Be careful."

"I will, wish me luck."

"Please, you're getting lucky and you know it." Sue laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll tell ya all about it later."

"You better." 

Cassie looked around her little house, it was neat enough. She thought about changing instead just made a quick trip to the bathroom. When she stepped out she heard what sounded like a motorcycle so she headed out to meet him.

"That wasn't five minutes was it?" Cassie called down to him as he parked and turned his bike off.

He pulled his helmet off and shook his head, "I don't know but I was going 85 miles an hour. I didn't want to give you time to change your mind."

Cassie leaned against the porch rail and gave him a long once over. "I'm sorry did you say something? I'm suddenly distracted." She gave him a sly smile.

He gave her another one of his throaty chuckles. "You're a bit distracting yourself with that cleavage. And do you have your bare ass up in the air?" He walked toward her as he was talking. Cassie straightened up as he reached the porch. She had a suddenly a moment of apprehensive and took a step back as he reached the top of the step. He stopped, sensing her hesitation. "Do you want to change your mind? This IS a bit crazy, I'll understand. My hard-on won't, but I will." He gave a little laugh and shrugged his shoulders.

"You're right, this is a little crazy." She looked at him a minute and thought what am I doing? The answer sprang to her mind almost immediately. She was going after something she wanted and there wasn't a single thing wrong with that, she thought. "You know what, I don't want to change my mind. Come on in."

She opened the door, stepped aside and waved him in. He stopped and looked down at her and reached to touch her hair. "I wanted to be your hair."

"What?" She laughed.

"Earlier, when you leaned on the counter to display your cleavage so beautifully. You bent your head down and your hair swept forward and was brushing the top of your breast. I wanted to be your hair at that moment." As he said this he trailed the back of his hand down her hair to the top of her breast and gently brushed his finger tips over the spot he was talking about.

Cassie quivered and her knees locked. "Ummm, I think we should go in."

He chuckled and ducked his head on his way through the door even though he'd easily clear it. He stopped almost as soon as he stepped through the door. She gently nudged his back so he'd go in further and she could shut the door. Once it was shut she leaned against it.

He took a few step into the middle of her tiny house and looked around at everything taking it all in. The window seat/couch to the left with it's big shaded windows and many pillows on the left. The desk that doubles as her dining room table, currently covered with her laptop and a couple of books on the right. The bookshelves above it with the rest of her text and reference books. Beyond that was her kitchenette and across from that was her tiny bathroom and a small cupboard. The stairs leading up to her sleeping loft were on the far left. He looked up at the sleeping loft but because of the railing he couldn't see much more than the windows on either side and the bookshelves running up the entire back wall.

While he was checking out her tiny house Cassie was drinking in the back of him. The sandy blond hair that sat just below the collar of his leather jacket and looked so soft she wanted to run her fingers through it. His broad shoulders and wide back and the spectacular ass that was perfectly cupped by his tight jeans. His ass and thighs looked meaty without being too muscular, neither fat nor body builder hard, just thick and shapely. She unconsciously fanned herself with her hand. He finally turned around and she looked up at his face. He smiled and said "It's surprisingly spacious, I thought it would be more cramped."

She pushed away from the door and looked around her place "Who would build a house that makes them feel crowded?"

He stepped to her and reached for her hair again. He started to say something but she tilted her head up just as his fingers reached into her hair and whatever he was about to say was forgotten as he leaned down to her upturned face and their lips met. Her mouth was slightly open, her tongue was just behind her teeth gently touching the inside of her lip. When their lips met it was like a jolt of electricity passed through her. She tensed and then relaxed into the kiss. It started off ever so gently with their lips just barely touching. He nuzzled his lips against hers and his nose brushed her cheek as he placed small gentle kissed across her bottom lip. Her teeth sought his bottom lip and she ever so lightly nibbled on its fullness. They traded kisses for nibbles for what seemed like delicious eternity to Cassie until her tongue joined in. Slowly, with just the very tip of her tongue she licked his closed lips. He let out a small sigh and opened his mouth to her. She explored his teeth and the tip of his tongue until his tongue joined hers and they began an incredibly slow serpentine dance of twining and un-twining. 

Cassie felt as if time has stopped and everything in the universe except their lips and tongue has disappeared. She couldn't feel her heart, which a moment ago had been pounding in her chest. She couldn't feel his hand in her hair. She couldn't feel anything but his soft, soft lips and his lithe tongue twining with hers. Before that moment she'd never really felt that kissing was all that hot. It had always just been what you did first, not unpleasant but not heart stopping.

His hand twitched ever so slightly in her hair and time resumed. Her heart started beating again, in double time, and as his other hand reached into her hair she reached for his chest to hold her up. At that moment the kiss intensified. His hands cradled her head and pulled her closer. What had been sinuous snakes became starved tigers desperately questing in the fading light for sustenance. They began to devour one another. Their bodies pulling closer and closer until he let go of her head to grabbed her by the waist and lift her closer. The second her feet left the floor her legs lifted and she latched onto his waist like a drowning man grabbing onto flotsam in the ocean. The speed with which she did it caused him to stumble back a step. He turned himself and kept backing up until his leg hit the edge of the couch and he sat them down with a thump. This dislodged their mouths but only for a moment. His hands went back into her hair and they dove back into the kiss. 

The heat from the kiss was igniting Cassie's nether regions and now sitting in his lap Cassie could feel his entire hard-on. She moved her hands into his hair and tugged it just a bit when her hands closed into fists. His hands left her hair and traveled down her back to her hips. She had just enough cushion around her middle to keep them from being boney and she'd been told they made a great handhold. David was using them in just such a way and he slowly started to rock her back and forth over his hardness. Her wet cunt leaned into the rocking and her clit brushed against the hard fabric of his jeans and the bump of a metal button. She was so worked up that she felt close to cumming. She picked up the rhythm and little and a moan escaped her mouth. David slid his hands further down over her ass and past the edge of the dress before coming back up underneath it to touch her bare skin. She broke off from the kiss, arched her back and leaned her head back with a little gasp when his hands met her flesh.

He leaned his head into her now exposed cleavage and took a deep breath while his hands quested for her pool of moisture. He slid his index and middle finger through her drenched bush and found her soft center. Sliding his long broad fingers into her he began to pump them in time with her rocking motions. He drew his head back from her cleavage as she snapped hers forward and his lips found hers again as she rocked on top of him and moaned into his mouth. After a minute she pulled back from the kiss 'Fuck, oh fuck! I'm going to cum. Ohhh fuck.' He thrust a little harder with his hand as her head dropped to his shoulder and she panted through the rolling waves. Again time slowed and she rode the wave for what seems like minutes but was only a few seconds.

He slowed his thrusting as she slowed her rocking until she was limp against his shoulder and her chest was pressed into his abdomen. He pulled his slick fingers out of her and brought them over her shoulder to his mouth. He sucked her juices off his fingers and the hand still on her ass tightened. A little 'Ummm" made his chest rumble with vibrations and she smiled as he turns his mouth to her ear and hoarsely whispered, "You taste even better than you smell."

In all the years she'd been sexually active she'd had lots of guys tell her she tasted good but David was the first to say she smelled good. Since she herself loved the all the scents of sex it was a huge turn on for her to hear him say it. She lifted her head off his shoulder and sat up. She smiled at him and whispered back, "My turn to taste you. Stand up and get that jacket off."

"Ma'am, yes ma'am." He said and she backed off of him so he could stand up.

"Military brat?"

"No ma'am." He said with a smile as he took his jacket off and laid it on the edge of the window seat. He pulled his t-shirt out of his jeans and pulled that over his head as Cassie reached for the top button on his jeans and noticed that they were button downs.

"Button downs, didn't know they still made these."

He looked down at her and put his hands on her shoulders and lightly ran his hands over them and a little down her arms. "Caught my dick in a zipper once and swore never again."

Cassie soon saw the dick in question as he was going commando. "Let's get these down and sit you back down and we'll see if I can find any evidence of your mishap."

He laughed, "Thankfully the scarring was only emotional." This as she pulled his jeans over his ass. She had his jeans down to his calves when she grabbed a few pillows and threw them behind him for him to lean against as he sat. She grabbed another pillow and tossed it down on the floor in front of him. He laughed again. "Plan on being there a while?"

"That depends entirely on you." She put her hands on his hips, bent over him and started planting little kisses on his chest. She licked and sucked on each of his nipples and squatted down to work her way lower. Before she did she looked up at him and said "I love this little V of muscles that makes an arrow pointing straight to your crotch. And this is the first time I've seen blond pubic hair on a man. I like it. I think it's softer too." She said the last as she ran her hands from his thighs to the base of his shaft and ran her fingers through his pubic hair. "Sexy."

"You know you have me at a disadvantage. I'm nearly naked and you're fully dressed."

"Not fully." She reminded him which made his dick twitch. "And from where I am I can't see ANY disadvantages." She ran her hand slowly up and down his shaft as she spoke.

"Like what you see do you?" 

"I do indeed." When she closed her hand around the based again and leaned in to taste him there was a fingers width gap between her middle finger and thumb. She brought his cock forward to her mouth and ran her tongue up to the head and licked off a couple of drops of pre-cum. She slid her hand up his shaft behind her tongue until her hand was a fingers width below the head at which point she took the bulbous head into her mouth like an oversized sucker. 

The feel of it in her mouth made her grin. She moved her head slowly up and down and just as slowly rolled her tongue all around the head. She was stretching her jaw a bit but the feel of him in her mouth was sending warm signals to her crotch, adding more volume to the dampness there. The ran back of her left hand over his balls then she lifted and separated them slightly, kneading them between her fingers. All these things combined to draw a low rumbling purring sound from him. She wiggled her ass a little to try to get her pussy lips to separate and get some air flowing over the growing warmth. She couldn't believe how wanton sucking his cock was making her feel. Her insides were tightening and her heart was speeding up. She was getting ideas she'd never had before. A desire was building in her to straddle his whole length, which was just over two hand spans from base to tip. She wanted to ride him for a few slow strokes, just enough to transfer her juices to his cock, and then suck her juices off him while shoving her cunt in his face, so they could both taste her at the same time. She though it must be the reverent way he talked about her smell and taste but the reason didn't matter.

It was only a minute before she decided she really wanted to do it. When she removed her mouth from his cock and looked up at him with a smile she didn't even realize was on her face, he chucked and said "Done already?"

She just shook her head as she stood up and started unbuttoning her dress "I think it's time to finish undressing and move upstairs where we can be more comfortable for what I have in mind."

"Oh, and what would that be? Ready to climb on already?"

"Yes, but only for a minute." She gave him a sly smile.

"What, you think it'll be over that quick?" He laughed.

"Oh, I hope not, I want to try something new."

"That sounds promising."

Cassie unbuttoned her dress enough to pull it over her head but David sat up and stopped her with his hands and finished unbuttoning it slowly like she'd done with his jeans. With each button he undid he kissed the naked skin he uncovered until he got down to her bush. "That we'll leave for upstairs." He unbuttoned the last buttons and pulled the dress backwards off her shoulder and down her arms, letting it fall to the floor. "I like that silly dress on you, but I think I like it even more on the floor." 

He reached behind her to undo her bra. When he finally unlatched it he pulled it towards him freeing her tits. His eyes shone and the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile that grew broader and broader until he opened his mouth and said "God I love tits and yours are more beautiful than any I've seen." He put his hands on her ass and drew her closer so he could clasp his mouth around an erect nipple. Cassie loved to have her nipples sucked. No one had ever sucked them like a baby latching on for a drink like David was though. The way he rolled the tip between his tongue and the roof of his mouth made her cunt gush. Her hands went from his shoulders to his hair where she dug in and pressed his head further into her chest. He sucked harder, slurping at her nipple making the most erotic noises and sending waves of pleasure through her body that made her already weak knees buckle. He felt her weight shifting downward and grabbed her ass tighter locking his arms to hold her weight while making a shift to the other nipple, giving it the same wonderful treatment.

She could only stand it for a few moments before she pulled away and breathlessly said, "For fucks sake! Upstairs now, I'm dripping down my leg."

She kicked off her shoes as she headed for the stairs and he bent down to fumble his boots and jeans off. He followed her up the stairs naked. She still had her bobby socks on as she slid into the bed and reached for the light. Neither had noticed that the sun had begun to set while they were exploring one another. She was still face down on the bed just starting to turn as he reached the top. She stopped and looked at him sideways and distracted by sight of him said "Watch out!" a second too late.

While looking at her he hadn't noticed he was running out of headroom and bumped the top of his head on the low ceiling. She started forward as he bent down and put his hands on his head. She moved her legs so he could sit down.

"Shit, that hurt." He looked over at her with more chagrin then pain on his face.

Seeing he wasn't really hurt Cassie smiled and said, "I think we can take your mind off the pain."

He turned and climbed to the center of the bed. There were pillows everywhere so he grabbed the one nearest to hand and said, "Got enough pillows?"

"No. I can always use one more for something." She was smiling as she straddled him and began to slowly drag her wet cunt over his cock and balls putting her hands on his chest to steady herself.

He reached up to cup her breasts with his hands. "I love everything about your beautiful tits."

She laughed as she stroked herself slowly over him. "Even the little stretch marks?"

"Umm humm." He said as he ran a thumb over one. He repositioned his hands to take her nipples between his thumb and middle and index fingers. "Your nipples are such a lovely dark pink and they're so big. I've never seen or felt nipples so big. I think looking at them is making my dick harder."

"Don't think that's possible and it's cock, not dick." Cassie said.

David laughed "The difference being?"

"The difference being that nobody likes being around a dick and I like the sound of cock." she smiled.

"Okay, cock it is. And I'm sure it's getting harder, like your nipples."

She ground into him harder. "And now I want your cock inside me."

"Oh you do, do you."

"Yes, but only long enough to get it as dripping wet as I am."

"And then what?" He released the steadily increasing pressure he'd been applying to her nipples and put his hands on her hips as she lifted herself up and reached down to guide him inside her.

"Well, then, we're both going to... Oh, oh, uhmm" she exhaled as his cock entered her and she lowered herself onto him. "Fuck."

"Yeah, grip my cock Cassie."

"Uhmm" She slowly thrust herself back and forth on him.




Full Circle Ch. 01: Cassie



"So why are we going to stop doing this right here?"

"Oh, uhmmn, so I can suck my juices off you while I bury my cunt in your face." She said with her eyes closed.

"Oh fucking hell Cassie. Do you want me to blow right now."

She froze and her eyes flew open. "No, not yet."

"Shit, stay still a moment. Puppies, dead puppies, dead zombie puppies."

Cassie laughed, a big throaty laugh.

"No. No, don't laugh." and he laughed.

She lifts herself off of him. "Did we blow it?"

"No." He smiled, "Bring me some of that cream pie and then YOU can blow it."

"I was really planning on sucking it not blowing it." She maneuvered herself into position on top of him.

"And I plan on lapping it up."

Cassie wiggled her ass about a foot in front of his face. "You mean this? Is this what you want to lap up?"

He reaches out lightening fast and grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. "You smell so good." He spread her outer lips wide with his thumbs and his tongue darted out for a taste. Running this tongue over her clit and making her twitch he continued down her slit licking the moisture that had collected there. "Once I start I'm not stopping until we both cum. Can you swallow? Will you?"

"Can and will." She said and she turned her attention to his glistening cock. She used her left arm to brace herself against his thigh and ran her fingers over his balls. With the right she took hold of the base of his cock and they both began exploring in earnest. She put him into her mouth and took him as deeply as she could while she running her hand up and down his slick shaft. It was her first taste of her own juices. She wasn't immediately sure whether she liked it or not. She pulled her head back and ran her tongue up and down his shaft licking and mouthing his shaft. As she really began to get the taste of it, it seemed kind of earthy and both slightly sweet and salty. Not like anything she's tasted before. 

David meanwhile was using fingers from both hands to spread her inner lips apart. Once the juicy center was exposed he breathed in the scent for a moment before diving in. When he did there was nothing slow or gentle about it. He dove in tongue first, pulling the skin above her clit up with his thumb to move it out of the way giving him unfettered access to the juice pooled there. He buried his thick tongue directly into the center of her cunt and lapped up her juices with gusto exploring every crevice for her sweat cream.

Cassie felt him of course but she was so intent on what she was doing that until he plunged his tongue deep inside her, his nose brushing her taint, it didn't really register. When it did register she was surprised at the voracity with which he was slurping up her juice. He was making disgustingly erotic noises again but wetter this time. Hearing them made her gush again and she became more voracious in her own oral explorations. Whether it was the additional juices or Cassie's new more concentrated attention to his cock she couldn't say, but they seemed to be driving one another to a building frenzy. It was a state Cassie has never before felt while giving or receiving oral. She was having a night of many firsts and reveling in it.

When a finger or thumb found her clit and began to circle it she thrust her crotch backward at him really pressing against his face and her mouth clamped onto his cock. Cassie went at his cock hard with her mouth until she has a little trouble breathing and has to unlock her jaw and lean her head back a moment. 

When she did he took it as some sort of sign and rolled her over onto her back with himself above. He managed to bury his face deeper into her pussy as he did so. With the switch she could no longer reach the head of his cock with her mouth so she brought up both hands to minister to his cock while her mouth searched for the best way to engulf his balls, which she now has unlimited access to. With her hands busy she moved her head around licking and softly sucking in whatever her mouth touched. The peach fuzz on his balls tickled her nose and cheeks as she moved her face around them taking in his scent. David leaned forward a bit more so that her tongue could no longer reach any part of his cock and she has to stretch her neck to reach his balls. She started licking his taint, which he seemed to enjoy so she continued with a bit more pressure and he froze his lower half. While she'd been doing that he has been alternating between tongue fucking her and sucking on her pussy lips like a starving man. He continued to minister to her clit which was steadily bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. 

When she was right at the edge and leaned her head back to coax him on with a 'Yes, yes, yes.' he suddenly stopped everything and leaned to the side and looked at her. His face was positively glistening with her juices and she wanted to go lick it. He looked at her long enough that she started to move in for a kiss when he finally spoke. 

"I want your ass Cassie, I want to devour it as well."

Seeing the blatant desire on his face she gave him a nod and said "As long as you know what you're doing." 

He nodded back and swung his leg over her and turned to face her pussy straight on. "Roll over and stick your ass in my face Cassie. God I want to taste your ass so bad." 

She gave a little snort of surprise. She hadn't thought he'd meant it literally. She'd assumed he was about anal sex. She was a little relieved that he wasn't going to try to put his broad cock in her ass without prep. She rolled over and grabbed a pillow on to tuck under herself.

David lifted her ass higher and spread her ass cheeks and just stared for a moment. Cassie looked over her shoulder at him and her movement unfroze him. He leaned down and ran his tongue right over her asshole and then started making circles in a widening then narrowing pattern. So was so focused on the sensation that she paid no attention to his shifting hands. She was startled and jumped a bit when a hand slid up the crease of her pussy lips to hone in on her clit. He chuckled and resumed licking her ass.

He rubbed her lips between his thumb and finger and then slid a couple of fingers in her ever wet cunt, running his thumb over her clit as he went in and out. His attention to her ass never wavered and as his hand ministrations increased so did the pressure on her asshole until finally he managed to slip the tip of his tongue into her ass. It was both startling and sensual and rather than pulling away she leaned into his tongue. She'd had anal sex before but this was somehow different. She reached her hands back and spread her ass cheeks for him.

David responded to her movement by shoving his tongue further into her ass taking it from sensual to highly erotic for Cassie. He spread her ass further apart with his thumb and index finger and began tonguing her ass in earnest. The harder he went at her ass with his tongue, the harder he went at her pussy with his hand. When she reached the quivering panting stage again and was only a moment or two from cumming he abruptly stopped and pulled back again. Cassie let out an involuntary cry of dismay which made him laugh his deep throaty laugh.

He gave her ass a stinging but playful swat "Not what you expected?" He said with the laugh still in his voice.

Cassie, still feeling quivery couldn't keep the exasperation out of her voice when she replied "Well, that was the second time I was expecting to cum right when you stopped, so I guess I don't know what to expect from you."

That made David laugh again. 'I'd say I'm sorry, but I'd be lying. You already came once remember and I did say I wanted to cum in your mouth while drinking you in."

"Oh my god, give me your cock already then. I don't know how much more of this almost cumming I can take." 

"Aww Cassie, could you possibly be begging to suck my cock?" The smile on his face turned to a smirk and the laughter left his eyes which seemed to have darkened from emerald green to a deep forest green as he said "Go ahead, Cassie, let me hear you beg for my cock in your mouth."

Cassie rolled to the side and sat up. "Is that what your after? Think you're such a hot shit that you can make me beg for it." She leaned back, away from him. Not frightened but beginning to be feel indignant.

David smiled a real smile again and shook his head. "Beautiful Cassie, I don't want you to beg for anything. But I would like it if you'd say my name."

Cassie started to relax and apologize for getting bitchy "David..."

"Ahh, you said it. Don't apologize, I'm afraid I was just having a little fun at your expense. If anyone should apologize it's me. I really enjoy hearing you say my name. Would you say it again?" He tilted his head and gave her and eager puppy eyes look.

Cassie smiled back and said "David...David...David" in her sultriest voice.

"Look how hard you make me Cassie," he gestured with his open hands toward his crotch. "I know it's much too soon, but I think he's in love with you. He's not usually quite so impulsive." Cassie laughed. "It must be pheromones, your tits got his attention, but your scent" he closes his eyes a moment as he sniffed the air and then looked at her. "Add to that your taste and your enthusiasm and well you've sent my poor defenseless cock into a tailspin. He just can't seem to get enough." His cock twitched as if to emphasize his point. "See, he wants more. He needs more, Cassie. Won't you be kind and humor him a while longer. If not for him, for me. I don't want to have to get back on my bike and drive like this again."

Cassie chuckled and moved toward him. "I think I can find it in my heart to humor him this one time. He does look so very eager."

"Isn't it the beaver that's supposed to be eager?"

"Well she was more than eager a moment ago, and then a little while before that. Now I'm afraid she may be a little gun shy." Cassie said with a twinkle.

"Well if you'll humor my poor cock I'll try to coax your SHY beaver into being eager once more." Cassie leaned in for a kiss, then pulled back. David put his hands on her arms to halt her. "I know what you're thinking, and if it didn't hurt me, it won't hurt you." Cassie hesitated only a second and gave in with a shrug but the kiss was quite tame, their tongues barely touching, and very brief. After just a minute David pulled back and started grabbing pillows and said "Let's begin again where we started. Climb me Cassie, I want to suck those beautiful tits again."

David was in a reclined sitting position with the pillows mounded in the corner of the bed as Cassie climbed on top of him. This time as she stroked her wetness over him he held her breasts together like two missiles and sucked on her nipples going back and forth between them every few seconds. It sent waives of pleasure straight to her aching groin and when she lifted up David's cock sprang straight for her pussy. She didn't even need to use her hands to guide him in. She put her hands on his shoulders instead and slowly lowered herself. She road him making slight changes in her positioning until his cock hit her sweet spot and then she locked her legs and sped up her motions. David lifted his head from her left nipple and looked her in the eyes. His emerald eyes darkened again as he said "You're close aren't you?" Cassie just nodded not trusting herself to speak and not stopping.

He adjusted his hands and grasped her engorged nipples between his index fingers and thumbs and began to knead and tug them. "Cum for me Cassie. I want to see your face and hear my name." He thrust upwards as he said the word name. Cassie let out a sound that was half gasp, half moan.

"Say my name Cassie." Again he thrust on the word name.

Cassie's breathing was almost a pant but she whispered, "David" as her head dropped down to her chest.

"Look at me Cassie. Say my name Cassie" Again he thrust on name.

A little louder this time Cassie said, "David."

"Louder Cassie." He thrust on louder.

Her breath caught but she managed to moan out, "David."

"Louder Cassie."

"David."

"Louder Cassie."

She could feel her orgasm building and her breathing deepening, this time it came out as a guttural half shout. "David!"

"That's it Cassie, louder."

"David!" 

"Louder Cassie."

"David, David, David!" Cassie growled out. Her breath was whooshing out with every down stroke. 

"Yes Cassie, say it. Tell me what you want."

"Fuck me David, fuck me." And he did. Thrusting up to meet her with every bounce, eyes locked until hers glazed and closed as her head fell backward as her breathing stopped and she shuddered through her orgasm, which was longer and stronger than her earlier one had been.

David released his hold on her nipples and put his hands on her hips helping hold her up while she got control of her muscles.

"Ah Cassie, I want you to taste us again, just like you wanted earlier. Think you can still do it?" 

Chest still heaving, cunt still quivering Cassie said "I do." 

Cassie took a few moments to regain her equilibrium and slid off him. He spread his legs to accommodate her and she leaned in for a kiss. While not as intense as their first kiss it was still quite passionate. She finally pulled away and turned her attention to his cock that glistened with her cum. She bent down between his legs and took it in her mouth as she reached for the shaft with her hands.

The moment her tongue touched the head of David's cock he sighed, a deep satisfied sigh. "Yes Cassie, drink us in." He said in a low voice.

She closed her mouth around him and slid her hand up and down his shaft in a motion that would soon succeed in making him cum. Running her tongue from the center of his head down the cleft to just below the head and sucking on the return motion. With a firm steady grip on the shaft she mimicked the motions of her head and mouth in reverse as she took in all of him that she could fit in her mouth, going deeper with each stroke. It didn't take long, 2-3 minutes before David starting thrusting up into her mouth and she stopped her up and down motions and let him slide through her hand and into her mouth at pace that worked for him. His breathing sped up and he planted his hands on the bed to brace himself as he fucked her mouth. 

Finally he started panting her name with each thrust and she knew he was going to cum any second. He relaxed his arms but kept thrusting and when he came she wasn't completely prepared for the force of it. As if he knew she was going to draw back he put his hands into her hair, holding her head gently but firmly, preventing her from pulling back as he groaned out her name in the throes of his own orgasm. Hearing that reverent tone in his voice again she relaxed and started swallowing. She continued sucking and swallowing even though the force and amount of cum was gagging her a bit she kept it up until he'd finished. When he let go of her head she took her mouth off his cock and leaned back. She could see his leg muscles quivering slightly as hers had. She tapped his left leg so he'd move it and she flopped down beside him. 

David gave a little chuckle and said, "Me too. I don't think I could stand right now if my life depended on it."

Cassie's eyes closed and she flopped her arm over her face. Her chest was heaving slightly and she said in a very tired voice. "I'm going to have to move soon, I'm dying of thirst."

David smiled down at her and said "Next time we'll be sure to bring water with us."

Something about the way he said it made Cassie lift her arm from her eyes and lean her head back to look at him. He had a deeply contented and satisfied look on his face. What made Cassie stare was the sound of possession in his voice. Barely above a whisper Cassie said, "Next time?" with raised eyebrows.

David chuckled and the glint was back in his eyes as he replied "Well, we were supposed to suck each other off to finish. I didn't get a chance to suck your clit. Don't you want to know what that feels like Cassie?"

The possessive tone was gone and Cassie thought maybe she'd imagined it. She also thought a minute about his tongue on and in her ass. "Maybe I do David. Maybe I do." And closed her eyes again.

When she opened them she was back on her porch in the orchard. Her cup of tea was cold as she went to take a sip. She sighed and said "Fuck! I need to get laid!' She then scooped up her journal and went inside to take care of the urge on her own.