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How Did I Ever Here?

By: SubmissiveRomantic



A little guy's journey through life takes some unusual twists and turns.

(Comments are welcomed - Be kind this was my first attempt at writing) 

Prolog

Awareness came slowly. The darkness dissipated and was replaced by the brightness of the overhead lights.

Where was I? I turned my head sidewise, realizing I was on my back in the middle of a boxing ring. I had been sparring with Kris the owner of the gym I belong to. It was my - attitude adjustment - she had said. I slowly got to my feet, noticing that my gloves, wraps and mouth piece were placed neatly on the apron of the ring. How long was I out? Where was Kris? Shaking my head, I climbed through the ropes, left the room and headed for the locker room. I was aware that the gym was completely empty and most of the lights had been turned off. 

As I entered the locker room, I passed a large full length mirror. I surveyed the damage. My body was covered in welts along my sides. My face was swollen; I was going to have at least one black eye by morning, but all in all, not as bad as I thought. I just felt like I got hit by a truck.

I took off my gym shorts, kicked off my sneakers, pulled off my socks, grabbed a towel and headed for the showers.

'I guess I'm going to have to find a new gym,' I thought as I turned on the shower as hot as I could stand it. Turning my back to the wall, I let the water run over my back. God it felt good. 

I let my mind ponder the question, how did a guy from Southern California end up in Bentonville, Arkansas getting his ass kicked by a woman?

*

Chapter 1: Life in Southern California

I was born in a small town just north of San Diego. My parents, William and Maria Carpenter were both good looking and extremely fit. My father was a retired Marine. He had met my mother shortly after returning from Vietnam. It was love at first sight for both of them. They married in 1966; I came along about a year later. It was a loving household and life was good.

Fat didn't stand a chance in our house. Mom was a dietician at the local hospital and was an aerobics instructor with classes three nights a week at the local recreation center. Dad never truly retired from the Marines. Every morning started at 5:00 with 30 minutes of calisthenics and a five mile run through the hills behind our house. I was eager to join my Dad and did so starting from age of 7. I slowly built up my endurance and fitness to the point where, most mornings, I could keep up with him.

At this point I should let the reader know a little more about myself. I just turned fourteen. I am 5'1" tall and weigh about 90 pounds. Something happened within my body that the doctors couldn't explain to my parents. My body just seemed to stop growing. I was perfectly normal in every other sense, healthier that most kids my age. I was just going to be short. My mom was about 5'8" and my dad was 6'1". I know they loved me but I had this nagging feeling that I was a little bit of a disappointment, especially to my father. Every guy wants his son to be just like him. Well that just wasn't going to happen in my case. I was not going to be a leader of men, a star football player, or a captain of industry, being a shrimp.

In 1981, three events seemly unrelated, changed my life. First, I got knocked out in my first, and only boxing tournament; I discovered girls; and I lost my virginity.

All through grammar school everything was fine. I was always one of the smallest kids in my class, but everyone knew me and liked me. I never had a problem with bullies. Just after the New Year started however my dad, during our morning run, suggested that I learn some basis self-defense skills and maybe take up boxing as a hobby. He explained that since I would be starting high school in a couple of months, I would be in class with a whole group of kids that were strangers and that some may see my small stature as a sign of weakness and try to take advantage of me. Also, I would be a freshman in a school with almost three thousand kids three quarters of which would be older than me.

"I want you to know how to protect yourself, he said, not so that you can go out and pick a fight with anyone. Just the opposite, I want you to be able to use your intelligence to be able to avoid a fight, to defuse a potentially explosive situation. However there will be times when fighting may be unavoidable, that's when your training and conditioning will pay off"

When our run ended, instead of going in to shower and start our day, he led me into the garage where he had built a small boxing ring. Once in the ring we went through various self defense techniques that he had learned in the Corps. He also showed me how to throw the basic types of punches, jabs, hooks, upper cuts, and crosses. Then he said he had to get ready for work and left.

Each morning, we would go through the same workout. We cut our run to four miles to give us a little more time in the gym. He bought a heavy bag which he hung from the rafters. I ended each lesson with fifteen minutes on the heavy bag. At the end my arms were exhausted, but I felt great. I was in the best shape of my life; still slight of build, but strong and confident.

One day, he asked me if I thought I was ready to be in an actual boxing match. We had sparred together, but with him being so much bigger and stronger than me, he had always just been on defense, blocking my punches, feigning his own and never actually hitting me for fear of hurting me. 

"I think you are ready; but you'll never know what it's like to be hit if we just do what we've been doing. I think it's important to find out if you can stand up to someone after they hit you. It's better to do that in a ring, in a controlled fight where every precaution is taken to avoid the fighters getting hurt, than to find out in the school parking lot or in back of the gym. I looked into an amateur boxing tournament that's taking place this weekend in San Diego. It has a sub novice class for first timers. You will be fighting in the lightest weight class, but you could still be out weighted by as much as fifteen pounds."

"Ok Dad, let's go for it."

The morning of the tournament we drove to San Diego. The tournament was set up as a one day elimination contest. You fought the first bout around 9:00, if you won, your second bout started at 11:00. The winners fought in the semi-finals at 2:00 and the finals were at four.

I won my first two fights on points, primarily by sticking and moving. I was smaller than my opponents but much faster. I remember the feeling of confidence I had as I stepped into the ring for my semi-final bout. Once again my opponent was taller and bigger than me. My dad stood in front of me, giving me my last minute instructions. Then, the bell sounded the referee called us into the middle of the ring to give us our instructions. I was in the red corner and wore a red shirt with my shorts; my opponent was in the blue corner wearing a blue shirt over his shorts. We touched gloves, went back to our corners and waited for the bell.

From the beginning, this bout would not be the same as my others. My opponent was more skilled than me, punched harder and most importantly was just as quick as me. By the end of the first round, my nose was bleeding and I had a little swelling under my left eye. Dad told me to just do my best, protect myself, and try to get inside and hit his body as often as possible. I did as best as I could, but each round got progressively worse. So that by the end of the third round I was clearly out matched and way behind on points.

"Do you want me to stop the bout?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No, I won't quit, I can still win with a knockout." 

He just looked at me, smiled and said,

"Ok, you have to go for the knockout by drawing his guard down, he's protecting his head. Try hitting him in the solar plexus, pointing to his chest just below where his ribs met. If you can hit him there with a good shot, it might be enough to disable him for a few moments and you can finish him."

The bell sounded for the final round, we touched gloves, and he was smiling confidently which angered me all the more. The round went as before, me absorbing punches trying to get inside, him throwing punches trying to keep away to protect his big lead on points. With about a minute to go in the round, he threw a right hand that missed, he was off balance, and I saw my opening and threw a straight right at his chest. It landed with a thud, but was a little off target to the left. It still stunned him; he bounced off the ropes and retreated a couple of steps. Sensing weakness I went in for the kill.

What happen next I really don't know. My dad told me during the ride back home that as I moved in he threw a looping overhand right over my jab. It looked to him like a baseball pitcher throwing a fastball. It landed flush on my jaw; my legs crumbled and I landed flat on my back; out cold. He said the ref didn't even bother to count. Instead he immediately waved for the ringside doctor and my dad and took out my mouth piece. I was out for about two minutes. When I started regaining consciousness, I saw my father's face and over his shoulder, the face of my opponent, who looked like he was going to cry. I remember thinking to myself,

'What the hell is he crying about I'm the one who got knocked out.'

Dad helped me onto my stool, while the ref was raising my opponent's hand in victory. As soon as I convinced them that I was ok, my Dad and I left the ring and went back to the locker room. I got dressed in my street clothes and we headed for home.

It was a quiet ride the rest of the way home, until I tried to apologize for losing the bout. My dad pulled the car off to the side of the road and looked sternly at me. 

"You never have to apologize to me for not succeeding in anything you do. The only time I want to hear an apology from you is when you haven't tried your best. I'm very proud of you. You knew that your opponent was more skilled that you and that you were probably going to lose, but you didn't quit. You showed real courage; the true spirit of a man. That's all I can ever ask of you." 

That made me feel really good, despite the aches and pains I was experiencing. Then he said, almost in a whisper,

"Now we just have to face your mother."

After we got home, after the examination of my face and upper body by my mom, after the cold compress, I was left alone in the family room while my parents adjourned to their bedroom. There was a lot of loud arguing, followed by a long period of silence, then more talking. At dinner, everything appeared to be back to normal.

The next morning during our run, my dad seemed to be thinking of how to tell me something. When we go back to the house I began hitting the heavy bag, then stopped and turned to him and said,

"Is it alright if I continue my training with you? I just think I'll give up on the actual boxing matches."

I could see the relief in my Dad's eyes.

The next day was a school day. I got to my classroom and all the guys gathered around me asking how I got the black eye. When I told them that I got it in a boxing match, they assumed that I lost and started laughing and making jokes about getting my ass kicked. I tried to tell them that I won my first two bouts but they were hearing none of that. I left the group and went over to the windows. That's when a couple of the girls that were in our class came over to me. They looked at my eye and started to fawn over me, mothering me. One even leaned over and kissed my cheek just under the eye, saying "a kiss to make it all better." I don't know if it made my eye any better but it did have an effect on another part of my body. It was a new experience for me; and I liked it, a lot. The teacher walked in shortly thereafter and classes began. But when I got home that day I laid on my bed and thought about what happen. I made a decision that afternoon that girls were going to be a big part of my life from then on.

In school, I started hanging around with the girls when I could. I found out what they liked and disliked especially about boys. Our end of term dance was coming up soon for the eighth graders. We were all expected to attend. The talk among the boys was that it was going to be boring with the girls on one side of the gym, the boys on the other, with records being played by one of the teachers. There would be stuff to eat and drink, but nothing cool ever happened. When I was talking with the girls they were all excited about the dance, hoping to dance with some of the boys. Then they laughed and said that will never happen; none of them probably know how to dance. They just seemed to accept me as a friend, one of them, harmless.

I went home from school that day and waited for my mom to get home from her hospital job. I think I shocked her when I asked her if she could teach me to dance. At first, she just looked at me, then a smile came to her face and she said she would. We went into the kitchen, she tuned the radio to one of her music stations and while we waited for a song she asked what kind of dancing I wanted to learn. I told her,

"Slow dancing, where you get to hold each other."

"Ok, can I ask why this sudden interest in slow dancing?"

With a blush on my face I said," I think I should start thinking about girls. I sort of like talking to them and it seems they like a guy that knows how to dance."

With a chuckle, she started to explain a simple box step and how I should hold my hands and how my partner would expect me to lead her around the dance floor. With that she took my hand, put it on her waist, took my other hand and held it up and led me throw the steps. Awkwardly at first, I began to dance around the room with her. She encouraged me to hear the beat of the music, look at her and smile like I was having fun. I was; my mom is a beautiful woman. Soon, I was leading her around the room, this was fun. Suddenly she moved back from me with a start and announced that the lesson was over that she had to start dinner and I went to my room.

I came out for dinner after Dad got home. We sat quietly around the table, there was a certain amount of tension in the air. Later that night, dad came into my room, closed the door, and fumbled his way through my "the Birds and the Bees" lecture and left in a hurry. I continued to practice my dancing in my room by myself for the remainder of the week.

The dance was Friday night and I was ready. When I got there, the guys and the girls were already standing around, each on their own side. It looked like an invisible wall was standing between them. I went over by the guys, said hi to my best friend Sean Brady and grabbed a soda and some chips. We were talking for a while when the music started, a fast dance. Some of the girls moved onto the dance floor and danced in a group, while the guys just stood around and looked on and then went back to their conversations. Several songs later, a slow song came on; now it was my chance to shine. So with my head held high, I walked over to where a group of girls was standing and asked if anyone cared to dance. One girl nodded her head, and as I lead her to the dance floor, she looked over her shoulder and shrugged. We started to dance, with me in the lead, always keeping a respectful distance between us. I think she was in shock that she was dancing with a boy from class, because I was the one that had to start the conversation, but soon we were smiling and laughing at the guys who were all looking at us. When the song ended I thanked her for the dance and escorted her back to her friends.

We were standing there talking as a group, when another slow song came on. Another girl, the prettiest and most popular girl in the class, looked me in the eye and asked me to dance. How could I refuse? We went out on the floor and danced, it was wonderful. That seemed to be the pattern for the rest of the night. Although I did dance some fast dances with a group of girls, I danced each slow dance with a different girl until I had danced with all those girls that wanted to dance.

I only had one minor setback during the evening; it was when one of the more physically advanced girls asked me to dance. We got on to the dance floor, started to dance and suddenly she pulled me in close to her. Our bodies were touching and she had her head on my shoulder. That lasted for about a minute until I felt the hand of one of the older female teachers on my other shoulder and heard her telling us to break it up. I excused myself and headed for the men's room. I washed my face and tried to calm down. When I came back into the room I received a few cheers from the guys that were watching our dance. I also noticed my partner talking with a small group of girls who were all giggling and glancing my way.

Soon the dance was over and my dad picked me up. School ended on Wednesday of the following week. We said our goodbyes; some of us were going to see each other over the summer, and others we would see in high school, while others we might never see again because they were going to private high schools.

That summer was a typical summer in Southern California; it was hot, but not too hot, dry and sunny, perfect for baseball. My best friend Sean and I would ride our bikes every day down to the ball field where we would meet a bunch of neighborhood kids of all ages and play the Great American pastime. We'd choose up sides and play all morning; sometimes into early afternoon. I wasn't the best kid there but I was sure handed and played a wicked second base. I didn't hit for power, but I did get on base a lot.

One particularly hot day, we played an extra long time and by 2:00 we were all hot and tired and went our separate ways. Sean and I went to his house. His Dad's company had built all of the houses in our community. His house was at the top of the hill and was on the highest level lot in the area. The house was a ranch, which from the air must have looked like a wide letter V. On one side of the lot, the hill continued upward, on the other the property seemed to just drop off out of sight. Sean had a large built- in swimming pool in his back yard which was completely private. The only way to see into the back yard was if someone was standing of the very tip of the roof of the neighbor's house. A strategically placed group of trees took care of that problem. So after a long hot game and an even hotter bike ride up the hill, we dropped our bikes, ran around the house, took off our clothes and jumped in the pool. We were all alone, my parents and Sean's parents had gone on a long weekend fishing trip off the Mexican coast and Sean's older sister Edel was working and would not be home before her shift ended at four at the local MacDonald's. 

Sean was the tallest guy in our class and would eventually be our quarterback on the football team. He was well muscled and looked like an athlete. We became such good friends because of our parents being such good friends. I've known Sean forever. We were the odd couple of our school. We'd walk down the hall and the contrast was apparent. Sean was just under six foot tall, with broad shoulders and a long loping stride. I was just over five foot one inch, with the body of a long distance runner. 

I got out of the pool and ran over to the diving board and started to bounce up and down. Sean was standing at the other end of the pool when he shouted,

"Geez, you're hung like a horse"

That was true; the one part of my body that seemed to grow was my cock. Flaccid I was a good six inches, erect I was over eight. As I bounced up and down on the board my cock began to come to life, when fully erect, on my body it looked obscene. I dove into the water, swimming for a couple of minutes while my erection went down. Sean and I were good friends, but not that good! We climbed out of the pool, grabbed a couple of towels out of the pool storage locker, and settled on a couple of lounge chairs in the shade and just relaxed.


How Did I Ever Here?



Little did we know that we had an audience that day. Edel's boss had sent her home early because they were over staffed for the number of customers that day. After all, it was a holiday weekend, and everyone appeared to be outside grilling their own hamburgers and hot dogs. When she got home she pulled her car into the garage since one of the family vehicles would be gone for several days. She heard us come home and saw us skinny dipping. I found this all out later that night. 

After we were lying down for a while she snuck back out of the house, drove down the block and went shopping until it was the time that she would normally get home. When she drove back, we were already dressed and in the house. We ordered a couple of pizzas and grabbed a couple of cokes from the fridge when they arrived. Edel paid the driver from the money her parents left her and we all settled in for a quiet evening in front of the TV. Or so I thought; about nine o'clock Edel suggested that we all get ready for bed, then come back to the family room and we'd watch a movie on HBO. I went to the guest room, stripped and slipped on my pajama bottoms and a tee shirt.

I got back to the family room to find Sean, similarly dressed sitting in the recliner and Edel standing behind the bar getting three rum and cokes ready. She gave each of us a drink, turned and sat on the sofa. The only other seat with a clear view of the TV was next to her on the sofa. She was wearing an old football jersey which came down to her knees when she was standing but exposed a good bit of her thighs when she sat with her legs on the coffee table. I had always thought of her as Sean's older sister. After all she was three years older than us and she was my best friend's sister, she used to baby sit for me when my folks went out.

Now she was sitting next to me, barefooted, half naked and looking very good indeed. I took a gulp of my drink. She leaned over and whispered in my ear to take it slow the night was just beginning. Just then the movie started. I don't remember its name just that it was some wild teenage party movie with lots of tits and ass, drinking and car chases. Half way through the movie she got each of us another drink. This one didn't appear to be as strong as the first. We continued to watch the movie, but I was spending just as much time looking at her feet and her long legs. Suddenly we heard some light snoring coming from the recliner. Edel whispered in my ear,

"Thank goodness, I thought he'd never fall asleep. I made his drinks triple strong and ours light on the booze."

I was about to ask why, when she leaned in against me rubbing her tits against my arm saying,

"I saw you guys come home this afternoon. I was very impressed. Come on, let's go upstairs to my bedroom, don't worry about him, I'm sure he'll be spending the night right here."

With that she shut the TV, shut the light and covered Sean with a light blanket. He didn't budge an inch.

I followed her up the stairs, getting an even better view of her long legs, only now I was looking right up to her white panties. That night was the greatest night of my young life. Edel took my virginity, but more importantly taught me how to make love to a woman, and she taught me other lessons as well. 

"Now I'm going to give you the best piece of advice that I can. Always keep your mouth shut when it comes to your lovers. There is nothing that turns a girl off faster than hearing from others about a guy bragging about how he bedded this one or that one. If you can keep it to yourself, I guarantee that you will become the most popular guy in the school. Promise me you will do it."

Of course, I promised her.

"Good, because I'm going to tell some of my girl friends about you. They'll be older than you, and won't be looking for a romantic relationship. They will just be looking for some companionship. But you are going to have to be careful and very discreet. Some of these girls have very big and tough boyfriends, who would not take it too well having their girlfriends seeing a stud like you."

My life was never going to be the same.

*

Chapter 2 - THE HIGH SCHOOL YEARS

Starting the new school year in a new school, and being a freshman in a school where every other grade are considered upper classmen can be unsettling, especially if your small like me. I can't tell you how many times I was late trying to get from one classroom in one building to my next class three building away and up two floors. Walking in the halls before class was an adventure in itself. Trying to avoid eye contact with any of football team, while still trying to look at the all the pretty girls can be challenging. Every once in awhile I would pass Edel while she was talking with a group of her friends. From the friends I'd get looks of disdain or would just be ignored, but Edel would always say hi and throw me her best smile. 

That was the beginning of my two years as an amateur gigolo. It seemed that more and more girls were requesting my company. Of course, I never complained, nor did I ever talk. I was a young man with two reputations. With the "Bad Girls" I was the guy who could keep my mouth shut. With the "Good Girls" in my class I was the perfect date. I was always a gentleman, they never had to worry about improper behavior from me. They could go out with me, we would have a great time and I would bring them back home perfectly intact with a gentle kiss on the cheek as I left. I never had a case of raging hormones that would prompt bad behavior because I was always taking care of some horny "friend".

And so it went. For the rest of my freshman year and all of sophomore and junior years, I was basically handed down from one senior class to the next, by older sisters to their younger sisters. Not that I regretted it or would have changed a thing. I was enjoying myself. There was just one problem. I was lonely. I wanted a relationship, maybe love and that wasn't going to happen the way things were.

Then the last week of my junior year something happened that would change everything. 

My gym teacher, who was also the basketball coach, left a message with my final class of the day, asking me to see him in his office after school. I walked into the gym and over to his office, the door was closed but I could hear a conversation taking place. I knocked on the door and the coach opened it inviting me in. As I entered I was confronted with one of the biggest men I had ever met. He must have been at least six foot eight, and if he was standing in a doorway, his shoulders would be squeezed by the frame.

The coach introduced him as Johan Hult. I stuck out my hand and he took it into his huge hands and shook me hard. We sat down and the coach took over the conversation. 

"Johnnie, I asked you here because Johan has a problem that I think you are uniquely qualified to handle. Johan's daughter was critically injured in a skiing accident about six months ago. She has been in a cast for months. She only recently has had the last cast removed and is just beginning to walk again. She is an outstanding basketball player, and has received many scholarship offers. The University of Tennessee is very interested in having her go there. The one question in everyone's mind is, can she still play ball at that level. That's where you come in." 

"Coach, I'm not a basketball player." 

"I know that, but what you are is the best conditioned athlete in the school. That's what she needs. We want you to work out with her until our basketball practices begin. She is going to playing on the boy's basketball team next season if she can get herself ready in time. Will you do it?"

I thought for a second or two then said "of course I will."

Mr. Hult gave me their address and asked if I could start the next day. I told him that I normally start my workouts early, about 5:30. He said that would be fine that Erika, his daughter, couldn't wait to begin. We shook hands again, mine all but disappearing in his, and left.

*

Chapter 3 -- ERICKA THE GREAT

The next morning, I ran to their address. It was about 2 miles from my home on the outskirts of the town. It was a big old farm house with a large barn in the back of the driveway. A basketball hoop was attached to the barn over the large double doors. I walked up the stairs on to the front porch and knocked on the door. The door opened almost immediately and there stood a mountain of a girl. She was six foot six inches tall, with short blond hair, bright blue eyes and a dazzling smile.

" Hello coach" she said coming out the door.

She took my hand and I was amazed at how big her hands were and how firm her grip was. Dressed in sweats it was hard to get an idea of how her body was, but for me it was lust at first sight.

I told her we would start off slowly, I didn't want to overdo it the first day. It would be a workout to judge in what kind of shape she was in. This week we would start off by walking down to the school, maybe taking a lap or two then walking back. I saw the disappointment in her eyes, but she agreed. We talked as we walked. She had always been big for her age. Her dad was obviously big and her mom had been big as well. I caught the use of the past tense and asked what happen. 

"She died two years ago of a brain aneurism."

"I'm so sorry" 

"Thanks, now it's just me and my dad. He's a construction engineer for a large construction company. We moved here about six months ago, right after my accident, he's overseeing a bridge construction project in the valley. I'm hoping to get back into shape so that I can get a full scholarship to play for the Tennessee Lady Vols basketball team, and maybe, if I continue to improve, to play professionally somewhere someday."

I thought she was looking ok so I said, "Let's jog for the next few minutes."

With that, her smile came back and off we went at a slow jog. That lasted about five minutes before she had to slow down to a walk again.

"I guess I'm not in as good a shape as I thought." 

"Give it time, you'll make it all the way back and beyond. I promise"

We made it to the school and out to the track. She insisted that we take at least one lap, and then headed back home. Each day we would start out the same way, with a little more jogging and one additional lap. After about three weeks there was no more walking. After two more weeks went by we began doing wind sprints once we got to the track.

In the sprints I would always start out a little faster than her, but by the thirty yard mark this giant gazelle with her long strides would overtake me and finish about ten yards ahead of me. She was just magnificent. The more we worked out, the more I got to know her, the deeper in love I fell. 

By the start of the school year, she was in great shape, she had dropped about 15 pounds she said; although it looked like more to me. I picked her up for the first day of school, my dad had given me for my eighteenth birthday his old VW Beetle. It was fun watching her get in and out of the bug, even with the seat all the way back her knees still hit the dash board. At school was the first time I really got to get a better idea of her body. She was really broad at the shoulders and had a remarkably narrow waist for someone so big. Her legs were long of course and ended in a nice tight butt. As we walked through the halls, arm in arm, sometimes holding hands we looked even odder than when Sean & I were best friends. We were now christened the odd couple. Erika would come to my house sometimes to study, she would eat over occasionally as well. My parents loved her. We even celebrated our eighteenth birthdays together at our house. I loved her. There was just one problem, I don't think she ever loved me.

One day, a week before the start of basketball practice, Erika asked me if that Saturday we could start our workout around eight o'clock. She also asked if I could drive over, that she wanted to drive somewhere after our workout.

Saturday came, I drove to her house. When I went to the front door there was a note on the door telling me she was in the barn. I walked around back and as I approached the barn I heard clanging noises which I couldn't quite place. I went in through the side door and stopped in my tracks. There ahead of me was Erika, lying on a weight bench, pushing a bar filled with weights off her chest extending her arms to their full length then dropping the weight down, only to repeat the process again and again. Finally she put the weight back on the stand, and sat up. Looking at me she said,

"Now you know. I not only play basketball and run, but I also lift weights"

She stood up. It was then that I realized that she was dressed in a pair of gym shorts and a tight tank top. She walked over to me and asked me if I would do her a favor.

" Before you answer let's talk."

We sat down on the weight bench, she wiped her face with a towel and began to speak.

" Johnnie, she said, I was in the locker room after gym, I don't think the girls in the next row knew I was still there. Anyway they were talking girl talk about boys and stuff; when one of them said that she was really horny and that she hadn't found anyone to have sex with since her boy-toy had been taken out of circulation. The other girl said yeah, since Erika came to the school Johnnie spends all his time with her and is no longer available. After I got over the initial shock of what they had just said, I walked around the corner and stood there. I thought they would shit in their panties. I asked them to explain and that I wasn't mad at all. They told me quite a story. I just want you to answer one question. Is it true?"

What could I say other than yes it was all true, that I was a boy-toy for most of my years in high school, and that I quit when I met her. 

"And why is that?" 

I took a deep breath and sighed, "Because I love you." 

"We have a real problem Johnnie, I like you very much, but it can't be anything more than that, after this year I'll be heading to U.T. and you've indicated that you're going to go to UCLA. We can't have a long term relationship being over 2,500 miles apart. I'll tell you what, if you want, we still have the rest of this year and until I have to leave for school. I would love to be your girl until then" 

"Yes, Yes, Yes, I'll take any time that I can with you."

"Now I have a favor to ask of you, I want you to make love to me. I don't want to be an eighteen year old virgin anymore."

With that she stood and almost yanked me to my feet. She bent down and kissed me. I returned the kiss; our tongues twisting and exploring. I felt her hands running up my sides until they were under my arm pits, then she straighten up and lifted me off my feet. I was looking directly into her blue eyes with my feet dangling almost a foot and a half of the ground. I was already getting hard, she must have felt it. I put my head on her shoulder and glanced in the direction of the of the weight bench. Eyeing the bar on the rack I noted that there were four twenty five plates on each side. 

"Holy shit, I whispered, you were lifting 200 pounds when I walked in." 

"You forgot the bar, that's an additional 25 pounds. My best is 245 pounds." 

"That's over twice my weight." 

She put me back on the ground.

" If you like that, then you'll love this."

Taking her top in her hands, she pulled sideways, and the shirt just ripped completely down the middle. There she stood, naked from the waist up, dressed only in her gym shorts in a double bicep pose. I was literally shaking I was so turned on. She took two steps forward and the grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I felt like I was a child and my mother was undressing me for my bath. I kicked off my sneakers as she was tossing my shirt on what was left of hers. She got down on one knee and pulled my gym shorts and underwear down to my feet in one swift movement, my cock first being forced downward, then when freed from my shorts springing upward slapping her in the chin. It was her turn to be awe stuck.

"Holy shit, it's so big, it's beautiful! Are all guys this big?"

"No, I said, I'm a couple inches above average. I'm sure there are bigger ones out there."

She stood up saying," I've heard guys like blow jobs, do you?"

I nodded.

"Well I bet you've never had one like this before."

With that she slipped her right hand under my left arm as her left hand grasped my right thigh and lifted me in one fluid motion high over her head in. After adjusting her position slightly, she tilted her head back, opened her mouth and took my cock into her mouth. I could feel her tongue swirl around the head. Then she started moving me up and down as if I was her weights. Up and down I'd go, almost out of her mouth, then almost completely into it. It was the most erotic feeling I've ever known. This woman was so much stronger than I ever imagined. She had so much power over me, I was completely at her mercy. Suddenly, I felt my orgasm coming.

"Erika, stop I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!"

Instead of pulling off my cock like I thought she would, she lowered me until I could feel her lips pressing in the root of my cock. I exploded, sending my cum directly down her throat. She held me that way until the last of contractions was over, then she sucked out whatever was left and gently put me down. I held on to her to avoid collapsing at her feet. 

When I felt I could stand on my own again, I gazed up into her eyes and said, 

"Wow that was awesome. Now it's my turn."

I fell to my knees and eased her gym shorts to the floor. She was naked underneath. 

"Pretty sure of yourself weren't you."

" You're a man aren't you?"

I nudged her legs a little wider apart and looked up at her pussy. It was nearly bald except for a little tuff of blond hair at the top. I began licking up and down along the outer lips. She had a very prominent clit, which protruded from the top of her pussy. With every upward lick, my nose would bump it, making her twitch. She was already dripping with wetness. I let my tongue catch some of her nectar and followed it to its source. She was moaning with desire. I knew she was almost there. I slid my arms up around her thighs and grabbed her muscular ass with both hands as I latched onto her extended clit. She suddenly gave out a scream and went stiff. I could feel the muscles of her thighs and ass clench throughout her orgasm. I made a mental note to be very careful when I go down on her the next time. I didn't want my head to be trapped by those powerful legs. I think if she had been on her back with my head between her thighs I could easily have been knocked out before she realized what she had done. I leaned back and gazed up at her. Her eyes were closed and she had a very serene look on her face. Opening her eyes she looked down at me, extended her hand and said, 

"Come on into the house, I needed you in my bed now!" 

"Is your father home?" I asked. 

"No, he had to go back east to the corporate office for a few days of meetings; he won't be back until Monday night."

She practically dragged me, both of us naked to the back door, which was unlocked, and through the house to her bedroom. She climbed on the bed, turned onto her back and gave me that come hither look. Not needed to be asked twice, I climbed up between her legs and remembering my lessons I asked her if she was on the pill. 

"Yes, she responded, I needed it a couple of years ago to regulate my period and have been on them ever since."

"This may hurt a bit being it's your first time."

"I don't think I have a hymen anymore. I think I broke it when I was young, I was quite a tom boy as a kid. Just go slowly; I should be fine."

With that I guided my cock into her pussy a little at a time. She was right, I met not resistance, just an incredible tightness. I pushed all the way in until our pubic hairs met. Slowly I began to pump in and out of her. I caught her smiling up at me and asked if she was ok. 




How Did I Ever Here?



"Oh, so much better than ok." 

I felt her pussy, squeezing me, in a rhythmic clenching and easing. This happen a couple of time during the next fifteen minutes. Soon I could feel myself building to another orgasm.

" I'm close, I said."

"Me, too." 

I felt her tighten her thighs around my hips as I stiffened, my cum spurting into her. It was wonderful. I eased my weight off my arms and rested on her body. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, an incredible feeling of serenity washing over me. I felt so safe, like nothing could ever hurt me while I was lying in her arms. 

"Welcome back", she said, as I came out of my nap.

I looked up, she was smiling at me. 

"I could get used to this." 

Reluctantly, I pulled out , and rolled off of her. She got up and headed for the bathroom, coming back a few minutes late with a wet wash cloth. She cleaned me, then said,

"Please call your parents and see if you can spend the night."

I was on the phone with my mom, who was asking all the motherly questions about was it ok with Erika's dad and such, then Erika, hearing only my side of the conversation, took the phone from me and began talking to her almost a whisper. Now, I was only getting one side of the conversation. 

" No, No, He won't be back until Monday. Yes, No, I think I can handle him. Ok. Good bye."

Handing the phone back to me I heard my mom chuckling on the other end of the line.

"Ok, you can stay. You're both eighteen and old enough to make your own decisions. You be good to her, act like a gentleman; ..... and be good."

With that she hung up the phone. That was the best day and night of my young life. 

Monday, I picked her up and drove her to school. We walked in, hand in hand; everyone who saw us knew that our relationship had changed. We didn't care. We were in love! However, basketball practice took up a lot of her time and we saw less of each now than we had ever before. In fact, the only times I got to see her was between classes and on weekends. I would go to all the basketball games and cheer for her. I remember, that towards the end of the season, during one game in which our school was dominating the team that we used to lose to each and every year, things got a little hairy.

The kid that had to guard Erika had been getting beat all game. She was just too big and too quick for him. In frustration, he started to push off of her, laying his hand on her ass. This went on for a few minutes, I saw her complain to the ref, but he shook his head indicating there was nothing he could do. The kid was getting more brazen, I guess he was getting his kicks feeling her ass. The next time down the court, she ran to the low post, and when she got the ball, the kid reached around her and instead of going for the ball, he grabbed her right breast. At that the ref blew the whistle, the kid had a shit eating grin on his face and Erika, having taken all she was going to take from him, whirled around and hit him right in the jaw. He crumbled at her feet, as Erika stood over him screaming for him to get up and fight. Whistles were blowing and the benches emptied before the refs could finally get control of the situation. Erika was ejected from the game, but left to a standing ovation. 

The coach and the principal had a long discussion after that incident. She avoided suspension from school, but the principal insisted that she could no longer play for the school team. Although she really was heartbroken that she couldn't finish the season, she had already proved to the University that she had regained her ability to play at a high level and that assured her of her scholarship.

We settled into a more normal boy girl relationship for the rest of the school year. Then, one day she called me after dinner, asking me if I could come over to her house. I got there as soon as I could and found her sitting on the front porch. It was evident that she had been crying. 

"My dad is being promoted to Vice President of the US division of the company" she exclaimed.

"That's great." 

"No, you don't understand. It means I have to move again. I talked Daddy into letting me stay here until the end of the school year, then, I have to move back to my aunt's home in Minnesota until I go to school in the fall. I thought we were going to have this summer together. Now we have less than two weeks." 

We held each other close and promised each other that we could make it work. Each knowing that they were empty promises. She was going to be a big star at U.T. and then who knew where. I was going to UCLA, majoring in business, with no real plans for the future. 

I got back home late that night. My mom was in the kitchen when I came through the door. The look on my face told her all she needed to know. She came over to me and held me close. I cried again. Then, I went to my room. 

Graduation was a bitter sweet ending to an almost perfect school year. We said our goodbyes that night, not wishing to drag it out any longer. I kissed her, I told her I would always love her, turned and left for home.

*

Chapter 4 IT COULDN'T GET ANY WORSE, COULD IT?

I moped around the house for a couple of days. Then, my dad came to me and said,

"you're coming to work for me as an apprentice carpenter for the summer." 

That I found out was a glorified term for a "go-fer" as in, go for this, go get that, get coffee, etc. Well at least I was out of the house, earning some money for school in the fall. I also was learning the importance of a good education. Every night I would come home exhausted from running around the job site, carrying fifty pound boxes of nails, two by fours, and sheets of plywood, in between my trips to the local seven- eleven for coffee and buttered rolls. 

Then came the Fourth of July week-end, three days off alone; my parents were driving to LA for a long overdue vacation. They left Friday night and weren't due back until Monday night. I spent that Friday night making plans to meet up with some of my friends from school on Saturday night.

Saturday morning I was awakened by the door bell. I slipped on a pair of pants and looking out I saw Ed and Katherine Brady, along with a state trooper. I opened the door, they asked to come in. I could see on their faces that they had bad news. 

My parents had made it to LA and were out walking in front of their hotel when a group of rival gang members began shooting at one another. My parents were caught in the initial barrage of gun fire and were killed instantly. When the police went though their pockets, they found my father's business cards and contacted Ed. Katherine held me as the realization that my parents were dead hit me.

For the next couple of days I walked around like a zombie. They insisted that I stay at their house. They made the funeral arrangements and helped me cope with the fact that I was alone. Both my parents were only children, there were no living relatives. After the funeral, I insisted on staying in my own house. The night was the worst. I could still feel their presence in the house. Any minute I felt that they would be walking through the door, that this was all a bad dream. But, that didn't happen; reality sucks. 

One day I got a phone call from Ed asking me to come with him to meet with my parent's attorney for the reading of their will. Of course, I was the sole heir, but with a little wrinkle. Because the will was about ten years old, they had stipulated that a trust be set up to hold any assets that might have been left to me until I reached the age of twenty one. This posed a real problem in that, the house still had a mortgage that would be required to be paid and the expenses of upkeep, real estate taxes, insurance, and utilities would also have to be paid by the trust.

Even with my parent's life insurance, there would not be enough funds to cover these expenses for the next four years while I completed my college education. The decision was made to sell the house, pay off the mortgage and invest the remainder of the cash. Since Ed was the trustee, he could make those decisions. Just as well, I didn't have the knowledge or the experience to make them for myself. 

For the next couple of weeks, Katherine helped me go through my parents things. We donated most of their clothes to charity and held an estate sale to sell what we could of the furniture and other personal property. It was agreed that those proceeds would be deposited in a bank account for my use while I was at school. The house was sold by the end of August and I left for school a couple of days later.

*

Chapter 5 MY COLLEGE EDUCATION

College was a whole different way of life for me. I was living in a dorm room with another guy I had never met before. The professors didn't seem to care whether I attended their classes or not. No one was asking about my home work getting done or how everything was going. I truly felt alone and on my own. After a couple weeks of classes, however, it all seemed to make sense to me. Because I'm a morning person, I had chosen mostly morning classes, which gave me plenty of time in the afternoon and evening to study or catch up on readying assignments. 

Things were going so well that I decided to look for a part time job to supplement my spending money. I didn't want to bother Ed & Katherine, they had their own kids to worry about and besides they had done enough for me already. The dorm building's first floor was reserved as public space where students could relax, meet with friends, etc. There was a large bulletin board, where messages and announcements were posted, along with help wanted ads from various neighborhood businesses.

There were the usual, fast food jobs, bus boy, waiter, and retail clerk positions available; none interested me. Then I spotted, almost covered over with other papers, a flyer from a company called Victoria Productions.

' Male model wanted, no experience necessary, must be youthful in appearance, clean shaven, and under five foot four inches in height.'

I copied down the number and headed out to the library to do some reading. Before I went in, I made the call and set up an appointment for the following afternoon at 2:30 after my last class of the day. Their offices were about a mile from the campus so it was no problem for me to get there in plenty of time.

The next day I jogged over to the address. It was a two story building with what use to be a retail shop on the first floor and what looked like an apartment on the second. The building had a small warehouse attached to the back. There was a small parking lot on the side. It was located in a mixed use commercial and retail area. 

Upon entering the building, I stood in a small, but well maintained reception area. There was an attractive woman, about thirty five years of age, she appeared to be typing address labels. Looking up from her work, she turned and gave me a radiant smile, asking me if she could help me. I told her I had an appointment and that I was answering the ad for the male model position. 

"Of course" she said. 

Handing me a clip board with several forms and a pen, she asked me to fill them out as best I could. Then she called Victoria on the phone and said, 

"Your 2:30 appointment is here, I think you will want to see this one."

After I completed the forms, she got up and walked me down a short hallway to the office of Victoria King. As I entered the room, Victoria stood, and walked around the desk with her hand extended, while the receptionist closed the door as she left the room. Victoria was stunning; about five ten, one hundred and thirty pounds all in the right places. She was dressed in jeans and a Victoria Productions golf shirt. She had long auburn hair with high cheek bones. She appeared to be about forty. We sat down on the couch and she quickly scanned my paperwork.

"Well ,John, your appearance seems perfect for the position, just what we wanted. Have you ever done any modeling or acting before?"

"Just a couple of school plays in high school, I replied"

"I see you're a freshman at UCLA, how's it going?"

"It's going well, I feel confident that I can do the school work and still have time for employment."

" Wonderful, let me tell you a little bit about my company"

"I started Victoria Productions about ten years ago. We are in the Adult Entertainment industry. We provide, what we believe is superior quality, adult entertainment in various forms of media. Our primary product is video tape, but we also do pictures and printed material as well. Our specialty is Incest, primarily mother/son but we also do brother/sister as well. Our customer base demographic is married or divorced women in the 35 -- 45 age group. The position we are looking to fill is for the son/brother. The job requirements include a minimum amount of acting, a lot of nudity, and a lot of sex. Does that sound like something you would be interested in?"

My mind was racing in a hundred different directions. There were so many questions I wanted to ask her and myself for that matter. But the only thing that came out of my mouth was the word - yes. 

"Great, she said. Please go into the bathroom over there, you'll find several clean bathrobes, strip and put one on and come out here for a visual inspection. I have to see how you will look to the camera."

I did as she asked. Gathering up all the courage I could muster, I opened the door and stepped back into the office. I must have been so nervous that I wasn't anywhere near hard as I stood in front of her.

"Ok, drop the robe."

I did, and a smile came to her face, as she said, 

"My, does that thing come with a warning label. Do you mind?"

She said as she reached over and gently held my cock, which was now beginning to react in its usual manner. In moments it reached its full eight and a half inches and was pulsating in her hand in time with the pounding of my heart.

"Do you have much sexual experience?"

"Yes, I lost my virginity at age fourteen."

"You can go put your clothes back on, then we'll talk some more." 

I hurried back into the bathroom, dropped the robe and got dressed. 

'That wasn't so bad, I thought, I can do this!'

I came out of the bathroom and saw that Victoria was back behind her desk, on the phone, giving instructions. 

"Beth, I want you to get an appointment set up for John with Dr. Wilson, the usual, physical and blood work, also, bring in a standard talent contract that John Carpenter can sign; eight, thousand, ten percent. Thanks."

"John, please have a seat," pointing to a guest chair in front of her desk. I'm offering the position to you if you want it; subject to you passing your physical. We take your health very seriously here at Victoria Productions. With AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases becoming more and more of a problem, we require physicals of all our talent on a regularly scheduled basis. We also ask that you restrict your outside sexual activity to a minimum. If you don't have a current girl friend to satisfy, you should be getting all the sex you need right here. Nearly all the partners that you will have making films here, are employees here, and we pretty much control their sexual lives. I hope that won't be a problem for you."

"No, that won't be a problem for me. "

" Good" 

Just then, Beth, the receptionist, came into the office, with a small stack of papers and told us that my appointment was all set up for today at five. Victoria took the contracts and after a quick review went over them with me. I was to be paid $8.00/hr whenever I worked in the office or warehouse. I would get $1,000 per film upon completion and quarterly, I would receive 10% of the gross profits from the sales of any of my work.

I read over the contract, it all appeared to be in order to me so without any hesitation I signed three copies and handed them back to Victoria who signed them as well. I received one signed copy ,she kept the others. 

"One more thing, she said, from now on you'll be known as Jonnie in all your films. Now, let's get you down to the doctor's office, I'll drive, then I'll take you back to school."

The physical went fine, I had to wait a week for the results of the blood work. It was agreed that if all came back negative that I would start on Friday of the following week at 1:00. I was to be prepared to make my first film. Victoria said,

"I have a script that I've been holding on to for just the right person to do, you're the one. It should take us about three days to do based upon your limited work schedule." 

With that she dropped me off back at the school and off she went.

I would be lying if I said that everything was normal the following week. I went to classes, but couldn't keep thoughts of what I was about to do out of my head. Finally, Friday came and after my last class, I headed over to Victoria's. She welcomed me and introduced me to all of her employees that were there. We went back to her office and smiling handed me my script. It was more like an outline than a script. There was a basic plot, I was playing a nerdy 20 year old virgin, Victoria was the mom of my best friend, and some key lines at the beginning of the story, but for the most part we would be just making up the dialogue as we went along. Looking up, I said, 

"We?" 

"Of course, she said, I'm one of actors just like everyone else who works here. Come on let's go upstairs to the sound stage and do a walk through."

We went up stairs. It was an open floor plan, with movable partitions that could be wheeled into place to create different looks for the same room. Vickie, explained that there were five remote controlled cameras in the room, and that the "director" would sit in the control room and move the cameras to get the best shots. The sound would be picked up by several microphone placed in various parts of the room. The sound and the video would be mixed to achieve the desired effect and the tape when she approved, would be brought to the duplication department and copies would be made for distribution. 

We did our walk through fully clothed, went to make up to have any last minute touch ups and wardrobe for the little clothing that we would be wearing. Then when we were set, we met back on the stage and started to film.

That was the first of several films that I made with Vicky. She played the mother of my best friend from college. I was coming to the house to pick him up so we could drive back to school together and check into our college dorm rooms. 

"Oh, Hi John, Eddie's not here right now. He went to the store with his father. They said they had to pick up some things for his room. They should be back in a couple of hours. You want to wait? Come on in."

Before I knew it she was sitting next to me rubbing my thigh and telling me how much she was going to miss me. She worked her hand under my shirt and then down into my pants. Her breasts were rubbing on my face as she took out my cock.

"Oh my God, John, your cock is so big. You must have all the girls in school lining up for some of this." 

"Actually, I'm a virgin. I was hoping to get a girl friend who would teach me how to make love. "

With that, she said," I want you to take off your clothes and I'll do the same. You are going to learn all about the parts of the body and their function." 

She took off her clothes and slid off her panties. I stared at her with my mouth wide open. 

"Well come on, we don't have much time."

I took off my clothes and slid down my underwear. 

"Good, because now you are going to have your first sex education lesson."

"We are going to use the common terms for the body parts and their functions. This is your cock; it's hard now because you have become sexually excited. Your body is saying that it wants to stick your cock into a vagina or pussy. I just happen to have one right here. Come take a look."




How Did I Ever Here?



She opened her legs wide and I got my first look at a pussy. 

"Where do I stick it in?" 

Taking my hands in hers, she spread herself open. There was the hole, it looked moist and above it was a small button which looked like a miniature cock 

"What's that?" 

"That's my clitoris or clit for short. It's very sensitive and when it's touched by a finger or a tongue it sends wonderful feelings through my whole body. We'll get to that soon. When you stick your cock into my pussy, you will get the urge to start moving it in and out, that's built into your subconscious. The pressure that my pussy puts on you cock will make us both feel really good. Soon your body will sense that it's time to shoot your baby making seed into my pussy, that's your sperm or cum. When that happens you'll feel pleasure like you never felt before."

"Can we try it now?" 

"After you perform some preliminary tasks called foreplay in order to get me ready. I want you to come up here and examine my breasts or as there also known, tits. That's it squeeze them in your hands, play with my nipples, pinch them gently and roll the nipple between your fingers. That's it. Now I want you to suck on them one at a time. Oh John that's so nice. I'm almost ready. Now I'm going to ask you to scoot down and kiss and lick my pussy; get it really wet, it's been a long time since I've had a cock that big in me." 

"Mrs. D, are you sure? It sounds gross."

"Don't worry you'll love it, and if you do a good job I'll do the same to you."

I got between her legs and licked, there was a slightly salty taste and an intoxicating smell filled my nostrils. 

"Oh honey, yes that's it I'm going to cum, yes, yes, ahhhhhhh." 

I looked up, her eyes were closed and she had a dreamy look on her face. Opening her eyes she said,

"That was wonderful, now it's your turn. Come up here and lay on your back. This is called a blow job, enjoy."

With that she put my cock in her mouth and began to suck up and down. The feeling was like nothing that I ever felt in my life. I closed my eyes as I felt her tongue tickle the tip of my cock. My hips began to move on their own, up and down as if I was trying to shove my cock all the way into her mouth. Suddenly, I started getting a tingly feeling in my balls. It felt like pressure was building and I was about to erupt. 

" Mrs. D what's happening? Stop I think I have to pee."

She didn't stop, instead, she took as much of cock into her mouth as she could. I started to shake as I felt something spurting through my cock and into her mouth. She must have liked it because she kept on sucking until I finally stopped. She backed off and had a smile on her face.

"How was that?"

"It was great."

With that, Vicky yelled, "cut; let's take a twenty minute break."

Only then, did I remember what we were really doing. 

"You were great, Jonnie. You're a natural. Now take a break, the fuck scene is next." 

With that she got off the couch, was handed a robe and left the stage.

We came back after a short break. We got back on the couch; positioned properly by a voice from the control room, and we resumed the action. Mrs. D taught me how to make love to a woman in all the classic positions. We started out in the missionary position, then we switched to the cowgirl position. I liked that position the best because not only was my cock slipping in and out of her incredibly tight pussy, but I also got to play with her nice tits. She would lean over me dangling those beauties just out of the reach of my tongue and make me arch up off the couch to suckle one; or she would suddenly start them swinging back and forth; whacking my face or try to smother me in her cleavage. It was all good. We ended up in the doggie position; with her on her knees, her face buried in a pillow and my cock buried deep in her pussy from behind. When I came, I came hard, with all of my cock deep in her pussy.

I collapsed on her back, loving the feel of her ass on my stomach. We held that position for another minute then she yelled cut once again. We both got off the bed; Vicky said,

"That's a wrap for the night everyone, great job; see you on Monday."

She turned to me saying,

"Come on, let's take a shower and then, if you have time, we can grab a bite to eat."

After a long hot shower, where we made sure each other was nice and clean, we drove deeper into the city to a fancy restaurant. Over filet mignon and a baked potato, a glass of red wine for her and a coke for me, we discussed the day's work and what was going to happen the following week. She and Carla, the editor, would go over the tape, choosing the best angles and shots and put together a rough cut. They would also sync the audio to the rough cut. On Tuesday they would preview the rough cut with sound to determine if anything needed to be added or cut out. On Wednesday, if I was available, we would shoot some additional dialogue scenes and they would be added to the rough cut. The final cut finished project would be complete by Friday. Vicky also said that a brochure would be put together, promoting Victoria Production's newest star, me, with stills taken from the tape. The brochure would be mailed out to their entire customer list. Orders for the new tape would start rolling in about a week after the mailing.

"You did really well, John. I'm impressed with your professionalism and your love making, you don't come across as an eighteen year old." 

"Thank you, I had a great teacher and partner today. As for the rest, it's a long story which I will tell you about someday; but, let's just say that I have had some pretty good teachers in my life." 

"John, she said, I don't usually do things like this, but here goes, I'd like for you to stay with me. I've got plenty of space; you will have your own room and plenty of privacy. We'll work out the details of getting you to school and to work. I need someone in my life; and most guys I meet in this business are sleaze bags." 

"Victoria, I don't know what to say other than yes. I'm not foolish enough to even dream that a woman like you could have a romantic interest in someone like me; but I'll let you in on a little secret. Today, I wasn't acting."

"Neither was I," she whispered. 

She paid the bill and we got out of the restaurant and into her Porsche and headed into the hills. We soon arrived at a large estate, with iron gates across the driveway. With a push of a button the gates parted and in we went. We drove around the side of the house and into a three car garage under the living quarters.

"You live here by yourself?" 

"Not anymore."

With that we climbed out of the car and went into the house. 

"We'll drive down to the dorm tomorrow and get your things."

We walked though the house, Vicky giving me the nickel tour.

"This will be your room."

I looked in; it was large, spacious, with several large windows looking out over the backyard, with its large free form swimming pool. 

"I expect you to use this room to do your homework, study, store your clothes, and to sleep when we have company, she said with a twinkle in her eye. At all other times, it will be empty." 

She took my hand and led me down to a room at the end of the hall. 

"Here is where you'll be sleeping and doing other things" 

She turned to me, pulled me in close and gave me a sensual hug and kiss.

" Come on, let's get ready for bed. Oh, by the way, I hardly ever wear anything to bed." 

With that, we both shed our clothes and climbed into bed. We explored each other's body with a gentle ease. Since we had already made love all afternoon, there was no sense of urgency to our love making; just the desire to get to know and please each other. Afterwards, we cuddled and fell asleep in each other's arms.

So it began, our casual love affair lasted all during my years at school, as did my career in the adult film industry. I made videos with all of the employees who worked at V.P. on a regular basis. I even made one video with Maria, the sixty year old shipping clerk. It was a granny video. But believe me, although her body wasn't as tight and smooth as the others, she still knew how to work it and I enjoyed myself immensely.

The most memorable video I ever did, however, was a brother/sister video. Vicky had given me the script outline a couple days before. I read it over and asked her who was going to be my costar. Up until that point I had never worked with an actress close to my age. She said, 

"I found someone new for you to work with, she's a part timer, I don't think she's going to stay in the business; but she is very experienced and comes highly recommended."

" Well, I said, when do I meet her?" 

"Not until she walks onto the sound stage. I want to get your reactions on tape."

"Ok, you're the boss."

The next day I got to the studio at my normal time. Looking around I noticed more employees than normal were hanging around the set. I went through my normal pre-shoot routine and got to the set ready for the opening scene. This was going to be short, clothed, set the story, scene. Mom, Vicky, was going away for a couple of days on business and I was going to be taking care of my younger sister. The director's voice came from the control room - action - and Mom and Ally came through the bedroom door.

'Holy shit, I thought to myself, she can't be more than fourteen years old.' She was about 4'10", couldn't have weighed more than 80lbs soaking wet. She appeared to have no tits at all and just a slight hint of an ass. She was cute, blond hair in pigtails, and bright blue eyes. I could see that both of them were enjoying my discomfort. I looked right into Vicky's eyes and yelled cut. I motioned for her to step over to the other side of the room. When we were out of earshot from Ally I asked, 

"How old is she? She can't be legal."

To which Vicky laughed and said, "Of course she's legal, I wouldn't do anything that would jeopardize my company; in fact, she's older than you are."

I turned and stared at Ally in disbelief, then shrugged my shoulders and apologized to Ally and the rest of the crew. After a good laugh at my expense everyone got back to business.

After we said goodbye to Mom, promising to be good and careful; Ally went back out the door with her while I returned to my bed, reading a book for one of my college courses. Ally returned after an undeterminable amount of time and jumped up on my bed. She was carrying a magazine behind her back. She asked,

"Aren't you done reading, yet. You've been reading that book for over an hour."

I closed the book and said, 

"Yeah, it's boring stuff anyway. What do you want to do, kid?"

"What do you mean kid; I'm only ten months younger than you are?

"Well, Mom left me in charge, so just behave yourself."

"Jonnie, have you ever had sex?" 

"No! Why would you ever ask a question like that?" 

"Well, I was talking with Barbara my girlfriend from school and she said she caught her older sister and her boyfriend having sex on the couch in their family room last week."" First of all, I told you I never had sex before, secondly, you're too young , and finally, you're my sister."

"Ok then, I was hoping that we could learn about sex together, that's why I asked Barb if I could borrow this magazine."

She showed me the magazine; there were pictures of men and women, all naked, showing them doing all sorts of things that I never imagined. As I was looking at the magazine she got off the bed and took all of her clothes off. She got back on the bed. The movement of the bed caused me to look up.

" What the hell do you think you're doing; put your clothes back on." 

"Listen Jonnie, how do you expect to learn about how to do it? They're not going to show us in school. Do you want to embarrass yourself in front of your girlfriend? We can do this together, learn together, this way neither of us needs to be embarrassed about anything we do or say. Besides, I'm tired of being the only eighteen year old virgin in my school."

She was making a lot of sense, at least to the small head in my pants.

"Ok. What should I do first?"

"Take off your clothes, I want to see everything."

I stood up and stripped naked. As I turned around, I could see the look of shock in her eyes. It seemed that Vicky forgot to tell her about the size of my cock.

"Oh my god, its immense, " she said.

I got up on the bed and she took my cock in her hand and said "Let me look at this thing." 

She grabbed it with the other hand as well as if she were holding a baseball bat and started moving it up and down. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling of the first person other than myself to ever hold my cock. I was feeling so good that I missed the warning signs of my approaching orgasm. My eyes flew open and I yelled, "You'd better stop."

Too late, I began spewing spurt after spurt of cum all over her stomach and chest. I was shocked, we never did - money shots -; Vicky thought they were degrading to women. Ally, on the other hand, let out a shriek of joy and fell backwards onto her back in a fit of laughter.

"That was amazing," she said.

I heard -- cut - from off stage and Vicky came out with a smile on her face.

"Perfect, let's keep it rolling a little longer while Jonnie goes off stage and gets a towel to clean her up. Action."

I did what the boss said; when I got off stage I was handed a towel and tried to apologize to Vicky who just waved it off and indicated for me to get back on stage. After I cleaned Ally off, Vicky yelled cut again and we all took a break.

When we resumed, it was my turn to examine her body. I had her lay down on her back and began on her chest. Her tits were little more than the size of a halved peach. Her nipples, however, stood out proudly like twin erasers; hard and hot to the touch.

"Squeeze them" she said.

I did, gently at first.

"No, harder, pull on them, I love that." 

She arched her back and moaned with pleasure. I bent over and took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked and bite it. She moaned again and pulled my head down hard on her tit. I got the same reaction when I moved to the other one. Finally, I felt her begin to push me down lower between her legs. Her pussy was completely bare, no sign of any hair at all. She kept me in character by telling me to take my thumbs and spread her lips open. As I did, I saw her clit and felt her heat rising as I lowered my face to get a better look. She told me to lick her. Tentatively I did, with a flick of my tongue. She jumped with pleasure and I did it again. Soon, I had her entire pussy covered with my mouth. She was arching her back and ass of the bed in an effort to make as much contact as possible. When I latched onto her clit her hips began to jerk and I had all I could do to keep in contact with her. Suddenly, she went stiff as a board, screamed and passed out. My face was soaked with her juices as I let her back down onto the bed. No one said a word. I got up and walked off stage. We took a ten minute break. Vicky came up to me and whispered,

"I am so wet right now; I'm going to have to go to my office and change my underwear. Don't wear yourself out, you're mine tonight."

After the break we got back on the bed. Ally, looking at the magazine said, 

"I want to do that."

I look over her shoulder and saw a picture of a man laying on his back, his cock buried deep into the pussy of a woman who was kneeling astride his hips. 

"I don't know Ally, are you sure you can take it, I'm pretty big?" 

" Let's find out; if it hurts too much I can always stop." 

I rolled over on to my back, my cock, pointing up towards my head, was hard as steel. Ally climbed over me straddling my hips. She grabbed my cock and nestled the head between her pussy lips, and slowly began to sink down. I watched in amazement as my cock began to disappear into her. She was very wet and extremely tight. She would take a couple of inches and back off one, then take two more and back off again. Finally with a shudder she dropped all the way down until our pelvic bones were rubbing together.

" Wow, I feel stuffed. It's incredible." 

She put her hands on my chest and started to raise and lower herself ever so slowly. Soon she was building up speed. She was so tight I thought she might yank my cock completely off my body. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting upward. We were both panting and moaning. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I came with a guttery howl. That set her off; she sat back and grabbing her nipples, screamed incoherently. I couldn't believe this was my little sister. When we both came down from our high, she eased me out of her and she laid her body over mine with her head on my shoulder.

"Thank you, big brother "she said and closed her eyes. We just laid there for a while then smiled at each other as we received a standing ovation from the crew.

"Okay people that's a wrap for tonight, we'll start again on Monday. Good night everyone."

That night, we didn't even stop for dinner. Vicky dragged me into the house, threw me on the bed, stripped me naked and stuffed my overworked cock into her dripping pussy. We fucked half the night, until, no matter how hard she tried or what she did, she just couldn't get me hard again. With a chuckle she said,

"Ok stud, I think I finally found a way to wear you out."

I don't think I even felt her leave the bed, I was out like a light. It was a good thing I didn't have any classes that next day, because by the time I woke up the sun was high in the sky and I found a note from Vicky. 

"Thank you for the sexiest day of my life. See you later, tiger, love Vicky."

All good things must come to an end, and for me, it was my college years. As I neared graduation day, I sensed that something was not quite right. Vicky was going out to business meetings, coming home late, and when we went to bed all she wanted to do was cuddle with me. Finally one Saturday morning, I confronted her with my feelings. She asked me to sit in the living room, that she would be there in a couple of minutes. When she came in I saw that her eyes were red and puffy, I knew it was over between us. 

"John, I will be forever grateful to you for the joy you've given me these last four years. You filled a void in my life when I needed it most. But, I am twenty years older than you, and even if you don't realize it yet, you will someday realize that you need someone your own age to settle down with, to have a family with, and to grow old together. I met such a man about a year ago. I didn't realize it until a short time ago. I think this is the best for both of us. I've decided to sell the Company. He doesn't know what I do for a living and I don't think his Midwestern upbringing has prepared him for understanding what I do or our relationship for that matter. You'll be graduating in a couple of weeks and I'm sure you'll be hearing from some prospective employers shortly. You were very encouraged at how the interviews went last week. I'm sorry that we couldn't sit down before and discuss this, but I just don't think I could have let you go if I'd had let you argue against it."

I stood up, my eyes filled with tears and held her tight.

"I will always love you, you've been my lover, my boss, my friend and last but not least my Mom. I couldn't be happier for you."

With that we both held each other and laughed and cried.

She said, "Sit down, I have one more thing that we have to go over."

She left the room for a minute. When she returned she had a file in her hands with a bunch of papers.

"If you remember back when you first started with us, I had you sign some papers. I explained that they were for your financial future. One was a power of attorney, allowing me to act as your financial advisor, and the others had to do with setting up investment accounts and deferred compensation plans. Stuff like that. I was amazed that you never asked for any money other than your weekly paycheck. I guess it was because you never had the need for money. Believe me when I say that I never regretted our relationship for an instant. Anyway, I would take your commission checks every quarter and invest them in a balanced portfolio of stocks, mutual funds and fixed income securities. In addition, the company put away 15% of your pay in a profit sharing plan self directed investment account. As of the last quarterly statements, your balances total a little over $ 550,000." 




How Did I Ever Here?



I sat there with my mouth open, staring at her. 

"John, you have no idea how popular your videos are. You made all of us a lot of money; for which I for one will be eternally grateful. What do you want me to do with the money?"

I sat there for a few moments then asked,

"Would you consider continuing as my personal financial advisor?" 

"I was hoping that you would say that. Here, sign these forms. They renew our relationship and allow me to continue as your advisor. I will let you know quarterly how we are doing. You will, however, have to file your own tax returns from now on. I use to slip them into the papers that you would sign never reading them. I guess I really was, in one sense, acting like your mother. But now, you're truly a man in every sense of the word. After tonight, I want you to move into the guest room and after graduation, I want you to start looking for your own place." 

We spent the day lounging by the pool. She told me all about the guy she was going to marry. That night we made love for the last time; it was soft and sweet.

I will remember her always.

*

Chapter 6 THE START OF MY BUSINESS LIFE

Armed with a BA in Business Administration and all the enthusiasm and energy that youth can offer, I entered the world of business. I had received an offer of employment from a large pharmaceutical company headquartered in New Jersey. It was a sales position in their Consumer Health Products division, working out of the western sales office, just north of Los Angeles. Although I filled out all the necessary paperwork with my legal name John Carpenter, I introduced myself as Jack to everyone I met. I wanted to distance myself a little from my days at Victoria Productions if possible. 

For the next six months, I learned the product lines of everything CHP sold. I assisted our more seasoned account representatives with their customers, took orders over the phone, dealt with customer issues, our own sales administration personnel located back east somewhere, and warehouse and trucking personnel looking for misrouted product. In short, I was learning the business from the bottom up. One of the senior account reps was a woman named Karen Hunter. She was about 40 years old, with blond hair and green eyes. Although she always dressed professionally, there was no hiding the fact that she was a very well built woman. Probably about 5'8" and weighting about one hundred thirty five pounds she had a full bust, a slim waist, and a round sexy butt. Her legs were long and sleek. She was no stranger to the inside of a gym. Her most appealing feature for me, however, was her voice. She was a transplant from the south, and when she turned on that southern belle charm I just melted. She was assigned as my mentor, and she took that job very seriously. 

After a year with the company I was assigned my own accounts and encouraged to cultivate new ones as well. As my experience and abilities grew, so did the size of my customers and the size of my paycheck. Although I was not setting the world on fire, I was making a decent living. Which was fine with me, because of Vicky and her expertise, my early retirement would be very well funded indeed. I hadn't even touched the money that had come out of my parent's estate, which was still held in trust for me. All in all, everything was going well.

Another year went by and it was announced that Karen was promoted to Director of Sales for the western office. She deserved the promotion; she had worked hard for the company and had earned it. As a director she was going to have to give up a lot of her client contact. I was in the right place at the right time and with her as my mentor, I received a promotion as well and was assigned to take over her client base. For the next six months, we would be traveling to various large customers in sort of a meet and greet tour. I would be introduced to the purchasing personnel and other key individuals by Karen. We would discuss ways to improve the flow of product and information and stuff like that. All in all, they were rather boring trips, that lasted one or two nights in each location. On the second of one of these sales trips, Karen and I arranged to have dinner in the hotel after we came back from a day of meetings.

We talked at length over a bottle of wine and dinner. I could see something was bothering her but couldn't figure out what it was. She talked about her personal life, something she never did before. She said that she was married to Robert Hampton, a political power broker in Sacramento. They had been married about ten years, no kids, and that at this point, they led almost totally separate lives. He was fifteen years her senior and spent much of his time in Sacramento. She looked me in the eyes and said,

"I still love him, but I need things that he can no longer give me. He comes home on most weekends, spends a lot of time on the phone, we go out to dinner, come home and go to bed. He holds me, caresses me, then kisses me good night and turns over and falls asleep. I'm forty three years old; I'm not bad looking; I'm in the prime of my sexual life and I'm horny as hell, Jonnie."

'Jonnie', that caught my attention. I sat back in my chair, folded my arms over chest and stared at her.

"I know about what you used to do," she said looking down at the table.

"I was a customer of Victoria Productions and have a collection of videos; many of which are yours." 

"Now what?"

I said, not liking the direction that this conversation was taking. 

"You know the company might not like having a former porn star working as an account rep."

" What do you want?"

"You; or more precisely this"

Her shoeless foot suddenly found its way into my crotch and began to caress my lengthening cock.

"We'll have to be discreet. I don't want my husband to ever find out, but I need you badly." 

She paid the bill, and took me by the arm, and led me out of the room, to the elevator and up to her room. Once inside, she walked over to the bed and began to unbutton her blouse. 

"Come on Jonnie, it won't be so bad, I know I'm not a porn star queen, but I don't think I'm too bad either." 

She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Gravity and Father Time had had some effect on her tits, but not much. They were full, probably a D cup, and sagged only slightly when left on their own. Her nipples were long and excited. I kicked off my shoes and started to undress. I hadn't realized it, but I was just as horny as she was. We climbed onto the bed where she took complete control . She moved me onto my back, and taking my erection into her hand began rubbing it across her lips and over her face. Then she took me into her mouth and started a very sloppy and very exciting blow job. Soon I reached the point of no return, I warned her that I was about to cum, but she just increased her pace. I exploded into her mouth, sending my cum deep into her mouth and down her throat. She sat back on the bed still between my legs and said, 

"You don't know how many times I lay in my empty bed and fantasized about doing that after watching one of your videos."

She started to crawl up the bed from between my legs, until she was sitting on my chest, her neatly trimmed pussy just inches from my face. 

"Now it's your turn." 

With that she grabbed the top of the head board and lowered her pussy over my mouth. I was only too happy to oblige. I licked all around, ignoring her clit. I stuck my tongue in as deep as I could, and was rewarded with a load of her juices. She began rubbing herself over my entire face; as if marking her territory. Finally, when I sensed the time was right I grabbed her ass and latched onto her clit, and using my tongue, I whipped that love button. 

"Oh, God, Oh God, I'm cumming"

With that, she tried to stuff my face all the way into her pussy, and let loose with a torrent of juices. For a second I thought she was peeing on my face. I had never been with a squirter before. When she finally calmed down, she lifted off my face, and looking down start to laugh, 

"I'm sorry, I've never done that before; you're face is all wet." 

Then she began to lick my face. This was a whole different side of the woman that everyone in the office thought was a sophisticated and proper southern belle. No, this woman was a sexual animal.

She changed pillows, and turned on her back saying,

" Come on; it's time for the main event."

I climbed between her legs and maybe out of anger or maybe just out of lust I shoved my cock all the way into her pussy in one fluid motion." Holy shit" she cried and started lifting her ass up off the bed as if trying to throw me off. I just held on and began pumping in and out of her as fast and hard as I could. Man, I don't think I ever fucked anyone with such intensity. Soon we were both panting and moaning, she began a series of orgasms which seemed to come one right after another. Her pussy was clenching tightly around my cock. We kept this up for about twenty minutes until I could hold off no longer. I came with a roar, which set her off on one last gut wrenching orgasm. I held myself above her, feeling her pussy's rhythmic movement around my cock milking out the last of my cum. Her eyes had rolled up to the back of her head, she was completely out. I pulled out with a soft pop, my cum dripping out of her and down to the bed. I went to the bath, and returned with a warm wash cloth and proceeded to wipe first her face, then her pussy until I had her fairly clean. She began to come to just as I was finishing up. With a smile on her face, she whispered, 

"I have never, ever felt anything like that before. If you never talk to me again, leave the company and hate me forever, it would have been worth it." 

"I don't hate you. I feel a little sorry for you, but a whole lot sorrier for your husband. He doesn't know what he's missing." 

She looked me in the eye and said,

"I won't tell anyone at the company about your past. There will be no strings attached, but I can't help myself, I will need this once in a while."

We both would. So, we laid there in the bed together working out the logistics of how we were going to continue our affair. We agreed that it couldn't be a scheduled meeting, that it would have to be when it was mutually agreeable to each other, and could not be at her place. We never could be sure if her husband would stay in Sacramento or come home early. My place was pretty safe as long as we left the office at different times and that she never spent the night. We both knew this was not about love, it was just sex; pure animalistic, totally fulfilling, sex.

Not wanting to start again, I slipped out of bed, got dressed, kissed her on the cheek and returned to my room. I passed out on the bed and didn't get up until my prearranged wakeup call threw me out of bed. I took a long hot shower, got dressed and went down for breakfast. As I entered the dining room, I spotted Karen, dressed as always, looking totally professional. When she saw me walking across the room to join her, she gave me her best and warmest smile. She looked like newly married bride.

Our arrangement continued for about two and a half years. Then one night during one of my sales trips to northern California, which she just happen to arrange to be in the same area for a meeting with an old friend, the hotel room door suddenly opened. We were still in bed, but had satisfied our lust for each other. A large man walked into the room, followed by an older looking gentleman. 

"My husband" she screamed, and began to cry. She jumped out of bed grabbed her clothes and headed for the bathroom. 

"Get dress dear, he said calmly, and go down to the bar with Henry and have a drink to settle your nerves. I want to have a talk with John, alone." 

"Don't hurt him, Robert, it's not his fault; I'm to blame."

" Honey, I'm not mad, just do what I say and I'll be down in a few minutes." 

She got dressed in record time and left the room with Henry. In the mean time, I had tried to get up and get dressed, but Robert had insisted that I remain in the bed for my own good. With Henry, looming behind him, I felt that was my only option. When they left, Robert, moved the desk chair over to the foot of the bed and sat.

"I want to thank you for everything you've done for Karen. You have made her happy again; and for that I am very grateful. However, your affair is over. I am going to announce in the next couple weeks that I am going to be running for Governor of California. When I do, there is going to be a lot of reporters and private investigators running around trying to dig up dirt on me. I can't very well have my wife getting serviced by a former porn star, now can I?"

I didn't say a word.

"Like I said I'm grateful, so therefore, you're not going to end up out in the desert somewhere. You will, however have to leave the state, never to return. One of my fraternity brothers just happens to be the president of the company you work for. I have made arrangements for you to be promoted and reassigned to Bentonville, Arkansas. I suggest that you accept the promotion and the reassignment. It's the only offer you're going to get. Karen will let you know the details when you met her back at the office. She's going to make a great First Lady of the State of California. Now, you can get dressed and head back to your room. Remember what I said, if I find out that you're back in the state for any reason you have my word that you will disappear forever."

That effectively ended my life in California. I learned that I had two weeks to settle my affairs here. The company was going to buy my condo and sell it, they would arrange for a moving company to pack my possessions, and move them to a new condo in Bentonville; the condo formally owned by the person I was replacing. I used the last days here in California, to visit Vicky in LA. I told her that I was promoted and that I would be relocating. When I gave her the address, she looked up at me with an inquisitive look on her face, but sensed that I didn't want to talk about. She introduced me to her husband as a very dear friend of the family and a client of hers. He seemed like a nice enough kind of a guy. She had been right about him, he never would have accepted her former way of life. She seemed truly happy. When I left that night, I knew in my heart that everything between us had happen for a reason and had ended well.

I also went to see Ed and Katherine Brady. They were both healthy and very happy to see me. The kids had both moved out of state and were doing well. Sean had gone to Stanford after high school on an athletic scholarship. Had done well, but that's as far as his football career was going to go. Edel had married and had two kids of her own. I told them the same thing I had told Vicky, I gave them my address and asked Ed to make arrangements to end the trust and forward the paperwork to me for signature. They never knew what I had done during college and I saw no good reason to tell them now. We said our goodbyes and I closed out another chapter of my life. 

Now it was on to Arkansas.

*

Chapter 7 LIFE'S A BITCH AND THEN YOU'RE EXILED TO ARKANSAS

The move to Arkansas went smoothly. The new condo was bigger than my old one. I worked out a favorable purchase price with the company and a local bank was more than happy to finance the deal. I used the money that I made on the deal to buy a new car. All in all things were ok. My job, however sucked. The account, the largest customer that our company had, was serviced by a team of account reps, each of whom had to deal with several buyers and other personnel, each of whom had an attitude problem. You had to do everything that they wanted, when they wanted it, and how they wanted it done. I spent a lot of late nights and early mornings in meetings. But the worst thing was the weather. I'm a Southern California dude, sun and fun and all that. Here it was the beginning of November, the weather was cold and rainy and I was miserable. Because of the weather, I couldn't stand running outside. So I joined a local gym. The sign said Kris's Gym. It was a mile from my house. They offered a full assortment of treadmills, steppers, and had a weight room, and even a room for boxing, with a couple of heavy and speed bags. The locker room was first rate and the showers were clean, they even had a whirlpool. I would go over there, after my last meeting of the day and work out my frustrations. I would run on the treadmill for a couple of miles to loosen up, then on alternate days I would either work out in the weight room or head for the boxing room and pound the heavy bag until I was exhausted. 

After one full day of ass kissing meetings, with totally obnoxious buyers, I really couldn't drive fast enough over to the gym. I drove too fast through the parking lot and almost clipped two ladies walking. I parked the car, opened the trunk, grabbed my stuff and headed in, not even acknowledging their presence at the front desk. After changing, I went out to the cardio section of the main room. I was totally focused on my horrible day, I bumped into another lady and just kept working until I got on the trend mill and programmed in my workout. About a third of the way through, I began to unwind. That's was when Kris, walked up in front of me, 

"Jack, don't tire yourself out too much, I want you to meet me in the boxing room in twenty minutes."

I ran for about ten more minutes and then did a ten minute cool down. 

"I wonder what this is all about."

I grabbed my towel, and headed over to the boxing room. The club was already beginning to empty out for the evening. I entered the room and looked around. There was Kris standing with her back to me inside the ring, her hands grabbing the top rope as she did limbering stretches in the far corner. She had shed her usual sweats and was dressed in a tank top and shorts. Her legs looked long and well muscled. Her shoulders were wide and her back tapered down in a v shape to a slim waist.

"Kris, you wanted to see me?" 

"Jack, I think it's time you had an attitude adjustment. You've been coming in here making a pain in the ass of yourself especially in the last couple weeks. The other members are beginning to complain to me about you. I know where you work; probably a third of the folks around here either work directly for or in support of that company, so I've had experience with what you're going through. Now, before you go over to the heavy bag and try to pound it into submission, I thought you might like to come in here and spar a few rounds with me. I warn you, however, unlike that bag over there, I do hit back."

With that she turned around. With her hands on her hips, legs slightly apart, she looked like something out of Grey's Anatomy, the illustrated muscle page. It's not that she was massively over developed like a body builder on steroids, it was that every muscle group seemed to be well defined; there was very little fat on her body, and where it was, was covered by her top. She had brown hair, tied back in an elastic. She was not a beauty in the classic sense, her face was almost masculine in appearance; she could be better described as handsome. She was very pleasing to the eye; also, extremely intimidating. Against my better judgment I climbed between the ropes and into the ring. 

"Good, she said, your wraps and gloves are in the corner, along with a mouth piece. I'll set the timer for two minute rounds with one minute between rounds."

With that she set the timer, put on her wraps and gloves and inserted her mouth piece. We stood bouncing from side to side waiting for the next bell to signal the start of the round.

Round one was a feeling out round. At five foot eight and about one hundred forty pounds of pure muscle, she was an opposing sight. I would have to stay away from her, jab and get out without getting hit. Anyway that was my plan. It had been almost fifteen years since I had boxed with anyone and I needed some time to get back my timing and footwork. She seemed to sense this and threw only the occasional jab, just to let me know she could. The round ended and we went back to our respective corner. We each stood, with our back to the posts and our arms over the ropes waiting for the bell. She was magnificent.